This is better, I like this better, do you?
Kisses.
He felt kisses trailing up the back of his naked shoulder. The bathwater was lukewarm but once he so much as wrapped his arms around himself, it heated up. Todoroki could read him like a book by now, after so many months of examining and observing him from afar. His knowledge on Midoriya only sharpened now that they were closer, now that he could stare at him openly and mentally record how he reacted to things.
Midoriya pushed his hands back under the hot water, moving them around wordlessly and watching how the suds floated out of his way. When he focused, he could see the small tint of blue in the suds. Rain scented. Or something like that.
"You're quiet." Shouto whispered in his ear from behind, making Midoriya shudder, a shiver running up his spine before he relaxed and leaned back, resting on his boyfriend's chest. "Are you okay?" It was a simple question, Midoriya was fine actually. He just felt kind of weird, that's all. He'd get over it for sure. He bent his legs, his knees peeking up from the water, suds sliding down his skin slowly. Izuku nodded, his head tilting back onto Todoroki's shoulder.
"I'm fine." He whispered. It was a few hours after, after they'd had a nap together and for some reason, he could still feel it, the shape, the texture, the heat, everything. "We should go on a date." He changed the subject and decided then and there to just not think about it, whatever it was. He wasn't sure why he was 'stressing' over something like this. It was just sex.
"You want to go out? Publicly?" Todoroki sat still, his arms wrapped around Midoriya's waist from behind. "I'd like that actually. Is there anywhere specific you'd like to go?" There was a modest amount of restaraunts in town, some Midoriya visited weekly and others he's never even seen the inside of. He didn't know if fast food would be preferred over something high class and expensive. Maybe Todoroki had an idea?
"Don't know." Did it have to involve food? Surely not. They didn't even have to go out. "Let's stay in and watch something. We can order… food." He spoke quietly, shutting his eyes and sighing gently. "We can cuddle on the couch and feed each other ice cream without other people bothering us." What a dream, a great dream, a great idea both of them seemed to like. So it was settled.
"I'd like that. My house or yours?" Midoriya had lots of movies, classics, comedies, horrors (For the sake of Bakugou when he had nothing better to do than laugh at Midoriya every time he shrieked at the screen.), thrillers and more. It wasn't the biggest movie collection but it was impressive indeed. He didn't know if Todoroki had movies at his house, didn't seem to have a DVD or VHS player either. He had good food though for sure.
"I don't know." He thought about if for a seconds. "What about your car?"
"My car?"
"Yeah, your automobile. Your vehicle, vroom vroom." He made lazy hand gestures as if he was turning the steering wheel and Todoroki couldn't help but smile at his silliness. "We can get our pajamas, some blankets… we can use my phone or your laptop and go get snacks and food and drive somewhere."
It wasn't a bad idea, a seemingly cozy one actually, Todoroki went along with it endearingly. "Drive where?" Where should they go? Were they driving away from something? To something? Would nowhere suffice or did Midoriya want to be in the middle of the city?
"To that one place, the one you drove me to that night. After we saw that movie, when you offered to start all of this… It feels kind of special, in a way. Even if we didn't officially become a couple there, I like it." Midoriya kept his eyes shut, speaking as though he was half asleep and turning his head. His cheek pressed up against Todoroki's collarbone and his green hair brushed against his chin. "Let's go there."
Todoroki pushed his face down into Midoriya's wet hair, nuzzling it gently. That sounded amazing and all of the sudden, it was the only thing Todoroki wanted to do right now. There was nothing else he wanted more than that. He nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. His stomach felt like it was about to explode with moths and butterflies, his chest felt light and cleared. The sky was blue, the grass was green, if he had any- his crops would be flourishing. "I'd love to." and even if he couldn't see Midoriya's face, he could sense a smile playing at his lips, his soft, plump and pink lips.
Perfect.
Midoriya groaned lazily, Sunday was just as lazy as Saturday but neither had a problem with it. "You're the best." Izuku murmured with his eyes closed as Todoroki happily massaged his back with stress-relieving lotion and light heat. Midoriya wasn't sure if he could be considered stressed, he didn't really have anything to be stressed out about. School was great, friends were cool, amazing boyfriend, supportive family.
Uraraka. He wondered why everyone was so nice to him. He wondered if she had something to do with it.
Maybe when they're back to talking, he'd ask. He pursed his lips, his brows were furrowed for a few seconds before he moaned, pushing his face into his pillow. "Right there! Oh yeah…! Just-like that!'' His voice got higher as he spoke once Todoroki pushed his fist down against a knot in his back and kneaded the skin, relaxing it. Midoriya sighed heavily once the tension was released. "Thank you, thank you." He whispered, sitting up and crossing his legs. He was wearing regular pajama pants and green socks. "Hmmmmm! Your bed is so comfy." He gushed with his eyes closed before turning to peek at Shouto who sat with a blush, his hands down on his knees.
"Thanks…" He whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck gently, nervously. "I actually wanted to ask you something." Midoriya didn't know why Todoroki was acting so high-strung, chances are, he was going to agree with whatever Todoroki had to say. He nodded. "Summer is coming quickly, and we'll be going on that U.A. vacation-to the beach a week after, so… I was gonna ask if you'd go to the Summer festival with me." That wasn't so hard, was it?
Midoriya brightened up, a smile stretching across his lips. "I'd love to, Todoroki-kun."
"I'm not done." His voice was quiet and tentative, making Midoriya's eyes narrow slightly and his lips purse, well okay. He gestured for him to continue with his question. "If you're coming, I'd like you to wear…" Shouto stood from the bed, smiling softly as he opened his closet door and pulled a hanger down. On the hanger was a long, sea green and baby blue kimono. It was silky and shiny, there were white rose designs near the bottom and a wide, white ribbon loosened around the waist, Midoriya stared in awe. "This." He finished, holding it up for Izuku to examine.
"You want me to wear that?" He questioned, standing from the bed and stepping towards the beautiful kimono. It reminded him of the one his mother had buried deep in her closet. "Did you buy it? Just for me?" It made him simper, he ran his fingers down along the smooth cloth before looking up at Todoroki who looked much more relaxed than before.
"Yeah. I couldn't stop myself, I really wanted to see you in it, if you don't mind." He didn't. "I have other stuff too, but you'll see it when we cross that bridge. I wanted you to meet my mother, she'll be there too." She was in a hospital but Fuyumi was checking her out for the first night of the festival, only two of her children would be there. Her eldest and youngest. "She's been dying to meet you." He never stops talking about Midoriya to her.
