Departing from his classroom, Midoriya heaved out a sigh of relief before thrusting one of his hands through his curly locks. As his other classmates were ambling out of the classroom, Midoriya waited patiently for his tutor/best friend from highschool, Todoroki.
Peeking inside, Midoriya was able to get a glimpse of him chatting to their professor, "Probably about the guy next to him that was trying to cheat on his test," Midoriya thought and leaned on the entrance of the door with his hand placed over his small, plump lips with his thumb tracing over it. The ends of his green sweater covered his whole hand yet what could only be perceived is his finger tips; as he rubbed his lips, the fabric from the sweater tickled against his chin, sending a small wave of blithe pleasure.
Midoriya's alluring jade green eyes landed onto Todoroki, scrutinizing his figure as he is dressed immaculately like usual; not a strand of hair out of place; not a single tear or stain on his clothing.
The smaller male knew that because of Todoroki's admirable sense of fashion, mannerism and keen intellect that most of the girls (if not all of them) were heads over heel for him. In spite of that, Midoriya ponders that it's more than just that-his last name is what stands out, something that Midoriya found to be quite irritable.
They knew he was the son of, Endeavor, the one and only "Flaming King" that seems to have everyone wrapped around his self-conceited finger mostly because of his quirk, money and popularity. It's hard to not notice them with all of the magazines littered around.
But Midoriya can't blame them for wanting Todoroki for he, in fact, thinks the same way that the other girls do.
He always finds himself caught in those captivating irises that flashed furtively, a ray of light always seeming to bounce off of his flawless skin, giving his complexion an alluring hue, his hair obsessively soft and his lips looking too intimidating that Midoriya couldn't help but wonder how soft it felt when on his skin.
"Wait, what am I thinking!?" Midoriya thought and patted his cheeks, feeling how hot they were; that burning sensation that unconsciously crept on him was forming a cherry red hue on his cheeks that was very apparent even from a few meters away.
"I-I'm dating Kaachan, why would I be thinking of Todoroki like that?" Midoriya cupped his cheeks with his hands, rubbing them against it to dwindle the burning yet the more he thought about Todoroki, the more the burn amplified.
"Midoriya, are you okay?" Todoroki inquired, startling the shorter male who slightly jumped, "T-Todoroki-kun..."
Midoriya pressed his hands firmly against his cheeks to not disclose them to the older male, his expression becoming more timid than usual and Todoroki was able to easily discern it.
Before he could talk, Midoriya flashed him a radiant closed-eye smile, "I'm good!" He exclaimed exuberantly before removing his hands from his cheeks and locked them together in front of him; his cheeks only slightly red.
"Good then," Todoroki said and exchanged that warming smile of Midoriya's with one of his own, yet slightly smaller. Even though that's all he can manage, Midoriya appreciates it.
"Tonight we celebrate for finishing our exams," Todoroki began moments after they departed from their classroom and down the long, vacant halls of the prestigious academy. Midoriya nodded as he adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. "Where do you suggest we celebrate?" Midoriya questioned.
Todoroki clicked his tongue, silence engulfing between the two but was cut short when Midoriya giggled at the taller male's cogitated expression knowing that he was thinking way too hard.
"It can be something simple like...a movie and snacks or even studying for impending tests,"
"You make it seem like we didn't take finals today," Todoroki responded, leaning a hand towards Midoriya and pinching his side softly but Midoriya emitted a playful whine. "Todoroki-kun~ that actually hurts,"
Todoroki rolled his eyes playfully before draping his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, "I don't understand why it's difficult for you to think of something, I mean don't you and Bakugou go on dates?" Todoroki inquired. Midoriya's expression wavered slightly, his attention averted and down at the floor.
"I mean..." The freckled make began apprehensively before chuckling, "the last time we went on a date was that day in summer before I had to pack and come here,"
"...that was two years ago, Midoriya,"
Midoriya felt his cheeks becoming flushed and tried to sink his head further down in the collar of his fluffy, oversized sweater.
"I-I know..." He mumbled under his breath sheepishly.
~~~
In his dorm room, Midoriya sat at his studying area that consists of a comfortable chair, a desk suitable for his size, a small lamp and his alarm clock.
