Todoroki

(Lemon)

She was peeling a tangerine peacefully on the side of the window when we entered her room. This time, I was only accompanied by Natsuo, since Fuyumi was busy.

– Hi mom – coming forward to greet her

– Natsu, Shoto – taking turns to hug us. – I'm glad you're here.

– Fuyumi had a matter to resolve and that is why she is not here. She said she'll come to see you in the week.

– Fine. – Returning to her seat. – I hope your girlfriend doesn't mind, Natsu. –My brother acquired a reddish tone at the comment. Maybe one day I could also tell her about Katsuki.

– She doesn't mind ... – he murmured. – How have you been?

– I have been fine. – Placing the fruit on a plate. – I just finished the fifth volume of the Nancy Springer saga. – Showing us a purple book with the silhouette of a girl.

– You were always an assiduous reader, mom – my brother commented taking a slice of the orange fruit that she offered us while I was doing the same

– How about you, Shoto? I had time without seeing you

– I had been busy with training for the provisional license. Sorry for not visiting you more often

– You don't have to worry, Shoto – eating a portion of the fruit

– I almost forget it! – looking in one of the bags we brought – We bought you pumpkin pie – Her face lit up. That was her favorite.

– Thank you – she said kindly looking at the wrapper – They were also his favorite ... – Who?

– He would be 23 years old now – I didn't understand who they meant until I remembered the date on the calendar. Touya… As far as I know, Natsuo was very close to him.

The memories I have of him are very blurry, only the image of a withdrawn child with red hair, covered in bandages, comes to mind, this being more of a reconstruction of the one on the altar.

– We plan to make an offering at the end of the month – snapped my brother

– I'm glad you keep him in your memory. – Showing a warm smile. – I usually remember him for this time of year.

– Remember that you can write to us if you want to talk – taking her hand

– Yes, thank you very much. – I wonder how much that weak smile hides.

– I had forgotten that it was also his favorite – The white–haired guy lamented once we were at the hospital reception. We had spent at least two hours talking to Mom, who seemed to be just a little more down than usual.

– That didn't seem to bother her. Don't worry. – Placing a hand on his shoulder.

– Even so, I feel like I struck a chord ... – he continued to complain sadly. I wish I had better words to cheer him up, but I don't know anything beyond the stories I heard as I grew up regarding how kind he was and the few photographs that left him stuck at the young age of twelve.

As it was late fall, it used to get dark earlier. I had to take a train back to the dormitories, while Natsuo dialed the number of a taxi. While he was busy talking on the phone, I went to a convenience store to buy some spicy sweets that I had seen Katsuki eat before and also a drink for Natsuo while we waited for his taxi.

As he left, with the glass of hot chocolate, I noticed that he made a quick movement looking up.

– Is something wrong, Natsuo?

– No ... – Turning slowly in my direction – I just seemed to see something. It must have been some stray cat ...

– It seems that Fuyumi isn't the only one who needs glasses – extending the glass with the hot drink

– So? – Taking me by the shoulder – How about we get you some too? – Rubbing my head, animatedly.

Somehow, visiting our mother made us closer, especially after the time I had a fight with the old man… Now more than ever, I know that I can count on my siblings.

When I reached the bedrooms, the first thing I saw as I passed the entrance was a quintet of people huddled in the same armchair. That was another one of the Bakusquad movie nights. The crimson eyes of my favorite blond fixed on me as I entered, causing me to give him a shy smile.

– Is enough for today! – I heard him from the stairs.

A few minutes after taking a bath, I went as usual to Katsuki's room. There was something gratifying about knowing that I could sleep snuggled in his arms every night.

Closing the door behind me, trying to make the least amount of noise, I saw him settled in a tangle of blankets. I turned around, just to settle behind him. I liked resting my chin on his shoulder.

– You're not hungry? – lying on my chest

– I know you love to prepare me to eat, but I ate something before returning. – As I felt his hands caress mine – Which reminds me – looking in the pockets of my coat. – This is for you.

– You think I'm ten years old? – Turning to show me his frown

– If you don't want them, I'll give them to someone else ... – Retracting my hands

– I never said I didn't want them! – taking them from my hand, taking one to his mouth. I hugged him tighter in response.

– From what I saw when I returned, things seem to be better with Kirishima – it was not my favorite subject, but I know it was important to him

– Yes. After the zombie's party we talked again. He said he was just helping Pinky with a matter that he never clarified, but I don't know ... – He let out a sigh. – I am not convinced.

– What do you mean?

