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marinedecoder · 2 years

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oopsie whoopsie, i bought dolls. now in my defence, my partner enabled encouraged me, and also i freaked out when i saw them. why?

because i never thought i'd see these in the uk. they had them all for the current rainbow vision dolls, minus the k-pop group obviously. they had the Storm twins. they didn't, weirdly, have Ainsley. i am eternally bewildered by how the decisions are made on what gets into the UK and what doesn't when it comes to dolls 🤷‍♂️

anyway! i chose Sabrina (because she's Pink and her face mold really caught me in person) and Uma...because i wanted Mara but there were no electric pink gals without weird issues with their faceups - Harley suffered the same issues, and i love Uma's style so she was the one this time.

Sabrina is gorgeous, her colour scheme is so soft and i love it. her little accessories have me enchanted (especially the suitcase! its wheels turn in every direction on proper casters like a real suitcase! both handles work! the doors are stiff as hell, and i need a tool to remove the inner drawer but it's all very cute!), her fur coat has genuinely won me over this time when i'm generally not into the RH fur coats (and it's lined beautifully), and i adore her shoes.

she didn't have any body defects for a change, though i think her lipstick is a touch too much on one side so i'll need to fix that. i'm assuming i can use acetone and a fine brush for that? her face is super charming to me, and her nails and tiny rings are so cute! her hair is a bit of a state, though. it's all over the place, caked in product that's made it feel almost greasy as well as crunchy somehow, and tonnes came out just with a gentle brush (including a whole plug's worth, so washing will be interesting lol)

that's too much loose hair for one gentle comb through! Sabrina also, like Delilah, didn't come with coathangers. which i'm genuinely bummed about! i love the little coathangers! i am not above learning to resin cast exclusively so i can make hangers for all the girls missing them and have a complete rainbow of coathangers!

moving on to Uma, now!

i am totally in love with all her clothing pieces, her makeup, and her face mold. like Sabrina, she has a rare case of zero flaws!

her trousers have a nice, loose fit - a total novelty for RH! i discovered this is because they've made her skirt tight as hell instead. clever move on MGA's part, keeping me on my toes, heaven forfend i have an easy time dressing a doll and more fool me for assuming i could do so! also, i wish doll companies would stop using tiny tags to hold clothes onto card and stuff, it's a nuisance.

bafflingly, Uma comes with coathangers?? i'm sure i heard that w1 of SH didn't have them, so why are we getting them here? why with the Neon Shadow dolls but not the Rainbiw Divas?? why did they stop putting them in with the RH girls at w4?? who is making these decisions??? i'm not mad that Uma has them - very happy, actually - just. perplexed by the decision making!

also, Uma's face mold is stunning - i sort of wonder if she has the same mold as Georgia? she captures me in the same way, where i can't stop staring at her.

overall i'm super satisfied eitu these girls and can't wait to give them their little salon day and get them ready for display. i adore them.

#decoder chats #decoder snaps #no idea what to do with their hair though tbh

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solarclaw · 4 years

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Lore Reversal AU: Desperation Ch. 1

Aaaand here’s what I’ve written for this AU. Further groundwork I think. I wrote an entire one-shot but then it evolved and beat me up until I broke it into chapters / parts. Whichever. In fact this whole thing was in a single post, so the beginning might not seem coherent. Whoops? Not completely finished so there may be some wait between them.

More info of this AU can be found in a previous post, tho the basis is Bergen invasion before Tribal separation.

A few warnings:

Kinda dark with death being a thing, but that’s what happens when you have predators to deal with, the kind that eat prey. And those prey are trolls. Also maybe mention of PTSD; I’m honestly not sure? I’m not a psychologist...But bad flashbacks.

For the most part, I left a lot of things up to interpretation. Especially gender identifications. Even sexual ones. I’d like for people to build off of this since this is just supposed to be a sort of base, or supporting foundation for the AU, which is dealing with the after-effects from all of this.