"Your m-mother?" He stuttered, unsure if he was ready to face someone like that. He had to wonder what type of person she was, she burned Todoroki's eye and left permanent damage but Todoroki still loves her, he could tell. "I don't know… is she nice?" It was only fair, right? Since Todoroki was well acquainted with his own mother, Inko, who welcomed him with the warmest hugs.
"Why wouldn't she be?" He was itching to ask about his eye but he kept his lips sealed and shrugged. "I've met your mother, in fact, I consider her a great friend of mine." Yeah, Midoriya knew that much. They had a few things in common, like being able to cook delicious food and their love for laughing at embarrassing baby pictures of Izuku in the bath tub.
Midoriya pursed his lips. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I'd love to meet her too." He'd like to see where Shouto got his other half from, his softer, kinder half that was ironically his cold side. "Is there anything I should know before I do?" He'd prefer to wear something more… masculine. He was still a man! Nothing would change that, nothing should change that.
Todoroki stood still for a moment, thinking it over before shrugging lightly. "No, I don't quite think so." She wasn't the type of person to be easily triggered and if a conversation topic made her uncomfortable, she'd kindly exclude herself from it. Not that she talked too much anyway, she was modest and humble. "Don't fret too much, once you meet her, you'll know what I mean. She's…" He wasn't quite sure how to describe her but talk of Shouto's mother didn't interest him enough to sustain it, so he butted in.
"What are you wearing to the festival? Another kimono?" If they matched, he'd surely die but unfortunately, they wouldn't be. Todoroki shook his head.
"You'll see." He whispered, hanging the kimono back up in his closet before shutting it and turning back to face Izuku. "Am I taking you home tonight or are you staying?" As much as he'd like to spend another night with Todoroki, he probably shouldn't. His uniform and school supplies were at his own house and he didn't want to overdo it with his mother. Speaking of, he wondered what she was up to right now and if she was even home. If Midoriya recalls correctly, she should be having lunch with All M- Toshinori.
"Let's go get lunch together, I'm hungry." Midoriya replied, his bottom lip popping out like it always did when he was feeling sheepish. "We should go to… to…" Izuku wasn't sure what he was in the mood for, something yummy, surely. "Let's go to- hmmm…"
"I'll cook." Todoroki offered, taking Midoriya's hands in his own and looking into his confused eyes. "What do you want to eat?" He didn't have everything in his home, nobody did but when Midoriya said he didn't know what he wanted, Todoroki decided to make everything he could think to make. He raided the kitchen while Midoriya kicked his legs back and forth at the table, waiting patiently. He hoped this didn't turn out like it did last time and he didn't mean the sex, he meant the chocolate cake and the huge belly ache he had just hours later. The food was delicious though.
Rice balls, baked fish, octopus, beef stew (Iida's favorite), and sandwiches (made with love as Todoroki had said)! Midoriya wasn't allowed to touch any of it, not even have a nibble until Todoroki was finished with all of it and it took him less than an hour to have it all laid out on the table. Midoriya was starving! "Did you know…" Todoroki started. "That no matter how much you eat, after fifteen minutes, you'll feel full." No wonder he wouldn't let Izuku have a bite, his mouth watered. He shook his head- he didn't know that. Intriguing.
Izuku felt like clapping his hands when Todoroki finally hung his milky pink apron up-it said 'The cutest cook around'- and sat next to Midoriya. He assumed he was allowed to eat but when he reached for utensils, his hand was slapped with the pair of chopsticks Todoroki had in his hand. "I'll feed you." Was all he whispered. Midoriya was completely capable of feeding himself but he leaned forward and allowed it, it was nice being pampered here and there. He watched with wide, excited eyes as Todoroki lifted a roasted octopus tentacle to his lips. He opened his mouth and closed his lips over it. The spices slapped him in the face, he chewed slowly, savoring the taste as much as he could before Todoroki as nudging his lips with something else, fish, it was delicious. Izuku hummed happily and swallowed before opening his mouth for the next bite.
This continued for a good ten minutes, Izuku was about halfway through the dishes laid out for him and though he was starting to get full, he knew he could eat more. He wanted none of it to go to waste, Todoroki made it all just for him and for some reason, that alone made him want to eat it all no matter how full he was feeling.
The beefs were tender. It was like having a thousand mouth orgasms, even if he had a small food baby (Or was he just getting fat?), he couldn't get enough, he couldn't stop eating. Todoroki had his chin resting in the palm of his free hand, the other repeatedly feeding Midoriya. His eyes were droopy, he was dreamily, a small smile on his face and a blush over his nose. He absolutely adored watching Midoriya eat, especially when it was his own cooking, especially when it was this much of it all at once. Shouto himself hadn't taken a single bite this entire time, it was impressive how much Midoriya could eat if he really put his mind to it. Midoriya burped quietly, covering his mouth and looking away, successfully making Shouto thank the Gods for this blessing. "I don't… I don't think I can eat much more." He groaned, looking down at his filled belly. He went from thick to chubby in a matter of weeks, he was well on his way to obese, but he wouldn't let that happen. Of course not.
"There's pie in the oven, I was planning to put ice cream on top of it, mint chocolate chip. Your favorite, right?" Todoroki knew it was his favorite and he watched Midoriya whine. He wouldn't make him finish the seven course meal he made, he could save it for later and oh, he didn't know. Maybe he'd bring it to class and let everyone try it. Not the sweets though, those were for Midoriya and how sweet everyone thought he was. "Wait here." He whispered, standing and packing the food away in clean containers before storing them in the fridge. Just then, as if on cue, the oven beeped, the pie was finished! It was an apple pie, made with apples Todoroki had picked fresh from the apple tree in his backyard… nah, he got them from the store.
"It smells so good!" Midoriya cried, blaming the scent of other foods for masking the saccharine smell in the air. Midoriya was practically bouncing in his seat, salivating at the aroma, the way the ice cream was starting to melt and drip off and around the… large slice of pie Todoroki cut out for him. He couldn't eat this with chopsticks, fork? No, he'd use a spoon. He picked up the spoon that was resting on his napkin and pushed it down at the end of the slice, pulling baked crust, apple and melting ice scream up on in. He could smell the cinnamon in it and when he pushed the utensil into his mouth, it bursted with flavor. His cheeks heated up, his eyes began to close, oh goodness. It tasted heavenly. Todoroki stood behind him, his hands running through Midoriya's hair while he ate like the little piggy he was, he was Todoroki's little piggy.