– When he smiles, he seems to be hiding something. It is not the same ... – without considering that he ignores me completely. – Pinky doesn't act like before ... Everything is very strange – letting out a growl

– Maybe it's just your perception. Give it time.

– Yes. Maybe you're right. – Caressing my cheek. – Let's sleep. – Turning off the light at my side, to then give me space on the bed to accommodate me.

At one point, he turned so that the inches between our lips shortened. They had a sweet itch, like cinnamon and anise, growing more intense as we plunged into the kiss, and then I remembered the sweets I'd given his just before.

– Itches – covering my mouth

– Yes, I wonder why it is – trying to kiss me again.

– I don't want to – walking away from him

– Spicy is part of me. Take it or leave it. – turning to face me, obviously amused.

– I don't force you to eat soba – preventing our mouths from crossing.

– That's something that only you would eat ... – and we stayed that way for a while before falling asleep.

If to be with him I had to tolerate a little spice, I'd do it with pleasure, even if I never told him.

...

– You are increasingly skillful using both sides at the same time – he commented on the way to the locker room

– Your attack that simulates a flare is also not far behind – opening my locker, while Bakugou went to the back, where his was

– Wait for me when I leave – I nodded.

The rest of our classmates came in and out as they finished changing. Beside me, Oijiro and Shoji were talking about hand–to–hand combat techniques that I must admit caught my attention; later I would ask them about it.

– Remember to keep order! – Iida was at the entrance, in his natural state; giving orders.

– Leave me alone! – It was Katsuki.

– You have such a small waist, Bakugou – I could hear Kaminari's laughter, so I decided to get closer, although I kept at a safe distance so as not to be noticed.

– Get out of me! – He warned Sero while the blond covered the area in question, blushing. He looked really cute.

– We would like to have your figure, Bakubro – Kirishima commented, approaching the exit. Seeing him approach, I still pretended to be standing in front of my locker to avoid direct eye contact with him, although I could feel a chill run down my spine before confirming that he was gone. I wonder if…

– I'LL KILL YOU! – The explosions didn't wait and soon after, they came out terrified, and barely dressed, the pair that had been disturbing the explosive. If they know how dangerous he is, why are they bothering him?

– Aurevoir, mes amis! – Aoyama announced as he left and soon after, Koda.

–Todoroki, are you coming? – Tokoyami asked accompanied by Satou

– I'll wait for Bakugou – naming him like that now seemed alien, distant, but it was the best

– Good luck with that – the tallest commented as they walked away.

Not sure what was stretching him so much, I scooted back to where he was, seeing that his shirt was barely on as he tied his shoelaces.

– I'm almost done – when realizing that he was standing in one of the columns

– I'm not in a hurry – contemplating his movements. As he rose to stand at his locker, I caught a glimpse of his bare torso, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to take a closer look. Slowly I approached who now had his back to me.

– But, what…?! – hugging him from behind. Getting closer, his pecs were more prominent.

– I wanted to confirm if your waist is as small as they say ... – sliding my hands down his torso, but with a sudden movement he pulled away from me, embarrassed.

– W–why do you want to know… that?! – Does he have a complex?

– Because I'm curious, Katsuki – I commented frankly. – I want to know everything about you. – Approaching who clumsily leaned from the locker behind him. As pale as he is, the red all over his face only reminded me of a pepper. I placed my hands on his ribs, and as they descended, I could feel the narrowing mold my leisurely grip. His body felt stiff, but it was pleasant to the touch. My hands stopped at the narrowest part, and although I didn't consider my hands to be very large, my fingers could almost touch and the idea caused an upward curvature to form on my lips.

– Enough! – removing my hands from him, adopting the posture he did shortly before when Sero was bothering him. It was once he did this that I realized he hadn't been looking at me. Would he be embarrassed by that?

I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, I wanted to make him feel confident that he could show himself to me however he wanted.

– Katsuki – taking one of my hands to his hair, making our eyes come into contact – I ...

– You guys are close – I was so focused on him that I had ignored the notion of where we were when Mineta's voice froze my movements.

– The bicolor only removed a leaf from my hair – moving away from me, buttoning his shirt

– I wonder how often that happens – he mentioned with various tones of voice

– What do you mean, mutant grape? – slamming his locker

– It was a simple comment, Bakugou – Why did I suddenly feel so uncomfortable? It was as if we were not with our usual classmate – Unless there is something else – showing an unnatural smile

– Repeat it if you dare! – the sparks began to come out of his hands

– Leave it, Bakugou! – Taking him by the shoulder – Let's go eat something.

