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cupofmiko · 3 years

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THE BOYFRIEND EXPERIENCE — todoroki shouto x f!reader

shocked that you've never had a boyfriend before him, todoroki is determined to make up for lost time by showering you with as many cheesy gestures as possible.

genre: established relationship au | fluff

warnings: reader is in her first relationship, shouto is in love + he’s trying his best, cheesy moments!!!!!, a picnic date inspired by rachel & jun’s recent video, bakugo is the off-screen begrudging friend just trying to help out

word count: 3.9k

The evening of your one-year anniversary with Todoroki finds the pair of you on the couch, your arms around his midriff and his arm around the back of your shoulders. The finished takeout that Todoroki promises to throw away into the trash bins outside of your apartment building sits on the table, all neatly stacked up, while the small dessert he bought for you sits on the coffee table—a cupcake with two forks resting on the unfolded wrapper. Sitting in front of the eaten cupcake is a small array of candles, all lit up and emitting a mixture of smells ranging across light florals.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of such soft affection that it makes your heart race in your chest. This is especially the case as Todoroki rests his cheek on the top of your head, the movement tucking you closer to him. The gesture, while subtle, brings a wordless smile to your lips. Todoroki isn’t the most physically affectionate boyfriend, so small things like this really make your heart race.

And this entire evening has been nothing but an endless series of heart racing undertakings, despite its uneventfulness. In fact, Todoroki had to work for most of the day—so you had expected fast food and late night arrives, and an anniversary scheduled for another evening. Not that you minded, of course. Your relationship with Todoroki has always been lowkey and foundational; you never needed any big romantic gestures to reaffirm what you were already fully confident in.

Yet, Todoroki surprised you by arriving at your apartment a few hours early, with a bag of your favorite take-out food and handfuls of hand-picked candles, ones that brought a warm glow to your living room as the pair of you exchanged presents. All of his actions and gestures throughout the night up until this point have been small, but packed more meaning than he could ever know.

You’re practically on cloud nine, too swept away by the night, that you almost don’t notice Todoroki asking you a question. “Baby?” he whispers, turning his cheek slightly. “Are you awake?”

You shift. “Yeah,” you mutter back. The pair of you readjust yourselves so that you can look up at Todoroki. “What’s up?”

“Has tonight been… enjoyable?” he asks, gazing off to the side to showcase the pink of his cheeks. “I know I had to work today, so I wanted to do what I could.”

You sit up. “Shouto, are you kidding? Today has been so fun and unexpected. I wasn’t even expecting you to bring food over!” You grin. “You make me really happy.”

The corner of his lips turn up, before they lower as he ponders yet again. “How does it compare with your past relationships?” he starts carefully. The hand that is not wrapped around your shoulder clenches tighter at the denim on his legs, showcasing the depth of his nerves. It’s not very often the two of you discuss unnecessary past events. In fact, this is the first time Todoroki is asking you about previous boyfriends.

It makes sense. Perhaps he would not have asked the question had he known.

You try for a casual shrug. “I’ve actually never been in a relationship before. So I’d consider this a first first anniversary!” you remark cheerfully, turning your attention back to the show playing on TV.

You don’t notice Todoroki’s pensive silence until he’s sitting forward a little, shifting you so that you are now deprived of his warmth. At first, your mind whirls. Did he have a problem with the fact that you never dated anyone before him?

The internal question makes you pout. “Is that a problem?” you ask quietly.

Todoroki turns to look at you. “It’s not,” he reassures softly. “But I can’t help but wonder: if this is your first anniversary ever, why not ask for something more special?”

You mirror Todoroki’s previous sitting up motion until your chest is at his back, where you latch your arms around his neck. “Shouto,” you mumble into his ear. “This is special to me. I don’t need expensive dinners or dressy situations or public outings. I just wanted to spend the evening with you, cuddling and eating good food and I got to do that!”

Todoroki leans back into you. “What if I think you deserved a more special anniversary though?”

You smile, kissing his cheek. “That’s sweet of you. But you took the time to leave work early and bring me my favorite food. It’s more than enough for me.”

He ponders your reassurance for a moment, before he nods and delivers his own kiss on your cheek before settling back into the couch with you. Your attention resumes on the show, as your mind drifts away to the sensation of Todoroki’s fingers drawing patterns on the back of your neck. Something in his pose says that there’s something internally weighing in his mind, but your consciousness drifts away before you can linger too long on it.

The following morning, you wake up in bed with your head still in the clouds and the pressure of his lips still on your cheek. Todoroki must have carried you to bed last night after you fell asleep.

After feeling the empty space next to you, you assume that he must have woken up early for work. Makes sense, considering that he took an early afternoon yesterday—he’s probably trying to make up the extra tasks and paperwork he had to miss. You smile to yourself, still in a haze about yesterday, before you sit up and inch yourself towards the end of the bed. Your hand blindly goes to your nightstand to reach for your phone, but you feel a cup and a slip of paper taped to the cup in the middle of your journey to get there.

Your gaze turns towards your nightstand, eyes trying to figure out just what exactly your fingers had touched, as you settle on a glass of water that had not been there the previous night. On the glass is a post-it note, reflecting back Todoroki’s neat penmanship. Happy Anniversary (take #2) the note says. The sight makes your eyebrows furrow in response. A take two anniversary? What does that mean?

