Hey everyone. My name is Rhye. I shall be preparing a short story for you all between Todoroki and Midoriya. Now, I'll apologize in advance because I may be a tad rusty due to a LONG spell of writer's block. But I do hope you enjoy this, since this is my first time doing anything lemon-related for BNH. Now for the boring (but necessary) stuff:
[I DO NOT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, PLOT OR PRODUCTION. I JUST MAKE STORIES. I DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF ITS WORK AS MINE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG SOLELY TO ITS MAKERS AND PRODUCERS.]
There. Now that that's over with, I bid you good reading and enjoy!
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Midoriya would rather have a room all to himself without others troubling him. Sure, it's nice having friends, he could admit; however, he still had that awkward aura about him. He was the only one with a quirk not ordained at birth. And, with this, his poor frail body couldn't withstand the massive tons of force that power. Bullied heavily as a kid and forced to retreat within himself for comfort, it's safe to say that this is who he was and who he'll always be. There's another thing that he couldn't stand, besides the mind-numbing pain of a broken pinky, leg, or any other apendage that required the attention.
And that particular thing, is the cold. The bitterly dry cold air that inched its way into his dorm room at night, leaving him fumbling over his covers, without an ounce of notable sleep. It was at that moment when Midoriya knew that he wouldn't be able to be alone. On this night, the cold was too much to handle and he couldn't bear it another day. The inescapable briskness of winter, combined with a broken heater, on his floor, didn't make it any better. He had to make it a priority to let someone, anyone, aware of his ever waking nightmare.
And, so, the day came. Shortly before class began, Midoriya marched up to his classroom, seeing Aizawa wrapped up in his lemon-colored sleeping bag, resting soundly on the floor. Truthfully, he'd rather not wake the darker-haired man from his slumber. The less confrontation—the better. However, he just swallows his fear and carefully walks up to sleeping man.
"E-er, um... Aizawa-san?" Midoriya whimpers, extending a hand ever so slowly to the older man. "I-I need some help here."
The boy shakes the bag, ensuring that it was just enough to wake the other man, but not much to where he'd annoy him. After what seemed like forever, he hears a disgruntled groan exit from below, signaling that he was awake.
"Ugh, what is it..." Aizawa groans through the sentence, almost painfully parting his eyes to reveal the horrid dryness that followed. "Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes."
"I know but, um..."
"—C'mon kid, spit it out."
Midoriya rushes for the sentence to come out. "Th-the heat's out in my dorm. I-I don't know what else to do, it's really cold in there!"
"Huh? The heat's out? Have the others on your floor complained about it?" Aizawa's head moves from its stagnant position to look Midoriya in the eyes.
Midoriya turns his jade orbs somewhere other than on Aizawa. Eye contact with him was sort of triggering, given that his quirk temporarily removes other's abilities. It didn't matter whether he was docile or not, Aizawa could be quite unpredictable when it comes to moods.
"Not... that I'm aware of."
The older man yawns, sitting up completely, removing his upper body from the bag to give the younger man his attention. He scratches the jet-colored stubles protuding from his chin, taking time to ponder over the information given to him.
"Hm. Well, let's wait 'till the other's get here. I can't just go off your word alone, y'know. Why'd you wait so long to let me know?"
Midoriya doesn't want to tell him that it was because he didn't want to be a burden, but instead says, "It only happened about a few days ago. I didn't want to think something so brash, si-since it'd been working before."
"Right." Aizawa brazenly obliges, dipping his head back to prepare for his eyedrops. "Like I said: wait 'till the others get here. I'll have more information, then we could figure out what to do from there."
...
Sure enough, the complaints came flooding in as the students entered the classroom. Mainly from Iida, Bakugo, Mineta, Kirishima and Ojiro, did the gripes escape, one by one each came to sit down with a sigh on their breasts.
"Agh, damn it! Why was it so fucking cold in my room!" Bakugo exclaimed through gritted teeth, palms clenched tightly into fists. "Was like a shitty icebox in there!"
Iida nodded his head, adjusting his glasses to sit on the bridge of his nose. "Though I don't necessarily agree with the use your language, Bakugo, it was rather cold on our floor. Has anyone else noticed any problems with the heat?"
"Ahh, Bakugo should have nothing to complain about; he could just use his explody fingers to warm himself up! Besides, that's what we needed for last night anyway, with how brisk it was." Kirishima quickly responded, wiggling his fingers around to mock Bakugo's powers.
"Shut up!" barked an (always) agitated Bakugo.
Ojiro raises an eyebrow, and just calmly asks, "'Explody fingers'?"
Mineta adds in, "It would've been better to have something! I couldn't even read my magazin- er, I-I mean, study guide last night! I could barely move arms from their spot or else I'd freeze..."
Midoriya just sat quietly as the other boys chatted amongst themselves about the missing heat. The only people that didn't complain, were the women, and the other men from the other floors. They too, sat and said nothing, as they knew nothing of the situation. When Aizawa entered the room though, the students went quiet. He looked to Midoriya who now recognized that he wasn't the only one.
