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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋
Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!
Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out
CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon
Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.
You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.
"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.
You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.
"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.
"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.
"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.
"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.
You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"
Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm. Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.
You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.
“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?”
Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”
“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”
“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”
“Huh.”
“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.
“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.
What the actual hell, Shoto.
“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.
“Yes, I am.”
You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.
“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”
Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.
“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.
He smirks. “I’m strategic.”
You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.
You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.
He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.
You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.
“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”
He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.
“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”
“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”
His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”
“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.
“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”
His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.
“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.
“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor. He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.
Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.
“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…
“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.
“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”
You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.
“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.
“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.
“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”
Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”
“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.
“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.
“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.
“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.
“Did I say something funny?”
“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.
“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??
Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.
You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.
“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”
“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”
You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.
“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.
You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.
“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.
“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.
“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.
“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”
“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.
“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”
Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”
“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.
His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.
“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.
“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.
“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.
“Really?” He whispers.
“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.
You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.
Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.
Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?” He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.
You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.
You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.
“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.
“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.
After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.
“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.
He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.
“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.
He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.
“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.
“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.
He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –
A knock on the door causes you both to still.
“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”
“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”
The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.
“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”
“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.
You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.
“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.
Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”
You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.
“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.
“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.
“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.
“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”
“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.
Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.
Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.
Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.
“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”
“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.
As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.
Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.
You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.
“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.
“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.
“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?”
“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.
“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.
“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”
Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.
“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”
You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.
“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”
You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.
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Hey (: could you do bnha boys x gn!reader like kissing them after their confession and then they tell them it was their first kiss? Like how would they react. That would be cool and it's okay if you don't want to do it! (also could you please include Shinsou if you do it)
Omfg thats so adorable ^^ of course i’ll do it!
Word count: 264
Characters: Deku, shinsou, hawks, dabi
DABI
He would be pretty shocked, it’s really surprising to hear that no one has ever kissed your soft lips, but the idea of being your first kiss makes him feel proud.
After you say you’ve never kissed anyone, he’ll kiss you more. Your lips, your cheek, your neck, ETC
He doesn’t mind being your first kiss, it makes him happy, knowing that his lips are the first ones to touch yours
But just between you and me, your his first kiss too
HAWKS
He only laughs in response, not in a mocking way of course, he’s just amused. His laughter only grows when your pouty face looks away in embarrassment.
He finds it so adorable, it’s like you're an innocent little feather.
Similarly to Dabi, he takes pride in being your first kiss, and he’ll probably tease you about it too
SHINSOU
He wouldn’t believe you at first, I mean, you're so beautiful, how hasn’t anyone kissed you?
Nevertheless, when he finds out your not lying, he’s slightly embarrassed
He’ll say something like “Sorry… if it wasn’t too good…”
It’s his first kiss too, so knowing that your both newbies makes him feel less insecure about his lack of experience in kissing
DEKU
He’d probably blush and say something like “O-oh well i hope i… did well with it!”
However, he does find it kinda cute, he can feel how your equally embarrassed, how your kiss, while not bad, lacks experience
At the end of the day, he’s happy to be your first kiss, even if the idea makes his cheeks heat up
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Enji may look all tough and scary but he has never even held hands with anyone before
My AU is pretty much canon to me
#idk if this was a first date but I would like it if Rei still asked for a kiss at the end#even if she was coming off as she didn't like#she probably said it to get a reaction out of him#and be shocked when he actually agrees#rei todoroki#enji todoroki#todoroki enji#Endeavor#BNHA#MHA
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Touch (5/5) Accept
"Where?"
The question was so sweet, as if he was asking where to hunt for the deepest secrets of the world.
"Wherever you want," he gave him the choice, "I don't care."
"But - are you ... are you okay with this ...? Kacchan I - "
"Just do it," he urged, afraid that his determination would leave him, "Touch me however you want."
Cause if Deku suddenly didn't want it anymore, if he started to have doubts, he didn't know if –
Cold fingertips touched the bridge of his nose and he exhaled sharply.
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FIRST KISS ೃ⁀➷
The afternoon sun was in the perfect position, the man sitting next to you seemed more radiant than usual, his honey-colored eyes sparkled and intertwined with the golden rays that illuminated him, eyes darted at you admiring you with desire, he looked like a dream. Slightly tinted cheeks, who knows if from the sun or from your presence, gave you that charming smile guilty of the heat you felt in your chest.
The chat session had culminated in the moment you let out a laugh provoked by an insignificant comment from the blonde. He was stunned, he always saw you laugh but this time it was different, he wanted more than only just watching.
You noticed his gaze travel between your eyes and your lips, beginning to give in to his feelings, letting them control the situation, little by little the distance between the two decreased. Shyly, under the intense golden gaze you took his aviator sunglasses and placed them on top of his head, making his smile widen a little more. "now yes? " you felt his voice, his breath too close, almost intoxicating you. You nodded, inviting him to do what he wanted with your lips, totally enthralled.
You felt his gloved hand come close to your chin, caressing your cheek. The slightly inclined heads brushed against each other's noses, and after so much time of tension, of a friendship hungry for contact, his lips touched hers.
At first it was slow, both static discovering the texture and flavor that they so wanted to discover in each other. After a few seconds they separated and observed each other with intensity, you had never seen him so vulnerable and soft before you, you provoked many things inside him. Dissatisfied with how short the first kiss lasted, they joined again, this time with more desire. Your hands encircled his neck almost touching his neck, while his touch remained firm on your cheek. It was a more heated and passionate kiss but without ceasing to be somewhat shy. You felt the blonde smiled.
"what? " you asked still with noses touching and his breath impregnated in you.
"I like you so much "
This man drives me crazy [masterlist]
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#spinaraki#my art#mha#shigaraki tomura#shuichi iguchi#spinner#yeah angst ofc#what else with the way this series is going?#i miss my boys#this is the first real kiss ive drawn for them#spinner does not make it easy
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“Come on, Ei, hurry up!” Katsuki’s voice yelled from somewhere above his head. “Fucking sun’s gonna be long set before you get your ass up here!”
“I’m going as fast as I can, man!” Eijirou jammed hardened fingers into a gap in the cliffside, getting a decent grip before hauling himself up a couple more feet. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been at this so far, maybe half an hour, but his fingers, having been hardened the entire time to help with today’s unexpected rock climbing, were starting to cramp up, and his limbs felt like jelly from the effort of holding up his body for so long. “How are you not tired yet?” he gasped out. Another foot higher. He didn’t dare look up to see how much farther he had left, not wanting to be disappointed. “I’m still wiped after training yesterday!”
“What happened to being my unwavering horse?” Eijirou could hear the smirk in Katsuki’s voice. “What happened to going ‘plus ultra’, hah?”
Damnit. That was a challenge if he’d ever heard one. And Eijirou was never one to back down from one. “Who said I wasn’t going plus ultra?!” Hardened claws dug deeper into the rockface, and he hoisted himself even higher. He climbed even faster, the rhythmic crunch of rock meeting rock filling his ears until his hand met open air, and he could’ve cried from relief. Finally at the top.
Eijirou hauled himself the rest of the way onto the top of the cliff, shucking off his backpack before collapsing on his back onto the hard ground, closing his eyes as he focused on catching his breath. He wouldn’t mind staying here for a while.
Unfortunately, the impatient nudge of a boot into his side had other plans. “C’mon, don’t pass out on me now. We’re not done yet.”
Eijirou whined, barely cracking his eyes open. Katsuki was standing over him, an amused smirk on his face as he looked down at him. Somehow, he didn’t look tired in the slightest. Eijirou was over here dying, limbs numb from exertion and his shirt was most likely plastered to his body from sweat under his jacket; meanwhile, Katsuki’s face barely looked flushed. He just looked satisfied, his smirk settling into an easy smile and the sun casting his hair in a halo of gold.
He was unfairly pretty. Emphasis on the unfair, Katsuki was supposed to be the sweaty one, not him!
“Kats, babe, I love you, but I literally don’t think I could move if I wanted to. Can’t you pitch the tent by yourself? I’ll still help with dinner!”
“Such a dramatic bastard,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, but there was no heat. Louder, “First of all, you’re still helping with the tent. I’ll let you rest but you’re not slacking off that much. Second of all you don’t have to move yet, I just want you to look at something.”