You think about this for a moment; however, draw up no ideas as to what exactly this is in reference to. You decide to continue with the rest of your morning route, mentally adding a shower into your checklist given that you were unable to take one last night due to you falling asleep earlier than expected. You’re still in one of Todoroki’s t-shirts that he has left over at your place, although it seems like he has removed the shorts you were wearing. You grab your own shirt and pants for today, tucking everything you need underneath your arm and opening your bedroom door.

The original plan is just to walk across the hall to your bathroom, but the sight of something unfamiliar in your living room catches your attention as you stop in your path and perform a double take. You think you see a small array of light pink dahlia bouquets scattered around the limited view you have of your living room. It’s a sight that makes you frown. You don’t remember ordering any sort of flower arrangement.

Continuing to frown, you walk down the hallway until the hallway opens up into the living room. The sight makes your eyes widen and drop the clothes you were holding in your arms, because your entire living room is covered with dahlias. From the coffee table, to the couch, to the floor in front of your television, to your kitchen table—every little spot is filled with pink tin cans of dahlia arrangements.

Your lips part as the frown continues etched into your eyebrows. What on earth was going on? “S-Shouto?” you call out nervously. You angle your chin towards the kitchen all while keeping your eyes on the dahlia field in front of you.

“In the kitchen,” he returns back.

You blink, turning towards the direction of the kitchen. For the first time of the morning, you hear the faint bubbling of a pot.

Hesitantly, you shuffle from the living room into the entrance of the kitchen, staring cautiously at the back of your boyfriend as his arms move back and forth across the stove. The sight of Todoroki cooking is relatively uncommon in this relationship, which only deepens your confusion—because what the fuck?

At your prolonged silence, Todoroki quickly spares you a glance over his shoulder. He smiles slightly, likely over the fact that you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes. “Good morning, baby. Did you have a good dream last night?”

You look off to the side, the crease still not disappearing from between your eyes. “I think I’m still in one.”

At the stove, he exhales a gentle laugh. “Fortunately for you, that’s not the case.” With that said, he turns the dial in order to shut off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour some of the unidentifiable soup into one of your favorite bowls (the ones with the Sumikko Gurashi characters along the outside edges), before turning around and unveiling the contents. It’s a bowl of miso soup. “There’s rice in the rice cooker. I may or may not have had to ask Bakugo for the receipt.” He gestures towards the kitchen table. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll bring the food out to you?”

Suspicious. Despite that, you nod and navigate through your apartment until you reach the kitchen table. You slide tentatively into your usual chair, fidgeting with your fingers as you continue to hear glassware rummaging about in the kitchen.

You keep quiet, even as Todoroki emerges with a tray of the soup, a separate bowl of rice, and a tea boiled egg. You continue to remain silent as he places the tray in front of you, as he kisses the top of your head.

“Eat up, okay?” he says softly, returning back to the kitchen—probably to make his own tray of breakfast.

He reappears a few seconds later with his own set of food, watching you carefully as he takes a seat next to you.

“Shouto,” you start slowly. “Is this about that take two post-it note I saw earlier today?”

Todoroki continues to stare at you. “Yes,” he finally relents. “I just want to give you a more memorable first anniversary. So I’ve prepared a small list of things for us to do together throughout the day.

Your lips part slightly, vaguely remembering the conversation from last night. Surely, he really hadn’t thought you were lying about how satisfied you were with your relationship?

He must see the troubled look in your eye, because he smiles and reaches over to grasp your hand. “This has nothing to do with our conversation yesterday. I understand that you were happy with the evening we had. I enjoyed it as well. But I just want to give you more and make our first anniversary a little more special—will you let me do that?”

You stare back at Todoroki for a moment, briefly pondering the situation. While you really were satisfied with how the events of last night played out, something tells you that Todoroki will not let this go. Once he’s determined, nothing can stop him.

Plus, you are curious to see what he has planned for the rest of the day.

So you take the soup spoon Todoroki placed down on your tray, dipping it into the soup, and bringing it to your lips. “I’m sure I’ll love everything you have in-store.” You shoot one last glance at Todoroki, just in time to see a slightly wider but much warmer smile appear across his lips.

After the pair of you get through breakfast and you are able to waddle through the forest of dahlia bouquets that quite literally covers every inch of your living room, you finally take a shower with a more reassured mind about what the fuck is going on. To think that you almost walked right past the field of dahlia’s on your way to the bathroom—now, it is all you can think about.

You emerge a few minutes later with makeup and a dress (Shouto’s favorite dress on you), and take a secret pride in the way Todoroki’s eyes linger on you for an extra moment before the pair of you are walking out of the door and down the stairs of your apartment building. You don’t ask what he had been doing while you were getting ready, too busy living inside the excitement of your mind to even consider any possibility of what Todoroki’s mid-morning, post-breakfast plans may be.

You get an answer to that just half an hour later, when you emerge from the subway doors that open up onto a marble platform, built with an overhead balcony and some white benches along the platform. The train tracks that mark the train’s opposing direction are right across as the doors open. But as you turn right and make your way down the marble flooring, it opens up into a wide-open, starting with the greenest grass you’ve ever seen extending far behind the horizon that touches your eyes.

Your gaze widens as your hands rest upon the railing separating the train platform from the park. “Shouto!” you cry out, looking over your shoulder to face him as you start jumping slightly on the balls of your feet. As your eyes land on Todoroki, he’s watching you with the softest smile possible. “This is so pretty!”

