A Sock

"I'm guessing the game didn't go the way you wanted?" You allow a hand to rise, fingers scratching at his head in an effort to comfort him despite your own desperate state.

He simply groans and presses a kiss to your neck and you just about died. Your chest tightened with need, the knot coursing through your body until it landed between your thighs and you were aching with lust. 

You laugh to keep yourself from groaning, spread your legs just a little wider so he could get more comfortable and so you could feel him better. 

"Lost by one point, it's not fair. I carried that team, it was basically me vs eleven people." 

You knew how passionate Zuko was about soccer and how talented he was. You both had been signed up when you were children, though you had switched to gymnastics only a few months later. He was competitive and to lose was a huge blow to his ego. This wasn't the first time he came to your house after and cuddled you.

You knew this was completely platonic, nothing romantic about it but a small part of you couldn't help but grow hopeful because despite the many cuddle sessions you shared, he'd never kissed you before. Was his anger clouding his judgement or was he trying to tell you he felt the same but couldn't say it?

Childhood trauma made it hard for him to communicate his feelings. 

"That's still a win for you, but I get it. Wanna talk about it more?"

You take in a sharp breath when he lifts his head and stares down at you, his huge frame covering yours as he shakes his head no. 

"Can you wash my hair after I shower?" Zuko's golden eyes burn into yours and your stomach is breakdancing, heart skipping a few beats as your pupils widen to truly take him in.

The way his hair fell into his face, half covering the scar on his left eye that he had gotten when you were young, skin tanned and glowing from the summer sun creeping through the curtains. 

He was so beautiful that it was unfair. You wanted him to be yours, to pull his head down and finally kiss his lips, especially when he let his eyes drift to yours. You watched his throat as he swallowed and adjusted his body above you, his hips digging into yours. 

"Yes." You whisper and swallow, annoyed that your cold wasn't letting you fully enjoy this moment, suddenly self conscious of the fact that you had tissue shoved into your nostril and probably looked ridiculous. 

"If you don't squish me to death first."You awkwardly laugh and squirm when he doesn't respond and only tilts his head and smiles. 

"Hmm, deal." Then his body is leaving yours and you regret ever saying anything. 

You washed his hair that night and cried yourself to sleep later when he mentioned he had a date to get to, someone Sokka had introduced him to, but he would text you later to let you know how it went. 

The next "cuddle" session had nearly gone your way and you wanted to curse your friend's entire bloodlines for ruining it. 

It was a month after his game and you were sitting on his kitchen counter, idly scrolling through TikTok as Zuko moved about the room making dinner. You'd occasionally lift your head to sneak a look, pussy throbbing every time your eyes caught the way his compression shirt hugged his chest. 

Zuko wasn't disgustingly ripped, you know, like how some guys were all muscles and veins to the point where it was unattractive. He sported the perfect athletic body thanks to years of soccer, wide shoulders with a narrow waist and his muscles were well defined. 

He was perfect in every way possible. He had even decided to let his hair fall loose when you complained that he always had it up and it would start to knot if he didn’t free it every once in a while. 

Twenty minutes pass with you scrolling and Zuko humming a song while standing over the stove. When a video popped up with that trend of girlfriends seeing if their boyfriends would grunt when lifting them up, you were instantly jumping down and practically skipping to your friend with a devious smile on your face.

"Zuuukooo. Hey, can we try this trend?" You stand to his side and shove the phone up into his face. 

He squinted as he looked at the screen, shaking his head as he smiled and then sighed. He lowered the temperature on the stove and dropped the mixing spoon on the counter, turning to you and before you could process what was happening, you were in the air. 

Zuko had lifted you without grunting and your face burned as you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling, though his grip on your waist was tight enough. Both hands handling onto each side of you, your feet well off the ground as your legs dangled. 

Zuko hadn't broken a sweat, pulling your body closer and your legs wrapped around him out of pure survival instinct. You pulled your face back to stare at him, words lost as your brain turned into goo. Your friend was a different kind of beast for sure. 

"Now what? Do I get a treat for passing?" He's smirking and you wanted to throttle him, his words vibrating through your body and making your cunt clinch against nothing. 

He had no idea the effect he had on you.

"I don't have anything to give you." You whisper and gulp when his eyes travel to your lips, just as they did last time. Butterflies were clogging your chest and stomach, your brain short-circuiting.

"Hmm." He pulls your body closer, hands moving to grip your ass for better leverage. "I'm sure there's something yo-"

A loud knock came from the front door and was followed by the sound of four giggling voices. Toph yelling for Zuko to open up. The man holding you grunts and rolls his eyes, lowering you and not moving his hands until your feet are back on the ground. 

You were going to kill them violently. 

As your friends all pile into the kitchen and Zuko resumes his cooking, you both can't help but steal secretive looks at each other. Well not that secretive since Katara noticed, because of course she did. You were too flushed, too lost to your thoughts to see the way she'd look between you both with a knowing smile.

You went home beyond horny that night, your rose toy turning on the moment your body hit your bed, a certain 6'2 soccer player on your mind. 

The third cuddle session that changed things between you two was after your date went horribly wrong. The guy was terrible, he only talked about himself and refused to let you get a word in unless you were responding to something he said. 

He was far from your type and when you apologized and told him you didn't think this was going to work, he fumed and told you that you weren't his kind of girl anyways. That hadn't bothered you but what did was the way he stormed out and left you with the bill. 

You covered it but it would hurt your pockets since you were a broke college student with rent to pay and didn't have money to waste on losers like him. When Zuko had picked you up and you told him what happened, he apologized, offered to refund you for the bill and asked if you wanted him to find the man and make him apologize for disrespecting you. 

You were fuming in the passenger seat of his car, arms crossed against your chest as you glared out the window watching the lights and buildings fly by. 

"No, please just take me home." 

Zuko only nods, tightening his hand around the wheel as his own anger burns hot. You could practically feel the heat simmering off his skin, his jaw taut as he focused on the road ahead. You’d think he was the one that was slighted.

When he pulled up outside your place, he killed the engine and looked at you, his eyes full of concern for the girl he had grown up with. "Want me to come in with you? I can stay until you feel better." 

You were nodding without hesitation and thanking the gods that you had your own place outside of campus. 

That's how you ended up with his chest pressed against your back, arm tightening around you as he pulled you close and tangled his leg with yours. Best friends cuddled all the time right? There was no reason for your body to be reacting the way it did, stomach twist as you felt his semi-hard cock press into your ass. 

This was totally normal, even if your face turned into a furnace and your heart told you this was in fact, far from normal. You’d never cuddle with Sokka or Aang like this. 

"You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry love." He breaks through your thoughts.

The way he whispered your nickname sent shivers through your body. It was something he had called you for the twenty plus years you knew each other but now that you were sure you were in love with him, it made the name feel too endearing. 

You flipped in his arms so that you could see his face and the sight of him laying in your bed was so domestic, you could feel your body start to melt. The way he stared at you, mouth slightly open, eyes holding your gaze while his hand moved to your hip and rubbed circles on your exposed skin. 

"Do you think I'm unloveable?" You whisper. The question wasn't because your date didn't think you were his type, more so that he had stormed off and left you sitting there like you meant nothing. 

Zuko glares, seeming annoyed that you were letting some loser ruin your mood this much. It was unlike you but he had no idea that as your feelings grew for him so did your insecurities. 

How could he ever want a girl like you? You didn't seem like someone he'd be attracted to based on his dating history and you hated that it made you question your own looks. 

"How could you be unloveable when I love you?"

Your face flushed and you wiggle an inch away, eyes wide and heart stopping as he pulled you back. 

"You can't just say things like that, plus it doesn't count. We've been friends for so long that you have no choice but to care for me. Don’t tease me, jerk." 

He smirks and reaches down to grab your leg, lifting it over his hip so that he could pull you closer. You were sure your panties were ruined. 

He perched his head onto his hand and stared down at you, a loose strand of hair falling from his bun. He moved his other hand from your leg and used it to feel the skin of your cheek, fingers moving until they gripped your chin.

Had you died? That was the only explanation for this heavenly feeling you were experiencing, your entire body trembling under his stare as you lost yourself to his eyes. 

"Don't say stupid things then (name). It makes me irrationally mad." 

"But it's true. How could someone love me-"

"Shut up." 

The world tilted when he smashed his lips against yours, your body sinking embarrassingly fast into his. You locked your legs around his hips when he pushed you onto your back with his body placed on top of yours. 

You both moan into the kiss, lips parting when his tongue rubs against them asking for permission. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, neither of you coming up for air until you lifted your hips to grind against his hard cock and he was pulling away to gasp. 

"Fuck- don't do that love. I'm barely controlling myself right now, don't wanna disrespect you." And despite his words, his hips still grind into you and the way his cock rubs against your clothed pussy has you tossing your head back with a moan until he pulls you back. 

"Please? It'll make me feel better, I need you so bad Zuko." 

You blink at him with wide doe eyes and long lashes and his self control snaps as he pushes his lips against yours again, one hand grabbing your leg to keep it around his waist, the other pushed into the bed above your head so he could hold himself up. 

"If I do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine only, I don't share." 

Was this really happening right now? Zuko never showed any signs of being interested in you and while you were happy he shared the same feelings, you were genuinely confused, blinking up at your best friend with furrowed eyebrows. 

"Do you- I didn't think you were interested in that way." 

Zuko's chuckling, leaning down to place a kiss on your brow before pulling back to look at you again, golden eyes shining with amusement and lust. 

"Did you think I was cuddling you for the sake of it? I've been in love with you since I was eleven, I just didn't think you felt the same until that day in my kitchen." 

Tears well up in your ears and when one slips free, Zuko leans forward and kisses it away before taking your lips again, tongues tangling as you lace your fingers into his hair, pulling the hair tie loose and relishing in the way his hair falls free and into your face. 

Zuko's softly cradling your face, kissing you like he had years of lost time to make up for and you let out all the love you had locked away for years. All of it pouring into one kiss, the weight of the world lifting off your shoulder because he loved you back and as more than just a friend. 

He placed one more kiss to your lips before moving to your neck, licking and sucking hard so it bruises, hands moving to grab your covered tits. 

"Quit teasing.. Zuko, s'not.. fair." You managed to say between heavy breaths, chest moving up and down harshly as you fought back the urge to push him back and start riding him without any foreplay. 

"Let me take my time, love. Have so much to make up for." 

And you keep your mouth shut, biting your lip to keep from crying because this was a dream come true. Zuko loved you, he loved you and this wasn't just your imagination, far better than one of the dreams you so often had. 

After another minute he finally moves to sit back on his knees, not wasting any time and pulling your shirt off and then his. You gasp at being so suddenly exposed, not that it was the first time he saw you in a bra but never in this way. Not when he was about to fuck you and truly make you his. 

“Just stay still for me, alright? You can do that for me, right baby?” His voice is low and laced with desire, your eyes growing cloudy and mouth filling with drool at the sight of his bare chest. His sweats were hanging low on his hips and the way his dark happy trail disappeared into his red boxers had you soaked. 

You nod stupidly, spit forming at the corners of your mouth. He was doing something to your brain because you couldn’t speak, just stared at the man like he hung the moon. 

Zuko chuckled, a hand coming down to rub your cheek. “Good girl. Spread your legs for me, love.” 

You do as he says, your head spinning and a lump forming in your throat when he pulls your skirt and panties down at the same time. The way he stared down at you after tossing your clothes aside had you a little self conscious, hands going to cover your body but Zuko was faster than you, grabbing it tightly and tossing it aside with a warning glare. 

“You’re perfect, stop fucking hiding frome me.” 

You almost cry again but swallow your tears and the lump in your throat, choosing instead to focus on the ache between your legs. 

Zuko drops to his stomach and moves until his face is between your legs, grabbing them to place on his shoulders, staring up at you with a lifted brow. “Don’t be shy, wrap your legs around me.” 

Holy shit, there was no way he couldn’t see the slick dripping down your legs and onto the sheets because you were drenched. His words send you into a frenzy as you do as he says, legs tightening around his head as he smirks and places kisses onto your thighs. 

“I’ll show you exactly why I’m much better than those scumbags you keep wasting your time with. Hold onto me, baby.”

He grips your hips and pulls you further down the bed until your cunt was directly on his face. 

Zuko starts by licking a long strip from your creamy hole to your clit, moving the pink muscle in circles around the sensitive nub before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. 

“Oh fuck! Zuko, haah that f-feels so good.” Your stomach tingles and tightens as you reach a hand down into his hair and move your hips against his tongue. 

You were growing impossibly wetter, your slick covering Zuko’s face as he went to work, groaning against your pussy as he devoured you as though he hadn't eaten in days, all but inhaling you. The way he was so completely lost to you had your stomach tightening all too soon as you cried out, hands tightening around his hair. 

“Don’t stop, m’gonna cum.” You cry, literal tears sliding down your face as you tossed your head to the side, face digging into your pillow. Your chest moving too fast as you tried to catch your breath, trying to stop yourself from cumming too fast. 

Zuko didn’t stop, in fact he added two fingers to prep you further, instantly curling them to hit that spot that had your squishy walls tightening around him. 

You were blindsided by the sudden added pressure and thirty seconds later, you were crying out as sweat beaded on your forehead, pulsing pleasure ripping through you as your orgasm stole your breath. You had never cum so fast in your life, body shaking as you felt every layer of pleasure, Zuko licking and sucking you through it, hand pushing down on your stomach and you swear you came a second time. 

You were in bliss as your legs fell back onto the bed, the dark haired man making his way back up your body. He stared down at you as you attempted to catch your breath, face proudly glistening with your juice as he rubbed at your shaking thigh. 