“Oh.” Eijirou could handle that. “What is it?”
“You gotta sit up first.” Katsuki held a hand down to him, and Eijirou raised a leadened arm to grasp it. Katsuki tugged him up into a sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge of the cliff from how he’d collapsed earlier. He was temporarily blinded by the sun shining in his face, and he quickly blinked it away, only to inhale sharply.
They’d been hiking through the forest in the national park for most of the day, and up here on this cliff, it stretched out for miles below them. The mid-autumn weather had already turned much of the trees various shades of orange, red, and yellow, making it look like the entire valley was on fire, the effect only enhanced by the sun as it sank toward the horizon, highlighting the lights and deepening the shadows. Eijirou couldn’t even make out where the entrance to the park was. Were they even still in it?
He was startled out of his staring by Katsuki sitting on the cliff edge next to him. “My folks used to come up here when they were dating, and they brought me up here once when I was younger,” he explained, voice soft like it got when he was relaxed. “Didn’t make the climb myself, obviously. I was only three at the time so I was strapped to my dad’s back. But it’s one of my favorite spots to go if I want a challenge. After we started hiking together I wanted to bring you up here.”
“You’re not kidding about the challenge part,” Eijirou huffed. “But it really is beautiful up here.”
“Yeah…” Katsuki trailed off as he took in the view himself, and Eijirou couldn’t pull his eyes back to it himself, not when his boyfriend was an even more captivating sight. The sun made him glow like the leaves below, the red of his eyes on fire. His usual scowl was wiped from his face, even softer than he normally looked when he was around Eijirou, a serene smile on his lips. Totally happy.
Eijirou was reaching out before he could realize he was, a hand cupping Katsuki’s cheek, his thumb brushing across the smooth surface. Katsuki’s gaze drifted over, meeting Eijirou’s own soft smile and lovesick expression, and the blond’s smile turned crooked as he cocked a brow despite the blush growing on his cheeks. “What?”
Eijirou hummed, because he didn’t really know either. But his mouth was moving on its own. “I kinda wanna kiss you right now.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened, his face darkening so fast Eijirou could feel the rush of heat under his fingers. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and Eijirou didn’t get why Katsuki looked so nervous until his brain finally caught up to his actions and oh. They had never kissed before.
His own face quickly flamed, and he almost felt lightheaded from how fast the blood rushed up to it. “W-We don’t have to! You probably don’t even want to, I know you’re not comfortable with this kinda stuff sometimes, I shouldn’t have even said anything-” He started to rip his hand away from Katsuki’s face, but the blond caught his wrist before he could.
His face was still red, but he was staring resolutely back at Eijirou, a determined frown on his face, even if it was still tinged with nerves. “We can, if you want,” he spoke softly, his voice almost being swept away in the light breeze that blew around them. It ruffled Katsuki’s hair, the fading rays of the sun making the blond strands shimmer.
“You’re sure?” Eijirou asked just as quietly, his thumb stroking across his cheek once, twice.
Katsuki nodded. “Yeah.” The grip on his wrist squeezed. “If it’s you, yeah.”
Eijirou’s heart swelled at the sheer amount of trust in that simple statement, and it made a wide smile grow on his face. Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes even as his own smile threatened to break across his lips. “No need to get so fuckin’ happy about that, idiot.”
“I can’t help it,” Eijirou said, giggling, before scooting closer to Katsuki along the cliff edge. “But if you’re sure…” His free hand cupped the other side of Katsuki’s face, the blond’s almost-smile disappearing a second later. His eyes immediately screwed shut, and Eijirou almost found the act adorable if he didn’t know that Katsuki was still nervous. The tightening grip on his wrist was proof of that.
His thumbs painted streaks of comfort across those pale cheeks as he leaned in, mere centimeters between their lips, and he nudged his nose against Katsuki’s. “You can still back out babe, I won’t judge.”
Katsuki huffed, his breath warm across Eijirou’s face. “You worry too damn much, Red.” And then he closed the distance himself, smashing their lips together in a hard kiss. Eijirou could feel his teeth pressing against his own behind both of their lips he was pushing so hard, and their noses kept bumping together, but then Eijirou guided him back a bit with the hands on his face and tilted his own head, and they slotted together like two puzzle pieces, a perfect match. He sighed through his nose, his eyes falling shut as he kissed back.
It was a simple kiss, chaste, yet Eijirou felt like Katsuki had activated his quirk in his chest as his heart exploded with warmth. The kiss was simple, yet as he pressed closer to Katsuki, as Katsuki wound his fingers through loose red strands in return, the setting sun their only witness on this faraway mountain, he could easily say that he had never loved this boy more.
They pulled apart slowly, and Eijirou’s eyes fluttered open. Katsuki was already looking back at him, and the sunlight peeking between their faces highlighted the wet shine of his lips, the flush on his cheeks, the mirth in his eyes. It made Eijirou grin, hard enough to make him squint. “Love you, man.”
“Love you too, Ei.” He leaned forward to press one last quick peck onto his lips before pulling back and moving to stand. “Now c’mon, we still gotta pitch that tent.” Eijirou whined, making Katsuki roll his eyes. “Shut up, we gotta hurry before it gets dark.” He then turned away, but Eijirou didn’t miss the way his cheeks and ears darkened as he mumbled, “We can kiss more later, or whatever.”
Eijirou immediately perked up. “Oh, okay!” He hurried to stand up and follow after Katsuki, who was speedwalking toward the tree line with hunched shoulders in a (failed) effort to hide his burning ears.
More kisses was great motivation to start moving again.
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Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 14: First Kiss! With bits of days 7 and 11, Sunshine and Long Distance, as well. Also on AO3, let me know what you think!
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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs
chapter 4 excerpt — seroroki first kiss
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“When did you start smoking?”
“Smokin’ what?” Sero’s native accent bleeds into the night fog of his exhale.
“Whatever you’re smoking right now.”
Sero laughs, and it’s rough in all the best ways — raspy, deep, loud enough to bounce off the moon back into Shouto’s lungs.
“It’s just a cigarette, Shou. Started when I was, fuck, thirteen, I think?”
‘Oh, that’s quite — ’, “Young.”
It makes sense, in a way. Sero holds the cigarette with a lazy respect Shouto has only seen his eldest brother uphold. Sero’s voice, upped with the hormones of a teenage boy, scratches on the same words Shouto’s own would hold steady. Even the way Sero sits, in that same corner of his dorm balcony every night Shouto visits, speaks of years of habit. His lithe body folded like a discarded stall pretzel — propped, knobby knees to rest his bulky elbows, the back of his head laid back against his balcony door for easier exhale, leaving his stretched throat vulnerable to Shouto’s quite appalling fantasies.
Shouta has never wanted someone so badly.
“Yeah, well,” Hanta continues, “Not much else to do in my house.”
Shouto remembers.
[ 11 months ago, April — Second Week of U.A., First Year
The door slams shut, and Shouto is finally by himself.
He's beyond thankful the school offers boarding to students who cannot — or simply do not wish to — commute from home. The room U.A. assigned him is smaller than his own at the Todoroki estate but it’s his to do with what he pleases, away from the surveillance of his father and the suffocating silence of his older siblings.
He needs air, and with his own balcony, he doesn’t even have to leave his room to get it.
To say Shouto is… nervous for his first year at U.A. is an understatement. He’d never been to school before, never spoken to so many strangers at once, and he wasn’t even the one talking the majority of the time. He understands the novelty of it all, though — the last son of the Number Two hero, and everyone is itching to ask, ‘What’s it like having such a great hero as a father?’
Well, everyone except his dorm neighbor, who’s apparently been too busy destroying his lungs the next balcony over.
“I think that’s definitely against school-rules.”
The boy startles from where he sits, sucks in a deep breath, and coughs so heavily that Shouto thinks the guy might die. He doesn’t. Instead, the boy’s cough subsides after a few long seconds and he takes a deep inhale before clearing his throat and looking up to meet Shouto’s curious gaze.
This is the moment Shouto thinks Sero Hanta has the largest pair of eyes he’s ever seen. Wide black irises framed by lashes so thick, Shouto wonders if the boy is wearing makeup.
Pale eyelids shut briefly before the boy coughs out a nervous laugh, “Fuck, uh… You gonna tell on me, or sumthn?”