"Do you like it?" It was a pointless question, he already knew the answer just by the expressions and noises he was making. Midoriya answered in a furious nod anyway, taking another bite and humming loudly about how delicious it tasted. He had to wonder, where did Todoroki learn to cook? How did he get so good at it? Why doesn't everyone know? Does he keep it to himself? He shouldn't, he definitely shouldn't. Todoroki had a talent, Midoriya wanted to boast about it to everyone, how undeniably amazing Todoroki was.
Izuku couldn't eat another bite, no way. He had finished his pie and was ready to sleep, he wanted to curl up and sleep for ten hours straight and maybe if he started now, he'd be able to. "Carry me." He did a raspberry with his tongue and lips when Todoroki, somehow, lifted him. "Thank you." His words dragged for a few extra seconds before he rested his head on Todoroki's shoulder, his hands clasped around his neck, his knees were bent over Todoroki's arm, his other one supporting Izuku from the back.
"You're soft, like a pillow." Todoroki's blunt statement made Midoriya smile. He muttered a thank you. Wow, Shouto was so nice, it wasn't a surprise or anything of course. It was nothing new but right now, Midoriya was acknowledging it, thinking all about the redeeming qualities Todoroki possessed. Maybe then, he could use them to cancel out the way he'd felt yesterday. He knew it was his fault, he'd practically been asking for it, just laying there like that. Naked, quiet, tired, drowsy, intoxicated, cute. He pushed his face harder against Todoroki's collarbone, closing his eyes and waiting to be dropped or set down on his boyfriend's comfortable bed.
"Are you ready to go home?" Shouto questioned, rubbing Midoriya's shoulder to open his eyes and ensure he had his attention. "I'll drive you home." He finalized before Midoriya could even respond but then again, he'd already made that decision before they had lunch so he didn't pipe up about anything. He stood to put his shoes on and gather his belongings, then they were off in Todoroki's vehicle. It really was comfortable in there. He could almost fall asleep, but he wouldn't.
The next few days were slow, they dragged on torturously. Midoriya had yet to speak a word to Uraraka who seemed to ignore his presence entirely. Sure, he'd like to talk to her but it was never a priority, not anymore. School was coming to an end, he'd have to meet Todoroki's mother dressed in a kimono at a public event, then he'd have to worry about the summer trip U.A. was taking them on. There'd be mild training, but for the most part, they'd be able to relax and spend valuable time with one another. He already spent nearly every waking moment with Todoroki and he had no problem with that whatsoever.
When Friday rolled around, Midoriya had put his foot down. He pointed a finger at Todoroki, the tip was just inches away from his nose and for a split second, Shouto crossed his eyes- almost breaking Midoriya's stern expression. "You're trying to fatten me up, aren't you?" He accused, it was a crazy claim to make, a weird accusation and though Todoroki hadn't been planning to make Midoriya fat, he'd always wanted to feed Midoriya graciously, maybe plump him up here and there but he never intended to make Midoriya fat. He shook his softly, then he nodded… then he shook his head again. "Explain!"
"I just like… feeding you. That's all. I may or may not have gotten out of hand with that recently, it's just- you're so cute when you eat." Shouto admitted, taking a step forward with his arms outstretched. "And you're so soft now and cuddly and you eat in a unique way. Haven't you noticed? You never chew right away, and when you start chewing you stop after a few seconds and just break it down with your tongue and you always relax and your eyes droop and if it's sour, your little lips just pucker up and you flinch-"
"Stop." Izuku whispered, unsure of how much longer he could keep himself from smiling and blushing and collapsing on the floor. He could almost feel the steam emitting from his ears, it was like he could see it. "That's… embarrassing, you're embarrassing me."
"And halfway through, you get so sleepy and sometimes you can't even keep your head up- much less feed yourself so I have to and you get so lazy, and your lips barely even open so they stick to the chopsticks or the fork. You're always humming too, when it tastes really good, your voice gets really high-"
"Todorokiiiiii." Midoriya whined, already feeling his knees buckling under him, his lips weren't straight anymore- they were upturned and if Todoroki looked closer, he could see a dimple on his left cheek, oh fuck. "I get it!" His entire face was crimson as he stood there shakily, he was far less flustered when they were having sex and Todoroki wondered why.
"No you don't, like when you chew with your mouth open or when you drop something in your lap and you pick it up and eat it anyway, it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen in all my seventeen years on this Earth-"
Midoriya collapsed, falling face first on his bed and pulling the covers over him, rolling up in them to where only his socked feet and green hair were seen from both ends. "You're trying to k-kill me now..!" Next week would be the last week of school and though Midoriya was disappointed about not having to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the toughest school to get into, he anticipated the days he'd spend with friends, the hours he'd have with Todoroki, the trip to the beach at a private resort, and the training. He needed to get back into shape, no matter how much Todoroki didn't want that, no matter how much he was going to miss his soft, pudginess. Being a hero didn't mean being lazy, and though Fatgum is an absolutely amazing pro-hero, Midoriya's limbs would blow right off! He shouldn't throw away all that hard work he and All Might exhausted themselves over.
"No I'm not." Todoroki whispered, wrapping his arms around the middle of the large blanket roll-up and lifting Midoriya up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Do you want to cuddle?" Midoriya thought for a second, blinking a few times. He could train. He could start training before they left to the resort. He could begin a summer of hard work a couple weeks early and drop some weight. Izuku nodded with a small hum and Shouto patted his back with his free hand and started out of Midoriya's room and into the living room. He gently dropped him on the couch horizontally before crawling over and laying on top of him, their cheeks were pushed together as Todoroki lifted the remote and turned the TV on.
The cuddling didn't last long which could only be blamed by Midoriya who mistook something in Shouto's pocket for his erection. "You're poking me, did you want to..?" He trailed off, craning his neck to look up to Todoroki, his lips accidentally touching his cheek. Todoroki's eyes trailed down to Izuku's.
"Are you wanting to?"
"That's what I'm asking you."
"Why?" Todoroki wasn't quite sure what was going on.
"Why am I asking?" Midoriya's brows creased. "Aren't you hard?"
"I can… I can get hard if that's what you want." Which meant no, he wasn't hard, not yet. Midoriya blushed, still confused as to what on Earth could Todoroki have in his pocket that he'd mistake for a penis.
"What's poking me then? I feel it on my thigh, here, see?" He moved his arms around in the blanket, snaking them down between their bodies and grasping whatever it was despite the blanket and Todoroki's pants between. "What is that?"
"Oh, that's my banana." Todoroki whispered and Midoriya assumed he was using slang for penis.
