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His mother has good days and bad days.

On the good days, she's sweet and kind. She greets him with a hand on his cheek and a smile, she asks him how his classes are going, she remembers the friends he mentions and teases him about being popular with the girls. They go for long walks in the facility grounds and she tells him about the plants she's growing in the little space they've let her have, and he ends the visit with a hug, her thin, fragile form in his careful arms, and he wonders at how much smaller than him she is already. On the good days, he leaves with hope and renewed determination to become the best he can be, to show his father that number two isn't just second place and it's a place and a life to be proud of.

This was not a good day.

This was the kind of day where he opened her door and she looked at him for that first second with fear and hatred and sorrow, where her eyes lingered on his left side too long, no matter how much he tried to keep her on his right. This was the kind of day where every response was distracted and her voice too high-pitched and her laughter sharp and strained. This was the day that, when he reached out to stop her from walking in front of a speeding golf cart full of groundskeepers, she flinched from his touch and slapped him across the face.

She'd apologized, horror on her face and heartbreak in her voice, and he'd said it was fine, and he loved her, but he left soon after, hurrying back towards the school dorms where he could just...shut himself away. It was still early on Sunday. Everyone would still be out, or training, and he could have time to put himself back together. His right cheek is still burning from her slap, stinging and red and almost bruised, and it aches with a pain sharper and more real than the phantom ache of his scarred left side. It's a strange feeling. Normally that side doesn't feel hot. Everything is backwards. Everything is backwards, and his chest is tight, and he can feel the tears trying to burn at his eyes, but it's fine, he's almost there--

--and then he rounds the corner of the stairs heading up towards the fourth floor, and almost runs straight into Midoriya, coming down. Todoroki's eyes are wide, almost glassy, and his heart is racing, and it's only a second before he looks away, not quite flinching but all but vibrating with tension.

"...Sorry. I didn't see you there."

His voice is rough, strained, just as tight as his shoulders, and he waits for Midoriya to keep on going, to be tactful or distracted or whatever it is he needs to be, so he can finally make it up that last flight to his own floor and the safety of his room.

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He loves that laugh, and that grin, and the way Izuku looks so animated, teasing him without a single trace of a stutter or hesitation. Maybe that's why it's so easy for him to relax, too, actually making a face when Izuku calls him '1-A's most eligible bachelor', wrinkling his nose and scrunching his eyebrows. Would you look at that, Todoroki Shouto is actually capable of expressions. "I mean, you could say no," he starts, nudging Izuku gently with an elbow, a small, startlingly sly smile slowly breaking through that look. "But I really think you'll enjoy saying yes more."

Although--yeah, that is kind of a gross feeling, isn't it? With a sigh, Shouto stretches fully, much like a cat, and as he uncurls he reaches down, sliding from his underwear without any shyness or hesitation, using the fabric to begin at least the very basics of cleanup. Not like they can get more ruined, after all. "Mm, that's definitely a better idea. I'm already going to have to borrow a pair from you before I go back to my room...Do you have a towel or something?"

"Did you-- did you just make a sour grape face at me?" That expression is hardly lost on Izuku-takes-notes-in-his-sleep-Midoriya, and he leans down real close to Shouto's face, grinning so hard his eyes crease at the corners. "You need to make faces more often, jeez, your constant deadpan is misleading." He's giggling again, still higher than he knows what to do with from the rush of-- well, everything, right now. He's high on how much he cares about Shouto, he's high on endorphins and everything else that comes with a stunning orgasm, and he's especially high on that sly smile as it forms on his face.

He bites his lip, grinning crookedly and looking quite terribly coy. "You know me better than that, I think," he says, and he would absolutely have gotten hard again right there had he not literally soiled himself with ejaculate moments prior. He gives Shouto a bit of perhaps unwanted modesty as he scoots out of his boxers, keeping his attention on his face and nodding, stretching out and away and hooking one thumb on his own boxers as he goes. He's a little shier about it, scooting backward and out of them but keeping them bunched up over his spent goods as he moves back toward Shouto (still pointedly not taking inventory) with a box of tissues. "Not a towel, but I've got some tissues for the minute. There's towels in the bathroom, if you want."