Shouto thinks about it, or pretends to, and tilts his head to the side while his eyes roam over the relaxed form of the delinquent in question. Maybe it was the situation — someone finally asking him something that doesn’t revolve around his family — or, maybe, it was the sleepy accent from a devil-may-care demeanor Shouto hasn’t really encountered before, “No. Provided you let me keep you company.”
This is the moment Shouto also realizes Sero Hanta has the biggest smile he’s ever seen.
Large, slightly crooked teeth glint under a night with no moon and Shouto doesn’t understand why his hands feel so sweaty — he usually has excellent quirk control.
“Yeah man, c’mon on over,” Shouto hops over the rails of both balconies and settles next to the boy, despite his sensitive nose twinging from the bitter smoke, “Couldn’t sleep?
Gulping whatever anxiety lingers in his throat, Shouto nods, “New environment.”
“Yeah,” Sero snorts, “This is nothin’ like home.”
Shouto doesn’t want to talk about his home, “What is your home like?”
Sero takes a puff of his cigarette before his words come out thick with smoke, “Oof, gettin’ deep ‘n personal already. Y’know what they say about the midnight-hours.”
Shouto doesn’t, “What do they say?”
“Somethin’ ‘bout the stars loosenin’ the tongue.”
Shouto rolls his tongue over his teeth, “My tongue is still firmly attached,” He doesn’t think the stars could have such a quirk.
Sero laughs, and Shouto’s not really sure what he said that’s so funny but, Gods, does he wish he knew, because Sero’s lips are stretched wide over his teeth and the tip of his tongue is so pink, “Ah man, how I wish I was smokin’ somethin’ else,” At that, Shouto furrows his brows in confusion, and Sero waves his hand assuringly with the cigarette still lit between two fingers, “Nah, it’s, like, a ‘poetic’ way of saying how people are more likely to be — you know, vulnerable, at night.”
‘Ah, a metaphor,’ Shouto thinks, ‘Like when I bought Fuyumi-nee that sweater she was eyeing for weeks before her birthday and she said she was, ‘so happy, she could die.’ Thankfully, she did not die.’
Shouto nods, “I see… I was not allowed poetry.”
Sero hums, “Didn’t really have access to it, either. Schools were shit in my area.”
To say Shouto was intrigued would be an understatement. Maybe he felt some kind of kinship with the smoking boy whose shoulder warms the right of his. Maybe he was desperate to hear someone else’s story rather than repeat the manicured version of his own for the dozenth time. Maybe he wondered if their stories could be more similar than either of them would think.
“Where are you from? You have an accent you cover up. Why?”
“Slow down, man,” Sero laughs and Shouto’s shoulders shake with it, “I’m not from the city. Some nowhere-village, you wouldn’t’ve heard of it,” Dark eyes twinkle with something that feels like a shared secret, “But yeah, I'll give you that. I’m tryin’ to, y’know, fit in ‘n whatnot.”
“I understand,” Shouto knows all too well about exclusion, “I… don’t think I fit in.”
Sero smiles, “Well. Ya got a spot right here, in this lil’ smoker’s den of mine — ours, if you want it.”
And Shouto’s heart skips a long beat for the first time in his little life. ]
Shouto smiles at the memory.
Over this past year, Sero’s balcony became his solace. A place to vent and scream and curse at the moon. A lighthouse to guide his shivering body out of the roaring oceans of hurt and anger that perpetually marinate in the slim meat of his bones. The warmest blanket of the softest kind of understanding Shouto’s ever known, a constant heat to battle the eternal ice that regularly threatens to freeze him from the inside out. Out of 240 nights, Shouto has spent over half of them hopping onto cold metal that does not belong to him, to sit next to a boy who invites him to belong instead.
Sero’s balcony is where Shouto fits. It is the only place where he can take the world off his shoulders, and be the sixteen-year-old boy he would have been, had he been born under a different God.
It is where Shouto made his first friend. (It will be where Shouto will have his first kiss.)
Because here, under the cloak of quiet galaxies and fading smoke, Shouto is a sixteen-year-old boy with a nearly ten-month-long crush on the person who was kind enough to coax him into their small, star-speckled haven, and offer it as his own.
The secret of Shouto’s affections weighs heavier every day. Touya’s words rattle in his head, ‘maybe you should just — I dunno, tell him that.’ But how? It is often said that Shouto is brave, but in the same breath, Shouto would argue that he has spent the majority of his life alone, with nothing to lose, and he believes bravery without sacrifice shallows itself down to the same arrogance his father suffers from.
With everything that’s happened recently with Touya, with his father under arrest, it doesn’t make sense how, at this moment, the only thing on Shouto’s mind is the way Sero Hanta’s lips wrap over that cancer stick, and how much Shouto wants to lean in and take its place, grab that pointed chin between his own chilly fingers and plead, ‘breathe me in, instead.’
However, losing the peace Sero offers him to a silly moment of desire is not something Shouto thinks he is ready for.
Shouto looks away to mentally shake off his thoughts, and lands on the first thing he sees — a familiar, worn cigarette pack with a unique design oddly felicitous to Sero, “The box is pretty.”
‘It fits you.’
Rogue blue waves rising up to meet a dark sky with an overly bright and full moon. Shouto likens the design to finding serenity in the reality of mother nature's chaos.
Sero takes the box and thumbs over the design absent-mindedly, “Yeah, it used to be the only brand I smoked, really. A bit of a nuisance, though, fuckin’ hard to find — one of those, if you know you know.” He flips the box open, “It’s kinda dumb, but I usually just put the ciggs I buy now in this pack ‘n throw away the original box.”
“Did it taste better than others?” Shouto thinks it must have, to be Sero’s favorite.
“Huh, well, not really. ‘S more like, sentimental value, I guess,” Sero’s laugh rings like rusted, broken bells, “All of ‘em taste the same, really, one way or another. Some’re just extra, y’know, harsh on the throat.”
Shouto thinks that judging by the smell alone, smoking still doesn’t sound very pleasant, “I’ve heard it tastes bad. It smells… strong.”
The shrug of Sero’s shoulder bumps his own in a blissful moment of contact, “Ya get used to it.”
Now, Shouto knows his face tends to be quite expressive — for someone who wasn’t allowed to express much growing up — and so, when Sero looks at him and ticks the corner of his lip in a way Shouto has only ever seen a handful of times when Sero would talk about the more cheeky experiences of his life, he knows he’s been caught. “Why? You wanna try?”
“I don’t know,” He really doesn’t know but the lowered lid of Sero’s large eyes makes Shouto want to try anything, just to keep that dark gaze on him for a few seconds longer.
Sero lays the cigarette box down and scoots closer. The left side of Shouto’s face fills with blood and the heat makes him woozy.
‘Is this what it’s like to feel drunk?’
Shouto can’t really think about yet another teen experience he fears missing out on because there are cool, slender fingers grasping his chin the same way Shouto daydreamed about minutes ago.
Sero briefly turns his head away to take a long drag of his cigarette before facing Shouto again, his whispering mouth barely a centimeter from his own, “C’mere.”
And Shouto listens, leans, lets his body loosen to the calloused thumb pulling at his bottom lip, and opens his mouth. As if on autopilot, at the sound of Sero’s exhale and the reality of being this close to a boy Shouto has spent countless, dreamless nights with — Shouto inhales.
Something rushes to his brain. The smoked tar itches his throat but Shouto was born with the breath of fire. When he exhales, there is a tightness in his chest but Shouto knows it is not the nicotine that affects him so, but the boy whose bottom lip grazes his own and lingers in the lightest caress of a question Shouto has known the answer to for months.
All it takes is the tip of Sero’s strong nose nuzzling the side of his own for Shouto to throw all his cautions to the windless night, lean in, and press.
Sero’s soft kiss is everything he imagined it would be, and more.
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Mochi Kisses
Hanta felt a deep snore shake his chest as he jolted awake. Sitting up on his elbows, he blearily looked around his dark room. The faint outline of his hammock and the stack of books on the floor stood out in the low light filtering in from under the door. The hall light was on. A crash and a low curse from the kitchen.
With a groan, Hanta rolled out of bed. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips showing off the deep V and a trail of dark coarse hair below his belly button.