"So you are… hard?" He questioned, his cheeks heating up in confusion but he opened his mouth in realization when Todoroki actually held a banana up for him to see, pulled straight from his pocket. "Why? Why do you have a banana?" Where did he get that? Why is it in his pocket?
"I got it from lunch. It was the last one. I felt that I needed to get it, because it was the last one." Todoroki didn't even like bananas, but because of that banana, Midoriya wanted to have sex now. Problematic.
"You can't just get hard if you wanted to." It came unexpectedly or when you saw, heard, felt or even smelled something sexy. Maybe even tasted, but nothing sexy was really going on yet. "Th-that's not how it works…"
"I guess you're right. So what do we do?" Todoroki asked as if this was some dilemma. It couldn't be too hard to get Shouto hard, Midoriya did all the time when he was eating or playing with his feet or wearing something adorable or revealing which was extremely rare but he was doing none of those things. "It's usually there before we talk about doing it, are you hungry?"
"No, not really." Izuku whispered, resting his head back on the couch pillow and thinking quietly to himself. "Try thinking dirty things or something." Izuku urged, too lazy to do anything but let Shouto do all the work.
Damn, he got so fucking lazy.
"Are you aroused?" Todoroki asked, completely discarding Midoriya's idea before he even tried. "It doesn't really feel like you are." He was right, he wasn't that hard either.
"Oh...gosh. Can we just wait and take a nap or something? It's there when I wake up sometimes." Midoriya suggested, shutting his eyes. "Call me something mean or whatever. Like… a cretin." Midoriya smiled, watching Todoroki stare down at him with confusion and amusement.
"I don't like calling you mean names. I was pressured last time. If you don't mind me asking- why is that something you like?" It was new, it was weird and came out of the blue completely. It wasn't something Midoriya talked to him about and he blamed it on the alcohol.
"I don't mind if it's you asking me. If I'm honest… I don't know. I like it when you call me nice things, like baby, or Zuku, or honey bunny, so I think it's like that. Like the bad names have the same effect. I-I know I'm not an idiot, but it's the same when I call myself a bad boy or a naughty…. A naughty b-boy." He blushed, pulling his hands up and over his face.
"I don't recall you ever calling yourself that." Todoroki kind of liked it but he was just as distressed when it came down to dirty talk like that.
"I know, I know. I just say it in my head, I can barely say it allowed, only in the heat of the moment, like that time I called you 'daddy', of all things to think of. I couldn't even think when we were doing that, it just came out and to be frank, it wasn't that weird for me because I don't know my dad, I don't know if you could consider me someone with daddy issues or if that's even weirder, I don't even know if you're comfortable with that, have you ever called Enji daddy? It seems weird to me but it's a completely normal thing, I just can't imagine my boyfriend calling his father who I actually know 'daddy' after I called you that during one of our very intimate moments-" Todoroki pressed his hand down over Midoriya's mouth, his eyes just inches away from his.
"I don't call my father 'Daddy', and I never have." He wasn't sure if he ever would especially after the way Midoriya used it on him. "I have father issues as well. It's okay. Calm down, first of all." He moved his hand, it trailed down to his hot cheek. "Your muttering is very cute but sometimes it becomes overwhelming and I'm afraid you'll short-circuit like Kaminari." Midoriya, avoided eye contact at all costs.
"S-sorry, I got nervous again."
"You're always nervous. It's not a big deal, if you want to call me dad, then-"
"Daddy." Midoriya corrected. "Dad is weird too. I wouldn't call you 'papa' or anything. That reminds me of papa bear, from that children's story." They both shared a laugh before the went silent, staring down at each other. A few moments passed before Izuku spoke up. "Kiss me-" Before he could finish his demand, which wouldn't have been much longer than that, he felt Todoroki's dominating lips on his. He'd wondered what it'd be like if he were the dominant one, he could always try but when he did, he always lost.
Why hadn't they thought of this before? Maybe they did, but talking to each other first just seemed much more interesting. Midoriya loved sharing smiles, laughs and his thoughts with Todoroki, it was his favorite part of their flowering relationship which stemmed from mindless sex. The sex, Midoriya thought he should note, was getting better. Not because of the ropes, the burns, the pain, there was something else. There was something there now. Their nights were filled with more passion than either could recall experiencing before. Midoriya closed his eyes, beginning to feel the force behind the kiss and rutting up against the body on top of his own, feeling how hard they both got, that was fast. They'd barely touched one another, Midoriya had barely been touched and he was already out of breath. The wind had been knocked out of him.
Todoroki wanted to burn the blanket, to light it aflame and get it out of his damn way but Midoriya would most likely have a heart attack, then cardiac arrest because this was his favorite blanket. It matched the sheets they left on his bed, All Might's face was in the middle of a backdrop full of tiny fists and 'Plus Ultra's. He shouldn't be humping a blanket with All might's, AKA Midoriya's mother's new boyfriend's face. It was weird. He sat up, a string of thick spit connecting them and they breaking when he was standing, the excess dropping and landing on Midoriya's chin and neck. He laid there, his left arm slung over the armrest behind him and his right was rested on his chest and he caught his breath slowly. "Where're you goin'? Midoriya questioned as Todoroki stood over him. He rolled onto his side, his hands coming up together under his head.
"Nowhere." Todoroki promised, gripping the blankets and pulling them, unraveling them from around Izuku's relaxed body. He covered his mouth, laughing gently as he was forced to roll over a couple times. "Did you want to do something special?" By special, he meant something that wasn't vanilla. Shouto couldn't care less, well, let's rephrase. He didn't mind as long as they were together. He's recently come to terms with the fact that they were both very dependent on each other. It was rare for them to sleep alone, without the other right next to them and if that's the way it had to be, then they'd wish the other was there.
"I didn't really… have anything planned. Do you?" He sat up, crossing his legs and sitting still, waiting patiently to hear whatever was brewing inside Todoroki's head. There were lots of things they could try that they haven't yet, but going as far as to leave to get the materials at a time like this would most likely kill the mood and their boners despite how easy it was to obtain them. Todoroki shook his head lightly, which was a lie. He could easily come up with something, and he did, but he'd save it for later, when he was better prepared. There was one thing he wanted to try, he wouldn't have to be the one causing Midoriya direct pain. "We can just have sex." He laid back down, opening his arms.