Your eyes were slowly shutting, brain rattling from the intense orgasm your best friend had just given you. You should have told him sooner, shouldn't have wasted time secretly obsessing over him when you could have been getting your pussy eaten like that. 

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.” His voice was teasing and you opened your eyes to frown at him despite how heavy they felt, still finding it hard to believe that he was above you like this. 

He was so beautiful, reaching to pull down his sweats and boxers, just enough to free himself and holy fuck, your best friend was packing. Drool started to seep from the corners of your mouth at the sight of his hard cock teasing you, the tip red and already leaking pre cum.

When you went to sit up in hopes of tasting him, he pushed you back down and when you went to sit up again, he kept his hand at your shoulder to hold you down while he grabbed his cock with his other hand and started dragging his hand up and down, grip tight as he pleasured himself, thumb rubbing at the tip and using his pre as lube. 

“Not this time, love. Do you have condoms?” 

Your heart dropped. This was really, truly happening. “Y-yes, but you don’t have to wear one. I’m- ahem, I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”

He bites back a smile, chest shaking as he silently laughs. You want to die from embarrassment. 

“Do you want me to wear one, baby?”

You didn't, which was unlike you since you never let a guy sleep with you without one, but this was Zuko and you wanted to feel every inch of him, had waited years too. Something primal settling in your chest at the though of him fucking you raw.   

So you’re shaking your head no and gasping when he rubs the tip against your wet folds. “Thank god. Need to feel how wet you are.” 

You’re nodding like a fool, swallowing hard when he leans down and over you to catch your lips again. It’s soft this time, his lips lightly brushing against yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

He slowly starts to push in, giving you a second to breathe with every push you take until all eight inches of his cock is deep inside you, Zuko moving his hips in circles to get deep until he completely bottoms out. 

His lips are over yours as you breath in each other's air, your eyes squeezing from the sting of the stretch. Zuko was not only long but he was thick and it was taking a minute for you to adjust to his size. 

He was patient, littering your faces in sweet, gentle kisses until you bucked against him for more and he was sitting up to grab yours legs, looking down and groaning at the sight of his cock snug in your pussy, walls stretched around him. He pressed your legs to your chest and leaned over you again, slowly moving his hips and fighting the urge to start pounding into you. 

You were gripping him so tight, the first raw pussy Zuko had ever been in and he thought his stomach might explode with the way it was twisting. You looked so beautiful underneath him, taking his cock so well like you were always meant to.  

“Please move.” You whine, hair fanned out across the sheets you were gripping. 

Zuko didn’t waste any more time, already having done that since he first fell for you all those years ago. He was leaning forward again, hands connecting with yours as he placed them above your head. The first thrust he gives is gentle, just enough to prepare you as he holds your stare and slams into you the second time, the bed knocking against the wall as you cry out and close your eyes. 

Zuko would have told you to open your eyes any other time but the way your pussy was gripping felt so good that he was closing his own, mind still trying to process that he was really fucking you right now. 

All those nights he spent jacking off to the thought you were nothing compared to this, to the way you fit so perfectly around him, your pussy creaming and juices sticking to his abdomen as he started to pick up his pace. 

He didn’t want to rush this, but the way you were squirming beneath him, legs pressed to your chest as he pushed deep, had him pounding ruthlessly into you. His anger grew hot at the thought of you wasting your time with those losers, at them having you in this way.

He would show you that he was always the better option and then he’d have you ride him to show him how much better you were than those girls he was never really into. 

He leans further down to capture your lips again, cock dragging between your swollen folds as he takes you deep and hard. You were mumbling incoherently, ecstasy taking root in your body as Zuko gripped your throat and moved his hips in circular motions to rub against your clit. 

You were on cloud nine as you traded spit, the kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hips started to lift to meet his thrusts and the choked groan Zuko gave, boosted your confidence as you fucked each other. 

“So fucking tight, love. Best pussy I ever h-had.” 

You’re lost in each other, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and the sound of the bed creaking and banging against the wall. He takes you like that for a bit, your legs pressed against your chest as he basically folds you in half until he lowers them so he can feel your chest pressed against his. 

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up so he can kiss your lips again, only pulling back to stare at you. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” He huffs out, a groan escaping when you tighten around him at the sound of the endearing pet name.

“Hi.” You whisper back, eyes hooded and your hands in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. 

“I love you. I always- ngggh, I always have.” Zuko confesses, grinding deep and your bottom lip trembles.

“I love you too, more than you know.”

And his eyes start to burn so he’s picking up his pace again, your jelly-like legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer to keep him inside of you. He’s so deep that you feel his tip kissing your cervix, your pussy gripping him tight, sucking up his cock and refusing to let go. He would stay there forever if it was up to you. 

“Not gonna last long, baby. Shit, you feel too g-good.” He kisses you to cover up the embarrassing moan that almost slipped out, eyes rolling back as the coil in his stomach tightened and threatened to snap. He could feel his balls growing heavy with cum, the human instinct to breed you filling his head. 

How beautiful would you look dripping with his seed? The thought had him spiraling, thrust growing erratic. 

Your nails are digging into his back, the burn doing nothing but adding to the pleasure he felt. You had no idea that one his kinks was pain, and the way your fingers left marks on his back had him spilling into you with a deep and long groan before he could stop himself. 

“Fuuuckkk, I’m cumming baby. Shit, I’m filling you so fucking much.” He cried out, hips snapping sloppily into yours, his crude words sending you over the edge.

You cum hard at the feeling of his hot seed dripping down your ass and onto the bed, Zuko never stopping because this was the longest orgasm of his life. His balls pulsed as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into you, sitting up quickly and pulling out when he remembered he wasn't wearing a condom. 

He threw his head back and sang songs of pure lust, gripping his cock and jerking himself as cum spilled from the tip and onto your stomach. It wasn’t a lot as most of it was inside of you, but the sight still left him breathless and hard. 

He collapsed on top of you when he was spent, his sticky cum basically gluing you two together. Neither of you say a word as you catch your breath, the smell of sex filling the moonlit room, the reality of what just happened hitting you. 

You’re frozen under him, heart skipping beats while your mind raced. Was this a spur of the moment kind of thing? He was just comforting you after a date gone wrong, he couldn’t have meant what he said.. Right? 

“Zuko-”

“I love you and I meant it.” He answered every insecure question racing through your head with seven words, knowing you all too well. It made your chest swell with love, the way he always knew what you were going to say before actually saying it as if your souls were connected. 

He was your person and you were his.

He lifts up to look at you again, a devious smile spreading across his face as he reaches a hand down and uses two fingers to rub at your swollen clit, slowly moving to your hole and pushing his cum back inside. 

“Make no mistake (name), you’re mine and I’m gonna fuck you until every ounce of doubt leaves that pretty little head of yours. Got it?”

The next morning you’re standing in the bathroom, body sore and brushing your teeth when Zuko comes in behind, still half asleep and wearing nothing but his boxers, his hair wild on his head. He stood behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, dropping his head to kiss your shoulder where your shirt hung loose. 

“Morning.” Neither of you say another word as he grabs his spare toothbrush he kept at your place, added toothpaste and started brushing his teeth. 

He used his other hand to sneak under your shirt and hold onto your boob, squeezing it tiredly as he stared at you in the mirror with half closed eyes and pulled you closer.

You never wanted him to stop cuddling you.

❦ lisa's note: i'd do crazy things to modern zuko, like I need him real bad.

꒰ as requested by the lovely @kiyara-blues5999 ꒱

art by internet famous, divider by @cursed-carmine ♡

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

Ten minutes later, you rejoin the party feeling refreshed. It seems that you haven’t missed much in the half hour that you were gone – everyone is munching on sweets and chatting animatedly. The vibe is happy and your peers are still buzzing with delight from the spin the bottle game.

You cruise through the common area where classmates are lounging with friends on the couches and across the floor. You see a few couples necking in the corners, and one in particular catches your eye. Tucked under the window towards the back are Hitoshi Shinsou and Nieto Monoma, locked in an amorous embrace.

Hitoshi is sitting with his back against the wall, Monoma in his lap. They’re making out lazily, blissed out and wrapped up in their own world. The purple haired hero has one hand at the nape of Monoma’s neck, the other creeping up under the hem of his shirt. Nieto has his hands cupping Shinsou’s delicate face. The blonde’s eyes glued shut as he presses his mouth to Hitoshi’s lips again and again and again. It looks as if he can’t believe his luck – he kisses Hitoshi as if they’re locked in a dream and he might wake up at any moment.

You smile quietly; glad to see that the night is going well in the romance department for others aside from you. With a start, you think of Mina and scan the crowd in search of a pink head of hair. You don’t see her on any of the couches or in the hallway. Instead, you find Toru in the kitchen chatting with Tsu and Ochaco, still giggling over her kiss with Oiiro.

“Y/N!” She squeals as she grabs your arm and pulls you into the little group of girls. “Did you see it happen? Oh my GOD wasn’t it romantic!?” She gushes. You grin and nod as she rates the softness of Ojiro’s lips (a solid 8 out of 10) and wonders how defined his abs are under his simple grey t-shirt (since the guy spends most of his off time training in a dojo, you all guess that his abs are likely a 10 out of 10).

Someone passes you a slice of cake on a neat blue All Might plate. You suspect that Midoriya was tasked with the party supply-shopping list. You take a look around the kitchen and sure enough…All Might branded party wear as far as the eye can see. Your teacher’s beefy figure adorns every paper cup, napkin and plate within a ten-foot radius. Note to self – for the next party, put someone cool in charge of party supplies (Jirou is the obvious future choice).

As you munch on the cake and listen to Toru analyze Ojiro’s body language during their kiss, you glance around the rest of the room. Members of Classes A and B are chilling around the space chatting and laughing. It looks like this party will go well into the night. You’re proud of all that you’ve accomplished with your friends – your dream party has finally gotten off the ground! Then you remember why you were scouting out the kitchen in the first place.

You interrupt Toru’s gushing. “Have you seen Mina?”

Toru turns to you, her invisible hands gesturing towards the hallway. “She went off with Kirishima.” She says slyly. “I wonder what they’re up to…I bet it’s more kissing.” She makes a bunch of smoochy noises and Ochaco and Tsu laugh good-naturedly.

“It’s true – we saw them walk off a half hour ago, I think they were going for a walk along the grounds, ribbit.” Tsu says in her usual warbley tone.

“Thanks guys – I’m gonna go look for her!” You call over your shoulder as you move swiftly towards the exit.

As you walk back into the common room, a familiar flash of red and white catches your eye. You see Shoto standing in the corner chatting with Tokoyami and Midoriya. He’s wearing a freshly laundered set of black joggers with a white t-shirt. The joggers fit his trim frame so well you almost salivate at the way they hang off his hips. He feels your gaze and glances your way, and your eyes lock. For a moment, the air between you feels like pure heat. You suck in a slow breath, willing your pussy to chill the fuck out for a minute – you need to go check on your friend! You shoot Shoto a grin before breezing out into the hall and towards Mina’s room. You feel the heat of his eyes on your back as you leave, sending goose bumps up your spine. You hope the other guys don’t notice the way he’s watching your ass as you turn the corner.

Mina’s dorm room is on the fourth floor, so you need to jog up a few flights of stairs to get to her. When you finally knock on her colorful, magnet-covered door, you get no response.

“Mina, it’s me! Open up!” You pound a little harder on the door with your fist. You hear a light sniffle come from the other side of the wall.  “I know you’re in there!”

Finally, after a few minutes of begging and cajoling, Mina opens up the door to pull you inside. She looks a mess – tear-streaked makeup runs down her cheeks and there are mascara stains on her cute crop top. Her hair is rumpled and her dark eyes aren’t as bright as usual.

“Mina – are you alright!?” You’re shocked at her disheveled appearance. Mina has always been the type of person who stays upbeat no matter the circumstance. You’ve seen her fight villains and fail math tests and still keep the good vibes going. She’s never looked so utterly defeated.

Your friend locks the door behind you and sinks into a fuzzy pink beanbag near her desk. “I think I messed up big time, Y/N.” She chokes out as she starts to cry. Thinking quickly, you grab a tissue box off of her bedside table and toss a few tissues in her direction. She catches them gratefully and blows her nose thickly into one of the squares.

You pretend you have no idea what happened. How would you even explain to her that you overheard her argument with Kirishima while you were holed up in a utility closet with Shoto? No way are you ready to have that conversation with your friend. You aren’t ready to talk about your whole Shoto situation with anyone. Maybe someday, but not right now. You decide the best thing to do is to play dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Kirishima…he’s r-really pissed at me. I shouldn’t have pulled a stunt and kissed him like that. It’s not what he w-w-wanted!” She stifles a sob with her hand. “I think I crossed a major boundary with him and fucked up absolutely everything.”

You pat her back as she cries and offer her another tissue. She gratefully accepts as you mull over what you want to say to her. “I’m sure that everything is fine! You know Kirishima! He’s a ball of sunshine I’m sure he’s already over it. How could he be mad – he got to kiss the coolest girl in our year!” You try to sound upbeat. You’re fairly certain that after Kirishima cools down he’ll get over this and want to reconcile with Mina. Holding a grudge just isn’t in his nature.

“You don’t get it Y/N – you didn’t see his face when we were talking. He looked devastated.” She blows her nose again. “He wanted his first kiss – our first kiss – to be special. And I blew it by making a big scene, as per usual.” She wipes at her eyes pathetically. “I don’t think there’s a way to come back from this.”