He rubbed his eyes against the bright light when he exited his bedroom. Another crash, softer this time. Like something fell on top of a towel.
“Sho?” Hanta called out groggily.
Ever since graduation, he and Shouto had been living together. Often on similar shifts it was strange to hear the hot and cold hero up so late. A quick glance at the hall clock told Hanta it was almost 2am.
He turned the corner and froze at the sight waiting for him in the kitchen. Pots stacked in the sink, rice flour covering the counter and spilling onto the floor, and Shouto looking frazzled beyond belief.
An amused snort left Hanta’s nose. His roommate - and long-time crush - looked cute. Dressed in basketball shorts and a tight tank turned white from rice flour, red and white hair tangled instead of separated in his signature hairstyle.
“What are you doing?” Hanta asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. His biceps bulged, showing off the intricate tribal tattoos that banded his skin. He didn’t miss the way gray and blue eyes flashed to his arms before jumping back to his face.
“Uuuuuuh,” Shouto answered lamely.
He looked down at himself and seemed to only just then realize he was covered in rice flour. In a flurry of movement, hands swiped and patted his tank, sending white powder into the air. The fine particles danced and sparkled in the illumination provided by the warm light above the stove.
“I was trying to make mochi.” Shouto pouted as he looked back to the messy counter.
“At two in the morning?” Hanta smirked. “Couldn’t wait til your day off?”
Shouto was quiet for a moment, shoulders rising with tension before slumping in defeat. “Couldn’t sleep. Nightmares.”
Hanta felt his heart clench. They were only two years out of high school and their class had gone through more than some heroes went through in an entire career.
Dark eyes studied Shouto. Disheveled hair, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, tense jaw. Hanta mentally beat himself up. He should have noticed those things first…but then again he was just pulled from sleep. The lanky hero pushed off the wall and approached slowly. There was a glob of sticky dough on the counter.
“I think I messed it up,” Shouto sighed. “It’s lumpy.”
“Nah, just gotta play with it a little more,” Hanta smiled. “Here.” His hands landed on Shouto’s shoulders to turn the shorter man back toward the counter.
Fingers slid down toned arms, making goosebumps erupt across Shouto’s skin. And then Hanta eclipsed his hands to guide them over the dough, pressing and rolling gently but firmly. Chest to back, both men were aware of their proximity, the elevation of their heart rates…the heat building between them.
“You’ve made mochi before?” Shouto whispered through a tight swallow.
“My mom makes it all the time and I like to help,” Hanta answered with a hum.
The longer their hands moved together, the more relaxed they became. Shouto released the tension in his forearms and let Hanta take the lead. The quiet in the dead of night was peaceful now instead of suffocating. No shadows or lurking demons. Warmth and gentle touches replaced a frantic need for distraction.
“I was dead asleep when you knocked something over,” Hanta yawned before dropping his forehead to the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Sorry,” Shouto sighed. “I was trying to be quiet.”
“It’s fine,” the lanky hero mumbled against soft skin.
Shouto shivered. A soft but sharp intake of breath jolted against Hnata’s chest. And without thinking, too comfortable nestled against his pretty roommate’s neck, Hanta pressed a kiss to that soft skin.
Shouto froze and it took a moment for Hanta’s sleepy brain to catch up.
“Shit,” he mumbled and pulled away. “I didn’t mean-” But he was stopped by hands gripping his forearms.
“Don’t,” Shouto ordered barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
The buzz of the light above the stove seemed to rise in pitch as time lingered between them. Slowly, Hanta leaned back in, nestling against the comfortable heat of Shouto’s back and tucking his face into his neck. Soft strands of white and red tickled his cheek and the familiar scent of crisp body wash mixed with the undeniable scent of Shouto filled his nostrils.
Hanta hummed contentedly and pressed his lips against soft skin once more. Then again, tracing the length of Shouto’s neck up to the sensitive spot behind his ear that made the smaller man suck in a sharp breath. Trailing his lips back down, Hanta lightly sucked and licked, tasting the saltiness of sweat lingering on Shouto’s skin.
Too sleepy to have a quick reaction time, Hanta gasped when Shouto twisted in his hold. The sound was muffled by a set of lips pressing against his own, tight and hesitant. Hands rested on his biceps, fingers squeezing lightly and relaxing as Shouto pulled away. With eyelids fluttering, Hanta caught the light blush dusting across Shouto’s cheeks. He reached up between them to thumb across the warm skin.
“I-I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Shouto breathed. His eyes were darting across Hanta’s face, past him to the opposite wall, down to his bare chest.
“Yeah?” Hanta asked, feeling his heart rate accelerate. “If I had known you were into me, too, I would have made a move sooner.”
“I didn’t really know what I was feeling,” Shouto admitted. “I’ve always liked you, Han. But it wasn’t until I saw the way Midoriya and Bakugou interact that I realized I wanted that with you.”
Hanta snorted a laugh and opened his palm to cup Shouto’s cheek. “Hopefully a less intense version of what they have. I like you, Sho. A lot.”
A rare smile pulled at Shouto’s lips, soft and gentle. It reached his eyes making blue and gray sparkle in the warm stove light.
“How about we forget the mochi tonight and go to bed?” Hanta suggested.
“Yeah, okay.” Shouto looked down between them. “But I’m covered in rice flour.”
“I can wash my sheets.” Hanta said.
“The kitchen is a mess.”
“I have a day off tomorrow. I can clean in the morning.”
“But-”
“Sho,” Hanta stopped him. “Come to bed with me.” He stepped backward, and with Shouto’s hands still on his biceps, the shorter man followed.
Leading him to his bedroom, Hanta leaned down every so often to capture those soft lips. A peck every so often that led to the pair stopping just short of Hanta’s bedroom where the lanky man pressed Shouto up against the wall and turned up the heat on their kiss. Swiping his tongue over swollen pink lips, silently asking for entrance. And when Shouto parted for him, it was with a gentle sigh. The hands squeezing Hanta’s biceps slid up to lock behind his neck.
The roll of their tongues was a lazy affair as they savored the taste of each other. Tensing slightly and adjusting their hands to feel and touch in ways they’d only dreamt up to that point. And then Hanta pulled back, eyes half-lidded and chest expanding rapidly. He grinned and leaned back down to tuck his face into Shouto’s neck, teeth nibbling soft skin before soothing with a kiss.
“Bed,” Shouto reminded him.
“Mmmm, right here is good,” Hanta chuckled, nosing behind the other man’s ear. He sucked an earlobe between his lips and nibbled. The action was rewarded with a full body shiver.
Hands slipped between the wall and Shouto’s back, pulling him close to the lanky hero. Their hearts beat erratically, thumping against one another as they finally shuffled into the sanctuary that was Hanta’s bedroom. Careful not to trip over anything, they finally collapsed on the platform bed with a thump.
With a few grunts and giggles, the sheets were pulled over them and Shouto was spooned against Hantas chest. One arm draped over the hot and cold hero’s stomach, the weight more of a comfort than anything Shouto had felt since he awoke from his nightmare.
Peace settled over them. Breaths evened out, hearts beat at a more relaxed rate. One of Hanta’s feet slipped between Shouto’s, his toes caressing the bony appendage.
The dull sound of a car passing by outside their apartment barely disturbed the quiet settling between them. Fuzzy warmth covered them like a blanket, wrapped up in each other. But then Shouto stirred and broke the silence.
“That’s it?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” Hanta asked sleepily. Now that he was back in bed, exhaustion took hold once more.
“I thought we were…I mean you were kissing me and it was-”
Hanta could hear the confusion in his voice. It was edging on hurt and the tone made his stomach twist. “Mmm, let me take you on a proper date first, kay?”
“Oh.” Shouto gasped. A long pause. “Can I still kiss you before then?”
“You can kiss me whenever you want, Sho,” the lanky man chuckled and squeezed his arm around the smaller man’s middle.
The bed shifted, sheets twisting as Shouto turned to face his bed partner. Though his eyes were closed, Hanta could feel the heat of each puff of breath, growing in intensity until Shouto’s lips landed on his. Warm and soft, far less tense than he had been in the kitchen. They melted into the kiss and Hanta laid his arm across Shouto’s back protectively. Fingers tangled in silky strands of red and white, massaging the base of Shouto’s skull.
“Sweet dreams,” Hanta whispered against soft, swollen lips.