"Right here?" Todoroki wasn't sure if Inko was home or not, he hasn't seen her, but she could easily be hiding away in her room doing something mothers do like knit or something. Izuku nodded simply, smiling softly when Todoroki dropped the blanket to the floor and laid himself down on top, the weight of him made Midoriya sigh contently. He reached up, running his fingers through Todoroki's red and white hair, mixing the two colors up by disheveling it. He got so into it, he started using both hands. Midoriya was far too amused with watching as silky locks of hair jumbled together. When he was finally done and satisfied, his hair was sticking up every which way, the sight alone succeeded in making Midoriya dig around his clothes for his phone but before he could even open the camera, Todoroki plucked it from his fingers. He'd been nonchalant and still during, allowing Midoriya to feel up his hair just because he liked the feel of his fingers against his scalp and totally not because it'd make Midoriya happy to know he was one of the very few who could touch Todoroki's hair without getting frozen on the spot. "No pictures."
"How many pictures of me do you have? That's not fair at all." He made a move for his phone, taking it back with ease but only because Shouto let him, and he let him take a picture or two of his expressionless face and messy hair. He even smiled, just a bit, his eyes twinkling when Midoriya retaliated with a much livelier smile. Todoroki ducked his head, pulling Midoriya's shirt up and pressing his lips against the exceptionally, extremely soft flesh of his belly. He blew cold air down against, making a loud fart noise. Midoriya thrust his hips up, a loud laugh erupting from his mouth, then he started wiggling as Shouto continued blowing. His yells and cackles continued until he rolled onto his side, pushing Todoroki's head away with his hands, his hands under his chin to get him away. "St-OOP!" He cried, wiping tears away from his face which was completely red as he gathered his thoughts and himself but the smile never left and that's what's most important to Shouto.
"Oh, was I tickling you?" Todoroki questioned, pretending as though he didn't notice the dramatic laughter and body spasms. "I didn't know." Midoriya stopped just to look down at him, watching with narrowed eyes as Todoroki slowly moved his face down, planning to do it again but Izuku wasn't stupid. His hand darted between those luscious lips and his rotund belly.
"You're trying to kill me, again." Was all Midoriya had to say before he felt familiar hands unbuttoning his school uniform pants. He even raised his hips to allow Todoroki to pull them off and toss them away. When he did, he watched Todoroki silently push his lips down against the bulge in his boxers, he felt spit immediately soak through, causing Midoriya to quiver. He was positive he was about to get a blowjob, he was sure when he felt teeth grazing along the sensitive skin, when he felt lips moving around the head through the fabric, when Todoroki pulled the hem of his boxers down over his member. Midoriya closed his eyes, relaxing there, his breath picking up when Shouto's tongue ran up along his shaft to the tip. He pulled his boxers off completely and tossed them away, elsewhere, before pushing his hands up under Midoriya's knees. He applied enough force, sitting up and staring down into Midoriya's now open eyes which shot open. His brows were creased, there was much confusion. He never thought himself to be flexible but his knees were on both sides of his head again. "What-what are you d-doing?" He questioned, his heart palpitating.
"Relax." Shouto whispered and before long, a shiny, thick ball of spit was dangling from his lips. Midoriya watched, still confused before the dots connected, before the lightbulb lit up, before the gears started turning but it was too late. He felt it. He felt hot, hot saliva on his… his…
"Ahh! W-wait!" He cried, closing his eyes, his face was beyond red, he could give Satan a run for his money, he shouldn't do something like… like that! It was weird, he's never done something like that, and to do it without warning! The nerve this guy had and Midoriya was ready to launch into an hour long speech about why this position shouldn't exist but his voice merely cracked and died down when he watched and felt as Todoroki dragging his tongue along his hole. "No… that- that's dirty, don't d-do that." He covered his eyes, his voice nothing but a quiet squeak which did nothing to slow Todoroki down.
His tongue circled the tight muscles. "I didn't know you shaved down here." Todoroki whispered, which sounded more like 'I difent know you shfaved down here' with his tongue out like that. Yes, he shaved down there, because it was hygienic. He didn't care for armpit hair, chest hair, pubic hair or even facial hair. He just didn't like the gravelly feel of it, didn't enjoy it when hair got caught onto something like clothes. He hated the feeling it getting ripped out and ultimately started shaving. If that made sense. Instead of explaining this, he let out a high pitched, drawled out whine, his face still covered.
Shouto's tongue was heated, prodding at him gently and applying pressure around his tender hole. Midoriya couldn't help but curl his toes and clench his fists at the feeling that felt much better than he'd anticipated. It wasn't at all like his fingers or his member, it was an entirely different experience. When Todoroki pushed his tongue down, actually entering him, Midoriya let out a small cry, huffing gently. Teeth bit around him delicately, his tongue wiggled and squirmed inside him, further stimulating him, drawing out more murmurs and mewls. "Y-you shouldn't be l-licking me down there." Was the first thing Todoroki heard when he actually realized Izuku was talking. "It's weird and dirty and that's n-not where your tongue should be, l-like that, inside of me, it doesn't b-belong there." He whispered, his hands coming down and snaking up his shirt to his nipples. Shouto watched, letting out a low groan when he watched Midoriya pinch and rub his pink nubs. He knew what he was doing even if his shirt was in the way.
They made brief eye contact, Midoriya's eyes were watery and misty. "You want to s-see?" He asked once and Shouto gave no answer, he didn't have to, Izuku was already lifting his shirt, averting his gaze and looking to his side, his lips shut tightly, he was shamefaced. His smaller hands kept moving, his fingers worked, he played with his chest- slowly at first but his movements became more and more greedy as time passed, as Todoroki pushed a finger or two down inside him, alongside his tongue.
When Todoroki pulled his face away, finally sparing Midoriya further embarrassment, his tongue dripped with saliva. He spit it out, using it as lubricant. He used one hand to keep Midoriya in place, he kept their eyes locked. They stared at each other, it was almost like a challenge, another duel for dominance. Midoriya's gaze wavered, his lips trembled when the fat head of Shouto's cock pushed down against Midoriya's sphincter. His brows twitched, his teeth clenched, he did his best to keep their eyes locked, he really did but the feeling and the sight of Todoroki's intimidating cock sinking into him was far too much. Halfway in, he broke, throwing his head back and groaning aloud, which was followed by shallow huffs and pants, this position put pressure on his ribs, on his lungs.
In this position, Todoroki could fit inside completely and directly pleasure Midoriya's prostate which he knew the exact location of. When he was all the way in, Midoriya let out a strangled moan, his small hands coming up to push against his chest weakly. His words were incoherent, Todoroki couldn't understand a thing through all that whining. Todoroki leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Midoriya's bent body, keeping the younger teen's thighs tucked against his chest and entwining his fingers together behind his neck. Midoriya looked up at him but couldn't hold his gaze. Their foreheads touched, Shouto kept them together as he slowly began to thrust down into him at a comfortable pace. Their breaths mixed together, Midoriya could detect the chill, why was he cold? Was he regulating his body temperature? That's cool.