No actual dialogue even since that’s not really my strong suit. Even if I practice lines by talking to myself. I just can’t seem to get spoken words right w/out being heavy in sarcasm, “meh” & lots of muttering. And rambling. Basically my general tone of voice; which probably shouldn’t be the default to every character here...

OC Warning in case you’re not a big fan of them. I know there are people that aren’t a fan of OCs & can be rather hyper-critical of ‘em. But honestly? Kinda inevitable since this takes place in the far past before Peppy, Branch’s Grandma, etc. In canon, this is around the time the Bergens 1st appeared, after the Tribes separated. Honestly unsure of good they are....hopefully not too Sue-ish?

I’m sorry for any grammer, spelling, incohesion etc mistakes. Most of this was written late at night, fueled by aggressive exhaustion. There may or may not be a severe case of purple prose? I still need a beta reader or even just a soundboard to help me with that

Anyways, let’s start this conglomerate of bad decisions, bias, & systemic genocide!

A favorite....flavor, of troll is Pop. To the Bergens, eating one granted just that little bit more happiness than the others. These especially colourful trolls were soon in high demand every Trollstice. Despite all the other tribes’ efforts, some even throwing themselves in the way of cruelly reaching hands, Pop’s numbers were dwindling quicker than the other tribes. Things were getting desperate.

Being rather forced to live so close together, and without the strings, the different tribes became both used to & intolerant of each other. Soon they grew isolationist, as much as they could in limited cage space. They’ve heard rumors from passing Bergens that their strings weren’t destroyed, just locked away. It would explain why the trolls were still able to make some music; though they had to be soft or the Bergens, in their daily unhappiness whenever it wasn’t Trollstice, would get further upset. Very angry and annoyed Bergens tended to not only scare the Trolls willy-nilly, but they had the option to special-order a troll to be eaten, even if it was VERY pricey and needed to be Royal-approved. Eventually, a certain generation of the leaders was hatched. The heir of Pop grew a bit resentful of the other tribes, how relaxed they were and even seemed relieved just because it wasn’t their friends, their family, that was being taken away to be eaten. They wanted better for their Pop trolls.

Their only friend was the heir of Rock, the only one of the other heirs & most of the other trolls to not look at Pop in pity. In history lessons, the Rock heir especially learned of the loud power of Hard Rock, loud enough to sometimes literally blow the audience away. They also learned that in the beginning years of being trapped, Rock trolls resisted and fought back the longest, even if it did mean that a lot of them were special-ordered to be eaten in retaliation. These 2 friends, Wes of Pop and Mara “Marred” of Rock, also overheard the exact location of the lyre, the Strings.

They began to plan.

It was Marred’s idea to intentionally get themselves captured by one of the members of the Royal family. Or, at least, by the Royal chef or one of the Royal guards. They were confident that they could tear through the old cloth bags the Bergens were still using to collect trolls; they were beginning to look worn down & Wes had been trying to find a way to improve the cutting power of a whittled stick. Especially since they recently found a small broken piece of an abandoned shaving razor.

Cautious and a little doubtful, Wes proposed a backup plan that if the Strings’ power wasn’t able to fight off the Bergens, then they at least memorize & map the layout from the kitchen to their exit. That way, for trolls captured in the future, all the trolls would know of where to escape & how. They could even try to find a way to escape Bergen Town itself.

The plan was put to action dangerously close to the next Trollstice; the Queen wanted a good look at her potential next happy meal. She wanted these 2 loud and unruly upstarts to be served to her that very day, an appetizer of the joyous holiday feast that was to come. Knife cut through cloth before they were carried into the kitchen, unnoticed by the staff & guards around. They quietly, but quickly, traversed the halls, following a servant that was delivering a fine drink to the Royals in their chambers.

They found the lyre, the Strings. It sat there on a shelving amongst many other trophies and even picture frames, one of the most colourful of all. It wasn’t glowing as brightly as their history records described.