“You think so?” he asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. The openly affectionate nature of Todoroki’s touch makes you smile. “That’s good to hear.”

As soon as he lets go of you, you whirl around to look at him, finally noticing the abnormally large bag he’s got slung around his shoulder. You reach forward, fidgeting slightly with the strap. “What’s this?” you ask, the smile still present in your voice.

Todoroki shrugs, a bashful smile itching itself across his face. “I may or may not have made you lunch while you were in the shower. That’s why we’re here—to walk around the park and then have a picnic.”

You can’t get over how fast your heart is racing, the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend’s actions, all because he wants to give you a more memorable first anniversary celebration.

The smile so obviously spills past your lips, because Todoroki’s smile widens.

“This is so sweet, Shouto,” you whisper, leaning over to sneak a kiss. He notices you coming from a mile away, of course he does, because he returns your kiss softly. You pull away first, still grinning with your gaze fixated on his mouth. “I’m excited to go exploring.”

He reaches over and laces your fingers together. “Then let’s go.”

The pair of you head for the marble staircase, taking you down onto a concrete pathway that winds up into trees and lakes ahead. On either side of the pathway is grass that seems to melt underneath the shape of your shoes. The trees range from single trunk growth into multi clustered trunks that each taper out into its own collection of leaves and branches.

The breeze of today’s spring weather ruffles through the trees, through clothes and hair strands. Keeping your hands joined together, you allow Todoroki to lead the way through the park. He mentions something about some sights he wants you to see, and you entrust that it’ll add to the experience.

A little up the pathway holds an open air flower garden, surrounded by broken down brick walls and flower vines that creep along the surface. Along the different pathway holds different flowers held in pots or ones planted into the ground. The pathways lead you either to wide-open spaces of grass or down more secluded hallways surrounded by brick and vinery. It is a world unlike anything you have ever experienced in person before, always watching through the lens of an animated feature film—it is a place that feels so hidden and untouched from the real world that it feels like you’ve been whisked off to a magical dream.

It is a place you weave in and out of with Todoroki linked under your arm as you point out the various flowers that are covering walls, tucked into pots, or interwoven with other flowers of various shapes and heights. He doesn’t say much throughout the journey, occasionally nodding or making comments about how certain flowers would look pretty in your own apartment building.

“Shouto, I’m pretty sure you bought me enough dahlia’s that I can’t fit anymore flowers in my living room,” you tease, giggling when you notice the slight pink that dusts along Todoroki’s cheeks, a color that only darkens when you brush your lips against his skin.

Once the pair of you make your way through the entire flower garden, Todoroki suggests that it’s time to settle down and find a spot for lunch. You leave the garden, continuing down the sidewalk path, passing through various other families enjoying a picnic or pet owners taking their pets out for an afternoon walk.

Eventually, Todoroki finds a spot hidden underneath the sun ripples that break through the leaves above, shadows that curl around and about in time to the breeze of the wind around. With your help, he produces the picnic blanket folded within his bag. With the flick of his wrist, a plaid pattern of white and yellow unfurls out onto the grassy ground.

Immediately, you plop yourself down onto the blanket to prevent it from flying away. Todoroki joins you quickly enough, pulling the strap of his bag off his shoulder and into an empty corner of the blanket. “Are you hungry?” he asks, reaching over to unzip the bag before he starts fishing out two Studio Ghibli themed bento containers that you own.

You blink, face breaking out into a grin. “Shouto, these are so cute!”

“Oh, you say that now,” he starts immediately, laying out the boxes carefully in front of you. “But wait until you see how it actually looks. Bakugo’s instructions could only help me so much.”

You brush off his worries with the shake of your head. “I’m sure it looks awesome.”

Despite Todoroki’s prolonged worries, he still allows you to uncap the bento boxes. Inside are your favorite foods categorized into their different boxes. There are rice rolls shaped into bears, those famous octopus sausages you’ve seen in animes and some vegetables. You don’t realize how widely you’re grinning at what lays out before you until you realize your cheeks are starting to ache.

“Shouto,” you whine, looking over at him just as he looks up. “These are so cute. I love it so, so much. Thank you.”

His gaze lingers on your face before he leans forward, nudging his forehead against yours. “You’re welcome.”

By the time the pair of you return back to your apartment, the orange is starting to curl into the sky yet your head is still in the clouds. Todoroki helps you shuffle through the field of dahlias’ that still overrun your living room—placing them in various shady and sunny areas around your apartment. Once there’s a clear path from your front door, to the hallway, and to the couch, the pair of you agree to stop trying to organize the dahlias’.

“Do you want some tea?” you ask, making your way towards the kitchen and opening up your cabinet to shift through some bags of tea you own.

“Sure,” he returns, following you into the kitchen and grabbing two mugs from another shelf on the other side. He crosses over to reach you, placing the two mugs on the counter next to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. Gingerly, he rests his chin on your shoulder.

After a few minutes of silence, a loud pounding sounds from the front door. The suddenness of the sound makes you jump, but Todoroki seems to expect it because he just turns toward the noise. One of his thumbs rubs soothingly at the exposed skin at your waist. “Who the fuck is that?” you ask.