Shouto hummed softly and tucked himself into the lanky man’s chest. A gentle smile pulled at his lips as the hand in his hair slowed until it became completely still. Soft snores filled the room and the dual colored man was completely consumed by Hanta. Scent, touch, sound, everything led back to the hero he’d been crushing on for years. With mind blissfully blank of anything other than Hanta, he drifted off. Eventually, he’d learn how to make proper mochi. And when he did, Shouto would be sure to feed the first one to Hanta.
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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2
Part 1: Linked Here!
AO3: Linked Here :)
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋
Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out
CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon
Scenes from the afternoon hookup replay in your mind over and over as you sit in the library at a battered old desk in the history section. All you can think about is Shoto’s mouth. And his hands. And his abs!! And his sweet face.
You twiddle your pen in your hand as you try to draft out an essay for class. Unfortunately, every time you try to jot down a few thoughts your mind goes blissfully blank and you remember the tender way he spoke to you.
"How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?"
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.”
“Find me later so we can discuss this.”
You look down at your watch excitedly – 7:55 PM. You eagerly wait for Shoto to appear so the two of you can talk and – with any luck – canoodle amongst the history textbooks. You sit patiently as the time ticks by.
Soon it’s 8:30 PM. You’re not worried, though. Shoto probably assumed you’d want to get some work done first.
9:15 PM rolls around and you start to get worried. You try to distract yourself with school work as doubt creeps into your mind.
10 PM – Shoto still hasn’t showed.
“Shit shit shit.” You check your phone again and again as you wade through the endless wave of homework your teachers have assigned. You keep losing yourself in a math problem or in a passage of your History textbook, only to remember with a jolt that you were expecting to see Shoto and the bastard hasn’t showed.
At 10:30 PM you realize with a sinking feeling that it’s almost past curfew. You pack up your things and prepare to head back to the dorms. There’s a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t shake.
You slide your books into your bag as a anxious thoughts dance through your mind like annoying fruit flies: Does Shoto regret your mid-afternoon hookup? Is he going to pretend it never happened? Did you push him too far? Does he think you’re a slut for stripping off your shirt and basically pressing his face into your naked breasts!? The synapses of your brain jump through dozens of equally horrid and embarrassing scenarios as you march back to your dorm room, blushing furiously with humiliation.
You run through the afternoon’s events in your head for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to find a clue as to why Shoto would have left you waiting alone in the library. Your cheeks burn hotter as you recall the gentle way Shoto had kissed your neck before leaning in to capture your lips in one of his first kisses. "How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?" You shiver as you think back to how gentle he was, how each caress felt so loving and intimate.
You shake your head to clear it. Shoto must have a valid excuse for not meeting you in the library as he had promised – no boy could kiss someone that intimately and then instantly cast her aside, right?
Before long, you’re walking through the doors of Class 1A’s dorm building. You shiver with discomfort as you recall how earlier that day you essentially scaled the side of a building for a boy. Does Shoto think you’re an absolute fool with the extremes you went to for a quick make out session? You hope not.
You walk up the stairs and past the common area. You see most of Class 1A studying quietly. Sero, Izuku, Kirishima and Ida sit around one of the kitchen tables reviewing their math homework while some of the girls compare English notes on the couch. To your relief, Shoto isn’t there. Mina waves to you enthusiastically, beckoning you to join her and YaMomo as they review the finer points of Hamlet. You politely decline and make a beeline for your room. You turn the key in the lock and it clicks – within moments, you are blessedly alone.
You toss your heavy book bag to the ground and prepare to wallow in self-pity. It’s 10:56pm and Shoto still hasn’t reached out to you. Your phone is vacant of text messages and your brain is absolutely fried from schoolwork.
You dim your room lights and switch on the favorite fairy lights for some peaceful ambiance. Time for some self-care, bitch! You think resolutely as you swap your uniform for your favorite pair of pajamas. You toss your phone to the floor with abandon and climb into your comfy bed. You breathe in deeply, allowing yourself to revel in the coziness of the dorm room.
You take out your five-minute bullet journal and write a quick list of things you're grateful for:
1. The opportunity to study at UA
2. Your lovely and encouraging friends and classmates
3. Your cozy room and the roof over your head
4. Shoto’s mouth
5. Shoto’s abs
6. Shoto’s goddamn hard AF dick
Um. No.
You snap the journal shut before you get too derailed.
You pull your comforter over your head and sit in silence for a moment. You’ve never been the kind of person to go completely boy-crazy. You always used to make fun of those girls who would go gaga over pretty boys and their texts and their kisses. But as you recall the searing way that Shoto kissed your lips earlier that day, you suddenly understand what all the boy-crazed girly hype was all about. Oh my god. You have a crush. A big sloppy embarrassing crush.
In the silence of your room, you suddenly here a buzzing noise coming from the general direction of your book bag. You struggle to disentangle yourself from your sheets and your journal goes flying. You ignore its crash landing as you slip from your bed and collect your phone from where it lays abandoned on the carpeted floor.
It’s Shoto.
Your heart skips.
Todoroki: Y/N. Are you awake?
You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. Did Shoto just send you his version of “U up?”
Y/N: Yes, I’m still up.
Todoroki: I know it’s late, but can I stop by?
You tense. Oh God – he’s going to come by to tell you that he’s not interested. He’s going to thank you for your time making out and say that you probably should avoid hooking up in the future because it’s a huge distraction. You’re sure that whatever he has to say is going to be negative and leave you feeling embarrassed. Why else would he have skipped out on your rendezvous in the library?
You take a deep breath. You have always been fairly practical with a mind for strategy, two qualities that had really set you apart when you had taken the UA entrance exams. You know that the best course of action here is to rip off the Band-Aid sooner rather than later. Better to know how he feels about your hookup now
Your heart sinks as you type out:
Y/N: Sure, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in. Try not to be seen by anyone.
Todoroki: Of course. See you shortly.
Your heart beats double time as you look down at yourself. Your pajama set consists of a silky blue top with matching shorts that don’t leave much to the imagination. You chew on your thumb nervously – should you change into something more appropriate? No – Shoto has seen your boobs. A little bit of leg is not going to kill the half hot half cold hero in training.
You quickly remake your bed and kick your book bag beneath your desk so that the floor is clear. You plop down on your smooth comforter and wait, knotting your hands together as you anticipate Shoto’s arrival.
A few anxious minutes pass, and then you hear gentle footsteps pad down the hallway outside your door. The knob turns quietly, and in a moment Shoto Todoroki steps across your threshold, quietly closing the door behind him. He reaches down to turn the lock with a gentle snap of his wrist.
You take him in – he’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white t-shirt. You’ve never seen him dressed so casually before and you assume that these are what he wears as pajamas in the privacy of his own dorm room. His hair is tousled and damp from a recent shower, and the burned side of his face shines where he’s clearly applied some kind of scar cream or moisturizer. His outfit projects a comfy air, but his expression is dark and stormy. Your heartbeat quickens in fear – what could possibly have caused him to be in such a tempestuous mood? Was this about your kissing?
You bite at your lip with worry. But when your eyes lock, his expression softens. In two quick strides, he’s at the bed. He leans in close so that your noses almost touch.
“Hi.” He says softly, before dipping his mouth to meet yours. You blink in surprise as your mouths melt together. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the kiss. Pleasure radiates up and down your spine as you kiss him back. He places both his palms on your hips and pulls you closer, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as he slides his tongue into your mouth. How silly you feel for thinking he didn’t want you like this!
After a few moments, you break apart.
“Hey there.” You whisper, bringing your hands up to cup his beautiful jaw. He leans in to kiss you again and you hold him in place. He stops and looks down at you inquisitively.
“I waited for you in the library, you didn’t show.” You say slowly, softly.
“My father decided to take me through some drills in one of the school’s gyms. I only finished a half hour ago.” His expression becomes dull as he speaks. “I’m sorry to leave you waiting. I wanted to see you - but I’m not allowed on my phone during training.”
Relief must have flooded your features, because he tilts his head to the side questioningly. You hold back a giggle – the way his head is tilted makes him look like a sweet dog asking its owner for a treat.
“What’s wrong?”