He folds inward just enough to look bashful, shoulders bunched up around his ears and posture generally guarded, but an easy enough smile on his face. He's not uncomfortable, not by any means, but he's maybe a little anxious about being fully nude with one of his closest friends whom he happens to have just had a wild mutual wanking session with. Not exactly how he would have expected to spend his Sunday.

"No idea what you're talking about. What face? I didn't make a face." Not very convincing when he's still smiling, is it? But that's fine, too. The thrum of endorphins is still coursing through his veins, and Shouto's enjoying the feeling. Maybe it's not such a terrible idea to relax and just let go once in a while. Maybe it's easier to consider with Izuku.

Speaking of--Izuku doesn't look as Shouto slides his underwear off, and he seems to make a point of covering himself, so Shouto follows suit, not about to make him more uncomfortable. However, he's also not going to let Izuku pull too far back at this juncture in time or get too lost in his head again. Not after what they've just shared. No regrets about it, right?

"Tissues are fine for now," he answers, taking the box from Izuku and setting aside his soiled shorts. It only takes a moment and a few tissues to finish cleaning himself up enough to be comfortable, and as soon as that's done, he's turning back to Izuku, pushing his hair back out of his face as he sits up, not shy in the slightest about his state of undress.

"You okay?"

"You so did," he says lightly, taking note of the pretty immediate shift in posture from him. He smiles, a fond little gooey expression of a thing, hugging his knees toward his chest to expel a bit of nervous energy. He keeps his eyes on them as Shouto cleans himself up, tangling his ankles up and piling his feet on top of one another. He still doesn't look specifically uncomfortable, maybe just a little nervous, but the entire time that same smile stays glued to his features.

As Shouto sits up he lifts his head and the smile fades, though not for any specific loss of happiness-- he's just... stunned. His expression goes mostly slack, watching him sit up and push his hair back like that, watching how comfortable and mellow he looks, and realizing that somewhere along the line he'd leapt directly over caring about him as a friend, and barreled pretty headlong into falling the fuck in love with him. His breath catches and he nods, chirping a quiet "Yeah," under his breath and sitting forward on his knees to reach out.

He doesn't hesitate like he might normally, reaching right to him and threading one hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, scritching blunted fingernails there gently and letting another soft smile melt his features.

"...yeah, I'm great." And also gay. "Um, I-- before... Before we do anything else, maybe... I feel like we should... figure some stuff out." Oh, so it looked like maybe he wanted to determine boundaries and what they were before they had another wank session.

He feels a tiny touch of concern seeing the way Izuku balls himself up like that--ankles crossed, arms wrapped around his knees, like he's shielding himself--but the smile on his face is reassuring enough that it's only a touch. Maybe he's just nervous. That would be totally understandable, considering everything.

And nerves are also what he writes that following expression off as. The way Izuku's face goes slack, the way his smile fades as he stares at Shouto, eyes a brilliant green. He's got such pretty eyes. Those eyes, and the freckles that don't just sprinkle his cheeks, but cover the rest of him, too. Shouto might be staring just a little in return, a strange fluttering in his chest, eyes soft as he tilts his head almost in question. Not in question is how he's going to respond to Izuku moving towards him, though. Of course that's welcomed, encouraged, and Shouto runs his hand along Izuku's arm, leaning into the reassuring stroke of fingernails against the nape of his neck. It feels so nice. Not just the touch; all of this. That smile on Izuku's face, the contact, the closeness. How could he feel nervous about any of this?

"....Right."

Ah. That's how. Shouto's heart does a small somersault as Izuku says those words. Right right. Figure some stuff out. Because...well, that's probably a good idea. Nothing to be nervous about. It makes sense, after all.