You wrap your arm around Mina, letting her cry for a few minutes before you propose a solution. “I think that what Kirishima needs is some time alone to process his feelings. Once he’s ready – I think you give him a sincere apology. Tell him you understand where he’s coming from, and you should have taken his feelings into consideration. Don’t be flirty about it, just be honest. And then if he accepts your apology, you ask for a do-over.”

“A do-over?” Mina asks, mascara still smudged across her bright pink cheeks.

“A do-over. Ask him for every single detail of what he envisioned for your first kiss together. Then, you bring it to life for him. You plan the perfect first do-over kiss and you make it the most romantic, manly kiss he could ever dream of. Do everything exactly the way he wants. Tell him the first kiss was a fluke since everyone was watching – tell him that the kiss that matters is the one that only the two of you know about.”

Mina is silent for a moment as she contemplates this, fat tears still rolling down her bright cheeks.

“Oh wow. You’re good.” Mina says in disbelief, wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. “That might actually work!?” She peers up at you as if seeing you for the first time. “Are you some kind of secret romance expert?”

You laugh loudly at this. “No way! Have you ever known me to get involved with romance? All I got out of spin the bottle was a kiss on the cheek.” You lie, hoping to cover your butt. You start to worry that all of these lies are going to catch up to you soon. If your friends find out about you and Shoto…they are going to be royally pissed off.

“I don’t know…” Mina says suspiciously. “There’s been something off about you lately.”

“W-what?” Oh crap.

“Yeah – ever since you started texting with Honenuki you’ve been a little flustered. You must really like him.” She waggles her eyebrows, already coming back to her usual teasing self. You sigh, exasperated. You take a measured breath, thinking through what you’re about to say.

“Listen, Mina. If I tell you something private – will you clean yourself up and get back to having fun at the party?” You say slowly, trying to keep your face arranged in a serious expression.

Mina practically hits the ceiling she jumps up off of the beanbag chair so fast.

“Absolutely!! What juicy secrets have you been keeping from me, girl!?”

“Nothing juicy! It’s just that…I don’t like Honenuki that way. Sure, he’s very sweet and friendly and he’s kinda cute – but I’m not interested in him like that. Actually…I have a crush on someone in the hero course. Someone else. But that’s all that you’re getting out of me right now!” You wave your hands dismissively. You’ve told her all she needs to know for now. You can’t reveal anything about Shoto just yet – not until you both are on the same page about other people knowing.

Mina squeals something unintelligible and hops around you. “A crush! A crush! A crush! We should make vision boards about this!” You laugh at her enthusiasm, marveling at the way nothing can keep Mina down for long. You’ll tell her about Shoto eventually. You’ll have to – she and Toru are your best friends in the world. How could you keep such a massive secret from them!?

Mina is a good friend. Despite her overenthusiastic approach to, well, everything, she respects your wish not to divulge any additional information about your crush. You refocus back to Mina’s needs. You help Mina clean herself up – she removes her runny makeup with a washcloth and reapplies a fresh coat of mascara to her lashes. Once she dawns a final swipe of cherry lip smackers, you know she’s mostly back to normal.

“You ready to get back out there?” You ask her, checking your own reflection in the mirror and making sure your hair isn’t rumbled from your romp in the closet with Shoto.

She looks at you through the reflection of the mirror and makes a simpering face. “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”

You both laugh. “But yeah – I’m ready. Let’s get back to it. I’m dying to see how Hitoshi is acting around Neito now that they’ve publically sucked face.” She says enthusiastically. You open the door and usher her through.

“Oh just you wait.” You say conspiratorially, a giggle rising up in  your throat. “Hitoshi can’t keep his hands off of Neito. He’s like an octopus.”

“No. Fuckin’. Way.” Mina says, breathless. “I love it when a ship works out.”

“Yeah Monoma is so lucky!” You close her dorm door behind you. “Wow, what a night!” The lock clicks into place and you start to make your way down the hall, following in Mina’s springy footsteps. “This party business is truly exhausting.”

“Yeah…I think we’ve done enough spin the bottle for one night.” She concedes, fluffing up her hair as the two of you stroll down the hallway and back towards the common area.

“Oh! Speaking of which, I have a question for you.” You reach out and grab her arm to pull her back lightly. She comes to a stop and looks back at you, her dark eyes sparkling curiously in the fluorescent hall light.

“What’s up?”

“How did you rig ‘Spin The Bottle’ to ensure that all of your ships had to kiss? And don’t lie to me, I know you set the whole thing up somehow. Shinsou and Monoma. Toru and Ojiro. Kaminari and Jirou. You and Kirishima and all the rest – there’s no possible way that those match ups all happened by chance.” You give her an appraising look, still not comprehending how she pulled the whole thing off.

Mina grins, eyes glinting. “Oh, that. Yeah, you got me. So listen to this - you know that girl I invited from the General Studies Course? The one who kissed Shoto?”

You nod, feeling a bit of a sting in your heart as you recall the sweet little kiss Shoto bestowed on the pretty General Studies girl.

“Well…” Mina continues, really drawing out the reveal. “Her quirk is light telekinesis. She can control inanimate objects that weigh a few pounds. Not a super heroic quirk, but a pretty useful power when it comes down to it. She was the one making sure that the bottle landed on the right person each time. I gave her a list of all of the potential Spin The Bottle pairings I wanted to make happen, and she made sure every single one came to fruition. Any time someone spun the bottle, she used her quirk to have it land on specific people.”

Your jaw drops.  The two of you stare at each other for a moment – Mina preening while you stand in stunned silence.

“Oh my goodness. Mina…that’s insane. Genius, but insane. How did you even think of this? How did you meet her? And why didn’t you tell me and Toru!?” So many questions are swirling around your head. Usually the three of you share everything. Mina is a notorious gossip – so how did she manage to pull this off without letting any info slip to you and Toru? It looks like you’re not the only friend in this group with secrets

“Okay, don’t be mad.” Mina holds up her hands as if in surrender. She can see your brain working overtime to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. “I had to keep it a secret – she didn’t want anyone else to know she was involved beforehand and run the risk of getting in trouble if we got caught during the planning stages of the party. Apparently Fujita is in talks for a prestigious internship program and she’s trying to be extra careful so that she doesn’t jeopardize her chance to get chosen. In fact, I think she dipped as soon as the game was done.”

“As for how I met her…well, remember how I’ve been working on a new Ultimate Move lately? A few weeks ago, I realized that I needed better Support Items in order to execute the new move. I really wanted a more supportive sneaker that would allow me to shoot out acid and glide around, you know? So I went to the Support workshop looking for some help and that’s where I met her. We immediately hit it off – she’s super friendly and cool! She was doing some research on how to market Support gear and was asking Hatsume some questions about her work. We all started chatting about our quirks and stuff pretty naturally…and then the three of us started saying hello in the hallways and becoming friendlier. I was thinking about our Spin The Bottle plan during class one day, and wondering how on Earth I would make sure that I got to kiss Kirishima and his gorgeous face. And the idea just came to me. I asked her a few days later and she said she’d do it, but for a price.” Mina raises her eyebrows and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to piece things together.

“She wanted a kiss from Shoto.” You breathe out.

“Bingo!” Mina says, pointing your way. She starts to walk down the hall again, pulling you along with her. “Ever since the Sports Festival, she’s had a huge crush on our Icy Hot classmate. I guess he went to the Support Lab, too, asking for some items and they chatted a bit. She’s, like, head over heels for his ass. So I told her that I would set up the situation at the party where she’d get a shot at kissing Shoto. And, obviously, she agreed!”

“Huh. Wow. Um…just curious, what specifically does she like about Todoroki?” You try to sound casual but you feel yourself starting to sweat. Don’t be to obvious!

“What isn’t there to like about Shoto!?” Mina practically squeals. “I did ask her, though. She likes his intensity and his attention to detail. Also his hands.”

“His hands!?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah.” Mina holds out her own hands before her face thoughtfully. “She was really embarrassed about it, but she said she likes how big his hands are. Said it was Hot with a capital H. And that got me thinking…Kirishima’s hands are pretty fuckin’ hot too. Like, he’s just so strong. Imagine what he could do with those bulky hands of his in bed.” She cackles.

“MINA!” You say, scandalized.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She says, dropping her arms to her sides as she giggles, seemingly back to normal. You have a feeling she’s not kidding though.

“As for why I didn’t tell you and Toru…I wanted it to be a surprise. Toru’s been dying to kiss Ojiro and I wanted to give you a shot at something fun with Honenuki since he seemed really interested in you lately. But my bad for pushing you towards him since you’re obviously into someone else. Maybe I should have told you guys upfront.” She’s quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. “This is like what Kirishima was upset about, isn’t it? Maybe…maybe sometimes I just move forward with things without thinking about how it will impact others. I need to consider that everyone’s feelings are just as important, if not more important than my own. Especially when it comes to people I care about. That’s a lesson I really need to take to heart.”

“We all have things we need to work on.” You say kindly. “We are just high schoolers. We’re all changing and learning every day. Isn’t that the whole point of growing up?”

Mina smiles at you, all teeth. “You know, you’re pretty wise Y/N. For a dumbass.”

“I could say the same about you, Pinky.”

The two of you laugh as you turn the corner back into the common area.

“In any case…I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position. I was too excited for my own good about the whole Spin The Bottle shipping thing. Can you forgive me?” She looks at you pleadingly with her wide, black eyes.

“Of course.” You say. And it’s true – you do forgive her. “I’m thinking maybe we don’t tell the rest of the class about the way you rigged Spin the Bottle. Apologizing for that might cause a lot more harm than good.”

Mina frowns. “I feel guilty now, though. Did I trick everyone?”

“Hmm…I think that if we stop the game here, we’re fine. A few of our friends definitely weren’t thrilled about participating…Tokoyami, Momo and Shoto all come to mind. Maybe you can just give them each a quick apology and tell them you’re sorry you pushed things so far.”

“Hmmm…yeah.” Mina’s face flushes with embarrassment as she recalls the way that she essentially forced your classmates to participate in the game. “That was so dumb of me, I really shouldn’t have made everyone uncomfortable. What kind of hero does something like that?”

“Hey. Hey, it’s fine Mina! You’re fine! Remember what I said…we’re learning and growing. We’re allowed to make mistakes as long as we own up to them and try to be better next time. It’s alright.” You reach out and wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze. She sighs and glances over at you, her face still pinker than normal.

“Ugh I just feel so guilty. And poor Kirishima…he’s so mad.” Mina groans, leaning into your hug.

“I have confidence you’ll find a way to make things right.” You give her a squeeze and then let go. “Honestly…I think you did put some great couples together. A lot of people were thrilled with how the game went. I bet Kaminari is walking on air right now.”

“Oh god. Yeah I forgot about that.” Mina lets out a rough laugh. “Do you think we should we tell Toru?”

“Yeah, let’s fill her in later. I think she’d want to know. And I don’t think she’ll be mad about it.” You start walking again towards the common room. “A few minutes ago she was rating the softness of Ojiro’s lips, so I think she’s pretty pleased with how the whole thing shook out.”

“Ha…yeah, I knew she’d be excited about Tailman.” Mina grins as you round the corner and re-enter the party. You look around the common area and see that everyone is gathered around Ochaco who is proudly holding a brightly colored box aloft.

“Who want’s to play Twister!?” She calls out and everyone cheers. It’s a good night.

A large group of your friends flock over to Monoma who starts laying out the Twister mat. You watch from a far, smirking as Izuku grabs the spinner and starts calling out instructions to the others. Everyone’s scrambling across the slick plastic, laughing and slipping and having fun.

You and Mina wade through the rest of the crowd on the hunt for Toru. Mina veers off towards the kitchen to grab a coke while you scan the common area. On your trek across the room, you see your phone lying abandoned on the ground next to one of the couches.

“Oh, shit – there’s my phone!” You hadn’t realized that you’d left it on the floor during the game. You bend down to scoop it up, clicking open the lock screen and see a series of frantic texts.

Hatsume: Time’s up!

Hatsume: That was a lot of fun, let’s do it again sometime! I learned so much from Mr. King and can’t wait to make some modifications to my drone babies.

Hatsume: Are you seeing these? Mr. King will probably be at the dorms in 5 minutes.

Hatsume: No one else is answering their phones. Remind me to give you all smart watches next time we do something like this – I have a brand new design I’ve been working on that would be absolutely perfect for a situation like this. Here, I’m attaching the schematics in case you want to take a look!

Hatsume: I hope that you were able to break up the party before Mr. King arrived. Thanks again for the awesome testing opportunity for my babies!

Your eyes grow wider with each text you read. You feel panic rising in your chest – you have to say something. You need to tell everyone to leave! But you’re so overwhelmed and you didn’t come up with a party evacuation plan (how stupid of you!!) and now you can’t seem to get a sound past your lips.

At some point Toru has arrived and come to stand next to you.

“Y/N?” Toru says slowly, reaching out to shake your shoulder with an invisible hand.

“Toru – where’s your phone!?” Is the first thing your brain and mouth can agree on saying. The words fly from your lips so quickly it comes out as a garbled mess. Toru stands silently, her invisible face likely sporting a gob smacked expression.

“What?”

“Your. Phone.” You try to stay calm and annunciate, but your mind is flying. Everywhere you look there’s evidence that a party is taking place – there’s decorations and bowls of chips and riotous partying UA students. It would be impossible to clean up everything in under a minute.

“Oh! I think I left it on the charger in the kitchen. Remember you plugged it in and admonished me for now having charged it? I bet if I had left it be it would still be in my pocket with a decent charge.” You realize she’s absolutely right – you had taken her phone away from her to charge. You curse yourself silently, looking around desperately for Mina in the crowd.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Toru grabs your phone out of your hands and her eyes fly across the messages.