"So," the older man projected, "I heard that there was an issue with the heater in the boys' dormitory. Anyone else wanna' atest to that?"
"Yes, Aizawa-sensei!" Iida shot up from his seat, standing at attention. "We have been experiencing colder temperatures on our floor than other parts of the dorms."
"—What about you kids over there, Todoroki, Aoyama? Have you been experiencing heat outages too?"
Todoroki glanced from the corner of his eye. For a split second did he look in Aizawa's direction, just to gaze out the window as he did earlier. He just plainly responds, "No."
Aizawa, not even bothering to hear a response from Aoyama (who constantly does the utmost), turns his attention back to his class. "Well, I guess it can't be helped then. Until we get the problem sorted out, the lot of you are gonna' have to share dorm rooms for the moment."
Not long after he said those words did the disappointed cries come from the boys who had no other choice but to deal with their circumstances. Especially Midoriya, who couldn't even think of the idea. He defintely did not want to share any kind of room with Bakugo. Any kind gesutre would be met with a death threat, or some sort of snide remark. Given that they have some sort of mutual respect for each other since the exams, it still seemed that they didn't get much of anywhere past their "rivalry", in that short amount of time. Aoyama would just talk about himself most of the time. And he didn't know the others very well.
"We'll arrange your rooms to have the heaters repaired in the meantime. Also, the rooming arrangments will be made tonight, so be sure to come by and pick those up before you're sleeping on the classroom floor. If that's all he complaints you have, I'd like to get started with my lesson."
...
After the lesson, each boy that reported the heat being out got an assigned room. It just so happened that Midoriya was lucky enough to secure a spot with Todoroki, who didn't seem to mind having the latter around. He went back to his room, collecting his things, such as his notebook, uniforms, and night clothes. Sure, it wasn't something that he wanted to do, but he'd rather have a warm room, than one that feels like he'll get frostbite if he even sticks one toe from underneath the sheets.
"Ahh, well, this wasn't what I planned but, at least it's him." Midoriya mumbles to himself as he packs the remainder of his items before exiting the room.
Evening rolled around quickly, so he'd hoped to catch some TV time before having to go to bed and prepare for the next lesson in the morning. As he turned the corner to walk down the steps, he ran into the person he was bunking with for the time being. Todoroki had the same blank expression, his eyes appearing to have nothing in them. His hands casually placed in his black pants pockets, not even really paying attention to anything.
"A-ah, Todoroki, I was just about to put my stuff in your room. I-is there any particular place that you wanted me to move them to?"
"—Just make space for yourself. Doesn't really matter where you put anything." Todoroki drones.
"Ye-yeah... sure." Midoriya notes the other man's disinterest but wants to know more. "Um, where are you going? It's pretty late to be out don't you think?"
He tilts his head, a sort of apathetic expression playing at his face. "To train."
"What? This late? And by yourself? But!"
"Look, I don't need you worrying me, I'll be fine."
Midoriya's words were shut down by the other boy, apparently unbothered by his roommate's worry. Todoroki walks away, with little words being exchanged. The curlier-haired man thought that he would at least get a little more contact from the other, since they have been through so much together. Why—from nearly killing each other at the finals, he was sure that there would be some sort of... something. Still, he tried to pay it little mind, since he had so much to do in a little amount of time. He continued down the steps, ignoring the yells and shouts of Bakugo loudly cursing at his new bunkmate. Thankfully, he wasn't too close to him, so it wouldn't disturb his sleep.
When he approached the door, he found it unlocked. Midoriya chuckled at the thought of Todoroki being considerate, but, as quickly as it was there—it left. It was possible, in Midoriya's mind, that he left it unlocked for himself. He did say he was going to train. Simply put, he left his key and didn't want to be locked out. Hopefully, the ramblings in the young man's conscience would be soothed if he asked the right questions. After opening the door, he scanned the room for any space. Much to his surprise, Todoroki's dorm is tidy. Nothing seems to be out of order and freshly cleaned. He found his eyes fixated on this spetacle. In a way, this was something new he learned about his roommate.
Bewildered still, he sat his bag down and slowly began to unpack his things. He saw a drawer, that seemed to be unoccupied, sitting idly in the corner of the room. Warily, he made his way to it, and opened it. It had been cleaned out. The younger man thought it odd, but, didn't think of it too much. Whatever the case, Midoriya knew not to waste anymore time, he had a lot to do.
...
The door to the dorm swung open with enough force to create some wind. Todoroki stood in the doorway observing the scene before him. His curly-haired counterpart was still cleaning—two hours after he'd even left.
"Shouldn't you be asleep or something?" The older boy replied, eyebrows furrowed, showing some distaste.
"I could ask you the same thing. Also, were you the one that cleaned these drawers?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
Midoriya quickly went into a more submissive tone, jade irises rapidly finding something else to focus on. "O-oh um... I just wanted to thank you for this, i-if by chance you'd done this... for me."
