Rooftop Kiss
Rating: T
Pairing: Todomomo/Todoroki x Yaoyorozu
Disclaimer: I don’t own My Hero Academia.
Word Count: 3k
Title: Rooftop Kiss
Description: Oneshot, fluff
Similar to the school festival, Class 1-A is in charge of hosting a school dance to allow students to destress and have some fun. However, Todoroki is dealing with unwanted input from Endeavor, and Yaoyorozu just can’t understand the logic behind having a dance right now. Both escape the planning to get some air and find each other alone on the roof, needing someone to talk to.
A/N: This is my piece for the @todomomo-mini-bang-2020 with Marls_Bars!!
ffn || ao3
Art by Marls_Bars on Instagram
Shouto
I can’t believe the school is having us organize another recreational function. I mean, the school festival was fun, and I definitely think it brought everyone’s spirits up, but after everything we’ve been through this year? Shouldn’t we be focused more on training our quirks and doing more to dismantle the League of Villains?
“What do you think, Todoroki?”
“Hm?”
I turn toward the voice only to find Sero and Kaminari holding up a hand painted rocket ship the size of a person.
“I thought the girls wanted a starry night theme.” I frown.
“They do,” Kaminari pipes up instantly. “But rocket ships fly through the stars, so I thought this would be a good idea.”
“Maybe you should run it by Hagakure first–”
My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, and I feel cold run down my spine.
“Hold on,” I mutter. “I have to take this.”
If I don’t answer it, he’ll only keep calling, and since I’d rather him not have called this time, that sounds like a nightmare.
“What do you want?” I ask into the phone, my voice sounding much cooler and controlled than I feel.
“Now, that’s no way to answer your phone.” His non-answer is filled with that threatening edge buried under false politeness. “I am your father, after all.”
“I’m actually in the middle of an important assignment, so if you just called to criticize my phone etiquette–”
He laughs over me, and my stomach twists. Why does everything have to be such a hassle with him?
“Of course not, Shouto, it was just a thought. I called because I want to go over your training schedule. I know your professors have their ideas, but I just can’t seem to let it go without reviewing their plans for you.”
“You mean without comparing and dismantling their plans?”
A bead of sweat drips down my left temple, and I swipe at it with my free hand. I’m frustrated enough as it is with this whole “school dance” thing we’re working on. I hardly need my dad stepping in to screw with my school work on top of it.
“You want to displace me as the number one hero, don’t you?” he asks, his voice darkening. “You want to be the top? If that’s the case, you’d be better off learning from me than from teachers who are required to train all of the future heroes. They don’t have your drive and goals and ambition in mind. Only your quirk.”
My hand balls into a fist and frost begins coating the outside of my jacket.
“I’ve already told you how I feel about your plan,” I remind him. “As much as I think I can learn from you, I also think my teachers have a lot of good insight. I’m going to continue following the curriculum laid out for me here for now.”
“Shouto.” The edge is sharper now.
“Please, don’t call me about this again. Goodbye, Dad.”
I end the call before he can lay into me again, barely resisting the urge to throw the device against a wall. I feel jittery and hot all over and like I need to freeze something or burn something. It’s so intense I think I might explode if I don’t—
“Todoroki, can you help us light some candles?” Uraraka calls from across the large room. “We want to see what they look like in these frosted jars.”
Releasing a slow breath, I feel control return to my body.
“Yeah, sure.” I start across the room toward the group of girls gathered around flowers and candles.
Maybe if I focus on the dance, I won’t have to think about Endeavor. At this point, anything is a welcome distraction.
Momo
After pulling on a large, comfy sleep shirt and some shorts, I hang my wet towel on a hook on my wall before sitting down on the edge of my bed where I begin brushing out my wet hair. I didn’t realize how helpful a hot shower could be on a day like this, but with all the party planning and decorations and the girls with their boy talk, I was feeling a little frazzled.
Just as I’m setting down my hairbrush, my phone dings with a text.
Ochako: Come to the lobby. The girls are having ice cream before curfew.