You sigh and pull yourself further onto the bed, patting the spot next to you as an invitation. Shoto climbs up next to you, sinking into the deliciously soft fabric. His eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“This is so comfortable.” He says, pressing his palm into the plush fabric beneath him. You recall his sparse traditional bedroom and realize that he’s never laid on a proper puffy mattress before.
“Hold on – it gets better.” You say pushing him off the bed so you can pull down the covers. You slip beneath the comforter and gesture for him to rejoin you. He climbs in clumsily, unsure how to position himself within the sheets. You prop a pillow beneath his shoulders as he lays down on his side. You toss the comforter over the two of you and lay across from him, feet almost touching beneath the warm layers of bedding.
“Cozy?” You ask as Shoto settles into the bed.
“Yeah.” He says in quiet voice, propping himself up on an elbow. “I always thought beds like this were excessive but…maybe there’s some merit to this.” He eyes a blue Squirtle plush that sits next to you in the bed. “Can I…hold that?”
You grin, biting back a laugh as you reach over to grab the Pokémon plush. “This is Squirtle – he’s one of my favorite plushies.” You hold up the stuffed animal and wiggle it in front of Shoto’s eyes as if it’s dancing. “Squirtle, Squirtle” you say in a low tone, trying to emulate the television character’s voice the best you can.
Shoto gives you a weird look. “I don’t get it. Why are you just repeating its name in a strange voice?”
“Shoto…have you…have never seen Pokémon!?” You almost screech in disbelief, before throwing a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. You quickly remember that you are in the dorms and the walls aren’t super thick.
“No, I wasn’t allowed to watch television unless it was about Pro hero work.” Shoto says, a tinge of sadness flowing along with his words. “But it looks cute and round and I really just want to hold it and squish it?”
“Yeah, that’s the general reaction to plushies. Dude, we need to get you that whale pillow you liked on Pinterest. You need more cuteness in your life.”
“Well I have you, don’t I?” Shoto smiles softly. “You bring more than enough cute into my life.” He reaches out and grabs the plush from your hands and squishes it a bit. “But this is pretty nice, too.”
Your face grows hot at the compliment. Shoto tucks the Squirtle under his arm and shifts around in the sheets until he finds a comfortable position. He looks adorable and soft as he cradles the bright plush in his strong, muscular hands.
When he finally settles in, he looks up at you enquiringly. “What’s wrong?” He repeats, looping you both back to the conversation form earlier.
“So…” You sigh with embarrassment. “When you didn’t show up and I didn’t hear from you…” You pause and Shoto gives Squirtle a squeeze. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again. Or at least that you didn’t want to make out with me again.”
“Oh.” Shoto wasn’t expecting this. “I thought I made it very clear how…enthusiastically…I enjoyed our time together this afternoon. I didn’t realize I had left any room for you to question my attraction to you.”
“That’s nice to hear…but when you didn’t show at the library or send a text, I assumed the worst. My mind kind of went into full-blown panic mode. I thought maybe once you had time to reflect on our hookup, that you realized you didn’t like it or that you didn’t really like me. To be perfectly honest, I’ve never felt that way before. Usually something like this wouldn’t bother me.” You take a deep, steadying breath. “But I think I really like you and want to be close to you, and the thought that you might not feel the same was tearing me apart for the last couple of hours.”
The words come tumbling from your mouth before you can stop and think them through. Why are you saying all of this!? Why does being around Shoto make you feel so comfortable and open to sharing? It’s so weird – and you’re absolutely sure he’s going to think you’re some kind of over sharing freak for telling him all of this.
Shoto looks at you thoughtfully for a long moment before speaking. “Something I have always admired about you is your ability to be straightforward about what you’re thinking and feeling. Most people aren’t like that, and I have a hard time navigating more subtle situations. Thank you for telling me exactly what you’re thinking – I value it so much.” He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, moving the bangs out of his bright eyes.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I had abandoned you. I wanted to come to the library so badly. I want to kiss you so badly – it’s all I’ve been thinking about tonight.” His voice is so earnest that you believe him.
“Let me match your honesty with some of my own - my father is extremely strict. Ever since I was born, he’s pushed me to be better. To be stronger. He wants me to surpass him. He wants me to take All Might’s place as the number one hero.”
You gasp at this. Of course you knew that Todoroki was ambitious, but this…
“I don’t have any intentions of becoming harsh and cruel like my father. I’m not even sure if I want to go for the top spot on the hero charts.” He admits, almost bitterly. “That’s the path that my father has laid out for me. He’s obsessed with my training. With my ‘potential.’ But he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about how I feel. Excuse my language.” Shoto looks so sad, so despairing. He hugs the plush close, his chin tucked into his chest as he continues.
“I just want to help people and make them smile – just like All Might. But my old man just doesn’t seem to get that. Today, when he noticed how distracted I was… he didn’t ask if something was wrong. He just pushed me even harder.” Shoto avoids your gaze. “I think he purposefully pushed me to train into the night to keep me from meeting up with you. In his eyes…you’re a huge distraction for his prized creation.”
Suddenly you notice how exhausted Shoto looks – there are pale bags beneath his eyes. You scan his body and see light bruises beginning to form on the exposed skin of his arms. You wonder - just what kind of training has Endeavor been subjecting him to?
You had never guessed that behind Shoto’s calm and collected exterior, there is just a normal teenage boy trying desperately to please his father, while simultaneously trying to defy him. The whole relationship seems complicated and messy and you’re sure what Shoto is telling you is only the tip of a chaotic Todoroki family dynamic iceberg.
“Oh, Shoto.” You say softly. You scoot forward and wrap your arms around him. He freezes, unsure of what to do but nevertheless comforted by the sudden closeness. You reach behind him and card your fingers through his hair. You see goose bumps emerge across his skin, and realize that he likely hasn’t been touched this way before.
“Is it okay to touch you like this?” You whisper.
He breathes out a shaky “yes” as he moves to toss the Squirtle plush to the floor. Once his arms are free, he works to wrap them around you. He rests one strong hand on your back and slings the other around your delicate waist. He draws you close to him and holds you tightly as you continue to run your fingers softly through his two-toned hair.
He’s silent as he buries his head into your shoulder. There’s an emotion that’s radiating off of his body that you can’t quite place – sadness? Frustration? Maybe even relief? After a few moments of running your fingers through his hair and gently up and down his back, he finally starts to relax. The tense muscles in his shoulders loosen, and he seems to come back to himself.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispers, muffled as he turns his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not great at expressing my emotions. I can try to put it into words…I’m feeling so weighed down right now.”
“Because of your father’s expectations?” You prompt, running a light fingertip down his spine. He shivers a bit in response, but not in an unpleasant way.
“Sometimes I wonder if he sees me as a real person, as a son. Or am I just his big project?” Shoto wonders aloud, his voice a bit strained. You feel his eyelashes flutter against the sensitive skin beneath your jawline.
“Shoto...that sounds like a lot to carry. You’re just a high school student – your father shouldn’t be putting that kind of pressure on you. It’s not normal.” You tuck a lock of red hair behind his porcelain ear. “This situation sounds so complicated. It’s no wonder you feel so conflicted. I’m here any time you need a friendly ear to listen as you work through it.” You continue to caress him softly over his clothes. He begins to lean into your touch hungrily. “But right now – at this moment – you’re safe. In this room, in my arms, you don’t need to hold other people’s expectations of you in your heart. When you’re with me, I want you to feel that you can just be Shoto.”
You still your fingers as you let your words sink in. Shoto is radiating a deep sort of sadness that you wish you could smooth away with your fingertips.
“Thank you.” He says, his voice breaking a tiny bit as he processes your words. After a few beats Shoto exhales deeply, his breath ruffles your hair. “I’m not used to talking about these things. Actually, I’m not really used to talking much at all. Or being touched.” You can feel the blush on his delicate cheeks warm the skin of your neck.
“I can tell.” You say before you can stop yourself. To your surprise, he chuckles.
“I don’t know why it’s so easy to do these things with you – talking, touching…kissing.” He lifts his head off of your shoulder to look you square in the face. “There’s something about you…”
Suddenly, the room feels as if it’s charged with Denki’s electrification quirk as his bright mismatched eyes meet your own.
“I think I’d like to continue exploring this with you.” He says matter-of-factly, moving his legs to intertwine with yours.