His laptop laid open whilst displaying a slightly dim screen of a lesson of the next science class that he'll take for his last semester at AU University before graduating. Wanting to get ahead and get familiar with some of the material was something he did even before he got into University. His roommates of course call him a nerd for staying huddled up in his room and doing whatever work he can get his hands on despite there being no upcoming tests or even when they have a small break.
As he scribbled in his journal, he was able to detect his phone in the corner of his eye and unconsciously stopped writing the more he looked at it. He bit down on his lip, cogitating on whether or not he wanted to call or text Bakugou.
He reached over to his phone and searched up his contact. When he came across it, he was able to scrutinize the contact photo: him smiling from ear to ear and showing off the peace sign with his index and middle; Bakugou with his left arm wrapped securely around Midoriya's waist, showing off the peace sign with his free hand; expression warm and welcoming.
Seeing the picture made Midoriya's smile widen.
The distance relationship has been pretty smooth but abruptly, Bakugou stopped texting back. Midoriya always questioned himself what rock they bumped into for their relationship to become this bumpy but even trying to pry Bakugou to answer his phone wasn't helping.
"He probably blocked me on accident or is too busy with his work..." Midoriya thought but he should know better than to think like that. His smile diminished and he placed his phone face forward on the desk.
"What's going on with you, Kaachan?"
~~~
Todoroki was in his dorm room preparing for his and Midoriya's night of fun: bringing out some movie DVDs he bought from the store and preparing snacks while having to clean up the trash his slob of a roommate left behind before departing onto a plane to visit his family.
Todoroki grimaced when picking up a box of pizza and saw a slice with mold forming onto the pepperoni. "Fetching," Todoroki said sarcastic and burned the box until ashes remained.
He was at least grateful to have the room to himself and as he finished cleaning up and preparing everything, he changed into a comfortable attire: a grey long sleeved shirt, plaid joggers of red and black and white socks.
As if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door that knocked in a certain way that Todoroki was well accustomed with. When finding out that only him and Midoriya was going to UA University, they both developed a special knock to know if it's one of them at the other's dorm room. They both even had their own handshake and of course, met at a certain time and place to study together.
Todoroki went to the door and swung it open, revealing the shorter male in his pajamas as well: a long sleeved green shirt, plaid joggers but his consist of green, white and black and white socks. A backpack that was smaller than his usual one was strapped around his small frame. "I brought extra snacks with me in case we get hungry and bought the new mortal kombat game for both of us to play!" He exclaimed, full of alacrity.
Todoroki emitted a small chuckle before letting the freckled male in who effortlessly made himself at home.
"What do you want to do first?" Midoriya inquired. "I was gonna ask you that," Todoroki said and sauntered towards the couch. "What about that new video game you was talking about?"
"Okay!" Midoriya beamed and got down from the couch and started to place the disc in the gaming system.
"We have the place to ourselves so no need to repress your inner demons when I beat you," Todoroki snapped, grabbing onto one of the controllers.
"Oh please, I'll be able to beat you this time!" Midoriya said optimistically. "And no cheating!" He added.
"It's not called cheating, it's called having skill," Todoroki responded before flicking Midoriya softly in his forehead.
"Ah~ that's a good one to use against Kaachan," Midoriya said as he grasped his controller in his hand.
"Mhm," Todoroki mumbled as the two began to select their characters and start their fight. However, it wasn't until a good few matches later when Midoriya was close to losing it and right when Todoroki was close to beating him for the umpteenth time, Midoriya powered off the gaming system.
"Midoriya!"
"So, tie game?"
Todoroki rolled his eyes playfully,"don't be a sore loser just because I beat you seven consecutive times," he said as Midoriya huffed, "You only won because I let you,"
Todoroki playfully tipped Midoriya over on his side and smiled when he heard a shriek erupt from him.
For the rest of the night, Todoroki and Midoriya has been pigging out on snacks, binge watching action movies and playing board games with each other. It was like the two males were in their own world of fun for only them two to enjoy-their smiles stretching as far as it can go, their eyes glinting with amusement and their fits of laughter that burned their core.
They both didn't want the fun to stop but of course, even the best moments have to come to an end. Todoroki was passed out on the couch, the tv volume on low with one of the movies playing.
On the other hand, Midoriya was up in Todoroki's room, pacing back and forward while staring down at his phone. He's been up for a while now, calling and texting Bakugou to inquire him about their relationship status. So far, Bakugou has yet to respond.