I start to text back a “sure thing, I’ll be right down” when I pause. If the girls are all together, it’s guaranteed the dance will come up as a topic of conversation, which means potential dates will follow it. The only girl with a date already is Jirou, who is going with Kaminari. (Of course, she hasn’t exactly said it, but I’m pretty sure she was the one who asked him.)
And it isn’t that I don’t want a date or that I mind hearing them talk about the boys. It’s just…there’s so much pressure to have feelings for someone and we’re in high school, and also there are other things I think we should be worrying about like our classes or our quirk training or the growing number of villains who would like to see us bloody and broken and are probably planning a new way to infiltrate the school while we’re deciding what flavor of cupcakes we should serve with the strawberry punch!
Boys just don’t seem all that important right now.
On the other hand, if I don’t go down for ice cream…they’ll probably just come up here. And talk about them then.
I sigh and send my original text back to Uraraka before grabbing a kimono and sliding into my slippers.
When I reach the lobby, Ashido is quick to scoot over on the couch to make room for me while Tsu hands me a bowl with two flavors of ice cream and a spoon.
“We have to remember to thank Todoroki,” Uraraka says as she adds a fresh scoop to her bowl.
“Why?” I glance between them.
“Oh, he froze the table so the ice cream wouldn’t melt,” Hagakure pipes up. “Then he went upstairs.”
“Has he asked anyone to the dance yet?”
I swallow my ice cream and fight the urge to groan.
“I don’t think so,” Ashido says conspiratorially. “Personally, I’d like Eijirou to ask me, though.”
“Aw! You two would be so cute together!” Uraraka squeals.
“Well, if his hair didn’t clash with your skin,” Jirou murmurs. “But that’s barely noticeable,” she says quickly.
“I like his hair,” Ashido sighs. “He looks so cool, and he has such a good heart too. He’ll be an amazing hero.”
“Do you have someone you’d like to go with, Tsu?” Hagakure angles her body toward our green-haired friend, and she looks down at her large hands.
“I have an idea,” she says, shrugging, “but he probably won’t ask me.”
“You can always ask him,” Ashido grins. “Right, Jirou?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Who is it?” Uraraka asks Tsu softly. “If you don’t mind saying.”
“Yeah,” I join in. “Maybe we can come up with a plan.”
I mean, even though boys are not at the forefront of my brain, I do like seeing people happy.
“I’d rather not discuss it really.”
“Oh, well that’s okay.”
No one pushes it, and it goes quiet for a minute before I notice Uraraka sneaking peaks at her phone and blushing.
“Is everything all right, Ochako?”
“What?” she gasps, her phone falling between her hip and the arm of the sofa. “I mean, yes. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Well, that’s not suspicious.
“Who are you texting?” Ashido asks innocently.
“Nobody,” she blurts. “I mean, not nobody, but no one…important.”
“Oh my God, is it a boy?” Hagakure bounces on her seat. “Which one?”
“Who is it? Tell us!” Mina leans in.
“Fine, it’s…” Her face goes up in flames as she averts her eyes from everyone else’s, “Bakugou.”
Everyone stares at her for a second.
“Um…why?” I frown, breaking the silence. “What does he want?”
“I think…he’s my date?”
“What!” Ashido screeches, reaching for the dropped phone. “Let me see!”
“Bakugou on a date?” Jirou cocks an eyebrow. “That…can’t be right.”
“I don’t know!” Uraraka moans. “He’s being all cryptic, and… I could be reading this all wrong. Forget I said anything. The dance isn’t for another week anyway, and we should go to bed. We have class and more preparation stuff tomorrow.”
“She’s right,” I announce, standing up. “There’s plenty of other things we should be thinking about that aren’t boys.”
“But boys are so cute,” Ashido whines.
“They’ll still be cute tomorrow, Mina. Besides, it’s almost curfew anyway.”
“I guess you’re right.”
We take a few minutes to split up the ice cream for our individual freezers and then head to our rooms for the night. I’m relieved no one asked me if I had a date in mind. I have no idea what I would say. I think it would be fun if we all went together as a group. Then we could have fun with boys or just with each other.