They snuck passed both Royal rulers and servant, the latter of which was getting yelled at by an irritably impatient Queen for bringing in the wrong drink with the King demanding for another servant to bring in the correct order.

No one noticed the colourful lyre disappearing from the shelves. Nor did they see a slight glow coming from the basket of another servant collecting laundry. But the Royal chef & kitchen staff did notice the empty bag.

As soon as the alarms were raised, the pair hurried in their escape, hopping from panicking servant to panicking servant towards the exit. Windows were being shut and doors closed as soon as someone entered the room. The clicking of locks echoed in the halls.

No one was going to leave.

Wes and Marred were going to escape.

There was a garbage chute ahead, doors shut and a lever next to it. The servant they were currently hitchhiking was running towards a nearby door, blocked only by an abandoned mop bucket and wet floors. The Strings’ glow, though dulled, was still rather noticeable. Even if they did weaponize the music, the vengeance wrought from not only a pair of escaped trolls, but the theft of a prized possession (even if the trolls were taking back what was always theirs) would be catastrophic. A new plan formulated. And only one troll knew it.

The harp was shoved in a surprised & confused Wes’ hair, which was thicker & bigger than Marred’s. The glowing Strings could barely be seen. Wes was shoved into the bow of the servants smock, tangling in the tie. Confusion changed to terror and the shock intensified as Wes watched Marred actually attack the servant, using their improvised knife. The servant stumbled, arms flailing, and Marred took the opportunity to throw the same knife at the servant’s foot, managing to cut into flesh, however shallow. A shout of pain, a short hop off the injured foot & onto, into, soapy water. Dirty mop water made the cut(s) burn as the servant was sent spinning on the bucket’s wheels, falling onto the chute’s doors.

Marred finally leapt from the servant’s head landing squarely on the lever’s handle, momentum pulling it down. Those doors opened & both servant and unknown passenger fell through. The 2 friends locked eyes. Marred raised both arms, hands curled into Rock’s iconic horns, grinning; wild, triumphant, hopeful, sorrowful, accepting. I’m sorry. Goodbye.

Angry shouts echoed against the chute’s walls, louder and closer. A large, sharp hand reached out for the Rock troll and the doors snapped shut.

It was thought impossible, but the garbage dump was even more disgusting than the Bergens. Despite the bruises & scrapes from the fall, the Pop heir managed to untangle themselves and left the unconscious servant to the trash. The rainbow glow of the Strings stood out vividly against the dullness of the evening. Wes tucked the lyre deeper into their newly dark locks. Quietly, quickly, despondently, they made their way back to their cage.

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365daysoftododeku · 4 years

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4th December 2019

Author: Mara

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Fire Alarm

Izuku didn’t mind the dormitories. Yes, he missed home, but it was nice. He shared his dorm with a guy named Iida Tenya. He couldn’t have asked for a better roommate, as Iida cleaned up his things, knew how to cook, remember to do the groceries and could help Izuku with some of his homework, if necessary. His neighbours were nice too, guys and girls his age who all suffered under the strain of college, arranged impromptu movie nights and one of them was a stress baker. If there was one person he would want to room with other than Tenya, it would be Hagakure Tooru. She might be a little bit messy and loud—not that Tenya was quiet per se—but she was a stellar baker. Everything she baked was worth dying for (one guy nearly died from it, but that was because the fool hadn’t asked about the ingredients and apparently had a garlic allergy). Soon after the rumour spread around that the guy was a vampire, but nobody had proved it yet.

There was one thing he didn’t like about the dormitories, and that was that a group of just-adults lived there. Like, they weren’t teens anymore, but definitely not adults. Wild parties were held weekly, sometimes the stairs were occupied by idiots sliding down them on sledges. Every floor had at least three students who know first aid, as people did the most ridiculous things. You even got some discount if you knew first aid because that meant it was unlikely the landowner had to deal with it. And the fire alarm.

