AN: Long story short – I couldn't keep up with consistent updates back in October for Smooch-tober since I was drowning in a ton of work for classes. Anyways, I didn't want to completely delete my one-shots I already had done and decided to separate them into three different collections based on ships.
Summary: Kiss related one-shot prompts for Tododeku.
Happy reading~ :D
Kissu Kissu Chuu! Vol.2
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Kiss On The Cheek
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Seventeen-year-old Izuku was perched on top of his tombstone, one wispy khaki pant wearing leg dangling towards the ground as he had his other bent on the stone and wrapped his arms around his knee. His red high-top sneakers shining brightly in the foggy, chilly, dimly lit night.
On the floor beneath him, there was a portrait of a much livelier version of himself in a nice golden frame. Next to it, a small incense burner with a few sticks of a nice warm vanilla scent wafting through the air. An old antique black kerosene lantern to at least make the white engraved text of his name plaque visible. A bouquet of assorted flowers neatly placed in a translucent green vase, and a bowl of his mother's katsudon that was still warm – his absolute favorite dish.
He sighed, content with what his mother had left him this time knowing that he wouldn't be able to see her for some time. Being a world-renowned medium kept her busy, especially when her fame sky-rocketed when it became public knowledge that she still keeps in touch with her deceased son – being able to both see and communicate with him.
Izuku hadn't died in a violent way, no, it was due to a hereditary disease passed down from his biological father Toshinori's side of his family. The doctors had informed him since a young age that his illness would break down his body faster than any other condition, if he even had others. What he had when he was living was just that rare.
Of course, his mother mourned him but her grieving period wasn't as long as it normally would have been once he started to manifest in his old room and appeared in front of her one day during an autumn evening last year.
Truth be told, he wasn't prepared for his passing. He, naturally, expected it and embraced it but no one ever told him how the world beyond was much more… thrilling? Sure, he had the option to enter his door and go beyond the middle realm to what's expected – a heaven, nirvana, happy place, etc. But he wasn't interested in starting over and finding eternal peace. This place he currently resides in wasn't limbo per say, but more of another dimension in where those deceased were reincarnated into creatures that were only ever described as myths in the mortal world.
His father had been the first one to greet him, holding a black umbrella. Dressed in a funeral suit, still looking like a skinny hollowed-out man, a skeleton really. Toshinori was standing, patiently waiting on a patch of grass in the other side's cemetery when Izuku unearthed himself from the worm-infested fresh soil. It was honestly the grosses thing he's ever had to do; he wasn't the biggest fan of creepy-crawly things.
That had been last year and today, another autumn evening, he's grown accustomed to the rules of this new land. His mother, Inko, could call upon him whenever she wished and frequently visited him every single night once he started to stick to manifesting in her side's cemetery. She visited even when he insisted that she shouldn't be out so late.
His father, to his surprise, was an incredibly sought-out man in this realm, whom had to deal with matters of all kinds. It wasn't a big deal that father and son couldn't hang out tonight and his mother was off abroad. Izuku wished her well and willed his spirit energy to be able to be manifest solid enough to give her a kiss on the cheek.
She had giggled at the light feather touch, cold breeze of his kiss and wished him to be careful as if he were still capable of feeling pain. Even going as far as teasing him when she quirked an eyebrow and winked when she told him that she knew all about the vampire boy. Being cliché about her son getting bitten as she touched the side of her neck to mimic his reaction.
That had caused Izuku to sputter and frantically wave his arms around, flailing as he denied any such claims while checking his neck for any bite marks. A ghost and a vampire dating was a first for her for sure. As a medium, Inko wasn't afraid of the unknown and knew that the world was much broader than just humans and ghosts.
Now, on his tombstone, Izuku debates on whether he should eat or wait for one of his friends to pass by. It was barely ten after all!
The only downside to being a ghost unlike the other creatures was that as a minor, any blood relative who's also a ghost can place a curfew totem on him. Unfortunately, his father had wrapped him up in his white cloak. It's Izuku's totem item, with its cartoony and striped patchwork fabrics sewn haphazardly together all other the cotton material.
Once he had his cloak on, he wasn't allowed to leave his tombstone. It really was a drag when he doesn't technically need sleep anymore but knew that his father was just being over-protective from the lurking dangers of the shadows – known simply as The League.
Izuku picked at his green and white striped ribbon bow neatly laced around his neck and puckered his lips, making a face. He's still young and excited to explore this new world and of course, may or may not wanted an excuse to go visit his… techincally boyfriend in the downtown district where all the vampires lived.
A blush spread across his pale cheeks at the thought. He'd die all over again from embarrassment if his parents ever found out that yes, he's involved with someone and no, it's not another ghost. Just the fact that they vehemently told him that they didn't care about his sexuality and encouraged whatever relationship he's in was more than enough of a blessing for him.
Of course, nothing Izuku did whether dead or alive was ever easy because he went and fell in love with a vampire after being saved by him sometime last year around Christmas time when Izuku wandered too far into a dark forest and was nearly exorcised by a cult of witches. Naturally, he befriended one of them, a girl named Ochako who profusely apologized to him, telling him how they're inexperienced in spell casting and didn't mean to nearly send him to another-another afterlife in the middle of the woods.
The young witchling's boyfriend, a werewolf named Katsuki, who had been lurking in the dark shadows silently watching as the witches did their ritual nearly shredded his energy aura when the vampire who had been curiously following the young ghost male nearly got into a physical fight with the wolf to defend him.
Both ghost and witchling awkwardly had to pull the males away. Ochako lectured Katsuki, pulling him down to her shorter stature by his pulled furry ear and told him to apologize to Izuku while the green-haired ghost, still in shock, softly muttered under his breath for the vampire, whom he's finally learned the name of, Shouto, to do the same.
At the time, that didn't sit well with his now vampire boyfriend but he had no choice but to get comfortable with dealing with the werewolf Katsuki as Izuku made it a routine to go hang out with the witch Ochako almost every other night, wandering into the witches' forest. The only reason Shouto had even agreed was because anytime Izuku was done visiting his friend, the vampire was always guaranteed a kiss on the cheek.
"Curfew?" he hears a stoic voice echo from a small distance away.
Izuku looks to his right, emerald eyes following the cemetery entrance towards the cobblestone steps of the city. He finds Shouto coolly making his way past the one flickering kerosene burning streetlamp and crossing into the entrance of the grass and soil holy ground.
"Paranoid parenting at its finest" Izuku dully replies as he swished his cloak around.
Shouto doesn't bother to take his sweet time getting closer as he used his speed and arrived in front of the tombstone.
"I'm glad you're here though" the ghost shyly confesses.
The vampire leaned forwards, firmly planting the palms of his hands against the sleek black granite of the tombstone, caging the male into his taller frame. Izuku, on autopilot, tilts his head to allow Shouto to place a kiss on his cheek.
"We have all of eternity together" Shouto pecks his cheek again, faintly showing his fangs, "that and unlike you, I don't have a set curfew" his lips curled into a teasing smirk.
Izuku groaned.
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Done! To be continued.
I'll keep this 'story' opened until I feel like it has a good number of prompts in it.
Note: I'm always opened to ideas from readers as well! Please send me Kiss related ideas y'all might have/would maybe like to see happen and I'll see what I can do and of course, I always give credit!
I don't own Izuku Midoriya or Shouto Todoroki and all other characters mentioned or those that will be used in this fic – Boku No Hero Academia is owned by Kohei Horikoshi.
I just own the idea/plot/story/whatever you want to call it~ lol :P
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