– Yes, listen to your tamer – this time it was I who could not contain myself, trapping him in an ice structure.

– Free me, burned face! – trying to get away, it was a glass thin enough to fall apart in no time

– You need time to think – walking to the exit

– Hopefully, someone will find your body… maybe – my companion commented with a laugh

– You're turning into a beast equal to or worse than him! – We heard it vaguely once we were in the hall.

– I didn't expect that from you – showing me a friendly smile

– I will not allow them to talk bad of you while I am present – returning the gesture.

As a result of more often I felt that it was more difficult for me to pretend that we just got along very well, I feared that one day my attraction to him would give me away, leaving us exposed, irremediably changing the image that others had built of us up to that moment but, would it really be that bad?

– Why do you like this weather so much? – because you snuggle closer to me

– I prefer the cold – surrounding him with my arm, under the blanket. That night we would be in my room and although the weather was already cold enough, I did not want to lower the temperature.

– It would be more comfortable to sleep with a penguin – burying his face in my chest.

– A penguin does not like you as much as I do – stroking his hair.

– Whatever – he said before his breathing slowed. I used to stay awake for a few minutes before falling asleep, and I liked to detail the blond's features, while feeling like I had the most beautiful of Pomeranians in my bed. Imagining him as a cute puppy was very funny to me.

Feeling his hair on my fingers, while the air was permeated with its subtle caramel scent was the best sleeping pill I could imagine.

In the middle of the night, my throat was screaming with unusual dryness. I quickly got up to reach for the glass of water on my desk. When I tried to settle back into my place, the image of the blonde on my bed was too mesmerizing to go unnoticed. He was unnoticed around him, with a slow breath that slid his sweater up, exposing part of his belly and waist.

As if it were a magnet, my hand went directly to the exposed part and I was hit with a shock that went through my entire arm as soon as the skin of my fingers came into contact with that of his abdominal muscles. When I realized it, I was already caressing his torso, feeling intoxicated by something that I had never felt before, tracing with my fingertips the clearly defined geometric shapes on it with great care, so as not to disturb it, but it was in vain, because this one already was making sordid grunts.

– What are you doing, Shoto? – His voice was hoarse, and he was rubbing his eyes.

– Sorry to wake you up – approaching him

– Seriously? – bringing his hand to my left side – You seemed to be very entertained – showing me a sly smile

– In fact, ... – By this time my lips were already running over his neck, while I listened to how subtle gasps slipped from his mouth. Somehow, I managed to get on top of him, taking his lips between mine. His hands adjusted on my neck insistently as a tingling made its way up my spine from the contact of his fingers on the back of my neck.

I was fascinated. My hands awkwardly felt his torso, and every now and then my fingers embedded in his skin as he took my lower lip, causing me to let out involuntary moans. I didn't usually feel this way I used to be ecstatic when I was with him, but it was something that happened more often lately.

I couldn't help but want to fit into the cleft of his collarbone every time his hands massaged my shoulder blades in time with his rapid breathing.

– Sho ... to – hearing him pronounce my name was nothing more than fuel for the anxiety that didn't finish satisfying; the one I didn't know I had, voracious and rising. His wet lips felt faintly cold against mine and our breaths fought again each time our mouths struggled for leadership, colliding with our cold cheeks.

– We… we have to… sleep – placing his hand on my chest to get away from him, aware that he could feel my racing heartbeat. It was curious how now I was the one who initiated the physical contact, but aware that he's the earlier riser of the two, I settled into my position without protesting.

He adapted the curvature of his back to my chest, while my hand rested on his arm comfortably, to fall asleep shortly after.

When I opened my eyes, the blond was on the edge of the bed, which made me assume it must be at least 6 am.

– I'm too stunned to go for a run this morning – he said as the bed moved as he stood up – because of someone who interrupted my sleep – looking at me with his arms crossed, and slight dark circles under his eyes.

– I'm sorry – sitting up in bed

– It doesn't matter – giving me a kiss on the forehead before moving away. – See you later – leaving the room. I flopped onto the bed, but even though I tried, I couldn't sleep until my alarm went off, so I resigned myself to taking a shower earlier than usual. By the time I finished get dressed, it was at least twenty minutes to 7 am. Time was too slow this morning.

I planned to head to the kitchen for breakfast, however, I was tempted to head to Katsuki's room, so, making sure that no one was in sight, I entered only to find a perfectly made bed, without the presence of the blond nowhere.

