A/N: So the dorm rooms are as seen in the series, except Aizawa swapping Mineta with Todoroki two weeks in due to Mineta being a giant perv.

The beds are situated against the walls, in the boy's case, this is why its literally why their beds are super close together. Bed / Wall / Bed

Happy reading!

It was unusual, now that he has time to reflect back. He only ever had one goal in life, a borrowed goal that had been drilled into him by his old man. He came to UA looking for nothing, expecting nothing, accepting nothing else than his desire to become a top pro hero.

He may have been struggling to achieve this goal through his stubborn whims of pissing Endeavor off, icing off his emotions and potential with half of his quirk, living only half his life, lost in his anger and entropy. Feeling empty, always hollow.

Then of course, the sports festival happened.

Well, Midoriya Izuku happened.

And wasn't that just something else?

His world had exploded into color, his mind in total disarray. This unassuming meek boy had punched him in the gut and while he was thrown across the arena, slamming to a halt near the line, his reason for being, for living, may as well have been thrown through the stadium walls, far far out of sight.

As they had ran at each other, final hit imminent, Shoto couldn't look away.

"It's your power!" Midoriya had yelled,

'...it's your life...' His green eyes had sparkled.

"DIE!"

Todoroki didn't have much time other than to rock back on his heels before he was covered head to toe in brick dust. Book sliding from his hand where he was neatly stacking them onto his shelf thunked to the floor, accompanied the ringing sound in his ear.

He blinked, tilting his head to look towards his bed. Plumes of yellow dust and rubble swirled lazily around his room, his bed looking like a frenzied battlefield.

His eyes travelled up to see a fist retracting from his wall.

"Oh," he stated, other words and thoughts seemed redundant.

"Kacchan-! You took it too far!"

Mismatched eyes blinked once, twice, before they made contact with round surprised eyes belonging to Midoriya. Huh.

"Oiy, you dodged though," Bakugou piped in, less aggressive than expected and perhaps a touch put out by recent developments. He had crossed his arms over his chest, side-eyeing the wall with his lip jutting out.

"Of-Of course I dodge it! Why do you think that I wouldn't?!" Midoriya squawked, arms flinging in the air exasperated.

Todoroki watched the exchange taking place in Midoriya's room - from his own room. He stood up slowly, book long forgotten, hand brushing brick dust from his shoulder as though his whole room wasn't now covered in it.

He could feel a sigh struggling to be repressed. He wasn't sure how he expected to be spending his Saturday morning, but switching rooms with Mineta hadn't been it. On Aizawa's orders, he had been told about the room swap when it had been apparent having Mineta on the 2nd floor within easy access to the commons and, of course, the girl's dorms was a blearingly obvious mistake they had overlooked.

It had taken 2 weeks, and 5 complaints, to have his fated room swap delivered to him. They had decided to move Mineta up to the 5th floor of the boy's side, out of sight, out of mind.

He had been on the last box of books too, so close to being done unpacking for a second time. Now he was looking at the shared wall his and Midoriya's rooms shared, a giant hole, big enough for any person to crawl through currently hosted one very apologetic green head, and one very put out blonde.

Midoriya, who was knelt on his own bed, headbutted Bakugou out of the way, an apology plump on his lips,

"Todoroki! Oh gosh, I am so, so sorry! Look, you were nearly finished too. This must all be such a hassle to you and now I haven't given the best first impression of being dorm neighbors. It's all my fault, well, actually, it was Kacchan and his fat temper-"

"H-Hey! Listen he-"

"-and it got out of control. I mean we were play fighting cause y'know how easy it is to tease Kacchan and now there's a hole in our wall and Aizawa already said this building is brand new, and oh god he is going to kill us-"

He was stress mumbling, Todoroki just can't.

His eyes softened as Midoriya fisted at his curls, oblivious to Bakugou who had taken to sulking over the fat temper comment.

God, he was so disgustingly head over heels for Midoriya. He's pretty sure Midoriya could have stabbed a knife through his thigh and he'd be okay with it.

He shook his head, trying to appease the boy.

"It's okay."

He crossed the room to kneel on his own bed, bits of rubble digging into his knees as he did. He was now eye level with the both of them, all three leaning close as though sharing secrets, looking over the damage.

"What are we going to do?" Midoriya frowned, upset at the thought of getting into trouble.

Bakugou scoffed, "Idiot, obviously we keep our mouths shut. Cementoss built this place, we'll just ask the blockhead to come and fix this up. He could do it in his sleep."

Midoriya's eyes widened, mouth falling open in happy relief.

Todoroki shook his head minutely, "He is out of town though, at least for the week. Him and Power loader took off to assist building repairs in Kamino, remember?"