“Want to come see?” Todoroki offers cheekily, leading you to the front door. He opens it, only to find that there is no one on the other side—rather, there are two bags on the floor. The first one appears to be from a clothing shop with a brand logo on the side, while the second one looks to be a rather large take-out bag. Kneeling down, Todoroki grabs the bags and brings them inside. He hands the bag of clothes to you. “This is for us.”

Frowning, you take the bag and peer inside. After rummaging briefly through the crisp curl of tissue paper, you discover two pajama sets inside that feel like it was crafted from the softest fabric imaginable. Like it was made from a cloud, or something crazy like that. Did he really… have more things planned for you?

You look over at Todoroki again. “Shouto, what is this for?” you ask.

He fishes through the take-out bag and produces a pizza box. “A new and improved movie night,” he explains, placing the bag down and opening the box to display a heart shaped pizza. On the other side of the cardboard is a post-it note. YOU’RE LUCKY I LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, the note rests in big, aggressive handwriting. “I asked Bakugo to get me these things,” he explains hastily, as if you wouldn’t be able to tell from the note. “I was thinking we could wrap the night up with a pillow fort and cuddling.”

You blink once, twice, before you try for a smile. But it doesn’t reach your eyes, and Todoroki can tell.

He frowns in concern as he closes the pizza box and gathers you up in his arms. “Hey, what’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

You shake your head. “That’s not it,” you reassure, reaching over to grip the lapels of his jacket. “Shouto, this was all so sweet. And I loved getting the flowers and having a picnic with you, but I don’t need fancy pajamas and flower bouquets—it makes me feel bad having you spend so much money for me. Just being with you has been more than enough.”

Todoroki tilts his head. “But you’re very important to me,” he says, talking as if he’s discussing the weather. “Why would I not want to do these things for you? You’ve never been in a relationship before—I just want to do what I can to make sure that today is memorable for you. I know I didn’t need to spend money, but I did because I wanted to, because I love you more than anything. Is that okay?”

You press your lips together to hide the oncoming smile that threatens to overtake your features. “You’re too good to me,” you finally relent, sneaking a glance over at Todoroki. “I love you too, by the way.”

He smiles. “Good,” he says, pinching your chin between his fingers and leaning over to kiss you. It’s a gesture that deepens quickly between the two of you, as your fingers grip the edge of his t-shirt while his own start to fiddle with the buttons of your blouse.

The movie night can wait.

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Like Real People Do

Pairing: Pro!hero Shouto Todorokix Reader feat. Pro!hero Katsuki Bakugou

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut, feeeeeelllinnnnggggsss, angst, fingering, a little temp play, Listen it’s sex ok?

Word Count: 5.5K

A/n: IT IS HERE EVERYONE! The final part, the one you’ve all been waiting for! IT IS HERE. Look i hope it lives up to y’all’s expectations lol because I know I’ve been sitting on this one for a WHILE. But I’m so happy to wrap up Katsu, Reader-chan, and Shou’s story here. I hope everyone doesn’t mind how soft it is. IT’s feelings, it’s working through break up feelings and divorce and it’s complex ok?? Anyway a very very VERY special thanks to the beautiful @hoe-doroki for beta reading this! You’re amazing my love and I’m so very very thankful for you! Love you!!

Part I | Part II | Part III

Two men you’ve loved at different points in your life stand before you in your kitchen. Shouto is across the room bearing into your soul with his tranquil stormy eyes. Eyes that never miss a thing about you. Eyes that have held love for you from the very beginning.

You’re still amazed at how he’s able to command your attention when he enters a room. Different from Katsuki's bombastic energy, Shouto is silent but comforting, therapeutic and always exactly what you need at the moment.

He approaches you, holding his hand out to tenderly caress your arms and unwrap them from your torso. His fingers reach up and swipe away the lingering tears on your cheeks as he communicates with you wordlessly.

You nod, assuring him that you’re fine to continue your conversation with Katsuki. He places a chaste kiss on the top of your head before bowing politely to Katsuki and leaving out the front door.

Katsuki watches the interaction like a child at a circus, amazement staining his features. It’s like magic, the way you two react to each other. Your bodies move as one and you don’t have to say words to communicate in the most intimate way.

The closest you and Katsuki had ever been to a moment like this was when Shouto was inside you three years ago and he curses himself under his breath. Again, Shouto is related to one of the most intimate moments in your life and Katsuki is pissed that he was too self-centered to see it.

As you watch Shouto depart from the house, you remember the day it became clear for you, how much you cared for him and how much you two seemed meant to be together.

The “duality of men” is what invades your mind as you stare into Shouto Todoroki’s eyes. “Good and evil” aren't battling inside him, though. It’s in you.

He’s standing in the doorway of your house while your husband is out on patrol. You’re standing behind the door body leaning around to stare at him as the cool morning air tickles your breasts and makes your nipples harden through your thin cotton t-shirt.

Your eyes swivel up and down his muscular frame, his arms crossed over himself, nimble hands holding his forearms. Immediately memories of his hands on you that night rush into your brain and heat your cheeks as you come to the conclusion: he should not be here.

“Shou...I mean...Todoroki, what are you doing here? Are you alright?” you ask in a formal tone.

His eyes squint a bit as they investigate your face. They linger on your eyes, your hair, the way your fingers are nervously clutching the door before he answers, “I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by and say hello.”

