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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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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.

He makes a sound not unlike a purr, shifting his hand lower with the notable interest from Shouto and gently curling his thumb and middle finger around him, curious. It's almost innocent, because part of him is just feeling and mapping out his skin, but given the location and the subtle grin on his face, it's obvious he knows exactly what he's doing. He licks his lips absently, shifting to press against Shouto's wandering hand.

And then he laughs, quiet and boyish, nose scrunched up and lips peeled away from his teeth. It's a happy sound, tinged slightly in nerves, but laughing helps to ease them so he lets his shoulders shake a little at the expense of Iida's potential horror over socks on doorknobs. "Think of me like what? Shoucchan, we just rubbed ourselves off in our underwear on my bed on a Sunday afternoon, nobody would be wrong for assumptions they make about me based on a sock on your door." His lips purse as Shouto's hand wanders lower, and his stomach tightens just slightly with nerves, but he doesn't protest, just chewing his lip shyly. "If I weren't already gonna have a hard time meeting his eyes for a week in class because I got off sitting on you on this bedspread, I'd even put one of my All Might socks on your door."

The feeling of those fingers encircling his arousal make Shouto's breath stop entirely, then slide from him in a shuddering sigh, a hint of a whine at the end. God. That's Izuku's hand on him, and that's Izuku smiling, arching into his touch, and that's Izuku laughing, a sound that just makes him want to do it again. Do all of this. He's such a combination of frank and shy, forthright and uncertain, and Shouto wants to learn what makes every part of him tick.

"I know we did, and I'm going to be thinking about that for weeks," he murmurs more than a little breathlessly, doing his best to keep his voice steady. "Maybe I just don't want other people thinking about you naked." Maybe he's...already in a little deeper than he's maybe realized. After all, that offer Izuku makes gives him a warm, fuzzy feeling that's entirely ridiculous, his heart feeling all gooey and soft. Shouto's smiling despite his protests, and he doesn't let any amount of nerves on either end stop his fingers from continuing their journey, exploring what hair he finds and then lightly caressing the delicate skin below.

"But I'm honored you're willing to sacrifice one of your All Might socks for the cause, anyway."

There would be plenty of time to figure him out-- there's a lot, and he's capricious about certain things, but mostly he's a teenage boy arguably discovering how to love one of his best friends, so it's a lot but it's all positive. He chuckles quietly in his throat, and that whine at the end of Shouto's shuddering sigh bumps him up a rung or two on the stiffy ladder, as well. He's pretty pointedly not looking at either of their dicks, still caught in some bizarre form of modesty for them both, but he shifts his hand farther down Shouto's length slowly, testing the waters.

His ears turn a sudden scarlet when Shouto admits to not liking the thought of anyone else thinking about him naked, and his smile is almost entirely nerves, but it's still a smile, and he cranes his neck to press his face into the crook of the other teenager's neck.

"It'd be a dead giveaway it was me, but now that you mention it, I dunno that I want anybody thinking about me naked, either?" But he's fine with talking about getting off in their underwear.

He is a lot. Shouto's already figuring that much out, at least. He's a lot, and it's confusing, and a little terrifying, but it's also exhilarating and he can think of few other things worth the effort he's willing to put into it. One day at a time, one conversation at a time, one...well, mutual wank session at a time, too, okay. Izuku deserves the effort, the attention, and also the orgasms.

If it helps any, Shouto also isn't looking down, but that could be because he's pressing his lips to the shell of Izuku's ear, shuddering as the hand wrapped around him shifts, stroking lightly and pulling what distinctly sounds like a whimper from his throat. His own fingers continue mapping the shape of Izuku's cock, tracing lines like he's memorizing it by feel.

"Make an exception for me? Because I'm pretty sure not thinking about this is going to be impossible," he murmurs, breath hot against the other boy's skin. Honestly, he's not sure he's going to be able to stop thinking about it for a while.

With as stressful as both their lives are, they both deserve the orgasms. What with Izuku's penchant for internalizing things, both out of necessity and just habit, he frequently forgets how to administer self-care, up to and including things of a masturbatory nature. He's just busy a lot, okay? He has definitely thrown himself into a cold shower and pinned a textbook to the wall to keep studying while the water calmed down a raging boner. Being sixteen with a high sex drive and too many things to do to actively seek out a relationship was suffering, okay.