Bakugou furrows his brow at the mention of it. Since he had been back and had that fight with Midoriya, their relationship had changed. They had grown closer, to which Midoriya had reminisced to be similar to their childhood friendship status, which confused Todoroki, as he had heard nothing good about their childhoods. Midoriya was now soft smiles though, and constantly exchanged playful confident banter around Bakugou and he gave as well as he took. It was odd, it was strange, it left Todoroki feeling like he had swallowed a pile of stones, the heavy weight settling in his stomach uncomfortably. He assumed this is likely the reason they both were even in Midoriya's room in the first place. Chilling out and relaxing into their tentative friendship, experiencing play fighting, even if it had got wildly out of hand.

The blonde scoffed, "Just- I dunno, shove a poster over it for now then or somethin'. Don't even pretend you put all your All Might posters up. I saw your room back home, nerd."

Midoriya flushed, knowing full well of his stack of unused posters hidden under his bed. He didn't want to come across too obsessive, okay?

"Stupid Kacchan..." he muttered, falling heavily onto his back and using the momentum to roll off his bed, thudding against the floor. He rummaged under his bed pulling out rolls of posters, fingers stretching to find the larger ones at the back. With a huff he heaved himself back up, leaning his arms on top of his quilt, scarred hands fumbled clumsily to remove the rubber band keeping them rolled tight. All Might's face was revealed against a giant yellow background, giant red lettering ran vertically down one side, 'It's okay... why?... Because I am here!' it stated, cheesy grin from the hero being the focal point. Bakugou tsked loudly, shaking his head at the shorter boy.

"Fuckin' knew it..."

Midoriya openly ignored him, sheepish eyes finding Todoroki's, wobbly smile gracing his lips,

"I know it will look unappealing from your side Todoroki... did you want to borrow a poster too? It's the least I can do."

Todoroki swallowed down the flutter in his stomach, wetting his lips before he attempted talking,

"No it's okay Midoriya, one poster is fine."

Soft green eyes examined his face, making him feel warm under his collar. He tried to exude nonchalance, hoping he was expressing that really, yes, this was fine, no need to worry, not bothered in the slightest. Whatever Midoriya was looking for, he seemed appeased, shoulders dropping slightly in relief that he hadn't caused distress to his friend.

"Okay, but let me help clean up the dust?"

Todoroki leaned back on his bed, feet pushing off to find purchase of the floor behind him. He gave a small smile at the boy, nodding once, watching Midoriya grin wildly at his acceptance. The shorter boy then started pushing at Bakugou's shoulder, shoving him repeatedly until the explosive blonde's string of curses filled the air from being manhandled off the boy's bed. Todoroki watched the pair disappear from view, hearing the shuffling of feet against wooden flooring and the blonde's continued grumbling,

"Oiy, I can see myself out, ass."

"Shush Kacchan, no animals left unaccompanied."

"Fuckin' hell Deku..."

The door slammed shut and the noise was much more audible now that their shared wall could no longer filter noise as it should.

Todoroki ran a hand through his hair, watching the dust spring to life once more as it was disturbed from his tresses. He wondered how they possibly got into this situation, huffing out a small laugh. Of course fate would throw this at him. His gaze moved back to the hole, where both beds sat flush against it, pillows either side covered messily. The smell of explosion fumes lingered, so he moved to crack open his balcony door to let a breeze travel through.

As if the boy hadn't been temptation enough through daily interaction, now a piece of paper would be the only thing separating them as he attempted to sleep. His heart skipped a beat, knowing that his endurance was going to be heavily tested.

He closed his eyes where he stood. An explosion of freckles filled his mind, accompanied by syrupy smiles and twinkling warm eyes. Echos of bubbly laughter and a hint of some unknown laundry detergent assaulted his senses. Midoriya always filled his mind, taking up every ounce of his attention, even when the boy wasn't present.

A loud knock made him blink his eyes open. He brought his attention to opening the door, preparing and not managing to withstand the view of the boy before him.

He stepped back, hearing but not registering his friend who bounced into his room, wielding dustpan and brush. Midoriya braced hands to hips, leaning his weight on one foot as he inspected the damage this side of the accident. He hummed merrily and threw a quick grin at Todoroki, who was still stood at the door, body turned to face Midoriya but hand still stretched gripping the handle.

He was distinctly aware as he closed the door that it was now just the two of them. Nothing unusual about that except they had never been alone in either of their bedrooms. It immediately felt more intimate, so much so that he felt his palms grow warm, even his left palm. His eyes flicked over his belongings, studying them from an outside point of view. Was he weird? Was this a normal room? He remembered the tour of their rooms but having nearly twenty pair of eyes studying his habitat felt a lot less intimidating than just one pair that sparkled like emeralds.

