Part 1 of a 2 part story. As always, these characters are not mine.
The nurse's office. Again. Izuku stared at the too-familiar beige ceiling and waited for Recovery Girl to piece together the shattered remains of his right hand. He would never, ever take having the power of All Might for granted…but sometimes it was a (literal) pain!
The familiar click of the knob sounded.
"H-hey, Recovery Girl..!" he started bashfully, slowly rising up. "It's my hand again. Sorry, even though you scolded me to more careful…." He stopped short – the one standing in the doorway wasn't the old nurse, but Shouto Todoroki, arms crossed.
"Well maybe you should start listening then," he cocked his head, cool as ever.
"Todoroki-kun! What are you doing here? Y-you weren't worried about me, were you? Ehehe..." Midoriya felt guilty to admit it, but the older boy kind of put him on edge. He was normally pretty good at reading people, but sometimes he just couldn't see past that deadpan expression.
For his part, Todoroki said nothing. In fact, he was tempted to turn around & leave. But suddenly he walked forward, closing the door behind him. Too late to turn back now.
"Todoroki-kun?" Izuku backed up a little. Everyone knew how cutthroat Yuuei's Heroics Department was, but surely no one would attack him while he was injured? …Surely Todoroki wouldn't, at least.
"Just lie back down," he answered. "And be quieter, would you?" Midoriya noticed that he would no longer look at him directly.
Before Izuku could protest any further, Todoroki had him flat on his back. His hands slowly trailed their way along the smaller boy's arms, careful not to touch his bandaged hand. From his shoulders, he continued downward, running his hands across Izuku's chest and down his sides, squeezing gently every so often.
"T-Todo...ooh!" Midoriya's questions got interrupted by the feeling of his captor's hands slipping under his gym clothes, bare hands on flushed skin. Amidst the confused soup that used to be his thoughts, Izuku couldn't help registering with amusement that one of Shouto's hands was cooler than the other. It raised goosepimples wherever his fingers went.
Like a skilled masseuse, his palms explored freely along the boy's bare torso, gliding against smooth skin, fingers digging into toned muscles whenever he pleased. Deku, who had been keeping his eyes squeezed shut, nervously peeped out – Todoroki had a look in his eye like he was desperately trying to develop x-ray vision. It wasn't unlike the look Kacchan got when he saw something he really wanted but couldn't have.
Suddenly Izuku felt very self-conscious.
Todoroki audibly swallowed. "Turn around," he ordered, trying desperately to keep his voice steady.
"Todoroki-kun…" Midoriya started, torn between apprehension and concern.
"Just do it, okay?!" Shouto snapped, more harshly than he meant to. "I won't hurt you, okay?" he followed, much softer this time. "I just…I need to see something."
Reluctantly, Izuku agreed. For a long while nothing happened. Then, all at once he placed his hands back under Izuku's shirt. This time they were both warm... Hot, in fact. He jerked with surprise at first but, as his skin adjusted to the temperature and Todoroki's fingers began working his muscles, his body abandoned all attempts at escape. It felt like one of those hot rock massages he saw on TV.
Or at least it was. Then Todoroki hit Deku's waistband and, in one smooth motion, pulled his pants down to the knees. Face blazing down to his shoulders, Midoriya reared up like a snake.
"T-Todoroki-kun! I-I can't…. Y-y-you, what are-" he sputtered incoherently, trying to look stern and indignant. But to his great surprise, Shouto was blushing just as hard.
What was left of his protests were quickly silenced by Todoroki grabbing him by the collar and slamming their lips together. The hard kiss lasted only a second before softening into the feeling of soft lips and hot breath. Midoriya's insides squirmed in a strange, new way when Todoroki slipped his tongue between his parted lips and touched the tip to his own. Shouto quickly lost all shyness and began exploring the other boy's mouth hungrily, as if trying to fill Izuku's mouth with the taste of him.
They finally broke, eyes hooded and gasping for air. He dully noticed a strand of saliva continued to connect their lips, unknowing (and not exactly caring) who it belonged to. In a daze, Izuku began leaning in for another kiss, but this time it was Shouto who moved away.
"Deku…Midoriya. I'm sorry, I just..wanted to see if I liked you or not." This last part was said so quietly it was almost a mumble. "I'm not making excuses or anything, I just… Look, I'll go. Please forget any of this," and with that began making his way to the door, trying desperately to hide his red face.
"Wait!" Deku reached out and grabbed Todoroki's shirt. "I get some say in this too! So what if…" He felt himself blushing again. Was he really going to say this? "What happens if I don't want to forget?"
Shouto started at the shorty in front of him in shock. Finally he set his jaw and stepped towards him. "Do you really wanna do this?"
"I have feelings too, y'know! A-and now they're all confused, too. So…take responsibility." Despite how bravely he started, this last part was said from behind his hands – the sight of the cool, confident Todoroki staring at him with unabashed hope and passion made him blush too much to continue looking at it.
Todoroki couldn't suppress a smile; this kid really was too cute. It didn't last long – in a heartbeat, he had the smaller boy in his arms and resumed kissing him. Their lips slipped over each other, the heat melting the boundary between them. Izuku cried out and shuddered as Shouto bit at his lips like a hungry animal before covering the marks with licks and kisses.
Midoriya unconsciously spread his legs wider, a space Todoroki quickly filled with his open palm. Resting lightly on his groin, he began to gently stroke the hardening member through his briefs. Deku arched his back and gasped, hooking his good arm around his lover's shoulders; Todoroki closed his eyes and buried his face in the younger boy's neck, breathing in scent of his skin, reveling in the feeling of his taut body pressing desperately into his own. This was the fucking best.
He could feel his own arousal growing and couldn't resist pressing it into Deku's stomach, the slight friction between them giving him chills.
Together they fell back onto the infirmary bed. "Shouto…" Deku breathed, lips parted and face flushed with pleasure.
"Izuku…" he answered back, giddy at hearing him say his first name in that voice. He was transfixed, not knowing whether to stare at the painfully erotic expression on Deku's face, or the growing wet bulge under his gray cotton briefs. In that moment, if anyone - even his father - strode in with intent to separate them, Todoroki would've fought him until he died. With a look of pure hunger in his eyes, Todoroki bent down for another deep kiss…
"Alright, who's the youngster who overdid it this time?!" Recovery Girl cried jovially as she threw the door open.
Deku got a face full of air as Todoroki jumped back with reflexes quick enough to make Iida jealous. He was almost too dazed to register what was going on and only thought to cover his lower half at the sound of her cane rapidly approaching.
"Eh, Todoroki? What a surprise, I've never seen you in here before! Usually you're one of the good ones about not getting hurt. Oh well, first time for everything!" she cackled.
"Er, no… I'm just visiting and, well…" he stammered, uncharacteristically tongue-tied. Midoriya noticed that he was keeping his legs crossed and turned deep red, suddenly remembering that something had been poking him in the stomach before.
Recovery Girl peered at him for a moment before slowly turning around. "Oh so it's you! Back again are we?"
"Y-yes, ma'am!" he barely got out.
"Well in that case there's no point in hanging around here anymore Todoroki-kun. This one's tough as they come…though that's no excuse not to go at him gently!" she cracked, and began to laugh at her own joke as both boys turned the color of ripe tomatoes.