Tododeku
Plot?
Maybe
Nsfw?
Definitely
It all started probably three months previous.
Satisfaction and relief didn't come easily to the young pro hero. He's tried with several partners and nothing has helped.
Sex was supposed to come with great release. Tension and stress was supposed to subside for the duration of pleasure.
However, no matter who he was with, no matter how long, short, what they did, Shoto Todoroki could not find the relief or the satisfaction he had been promised.
Apparently his partners did, but his mind was still so... Busy. So muddled.
Then he bumped into his dear friend from U.A. on a shared mission. The greenette was as bouncy and lively as ever, the brightest of grins never once leaving his face.
Just being around the shorter pro brought Shoto a sense of calm.
Shoto started asking Izuku out to just hang out after not really seeing each other in so long.
He hadn't realized it, but his old feelings for the greenette were steadily resurfacing. Feeling he had pressed deep down back in high school and their early side-kicking days.
Then there was the class 3-A reunion.
Drink and dancing all around, nearly overwhelming the quiet, stoic man.
"Hey, Sho!" Izuku founced over, cheeks tinted pink with a drink in his hands. "Hey, you alright? You're not looking too great?" He raised his hand and felt the younger's forehead.
Shoto sighed and gently took his hand away. "I'm okay, Midoriya. Parties just aren't really my thing. I might just head home."
Midoriya pouted slightly, but then trodded after him. "I'll come with. I'm definitely drunk and should catch a taxi or uber or something."
The duel quirk user chuckled and walked with him. "Why don't you crash at my place?" He mused, semi-jokingly.
The greenette tilted his head. "Would your girlfriend be okay with that?"
"We split the other week."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Izuku quickly piped up, grabbing Shoto's left arm.
Startled, Shoto looked down at him.
"I feel so bad. Was it a babd break up? Was is mutual?"
"Mutual."
Izuku sighed in relief, dropping his head on Shoto's shoulder.
Shoto couldn't help but stare bewildered down at him. He knows Izuku wasn't bothered by his left side, but with so long of his partners hesitating to touch that side it was unfamiliar.
But it was nice.
The taller began to relax, a hint of a smile on his lips. He did convince Izuku to stay at his place and they talked on Shoto's couch for an hour.
In that hour, Izuku was the only thing on his mind. The man sitting beside him with his sparkling eyes and abundance of freckles brought this peace over the younger.