"His phone could be broken or even stolen Izuku, don't try to fret about it," Midoriya assured himself. "He's probably stressed out and needs a break and prying won't make things better-"
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of the knob twisting and whipped his head around to see Todoroki step in, his expression showing apparant features of fatigue: droopy eyes, small yawns and leisure movements.
"Oh...Todoroki-kun, I-I was just about to head to sleep pretty soon,"
The weary make walked over to the shorter male in a tranquil manner, cupping his cheeks in his hands and caressing them softly with his thumbs. "It looks like you've been crying," Todoroki pointed out, making the curly-haired teen more alarmed.
He was too caught up in his relationship to even notice that he was tearing; he doesn't even remember getting too sentimental about it but then again, he is the emotional type. "O-oh, I haven't realized," he mumbled incoherently, averting his gaze from the taller male.
Silence had fell between the two, Midoriya too timid and embarrassed to move from the warmth of Todoroki's hands, yet too shameful to come to terms with reality. "Stop texting, Bakugou, if he hasn't responded to you over the last few months, what makes you think he'll respond now?" Todoroki quizzed, his expression and tone altering into something more cold and malice.
This wasn't anything new to Midoriya since he actually seen this side of him a few times in highschool but it's been a while and being able to detect it first hand in university, Midoriya couldn't help but feel a bit frightened.
When Todoroki didn't hear Midoriya utter anything, he took the opportunity to speak again, "Midoriya, you need to face the fact that a long distant relationship isn't working out for the both of you,"
Midoriya felt his blood seething within his veins; his teeth gritted and his hands clutched into fists. "S-shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!" He yelled in indignation, snatching himself away from Todoroki's grasp. Even with all of the building hatred he had for Todoroki at the moment, he knew that he was right. He just didn't want to hear it from someone other than him.
"Kaachan wouldn't...we've been best friends for so long..." His voice trailed off as he had a loss for words. Todoroki realized how much pain was inflicted on Midoriya, his facial features disclosing it all, and felt guilty for seeing him like that and being in the position he was in right now. He had no right to intervene in their relationship and shouldn't presume anything without confirmation or even the most diminutive evidence.
He knew he shouldn't have been that stern with him but it seemed like Midoriya was just too blind to see what Todoroki saw, however, the heterochromatic male might be even blinder.
The two didn't exchange much words after that and went to sleep trying to forget the event. Even a few days later, Todoroki noticed how distant Midoriya has become and couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. He never texted him, went over to his dorm room, or even wanted to study on new lessons for their classes to stay ahead. He didn't even spot Midoriya in places that he is well accustomed with, like the library, auditorium, or at the small, quaint cafe next to the cafeteria.
Todoroki frowned as he stared at Midoriya's contact number absentmindedly before jabbing his phone in his front pocket. "He'll get over it eventually," Todoroki thought as he skimmed his new schedule, noticing that he had psychology for an hour. He took a seat at the top area of the auditorium like room that looked big enough to fit about two hundred students, if not more. Once the professor greeted himself in an uncannily sincere manner, he began to go over the course lessons that they'll be learning for the duration of fourteen weeks.
~~~
"Fucking hell," an inaudible voice groaned as the figure twisted under his fluffy blue blanket to get comfortable. Comfortable in the warmth of his blanket, the dawning epiphany struck him as he bolted up from his bed and looked at his alarm clock seeing that he was about ten minutes late to his morning class.
"Fuck!" He growled and thrusted his hands through his disheveled blonde locks, encountering some of the tangles and wincing when he didn't realized one of his fingers were caught in a knot. The male stood up from his bed and entered the bathroom that is shared by him and his roommates. He entered and began to take a quick shower and brushed his teeth.
Seeing his reflexing in the mirror, the blonde's hair was slightly damp; the only thing that he wore as of now was a pair of baggy jeans and socks. A tattoo of a fire breathing dragon stained his right arm and his muscular built made him look all the more delectable. He was like eye candy for the ladies; some taking a liking to his audacious and brash side and other girls fawning over how he can be tranquil and gentle at times despite how intimidating and indignant he usually look.
