"G-good job, Todoroki-Kun." Midoriya groaned, far too tired to give him a proper congratulations. He was still healing, his energy extremely low after Recovery Girl did what she needed to. The younger of the two had his eyes shut, his lips were dry and slightly chapped. Todoroki stared down at him with an unreadable expression, he had no idea Izuku harbored that much power. It definitely reminded him of All Might, the one he was to surpass, the reason why he was created. He simply wanted to be a hero, not for the greed of credit or recognition, but for the greater good. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't wanna think about that right now, it was all thanks to Midoriya that he was able to, even for just a second, forget his father even existed. It was his power, not his father's. He sighed lightly, he wouldn't lie, he felt kind of bad that Midoriya went through all of that and gave it his all and lost anyway though it was something Shouto definitely respected. He took a seat by his bed, blinking a few times and speaking, unsure if Midoriya was even awake at this point or if he'd already fallen asleep.
"Thank you." He murmured under his cold breath, steam falling from his lips and floating up before disappearing completely. His lips tightened into a thin line. "You helped me, your opponent. Thank you for that, for helping me realize that this is my power and my power alone." He wasn't quite sure on what else to say, it looked as though Midoriya was asleep anyway. He, evidently, needed all the rest he could possibly get. That was one thing Shouto was positive about as he stood, getting ready to leave. He turned, his footsteps echoed as he stepped towards the door and reached for the knob. Before he could even grip it, it swung open to reveal Uraraka, Midoriya's newfound girlfriend. Todoroki had absolutely nothing against her, they were no longer rivals thanks to the festival being over completely. He wasn't sure if Katsuki exactly earned the number one spot. He didn't seem to even want it. Shouto stepped aside, he'd understand if she found him distasteful from here on out for breaking Izuku down like that. He couldn't care less if she did, they weren't friends anyway.
"Oh, Deku! Are you alright?" She questioned in a tone a little too high and a voice a little too loud but it was excused. She was worried for him as she should be but we all knew he'd make a recovery and bounce back. He always did. "Recovery Girl? Is Deku going to be alright?" She asked, concern lacing her beautiful voice. Uraraka was an attractive person, a kind one too with an inspirational goal. It was absolutely no wonder or surprise that they'd ended up together and Shouto would be lying if he said he found it atrocious. With one last look at the two, he turned to leave.
Midoriya wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep or when he even fell asleep, he could only just barely remember congratulating Todoroki-kun. He'd gotten second place in the sports festival after all, he deserved that spot. From the start, Midoriya stood no chance against him but there was always next year for sure and hopefully by then he'd have learned to control his power to the full extent. He sure did put up a great fight this year though, and giving it his all was enough for him. He opened his eyes, it was blurry at first but slowly began to focus. "To...doroki?" He questioned, looking to his right to see not the half white, half redhead but to see Ochako Uraraka. He was happy to see her nonetheless of course, she was nothing less of kind-hearted and considerate, especially towards him for whatever reason. This year was going a lot better than he'd expected it to. He got a quirk, talked to a girl who'd soon become his girlfriend, became a friend to his idol All Might and got to participate in the Sports Festival. It was really cool knowing a lot of his friends would be getting offers, getting noticed by popular pro-heroes in need of sidekicks. He smiled a little.
"You're finally awake, Deku!" He clapped her chubby, little hands, laughing a little as she did so. "I'm so proud of you Deku! If only you saw it from my perspective, it was amazing! You two were all 'Pew Pew' and 'CCCCRRRRRSSSHHHH'!" She made the over dramatic sound effects with big hand gestures as she described what she'd seen and how cool it was. "-Then there was huge explosion even though the match had been called and Midnight tried to put you guys to sleep and you were blown out of bounds completely, it was so cool!" She didn't stop there, she made fists, more gestures, jumped a few times even and as she spoke, Izuku's mind wandered slightly. He was thinking about the battle himself, the way his body ached, the way the adrenaline coursed through his veins and how he was literally blown away by Todoroki's performance. His body was indeed in unbearable pain but he pushed through it and for some odd reason, the thought made his breath hitch, his heart pound and his gym pants tighten ever so slightly. He sat up, wincing at the stiffness, the blankets pooling at his lap and hopefully hiding his shame.
"That's really cool, Uraraka but I was there, remember?" He wanted to change the subject as soon as possible, unsure of what was going on with his mind and body right now. There were no explanations and if there was, there were very few or none Midoriya would accept for himself. "I wonder how Kacchan is doing out there, he really got you. Are YOU okay from that, Uraraka?" The brunette sighed lightly, pushing her head against Midoriya's shoulder for comfort.