Shouto's smile fades a little, a more serious look sliding onto his face as he watches the other boy. Fingers trace small patterns on his bicep as he considers a moment, unwilling to give up the small contact even as they're talking about this.

"So--where do you want to start? I know we're both guys, so--that might be a little weird for you, I guess." Maybe? He doesn't know. He's sort of making this up as he goes along.

It's more reflex than it is specifically defensive, at least. He's spent so much time constantly having to default to defensive action because he had no offense that he doesn't even think about it when it comes to moments of a more exposing nature. But he crawls out of it easily enough when he moves forward, and when he settles again his posture is only slightly more open-- he's not folded in on himself, though mostly because being as close to Shouto he can't, really. Instead, he lays his legs to the side so they're hip to hip, and keeps his hand in his hair. Shouto's fingers tracing against his skin definitely make him shiver, just slightly, and the hair on the back of his neck stands up while the rest of him breaks out in goosebumps, but he laughs anyway.

"Doesn't matter that we're both guys," he explains immediately. "I've never really cared about that, like... L--" He stops, clearing his throat and going red from his neck to his ears at realizing he almost just claimed Love is Love, and what a bomb that would be to drop. "Like who you like, your sexual and gender identity shouldn't really matter." Wow, okay, not a bad save, but now he's gonna be flustered the rest of this conversation. "I definitely like you a lot, I'm definitely attracted to you, um, I... guess that accounts for both romantic and sexual allure? Wow this is embarrassing."

He's not sure what exactly Izuku was about to say, or why he stumbles over his words, but he's too busy focusing on what he actually does say to question it--right now, at least. Maybe later he'll mull it over. Maybe later he'll think about other words that start that way, other things that could have been said, but for now, he's only going to focus on what's actually said. After all, he's still saying plenty, isn't he?

The press of hip to hip is nice, if a touch distracting, and Shouto's hand wanders up towards Izuku's shoulder as he listens, fingertips exploring his upper back, the shape of his shoulder blades. "I feel the same way. That is--" It's not exactly fair if he just says that, is it? If he just echoes him. Izuku should hear it. Shouto doesn't look away, eyes still strangely soft as he watches Izuku fumble his way through.

"I like you. A lot. As more than just friends. I think maybe I have for a while, even if I didn't know what exactly it was. And this--I really enjoyed what we just did. So, I guess..." He trails off briefly, biting at his lip as he searches for the correct way to say this, eventually opting for his usual blunt honesty.

"I want to do that again, but I think I'd like to do other things, too. Like--with our clothes still on." There's a hint of a smile on his lips, the smallest trace of uncertainty. "I've never been on a date before, but--I wouldn't mind trying it, with you. If you want to."

The color that creeps across nearly all of his upper half is stark against the constellation of freckles dotting his skin and the green of his hair, and for a moment Midoriya Izuku bluescreens entirely, his brain melting down his spinal cord and spilling into a puddle beneath them. His mouth falls open and he balks, and his eyes get hot but he reigns himself in-- he's done more than enough crying through this whole ordeal. It's instinctive, at this point, but he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath, pulling away only enough to smudge his hand over his eyes.

"For someone who got into UA on recommendations, you sure have a startlingly blunt way of saying things," he laughs, curling inward but smiling up over his hand. His eyes are still glassy, for sure, but that's just something Shouto will have to get used to. This is a particularly soggy steamed vegetable. "But... I'd like that. To do more things with you. With and without clothes."

Fortunately, after all the crying Izuku has done this afternoon amongst all of their other activities, Shouto is at least semi-prepared for the way the other boy goes all wide-eyed and watery, grabbing at his face and rubbing at his eyes, and he doesn't turn away or panic, instead letting his hand slide down the center of Izuku's back to rest at his waist and giving him a moment to pull himself together. Not that he's tired of Izuku's tears, or annoyed by it, or anything like that. This is just the kind of person Izuku is, and he likes Izuku a lot, which means...well, he'll wait. He can be patient.