The older boy went quiet. He led a hand from his pocket to the middle of his head, where the white and red met symmetrically. He noticed the blush creeping across the skin of Midoriya's cheeks, taking him in with some curiosity.
"...Yeah."
The room fell into dispositioning silence. One man didn't know what to say to the other. Each looked in the opposite direction of each other, and either one didn't know how to spark a conversation. Midoriya, although slightly embarrased, cleaned up the rest of his clothes and climbed onto a bed that was positioned across from Todoroki's.
"We... should probably get some sleep, you think?" The curlier-haired boy asked, trying to break some of the encompassing silence between them.
"Yeah, probably."
The other man gathered his towel, preparing for a shower. Soon, he was out the door again, turning the light out and shutting the door tight. There were more questions that Midoriya wished to ask but it would have to wait until he got back. He then laid in his bed, closing his eyes just enough to drift off into a slight sleep. The thoughts in his mind swirled. He wanted to know more. Other than the information given to him, Todoroki didn't say much, if anything at all. He really just couldn't help himself. It bothered him that he was the only one that didn't really know anything, other than what he was told. How could he get closer? Was there a way to get more acknowledgment?
It didn't feel like long before the door opened again, and the younger man opened his eyes to see Todoroki's silhouette standing in the doorway, body steaming from the hot water. He closed the door, this time locking it and leaving it locked.
"Midoriya." Todoroki called to the boy who was still awake, face locked onto the body he could still see, from the light shining from the window. "Are you still awake?"
He would've loved to stay quiet. But seeing a sight like that, even in reduced lighting, sent him into a bit of a frenzy. "Ye-yes."
"Mm. Thought you were asleep. Would've changed in the bathroom."
"It-it's fine! Really..." Even though it wasnt, Midoriya managed to sputter out a sentence that would ease the tension in him.
"Are you nervous?"
"—I'm sorry, it's just... that I've never seen you like this before."
Todoroki lets out a slight chuckle in response. "Yes you have. You've seen my chest before, so what's new?"
Midoriya found his eyes travelling towards parts they shouldn't go to. The towel precariously dangled off the other teen's toned waists, adding glare to his already tanned skin. He could see the muscles rippling as he moved, each movement more enticing than the next. He couldn't tell him the true reason. No, anything but that. The curly-haired boy did his best to hide it. He wrapped his legs around themselves, hands now placed below his pelvis.
"Uh... no-nothing."
He couldn't help but notice the tiny scars that riddled the other's body here and there. It somehow complemented him so well. The ache that the younger man tried so hard to hide kept going, Todoroki possibly oblivious to what was happening. How could this happen? If there were anytime to get like this, why would it have been now? Panic ensued, hoping that the other man wouldn't notice. It was dark, and Midoriya had dark pants on. So how could he notice? But still, the darker-haired teen tried to make it less obvious that he was flustered.
"Your muscles... I've never really seen them up close."
Out of everything he could have said, nothing could have been anymore suspect, he thought it would be more of a compliment; but now, he just sounds plain creepy. He couldn't stop now, he thought, and just kept on with the one-sided conversation.
"It's really amazing, how strong you really are. I admire that about you. Er, we-well I mean..."
"Where's all this coming from? You may be strange, but you really must be out of your element to say things like this."
Midoriya's heart skipped a beat. It's becoming apparent that he isn't acting normal. These nervous ramblings, the awkward pausing—it's all becoming too telling. It made him even more embarrassed.
"I-I mean, not exactly," the darker-haired teen stammered, "I-I don't have to be 'out of my element' to compliment you."
"I guess." The lighter-haired man replied, not even looking back in the other's direction.
Before Midoriya could even respond, Todoroki dropped his towel, revealing even more unseen parts of his body. The strikingly robust buttocks, right down to his near perfect quads and calves—nothing would've prepared him for that display. Midoriya squirmed, noticing that his "problem" grew larger, and considerably more troublesome. The subtle aches and throbs, sudden palpatations, chills racing up and down his spine. Oh yes, the problem couldn't have been more impromptu. It was like torture, this part of the night seemed to go on forever. Each movement felt like fire set off in his bones, and he couldn't control it. He couldn't make it go away.
"Hey, what're you doing over there?" Todoroki inquired, finally turning his head to face the other teen curled up on his bed.
"No-nothing! J-just ignore me, I-I'm not doing anything!"
"Jeez, what is wrong with you, you're being weird right now." Todoroki's aloof inquisitiveness got a hold of him, as he put his grey shorts on, without a shirt. He walks over to the fumbling boy, further increasing the latter's panic.
"No! Please don't come any closer!"
Midoriya reached out a desperate right hand to stop the other man from seeing the issue. Surely, Todoroki approached him and saw the problem. Standing right there in front of his face, his expression changing from uncaring to shock.
"You-you're... hard."
Well, I hope you enjoyed the first edition to this, and I also hope that I don't suck right now. The writer's block is like a cancer really. But still, if you'd like to review, I appreciate it in advance. The next chapter should be released within the next couple days or so.
See yah then,
-Rhye.