"I don't know, Deku. I really tried my hardest out there and he still... he still beat me. I have a long way to go before I can really call myself a hero, Deku." She whispered, sitting next to him on his hospital bed, well, infirmary bed. They weren't in a hospital. Midoriya sat up, smiling as he did so and taking Uraraka's hands in his own.
"But, Ochako, you are a hero. Being hero isn't about strength or strategy. Like All Might said, it's about doing what's right, not hesitating to save someone in need of help and that's what you're trying to do… right? For your parents. And I'm proud of you for that." He leaned in to kiss her cheek gently, pulling away to look at her blushing face.
"You never fail to amaze me, you're right. Thank you… now you should rest. I'm sorry for bothering you, Deku. I was worried is all." She murmured, standing from the stiff bed and bowing just slightly before turning to leave. He sighed, leaning back against his large, plastic pillows. He wanted to be able to say his attention was on Uraraka that entire time but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Midoriya licked his slightly chapped lips, looking around the empty room. It was bright white, the sun shining through the window to his right. The curtains masked only half of the glass, rays of light travelled through and to the opposite side of the room. Dust floated around in it, why was he able to focus on something like that? In such a confusing part of his day? He blinked a few times, recalling the way Todoroki burst into flames on his left side, all thanks to Midoriya. He couldn't say he wasn't proud of both Shouto and himself.
The two days off from school were spent in Midoriya's room at home with his mother who couldn't talk about anything other than his unbelievable performance in the festival. He was excited to immerse himself in such conversational topics but as soon as he was alone in his room, his lips were sealed. He moved around the tidied room quickly, falling back into his comfy bed and staring up at the ceiling. His bright green eyes were unblinking as his mind raced. Before long, he had a tent in his basketball shorts. It wasn't as profound or as hard as it had been during his battle with Todoroki but it was something he needed to take care of despite. It wouldn't go away otherwise, not that he enjoyed waiting a few hours for the last one to go away in the infirmary.
Midoriya closed his eyes as his calloused right hand trailed down his lean stomach slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing the waistband of his shorts. He felt the thin trail of hair disappearing down his bottoms and huffed irritably, creasing his brows. The teen was waiting a little impatiently for himself to create a well-thought out, sexual scenario. What came to mind wasn't anything he expected but it'd be inexplicable to any sane person. What he saw was red and white hair, flattened and sticking to the sweaty forehead of none other that Shouto Todoroki. That wasn't the weirdest to come. He was in no ordinary situation. Actually, Midoriya was sure this was far beyond just 'weird'. Izuku wasn't sure where this was all coming from all of the sudden, it went a little deep in kinks. 'How could this not be justified?', he questions himself internally, he was a very curious teenage boy with a room and a computer of his very own. Midoriya let out a sigh, pushing his hand down with slightly more force. The elastic waistband slid over his fingers, then his entire hand while Midoriya went lower. He was touching his semi-hard member. It wasn't completely hard yet but would be if he continued on with this outrageous idea. What he saw was himself, his lips were forced apart and shaped into the letter 'O'. They were stretched over a red-ball gag between his straight, white teeth.
Oddly enough, he didn't open his eyes and clear his head. Midoriya let it continue, positive that if he really thought terribly of this, he'd have opened his eyes. He gripped his swollen member, squeezing gently around himself. He was sure he was gonna beat himself up over this soon afterwards or in the near future. Much to both his convenience and dismay, a simple ball gag wasn't enough to save him from his flushed member erecting.
Midoriya's door was shut and locked out of habit after too many incidents as a preteen occurring. He sucked in a sharp breath when he finally started stroking himself gently. Izuku groaned just barely loud enough for himself to hear. Was he really capable of making such a lewd, helpless sound? He was much farther from helpless than he'd ever been but at this very moment, his body felt boneless, he couldn't and didn't want to stop. He used his free hand to touch his neck, scratching ever so gently down from his chin to his collarbone. He imagined Todoroki's perfect teeth grazing his sensitive skin. That's right, Shouto Todoroki, second place champion for the Annual Sports festival, son of number two hero; Endeavor and the very person who beat him in the competition. Todoroki was on top of him, between his weak knees. Turquoise and Silver eyes glared down at him in a less romantic and more threatening way. Anger, dominance, possessiveness were the emotions Midoriya got the impression of when staring into Todoroki's eyes. He himself wasn't sure how this fantasy managed to be so graphic and vivid. Izuku didn't know himself that he had such an unknown interest in things like this.