“Oh, shit.” She says frantically, waving her arms around in that characteristic frenzied way of hers. “Um. Um! Everybody! Mr. King is on his way! We gotta get out of here - !”

But no one can hear her over Hitoshi and Neito’s Cloak and Dagger Melodies party playlist. The music is bumping and everyone is chatting and having a great time. You desperately search for a hint of glossy blonde hair – where the hell is Neito? You need to pause this goddamn playlist ASAP and get everyone’s attention.

You scan the crowd frantically, and your heart leaps when you see a tuft of purple gelled hair off to your right.

“Toru – go find Mina! Tell her what’s going on! And tell people to go and hide in Class A’s dorm rooms!” You quickly shove her away.

You march your way through the dancing crowd, pushing friends and classmates aside as you stomp towards a slim, purple haired figure. As you get closer, you’re exasperated to see that Neito and Hitoshi have resumed their make out session. They’re standing in the center of the makeshift dance floor; swaying softly to the beat of whatever 80s New Wave song is playing. Hitoshi’s large hands are gripping Neito’s cute waist as he lavishes slow, deliberate kisses on your friend. For his part, Neito has his fingers wrapped up in Hitoshi’s thick hair. He looks like he’s ascending to heaven.

“Oh my GOD – guys! Cut it out!” You screech, reaching to grab at Neito’s shoulders so you can pull him away from Hitoshi.

“Y/N…?” Neito gasps as he shakes his head and comes back to himself. He looks absolutely punch drunk with glazed eyes and a blissful expression.

Hitoshi glares at you, annoyance dancing in his dark irises. “Homophobic, much?” He says sarcastically, hands angling to grab Neito’s face so he can get back to work kissing the blonde senseless.

“Guys. Guys!” You throw up your hands in a fine impression of Toru. “Cut the music. Mr. King is on his way over!”

Neito and Hitoshi stare at you as your words register. It only takes a moment for Neito to start panicking. He pushes Hitoshi away from him with a flourish, the purple haired boy stumbling backwards as he scrambles to pull his phone from his tight jeans pocket.

“What do you mean Mr. King is on his way over!?” Neito shrieks, grabbing you by the shoulders and giving you a haphazard shake. “I thought Hatsume had this covered!”

“You know as well as I do that she was only going to be able to buy us a bit of time.” You say, flustered. “Now we need to focus on party evacuation!”

Hitoshi finally fishes his phone out of his tight jeans pocket and hits pause on the Spotify playlist. His expression matches Neito’s – eyes wide with panic. You can almost read his mind here – he worked so hard to get into the Hero Course. Was he going to be caught and kicked out for attending this little shindig? You feel guilt flood your stomach at the thought.

The speaker across the room goes silent, but no one seems to notice. Classes A and B are all babbling and laughing and chatting across the common area and kitchen. Not good. You had been hoping that turning off the music would get everyone’s attention.

Okay okay okay…you can do this! You’re a hero in training! You can come up with a plan!

Your eyes search the crowded room wildly and land on Momo. She’s chatting animatedly to Kendo a few feet to your left. An idea crackles into your brain – you scurry over to her.

“Momo!” You grab her arm and yank her away from Kendo. “I need you to make something really fast. Mr. King is on his way and we need a way to get everyone’s attention.”

Momo stares at you for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She opens and closes her mouth quickly, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Come on, Momo!” You grab her bare, muscled arm and give it a tiny shake. “It’s go time!”

“Right!” She says more to herself than to you. She raises her arm above her head and a small cannon noise fills the room as confetti explodes from her bare elbow. Okay! This is good! You can work with this! Thank God for Momo and her quick thinking.

The entire room goes silent and heads turn to look at you and Momo.

“The teachers are on their way! Everyone choose a buddy from Class A and go hide in their dorm for a bit. We’ll send out a text once the coast is clear.” Momo calls out, ever the strategist.

No one moves. It’s so quiet; you could hear a limited edition mini All Might action figure drop to the ground. Your nerves are absolutely fried.

“Why isn’t everyone moving!?” You call out at them desperately. Everyone looks at you with blank expressions. You search their faces – Neito’s eyes are wide with panic, he looks like he may faint. When your eyes lock, he raises a shaky hand to point behind you.

Slowly, you turn around to face the doorway, following his sightline.

Mr. Vlad King stands tall in the door, a hulking figure casting a shadow across the party. In one massive hand he holds the crushed remains of one of Hatsume’s drones. In the other, he’s holding up a cowering Mineta by one of his purple head balls.

Oh no.

“Hello, class.” He says in that signature growl of his. “I’m going to need someone to explain what’s going on here.”

He drops the drone and it hits the hardwood floor with a tiny “clang!”

You’re all in deep shit.

The room is absolutely silent. Mr. King places Mineta on the ground softly and your classmate scampers into the crowd to stand next to Shoji. The little guy looks fine – he’s completely unscathed from Hatsume’s distraction.

Mr. King looks around slowly, his eyes trained on each of his students as he waits for an answer. He lets his gaze linger on Kendo – as the class rep; she would typically be the first to speak up in a situation like this. But even her bright eyes are downcast and her mouth is clamped shut in a thin, guilty line.

“Well?”

No one says anything. The silence is deafening. 

There’s a beat, then Neito steps forward.

“I’m sorry, King Sensei. I organized this illegal party and I asked Hatsume to help distract you. I’ve been incredibly dishonest and I fully accept responsibility and punishment for this.”

Vlad King’s jaw practically drops in shock. Classes A and B look on and a general air of astonishment washes over the room. Neito Monoma is not one to take on the blame for anything, let alone an illegal party involving his peers.

“Neito…you did this? And you’re…taking responsibility?” Mr. King looks downright proud.

Neito smiles softly, nervously. “Yeah.”

Mr. King blinks and then looks around at the room, taking in the faces of his and Aizawa’s students. Everyone looks uncomfortable and guilty. He looks back at Neito thoughtfully. “We’re going to have a long talk about this.”

Neito nods, accepting his fate. His expression is surprisingly serene. He doesn’t try to defend his actions or distract Mr. King by waxing poetic about how superior Class B is. He just stands there, willing to accept whatever punishment or disappointment Mr. King is going to waylay him with.

But Mr. King doesn’t press any harsh words onto Monoma or the rest of his students. He just looks out at the class a bit sadly and says: “Alright. Let’s clean this place up – everyone pitch in.” He doesn’t sound angry, just very tired. The deep lines of his face are creased from exhaustion. You see a light scratch across his left cheek – did Hatsume’s drones do that? Suddenly you feel a deep sense of remorse. It was unfair of you to think of Mr. King as just an authority figure to avoid and trick. You look at the tired teacher and realize with a jolt that you had forgotten his humanity, and you weren’t feeling very heroic about it. Perhaps you and your friends had gone too far in pursuit of a silly party.

Classes A and B are silent as they take down the decorations and clean the floor, tossing plastic plates and cutlery in the trash. There are so many people crowded into the space – it only takes a few minutes to return the room to its former UA glory. Shoji and Tokoyami remove all of the dark tablecloths from the windows, and Tsu uses her tongue to take down the streamers and hanging decorations.

Without all of the décor, you can see the stars winking brightly through the tall windows. You feel a deep sense of regret as you think back to how just a few hours earlier you and your friends were running and laughing, carefree, under that same night sky. You’d give anything to turn back the clock and go back to that moment.

“Alright. Class A – go to your dorm rooms. I’ll be back to check on everyone – I do not want anyone back in the common area until morning. Class B, walk with me. We’re headed back to your dorm building.” Mr. King waits for Class A to disperse – you all trudge towards your rooms, heads hung low with guilt.

As you pass Honenuki, he reaches out lightly to grab your hand and give it the tiniest of squeezes. Your eyes lock with his for a moment, you’re surprised at the warmth in his expression. It’s like being hugged.

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When you finally reach your room, you’re grateful to be alone. You close the door soundly behind you and turn the lock before you let the tears come. You’re embarrassed and ashamed and…well, honestly you’re pretty scared. You have no idea what Mr. Aizawa will do or say when he returns and hears about the horrible mess of a party you and your friends have organized. It was kind of Neito to take the blame, but the truth will come out eventually. There’s no way you’ll let him take the fall for all of this. You wonder if what you’ve done is grounds for expulsion. Mr. Aizawa has expelled students for far less…

You shake your head and try to breathe deeply as the tears roll down your face. Your phone starts to buzz – it’s a FaceTime request from Mina. You quickly click it open and see that Toru is on the line as well. Mina’s face is pale with shock, Toru (as per usual) hovers invisibly in the tiny video square, and you are the only one crying.

Mina breaks the silence immediately.

“WOW WOW WOW OKAY!” Mina practically screams into the phone. “We need to get our stories straight, like, now.”

“How did we not see that coming? How did we not think of an escape plan!?” Toru cries out into the phone, all emotion. Huh, maybe she’s crying too. It’s hard to tell since she’s invisible.

“I know. I feel like we screwed up big time, y’all.” You sniffle, whipping your nose with the back of your hand.

“I left my phone in my room like an idiot!” Mina pulls at her curly hair in irritation.

“And I left mine in the kitchen on the charger! I can’t believe I didn’t have it on me during the party. I’m an idiot” Toru shakes her phone for good measure, and her tiny image on your screen vibrates with the motion.

“I just got too distracted by the party. I didn’t even think to check my phone once the party was in full swing. Y’all…as heroes, we lost focus during the mission. We let ourselves get sidetracked and caught up in the action.” You grumble guiltily. “We didn’t spend time thinking through the big picture.”

“Ugh, you’re so right Y/N.” Toru whimpers. “We should have treated this like a full class mission and planned out our exit/extraction.”

“Well. I guess that’s another lesson learned for tonight.” Mina sighs out. “Now let’s get our stories together.Just what are we going to tell Mr. King and Mr. Aizawa when they start asking questions? It was nice of Neito to take the fall initially, but eventually the teachers are going to want the full story.”

“Ugh. You’re right.” You groan, face palming. “We’ll really need to think this through.”

You hear a knock at your door and you stiffen. Has Vlad King really returned from the Class B dorms this quickly?

“Hold on guys.” You place your phone down and rise to answer the door. When you turn the knob and wrench it open, you’re surprised to find Hitoshi Shinsou standing in your doorway.

“I have a plan.” He says simply, pushing past you and into your room. From the ground, you can hear Mina and Toru arguing loudly over FaceTime. Shinsou bends down and scoops up the phone, holding it so that his pale face is on camera. “I know how we can potentially get out of this. We need to get Neito on the line as soon as he’s back in his room.”

Shinsou sends a hasty text to Neito from his own phone, and the four of you wait in silence for a few minutes. Finally, after what seems like ages, Neito requests to join the FaceTime.

His tiny face pops up on the screen. His blonde hair is still neatly gelled, but it’s clear that he’s changed into his pajamas since you saw him ten minutes ago.

“Great job, Neito.” You praise and he beams. Who would have guessed that he’d be so ready to take the fall for the party?

“Yeah – I can’t believe you did that!” Toru squeals out in admiration. “That was so cool of you!”

“Alright – quit stroking his ego.” Hitoshi smirks, crowding next to you so that your faces are squished together on camera.

“Shinsou said that he has a plan.” You fill in Neito as Mina and Toru go on mute. You pass your phone to your purple haired classmate and duck out of the frame. “It’s all you, Mind Jack.”

Shinsou rolls his eyes at the use of his hero name and holds the phone at eye level.

“So here’s what I think we need to say…”

As it turns out, Mr. Aizawa and Mr. King had been trying to figure out a way to bring both of the classes together for a long while. They hated the growing division between Classes A and B. In past years, the classes had never been so at odds. But, the events of the year had lead to Class A being thrown in the spotlight, and Class B feeling some sort of way about it. Mr. Aizawa had brought this up on occasion to Shinsou during their extra training sessions. Apparently, he often liked to pick Hitoshi’s brain and get his opinions on lesson planning and class issues. It was good to have a teen on the inside.

“Hitoshi…you’re a genius.” Mina’s voice crackles over the phone as she unmutes herself. “Alright, so we’re all on the same page here? As long as we don’t mention the alcohol I don’t think we should get in too much trouble.”

Since you had all so meticulously removed the brand label from the bottle, there really isn’t a way to prove that alcohol had been involved. Plus, no one had imbibed enough to actually get drunk, sick or sloppy.

“But what about Hatsume’s involvement?” Neito chimes in.

“We don’t know how much Mr. King knows yet. He might not have even seen her. And maybe they won’t be able to trace those drones back to her?” You say hopefully, looking over at Hitoshi for input.

“Let’s try to get the teachers to do most of the talking tomorrow so we can deduce how much they’ve put together. Then we lean into the whole ‘building inter-class camaraderie” theme hard. Maybe Mr. Aizawa will be proud of Mineta stepping up and taking one for the team as the distraction.” Hitoshi shrugs. “To be honest, Aizawa doesn’t care much for Mineta so maybe he’d be impressed by his ‘act of selflessness.’”

“Well…” Toru says nervously into the phone.

“What?” Hitoshi says blankly, turning to you for an explanation about your friend’s uneasiness with that piece of the plan.

“So. Um. Mineta didn’t volunteer to be our distraction out of the kindness of his heart.” You say awkwardly as Hitoshi’s tired eyes bore into your own. “We promised him that he’d get to kiss me in exchange for his services as bait for Mr. Vlad.”

“Damn. Offering sexual favors in exchange for services rendered? You guys are way more hardcore than I thought.” Hitoshi actually looks impressed. “So hopefully Mineta didn’t say anything about that fun little bargain to Mr. King after he got caught. Sexual Quid Pro Quo is definitely grounds for some kind of legal action or punishment.”