Through combination of Shouto's lips against his ear, the fingers ghosting along his steadily hardening erection, and the whimper from the hero's throat, Izuku makes a sound of his own that is much less soft and wanton than Shouto's, a husky groan accompanying a shift of his hips to encourage Shouto's hand. He goes still, for a moment then, taking a moment to just breathe even if his chest is heaving with every breath. He forgets to curb a second one at Shouto's question, his spine bowing outward to force more friciton from Shouto's hand and a smile curving his lips.

"Are you saying I'm in your spank bank now, Shoucchan?" His tone is playful, but his voice is thick with want, his hand taking a more measured approach at stroking Shouto. His mind was racing like his heartbeat, full of terrible thoughts of debauchery, wondering if Shouto would make those whimpering sounds more if he stroked him faster, if he preferred a tighter or loser grip, what part of him was most sensitive. He twists his wrist, loosening his hold almost entirely and just trailing his fingers up the underside of him, swiping a thumb idly over the head when he gets to it. His face is still firmly buried in Shouto's neck, but that also means Shouto can feel how his breath stutters frequently.

Well, if he wants more friction, who is Shouto to refuse him? Although it might be fun to keep teasing, he thinks, to see if he can work Izuku up to the point where he just pins him again and does that thing all over again. Someday. Eventually. Maybe next time. Definitely not right now, with the way Izuku groans and shifts under his touch, arching forward into his grip. And definitely not with the way his voice sounds saying Shouto's name like that. His hand shifts almost before he thinks about it, fingers wrapping around Izuku and giving an experimental stroke, slow and easy. They're both on the same page right now, though they don't really know it. There's so much to discover here, and he's ready to spend hours figuring out as much as he can.

"You say that like I'm not going to be in yours, too," he answers, and there's the trace of a laugh in his voice that's caught as those fingers trail up the underside of his length, teeth finding first his lip and then Izuku's earlobe again as he bites back a moan. He can feel himself twitch under the touch, delicately light and almost maddening, and it's so tempting to do the same back to Izuku. Maybe that's why instead, he takes the opposite tack and keeps his grip around Izuku solid, but the pace slow. "Tell me you aren't going to be thinking about everything we're doing right now every time you're alone."

Bold words. Especially for someone who's never done anything like this before. But Izuku's always brought out something of his competitive nature, hasn't he? And there's a not-inconsiderable part of him that's wondering if his words, huskily whispered against Izuku's skin, might get him another of those delicious bluescreen moments.

"Maybe not every time," he breathes, body pulled taut like a tightrope as he tries to stay still and not shift into Shouto's hand. "I've got to study for this oh-so-prestigious academy we go to, after all." Leave it to Izuku to bring up academics when someone was trying to talk dirty to him. He mashes his forehead into Shouto's neck, regardless, squashing a sound in the back of his throat. "But probably like, two out of three."

"Guess I'll have to try harder, then," he answers, the faint sound of laughter edging his voice as his hand continues its slow, steady stroking along Izuku's length. The words are almost casual, like he's completely unaware of what his hand is doing, and that's perhaps a little intentional, too. It's nice to discover this new thing along with all the others, that they can tease and joke even while working each other back to arousal and closer with every inch to yet another orgasm. It's strangely comfortable, even as it makes every nerve ending tingle. "Then again, I guess I could settle for two out of three. Otherwise I wouldn't manage to actually pass any classes, either. What about...mm...strip pop quizzes?" That's a thing, right? Or it can be a thing? Who says they can't use libido to incentivize learning, too?

"Two out of three is a lot, don't be greedy," is Izuku's mumbled reply, pressing his face further against his neck. "But now you're going to overtake our English studying with filth and debauchery and we'll both fail," he's teasing, his tone pointedly overdramatic. "What then, Shouuucchan? What then."

The dramatics earn him a laugh from Shouto, husky and warm as he leans in in turn, mouth pressing a series of kisses against Izuku's neck up towards his ear again. "Mm, pretty sure Yamada-sensei would give you a passing grade for learning a word like 'debauchery,'" he teases in turn. "It's good vocabulary. You'll save both our grades. And then I'll have to repay you." With more of this, obviously. What? It's a good plan. 10/10, approved.

He grumbles something to the effect of talking about teachers being entirely unsexy, shifting his hands to press Shouto's hips into the mattress and then shift his whole body to sit on him again, hair somehow even messier than its default state.

"You'd think I'd get off to talking about academics, with how much of a nerd everybody thinks I am," he offers loftily. "But I'm actually just kind of a physical person with this sort of thing. Not to say intelligence isn't hot, but." He leans down and kisses Shouto soundly, drawing away to lick his lips. "Less talking about school."