As seconds passed them by, Todoroki fucked him faster and faster, Midoriya was breathing through his teeth, low moans making their way passed his fat lips before a choked sob racked through him. He always came first, especially when he was the first to get orally pleasure or played with in some way. "You're so cute." Todoroki whispered, his own face was pink, his messy hair tickled Midoriya's cheeks and forehead as he pushed on.
"Ahh! I'm so excited for Summer! The festival is going to be so much fun, then we're going to the beach! I haven't gone swimming in decades!" Mina cried, voicing her excitement to Yaoyorozu who nodded along politely. She was much more modest about her excitement. "You could totally make me a bathing suit! I'd love one made from you, you could probably sell them too!" Momo's heard that one before and has considered it but she was already rich as is, so rich, she had no idea what to do with all the money her family has.
"I don't know… You might not like the design that comes out, I could maybe try if you're specific about what you want. What size, the colors, the pieces." She relented, far too kind to turn Mina down after she 'asked' so nicely. She got a cheer in response before turning to Hagakure's floating clothes.
"Me too, me too!" The invisible, probably traitor piped up, almost startling Momo by grabbing onto her arm and tugging gently. "All the girls! You could make us all suits! Like a quirk exercise, like training!" She reasoned excitedly. "Tsu would love a green bathing suit, and Jirou-san! I wonder what her favorite color is."
They spoke in the middle of class, too loud for anyone to even think about ignoring them. Kirishima sat on Bakugou's desk, droning on about something or another that involved the beach and a bunch of rocks and sneaking out. "That's a terrible fucking idea." Was Kacchan's only response, which Kirishima laughed gently at, reaching forward to ruffle his already untidy hair. He wasn't surprised to see that his hand was still intact after that, but only because he'd done it many times before. Because they were boyfriends. Still in the closet boyfriends might he had, which sucked! He wondered why, why Todoroki and Midoriya didn't make out every chance they got, why they didn't flaunt their relationship, why they didn't make it known just how much they loved each other because if he was honest, that's what he wanted to do. What he would do if it weren't for the fact that Bakugou doesn't care enough about coming out. He hadn't managed to get another word out of him about coming out but deep down, somewhere in his stomach, he felt like Kacchan was planning something. He could almost taste it.
"Aren't you excited? To go to the beach and swim with the dolphins?"
"Dolphins don't swim near the shore and you must be fucking crazy if you think I'm going deep enough to find one." Bakugou hissed. "I don't like the fucking ocean. It looks nice, but people piss in there. People have taken dumps in the ocean. There are more dead bodies in the ocean than there are on land. I don't like splashing. I don't like getting wet unless I'm getting clean." He rambled, avoiding eye contact. If he did look, he'd see the smile on Kirishima's face that was only getting bigger and bigger every second.
"Bakugou." He cooed quietly. "You can't swim… can you?" Bakugou stood, getting ready to flip his desk over but Kirishima was faster, he gripped his hands, entwining their fingers and hardening them. "Calm down, bro."
"I can fucking swim you fucking… asshole. That's the dumbest conclusion you've ever come up with, the stupidest accusation I've ever heard, you fucking poser. Of course I can goddamn swim, I gave you five other reasons why I don't like the stupid ass ocean." He growled, popping Kirishima's hands with tiny explosions that did nothing to loosen his boyfriend's grip.
"Okay! You can swim, I get it." Kirishima's voice was still kind of cocky, knowing. "So we'll go swim together at the indoor pool, right?" Bakugou showed more anger. "Would you feel safer if we stuck to the bathtub?" He gave a small wink, watching Kacchan pull his hands away, pretending to be disgusted. He couldn't hide that blush though, Kirishima had an all seeing eye when it came down to Bakugou. "I love you." Kirishima whispered, but got no reply.
"You're sure you don't want to come to the festival with us?" Asui questioned, her hand itching to reach forward and grab Uraraka's reassuringly, oh god how she wanted to stay in and comfort her rather than go but her family had been planning to go for months.
"... I don't know. I might." She murmured, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm just not feeling too good, that's all."
"The food is sure to be delicious, the games will be fun too." Asui murmured, doing her best to convince Uraraka all the while being respectful. She didn't want to pressure at all, what kind of friend would do such a thing? Especially a friend who had the biggest crush on the friend who just got dumped, sorta. "You don't have to think about him anymore. We'll have fun on our own."
"It's not that, exactly." He reached forward, taking Asui's arm and guiding her to an empty corner or the room. "I just… I'm not mad at him, Asui." She whispered, staring down at Asui, in her big, green eyes. They reminded her of Deku's. So did her hair. "I need to apologize to him." She came out and said it, her whispers going unheard for the rest of the talkative classroom.
"I don't think I understand, Ochako-chan. Isn't he the one who cheated on you?" She leaned in, eager to hear about whatever it is Uraraka had to apologize. Uraraka was too kind to do something malicious, too sweet, too caring and considerate and beautiful and perfect, she was just… She was Uraraka, that's how Asui saw it.
"If I tell you something… if I tell you something, you won't hate me?" She questioned, and a nod was all she needed to continue. She leaned in slowly, her lips ghosting over Tsu's lips, causing a shiver to run down her back. Her cheeks turned pink, her fingers twitched and her knees felt weak. "I cheated on him too." She murmured, her voice cracking. "It was before I even suspected him, he stopped spending time with me, stopped answering my calls and texts." Ochako continued to talk and Asui continued to listen despite not wanting to hear another word about it. "I was lonely and scared. I thought it had something to do with me and I asked Iida and his brother… oh god, his brother, he was getting worse and worse as days passed and we were both so desperate to get it off our minds, our problems and I… we…-" She rested her forehead on Asui's shoulder, silent tears soaking through her uniform. "I wish I could say it was an accident, I wish I could tell you that it only happened once." She cried, her voice quieting down but still cracking and raising.
Asui looked down to her feet, unsure of what she could say to make this any better for either of them. "It's okay." Asui said softly, wrapping her arms around Ochako and hugging her gently. "I don't hate you, but we shouldn't talk about this here." Or at all. Asui was nowhere near crying like Uraraka was but her chest was heavy. "You should clean up, let's go to the bathroom."
"I need another uniform." Todoroki deadpanned. Midoriya waited in his car in the driveway, playing with the radio and turning it up.
"Another uniform?" Momo questioned, looking down at the one Todoroki was wearing. "What size do you need?" She didn't mind making one for him, she could understand if he was too shy to ask for another one in the office or if he just didn't want to go through the trouble.
