Warmth against her back was the first thing she noticed when she woke up.

Her head throbbed with each movement she made, sitting up slowly with a groan and a hand pressed against her forehead. Next, Momo noticed the slightly familiar surroundings that weren't her own. Strange, why wasn't she in her room? If this wasn't her room then who's was it? She glanced around with blinking eyes, making note of the japanese styling and the futon shifting beneath her.

"Huh...?"

The groggy voice beside her startled the black haired girl as a small squeal of fright slipped from her lips. A warm hand moved to her thigh and she stilled, feeling the warmth that had woken her in the first place begin to spread across the rest of her body. Her eyes darted to the lump beside her, unaware up until that point that it wasn't pillows but a person.

"What's the matter?" Red and white hair peeked out from the blanket over them as Todoroki peered up at her. His expression was curious, although he was barely awake. She couldn't help but snort at his mess of hair, shock momentarily ignored.

"You always look like that in the morning?" He groaned, raising a gentle finger to her lips in an attempt to silence her words.

"Too loud," came his muffled reply as he snuggled closer toward her body, almost yanking her back into laying down. A sigh escaped her then but she obeyed and sank back beside him.

How had she gotten here? Todoroki's room was somewhere she never once thought she'd be. Not with how oblivious he seemed to be with her. What happened? Her brain worked hard to push past the damn awful headache in search of an explaination. Why did her head hurt so much? Did she get knocked out? How could she? Wasn't she just at the party..?

Oh.

The party... Shit! Damn Mineta and his awful tricks.

"Hey, Todoroki?" She whispered, glancing at the boy beside her. He grumbled as his arms tightened around her waist. Momo took that as a response and continued. "Do you remember what happened?"

"I... Some punch and songs then I remember us dancing." His thumbs rubbed lazy circles against her skin while he spoke. "I think we came up here after. The rest is kind of a blur, though." She nodded meekly in response, too focused on keeping herself from shivering at his touch.

"I see..." she trailed off, suddenly very aware of how fast her heart was beating against her ribcage. "I'd, um, better go before someone wonders where I am."

Momo wiggled from his grasp and rose to her feet, trying to ignore both her pounding head and his disappointed whine. Cold rushed upon her as soon as she left the bed although she wasn't quite sure why. Wasn't she wearing her pajamas? A quick glance down confirmed that she was not, in fact, wearing her pajamas as she didn't seem to be wearing much beside a pair of lacy black panties. Her face went red as she quickly snatched the blanket up from his bed to cover herself, squeaks of mortification rolling off her tongue.

"Hey give it back! It's cold." Shouto whined once more, a lazy hand reaching up to tug at the blanket. She allowed herself to glance down at his uncovered body before quickly averting her eyes. Seriously?! What the hell happened? Why was he wearing just boxers?

"I, uh... T-Todoroki, where are y-your c-c-clothes?" She could barely get the words out, face now a bright crimson color as she burried it into the blanket. She heard him curse rather colorfully, something she would have scolded if not for the current situation. The temperature in the room rose at his words and she wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment or anger.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know... Shit, Yaoyorozu." She peeked over the cloth at his words. His hair was still a mess but at least he had pants on now. Momo lowered the blanket slightly from her face, both arms hugging it tightly to her chest. His cheeks were certainly red, almost matching his hair, and she blinked at the icy hot hero.

"How?" She breathed the word out, watching as he shuffled around the floor to find a shirt for her. Her eyes followed his hands, trying very hard to ignore the parts of her costume lying scattered across the room. Kyouka was never going to let her live this down! He managed to find one and tossed the black t shirt toward her, eyes looking anywhere but her and her body. The blanket dropped to the floor as she rushed to pull the shirt over her head and once she was satisfied with the amount of coverage, she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Clear..?" He mumbled, one hand rubbing circles at the nape of his neck. She hummed in reply and he turned back to her, cheeks darkening in color. How was he supposed to know how good she would look in his shirt? Damn it.

"Todoroki?" She blinked at him, confusion spreading across her features. Shouto groaned and sank back onto the bed with a soft thump. She tilted her head before cautiously lowering herself to the opposite side of his futon, placing the abandoned blanket before her. "What's wrong?" He glanced at her worried face then, noticing how the sunlight framed her face at just the right angle. Damn it. Did she always look this pretty?

"I... Shit." He growled before reaching a hand out to pull gently at her wrist. "Come here." His voice sounded different, lower somehow, but he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because of her pretty features or how damn good she looked in his clothes. Whatever it was, it was causing him to ignore any thoughts going through his head. His body felt like fire as he moved to pull her toward him. She didn't put up a fight, willingly leaning into his hands. What was with her eyes? They were darker, if that was possible, and he didn't know she could make such a devilish face. Something stirred in his lower abdomen and another growl came ripping out of his lips followed by a low curse.

She opened her mouth to say something only to have his lips crash against hers. A muffled sound of surprise was swallowed by the intensity of the kiss before she pressed closer, delicate hands reaching up to tangle themselves into his hair.

Momo had an inkling of what happened last night, especially if it was anything like what transpired in the morning.

Perhaps she should thank Mineta... Todoroki sure was.

Notes • Annnnnd there's the ending~ hopefully it's not too bad! I wasn't sure how I wanted to finish this one but I think it turned out alright! One of my favorite headcanons for these two is how I think Todoroki would react to her wearing his clothes so that's basically how I got to this one as a sort of morning after for the halloween party. Hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you on the next drabble~