I sat on her his, staring at the stack of books on the nightstand beside his. On the cover of one of them, was the gold silhouette of All Might with the subsequent title Philosophy of Peace, by Kohei Horikoshi. I began to slid the pages of the compendium, to find a series of phrases highlighted in a vibrant yellow, among them, one that highlighted "Win to save, save to win"; reading it somehow reminded me of Midoriya.

– I didn't expect to see you here – he commented, pulling me out of my thoughts, some drops of water were still dripping from his hair that descended from his naked torso. From his bed, he seemed to shine from the sunlight that was beginning to creep through the curtains of his room, further highlighting the curves of his body. – In the end, I did run for at least thirty minutes – he commented, making me realize that I was again distracted by him.

– At least you had a productive morning – placing the book I was holding in its place

– You know you can accompany me if you want – taking the shirt from his closet. However, I couldn't take my eyes off his waist; since Sero made that comment yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

– Shoto! – trying not to raise his voice too much; the contact of my hands startled him. Seen from behind, my fingers seemed to be closer together than when I tried to measure the distance between them at the narrowest curve of his torso yesterday afternoon.

What I did not imagine was what would happen next.

Katsuki spun on his feet, and without warning, he started kissing me, pushing me back.

– We're going to be late – briefly separating from his lips. He rolled his eyes to where I assumed the clock on the head of his bed was, due to the subsequent objection

– We still have time – I couldn't believe what I had heard him say. Despite what could be assumed, the blond had an incredibly punctual attendance.

A slight bounce cushioned our fall. The guy was on top of me, resting one of his knees between my thighs, without leaving my lips that now felt hot. In each swing, I could feel the intensity that reigned in each kiss, making my need for air audible as it sandwiched the path from my mouth to my neck. Now it was my hands that ran down his back, but they were interrupted when the boy took them to bring them over my head, biting my lower lip in the process; I don't even know which one of us was breathing harder anymore.

His mouth felt wet on my clavicle, when then I realized that it was his tongue that came into contact with that area that I did not know was so vulnerable and again, an even louder moan left my lips, irremediably.

– You make too much noise – covering my mouth to continue leaving a row of kisses from the bottom of my chin to my collarbone. I thought I had fastened my tie more firmly, but considering the necessity with which he apparently intended not to leave even the smallest fraction of skin in the area in question without the mark of his lips, it would not surprise me that I was no longer wearing it. Suddenly, I felt a slight twinge combined with a shock of well–being that stunned me, forgetting about the burning where his mouth kept pressing. He was very clever in preventing me from making any sound, because I don't think I could have suppressed what he made me feel.

Without warning, he got up covering his mouth, panting.

– That will prevent you from distracting me while I dress – turning to button his now wrinkled shirt; luckily, he would be wearing the vest that would hide the sharp lines.

When I tried to recover from whatever had happened, the burning in my right clavicle, made me bring my fingers to the point in question, only to feel what I later appreciated was a slight trace of blood when I saw my hand. I quickly went to the mirror, craning my neck to notice that the inside of the neck of my white shirt had fuzzy streaks of blood caused by a small, circular reddish laceration near my collarbone.

– Katsuki! – I protested, showing him my neck. Although considering the previous comment and his Machiavellian smile, he knew exactly what I was claiming.

– You were the one who started, bicolor – he commented indifferently, adjusting his jacket, without losing eye contact with me. I felt my face burn and my brow furrowed. – It isn't so bad – the contact of the bandage in the affected area made my shoulders rise. He was amused as he placed a kiss on my cheeks. – Let's go have breakfast. – Heading for the door.

– I can't believe you're hungry after the bite you gave me – adjusting my tie now seemed like a daunting task due to the sensitive skin that it covered. I was irritated.

– My transition to vampire has not yet materialized. – opening the door, making a gesture that, far from being polite, was buffoonish. – I need to eat, but don't worry, you are my favorite dish. – I didn't even bother to answer him, I was not going to give him the pleasure of expanding the big smile that was now drawn on his face.

The rest of the day was spent adjusting my tie so that it didn't rub over the irritated area. To top it off, I couldn't go to the infirmary because, unless I said it was some suspicion of canine rabies, I couldn't justify the outline of teeth on my collarbone without asking how a Pomeranian got there. Whatever.

I was thankful that we were in winter so I could wear a turtleneck without causing suspicion.


I warned you, what happened in previous chapters of course was going to have an impact on later ones.

Fact # 57

folklore was my background album to write, as I like its soft, melancholic sound. And yes, I love Taylor Swift.

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