Before he could put his shirt on, he was able to detect a certain redhead in the upper corner of the mirror in nothing but one of the blonde's shirts which was a black long sleeved shirt. His hair was shoulder length but also in a tangled mess with some strands out of place.
Despite that, he still emanated an enticing appeal that distracted the blonde.
The blonde smirked. "The more we keep this up, I may just get kicked out of the class for being tardy all the time,"
The redhead stuck his tongue out and responded with, "Blame the person that, quote unquote, wanted to go all night," while making quotation marks with both of his index and middle finger.
"You should blame yourself for being so damn cute," The blonde reprimanded jokingly before going over to the slightly shorter male, shirt still gripped in his left hand, and picked up the redhead who shrieked. The blonde's smirk widened when he was able to see a cherry red hue taint his cheeks.
"You enthrall me in more ways than one, Eijirou," he spoke in a soft tone that made the other male become more flustered.
"Are you even, Katsuki? I don't remember him ever being this kind and frankly, it's scaring me."
"If anything my roommates should be more scared, because of your constant moaning, I've went through four roommates in the past month,"
Kirishima smirked, "it's not my fault they couldn't handle it,"
With their faces mere inches apart, they pecked each other's lips a couple of times before Bakugou placed him back on his feet. "You should get ready for your classes; don't they start around this time?" Bakugou inquired while placing on his shirt.
"In about twenty minutes," Kirishima responded as he checked the time on his phone.
"Get dressed so I can take you, the walk will be grueling especially since it's pretty hot outside,"
Kirishima clicked his tongue together before getting ready to change into a set of clothes that he had brought over last night. As he was trying his sneakers in the small living room, a small wave of guilt washed over him when the thought of a certain freckled male came to mind.
His expression shifted into a frown, his movements more leisure as he imagined Midoriya's usual innocent and cheerful demeanor being shattered and disclosing a pained, heartbroken one.
He knew what he got himself into but in the end, will it all be worth it and what will he walk out with?
His thoughts were interjected when he felt a rough slap on his back and grunted. "Hurry the fuck up or you'll be late,"
Kirishima felt a small smile form on his lips but it quickly diminished. He didn't want to put a damper on things nor build tension between them both. He didn't want to put any more stress on Bakugou about wondering how to break the ties between him and Midoriya; as of now, his best option is to stay mute towards him. No texting, calling, dates or anything that'll make Midoriya's love for Bakugou grow immensely. Becoming more of a stranger to him will dissipate that tie and maybe Midoriya will realize and move on but it annoyed Bakugou to no end when he keeps receiving messages from him. He swipes them away and moves on.
Kirishima felt a small but slightly harsh pinch on his cheeks and winced. Looking up, he saw Bakugou all dressed and looking down at him with his usual stoically annoyed expression.
"Whatever's on your mind brush it off,"
"Easy to say but not to do," Kirishima said moments later and stood onto his feet when he finished tying the last lace.
"But it can be done...and although morning sex for you may not be enough for you to neglect the feeling, how about this, I take you out to eat with the condition of being a tad bit late to your morning class,"
"A date this early in the morning?" An unconscious smile took the form of the pursed ones; his eyes flashing vibrantly and sparkling animatedly and his skin glowing radiantly. "Really!?" He exclaimed as he clapped his hands together.
His bright aura was no match with that of the son; Bakugou feeling his eyes burn and brought his arm up to shield his eyes from his blinding aura.
"Yes, yes now come on or it'll be too busy and you'll end up missing all of your classes,"
"But it'll be worth it," the redhead beamed, pointing Bakugou's cheek before sauntering out of the dorm while the blonde rolled his eyes playfully and locked the door behind them.
~~~
Midoriya was in his morning class, introduction to communication, with a journal laid out in front of him that was covered in notes and a pencil gripped lightly in his right hand.
He jot down some notes and fixated his gaze on his professor's words as he stated some facts and lectured what was projected on the screen.
As he continued on, Midoriya's mind began to drift off as he tried to cogitate about something that'll make time fly. The lesson was becoming tedious and Midoriya knew that he at least grasp a vast majority of the content so he had no worries about being perplexed.
His grip on his pencil began to loosen as his hands move from his journal and began to tap lightly on the long chestnut table that he shared with a four other students. He sat in the third row from the professor, four rows from the exit.