Izuku doesn't cry, though; he's a little watery, but he's laughing, smiling as he answers Shouto. "I'm not sure what being blunt has to do with it, but I don't know. It's hard enough doing this kind of thing without just...saying what you mean. Or what I mean. I like you a lot. You should know that. And I want to do more with you. So I'm asking." Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Is there some other way to go about it?? This is the only way he can figure that makes any sense at all. But...hey, it's still a yes. Leaning over, Shouto places a soft kiss against Izuku's jawline, letting his lips linger there for a long moment.

"But...I'm glad you feel the same way."

He tilts his head just enough to the side to let Shouto have access to more than just his jaw if he likes, closing his eyes and continuing to smile.

"You're a lot more straightforward than I am," he mumbles, squirming closer to him again and mirroring his gesture by looping one arm around his hips. He's still a little bashful about looking him over, now that they're naked, and his ears go a little darker red. "...but, I've got a really dumb embarrassing question for you, actually."

Of course he likes. How can he kiss him just once, even now? After all, this is nice, and he finds he really likes the scent of Izuku this close, lips wandering across his jaw down along the side of his neck. He pauses as Izuku says something about a question, though, looking up at him quizzically. Dumb embarrassing question? Like he'd ever laugh at anything Izuku might possibly have to ask.

"You can ask me anything. You know that."

He makes a quiet little sound that is definitely along the lines of Interested as Shouto's lips travel down his neck, to the point that he's a little zoned out when he pauses and draws away. He picks his head up, making a vaguely curious sound and then chuckling.

"I've always been curious, but..." He reaches out and runs one hand through Shouto's hair. "I don't... like looking at people when we're changing or whatever, it feels invasive. Is it just the hair here that's two-tone?" He can't look him in the eye when he asks it, pink dusting his cheeks again, but he's got this giddy little smile on his face as the words leave his lips.

That's a nice sound. A distracting sound, and Shouto could easily find himself doing his very best to coax free more of them, letting his lips continue to wander, maybe even letting them explore further along Izuku's body. He wants to kiss every single one of those freckles he sees, to find them all with lips and fingertips. He wants to feel Izuku, and to share the warmth he feels inside.

It's a warmth that bubbles up as the other boy runs a hand through Shouto's hair and then asks that question, and Shouto blinks in response, a quiet sound of surprise slipping out. But he's smiling nonetheless, that slow, intent look that seems to be devoted exclusively to Izuku these days. "Very polite of you," he murmurs, leaning into the fingers combing through hair still silky despite their recent activities. "But I don't mind if you look." After all, he's not shy. Especially not for Izuku. "It's not as evenly divided as the hair on my head, but..." Well, Izuku can see for himself: there's a faint trail of red very low on Shouto's torso that spreads, a swirl of white through it that interrupts the color here and there.

His continued wandering makes Izuku's breath catch-- there's a few specific spots in that trajectory that are especially sensitive, and even Izuku is just learning of them as Shouto finds them (where his jaw and ear meet, a scar that disappears over the back of his right shoulder about an inch from his neck, the inner curve of his clavicle), and he has to take a few breaths to steady himself and keep his thoughts above the belt. His face seems pretty solidly pink, now, with no sign of being less so, and it's equal parts embarrassment over his question and the contact from Shouto's lips.

He really, really wants to ask him to continue, but he has to focus on the answer for his question.

He lets Shouto's coaxing guide his gaze downward, and his face just gets pinker the lower he goes-- it's not even specifically that he's just about looking at his dick that's bringing a deeper flush to his face, it's just... All of him. Shouto has always been slim, but lithely muscular, and Izuku is true to his word that he doesn't like to look when people are changing or bathing. Japanese people didn't really have a concept of modesty in the same way as many other cultures, but he just didn't...

Oh.

His eyebrows raise.