Your breath shakes as you inhale. It’s obvious, he should not be here. So why don’t you want to ask him to leave? It’d been a few months since that night. You and Katsuki had decided to work through everything and Shouto had suggested that the two of you stop communicating to help with that. So why is he here at 7am right after Katsuki has left for work?

“Oh, umm…Katsuki just left for the agency…” You pause trying to give him the hint that it would probably be inappropriate for him to come in now, but he continues staring as if oblivious. You sigh and open the door more to let him in.

He steps into the house as you close the door behind him and you turn to see him watching you intently. You’re hyper aware of the small athletic shorts you're wearing and the baggy t-shirt making it look like you’re not wearing any bottoms. His eyes rush over you like a wave upon the shore and instead of feeling uncomfortable, as you should you feel pride.

No. This is wrong. This is not what you want.

Desperately, you try to lighten the mood. You two used to be the best of friends, someone you could talk to about anything. While Katsuki was always closest to Kirishima you were always drawn to Shouto’s quiet calm demeanor. It always soothed you and made for a relaxing evening of chatting.

“So, how’s Yaomomo?” you ask in the friendliest voice you can muster. He turns his attention to your eyes and you can see a bit of annoyance in his expression. He turns from you as he speaks.

“She’s doing well, moving up the charts quickly,” he says nonchalantly. You smile at him. Of course Momo is moving up the charts quickly. From what you heard about them in high school she was always top of the class, and once she gained confidence she was an unstoppable force.

You’d admired Momo and her determination. It was the same thing that caught your eye about Katsuki. His drive and will to succeed. She’d had the same drive and sometimes you found yourself wishing you could be like her.

You continue asking about his and Momo’s life, fishing for updates on small projects they were working on together or the many trips they’d been on. Shouto answers every one with short quick responses, trying to move the subject off of him. You know he’s uncomfortable but the air of desire coming from the both of you is smothering.

Will you be able to have a conversation with him again without this feeling breathing down your neck? He stretches his arms above his head, muscles flexing and shining in the morning sun and you feel only a little guilty that you haven’t offered him a seat. You know if you do, he’ll stay longer and, while your heart is telling you you wouldn’t mind him staying, your brain is telling you to tell him to leave.

He leans forward on his tiptoes as he stares into your eyes again. His expression is desperate, like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, something he’s aching to say to you. You sigh. “What is it, Shou?”

He looks at you, a feigned questioning look on his face. You smile and his eyes widen a bit and fall as he gives you a quick adoring smile back. “I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to be rude or offend you,” he finally says running his fingers through his silky hair.

You step a bit closer and you see him move a little closer as well, like your bodies are magnets. You smile again, feeling a bit more comfortable as you say, “I don’t think anything you say to me is offensive, Shouto.”

His expression grows pensive as he chuckles sarcastically and says, “I think you give me too much credit. Sorry, I was wondering how you and Bakugou were.”

You pause, caught off guard by his tactlessness. He’s asking about you and Katsuki? You suppose it’s not unexpected seeing as how you just questioned him about his and Momo’s life, but this question feels different. Like he’s fishing for something more. He watches you intertwine your fingers together, picking at the loose skin nervously.

Fact is, you had just told Katsuki you can’t do it anymore. Not for his lack of trying, but just that it doesn’t feel right anymore. You aren’t happy anymore, can’t remember who you are or who you even want to be. It’s like all you are is his wife, and when that was defiled, you meant nothing anymore.

You stare at Shouto, trying to blink away the emotion and answer his question to the best of your ability, but your words are stuck in your throat. He stares back at you wordlessly, though his eyes speak louder than ever. He’s calling out to you, telling you that he knows and that he wishes he could help. You wish he could too. You’ve never felt more comfortable or safe or heard than right now and you haven’t even said anything to him yet.

“Katsu and I are...it’s a bit difficult right now, Shou, and I...I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do to tell you everything considering...” you trail off as he walks over to stand in front of you.

His peppermint scent surrounds you in a typhoon of pheromones and again you’re reminded of that night. He grabs your hands and interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing them comfortingly.

“You’re bleeding,” he says in a gentle tone. Tiny streaks of blood are lining your cuticles. You didn’t even realize you were picking at them until he grabbed you.

“Oh,” you say, staring up at him in amazement. He’s beautiful, so beautiful and you want to kiss him, have him hold you while you cry away all the stress and negative feelings. But you refrain, pulling your hands from his and distancing yourself from him.

Shouto knows it hasn’t been going well. He can tell by the tiny fly away tendrils on your usually well groomed hair, or the peeling red cuticles in your fingernails, or the bags under your eyes. The biggest tell is the light in your irises; it’s dull like a fire grasping for its last leg of life.

Yes, Shouto knows it’s not going well, but he wants to hear you say it, he has to hear you say it. It’s the only way he’ll be able to discuss what else has been on his mind.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, y/n. That wasn’t my intent,” he says, hanging his head.

“Look, Yaoyorozu and I have tried to work through everything. I told her about the night we had sex. She was of course upset, but she chalked it up as revenge sex and we both agreed to try and move past it.”

You flinch a bit. So their situation is the same as yours and Katsuki’s. Shouto continues, a serious expression on his face as he relives the struggles he and Momo have been going through.

“We thought going on trips secluded from everyone to work on our problems would help. We recreated our honeymoon, went to all the marriage counselors we could and I will admit, there were moments where I thought we would get through everything and it would go back to normal.”

