Shouto's eyes lit up like fireworks the moment Momo opened her door. She stared back at him a little nervous before motioning him to come inside. Not wanting to make her wait, he makes his way inside as she closed the door behind him. They were staring at anything but each other until Momo decided that she was done beating around the bush.

"We need to talk about what happened." Momo said quietly not trying to be demanding incase Todoroki was uncomfortable about this topic. She finally looked at the boy in front of her who was lightly blushing. Shouto was debating on what to say to her but he couldn't find the words that he was searching for, luckily Momo was very patient with him. "I...I'm sorry for kissing you. I don't know why I did it, but if I crossed a line I apologize for my actions." He responded but for some reason he really wanted to cry at that moment. Maybe because he was just couldn't stop thinking about Momo ending their friendship and never talking to him again.

He would do anything for a time machine or someone who had a Quirk related to going back in time. Before he could become a depressing mess, Momo immediately grabbed both his hands with her own, she smiled brightly at him which helped lift his mood a bit. "Hey, I'm not mad at you. You just caught me by surprise!" He looked at Momo with a surprise reaction which made her giggle by his adorable expression. "Are you serious?" He asked. "I'm completely serious!" She replied. Shouto looked completely relieved to hear that Momo was forgiving him. He couldn't help but think how he doesn't deserve her at all. No one does! "I'm sorry, Todoroki," she said, "But I'm going to have to invade your personal space for a moment."

Then she took a step in and put her arms around him.

Involuntarily, he gasped. Shouto was shocked to suddenly feel her body pressed against his.

From some kind of race memory, he automatically put his arms around her waist, even though it had been very many years since anyone hugged him.

Once his initial shock subsided, he revelled in the closeness of her. Despite the strangeness of it, he found it incredibly comforting to he held.

She held him for a long few moments, then Momo very gently released him from her arms. He was loath to let go, but he knew it would look weird if he clung to her any longer. He suddenly swipes his thumb across Momo's bottom lip, a silent request for permission to kiss her. She easily surrendered by those heavy-lidded eyes, soft in appearance but full of sinful intentions.

The lip work is slow at first, Todoroki simply moving against her to bask in the feel of her soft lips molding with his. It's tender, the way his hand stays cupped to her face, dropping to grasp gently at her chin to keep her angled perfectly, holding Momo still while his lips slowly begin to devour her. The intensity increases as his lips move in wider motions, encouraging her mouth to open up more so his tongue can sneak inside. Momo feel it caress her own and as soon as she accepts his intrusion with a small sigh, she know there's no turning back.

Now, his cold hands are carding through her hair as he holds Momo steady, breathy pants exchanging between their mouths as the heat of the kiss begins to burn while their tongues entangle and they both lose themselves against each other's lips. So abused Momo can hardly tell where her lips even begin as Todoroki pulls her bruised bottom lip between his teeth. His hands drop to grip at your waist, unforgiving fingers digging into her hips to grind her her, ensuring she has nowhere else to be except straddling his lap, whimpering his name in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Until he pulls away from her to observe the work he's done — her eyes hazy with desire, hair disheveled, lips red and swollen as you whine at his withdrawal. For a moment, tender Todoroki returns as he fixes Momo's hair, grazing your cheek gently with a smile, "We can stop if you want?" Momo's thumb finds itself against his lip , and when she shook her head and swipe at the leather with your tongue, Todoroki's pupils blow wide and he slams Momo beneath him onto her bed.

Todoroki grabbed her hands in his, pinning them onto the cushion on either side of her face as he keeps her legs wide to remain between them. Momo cried out his name when he grinds his semi hard cock against her aching core, keeping her trapped under his weight while his hands release hers to roam her body until she's a writhing mess, begging for him pathetically. Todoroki pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the two of them as he smiles down proudly at Momo's messy features, hand sneaking up her flushed face, ". I'm sorry, I think I got carried away again!" Todoroki panicked as he was getting off of Momo, before he could get off her he was pulled back. He looked down at her in surprise but he couldn't help but gravitate back to Momo's soft lips.