I sigh as I climb under my sheets, resigning myself to sleep. These are things I can worry about tomorrow.
Shouto
“Todoroki? Todoroki!”
“Hm? What?” I blink and turn to the girls who are staring at me in between sharing looks with each other. “Sorry, what was that?”
I try not to yawn around my words. I got next to zero sleep last night because my father wouldn’t stop messaging me about his plans for my quirk training and pro career and…a few other things I really could’ve done without ever knowing about, much less reading in a text at 3am.
“Are you okay?” Ashido asks, giving me a reproachful look. “You seem a little out of it.”
“I’m fine,” I snap, immediately regretting it. “I mean, I’m just tired,” I mumble. “What did you need?”
“We were wondering if you could help us out with the refreshments for the dance. Since your frozen table worked so well for our ice cream party last night, we thought it would be a good idea to have fruit and drinks and maybe ice cream sandwiches on frozen platters or something like that.”
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice coming out as exhausted as I feel. “That sounds fine.”
“Do I need to coordinate with someone specific for that?”
“Oh, well, Yaoyorozu is in charge of the drinks and snacks,” Uraraka chimes in. “But…I’m not sure where she is right this minute.” She glances around, frowning. “Did any of you guys see where she went?”
“I asked if she had a date in mind,” Hagakure says softly. “She got all flustered and said she had to get some air. I really wasn’t sure how to take that.”
“Well, she’ll probably be back in a little bit.” Tsu turns to me. “You can just find her later.”
“Okay. Cool.” I nod and start to walk off, though I have no destination in mind.
My phone vibrates again, and I feel my hands ball into fists. It continues vibrating, and I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to answer just to hang up on him. That or melt my phone in my hand.
“You okay, Todoroki?” Midoriya steps into my red-tinted line of vision.
“I just…need a minute,” I bite out before turning and walking swiftly to the door and down the hall to the stairs.
Students aren’t really supposed to go up on the roof, but at this point, I need the quiet and the peacefulness enough to risk punishment. Taking the steps two at a time, I throw the rooftop door open with more force than is necessary, causing it to bang into the wall.
I pause when I hear a gasp, and look up to see I’m not alone. Yaoyorozu is standing near the edge of the roof, turned back toward the door with a look of surprise on her face.
“Shit,” I hiss under my breath.
“Todoroki,” she stammers, her hand coming up to her neck. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” I shift my weight awkwardly. I mean, do I stay? I was trying to be alone. “I didn’t realize anyone else would be up here,” I continue.
“Me neither,” she sighs wistfully and turns her back to me, looking out over the campus.
“Is, um, everything okay?” I move closer to her, the door clicking shut behind me. “Hagakure said you were upset…because of a boy?”
Her face goes red, and I regret my words instantly.
“No,” she shakes her head. “I mean, she asked about my date, but I don’t have one, and I don’t really want one. I just…” She sighs and turns to face me. “I feel like this whole dance is just so risky. Like, I understood why the school festival was important—to raise everyone’s spirits and show the world we weren’t caving under pressure, but this is just…”
“A waste of time?”
“Exactly!” Her eyes widen. “I mean, shouldn’t we be focusing on training our quirks and studying, and getting as much hands-on experience under the supervision of the current pros as we can before we’re thrust out into a world full of villains who already have it out for us based solely on the fact we were students at UA?”
“Not to mention who our parents are,” I mutter.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just agree with you, that’s all.”
“It makes me so anxious,” she goes on softer, her hands coming up to rub her arms. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and if I think about it for too long I start to feel lightheaded and breathless… I thought I was going to start crying, actually, when Hagakure was talking to me earlier. That’s why I came up here.”
I swallow, and I reach up to rub the back of my neck.
“Have you, um, talked to Recovery Girl about any of this?”
She nods and takes a deep breath.
“She said it’s normal to experience anxiety after all the trauma we’ve been through. She mentioned medication and went over some breathing exercises and coping statements with me. I just wish… I wish everything would calm down.”
“I wish my father would calm down.”
“What?” She blinks and looks over at me.
“It’s not… My father has been harassing me about my quirk training,” I confess.