People were allowed to cook, perfectly fine if people actually knew how to cook. The issue was, most of them just tried things. Izuku was one of those people, no shame in admitting that. But he had never set the fire alarm off. Others, however, weren’t all that successful. Izuku knew the emergency protocol on the top of his head by now, and he has been living there for three months.

~*~

When the fire alarm went off, Izuku wanted to nothing else but burry himself underneath his pillow and ignore it. But Iida wouldn’t allow it, yelling that they had to leave. That this was not a drill. It probably was nothing, but Izuku knew that Iida would drag him out of bed if necessary. Not breaking the rules today for Izuku.

Rolling out of bed, Izuku slipped into a pair of flip-flops and grabbed his jacket. He was already wearing a flannel pyjama—a bit embarrassing but he at least wouldn’t freeze his arse off outside—and they jacket would keep any remaining cold out.

Grabbing his keys, wallet and phone, he shuffled after an unfairly awake Iida. He would never achieve the level of awakeness Iida could. The alarm hadn’t been blaring for more than two minutes, yet Iida looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. No, he looked like he had woken up on his own and not by the noise. Izuku most likely looked like he just had risen from the grave.

Once outside, the square the dorm room was located it (together with a few more) was filled with students. A few were like Iida, wide awake and herding the students to the cold outside, but most were like Izuku. Barely awake, bleary-eyed and dressed in sleepwear. He spotted a few familiar faces, a couple of his neighbours, some of his classmates. Then his gaze landed on a familiar figure that made Izuku’s heart beat fast.

He still had no idea who the guy was, aside from being a student, but Izuku was smitten. Well, attracted to him. The guy was wearing sweats and a worn t-shirt, his long, pink hair was tied up in a messy bun. He didn’t look like he had just woken up, neither clearly awake nor bleary-eyed. More like he just had to go to bed.

Realising the guy was probably freezing—it was Winter after all—Izuku overcame his nervous jitters and stammering heart and walked over to his crush. Was it a crush? Maybe.

“Hi,” Izuku greeted, waving awkwardly.

The guy jumped, looking at him with wide eyes. A look of guilt was written all over his face.

Realising that the guy probably was the one who had triggered the fire alarm—there was no other reason to act so jittery—Izuku pondered if he should bring it up. It was really obvious, from his reaction, but he didn't want to make the guy feel uncomfortable. It could happen to everyone.

“Isn’t it cold?” Izuku pressed on, toying with the cuffs of his jacket.

The guy shrugged, though he pressed his arms closer to his body. Goosebumps run all across his bare arms.

Shrugged off his jacket, Izuku pushed it in the guy’s arms, “here,” he offered. “It might be a little short, but it would suck if you get ill from this.”

Taking the jacket from Izuku’s grip, the guy put it on. It didn’t fit him all that bad. What the guy had in height, Izuku had that in width. It fitted illy around his shoulders, but that made the sleeves long enough to properly hit his hands.

Almost disappearing into Izuku’s jacket, the guy muttered a ‘thanks’.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku,” he offered the guy his hand, in the hope to finally learn his name.

Reluctantly, the other guy took his hand, “Todoroki Shouto.”

A silence fell over them, one that made Izuku feel jittery. The guy was clearly uncomfortable, probably for causing this whole mess, which meant that it was up to Izuku to start a conversation. So Izuku did what he did best and start to talk about whatever popped up in his head. Ranging between his roommate, his mother’s cooking and his teachers, Izuku managed to keep himself occupied through the entire inspection.

When the fireman gave them the all clear, Izuku stopped talking. He had been so caught up in talking that he hadn’t realised that Todoroki hadn’t answered at all. Izuku probably had bored him to tears with all the chatting.

Looking at Shouto, he was proven wrong. The guy looked a little startled, blinking a few times while frowning.

“Why did you stop?”

Izuku started at the guy in surprise.

“Because we can go back inside?” Izuku said awkwardly, pointing at the thinning crowd. “And I was talking too much.”