"...huh," he breathes, tilting his head. "That's... actually really interesting to me, and that's probably weird."

Every time he finds one of those spots, Shouto makes a mental note. He wants to be able to find those, to focus in on them, to chase that blush and make Izuku lose the ability to do anything but offer those shivery little gasps and sounds. After all, why keep thoughts above the belt when they're talking about things below?

But he can pick back up on that in a moment. Izuku's looking, despite being the approximate color of a strawberry, and Shouto struggles just a little with keeping his own thoughts steady as he hears the thoughtfulness in the other boy's voice. "Is it? I mean, I think it's kind of nice you're so interested in me," he says after a moment, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Unless you think I'm weird." Which...maybe he wouldn't be wrong, but he's just teasing, really.

His expression scrunches, and he leans on one hand to move the other, laying it palm-flat on the space between Shouto's belly button and the denser area of hair there. He shakes his head, making a thoughtful sound.

"Not weird," he insists, briefly letting his eyes travel below the patch of hair and then looking away again, ears turning a much darker red for a moment. "...Mmmn, not weird at all. I'm just really interested in things I like, I wanna know all I can about them." He lets his little finger slide inconspicuously into Shouto's pubes, smiling slowly as he does. "Like... all. As much as I can." A pointed statement, perhaps.

Izuku's even adorable when he makes a face like that. Maybe more adorable, even. The way he relaxes by inches, no longer curling up and hiding, makes Shouto think of a plant slowly blooming. It's a thought full of affection, and he's smiling as he traces the line of Izuku's spine with his fingers.

Despite all the contact they've had, Shouto still can't quite help the way his breath catches as Izuku slides that palm across his lower stomach, and he leans back slightly to let the other boy have a little more room. Watching Izuku as he is, he definitely doesn't miss the way his eyes dip a little further then shoot away, and damned if that doesn't stir the very beginnings of a different kind of warmth. His eyes drift from Izuku's face down to the hand on his stomach as the other boy speaks, and as that pinky drifts deliberately down, Shouto finds his mouth going dry with anticipation.

"Well, in that case, I mean. I don't want to keep you from learning new things," he breathes, voice dropping into a slightly huskier range. "I really like how enthusiastic you are about it, honestly. Maybe we could learn something new together." Is this flirting? Is he flirting? Maybe.

The edges of his mouth pull wide for a moment and then his lips part from his teeth, nose scrunching up further as he laughs quietly.

"I'd like that," he breathes, twisting his wrist to run all four of his fingers through the dualtoned hair below Shouto's navel. "Learning together is a lot better than learning alone." Oh, this is definitely flirting. Really fucking nerdy flirting.

Shouto can't help the shiver that runs through him as those fingers search lower, combing through hair only a little coarser than that on his head. No one else has ever touched him like this, and to hear Izuku laugh and playfully answer, to know it's deliberate, and where their likely path is taking them--is it any surprise his body is already beginning to stir again? Izuku's a teenage boy, he'll understand. And maybe even feel the same way, if Shouto's got any hand in it. Which he will, very shortly, he thinks.

"Absolutely. Maybe we'll have to schedule some more study dates. It seems like it's a pretty complicated topic, might take a lot of research." The words are almost a breathy laugh as he arches slightly into the touch, leaning in towards Izuku and brushing his lips over that sensitive space where ear meets jaw once more. "I'm very dedicated, though. I'll work extra hard." You know what, it's fine. Nerdy flirting is a go.

He talks himself down from making an extra hard, huh? comment, humming instead and actually tilting his head to watch where his hand wanders. "Oh, definitely," he says with a not. "These sorts of things are impossible to find proper research on, you really have to do it yourself." He lets two fingers reach just past the end of the hair and stroke, almost absently, like he's curious about the feeling of the thinner skin over Shouto's nethers, and idly bites his lower lip.

"...I'll have to keep a closer eye on Aoyama and Mineta's schedules so we can time these study sessions," he adds, a thoughtful tone to his words.