The blood in your veins goes cold. Shit.

“But it was his idea!” Mina shrieks through the phone’s tiny speakers. You wince at the sound. You feel shaky like you might start crying again.

“Yeah but you all agreed to it. And Mineta held up his end of the bargain. This could be really bad if the school found out about it.”

Neito mouths something angrily on the screen and the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth quirks upwards fondly.

“Neito…you’re on mute, babe.” He says in that gravely voice of his.

Monoma quickly unmutes himself and repeats what he was saying:

“But it’s only a kiss! It’s not like we promised Y/N would sleep with him or anything!” He says, gesturing wildly. His face is a bit pink in response to Hitoshi’s using such an unexpected term of endearment.

“It doesn’t matter…you still made a trade of a physical favor for a service. I don’t know what kind of punishment they’d slap you with, but this sort of thing would definitely rub the UA administration the wrong way if they found out about it. Let’s just hope Mineta didn’t say anything too incriminating. I can stop by his dorm and ask him before I got to bed, if you’d like.” Hitoshi smirks. “I think he’s afraid of me, so I’d probably be the best person to do it.”

“Could you, please?” You say in a strained voice. Hitoshi looks over and sees how pale you’ve gone, he awkwardly pats your shoulder in what he must think is a reassuring way.

“Yeah, for sure. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.” He retracts his hand from your shoulder and gives you a thumbs up.

“Alright. I think we’ve mostly got our story straight. Don’t mention the alcohol. Don’t mention me needing to kiss Mineta. Don’t mention Hatsume. Don’t mention Spin The Bottle. Say we wanted to throw a game night to promote unity and bonding between Classes A and B. We good?” You quickly recap, counting off your fingers as you make each statement. “Dang, that’s a lot to keep track of.”

Everyone nods to confirm that they’re aligned (Toru doesn’t say anything to indicate that she’s not aligned, so you assume she’s invisibly nodding).

A message appears at the top of your phone screen from Shoto, a tiny preview of his text reads out in a bubble:

Shoto: You doing alright?

You quickly move to swipe the bubble away, hyperaware that Hitoshi can see any message that flashes across your screen. You remind yourself that it’s not weird for your classmates to check up on you -  you’re one of the party ringmasters, after all! And the message Shoto had sent was completely innocent, so…

Another message from Shoto scrolls across the screen as Toru rattles off a list of questions for Hitoshi to ask Mineta. You try to swipe the message away but you accidentally pull up the text screen over your friend’s FaceTime faces.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it.  

You swipe desperately to get the text screen to disappear and after a moment succeed. Toru is still speaking, saying something about Hatsume’s drones. You throw a terrified glance at Hitoshi’s direction. He’s looking at you, violet eyes wide with shock. His eyebrows are comically far up his forehead.

Oh yeah, he definitely just got a glance at Shoto’s text.

Oh God.

He knows.

“Alright, Hagakure.” Hitoshi quickly turns back to the screen and nods in agreement at whatever your friend is saying. His facial expression instantly falls back to neutral – his eyebrows relaxing and his eyes narrowing back to their usual lazy squint. You stare straight ahead and try to keep all of your blood from rushing to your face. You feel hot all over but in a bad way. You don’t know Hitoshi super well, but you know he’s a good person. He wouldn’t spill your biggest secret to the world, right?

Hitoshi seemingly ignores you as he continues talking into the FaceTime. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Alright, I’ll ask him all of that. I think we’re all on the same page – get a good night’s sleep everyone.”

Good nights are exchanged, and one by one your friends drop off the call. Hitoshi clicks off your phone so that the screen goes back. He slowly turns to you, his expression flips back to one of uncharacteristic surprise. But his voice is as even and measured as ever when he says:

“Holy shit, Y/N. How long have you been fucking Shoto Todoroki?”

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You stare at Hitoshi, frozen in horror.

He stares back at you, thick purple eyebrows raised as he waits for your reply.

Finally, you manage to wrap your tongue around a sentence.

“I am not hooking up with Todoroki.” Your voice quavers at the end of the sentence and you know you don’t sound at all convincing.

Hitoshi crosses his arms in front of him, a smile pulling at his lips. He’s going to enjoy pulling this information out of you. Suddenly you realize something about Hitoshi Shinsou – he loves drama. He’s got to – he has the hots for Neito Monoma of all people. He must eat up theatrics for breakfast.

“Come to think of it, you and Todoroki did disappear around the same time tonight. I was looking for him earlier. I wanted to ask him to train. No one seemed to know where he’d disappeared. Kendo said the last time she’d seen him, he was hanging back from dessert to talk to you.” Hitoshi barks a low laugh. It’s not an unkind sound, but you flinch nonetheless.

“You can’t tell anyone.” The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them. You look up at him, fear etched across every inch of your face. You must look terrified, because he starts to look worried.

“What’s wrong?” He drops his arms to his sides and leans forward, his face painted in concern. “Is something bad happening? Are you alright? Take a deep breath, Y/N. It’s okay.” He reaches out a hand and plants it on your shoulder. You didn’t realize that you were starting to hyperventilate, and his touch anchors you.

You suck in a deep, rattling breath and force yourself to match his slow and even breathing pattern. The two of you sit like that for a few minutes, eyes locked and breathing deeply. He guides you through it, extending his breaths in and out and prompting you to follow his lead. After a few minutes, you start to feel better and the adrenaline of being caught fizzles away.

Hitoshi lightly kneads at your shoulder with his hand before drawing it back. “You’re okay.” He reassures you. He slowly gets to his feet. “Where do you keep your pajamas?” You point wordlessly at your dresser, indicating the second drawer. Hitoshi walks over and slowly opens the drawer, pulling out a pair of cozy sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt.

“You like My Chemical Romance?” He asks, his dimple showing as he grins down at the black skeleton covered t-shirt and walks back to you. “Here, put these on. I’ll turn around.”

You do so. You’re absolutely exhausted and coming down off of the adrenaline of the night. You’ve been through seemingly a thousand trials this evening – setting up the diversion for Mr. King. The party. Spin The Bottle. Shoto kissing Fujita. Honenuki kissing you. Having feelings about all of it.Shoto getting jealous and finger fucking you in the closet. Helping Mina sort through her feelings and her attention issues. T majority of Classes A & B being caught having an illegal party. And then, to top it all off, Hitoshi Shinsou discovering that you’ve been hooking up with UA’s most eligible bachelor. It’s far too much, and you’re starting to shut down.

You pull on your MCR t-shirt and look gratefully at the back of Hitoshi’s head as he stands chivalrously in the corner of the room while you change. He seems to understand that you’re in the middle of an adrenaline crash combined with a freak out. And he’s being…surprisingly cool about it!? He’s extending you the grace and understanding that you’d given Mina earlier that night. You feel a small glow form in your chest as you realize that Hitoshi may be a new friend, but he is a friend nonetheless.

“Hitoshi.” You say once you’ve climbed into your fluffy sweatpants and cast your party outfit to the side. “You can turn around now. I’m sorry I freaked out. Please  - you can’t tell anyone. We cannot get caught.”

Hitoshi turns around slowly, and once he confirms you’re decent he steps across the room and back towards you. He points to the bed and says simply: “Sit.” You do.

He scoops your water bottle off of your nightstand and shakes it once to ensure that it’s full of liquid. He holds it out to you and issues another command: “Drink.” You grab the bottle and untwist the top, tipping it back to take a deep gulp of the cool water inside. You didn’t realize how thirsty you’ve been. You haven’t had something to drink since you were in the kitchen setting up the party with your friends, and that was hours ago. You gratefully suck down a few more gulps.

While you’re drinking, you feel the mattress dip as Hitoshi climbs up next to you. He scoots backwards so that he can lean back against the wall.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He says simply. And you do – you tell him everything. Well, almost everything. You spare the gory, sexy details. Hitoshi Shinsou does not need to know about the way Shoto’s hands feel on your tits, nor does he need to hear about how hot Shoto’s hard cock can be when you’re stroking him through an orgasm. Obviously you leave those juicy pornographic details out of your story.

But you do tell him about how Shoto initially approached you in the library, how he had been distracted and thought the solution was a quick smooch in his dorm room. For his part, Hitoshi is an excellent listener. Your earlier theory is reinforced – the purple haired bastard loves some good drama.

“I’m sorry, back up.” Hitoshi lets out a laugh and holds up his hands to stop you as you narrate the story. “Todoroki just approached you in the library one day and straight up said ‘I think we should kiss’ in that serious fucking tone of his…and you just…agreed?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You say, grinning weakly. “I didn’t see any downsides.”

“And then he told you that he did ‘research?’ That’s too much.” Hitoshi is loving this, and you can’t help but start to laugh too.

“Yeah he watched some romantic comedies to get an idea of what kissing techniques were in style.”

“I should be taking notes. He’s a true master.” Hitoshi says almost seriously. “When I had my first kiss last year I completely panicked and we ended up knocking our teeth together.”

You hold in a peal of laughter. “Oh crap, that’s happened to Shoto and I too a few times. Wait! Who was your first kiss with!?” You whack his leg with your hand a few times excitedly and he bites his lip, debating if he should share. “I’m spilling my guts here about my illicit affair with the Number Two Heroes’ son – the very least you can do is tell me who you kissed for the first time.” You say slyly.

Hitoshi shrugs. “I don’t think this day can get much crazier, so why not?” He takes a deep breath then turns so he can look you directly in the eyes. “It was Sero.”

“Sero!?” You gasp out, hands over your mouth. Talk about hot gossip! “I thought Sero was straight?”

“Well, he could be. We weren’t exactly discussing the finer points of sexual identity when he stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“Fair.” You say, nodding. “How did it happen?”

“I had just transferred into Class A and we were hanging out, playing video games. He asked if I wanted to make out and of course I said yes. Dude’s hot as fuck.”

“I mean…I guess?” You make a face, having never had thought about Hanta Sero in a sexual context. “Hold on…Sero and Neito both have that slim pretty boy look. Oh my God Hitoshi, you have a type!”

Hitoshi furrows his eyebrows. “Oh shit. You’re right. Fuck.” Hitoshi sticks his hands in his messy hair as he processes this revelation.

“You didn’t realize this!?”

“I guess I love twinks! Sue me!” Hitoshi says, but he’s cracking up again. “He sort of leaned forward and I panicked and didn’t know what to do and I kind of jumped on him and our teeth just, like….clang!”

“Ugh.” You wince at the thought. “I mean, to be fair Hanta has great teeth. I bet that kid didn’t need braces in middle school like the rest of us. But that sounds so awkward.”

“It’s fine, we laughed it out and figured it out after a minute. We ended up making out for like two hours and by the end I had stripped him down to his underwear. It was super hot.”

“And what happened between you two?”

“We hooked up a few times. But eventually when the thrill of hooking up kind of faded we realized we’d rather just stay friends. I didn’t really feel anything for Sero aside from physically attracted to him, you know?” Hitoshi looks at you thoughtfully. “So tell me more about you and Shoto. How’d the first kiss go?”

You tell him. You explain that Shoto thought that one kiss would cure him and that he’d be able to move on from you. In the end, he had become insatiable. You tell him about how you had snuck out of Shoto’s room by climbing down the side of the building, and Hitoshi had looked fairly impressed. You mentioned meeting Endeavor in the common room as well.

“What was he like?” Hitoshi asks, intrigued to hear about Japan’s Number Two Hero.

“Why, are you a fan?”

Hitoshi shakes his head. “He was never a favorite of mine growing up. I liked the underground heroes more than anything. I like a scrappy hero who relies on their wits instead of a flashy quirk.”

“That tracks. Well…Endeavor is kind of the worst.” You say, thinking back to that awkward encounter with Shoto’s dad. “I get the impression that he’s not a very good dad.” You try to keep things vague, it’s really none of Hitoshi’s business and you don’t want to betray Shoto’s trust by giving away the finer details of his upbringing. You don’t have enough evidence to fully say that Shoto has been abused by his father, and you don’t want to go around gossiping about it. Shoto barely understands his family dynamic, the last thing you need is for someone else to get involved and confuse him even more with unsolicited advice.

“That sucks. I didn’t really have a solid father figure growing up either.” Hitoshi says, empathizing. “But that makes sense. Shoto is so damn formal all the time and he has strange reactions sometimes. He seems to have had an extremely sheltered upbringing that lacked socialization with kids his age.”

“Well Endeavor tried to keep Shoto from meeting up with me again later to study. But in the end, Shoto found me and we hooked up again. And we decided we’d keep seeing each other in private. Then the next day…Aizawa announces the school’s stance on dating and relationships.”

“That’s really odd timing.” Hitoshi muses, zoning out a bit. “But I think the whole dating ban was mostly for Class B. They’re horny motherfuckers and it’s causing a ton of drama in their class.”

“That’s what I heard!” You say excitedly. “Okay, it’s good to have a second source confirm that. I was so paranoid that Aizawa somehow knew that I was making out with Shoto when he knocked on the door? He just seems to have a sixth sense about shit like that!?”

“I mean you’re not wrong. Aizawa is perceptive as fuck.” Hitoshi snorts, mocking his mentor. “But Neito told me that Mr. King is fed up with all the hooking up that goes on in Class B. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to the Principal himself and had the rule instated.”

“Wow. That’s a god damn relief.”

“Heh. So is that why you’re hiding your thing with Todoroki from everyone? The school’s dumb rule?” Hitoshi points at you with a lazy finger before grabbing one of your plushies. He wraps his arms around a round squishmallow with bright blue eyes and squeezes it to his chest. Cute.