Todoroki’s cheeks started to grow even redder and he looked away, toeing the ground.

“I like listening to you talk,” Todoroki admitted.

Oh. Izuku felt his cheeks heat up. That was really sweet, but also a bit sudden. The guy didn’t know Izuku at all, unless—

Had Todoroki been looking at him like Izuku had been looking? With interest, but keeping it at fleeing glances, afraid the other would catch them?

“You should go,” Todoroki muttered, still refusing to make eye contact. “Your boyfriend is waiting.”

Confused, Izuku looked over his shoulder. Iida was waiting for him, well, sort off. He probably was waiting for Izuku, but also making sure that everyone was back inside and hadn’t fallen asleep outside, risking getting hypothermia.

“Iida is my roommate,” Izuku pointed out.

Todoroki looked surprised, finally making eye-contact with Izuku. He was really pretty, but also adorable. With the bright blush staining his cheeks, his eyes almost sparkling. The pink hair helped.

“So, you’re single?” Todoroki asked bluntly.

Flustered, but seeing no reason to lie, Izuku nodded. Feeling a little daring, and since he had nothing to lose anyway, Izuku decided to ask the same question, only sounding a little more nervous.

“You’re single too?”

“Yes.”

Izuku’s brain was overloading a little. He was flirting, with this guy, this absolutely gorgeous and adorable guy and he had no idea how he was even an option for Todoroki. So Izuku ended up doing what he did best, talk. And that included blurting out stupid shit.

“Did you set off the fire alarm?”

There was a long moment of silence before Todoroki snorted and shook his head, “did it once, in the first week I think. But not this time around.”

Izuku was sure that his face was resembling a colour close to Christmas-red. Seemed that he was in the mood for an early Christmas.

“But you looked so startled when I talked to you—I’ve been told I don’t look all that menacing.”

Todoroki muttered something Izuku couldn’t catch.

“What?”

“Nothing— do you drink coffee?”

Izuku nodded.

“Would you,” Todoroki stammered over his words. “Join me for coffee, tomorrow?”

“Sure, um.” It took Izuku way too long to realise that Todoroki was asking him out. “Before morning classes?”

Todoroki nodded, fidgetting with the zipper of Izuku’s jacket.

The mood around them turned awkward and feeling tired, jittery, cold and with his heart beating erratically, Izuku offered Todoroki a non-verbal goodbye and fled like the coward he was.

Iida greeted him with a curious expression, eyebrows subtly raised.

“Where is your jacket?”

Izuku looked back at Todoroki. He now was talking with another guy, who looked like he had just woken up. Not thirty minutes ago, when the fire alarm went off, but a minute ago.

“I will get it back tomorrow.”

Iida’s eyes lit up, “so you have a date with Todoroki?”

Izuku wanted to ask why Iida knew Todoroki, and why he had never told Izuku that, but he just felt giddy. He was going on a date with Todoroki, and only because some fool had set off the fire alarm. If he ever found out who had set it off, Izuku would send them his portion of Hagakure’s homemade food.

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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2nd July 2019

Author: Mara

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Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

Todoroki Shouto wondered how he had managed it: since a few months ago, he was allowed to call Midoriya Izuku his boyfriend. According to many of his classmates, they had been somewhat dating for a year, but Izuku had been the one to make it all official. He still had no idea why Izuku chose him. Izuku had admitted he wasn’t sure why Shouto wanted to date him. Apparently, they both had poor self-esteem.

Dating Izuku wasn’t much different than being friends, only they were just a bit closer. Longer hugs, deliberate hand-holding, cuddling. The hand-holding was Shouto’s favourite. Izuku was more fan of cuddling, as Shouto’s dual quirk made his body either hot or cold, depending on the temperature.

cuddling Izuku’s as Shouto’s quirk made his body either hot or cold, depending on the temperature around them.