How very considerate of him. Then, they're even, as Shouto refrains from saying something about not doing it himself being the whole point of this research. They're both nerds, but apparently even they have to draw the line somewhere--this time, at least. Honestly, it's hard to think at all, once those fingers continue wandering south.

Shouto's breath shudders from him with a sigh, a faintly voiced hum at the end of it as he lets his mouth continue exploring Izuku's neck and jawline. It's an encouraging sound, definitely, and Shouto shifts a little more--enough that he can let his own fingers reach across and slide over Izuku's thigh. He's not quite going for the gold yet, but, well. The touch should imply what he's planning on. "You could come up to my room, too," he murmurs, mouthing at that scar on Izuku's shoulder. "Sero and Satou won't mind. And Sero's usually down hanging out with Kaminari and the others when we have free time, so..." So is he asking Izuku to come to his room for a perfectly innocent study date during normal hours that will almost definitely not be an actual study date? Maybe.

"Sero-kun would suggest a sock on your door," he mused with a chuckle, leaning his head away to allow Shouto more access to his neck. His eyes slid closed at the existing attention and he made a soft sound, mostly a puff of breath, but let a smile tug at his mouth. "And it's not a bad idea, but I don't wanna be the one to explain to Iida-kun what that means."

Shouto's laugh is more of a soft huff of breath against Izuku's skin, his teeth grazing lightly, just enough pressure to feel. He likes that, he's finding; not enough to hurt, just enough to make Izuku's breath pause, his words distracted. "Is that what that means? Why a sock?" Seems a little silly...but then, honestly he's willing to try anything if it means more of this with Izuku.

His fingertips slide further, tracing a path up Izuku's inner thigh towards the join of his hip as his lips continue their own path, down along Izuku's collarbone, tongue flickering at the hollow of his throat to taste his skin. "Could convince him it means something else," he suggests, although it's half joking. "Like I've got a cold. Contagious, he shouldn't come in."

"I think the history of it is something l-- nnh," a startled sound bubbles up out of his throat at Shouto's teeth, his breath shaking as he exhales. "...um, the. When you... take off your clothes you leave your sock on the door to... Tell people, God, Shouto," he stays quiet, but his voice comes out a growl in his throat and his hand not exploring Shouto's happy trail reaches out and gripping his hip.

"You won't even get to do much studying, at this rate..." Listen, there is absolutely nothing wrong with them just giving each other rapidfire handjobs until they can't fucking see. A beat, and he frowns slightly. "And I'm not gonna lie to Iida about what a sock on the doorknob means, I don't think he's ever told a lie in his life and that makes lying to him like. A cardinal sin." Another face, and he's very clearly thinking too hard about this. "Plus you know he'd come in anyway, just armed with a surgical mask and Lysol."

Edited (i just keep adding to this one) 2019-11-19 09:29 (UTC)

It might be the first time they're doing anything like this, but Shouto can already tell that he's really going to enjoy doing that. Distracting Izuku, knowing he's the reason the other boy jumps and squeaks and gasps and loses his train of thought--there's a certain satisfaction in it, and it's more than a little bit of a turn-on. In fact, that part is definitely gonna be difficult for Izuku to miss. "I don't mind," he murmurs against Izuku's throat, bracing himself with one hand behind Izuku while his other explores the muscles of his stomach.

He does pull away for just a moment though, enough to look at Izuku's frown with the smallest rueful smile. "I know, I know. I wouldn't lie to him. I don't think I'd really do the sock thing. It seems kind of..." Public? After all, if everyone knows what it means... "I don't want anyone thinking about you like that," he finishes after a moment of thought, fingers wandering below Izuku's navel, perhaps seeking something similar to what Izuku's been doing with his hand. Anyway, it's true. People shouldn't be gossiping about what they want to do. Also, it's probably breaking like 6 school regulations. Although he wouldn't mind breaking some more, honestly.

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