“Well…” It’s more complicated than that, isn’t it? “Yeah. I don’t want us to get in trouble or get told we need to stop.”

“And I’m assuming based on the horrified look you gave me when I saw that text earlier that you haven’t told your friends about this?”

“You’re very perceptive.” You groan. “I’ve been meaning to tell them, but…I don’t know! I want to keep this for myself a little bit longer. Why does anyone else need to know?”

“You were bound to get caught eventually.” Hitoshi says, continuing to squish the plush this way and that. “There is close to zero privacy here, everyone is gossipy and dramatic, and the walls are thin.”

“You’re right. Of course you’re right…I just like having this one private, special thing. And sneaking around has been so goddamn hot…and…and…”

“And you’re not ready to admit to others how much you like Todoroki?” Hitoshi cuts in. You stop dead and look at him, your mouth hanging open in surprise. “I get it. Why do you think it took me so long to admit my feelings for Neito?”

“Excuse me! What do you mean? How long have you had a crush on Monoma!?” You scramble closer to your purple haired classmate, plushies flying off the bed with abandon. Hitoshi winces and scoots out of your reach, holding his plush defensively.

“Since I met him.”

“What!? And you only just kissed him tonight!?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been real busy training to get into the hero course lately! I didn’t exactly have extra time to dedicate towards dating and courting Neito’s dramatic ass.”

“Okay. You’ve got a point there. But tonight…you were so confident when you kissed him. You didn’t give a crap about what everyone else was thinking!”

Hitoshi shrugs and doesn’t meet your gaze. “I’ve been sorting through how I feel for Neito for so damn long, I came to the conclusion that I’d rather have all of him all the time than just a little in the shadows. When I heard about the Spin The Bottle thing, I made a deal with myself. If I somehow were to get the opportunity to kiss Neito – I would take it without being afraid.”

“Also – screw anyone who judges me for liking him. I want people to know he’s mine. I’m tired of hiding parts of me away because I feel like I’m not good enough. Neito deserves to be loved loudly and in daylight. I don’t give a crap about the school’s rules. What are they gonna do, stop me from talking to Neito between classes? Stop us from training together? Let’s be realistic. They have no power over us.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it that way.” You say slowly as you realize that he’s right. What would be the consequences of having a relationship with a classmate? It’s not like they would expel the top hero course students. Especially not when villains are running rampant around Japan. At most, you’d get a slap on the wrist in public while continuing your shenanigans in private.

“So I think that the real question here…” Hitoshi says, snapping his fingers to get your attention once more. “Is how do you really feel about Shoto? Do you want a relationship with him? Or is this just a hot secret hookup?”

Huh. How do you feel about Shoto? You certainly feel possessive of him – you’ve established that you don’t want him hooking up with other people. You’re definitely attracted to him (your clit twitches just at the thought of him touching you below the belt). And you like being around him – he’s so easy to talk to, his quiet steady presence brings you a sense of calm that you can never quite tap into with other people. He’s so charming and precious and sheltered - you want to make him smile and help him explore the world around him. You want to continue to watch him bloom in private and in public. And earlier, when he was kissing that other girl…you wished he was kissing you in front of the entirety of Classes A and B. You wanted everyone to know that he belonged with you.

Oh God.

That sounds like you want a relationship doesn’t it?

You suck in a harsh breath and Hitoshi chuckles.

“You want to date him for real, don’t you?”

“Oh my God. I think that I do.” You gasp out, and Hitoshi reaches across you to grab your water bottle once more. He shoves it towards you in a clear command to take a sip. You do, gulping down a fresh stream of water as you process this new revelation.

You want Shoto Todoroki to be your goddamn boyfriend. In the back of your mind, you always knew this to be true.

“Do you know why I like Neito so much?” Hitoshi’s steady voice pulls you from your crazy brain spiral. You look up at him with wild eyes and screw the cap back onto your water bottle as you finish your last gulp. Hitoshi shifts the plush into his lap and stretches his arms high over his head towards the ceiling. What an interesting question – you’re honestly not sure. There are so many likeable things about Neito once you get to know him – he’s smart and crafty and makes lunchtime ten times funnier with that theatrical flair of his.

“Is it because he’s dramatic?” You say bluntly, but you snort at the end so that Shinsou knows you’re joking. He doesn’t immediately answer. He looks at you thoughtfully, his mouth shifting into an easy grin of straight white teeth.

“Nah. But I do appreciate his theatricality. I love seeing him rile people up with his spectacle in battle. He’s gonna be unstoppable when we all go Pro. The public will eat him up.” Hitoshi’s eyes shine warmly and damn is this man whipped for your friend. You make a mental note to text Neito about this later.

You’ve never heard Hitoshi talk so openly, so fondly. You’re a bit uncomfortable exploring this new territory with a classmate with which you previously did not spend a lot of time interacting. But it’s been a weird as hell day, so fuck it! Let’s continue this unexpected deep convo with Hitoshi Shinsou!

“What is it then?” You prompt, interested to see how much Hitoshi is comfortable with revealing to you.

“It’s his confidence. The way he takes what he deserves. He knows he has a quirk that some may see as “impractical,” yet he keeps forging a path for himself in the Hero Course all the while proving people wrong about him. He’s stronger than me that way. He identifies what he wants, and he takes it. He makes things happen by sheer force of will.” Hitoshi sighs. “And I’ve admired these things about him for so long. He’s proven that there’s no such thing as an impractical quirk…it’s all how you apply it.”

“I even like him for his flaws. Yes he’s insecure and that can cause him to be a little mean. But we talk about it, and he’s working on that. He wants to be better. He makes an effort to be better. He’s always leveling himself up. And Y/N - I am so in to him that I want everyone to know about it. I want everyone to see him the way that I see him. That’s why I didn’t hide my enthusiasm him during the game tonight. That’s why I’m talking to you about him right now. I’ve spent all of middle school and most of high school being afraid to be my true self – but when I’m with Neito, I can just be.”

“If Shoto makes you feel that way, then I think you should tell him. You should ask him to take things public with you. Hiding is only going to make things difficult for you two. And, inevitably, you’re going to get caught by someone else who can’t keep a secret. Wouldn’t it be better to do things on your own terms?”

Hitoshi is right.

You know he’s right. But what he’s saying sounds next to impossible. There are so many things you’d need to do to get things out in the open.

Firstly, you’d need to talk to Shoto. Does he even want a relationship? Sure, he wants to hookup with you exclusively and he likes spending time with you. But those two things do not a relationship make. There’s also the fact that neither of you have ever been in a relationship – so how would you even go about it? All you have to work off of are RomCom tropes.

Secondly, you’d need to tell your friends. And oh boy are they gonna be pissed when they find out that you’ve been keeping this massive juicy secret from them! What if they never forgive you? What if they hold a grudge the size of All Might’s biceps over your head for the rest of time!? How would you even approach that conversation. “Hey guys! Guess what? I’ve been hooking up with the hottest guy in school in secret and we are maybe in a relationship so I thought it might be time to tell you!” Hmmm. Yeah that’s sure to go over well!

Thirdly, everyone else will eventually find out. And that’s fine I guess. That’s part of dating…but everyone in the class finding out means that Mr. Aizawa will eventually find out and that is a whole can of worms that you don’t want to open up with the world’s sharpest can opener. Sure, the school can’t technically do anything terrible to you for dating Shoto Todoroki. But they can make your life awkward as all hell.

You think over this list, your brain wandering the pros and cons of asking Shoto to be your boyfriend. In all honesty, you’re probably going to just go for it. And everything here sounds extremely figureoutable, just awkward and uncomfortable.

“Hello? You still with me Y/N?” Histoshi baps you with the plush he’s holding and you come back to Earth.

“Jeez, Hitoshi. I think I want to be in a relationship with Todoroki.” You stumble over the words. Your eyes are wide as saucers as you look up at him. “You can’t tell anyone!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Hitoshi says, booping your nose with the plush’s tiny paw.

“I’m fairly certain that Todoroki wants to date you just as badly. When you’re in the same room, he can’t stop staring at you with that dead ass intense gaze of his.” You laugh as Hitoshi does a near-perfect mimic Shoto’s penetrating stare.

“You really think he’s into me that way?” You ask hopefully as you ignore the Hitoshi’s continued poking with the plush.

“Oh yeah. He’s whipped AF.” Hitoshi laughs, finally abandoning the plush and getting to his feet. “Alright, that’s enough drama for today. Get some sleep. Text me if you ever wanna talk through more of this bullshit.”

“Thanks Hitoshi. You’re a good friend. And Neito is lucky to have you as more than a friend.”

This makes Hitoshi’s cheeks glow with a tinge of pink. He can’t suppress the little smile that blooms in response to your offer of friendship. “Thanks, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Good night.” He leaves – checking that the coast is clear in the hallway before he slips out into the corridor. Your dorm door shuts lightly behind him.

You reach for the phone and type out a reply to Shoto.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it. 

Y/N: Oh yeah, definitely worth it. Goodnight Sho.

Shoto: Goodnight.

He adds a string of whale emojis and you smile to yourself as you set your alarm and turn out the light. Shoto Todoroki is such boyfriend material.

Maybe that’s what you’ll tell him.

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After a brief stop to chat with Mineta down the hall, Hitoshi slouches his way back to his own room.

He’s bone tired. Hitoshi is an introvert. Everyone knows this. Hallmarks of his introversion include a notoriously short social battery and an even shorter tolerance for nonsense. Understandably, this whole party business has him at his absolute limit.

He quietly unlocks his dorm door and slips inside, hoping that Mr. King is still patrolling the Class B dorm building. He clicks the lock gratefully and sighs, thrilled to be back in the gentle quiet of his room. He looks around at the space and feels his chest fill with warmth. Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is to have his own room in the Hero Course dorms – the four walls surrounding him are completely his own.

He wants to slip under the covers, put in his ear buds and quietly jam until he falls asleep. There are so many things he needs to process and think about – Aizawa is going to absolutely go ballistic tomorrow when he hears about the party. Hitoshi isn’t really sure how they’re going to get away with this, but he’s hopeful that the whole “class unity” suggestion will hold some merit with their cranky, sleep deprived teacher.

But that’s not what his brain wants to focus on right now. No, right now all he wants to think about is Neito Monoma and his perfect hair and lips and body. God, Hitoshi wants to absolutely destroy him.

He thinks back to his long talk with Y/N. Talking to Y/N about Neito, finally getting his feelings out in the open and sharing them with someone else had felt so good, so freeing. And Y/N had really cared. She had seemed to want to hear all about his feelings and thoughts and desires. This is all still so new to him – having friends. Being cared for.

It’s funny…he never planned on making friends in the Hero Course. In fact, he had been hoping to keep his head down and focus on his studies and training. His dream of being a hero finally feels within his grasp. It’s all he’s ever wanted, really.

That is…until he started making friends. It started with Izuku at the Sport’s Festival. Despite being in General Studies, Izuku had treated Hitoshi like an equal. He had even claimed to understand the pain that Hitoshi felt in his heart – pursuing a heroic path despite being told he shouldn’t. He had tried to ignore the way Izuku’s acknowledgement had felt…the way it had warmed him inside and made him feel like he was understood. Like he wasn’t alone.

Then Mr. Aizawa had offered to mentor him. It was strange – now there was a second person seemed to believe in Hitoshi and understand how he felt. As Aizawa began to ready Hitoshi for the hero course and bring him into joint training sessions with Classes A and B, things began to snowball. Denki was suddenly texting him memes, Sero inviting him to game online, and Eijirou offering to spot him in the gym. Neito would seek him out at lunchtime to chat or to study. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an enthusiastic group of friends and mentors who could not be deterred. And shockingly, they genuinely seemed to enjoy his company. No one had ever paid much attention to him before. And now he has friends who enjoy his jokes and actively cheer him on. He never could have imagined how good it would feel to be so…loved.

And now, with this whole party situation, suddenly his circle of friends has expanded yet again to include Y/N, Mina and Toru. A year ago, Hitoshi never would have predicted that he would be having a relationship heart to heart with a girl from the hero course in the early hours of the morning. He’s still wrapping his brain around the fact that he really, genuinely likes being a good friend. And he seems to excel at it?

He marvels at it all, confused at how the universe ended up putting him in such a great spot with so many wonderful things: UA. The Hero Course. A Mentor. A Group of Close Friends. Neito.

He strips down, grabbing a pair of comfy sweatpants off of his bed to change into. Before he drops his shirt into the hamper, he holds it to his nose and inhales deeply.

It smells like Neito - a sweet, sharp scent like cinnamon.

Neito is truly something else. He’s the person Hitoshi feels most comfortable around at UA. And he drives Hitoshi absolutely insane – Hitoshi has been insanely attracted to the goofy, dramatic blonde for quite some time now. Being able to finally kiss him, to claim him in front of everyone with his lips…

Hitoshi feels a wave of heat course through him at the thought of Neito’s smooth lips pressed against his own. He replays their spin-the-bottle-kiss in his head over and over. The way he had leaned forward and slipped his hand under Neito’s chin to bring their lips together. He had felt so smooth and suave like some rom com character. He could hear their classmates wolf whistling and cheering as he kissed Neito again and again and again – but at the same time, it felt like the world had gone quiet. All that had mattered in that moment was Hitoshi and Neito and their boundless enthusiasm for each other’s mouths. When Hitoshi had pulled away, Neito had looked up at him with those big indigo eyes and Hitoshi thought that his heart might explode into a million tiny fireworks. He screenshots the moment in his mind – he never wants to forget how goddamn pretty Neito is when he’s freshly kissed.