Yet, there was one thing they hadn’t done, and Shouto wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Did he just ask Izuku to kiss him? Wouldn’t that be awkward? Maybe he should ask Momo, as she knew more than him (she didn’t have an isolated upbringing like him), but that would mean he had to tell her that kissing Izuku was something on his mind, and the idea made him a little uncomfortable. Not the idea of kissing Izuku; that idea sounded wonderful. He wasn’t interested in showing off his relationship.

It was summer, which meant no school and more free time. This also meant that he spent an awful lot of time with Izuku. He didn’t mind, but it made it hard not to kiss him, if Shouto had ever the courage to kiss him. He was supposed to ask.

“Ochako and a few others are already planning the Christmas party,” Izuku said excitedly, arms waving around wildly.

Shouto liked Izuku’s arms. They were muscular and tanned, yes, but he mostly liked the freckles scattered across them. By now, he figured that Izuku was entirely covered in freckles and one day, he wanted to discover them all (and kiss them).

“It’s July.”

Izuku laughed. “I know! On the other hand, they were talking about renting a venue, and these are usually overbooked.”

Last year’s Christmas party had been fine, in Shouto’s opinion. They held it in the dorms, a bit tight, but the organisation had been done well. Though he could’ve done without the mistletoes. They were part of some ridiculous custom that forced two people who were caught underneath it to kiss. Shouto had narrowly escaped having to kiss Bakugo. (that would’ve been the end of the party, with either Shouto or Bakugo burning the room down in panic or rage.)

Right now he could use a mistletoe. He would have a shameless excuse to kiss Izuku with it, he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself by going through the explanation of why he wanted to kiss Izuku—his lips looked really soft—and why kissing him was something that was constantly on his mind (Izuku in his entirety looked really kissable. Aside from the lips, the freckles were really inviting. They were like stars).

Apparently, his brain didn’t get the memo it was July; hot, sunny July. The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

“Mistletoe,” Shouto blurted.

Izuku stopped, hesitated before looking at Shouto with slight worry.

“What?”

Since he already had signed off his public meltdown (hopefully nobody was taping this) Shouto decided to just go with it and see how far he could come. He was quite sure that Kaminari liked to say ‘fake it till you make it’, so he was going to fake it.

“There’s a mistletoe.”

Now Izuku frowned. “It’s summer, Shouto.”

Of course, that was the first thing Izuku was going to say. It was obvious. The sun was beating down on them, they were dressed in shorts and shirts and Shouto was trying to sell Izuku that it was still winter.

“No, it isn’t.”

He supposed it wasn’t illegal to use his quirk like this. He wasn’t causing any harm, hopefully.

After a minute of silence, little snowflakes started to fall around them.

Why was he dating someone smart? Though, on the other hand, Izuku was stating the obvious. It was summer.

Izuku looked up at the snow in wonder. Despite the heat, it didn’t melt and slowly started to pile up on his curls, clinging to the strands as they melted (Izuku’s body temperature was too warm for the snow).

“It’s really pretty,” Izuku said, his breath forming little clouds. “Imagine doing this in the dorm room! It would be like a winter wonderland.”

They had gained the attention of a few passersby. A few people had taken out their phones, kids were gawking and pointing at them.

This was a ridiculous idea, though Izuku’s bright smile was absolutely endearing. So maybe Shouto had failed in asking Izuku for a kiss, but now he was distracted enough to have forgotten about it. So if he just acted if nothing happened—

Izuku spoke suddenly, “there is still no mistletoe.”

So far for hoping that Izuku had forgotten about it.

“Nevermind that, it was stupid.”

Izuku giggled, scooping up some fallen snow off the ground.

“You made it snow to convince me,” he said, letting the fine substance fall between his fingers as if he had scooped up sand instead of snow. “Are you always that dedicated to do something ‘stupid’?”

“No, just forget it.”

“You don’t get it, you’re adorable. You’re making it snow in the summer because you want to kiss me.”

Shouto was sure his heart had stopped beating. Technically, it couldn‘t have because he was still alive, but he wished it had stopped. How had Izuku figured it out? He was quite subtle, wasn’t he?