Midoriya was rolling up his sleeves, eyes roaming over chunks of debris, the traditional Japanese aesthetic thrown in disarray by chunks of concrete. His mouth was moving. He was talking, he turns his head towards Todoroki and his head tilts in question.

Oh.

He can't even pretend he heard him, his mind distracted and ears deafened by his own tangent.

"Sorry?"

He was rewarded by a cheeky grin, freckled cheeks soft and pliable. Todoroki blinks slowly.

"People always praise you for being a mysterious stoic boy, but you are just an airhead, huh?"

Todoroki huffs air through his nose, lips tugging up at the corners. Midoriya was always great at that, melting Todoroki's awkwardness and insecurities by a little bit of sass or camaraderie. Another thing to be grateful for.

Hearing Todoroki's amusement, Midoriya returns the smile and repeats himself, "I was just saying, I'll strip the bed and pillow, then start on the floor, did you want to create an ice ramp from the balcony to y'know... " He brings a scarred hand up to cup his mouth, exaggerating a stage whisper, "Hide the evidence?"

Todoroki wasn't sure how discreet two boys flinging large pieces of concrete down an ice ramp from the second floor window would be, but he nodded anyway, just hoping that it would carry enough momentum for the rocks to fly into the shrubbery beyond the walkway below and out of sight.

They get to work, Todoroki having to on numerous occasions ignore the other boy's actions. Especially when he was bent low, ass in the air as he reached for the corners of Todoroki's comforter to strip the sheets, or making quiet puffs of breath at the exertion of lifting the heavier pieces of concrete. This boy was eating him alive, one oblivious action at a time.

At one point Midoriya whips out the room, calling over his shoulder that he'll grab the vacuum cleaner and Todoroki heaves as quietly as he can whilst loading the last of the chunks over his balcony and down the ramp.

Izuku returns shortly, battling to get through the door, hands loaded with vacuum cleaner and a bucket and mop. He flashes Todoroki a grin, cheeks flushed pink from the effort.

"I grabbed these too, for the ice,"

Todoroki wipes a brow with his forearm, the sun hitting his back as it peeks through the trees and through his balcony window. He warms his right side and places it on the ramp, vamping up the heat until it starts to drip in sloshy puddles near his socks. Midoriya bumps his hip to make him move over slightly, mop at the ready.

"You really do go Plus Ultra on everything." Todoroki murmurs softly. Naturally Izuku hears him, used to his soft tones, and the boy really is quite close to him right now. He chuckles softly, nodding enthusiastically,

"Of course! If I can't be the ultimate cleaner, then do I deserve the be the ultimate hero?!"

Todoroki tilts his head, glancing at the smiling boy.

"Well, you missed a spot." He states blankly, eyes crinkling in the corners because as he predicted, Midoriya's nose scrunches up cutely in confusion. Green tufts bounce softly as the boy looks over his shoulder, eyes searching for any obvious signs of dirtiness.

When he turns back, a cold finger pushes into his cheek, making him squeak.

"Wha-!"

"Right there." Todoroki manages, throat feeling dry as he withdraws his hand again slightly. He subtly regrets poking Midoriya's cheek as soon as he did it. He had come a long way, improving socially with friends and even initiating conversations, but initiating contact? He felt a little out of his comfort zone. His hand falls limp at his side again and he stands awkwardly and quietly.

Midoriya brings his cuffed wrist up to his cheek and rubs it. "H-hey, really?" he pouts, trying to get dust off his cheek that he couldn't see. He tilts his face up to Shoto, showing off all the freckles in the universe. "Did I get it?"

Todoroki stares silently, eyes tracking helplessly as he counts them.

"Yep." He says distractedly, regretting this interaction all the more.

All is forgotten immediately though as Izuku brings a hand up and curls his fingers into a tight fist, he grins and pumps his fist once,

"Mission complete!" He then turns around and gives Shoto's room a once over look, beaming at the sight of a bedrooms restored.

"It looks great! Except of course the hole still remaining, but other than that, it looks back to how it was!"

Todoroki doesn't question how the boy remembers the layout of his room only ever seeing it once, on a different floor as part of a tour. He tries to ignore the happiness flooding him again, putting the reasoning down to this being how all friends act. They just know details like this, right?

Midoriya's stomach rumbles, he sheepishly rubs the back of his head as he turns to look at the taller boy once more.

"You hungry? My mom unloaded a bunch of ingredients onto me. I'll cook us lunch?"

Todoroki studies his face quickly, a habit he had grown fast into,

"Lead the way."