You feel guilty, his expression is hopeless as he explains the way his marriage is slowly falling apart. But it’s not just that either—you feel guilty because you can relate, you understand him because it’s exactly how you felt a few weeks ago with Katsuki. It’s a little uncomfortable how similar you two are despite marrying completely different people

“Shou...I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry, y/n. I knew it wouldn’t go back to normal. Because I love you. I always have. I know it’s inappropriate, but from the moment I met you I loved you and it only became stronger after making love to you.”

You bite your lip as the phrase from the morning repeats in your mind. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. Tell him to leave. Your mind is racing. Do you love him too? No. You love Katsuki. Shouto is your friend. A very close friend but you do not love him.

“Shouto…I don’t know what to say. I...I’m married to Katsuki. When we agreed to that night, we agreed that there wouldn’t be any attachments, just sex, just revenge. We didn’t ‘make love’,” you stammer out nervously.

“I did. I know it’s inappropriate, y/n, but I couldn’t continue without telling you. Yaoyorozu and I are getting a divorce,” he says, moving toward the door, reading your uncomfortable aura.

He places a hand on the knob but turns to look at you once more. “I don’t expect anything from you and I’ll understand if you don’t want to speak to me again. But just know, my feelings for you won’t change,” he says. He opens the door and walks out, shutting the door behind him and leaving you standing in shock.

The next six months passed with you buried in your work, committing most of your time to trying to get Tokoyami as a client for your PR firm. Your days consist of long hours at the office, usually a cold dinner of whatever they’re still serving in the cafeteria downstairs, and then a quiet night at home.

You don’t mind it, in fact you love your job, and Tokoyami has been nothing but kind and open to any idea you give him. But you’d be a fool if you didn’t identify this for what it was: a distraction. Some days it’s easier to forget, but other days like this one, it’s slapped in your face like finding a parking ticket on your car after a long day at work.

You’re home now. The house is dark and quiet and you're staring at a large thick envelope you just got in the mail. It sits in the middle of the counter mocking you with the big bold letters:

OFFICE OF MARITAL AFFAIRS

You shuffle through the house, grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge and drinking straight from it. You’ve taken off your heels and let down your hair as the depression sets in. Before you know it, the wine bottle is empty and your senses still aren’t dulled enough to your liking.

You lumber over to the cabinet that holds the heavy liquor for when you used to throw parties and have friends over. The tequila looks especially inviting sitting on the shelf. A few burning shots and your mind is hazed with the drunken thoughts of pity and confusion.

Well, not drunken. No you want to be aware enough to see the papers, the scrawled signatures, the official notice—you just don’t want to feel them. You rip open the thick envelope and pull out the packet of photocopied forms.

“Final Decree for Divorce,” you read aloud and there are your names scrawled on the two lines at the bottom. The large “APPROVED” stamp plastered across the top. Your eyes scan the page multiple times, trying to tell yourself it’s real.

It is done.

You are hollow, numb, tipsy. A door has been closed on a life you used to live and you’re honestly not sure how to feel right now. A shower—that will help. The empty house echoes your silent sorrows as you make your way to the bathroom, shed your clothes and step into the piping hot stream. It isn’t until the water is sizzling your skin that you notice the tears falling.

Why are you crying? You asked for this. Katsuki gave you everything you wanted, even let you keep the house. He had no complaints, was willing to give you whatever money you needed to survive even after the divorce was final. It’s clear he still loves you. So why did you do this?

You’re wracked with sobs as you sit on the floor of the shower, letting the water mix with your tears. What is wrong with you? Why can’t you get your feelings together? Do you love Katsuki or not? Is this truly what you want?

Your mind is a blur and you don’t remember moving until you look down at the phone in your hands. You’ve dialed a number and the phone is ringing. Did you drunk dial someone? Hardly, you haven’t consumed enough alcohol to be drunk. Which means your subconscious dialed this number out of sorrow.

Your subconscious dialed this number for comfort.

The phone continues ringing as your heart speeds up. You don’t recognize the number you’ve dialed, it’s not saved in your phone. It rings and rings and your heart thumps uncontrollably in your chest as you wait for the unknown person to answer. You’re about to hang up before a deep voice mutters,

“Hello?”

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t speak. The voice on the other end pauses to listen before releasing an agitated sigh. You try to say something, anything, but it’s as if you’re in a desert and the heat is soaking up your words as it dries out your throat.

“Hello?” the voice says again, and you desperately want to answer but there’s something telling you that you shouldn’t. Hang up the phone right now. But you can’t ignore the immediate comfort the voice brings even for the short seconds.

“If this is some kind of prank or something I’m going to hang up.”

No please don’t go! That line pulls your voice from deep within. Right as the person is surely about to press the end call button, you squeak in a low voice of despair, “Shou.”

Two seconds of silence pass before you hear, “I’m on my way,” and the phone goes dead.

—

Ten minutes have passed and he’s at your door, knocking frantically. Your hand hesitates on the knob before yanking the door open and you take in his tall figure. His eyes are wild, full of worry as they fall to your face and examine your depressed expression. He lets his eyes fall away from your face and drift over your body. It is only then, when his eyes are glued to your body, that you realize you're only in a towel.