“How did you know?”

Izuku’s face lit up, “I didn’t. I was just projecting and hoped that you would want to kiss.”

Oh. That was good! Izuku wanted to kiss him. That’s good, great. What now?

“It isn’t like I know how it works,” Izuku babbled. “Well, on paper, I know how kissing works but I’ve never kissed someone before, neither boy or girl. My mom doesn’t count though and...”

Izuku kept on babbling, steadily growing more and more flustered and excited. A pretty thick layer of snow had started to surround them. Most people had drooped off by now, the excitement of summer-snow fading. Especially as it was only locally. Like, really locally. He should stop the snowfall, but he liked Izuku’s excitement.

“You want to kiss me?”

Izuku stopped rambling, taking a few seconds to collect to his thoughts, before nodding.

They awkwardly shuffled closer, and Shouto wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist. It felt as though the only natural thing to do. Izuku was shivering, and it took Shouto a few seconds to realise that his boyfriend was cold. He didn’t notice the drop in temperature, but Izuku definitely did.

Shouto leaned in and Izuku raised on his tiptoes, causing their foreheads and noses to bump. Izuku giggled and tried again. This time, they managed to manoeuvre better, but their coordination was rubbish. Shouto ended up kissing the corner of Izuku’s mouth.

Their third attempt was somewhat successful. Izuku was clever enough to press his cold hands against Shouto’s cheeks, squishing them, but also keeping Shouto’s head in one place. It was a faint but pleasant brush of lips, though the hug that followed was better, with Izuku burying his nose against Shouto’s neck and his arms wrapped around Shouto’s torso.

He decided that kissing was nice but way too overhyped. He liked this better (it was less awkward, though maybe it was a matter of time before they were able to kiss properly. Why did you have to learn how to kiss?)

~*~

Izuku was quite sure that his soul was leaving his body. Yes, he was aware that despite not quite being pro-heroes yet, they were popular with the public. Occasionally, it would be put into a paper about whatever achievement they did. But never before had he made it to the front page, especially not for something like this. It wasn’t even in a proper newspaper but in a gossip magazine.

From kissing in the rain to kissing in the snow. Future pro-heroes raise the bar for romance.

Only a few days ago, pro-heroes-to-be Deku and Shouto had been caught kissing, surrounded by snow. Yes, snow. The rest of the city was basking in the warm, July sun, but these two lovebirds decided to create their own winter wonderland... No doubt with the help of Shouto’s quirk, which is fire and ice. The two had been seen together a lot in public, but the nature of their relationship came as a surprise. Nonetheless, the two made a cute picture and made us wonder what’s more romantic. Kissing in the rain or kissing in the snow?

Below the article, a picture of him and Shouto kissing (the second kiss, by the looks of it) was printed in full-colour. He was almost tempted to ask for a copy of that picture, because the quality was good and Shouto looked beautiful, surrounded by snow and with snow clinging to his hair and heck, why were his eyelashes even visible? But the desire to ask for a copy of the picture was surpassed by the urge to set the magazine on fire.

“What are you reading?” Ochako asked suddenly, her head popping up next to him.

He didn’t get the change to hide it in time. At least according to the gasp that came from his friend.

“I can’t believe you smooched Todoroki and didn’t tell me about it.”

“There is a reason I didn’t tell you about it.”

“Was it that bad?”

Izuku’s cheeks grew warm at the thought. It hadn’t been bad, but he had been freezing and Shouto clearly knew nothing about kissing, even less than Izuku and that was slightly worrisome.

“We’re still working it out.”

“Imagine Mina managing to get her hands on this thing. It’s over for the two of you.”

Summoned by Ochako’s words, Mina ran into the living room, excitedly waving around the very same gossip magazine Izuku had been reading. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to cuddle with Shouto today, as he was visiting his mother. Ochako was no help either because she just sympathetically patted his shoulder and bolted.

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