Izuku certainly won't get any complaints out of Shouto over the change in position, or the change in topics. In fact, he's having a hard time remembering what exactly he was talking about before, with the other boy looking like that, all disheveled and pink-cheeked.

"Pretty sure you started it," is his only protest, and even that is more faint and teasing than anything else as he leans into that kiss, hands sliding over Izuku's thighs and up his back. When he finally pulls back, lips parted as the other licks them, his eyes are hazy, and more than a little distracted. "Mm, no argument here. Less talking, more kissing." It sounds a little silly. He sounds a little silly, whimsical and slightly dazed. Not very much like himself at all. But who could blame him? He's got a gorgeous naked boy in his lap looking down at him like that, kissing him like he's the only source of oxygen, and currently what feels like a considerable amount of the blood in his body is somewhere south of his navel for the second time in as many hours. Reaching up, he plunges fingers in those green curls, pulling Izuku in for another kiss, shifting slightly to eliminate as much space from between them as he can.

"Yeah, well I'm ending it too, then," he laughs, bumping his nose into Shouto's and staying there a moment. "You'll just have to deal with two out of three." Shouto's hands snaking up his thighs and to his back cause an involuntary shudder to run through him, and he grits his teeth before draping back against him. Sure, they were being lewd and sexy, but that didn't mean they couldn't also cuddle a little. The hands in his hair earn Shouto a pleased little sound, and he shifts to take a bit more control of the kiss as it happens, biting his lower lip.

"I keep sitting on you," he mumbles when he draws away, worrying at his own lower lip. "Sit up with me? I have an idea," Which, given how he's raking his eyes down Shouto's body, that Idea probably has everything to do with the same heat below his navel he's sharing.

There's definitely no law against also cuddling while being lewd, and frankly if there is Shouto's more than happy to break it. He's still not even sure how any of this is possible. It certainly isn't something he thought could happen, and there's a part of him that still feels like it might be a dream. He's had dreams...well, not exactly like this, never this good, but dreams in the same category before.

But he can feel Izuku's weight on him, and he can smell the faint scent that's a combination of sweat and soap and Izuku, and he can feel those teeth catch in his lip, pulling a pleased purr of a sound from his throat at the sensation. This isn't a dream, or if it is it's the most real dream he's ever had.

"I don't mind you sitting on me," he answers when Izuku pulls back, eyes still half-lidded. It's not a protest, really, just an answer, as honest as he always is. It's nice, looking at Izuku on top of him. "But if you've got an idea..." He hasn't had a bad idea yet, so Shouto isn't going to protest now. Stomach muscles tensing (and only partially from exertion, more than a little because he can feel those eyes on his body as if they were hands), he sits and moves as Izuku's directing.

"Mm-hmm," he breathes, and the sound is throatier than he intends but it's happened, it's out there, there's nothing he can do about it. His freckles are more pronounced when his face gets hot, so there's that little tidbit of extra eye candy for Shouto's perusal.

When Shouto sits up, Izuku scoots backward just a touch, leading to him sitting between Shouto's legs with his thighs resting on the other's, folded up over him and his ankles nearly crossed behind his hips. Deciding this is no time to be shy, he finds one of Shouto's hands and brings it between them, scooting forward until he can encourage Shouto's hand to take hold of both of their teenage erections, kind of sandwiching them together. He doesn't make a sound about it, but his mouth opens with the added contact, and he bites his lip again, raising his eyes to Shouto's to ask for approval.

"...mm, it's... a little much, but." But it would probably get them both off fast enough that neither of them beats the other in wanking off with their own hand alone.

Better believe that he's going to enjoy that, too, thanks. He really is more than a little partial to Izuku's freckles, the way they cover not just his cheeks but also his shoulders, his thighs, and...well, he'll see about the rest later. Very later, other things to do right now as Izuku shifts around and takes his hand, lowering it to--

"Mmn--"

The sound is absolutely wanton, a bitten off whine as Izuku presses them both together, wrapping both his and Shouto's hands around their lengths. Yeah, it's a little much, but he's not complaining at all as he opens hazy eyes to meet the other boy's gaze, heated and intense. He should say something, before he loses the ability, right? Right.

"No, it's--it's good, it's fine, just--"

Just as he shifts his hips a little experimentally, stroking both of them together, maybe it is a little much, because there goes his ability to speak coherently at all. Whoops.

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