God he wishes that Neito were here with him now. Better yet – he wishes Neito were in his bed. There are so many things he wants to do with Neito. To try together. He wants to take Monoma apart with deliberate kisses and licks and bites…he wants to absolutely devour him.

He grabs his phone and before he can lose his nerve he hits Monoma’s contact. The phone rings twice before Neito picks up.

“Hitoshi?” The voice is surprised and sleepy, he was probably just drifting off to bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Hitoshi says, feeling dumb. He really should have thought this through.

“What’s up? Did you have another idea for our cover story?” Neito asks, muffling a yawn with his hand.

“No, I…I just wanted to tell you that I had fun tonight.”

“Oh, me too! That was certainly a wild party.” Even through the phone, he can hear Neito’s smile.

“Yeah the party was great. But I had fun spending it with you.” Hitoshi feels the need to convey to Neito just how much he likes him, just how much their kissing really meant. God, is he being cringe right now? He honestly can’t tell. Maybe he’s gotta clarify? “I know you get in your head about things sometimes, so I just wanted to let you know that…the kiss. It meant something. For me.”

“Oh I knew that.” Neito laughs.

“What?”

“You think you’re so smooth and mysterious, don’t you Mr. Cloak and Dagger Melodies?” Neito laughs and there’s a rustling noise as if he’s turning over to the more comfortable side of his pillow. “You don’t just kiss a person like that and have it mean nothing.”

“Are you serious.”

“Listen, Hitoshi. I think we should kiss again. Maybe we should kiss all the time, I don’t know.” His voice drops to a whisper. “If Mr. King wasn’t patrolling the area right now, I’d tell you to come over here and finish what you started.”

Hitoshi’s heart drops into his stomach, and he’s instantly hard. He moves his hand down over his boxers, drawing his hand along the outline of his dick. Fuck.

He needs to gulp and compose himself before he replies. “Is that so? Guess we’ll need a rain check, then.”

“Guess we will.” Neito hums into the phone receiver sounding infuriatingly cocky. He’s a lot braver when he’s hidden behind his cell phone. “I was thinking…”

Jesus.

“Thinking about…?” Hitoshi supplies, loving the sly tone of Neito’s sweet voice.

“I was thinking about how it might feel to have you kiss down my neck.” Neito’s smiling. Hitoshi can hear him goddamn smiling through the phone. He slides his hand down his boxers and fumbles the base of his dick. Is it wrong to jerk off  like this? Neito has got to know what he’s doing right now, right!?

“I could do that.” Hitoshi says too quickly. Fuck it – he’s horny and talking to the object of his horniness. With Neito, there’s never been any reason to hide who he truly is. Might as well be upfront about it. “Fuck, Neito. You’re turning me on.”

Neito laughs, delighted. His cackle crackles through the receiver of Hitoshi’s cell. The purple haired hero in training shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably, desperate to hear more.

“Of course you like dirty talk.” Neito breathes quietly into his phone. “If I were with you right now…what would you want to do to me?”

Hitoshi starts to work at himself, hand jumping up and down his hard cock with a fervor even he’s surprised by.

“I’d take off your shirt. Throw you on my bed. Run my tongue across that infuriatingly chatty mouth of yours.” The words spill out of Hitoshi so quickly that they’re running together. The thrill of speaking to Neito like this – so illicit and dirty – it’s going to make him cum before he can even truly get started.

“Mmm I’d like that.” Neito hums, his voice dripping with honey. “I want to feel your bare chest against me, Hitoshi. I want you to absolutely take me apart.”

Hitoshi can’t respond, his mind is going blank. His cock throbs in one palm as he struggles to keep a grip on his phone with the other. He presses the device into the cool curve of his cheek as he continues to furiously jack himself off. 

Neito seems to realize he has a captive audience, because he just keeps going. “I want to touch you, Hitoshi. I want to feel all of you. I want to copy your quirk and ask you a fucking question.”

Hotoshi nearly stops breathing. Why is that is the single hottest thing anyone has ever said to him?

God. He wants to get off so badly…but at the same time, he wants Neito here with him when he does it.

Reluctantly, he releases his dick and moves so he can flop backwards onto his bed.

“I like you.” He says flatly into the phone. “I really, really like you.”

Neito notices the tonal shift and moves easily with him.

“I like you, too. I have for a while.”

“I know.”

“Then why did it take us this long to do something about it?” Neito asks thoughtfully. Hitoshi can hear him drumming his fingers against his bedside table. He grunts noncommittally into the phone and stares up at his ceiling, his dick still pulsing with need. He ignores it.

“So are we going to do this?” Neito asks, his voice a bit uncertain. “I love our friendship. I want more than friendship, obviously. But we’re so busy with the Hero Course and there’s that stupid school rule about dating and…if it’s all too much right now, we can wait. Stay friends. Sort it all out later on.”

He’s rambling. He does that when he’s nervous. He also does that when he’s confident. Neito is a yapper through and through.

“Neito.” Hitoshi smiles softly as he cuts off the blonde. “I want to explore this. With you. Not in the future - in the present.”

“Alright. Good. Me too.” Neito sighs out a breath of relief. “I just know how much the Hero Course means to both of us. I would never ask you to divide your attention between working to become a hero and…well, romance, I guess.” He lets out a chuckle and Hitoshi’s heart goes all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh, god, he’s got a metaphorical boner now, too. Neito wants to prove he can be a hero just as badly as Hitoshi does. They both have odd quirks – quirks that wouldn’t typically put someone on the Pro Hero track. And yet, here they are. They’ve found a school and peers that accept and support them. And now…they’ve found each other.

 Hitoshi lets out a loud laugh, unable to contain the rare spitfire spark of joy that’s welling up in his chest. He must sound insane. He wonders briefly if he’s woken up his dorm neighbors with the sudden outburst.

“Hitoshiiiii.” Neito squeaks out in surprise at the noise, but Hitoshi can’t stop laughing. He’s just so goddman happy for once. He must look like an absolute maniac – naked and hard and laughing alone in his dark room.

He takes a breath. Screw calm, cool and collected.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, his voice still tinged with mirth. “I’m just…I’m really happy right now, Neito. I never thought I’d be blessed enough to in the UA Hero Course and to find someone who I like so much who likes me back.”

“You idiot.” Neito says, but his voice is laced with affection. “Go the fuck to bed.”

“Alright.” Hitoshi concedes, finally coming down from his giggle fest. “I’ll text you in the morning?”

“You better.” Neito says warmly before clicking off the phone.

Hitoshi sits in the cool darkness of the room for a moment, basking in the glow of liking a boy who likes you back. After a beat, he places his phone on his bedside charger. He then opens his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small tube of lotion. It doesn’t take long for him to cum – he replays his conversation with Neito over and over in his head until he gets off to Neito’s smooth and unexpected dirty talk. Fuck he can’t wait to get the blonde alone.

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The Next Day

In the morning, the sun rises per usual. It’s warm glow radiates warmth across your face as you drowsily blink awake. The day feels new and golden and you’ve slept about 7 hours so your body is humming peacefully. You stretch out your muscles and sit up, blinking sleepily at the room around you. Everything is neatly in its place, your desk is clean and your floor is tidy.

What a wonderful way to start the - Ughhhh crap!

Suddenly all of the previous day’s events come rushing into your mind like lightening striking a cell phone tower pole. It’s a sharp clang! in your head as you rapid-fire remember the party, Spin The Bottle the kisses, the hookup, the missed texts, Mr. Vlad King, the FaceTime, and The Big Emotional Feelings Talk with Hitoshi.

And on top of all of that…you want a full-blown relationship with Shoto Todoroki.

Fuck what a weekend! You slump back down into your warm bed and are instantly grateful to be hidden away and comfy for a moment. You tuck yourself in beneath the covers and turn your phone over so that it rests face down on the bed beside you. Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad has happened just yet. You probably have a full hour of snuggling into your bed before a teacher summons you to their office for the talking to of the century. You wonder what fresh horrors the day will hold since Mr. Vlad King caught Classes A and B having a little shindig in the common room.

You’re right – an hour later your phone buzzes with an email. Your heart sinks like a stone when you see that it’s a message from Mr. Aizawa to the entire class. He’s come back to campus early, abandoning his mission to come home and punish his class. His message is short and to the point:

Common Room. Noon.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhok!

Within seconds, your phone is going absolutely wild in your hand. Texts and pings come in from all directions.

Class 1A Group Chat:

Kaminari: Oh Shit! DadZawa is gonna ground us for all eternity!

Iida: And rightfully so! We broke many rules last night and deserve just punishment!

Tsu: Calm down Iida.

Sero: Maybe it will all be fine! It’s not like we all got wasted last night. If you really think about it, we basically just had a board game night with Class 1B.

Kaminari: Love the way you casually left out all of the horny kissing

Iida: Please have some decorum in the group chat and refrain from using perverse terms!!

Kaminari: Horny isn’t perverse. I’ll even site my sources, Class Rep.

Denki sends a screenshot from an online dictionary to the group chat. It says:

horn·y

/ˈhôrnē/

adjective

1. of or resembling horn.

"a horny beak"

Kaminari: Also…I know someone who had a horny beak last night…

Kirishima: Jesus Christ.

Tokoyami: …

Tokoyami has left the chat.

Jiro: Omg you guys are so immature I can’t

Iida: Kaminari you are a disgrace to the hero course and I will remove you from this group chat if you continue to behave in this manner. Please go apologize to Tokoyami.

Kaminari: L

Kaminari: Ugh FINE. I’m going I’m going

Midoriya: Hey guys! Just catching up here – are we all talking about Mr. Aizawa’s email? Or are we talking about horny toads for that upcoming biology assignment…? Sorry, I haven’t fully read through the chat yet.

Sero: HORNY. TOADS.

Kaminari: Omg I’m crashing out Izuku HORNY TOADS!?

Bakugo: Learn to read your fuckin’ texts you damn nerd

Kirishima: My man Bakugo has entered the chat!!! Hey best buddy! Hey BakuBro!

Kaminari: Omg that’s a cute nickname can I use it too!?

Bakugo: Die.

Kaminari: Bakubroooooo

Iida: Kaminari.

Kaminari: ALRIGHT IM WALKING TO TOKOYAMIS ROOM RN SHEESH MOM

Iida: I’m not your mother.

Sero: You do got those mommy milkers thoooo

Iida: ?

Kirishima: Excuse me

Midoriya: I’m so confused

Sero: Am I the only one who saw Iida shirtless in the gym last week!? Iida you’re literally so beefy like your chest is INSANE. Pls send your workout routine!

Iida: Thank you Hanta. That is a very kind compliment. I can show you my routine next time we are at the gym.

Midoriya: …what’s a mommy milker tho

Sero: I’ll tell you when you’re older.

Uraraka: Ok. Moving on.

Uraraka: So are we all just wearing pajamas for this meeting or should I put on actual clothes?

Iida: Given the severity of our crimes against UA, I would recommend the latter.

Uraraka: Alright, leggings and a hoodie it is!

Kaminari: I’m with Tokoyami rn – we’re all good!

Tokoyami has been added to the chat.

Kaminari: Sorry for being a dumbass

Uraraka: Welcome back Tokoyami! We missed youuuu

Sero: It was a tough 5 minutes surviving in this chat without our coolest classmate

Tokoyami: 🖤

Midoriya: I JUST GOOGLED MOMMY MILKERS AND ITS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT

Kirishima: WHAT DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE…!?

Shoto: Why is everyone yelling

A new group chat has emerged on your phone as well. One encompassing Mina, Toru, Neito, Hitoshi and, to your surprise…Mineta.

Mina: Alright fam. Everyone better keep their stories straight.

Toru: Class unity. We LOVE class unity!

Neito: We are now SO unified, it HURTS!!!

Mineta: As long as I get my kiss, I’ll say whatever you need me to say 😉

Hitoshi: No.

Mineta: ??? You weren’t involved with our deal?

Hitoshi: We talked about this last night. If Aizawa asks, you VOLUNTEERED to be the distraction out of the goodness of your heart.

Toru: FOR CLASS UNITY.

Mineta: Ugh.

Hitoshi: Is this really a game you want to play.

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: I volunteered to be the distraction because I love class unity.

Hitoshi: There we go.

Neito: God you’re hot when you’re intimidating people

Mina: PUBLIC CHAT NEITO

Neito: Oh I know 😉

Toru: You guys are so CUUUUUTE

Neito: 💕💕💕

Hitoshi: ty

UM EXCUSE ME!?!

Does that mean what you think it means!?

Did Hitoshi Shinsou get you out of that goddamn kiss pact with Mineta!?

Wow. You scroll back up and heart every message Hitoshi has sent to the group chat.

Becoming BFFs with Neito and Hitoshi was definitely not on this year’s bingo card. What an unexpectedly wonderful surprise. You pull out your phone and type a quick thank you directly to Hitoshi. He gives you a thumbs up emoji and leaves it at that – the guy is the definition simple, but effective.

A moment later, Hitoshi starts another group chat with all of your friends – Mineta is noticeably absent from this one.

Hitoshi: Alright. I had a chat with Mineta last night.

Y/N: ?????

Mina: ???!?!????

Toru: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Neito: Am I the only one capable of text in this group

Neito: How did it go?

Hitoshi: You guys saw in the other group chat – he agreed to say that he volunteered to be bait. He dropped the whole kiss thing. Y/N should be fine now.

Y/N: THANKUTHANKUTHANKU 🙏 🙏 🙏

Toru: Our chivalrous hero!!

Neito: A hero. A hunk. A hero hunk. 🤤

Hitoshi: np

Hitoshi: Just don’t go making a deal like that again, guys. You could literally get expelled.