Night rolls in, the class having filled their bellies and shared time in their common room. Various conversations dull down over time. Their shared TV casts soft glows and highlights their faces as multiple groups chatter away on the sprawl of sofas.

Todoroki shifts his leg from under him, subtly trying to wake the limb back up after it had fallen asleep. He is careful not to jostle Momo, who has comfortably decided to use his shoulder as a head rest. He had tried not to move for a long time, undecided on the rules of friendly space sharing like this.

To his left, he feels an ankle re-situate itself on the top of his knee. He glances over to see Midoriya leaning close to listen to Tsuyu and Ochaco as they excitedly murmur some story to him. Midoriya's ankle on his knee has a distinct presence over him, making him acutely aware of it even more so than his friend's head on his shoulder.

He currently debates when he had become a human leanpost, when Jiro draws him back into the conversation he was participating in with Momo.

"So how's the new digs, Todoroki?" she asks, playing with one of her earphone jacks absent mindedly.

He shrugs his free shoulder, "It's fine. I can see why they moved us around."

Momo's hair tickles below his ear as she nods, "Honestly? yes. I am so pleased. I don't know what they were thinking giving him the shortest distance to our wing. Thank you for agreeing Todoroki."

He doesn't answer, Midoriya's calf is now on his knees, as the boy has stretched out further, trying to reach Ochaco's phone as she wants to share something funny with him. He swallows and returns to look at his companions, catching them sharing a knowing look.

He frowns slightly, feeling like he has missed some sort of social cue.

Jiro just shakes her head at him fondly, tapping out some unknown silent song on Momo's thigh. Shoto still sometimes feels perplexed, having witnessed many different moments like this since moving into the dorms. His class was overly touchy. Crowding into each other's personal spaces like they didn't exist. He had noticed many different members like this at different times, ruling out the possibility of exclusivity. As far as he was aware, no one was dating each other, at least none that he was privy to. Just looking around right now, himself included, he took in various class mates, folded up close to each other, shoulder to shoulder, legs strewn over laps, fingers wrapped around an ankle, arms slung over a shoulders. No one was immune it seemed, not even himself.

He didn't know when it started, not really.

By the time he had caught on it was too late. He didn't mind it though. If he had to secretly admit to himself, he'd have considered himself a little touch starved. It felt nice. A little strange, he was tentative and never made the contact first, but now he was growing used to not immediately wanting to shrug off contact.

Not everyone tried it with him though, they were all friends but with any class this size, there were definitely groups within a group. He wouldn't expect Sero or Kaminari really to fling their legs up onto his lap. He was just now at ease with his closer friends doing so, like Momo, Ochaco and Jiro, and of course, anything from Midoriya he would gladly accept.

Todoroki wanted to initiate more contact with Midoriya, like earlier in his room. He found it difficult though. His fingers twitched towards the socked foot on his leg. It would be easy to right? This is what friends do.

He glanced across the room, eyeing Ashido deep in conversation with Aoyama, she was seated next to Sero, his fingers curled around her ankle, mirroring what he wanted to achieve.

Momo shifted next to him, her hand coming up to wrap over his fingers. His eyes widened slightly as he turned to face his current companions.

She was looking at him fondly, Jiro next to her wearing the same expression. Momo raised his hand gently from his lap and quietly placed it over Midoriya's ankle. He felt the back of his neck tingle as she slowly released it. His fingers curled around it instinctively, pinky brushing against sock, pads of his fingers taking in the heat of the new sensation.

He hadn't looked away from the girls, who now smiled at him gently and returned to their conversation like nothing happened.

Todoroki chanced a glance to his left, holding in a sigh of relief as Midoriya hadn't even seemed to have noticed the new edition.

Was interacting this easy? He suddenly felt rather silly for overthinking it. Was this really normal? How do people learn this? The sudden weight of his upbringing crashed over him again, but he sagged his shoulder slightly in relief.

He was in good hands. His friends a quiet teacher safe from judgement.

He returned Momo and Jiro's smiles and relaxed back into their conversation, the warmth of the ankle under his palm lulling him into a pleasant place.

Todoroki turned onto his back, sinking into his sheets as the lull of sleep started to claim him.

The silence of the room was comforting and if he listened closely, he could hear the green haired boy breathing as he relaxed in his own bed.

He could feel the edges of sleep tugging him gently.

"Hey, Todoroki?"

He hummed quietly, knowing the boy would hear him.

"Goodnight, sweet dreams," Midoriya replied, smile playing on his lips.

Todoroki breathed deeply, tilting his head to sleepily look at the poster covering the hole next to his head, he could kind of make out the print, through the shadow.

"Good night, Midoriya."

He wanted to melt into his bed, chasing the warm feeling in his chest as he fell into sleep.