He heaved out a small sigh whilst his glaucous jade eyes wandered around the big, immaculate room that peculiarly smelt of the doctor's office, the intoxicating smell burning his button nose. Midoriya turned to a blank page in his journal and scribbled doodles, made comics and made small green sparks form on his fingers after a small snap.
Now that he thought about it, blowing up the classroom will be a great distraction for him to leave and go back to his dorm room but his wallet doesn't have the sufficient funds for repair and he doesn't have time for sobbing when his scholarship gets revoked.
The male brought out his phone and placed it in his lap and began to send short and cute messages to some of his former classmates from class 1A. Some responded immediately, others responded a few minutes later or some didn't respond at all. Midoriya knows that his friends may be busy with juggling their social life, school and their jobs all in one day but sending them a warming message made his heart bloom fervently.
Midoriya was surprised to see that Kaminari has replied to him again yet it seemed that the subject has changed.
K: Are you and that explosive idiot still dating?
Typical Midoriya thought though the question was quite complex for him to answer. Bakugou hasn't checked up on him nor is he responding so was that his way of breaking up with him? It was pretty vague but then again Bakugou didn't confirm anything with him and responded with yes.
K: really???
K: that's quite weird then...
Midoriya arched a quizzical brow as he stared at the text, his curiousity piqued. He looked around and noticed that the professor was still giving his lecture, his eyes more fixated on a more troublesome group rather than the innocence of the freckled male. He looked down at his phone and responded, his fingers slightly tentative.
M: what's weird???
Midoriya began to grow apprehensively when Kaminari didn't respond immediately-the typing icon indicating that he was typing but then diminishing.
He turned his phone off and placed it aside of his journal, too anxious for his own good. Many questions began to flood his mind along with his body becoming intensely warm, his cheeks becoming flushed and his body slightly shaking uncontrollably.
His phone then lit up and vibrated in unison, his eyes flickering towards the device. He was too reluctant to answer let alone see the message.
Heaving out a stressful sigh, Midoriya snatched his phone and opened the message.
K: if you two are dating...then what's this?
Below the message was a picture of his boyfriend, Bakugou, and Kirishima kissing each other passionately on the lips, Kirishima's expression completely flustered than Bakugou's who's arms were wrapped securely around Kirishima's waist.
Midoriya felt his eyes go wide when perceiving the picture: his heart beginning to ache painfully, eyes beginning to flood with tears and his lip starting to quiver violently. He bit down hard on his lip to prevent a sob from escaping his lips; too hard that some blood sputtered out, a bruise forming.
He wiped away the tears that slid down his puffy cheeks and inhaled sharply before letting out a shaky breath.
Midoriya laid his arms out in front of him and buried his face in the wrinkles of his sweater, crying silently.
~~~
Todoroki winced and pulled back his arm when his right hand made contact with the hot pot that was boiling his noodles for his spaghetti. His hand had a bad reaction and he panicked and ended up turning it into a ball of ice.
He cursed under his breath and came to the resolution of going out to get some chicken instead. He heated up the pot before throwing the noodles away and went to his room and placed his red hoodie over him. He placed on a pair of slides, placed his key in the pocket of his jacket and went over to the door and swung it open to see Midoriya who held his hand up in a fist to knock.
This surprised the both of them as they stared attentively at each other; however, Todoroki was able to detect that something was off with Midoriya. He noticed that his eyes were red, his cheeks were stained with tears and what seemed like a busted lip.
Before he could say anything, Midoriya leaned towards him and embraced him in a tight hug. Clueless, Todoroki hugged back. The two stayed like that for a brief moment before Midoriya pulled away and looked up at the taller male with millions of tears already streaming down his cheeks.
This alarmed Todoroki who reached his arms up and cupped Midoriya's cheeks in them, using his thumbs to wipe the tears away. "What's wrong?"
After being told what happened and being shown the picture, Todoroki's blood was silently seething with animosity coursing through his veins and his eyes flashing with indignation. His left eye blazing flames and his right hand clenching into a fist and forming ice that began to cover it and rise up to his arm.
"He's dead." Todoroki muttered under his breath and stormed out of his dorm room and down the hall only to be pulled back by Midoriya.