He steps into the house, towering over your small figure. The thin shirt he wears clings to his muscles and it takes everything in you not to reach out and run a hand over his chest. You don’t feel embarrassed or modest as his eyes roll over your frame. The two of you stand there watching each other, unaware of how your breathing has picked up.

“I...I’m sorry for calling you. I had a few drinks and I didn’t know that I would…” you trail off, dropping your head in shame.

A spare tear runs down your face and Shouto lifts his hand but pauses and lets his hand fall back to his side. He respects your boundaries, won’t move toward you or touch you until you ask for it. But every teardrop that drips from your raised chin, is a nail in his coffin.

For the first time, you make the move. You kiss him.

The kiss is hesitant, soft, like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time before it bleeds into passion and desire. Your hands tangle in his silky hair and you press into him, willing your bodies to become one with the pressure. It’s there again, the love and affection for you, present in the way his lips move against yours.

You finally realize the difference between Katsuki’s and Shouto’s kisses. Shouto moves with purpose, every gesture is oozing with his emotions and the minute he touches you, it’s obvious. Katsuki’s kisses always felt pointed, intense but lacking the connection of his emotions to the act. It’s not that Katsuki didn’t love you, his methods just weren’t right for you.

You push that from your mind as you breathe against Shouto’s lips. When you pull away to look into his eyes, you both are panting. Your mind goes blank as you stare into his duochromatic eyes and the only thing you can focus on, is how much you want him, right now.

“Y/n...please,” he begs in a whisper against your lips. He beats you to the punch, drinking in your need for him and reciprocating it back to you.

He connects your lips again, a deep hunger for you now that he knows you want him. His tongue swirls—God he’s always been good with his tongue—and you can taste his familiar warm yet cool peppermint flavor. His lips intoxicate you; like the call of the unknown to an adventurer; you can’t stay away from him.

He backs you up toward the open staircase that leads to the second floor of the house, still kissing you. He doesn’t escort you upstairs though, he sits you down and makes you lean back. The lip of the stairs dig into your back as he crawls over you. His fingers go for the knot in the towel and untightens it, letting it fall around your hips.

He’s gentle, his fingers only grazing over your skin. He’s so thankful he gets to see you like this again. Too many nights has he fantasized about the night he had you, wishing he could just be with you again. He groans as he creates a mental roadmap of your body, taking in his gift.

He bends down and grabs your ankle, placing soft kisses up your leg and nipping and biting your soft exposed thigh. You sigh and close your eyes to focus on how his lips melt into your skin. He kisses your inner thigh before pushing your legs apart further.

“I missed the way you taste,” he says, dragging a slender finger up your wet folds and placing it in his mouth. You gasp at his touch as you hear him moan and move closer to your waiting cunny. He sticks out his tongue and laps at you once before losing himself and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You arch your back pushing your pussy onto his tongue and clawing at the carpet overlaying the stairs. Shouto moans into you, savoring your flavor while sucking on your clit and lips. He nibbles your bundle of nerves and pushes a finger inside you.

You cry out and grip his hair. He hooks his finger up, tickling the spot to make you scream his name. He continues sucking, only stopping to peek up at your expression of pleasure. He smiles to himself as he adds two more fingers, stretching them out inside you and cooling them.

“Fuck!” you scream as your orgasm rips through you and you close your thighs around his head to keep him there and ride it out. Your body shakes and once you’ve relaxed he climbs up your body and kisses you again.

“I want to hear you say my name, y/n.”

He unbuttons his pants and his cock springs forward. You remember how pretty it is and your mouth waters. He kisses down your body, focusing on your nipples, tweaking them with his fingers, one side hot and the other cold. You arch up into his touch again, body craving his skilled fingers without thinking.

Your fingers find the ends of his shirt as you pull it up over his head. You want to feel his skin against yours, for him to be as open as you are right now. He helps you, pulling it off and pulling down his pants as he slips his hand up and down his long shaft.

He looks you in the eye as he enters you, slowly, sensually, feeling himself rub against every corner of your womb and letting out a groan. Like before, he fits perfectly inside you; he’s never felt like he belonged anywhere more than inside of you.

“You feel so fucking good, love. I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he bottoms out and revels in the way your walls clench and hold him. You’re panting, from exhaustion yes—but more from the idea that your body and your heart have been wanting him for so long and you hadn’t ever noticed. Not until this one moment.

You’re pressed into the lip of the stair as Shouto pulls out and snaps into you. God, the way he feels—you’re not sure if there’s anyone who could ever touch your insides like he does. He sets a quick pace, fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has with you or Yaoyorozu.

Your moans are echoing through the house as he pounds you harder. Shouto pushes you into the stair, bruising your back, and the pain brings a few tears to your eyes, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. He looks like a demigod as he hovers over you, chest sculpted and broad as sweat drips slowly down each ab. His eyes are closed and his grunts match the rhythm of his hips ramming against your thighs.

He glances down to see your expression again, wanting to know that he’s able to make you feel better than anyone ever could and notices the tears. How he’s able to deduce that they’re from your bruised back and not the divorce, escapes you. More proof that this man was made for you.

Not missing a beat in his set pace, he wraps your arms and legs around his neck and waist. He carries you, pulling you up and down on his cock as he walks to your bedroom. You cling to him, kissing and biting his neck as he grunts in response to your cunt sucking him in.

He sits on the edge of the bed, with you straddling him. You’re not sure how much you have left in you, but the look on his face when he says in a stern tone, “Ride me,” pushes all doubt from your mind. You work your hips around on him, grinding and bouncing, still clinging to his neck.