“W-what does that mean?” Your breath catches in your throat as he dips forward to kiss down your neck.
“It means…I want to keep doing this. Kissing. Talking. I suppose I want to keep getting to know you like this? Intimately.” He places a soft kiss in the hollow behind your earlobe. “Would you like that as well?”
“Yes.” You breathe, with zero hesitation. He smiles into your neck before running the edges of his teeth lightly across your smooth skin. You let out a soft moan in response.
“Good. Then we’ll figure this out together.” He moves to kiss your cheek soundly before releasing you from his embrace. “But right now it’s well past midnight, and we both need our sleep if we’re going to continue to be top of our class alongside YaMomo and Ida. If we both let our grades slip, it might tip people off.” He moves to get off the bed.
“Hey – wait!” You grab his arm and pull him back under the covers. “I have no problem with you staying here for the night.”
“But wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Shoto’s face reddens, but he lets himself be drawn back into your gentle embrace.
“Would it be anymore inappropriate than you making out with my tits?” Shoto’s face burns an even brighter red at this question, but he also looks quite pleased with himself (you assume he’s recalling the way he kissed down your breasts earlier that day as he smirks). “Sharing a bed should be perfectly responsible as long as we keep all of our clothes on. You said you want to explore? Well get over here and let’s figure out if you make a good big spoon.”
This earns one of those rare full smiles from Shoto – he practically glows. “Alright.”
He pulls himself close to you. You reach above your head and switch off the string lights that wind their way around your room, and the tiny dorm fills with darkness.
You turn to face the wall and scoot your body back until you feel Shoto’s solid warmth. He reaches around to pull you close until bodies are touching, flush together. You tuck yourself into Shoto’s warm, muscular body and sigh with contentment.
“So do I make a good big spoon?” He questions, tentatively nuzzling his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. “Mmm, your hair smells like lavender.”
“We’ll need plenty of practice to truly ascertain the full range of your spooning abilities.” You say in a faux-academic voice, causing him to snort out a laugh. “But so far you’re doing great.”
You interlock your legs and pull his strong arms around you. You wiggle a bit as you try to find the comfiest spot in the mattress. You unintentionally grind a bit against Shoto and jolt when you feel something hard pressed against the curve of your ass.
“Sorry.” He mutters softly, embarrassed.
“Maybe I’ll take care of that for you tomorrow.” You yawn as you close your eyes and settle in for a good night’s rest. You grin into the darkness as you feel Shoto’s dick get even harder as he mulls over your response, wondering at what you could possibly mean by “take care of that.”
You didn’t realize you were so tired. You’re dimly aware of Shoto’s breathing growing slow as he drifts off into a comfortable sleep. You smile softly to yourself as you slide further into his embrace. This poor, touch-starved boy has been through so many terrible things and your heart aches for him.
Even in sleep he’s tense, his jawline stiff and his muscles almost locked around you. But he’s warm and soft and smells like jasmine and mint tea. You hope that for the next few hours you can provide him with a safe harbor to rest and escape his troubles. You let your eyes flutter close and breathe in deeply, dreaming of Shoto’s sweet face as you fall gently into sleep’s embrace.
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First kiss with Deku
You and Deku were sitting on his bed cuddling after you finished studying when you asked a question,
" Have you ever kissed a girl?"
" What! No, I've barely even had a normal conversation with one...other than you that is, and my mom of course." His face went red but seemed calm.
He stopped being a stuttering mess when he knew that you were the one he wanted.
" Well then in that case~," You leaned in and connected each others lips.
He was a little shaken at first but then leaned into it and the rest came naturally.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him. He gently laid you on the bed and hummed at how soft you were.
Once you two pulled apart you gazed into the eyes of each other and cuddled a little closer.
" That was better than I imagined." He whispered.
" Mmhmm,"
" Can we do it again..." He blushed.
#izuku x reader#deku x reader#deku x you#mha midoriya#midoriya x reader#mha#fem!reader#headcanon#bnha#kiss#first kiss
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Whats your opinion of kiritetsu? (kirishima x tetsutetsu) bc its like one of my FAVORITE rare pairs. they are so bromance,,, gymbros to lovers,,,
They're SO CUTE UGH I read a fic once where they were dating and monoma was like "tetsutetsu what's it like dating a 1-A student..?" And tetsu was like "BROOOOOO" and it was like so good ugh
AND LIKE OH MY GOD IN A NO QUIRKS AU KIRI WORKS AT THE GYM NEAR TETSUS HOUSE AND ITS LIKE HE STARTS GOING TO YHE GYM MORE OFTEN TO HIT ON HIM UGHHH THEY'RE SO I LOVE THEM!!!
#the fic i mentioned was a monodeku fic and i love it dearly because tetsu goes 'bro? you saying youre interested in my bf?' and monoma goes#'GOD NO. my type is more...green...'#also with my hcs kiritetsu is t4t and i love them#bnha#mha#kirishima ejirou#ejirou kirishima#tetsutetsu tetsutetsu#I cant do my normal first name last name last name first name tag for him its making me giggle#also consider#kiritetsu flowershop tattooshop au kiri works at the flowershop tetsutetsu wotks at the tattoo shop and has tons of piercings and kiri goes#'thats manly as hell....we should kiss....maybe.... possibly....#god i LOVE rarepairs sm i have so so many of them i enjoy
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Drowning in you (BkDk)
+8k words Hurt/Comfort
Katsuki woke up to an unpleasant vibration on his cheek.
His phone was ringing. Despite the night mode. Irritated, his fingers slid over his nightstand until he found the cord, then he pulled it out from under his pillow. No one was able to call him at this unholy hour without trying twice. And even then, there were only a handful of idiots to consider. And their boss.
His screen glowed brightly in the light of his utterly dark room. With narrowed eyes, he read the time {02:12} and then the name {Todoroki}.
What the fuck?
"What the fuck," he uttered as a greeting, making no attempt to hide his annoyance, his body propped up on one elbow and his eyes narrowed against the remaining fatigue.
"You told me once that you'd like to be warned when Midoriya comes home after refusing hospitalization."
"He - what? What?" he sat up in a second, pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the time again. "It's 2:13 -"
"We've been here for hours."
His blanket flew off the bed as he wiped it down and leapt up.
"Why didn't you call me in?" he hissed, hurrying out into the hallway, heading straight for Deku's messy nerd room and putting the phone on speaker.
Shouto sounded worn-out and hoarse, "Look out the window. It's snowing."
"So what-?"
"The old bridge here in Kyushu collapsed. Many injured. Dead, too. And Midoriya was - it was -"
"It was …what?" he asked slowly.
"…close."
#crying katsuki bakugou#crying izuku midoriya#crying in general#bkdk#mha#bakudeku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugou#injuries#fanfiction#boku no hero academia#deku#kacchan#happy end#first kiss#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#archive of our own#bkdk fanfic#long post#close call#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha bkdk#bnha
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BkDk | Misunderstandings | Mutual Pinning |Miscommunication | Kissing | Love Confessions | Supporting!All Might | Crack |
Go Get Your Man, Young Bakugou! by red_sneakers
All Might calls Katsuki into his office to give him the ‘I know you’re gay, and I support you and your relationship’ speech.
The problem? Not only are Katsuki and Izuku not dating (despite what most of class 3A thinks), Katsuki hasn’t even realized his own romantic feelings for Izuku (yet), and he has no fucking clue what All Might’s talking about.
#ao3 bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#midoriya izuku#bnha fanfic recs#bnha fanfiction#bakugou katsuki#bkdk#misscomunication#misunderstanding#love confessions#first kisses#supportive all might#all might#yagi toshinori
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Shouto’s first kiss
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: TodoKiri (Todoroki Shouto X Kirishima Eijirou), dash of BakuDeku.
Synopsis: Kirishima and Shouto have been spending a lot of time together, feelings come out and feelings are shared.
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After the second war, society has slowly been rebuilding itself, and they stumbled but they were getting there to a better place. The new school year at UA had started and Class-1A, though officially they should have moved up sooner, are now Class-2A and are eager to be just students just teenagers again. Todoroki Shouto for one was happy he could finally relax, the last year being one of the most difficult years to handle for him. His father’s abuse displayed to the world, and his eldest brother believed to be dead alive and a villain.