"It's not for me, I need a girl's uniform, for my sister."
"You have a sister? Is she coming to school with us?" Momo asked, her leg and arm pixelating. She decided to make one about Tooru's or Asui's size, she was the tallest female in their class, it was more likely for Shouto's sister to be smaller.
"No, but she really likes the uniform and wants one of her own, if that makes sense." He lied. "I really appreciate it." His voice was monotone but the sentiment was still there, somewhere. "Thank you."
"Of course! Never be afraid to ask me for a favor." She folded the uniform and handed it to Todoroki who bowed respectfully and started to his car. Midoriya was scrolling around on his phone which was much closer to his face than it needed to be.
"What's that?" He asked, without looking away from his phone. He didn't bother turning and checking when he didn't get a reply.
"Okay, you can do this." Midoriya whispered to himself from behind the bathroom door. He was holding the green and blue kimono in his hands. He's only worn them as children and wasn't entirely sure how to put it on correctly. He was sure he wouldn't even be able to tie it from behind. He was afraid he'd wrinkle it up, or get it wet, or rip it, what if it didn't fit? Izuku should probably hurry, Todoroki would be here to pick him up soon, then they'd meet his mother and sister at the festival. It was Friday afternoon, the sun was close to setting, the weather was warm but not too much so, even if, he'd have his air conditioning boyfriend to cool him off. He blushed at the thought, he was about to meet his mother.
Todoroki's mother, the one who burned his eye. What other mother did he have? His own mother, he couldn't imagine her harming him in any way shape or form unless it came down to his dignity. She had no problem embarrassing him.
He shook his head. Midoriya would love to wear this, and he will. To do that, he needed to actually put it on. He managed to wiggle himself inside. It was snug around the wait but aside from that, it was a nice fit, comfortable too. The ribbon around the waist would have to be tied and when he tried, it looked...
Fucking horrible. Like a man with only three fingers on each hand tied it. "Let me help you." Midoriya screamed, jumping and whipping around, his hand fan pointed at the intruder before he sighed heavily.
"Mom! You scared me." He whispered with a sheepish blush. He exhaled slowly. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long, sweetie. I didn't see anything, but you were murmuring to yourself again and I thought I should check on you. Here, let me help." His short, plump mother stepped behind him, untying the ribbon slowly before tying it nice and neatly, not too tight and not too loose. "You've gained weight." She whispered. "You should get back in training, I remember how much the idea of being a hero made you happy. Such an energetic boy, you were." She reminisced. "You're getting far too old." Inko sounded kind of sad and Midoriya would be lying if he said he didn't understand why.
"Am I?"
"You are, indeed, and you still can't tie up your own clothes."
"Mom!"
"Sorry, sorry. I remember when I'd dress you up in these for every festival of the year. Kacchan would always match, red and orange. He'd go on and on about how much cooler his kimono was but in my eyes, you looked the most adorable. Oh how time flies, now it's like you're getting married." She whispered with a small smile, making eye contact with Midoriya in the mirror. She was done tying it and they stood there in silence before Inko started moving again. "Stay still." She said hurriedly, digging around her purse before pulling out her makeup bag and uncapping some red lipstick.
"Mom, no-" But she grabbed his chin with little force and he stayed still. He was never one to argue or deny his mother. How could he? He loved her too much, they had a unique relationship as most did with their mothers. Like how Kacchan and his mother called each other such mean names.
"I've always wondered what you'd look like with makeup. I've never put it on you. May I add some to your eyes?" She asked, her eyes twinkling, her smile soft. Midoriya stared at her for a few seconds, his heart melting. He suddenly wanted to hug his mother and never let go and live in her pocket forever but he knew he couldn't, not if he wanted to be a hero, not if he wanted to go to the festival. Midoriya couldn't say no, there was no way. He nodded gently and closed his eyes when she pulled a small brush from her purse. She didn't need makeup, she never wore much but even that was unneeded.
Time seemed to fly by, he couldn't stop saying no to the mother he hadn't been spending too much time with. He let her comb his crazy locks and curl them so it was a cuter version of his normal hair. He let her push flowers into his hair, flowers she got from Toshinori the night before. He let her fix up his kimono, so it looked nicer on him. "He's here." She whispered, Izuku had lost complete track of time and opened his eyes in alarm.
"I can't do this, I can't meet his mother!" He hissed, panicking on the spot. "Tell him I'm sick, make him leave!" He cried, pushing his mom out of the bathroom, because she was laughing. She was laughing! At a time like this? He slammed the door behind her and listened as she snickered and answered the door. When she did, she clapped her hands together, her mouth hanging open and her eyes sparkling.
"You look very, very handsome!" She chirped, watching him bow once with a small smile.
"Thank you." He was blushing when he stood straight again. He wouldn't force Midoriya to wear a kimono if he wasn't going to wear one himself. His was white and red, much like his hair. The left side was braided back, his white locks hanging over his right eye but the blue peeked through. "Is he ready?" He questioned, just as excited for the festival.
"Oh yes, he's a little shy right now. He's hiding in the bathroom, come with me." She stepped aside to let him through and when they were both standing in front of the restroom, she held her finger to her lips, signaling for Todoroki to be quiet. "Izuku?" Her voice was soft. "He left, are you ready to come out?" With that, she dashed to her room. Despite her short stature, she was fast as fuck and gone within the second. Todoroki waited patiently, listening as the door unlocked and Midoriya opened it, his eyes shut.
"Yeah, sorry." Izuku whispered, pursing his lips. "I panicked- Todoroki! Wh-w-what- What are you doing here?" He squeaked, getting ready to slam the door and hide forever but he didn't. Todoroki reached forward, taking his wrist.
"We're going to the festival, remember?" He reminded. "My mom's so excited." He informed, pulling him from the doorway of the restroom and closer to himself. "Do you not want to meet my mother?"
"N-no, I do, I really do, I just… What's she like? Tell me." He demanded quietly as he toed on his shoes. He hadn't noticed Todoroki's attire. He was rambling and muttering to himself, stumbling over his own feet, stuttering, blinking rapidly, still panicking.
"Midoriya." Todoroki stopped to face him, a smile of endearment on his face. "It's okay." He promised. "You're going to meet her, and you're going to wonder why you were so nervous in the first place. She doesn't bite." Midoriya kept his gaze, their eyes locked. Izuku's were still curious and unsure, but Todoroki could see the light reflecting off them, he adored the green in his eyes, how it popped thanks to the kimono. "Trust me, okay?"