"He's not worth it, Todoroki-kun,"
"That bastard hurt you and I can't just stay here and let him walk around alive with his arms around someone that isn't you,"
"Todoroki-kun," he spoke in a weak tone that made it seem like he was close to breaking down. "Just don't,"
Todoroki depict Midoriya's expression that was filled with sorrow; his eyes monotonous and his skin pale. Todoroki began to calm down as his flames and ice ceased yet the hostility in his veins still remained.
Midoriya wrapped his arms around Todoroki's waist from behind and buried his face in his jacket. "I can only apologize for not believing you earlier...I feel like an idiot,"
Todoroki cringed at his words and shook his head. "It was just an assumption, I never confirmed it," he began and released himself from Midoriya's grip and turned on his heels, looking down at the shorter male.
"Did you confront him about it?"
Midoriya shook his head. "I mean...it's not like he'll answer me," he said meekly while rubbing his left hand against the sleeve of his sweater.
Todoroki draped his hands in the pockets of his jacket and stared knowingly at the smaller male.
"Come with me,"
"Eh? Why? Where are we going?" Midoriya inquired as he watched Todoroki grabbed out his key and locked the door before sauntering down the hall. He rushed to Todoroki's side and clasped his hands in front of him.
"Out to eat, I froze my dinner and I'm starving," he responded. A small smile formed on Midoriya's lips and the two went out to enjoy their night together.
~~~
The sun's rays glowed brightly as they beamed down and through the window of a small yet popular cafe, bouncing off of the fair skin of a certain blonde and redhead.
"Nice isn't it?" Kaminari said as he leaned his right hand towards Kirishima who gasped in awe at the diamond engagement ring. "Very pretty,"
"Mhm!" Kaminari beamed with excitement and brought his hand back and grasped the mug in front of him and put it up to his lips where he took a small sip. "Sero and I was talking about whether we should move to the suburbs or stay here in the city,"
A warming smile took over Kirishima's lips, his red locks swaying back and forward flawlessly as he shook his head, "I could never leave the comfort of my home, I'm so used to being in Japan that going anywhere else will seem too foreign for me like trying to learn a new language,"
"I know but sometimes you have to make tough decisions just to live the life you want no matter how reluctant it may be,"
Kirishima chuckled. "That sounds weird coming out your mouth, you sure you're not going to the suburbs just to check out some girls?"
Kaminari felt his face becoming flushed and shook his head whilst ignoring Kirishima's taunting laugh. "Well being bisexual isn't easy; having to deal with girls questioning if your straight and guys questioning if you're gay-"
"A concoction of loving both genders is something I am not very keen on,"
"That's because you've been sucking dick long enough for you to know that you're gay especially to that idiot," Kaminari responded and stuck his tongue out in ridicule. Kirishima shrieked and felt the burn in his cheeks amplify.
"D-don't say it like that!"
"I just did," he rebuked playfully and added a small chuckle. Luckily not much people was able to hear because of the loud commotion of chattering but the few that stood by gave them perplexing and weird expressions.
They both gave apologetic expressions before they sipped on their cups of hot chocolate and exhaled heavily as the warm liquid set them in ease, relaxing them as both were placed in a nonchalant manner.
The aroma of the coffee shop was intoxicating as it floated around the atmosphere; the brew of sweet vanilla and honey mixed competently and the tasteful decorations made the café seem more appealing whilst complimenting the outside scenery of the sunny day.
"So," Kaminari began as he rest his cheek on the palm of his hand that laid on the sturdy brown table. "Graduation is coming up...was spending your four years with, Bakugou, everything you imagined in your little fantasy world?" Kaminari quizzed.
A small blush surfaced Kirishima's small cheeks, his eyes looking anywhere besides the devious one of Kaminari. "It was and I enjoyed every second of our time together,"
"Even though you was offered a full ride scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities, you denied it and went to a college that was near where Bakugou was going...pretty simple-minded of you don't you think?"
"I know...but I guess that's love but then again, I would never tell, Katsuki, that I was awarded a scholarship. It was my choice to stay by his side the best way I can and all I could say is that I'm glad that I was able to go through these four years with him with no problems or any breakups between us,"
"Speaking of breakups...Midoriya, have you heard from him lately?" Kaminari questioned. Kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "A few messages for me here and there but he suddenly stopped messaging Bakugou-"
"My hunch after you sent me that picture to send to him," Kaminari interjected and shrugged his shoulders. "But who knows anything could of happened," he added in a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, if Bakugou wasn't going to breakup with him then I had to do something! The guilt was gnawing at my insides for the past four years that I couldn't bare it much longer," Kirishima responded with remorse laced in his tone.