“He…probably just wants you to do well.”
I give her a small grin, and shake my head. “You’re too nice, you know that?”
“Well, what is it then?”
“My father…Endeavor,” I say acidly, “has my entire life planned out for me.” Down to the kind of quirk I should look for in a wife. As if I would ever do what he did. “No matter what I say to him, he’s convinced he’s going to take over my training and disregard anything he disagrees with that I’m learning at UA.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she whispers. “He’s really going to do that?”
“No,” I answer harshly, a fist forming at my side. “I refuse to be his puppet.” I sigh, and look at her directly. “I came to UA to learn how to use my quirk most effectively to be the best hero I can be, not just to show how powerful I am. I’m not like him.”
She nods, and I flinch when her hand touches my wrist.
“I know you’re not, Shouto,” she murmurs. “You have a kind heart.”
My fingers uncurl as hers slide down my palm, moving into the spaces between them. When I look down, her hand closes over mine, and I return the gesture without thinking.
“It’s getting dark,” she says softly. “The sun is almost down.”
“I hadn’t really noticed,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on our joined hands.
“We should probably go back in.”
She faces me, and my eyes jump up to hers. My stomach flips, and I feel pink heat my cheeks. Momo is really pretty. I noticed that the first time I saw her, I just…
“What is it?” she asks suddenly, pulling her hand out of mine. “Is there something on my face?” She reaches up to check, and I backtrack in a hurry.
“What? No,” I shake my head. “I, um, just, well…you said you didn’t want a date to the dance, and I wasn’t really planning on asking anyone either, so…what if we went together?”
“You…you’re asking me to the dance?” she echoes.
“Yes. If you want. Just…so you can tell the girls you have a date.”
“Oh, so…just as friends then?”
My stomach sinks with disappointment, and I shake my head again.
“Well, no, um…I mean, you don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to, of course. I just–”
“I would love to go with you,” she interrupts softly. “In fact, I have the perfect dress.”
“Oh, okay.” I start to turn away because my face is hot, and my hands are sweating, and…I feel like I’m using my fire quirk, except I’m not.
“It’s a date.”
I jerk when her lips brush my cheek, turning to watch her go as she starts past me. My hand shoots out automatically, grabbing hers and pulling her back to me.
“Todoroki? What are you?”
“Forgive me,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on her lips.
“What? Why–”
And then I’m kissing her.
Momo
I’m dreaming.
Because if I were actually and truly awake on a rooftop kissing Todoroki Shouto, my heart would stop beating, and I’d drop dead on the spot.
The kiss ends for a split second only for him to tilt his head a little and lean in again. This one is even better than before.
Wow, he tastes good. And his lips are soft. And…and…
This can’t be happening!
I push at his chest a little, and he instantly backs away.
“I’m sorry,” he rephrases his apology. “I just…needed to do that.”
I blink at him, one of my hands coming up to my lips, gently feeling them to make sure they’re real.
That I’m real.
That…this is all real and really happening.
“Yaoyorozu, are you okay?”
“That was beautiful,” I whisper.
Oh no. Am I going to cry? What is wrong with me!
“Well, um, good…” He nods, and shifts his weight, his hand fisting and unfisting at his sides. “We should probably–”
Suddenly, noise from the stairs catch our attention. Voices.
“They’re looking for us,” I murmur.
“We have to go,” he says, grabbing my hand. “If Bakugou catches us, we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Or any of the girls,” I add.
“You have a point,” he says, pulling the door open. “What if instead of going to the dance, we bail and hide out in the dorm?”
“I…have to work the refreshments table,” I choke out at that unexpected proposal.
“Oh, well, I think I have to help you with that, so that works too, I guess.”
“I feel much calmer now,” I admit as we rush down the stairs. “Talking to you really helped.”
“It helped me too,” he mutters, his hand gently brushing the back of my waist. “And now I’m actually looking forward to this thing.”
“Yeah.” I grin. “Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
We hit the entrance to the great room, and we both go our separate ways.
But when I reach the other girls, my lips are still tingling. I just hope they can’t tell.
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