His moans are louder now and he’s cursing in pleasure under his breath. You can feel his body tense up as your second orgasm peaks. You scream out, and in the middle of your moan Shouto commands, “Say my name y/n. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“You, Shouto! You! You always have!” you scream, no longer trying to hold back the truth of your heart. That awakens something in him, he’s ready to cum now. He pulls your lips back to his and grabs your hips pulling you down hard onto his cock. You only break the kiss once to gasp out before he takes your breath away again.

He’s in control now, lifting his hips up into you with fervor, chanting a phrase over and over.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

The adoration in his voice moves you, how could anyone love someone so much? His ecstasy washes upon him, a long groan escaping his lips as he releases ropes of cum into your womb.

You clench around him, not wanting any to escape as he peppers kisses all over your face. He kisses away the tears in the corner of your eyes before putting his forehead to yours and whispering again, “I love you so much.”

You return his kiss, brushing his hair from in front of his eye so that he will see the truth in yours when you whisper back, “I love you too, Shouto.”

—

Katsuki takes a swig of the beer sitting in front of him, running a finger through the condensation on the bottle as he watches Shouto leave the kitchen. You face him now, sighing as he looks at you, remorse staining his features.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to the floor. You sigh. This is not how you thought this would go.

The truth is, you will probably always love Katsuki, maybe not in the same way, but there’s no way you can ever stop. Your lack of communication with him over the last few years has bothered you immensely and it’s a big reason why Shouto was in support of the two of you talking today.

“I won’t lie to you, Katsu. I miss you…so fucking much,” you say blowing out a breath. He glances up at you, a small glimmer of hope in his expression.

“I know even though it didn’t work out, and even though we hit that hiccup, I never once doubted that the love between us was real,” you continue.

Katsuki curses under his breath. Only you would refer to his infidelity as a “hiccup”. Damn you for being so nice, so perfect all the time. He sighs again as he stands and grabs his empty bottle. You observe him again, taking in every scar and birthmark on his arms and face. The yearning for him runs through your veins and now that you’ve finally told him how you feel, you can’t help but move closer to him, your arms outstretched to wrap around his waist. He hesitates before pulling you in closer and resting his chin on your head.

You can feel his emotion pour into you, all the remorse and yearning he’s felt over the last three years and it stings at the corner of your eyes and makes the tears swell. You breathe in his familiar scent before saying into his chest,

“I..avoided you all these years because I was afraid of what might happen when I saw you again. I hadn’t dealt with all the feelings and I thought I might hurt Shouto. I’m so sorry I was selfish. You at least deserved the closure.”

He stiffens as he listens to you. He pulls you back to stare at you angrily and you’re slightly confused at his expression.

“Don’t apologize to me, idiot! You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? Look, I know I fucked up everything between us. It’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life. But the idea of not being in your life at all...that would ruin me, Princess,” he replies in a serious tone. He turns away with flushed cheeks when you smile teasingly up at him.

He puffs up his chest and digs his fingers into your shoulders as a flurry of words spill from his lips, “I know that sounds soft, but for right now I don’t care about how it sounds or any of that shit. I just couldn’t keep living day to day knowing that I hurt you so much you never wanted to see me. I’m not asking for another chance to love you in that way, I know that’s not ever going to happen again. I saw the way you and Icy Hot looked at each other. I’m… grateful he was able to give you what you wanted and to make you happy. I just want the chance to know you again.”

You sit quietly for a minute, reviewing his words in your mind. He stares at you, holding his breath and waiting for your response. The tension in the room grows as you think about the last three years. Will it be a mistake if you let Katsuki back in? Could your heart take it if you didn’t let him back into your life?

You sigh deeply, coming to your decision.

“Listen Katsu, I love Shouto more than anyone I’ve ever loved before— well maybe with one exception...” you say giggling to yourself. Before you can finish, the front door bursts open and a whirlwind of energy fills the house. A shrill little voice is ringing through the house as tiny little footsteps approach the kitchen.

“Mommy where are youuuu? We baaaaacckk!”

A small toddler runs into the kitchen as you and Katsuki pull away from each other. You smile down at the girl in adoration as you pluck her from the floor, place her on your hip and tickle her small belly. Her tiny pigtails, red and white split perfectly down her head—just like her father’s— bounce and whip around her chubby face as she squeals and laughs.

Katsuki watches the interaction first in awe and then in admiration as he witnesses you fall perfectly into the role of mother, the one thing you’d always desired. When the girl has calmed down, she looks at him, childlike wonder filing her huge eyes. Her eyes are also heterochromatic like her father’s, one blue and the other your eye color.

“Mommy, who?” The little voice questions in toddler speak as she points in his direction . You smile down at her before grinning warmly at Katsuki.

“Reira, this is mommy’s friend Mr. Bakugou. He brought you a present for your birthday party today,” you say pointing to the gift bag sitting on the counter.

She squeals and wriggles in your arms until you place her tiny feet on the floor. She runs to Bakugou, hugs his calf then runs back toward the front door where Rei is carrying a few bags of groceries for the party.

You grasp his hand and pull him toward the front door as well. “Why don’t you help me finish setting up for the party? Shouto should be back with the cake soon.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles as he lets you guide him.

“Whatever you say Princess.

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