Pillow (TodoBaku)

Chapter 25: Repetition

(A/N: Since I have been absent for such a long period of time, I wrote an extra long one for you guys. It took me longer than anticipated to push this one out because I went through various phases of thinking about what I wanted to do with this book. This chapter was going to be a lot more explicit but decided instead to optimize the feels factor so that it feels like a relationship in which they are gradually falling more in love, and where it is not just solely about sex.

This was inspired by all the manga I read, which sometimes do not have a good storyline and are just sex pretty much. I love this ship too much to make their relationship that two dimensional. not trashing people who make one-shots or stories that are revolving around sex, I do that too, I just felt like this story would really benefit from a slow development[?] I don't know how to explain it, but anywho I hope you enjoy this chapter and here is to many more.) (I would say cheers on that but despite my experience with alcohol I am not at that legal age limit yet. Getting there though.)

~Chapter 25: Repetition~

>Todoroki's PoV<

Despite having been in his apartment before, I was overcome with a strange feeling - an anxiousness I wasn't familiar with, not full of dread but anticipation and an almost giddiness.

"Sit down, I'm making pasta."

I made my way to a stool at the bar island, across from where he would be cooking. I watched as he made himself comfortable in the kitchen, putting all of his groceries away, and putting on his apron. He put away kimchi, filets of fish, tofu, chicken, and a variety of vegetables in his fridge, taking out two different kinds of cheese, and butter. He seemed to have also bought some cooking sake, bonito flakes, and some sesame seeds. Once he put those away he took out some dry pasta from another cupboard. He paused as he seemed to process what he was doing, his hand going to scratch his head as he faced away from me.

My eyes naturally trailed down to his apron, the blue fabric hanging around his neck, then to his back, contrasting three blue with a black long-sleeved shirt, cinched tightly around his waist. I could not stop myself from starting, he was wearing khaki pants- those should be banned, khaki pants always outline his perfect figure, and now with the cinched waist combo, he was deadly.

The way the fabric moved-

I cleared my throat, "Do you have water by any chance?"

"Shit, sorry," he said, multitasking with the cooking and now grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

He placed it in front of me, staring briefly at my face, making me wonder if I was giving myself away, "You- don't fucking get ahead of yourself because of that."

His face became ruddy, and even as he turned I saw his ears clearly.

Because of what?

I analyzed him, thinking of what warranted that reaction.

Oh. I chuckled to myself, he said sorry. Just because of that huh. How cute.

I continued to silently watch him, finding myself admiring his physique and composition various times, the folds in his clothes, and the creases outlined him perfectly.

"Here I made something quick, I don't know how hungry you are but you look like you are fucking drooling," he said, placing the plate in front of creamy pasta in front of me.

"What is it?" I tried to distract the fact that he'd probably caught me ogling him.

He reached to set his dish beside where I was sitting, his forearm and bicep hugged beautifully by this shirt, then putting his apron on a nearby hook, "It's cacio e pepe, literal translation into cheese and pepper," he sighed, walking over to a stool, looking as if he were debating sitting at the one next to me or the one on the other side, "It's a traditional Italian pasta dish, wouldn't expect you to know about it."