"So if he stopped responding he's either still heartbroken and living in complete isolation because he can't get over the fact that one of his best friends is dating his boyfriend or because he accepted the terms and moved on with his life," the blonde suggested. Hearing that made Kirishima slump down in his chair.
"I hope it's the second one," he muttered as Kaminari giggled at his reaction. "Forgive and forget, there's a reason that saying isn't completely dead," Kaminari said as he grabbed out his wallet to tip their waiter.
The two bid each other goodbye before departing from the coffee shop and went on their separate ways. As Kirishima trotted his way towards his own dorm, he felt his phone vibrating. When he withdrew the device from his pocket, he was surprised to see the least person he expected to call him: Todoroki Shouto.
He answered swiftly, placing his phone on his right ear. "Hey, Todoroki," he greeted courteously.
"Hey." His tone deep and monotonous as usual. "Do you feel accomplished for what you did? Betraying Midoriya by dating his ex boyfriend during our entire college lives; having sex relentlessly and going on dates while he stares at his phone for centuries awaiting for a call back,"
Kirishima gulped hesitantly. "I never wanted to hurt him if I did-"
"-of course you did...but he doesn't blame you or even that idiot for the affair, he blames himself for not being good enough, for not physically being there when he knew he should of. The pain was indefinite and shattered him into pieces but there's no point in either of you picking up the mess. I fixed him; picked up the shattered pieces and turned him into someone new. It's him, but new."
"T-Todoroki, I know we can't change the past and if there's anything you want Bakugou and I to do, we'll do it," he said in a generous, yet slightly hesitant tone. Unmanly of him yes, but it's Todoroki and just judging by the way he greeted him earlier, he knew he was pissed.
"I already told you that there was no point in you doing anything and even if you did try, I don't want you to alter anything that Midoriya and I have,"
Kirishima frowned. "What is it that you have?"
"Something that Bakugou used to have, something that he should of never gave up but don't worry, Midoriya is in good hands," and like that, the conversation ended. As Kirishima stood clueless about what had happened, Todoroki looked up from his phone and saw Midoriya running back to him from the beach water.
"Come in with me!" He said cheerfully with a lovely red hue painting his freckled cheeks. Todoroki gave a small smile and placed his phone in his bag and stood to his feet; shirt off disclosing his delectable six pack and red trunks.
Midoriya quickly looked away before his face can become any more red and got surprised when he felt arms wrap around his waist. He looked up and was met with those captivating heterochromic eyes, the ends of his lips curling up into a smile. Todoroki leaned down and placed a small kiss on Midoriya's soft lips, lips too irresistibly soft that it kept luring him back in for more kisses.
Once they finished their mini make out session, Midoriya felt his cheeks were still burning because they displayed their affection in public but it wasn't like Todoroki was gonna have a big reaction to it. "Who was you on the phone with?" He quizzed.
Todoroki's stoic expression wasn't wavered by the question. "Endeavor,"
Just hearing the name gave Midoriya goosebumps. "Is your father okay with this?" He inquired; Todoroki knowing that he was referring to their relationship. He gave him a small peck on the cheek and started leading the way to the water.
"I don't care if he likes it or not, his words won't change my view of our relationship," he said as Midoriya emitted a soft chuckle, his smile widening. They exchanged one last kiss before getting in the water and having a full day of fun.
Todoroki hates lying to Midoriya yet this lie he'll have to abide to. If Bakugou could keep his secret affair from them and their friends then they could do the same. Leaving Kirishima clueless and with some suspecting hints was all Todoroki could do but in the meantime, Todoroki and Midoriya's secretive love life began.
Midoriya's feelings for Bakugou remained submerged under his feelings for Todoroki and now the half-and-half male planned on treating him the way he should be treated so that he could live the fantasy he desires and very much deserves.
"I love you" Todoroki mumbled under his breath as he and Midoriya laid under the blankets of his bed naked and breathless. Midoriya smiled as he cuddled against Todoroki's chest, heaving out small breaths.
"I love you too,"