Now though Shouto could focus on his school lessons, his dreams of being a reassuring hero and pursuing these feelings he had for a fellow student. Since the start of the new year, Shouto has been spending more and more time with Kirishima, and this was his first time feeling like this. Feeling like he was made of jelly, whenever Kirishima complimented him, feeling fluffy whenever Kirishima was near, and he felt like he was invincible like he was free. So, Shouto wanted to keep feeling those feelings, and in that case he would take any moment any chance to hang with Kirishima. Which is why when the new aquarium opened Shouto got tickets, and invited Kirishima to join him there. The two had just arrived at the aquarium, and were admiring the fish swimming. The lil nemo’s, catfish’s and the small sharks. Shouto peaks into one of the tanks, and then at the small board that has information on them. Stonefish.
“Hey Kirishima it’s just like you” Shouto said smiling, as he pulled Kirishima over to the tank.
“A stonefish” Kirishima reads, and then looks at the fish, “ehh but it’s so ugly am I that ugly?” Kirishima whines with a pout.
“I think it’s beautiful” Shouto replies, as he looked at this fish, “you too” he adds quickly. Kirishima looks to him eyes wide, causing Shouto to surprisingly blush.
“Well come look at this fish” Kirishima said smiling, as he pulls Shouto over to another tank. “The emperor snapper its red and white just like you” Kirishima said, as he ruffles Shouto’s hair.
“Heh we both got our fishes then” Shouto said, as he watches the fish swim by, “let’s go see the sharks the big ones…they look even more like you” he said softly, as he drags Kirishima to the next section of the aquarium.
The rest of the day went on with them enjoying the sharks, which Kirishima took great pleasure in showing off his shark-like teeth to them. Entranced by the dolphin and whale show, and intrigued by the octopuses and jellyfishes. By lunchtime they enjoyed meaty burgers, surgery goods and milkshakes - strawberry for Shouto and mint chocolate for Kirishima. They ended the day by seeing the turtles, and listening to the seal talk before making a leave of the establishment. The day was going so well for them, the aquarium was buzzful, the day bright and everything was going accordingly well. Until they stepped out of the establishment, and the weather turns sour as rain begins to pour soaking the two boys.
“My father’s home is close by let’s go there until the weather dries” Shouto suggested, to which Kirishima wholeheartedly agreed with him.
So, the two boys took off running for his father’s house, in hopes of getting out of the wet and into the dry. Not that it mattered they were already soaked right through, but they ran nonetheless because they didn’t want to get colds. So they ran and ran until finally they made it through the front door of his father’s house. After everything Enji and Touya resided in the old house, while Shouto and the others lived elsewhere but it’s not to say Shouto never visited them. Shouto and Kirishima take off their shoes, and coats before heading further into the house. Enji soon appears from around one of the corners.
“Shouto what brings you here? Oh you brought a friend” Enji said as he allowed them into the living room, Touya was say on the couch.
“Hi I’m Kirishima Eijirou it’s nice to meet you” Kirishima introduced himself, even though it’s not like he was completely unaware of who Enji was.
“We’re just going to dry off” Shouto said calmly, as he grabs Kirishima by the wrist and begins to drag him away.
“I’m about to cook dinner why don’t you stay for dinner? both of you” Enji suggested, Shouto turned to look at his father shocked.
“Since when do you cook?” Shouto asked shocked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Old fart has to entertain himself somehow…now that he’s retired and one armed” Touya spoke up.
“Well stay” Shouto replies, he was curious now to see if his father’s cooking would be on par with Fuyumi’s or not.
“Thank you for the kind gesture” Kirishima said with a bow, before he followed Shouto out of the room.
They entered what was Shouto’s old room, and technically still was if he ever stayed over the night. Shouto fished out some fresh clothes for them both, as well as towels to dry themselves off with. Quietly the two changed from wet clothes to dry clothes, drying themselves as they went before moving to sit on the futon together.
“I had a lot of fun today” Kirishima said smiling, as he finished drying his hair off.
“Kirishima I….I want you to know that I really appreciated your support in everything….after the first war when everything was going wrong you were there for me offering me comfort, showing me support and comfort it felt like you were my biggest supporter and after the second war you were there again” Shouto spoke, finally bringing up a lot of what he’s been wanting to say to Kirishima, “thank you so much” he adds.
“You were my friend and you were hurting you don’t need to thank me but you’re welcome” Kirishima said gently, he smiled at Shouto, but he soon noticed the wet still dripping down Shouto’s face and off his hair. “Come here let me dry you off” he said softly.
Shouto scoots closer to him, and let’s Kirishima dry his face off with a small towel. He then throws the towel over Shouto’s head and begins to rub his hair dry, he paused as the towel draped over Shouto’s face.
“Eh?” Shouto murmurs confused, as he surrendered to Kirishima.
“Just stay still” Kirishima whispered, as he leans in slowly.
Kirishima closes the distance between them, capturing Shouto’s lips in a soft but passionate kiss. To which he eagerly returned with a slight worry in the back of his head, murmuring that he was coming off maybe too desperate. He wanted this though, he really did so he returned the kiss with a fluttering chest. His lips slowly moving against Kirishima’s as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck. After a few minutes which was probably closer to a few seconds, the boys separated but Kirishima kept the towel hiding Shouto’s eyes and Shouto kept his arms around Kirishima’s neck.
“I think I love you” Shouto blurts out, maybe it was just the euphoria of the kiss that made him feel this, but he was sure of himself for once.
“Me too” Kirishima replies his voice soft, as he moves the towel to cover Shouto’s lips. He stared into the mismatched eyes, that have been in his dreams and offers him a soft smile. “Me too Shouto” “Y-you called me Shouto” said Shouto, a smile gracing his face as he pulls the towel out from under Kirishima’s hand.
“I did….is that ok?” Kirishima asks, Shouto nods his head. “I’m going to kiss you again” he says.
Before leaning in and kissing Shouto again, who eagerly returned the kiss. They continued to kiss, cheeks flushed and body’s close as they clutched at each other. The kiss lasted a little longer than the first, but they soon pulled a part and settled down to cuddle and chat about the day, the fishes and the little things before dinner time.
Lil later,
After eating with Enji and Touya, the two boys had returned back to UA. So here Shouto and Kirishima were walking into the dorms, hand in hand and a huge smile on Kirishima’s face. They were greeted by Izuku and Katsuki heading their way with garbage, Izuku’s eyes beaming as he spots them.
“Todoroki Kirishima your back” Izuku exclaimed happily, as he stopped in front of them.
“Thank god I can finally stop hearing your yapping about half’n’half” Katsuki spat, as he takes in the couple.
“Hey that’s no fair we as a whole class had to put up with you raging for month heh if not years instead of just sucking up the fact that you love Midoriya” Kirishima exclaimed, as he defended himself.
“Why you” Katsuki growls, as he drops the garbage, “forgive me” Kirishima squeaks, as he quickly pecks Shouto on the cheek.
Before taking off as Katsuki gives chase, small explosions popping off as he chased. Shouto and Izuku laugh at their two boyfriends, and their silly antics.
“Let me help you Midoriya” Shouto said, as he picked up the forgotten bags.
“Yes because then you can tell me everything” Izuku beamed, as they left the dorm buildings together, and Izuku was happy to hear about how amazing the date was and how happy Shouto was. He had his first kiss, his first date and the feelings he had festered were fruitfully returned in earnest.
#it’s canon too….Kirishima being one of Shouto’s biggest supporters after the war#the kiss is canon too Horikoshi told me 😉#stonefish are actually rather ugly but I like the idea of Shouto finding everything even ugly thing’s beautiful!#mha spoilers#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#first kiss#shouto todoroki#bnha spoilers#todoroki shoto#shoto todoroki#todoroki shouto#mha shoto todoroki#eijirou kirishima#kirishima ejirou#bnha kirishima#mha kirishima#todokiri#kiritodo#bnha ships#mha ships#bnha fic#mha fic#bnha fluff#mha fluff#bakudeku
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New Fic Alert!
'be my valentine'
Valentine's Day: a day for love, for confessions... for kissing your childhood friend in front of your entire class?
Happy Valentine's Day! :) <3
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha#bakudeku#dekubaku#bkdk#dkbk#first kiss#valentine's day#clockworkquirk#fluff
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