His hips twitched as he quickened the jerk of his wrist. He felt handcuffs, switches, ropes, and scanty outfits. They were the type of clothes he'd never imagine having. His breathing was a little heavier, quick and slightly raggedly. Midoriya's free hand gripped his sensitive neck, not enough to choke himself of course but with his hand he felt the burn of Todoroki's fire. The heat intensified every second before he felt as though his neck was scorching hot. At that very minute, his hips bucked upwards, his toes curled and he let out a low growl that died into a submissive whimper. It was all quiet nonetheless. Midoriya opened his eyes, feeling salty tears well up in them and blurring his vision. He pulled his hand from his shorts, attempting to calm down during the aftermath of his slightly dramatic orgasm. "I… I…" He had no words, absolutely nothing to say as he shamefully reached for the tissues on the surface of his desk, It was conveniently placed by the edge, just barely in fingertip reach. Midoriya quickly cleaned himself up and shivered slightly. He wasn't going to let this go. He couldn't, he needed answers about whatever this could be or mean. It was blatantly obvious though the completely 'Heterosexual' male couldn't accept such a simple answer. There were thousands of things this could mean or lead to. He bit his lip, pacing around his room and muttering to himself, voicing his thoughts aloud without having ever noticed. Not that he ever did. His eyes were wide and twitchy, his hand pushed up against his chin his heavy thought. "Maybe... " Maybe he should google this. Midoriya was sure there was a logical explanation for what he'd just willingly experienced.
There wasn't. Of course you can't just type 'What does it mean if I masturbate to my male competitor if I'm male?' or 'Why was I gagged in my fantasy?' He got a lot of results for 'The nearest church?'. Midoriya groaned, leaning back into his computer chair and blinking. He'd deal with this later, he didn't need it clouding his mind on his day off when he could be spending time with his mom. He wiped his wet, burning eyes and stood. He'd wash his very filthy hands and head out into the living room where he guessed his mom would be. She'd probably disown him if she knew what he just did. What he touched himself to and frankly, he deserved any looks he got. He felt as though people would actually know what had occurred moments before. Whatever. He was hungry too anyway. So he washed his hands in the restroom and walked into the living room. Sure, it wasn't the biggest but it was comfy and spacious enough for five people to be comfortable. Midoriya had many more thoughts running through his head than usual. He took a seat on the couch next to his mother and smiled gently when she greeted him. His mother was the kindest person he knew and he knew nothing of his father. He never questioned it for long.
"Are we still going shopping today? For white rice?" Midoriya asked his mother, attempting to get his mind off of his day so far. He was actually quite hungry and wouldn't mind helping out in making some sushi. It'd be lots of fun, he was sure.
Midoriya bit into a sushi roll dipped in wasabi. He favored spicy/hot foods over most, right behind sweets but who didn't like sweets? He hummed in satisfaction, now THIS was something to be proud of. Midoriya ate happily, thanking his lovely mother despite helping with fifty percent of this. He smiled, rice stuck his face after the meal had been shared.
After a short, two-day break from class masturbating to things Midoriya didn't think would actually feel good, he felt stress free and relieved. He was sure if he tried any of the things he'd actually dreamed of he'd cry like a big baby. Come to think of it, perhaps looking more into the kinks themselves rather than ignore them might surface many more answers. He, of course, couldn't do it in class where anyone could peek over his shoulder. Tooru talked quite a bit and half the time he forgot she was in his class, much more; existed. Midoriya bit his bottom lip out of habit, his eyes flickering across a few desks to the side of Todoroki's head. He saw only his red side, he sat the right of Midoriya, two seats up. He wasn't quite sure what he expected to happen when he looked over to him, maybe he'd be met with those same eyes in his mind. The ones that burned through him like dry ice. The ones that were filled with disappointment and mischief. The only pair of eyes he could muster up in his wet fantasies. He wanted to see those eyes staring back but got nothing. Midoriya should probably pay attention to what was going on with Aizawa. He was teaching something or another and Midoriya could afford to miss absolutely nothing.
How absolutely embarrassing would it be if someone peeked over the shoulder of an impatient teenage boy on his phone? Midoriya was on the train home for the day, scrolling through his phone and reading tiny articles and tumblr posts that came up for the gag fiasco. He pushed his bottom lip up in irritation, nearly frowning. He gripped the metal pole he was leaning up against as the train slowed to a stop. He was to get off the next one and walk home.
Maybe when his mind was clear and relaxed, he'd look more into the issue but for now, there was no problem just letting it happen again.