"Okay, okay… let's go." He could do this, he really could. It was just Todoroki's mother. Todoroki's mother. The maker of Shouto. The human incubator… who held Todoroki for a number of months, then burned his eye, and caused permanent damage that has haunted his boyfriend for years to come.
He couldn't do this.
By the time they arrived, the sun was setting, it was almost gone and a deep orange colored the cloudless sky. "Is she here already? Am I meeting her right away? Can we eat first? I'm going to throw up, can't we go home and watch a movie? Will you carry me?" Midoriya asked his questioned continuously, waiting impatiently for the answer he never got because Todoroki settled on dragging him towards the festival. Midoriya held his hand fan over the lower half of his face, his fine eyes darting around nervously. "Do I look bad? I look like a woman, don't I?"
"You don't, but you look very feminine, and very…" What was the word? Delectable? Adorable? No, he looked mature. "Alluring. You look amazing." He swore, taking his hand and folding them together to hopefully calm him down and bring him the comfort he definitely needed right now. Maybe they should avoid food, at least until after the meeting started. He didn't need Midoriya to be throwing up all over himself and Todoroki's mother.
Midoriya blushed, hiding his entire face and almost tripping with every other step he took. "You don't mean that..." But he did, he definitely did.
"She and Fuyumi will meet us later, down by the Koi Fish pond. The one where you're allowed to feed them, have you been there?" Todoroki questioned, pulling the fan down and away from Midoriya's face and watching the blush spread across his nose and cheeks. They were his favorite animals, his favorite part of the festival. He used to like to think they were made just for him, and that's what his mother said. To match him and his hair colors, because they were similar. (He ignored that most were more orange than red, and that they had black spots too).
"No, I was afraid I'd fall in and they'd eat me." He admitted shamefully, feeling dizzy and woozy thanks to his nerves getting to him, like always. "I'm sorry, I just can't wrap my head around this… I'm meeting Todoroki-kun's mother… your mother…your mom, mama, mommy-" His stomach flipped over and he almost gagged. "It's hot!" He started sweating and fanned himself with his hand rapidly before feeling the chill of Todoroki's quirk. He was blowing air, snowflakes coming out here and there, making Midoriya calm down just enough to stare and even reach out to catch a few.
"Let's go play some games. Are you good at games?" Todoroki questioned, starting down the stone path, between stands of games and food and more. Midoriya shrugged lightly.
"No, not really, but it sounds like a lot of fun! Let's try something simple first… like that." It was the ball throwing game, where you had to knock down a stack of bottles with a baseball. It looked easy enough and Todoroki was sure… he was motherfucking positive he'd win with ease but he was wrong. His first throw was way off, the second only got the the bottle on top and his third was mere inches away but when Midoriya tried, he won with the first throw. He got all three! Todoroki wasn't one to mope about something like that, he smiled, impressed but even more flattered when Todoroki handed him the small teddy bear he'd won. "For you!"
This started a long hour of Midoriya winning games left and right with ease and handing the prizes over to Todoroki who was excited to go home and decorate his room with. His arms were full, a body sized teddy bear strapped to his back. "Mind if we unload these in my car?" He questioned with a tiny smile, watching as Midoriya looked up to him from his right, he was facing another stand, a water gun in his hands. He looked nothing short of charming, attractive and slightly intimidating. He was in the zone, his eyes were sharp and he was relaxed. He said yes. "Sure thing, sweetcheeks." He chittered happily, setting the gun down and skipping in front of Todoroki, leading the way with a bright smile. He waved at children and parents and stand-holders and more. The pet name made Todoroki avert his gaze, warmth exploding in his chest and this time, it had nothing to do with his quirk.
The sun was gone, the moon was brightening, the festival was lively and lit up with candles and lamps and lanterns. Midoriya helped him stuff the toys into the back seat of his blue car and was clapping his hands, excited to get to eating before he heard it- "Nii-san!" Fuyumi called, making Todoroki whip his head around, a grin forming on his lips, his perfect, white teeth on display. "We just arrived." Fuyumi informed, stepping out of her own car and hurrying to the other side to open her mother's car door.
"Mother?" Todoroki started, shutting the back door and taking Izuku's hand gently who was frozen on the spot, a smile permanently plastered on his face. It was wavering and crumbling and when Todoroki started walking, he stayed cemented where he stood, pulling back against Todoroki's force and letting out the quietest whine he could as mama Todoroki approached and sister Todoroki followed. "This is Midoriya Izuku. Should we head down to the pond?"
"Sure thing, we'll meet you there." Fuyumi stepped in, her gaze turning to Izuku's. It was kind, lighthearted, kind of worried. "I'm excited to know more about you, Midoriya-kun." Fuyumi whispered.
"As am I." Mama Shouto whispered with the kindest smile he's ever seen (Excluding his mother's). With that, they started back toward the festival.
"Is my mother really that scary? Was I that scary before you met me?" Todoroki questioned, taking his other hand and holding them up between them. "It's going to be okay, it'll be fine. I promise. "
"Yes! You were very, very, very intimidating before we met. I was afraid to sit next to you at lunch, I thought I was going to die at the sports festival, I thought you were going to eat me before the finals when you pulled me aside and now your mother is going to suck my soul out through my ears and eyes and drink it up like a delicious McFlurry from McDonald's! That's what beautiful women do, that's what beautiful people do in general, is that what you're planning to do to me?"
"Nobody… is going to suck your soul out like that." He winced at the description. "There's nothing to be nervous about, you'll see." He lifted Midoriya over his shoulder, not caring for the very few stares he got as he carried Midoriya through the large festival and to the Koi Pond where Fuyumi and Mother Todoroki sat, right on the bricks surrounding the fish. Fuyumi was feeding them small crumbs and Mother Todoroki was the first to notice them approaching.
Midoriya watched, he shouldn't be feeling so nervous, so jealous, so scared, so excited. Todoroki sat right next to his mother, just as Midoriya expected (Just like him), he was a mama's boy. "I'm so happy you could make it." He murmured, sharing a hug with her before gesturing to the green, chubby, pubescent child standing awkwardly a few feet away. "Midoriya, come here please." He beckoned gently, watching as Midoriya slowly made his way over. He sat down. He sent a quick wave, a horrible wave. It was terrible.
"Hi… I'm Ivuku- Izuku." Who the fuck was ivuku? How could he mess up his own name like that? He sounded idiotic! "I-it's very… nice to meet you." Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? She looked and sounded very nice and calm and down to Earth.
"Just call me mom."
Midoriya got light-headed.