Mina: 👽👍

Toru: We’ll be good! No kissing in exchange for goods or services!

Hitoshi: Also. I asked him what went down with Mr. King and Hatsume last night.

Y/N: Oh!? 👀

Hitoshi: From what I’ve gathered – Mr. King showed up and fought off Hatsume’s drones for quite some time. It sounds like the booby traps she loaded into those things were quite…effective. She got a few scratches on Mr. King, but nothing terrible. Once he flattened most of them and was able to get Mineta down, Hatsume retreated. Mr. King never saw her, but he’s smart enough to put all of the pieces together and figure out who rigged all of those drones. And once Mr. King saw the safety harness Hatsume had rigged up for Mineta, it became clear pretty quickly that Mineta was in on the whole thing.

Mina: Shit. Well, Hatsume def kept her promise and bought us time.

Toru: I can’t believe she managed to hurt Mr. King – I hope he’s ok!!!

Neito: What happened next? What did Mineta tell Mr. King?

Hitoshi: So apparently...

Hitoshi: Mr. King asks Mineta what he’s doing strapped to the pole surrounded by drones and the little shit says

Hitoshi: It’s for a school project.

Neito: Excuse me. 👁👄👁

Toru: What

Hitoshi: Yeah.

Hitoshi: Mineta told Mr. King that he was trying to train and see how sticky his…balls…could be and if he could use them to hold himself up on the pole for an extended amount of time. He wanted to see how altitude, stress levels, etc. impacted his quirk. He said he had borrowed the drones from a friend in order to film the project, but they had gone haywire and started attacking him an hour into the experiment.

Y/N: You want me to believe that Mineta of all people made up that alibi on the fly!?

Mina: I’m so confused.

Y/N: What did Mr. King say?????

Hitoshi: So Mr. King obviously sees through all of that bullshit and a minute later Mineta is confessing that he’s just the distraction for a big Class A and Class B party in Heights Alliance.

Hitoshi: Mr. King didn’t bother investigating the drones further. He grabbed Mineta and hauled ass to the Class A dorm. Where, of course, he found the party. And shut it down.

Y/N: So Mineta didn’t spill anything major?

Hitoshi: It would seem not.

Mina: I’m almost insulted!

Y/N: Shut up this is a good thing!!

Toru: Ok so now we just need see what Mr. Aizawa says…

Y/N: I think the only thing that could truly get us in trouble is the alcohol. But we made sure to clean the bottle and remove the label and I THINK that someone hid it when the party got busted.

Neito: Can confirm. I saw Todoroki roll it under the couch. It’s probably still there?

Mina: Oh, word? Todoroki doing us a solid!?

Hitoshi: He’s a good egg.

Hitoshi: 🥚

Toru: HAHAHA

Y/N: Do you think we could get in trouble for playing Spin The Bottle?

Neito: Not if Aizawa never finds out about it!

Mina: We’d better get to the common area for this big convo…

Neito: LMK what happens, okay!!?!???

Y/N: Ofc! 🤞

You close out the chat, only for the OG group chat that you have going with Neito, Mina and Toru to light up. Dang everyone is chatty today!

Neito: I just want to let everyone know that Hitoshi Shinsou is a sex god and that I worship at his feet.

Toru: OMG

Mina: Did you go and fuck him after we all FaceTimed!?!?!?

Neito: NO I JUST WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW HOW HOT HE IS AND THAT AT THE FIRST POSSIBLE CHANCE YEAH 🔥🤤

Neito: ILL FUCK ‘EM RAW

Neito: ITS WHAT HE DESERVES. AS THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE.

Toru: Jesus

Neito: Yeah and I’ll make him see God, too. 😏

Mina: Neito I am thrilled for you! Hitoshi is hot AF!!!! It looks like he’s a good kisser too!!!

Mina: But you better not spend all of your free time humping Hitoshi. We have more chaos to inflict on the Hero Course together and we demand at least some of your attention as friends.

Toru: Mina we need to handle the fallout from one party before we plan another!!!

Y/N: CLASS. FUCKIN. UNITY!!!!!

Neito: I love you guys 💕

Mina texts you seperatly a minute later.

Mina: After this Aizawa meeting goes down…I’m going to talk to Eijirou.

Y/N: Oh yeah? Do you feel ready for that?

Y/N: Do you think he might need more time and space?

Mina: IDK, I’ll ask him when I see him. And if he’s not ready to talk I’ll leave him alone.

Mina: But I’m going to try to really listen and see what he needs from me rn.

Y/N: Proud of you ❤️

Y/N: lmk how it goes?

Mina: ofc 💕

Lastly, you have a text from Shoto. Your heart does a little dance in your chest when you see his name pop up on your screen. You hastily click open the tiny message window.

Shoto: Are you ready for this meeting with Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: No. Absolutely not. Not in a thousand years!!!

Y/N: Also heard you hid the alcohol bottle when Mr. King busted up the party?

Shoto: Yes. I slid it under the middle couch while everyone was taking down the decorations.

Y/N: Shoto you are a LIFESAVER.

Shoto: Well I do want to be a hero someday.

Y/N: You’re my hero rn

Shoto: ❤️

Shoto: What are you most worried about regarding Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: I’m worried he’s going to punish the entire class. Last time he imposed a curfew. This time he’ll probably make our lives even worse and the whole class will blame me, Mina and Toru!

Shoto: And Monoma.

Y/N: SHOTO THAT IS NOT HELPFUL !!!

Shoto: Okay.

Shoto: A more helpful thought – everyone willingly participated in the party last night. They’ll need to accept the consequences that come with that.

Y/N: I know, but…

Shoto: It will all work out, Y/N. Mr. Aizawa likes everyone in our class. He will probably be very annoyed, but remember what you told me last night – we are just kids figuring things out. It’s alright for us to make mistakes every once and a while.

Shoto: No one got hurt or in terrible trouble.

Y/N: I think that one of Hatsume’s drones may have cut Mr. King…

Shoto: Okay no one got seriously hurt, then. I think it will all be fine.

Y/N: I really hope you’re right.

Y/N: Oh, wait I have something to tell you. You’ll really like this.

Y/N: Hitoshi talked to Mineta and got me out of the whole kiss thing.

Shoto: Really?

Y/N: Yeah! I guess Mineta is afraid of him!? It sounds like Hitoshi told him the deal was off!!! I’M A FREE WOMAN! 🙏

Shoto: Oh

Y/N: What???

Shoto: Well. Of course I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But I liked being able to…

Shoto: This is embarrassing to type

Y/N: YOU GOTTA TELL ME NOW

Shoto: Why are you yelling

Y/N: TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

Shoto: …

Y/N: Shoto Todoroki – do you WANT me to kiss goddamn MINETA!?

Y/N: You made it VERY clear yesterday that you didn’t want me to while you were FINGERBANGING ME IN A FUCKIN CLOSET!!!

Shoto: Firstly

Shoto: What is fingerbanging?

Y/N: !!!!

Y/N: I think you’re smart enough to figure out what that means.

Shoto: Fair.

Shoto: Secondly. No, I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But.

Y/N: BUT!?!?!?

Shoto: You’re yelling at me again.

Y/N: Ok. Jeez. Sorry. But!?

Shoto: But…I enjoyed being a little jealous and getting to…

Shoto: Punish you?

Oh. Oh wow. Okay. So Shoto was a hell of a lot kinkier than the two of you had ever thought? He did seem super into it last night.

Y/N: Oh, really?

Shoto: Yes.

Shoto: But when I say punish. You know I mean it in a fun, consensual way?

Y/N: Yes Shoto I understand that you mean it in a fun consensual sexy way and not in a scary controlling way. Dude. At this point, I know you pretty well.

Shoto: Okay I was just making sure.

Y/N: We can def explore that Sho 😏

Shoto: I’d like that.

Y/N: See you in the common room for Aizawa’s scary meeting?

He gives your message a thumbs up react and you will yourself to roll out of bed so you can make yourself look presentable.

You grab a protein bar and scarf it down haphazardly as you pull out a clean pair of black leggings from your closet. You chew the sticky oat bar thoughtfully as you grab a basic tee and a cute hoodie as well. Might as well be comfy as Aizawa verbally tears you apart in front of your peers!

Once you’re dressed you head out to the common room. It’s 11:45am, and Hitoshi Shinsou has been the first one to arrive. He gives you a lazy wave from a couch under the windows, and you pad across the room to join him.

“Thanks for talking to Mineta. And for talking with me last night. It was…really helpful.”

Hitoshi shrugs and turns to stare out the window. “It’s no big deal. I like helping people. Especially…my friends.”

You smile as the two of you sit in silence. Friends. Your tiny group of close friends has certainly expanded a lot lately, hasn’t it?

Members of the class start to trickle in – Midoriya, Iida, Ochaco, Momo, Tsu and Sato make their way in nervously, all grabbing spots on the couches around you. Other students drift in as the clock ticks closer to noon.  Everyone knows how strict Mr. Aizawa can be…and so everyone is punctual.

You bounce your leg nervously as you all wait in silence. The tension in the room is only broken when Kaminari and Jirou enter the room – holding hands.

“OMG OMG OMG!” Ochaco gasps out, looking frantically between the two. “Are you two, like, together!?” She’s hopping up and down, on the verge of crashing out over this.

Kaminari beams. Jirou drops his hand and stomps across the room to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the couch.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal!” She says under her breath, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Yes!” Kaminari ignores her and gushes to Ochaco. He grabs her hands in his own and huddles his head towards her conspiratorially. “We’re together! We’re officially a couple!” He drops Ochaco’s stunned hands and points across the room at Jirou and shouts loudly. “That’s my GIRLFRIEND and she’s AMAZING!”

Jirou groans and covers her blushing face with her hands, mortified.

The tone of the room lightens – everyone is thrilled for them. Immediately, most members of the class are buzzing with a mix of questions and congratulations. You’re thrilled for them, of course! But also a little jealous. Now that you know you want Shoto to be your significant other, seeing the happy couple makes you question if you and Shoto could ever be like that. Public. Unafraid. You wonder what Mr. Aizawa will do when he finds out about Kaminari and Jirou (it’s only a matter of time before he finds out – the man knows absolutely everything and Kaminari is not a subtle person the way that Shoto is). Will he punish them? Make them break up? You worry for them, stressed about the whole “no dating, no sex” policy.

Your eyes scan the room quickly for any remnants of the party from the night before. Your class was, of course, meticulous with their Mr. King-supervised-Party-clean up. Aside from Kaminari and Jirou’s newly established relationship, no trace of the party seems to exist. You stare at the couch across the room that you know is concealing the abandoned alcohol bottle Shoto stashed the night before. Should you dash over and try and grab it now? You check your phone. 11:50am. Nah, you’d be cutting it too close. Best not to be seen near the scene of the crime with a mysterious empty bottle.

A moment later, Kirishima shuffles into the room alongside Bakugo. Eijirou’s usual positive vibe is off – his face looks drawn and tired, and he looks kind of pissy. Actually…his expression practically mirror’s Bakugo’s default expression. They both look incredibly unhappy to be present in the common room.

“Hey, Bakubro – where were you last night? You missed my big moment with Jirou!” Kaminari calls out as Bakugo and Kirishima slump onto one of the other couches.

“I was goddamn sleeping, you idiot. Unlike the rest of you losers, I got up to train this morning.” Katsuki practically spits out, his eyebrows drawn angrily. “I didn’t participate in your stupid excuse for a party, so I don’t see why I even need to be here.”

Oh, that’s right…Katsuki was nowhere to be found last night. Your stomach sinks a little bit – Katsuki’s a jerk, but you’d feel bad if he got punished alongside the rest of the class for a party he didn’t even participate in.

“You’re so dedicated to your training, Kacchan.” Midoriya pipes up, looking at Katsuki admiringly. “I hope we didn’t keep you up with all of the noise from the party.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I better not get in trouble because of you idiots.”

The room dips back into a nervous silence. Mina arrives a moment later with Toru and the two of them cram onto the couch with you, Jirou and Hitoshi. Everyone is squished but it’s not horrible. Mina glances over at Eijirou hopefully, but he pointedly ignores her. He scowls down at his phone as he scrolls through Instagram.

After a few more minutes, the rest of the class has drifted into the room and taken seats. Shoto strolls in at 11:58 and seats himself next to Midoriya. He flashes a gentle grin in your direction before turning to quietly chat with Izuku. You glance around to make sure no one else has noticed – but Hitoshi catches your eye and gives you a perceptive look. You roll your eyes at him. Luckily, everyone else seems preoccupied as they wonder allowed what Aizawa’s punishment will be.

The clock strikes noon and nothing happens.

You and your classmates all exchange nervous looks with one another as you wait. When you hear heavy footsteps from up the hall, you start to panic a bit. Ugh, crap, you really hope that you haven’t gotten your class into too much trouble. The anticipation of this whole Aizawa ordeal is just killing you – your stomach is churning and you’re adrenaline is already pumping.

A moment later, Mr. Aizawa appears, sweeping around the corner in his dark uniform, his capture weapon wrapped around his neck. He strides into the room with purpose and stops to stand before his class.

“Class.” He acknowledges you all quietly, eyes darting around the room to quickly count heads.

He looks absolutely exhausted with those tired, red eyes. You remember with a start that he’s been out on a mission and likely hasn’t slept in quite some time. A few days’ worth of stubble dots his pale chin, and his hair is as unkempt as usual. It’s funny – you and your friends have often discussed how Shota Aizawa would be drop dead gorgeous if he just took better care of himself. His raven hair is thick and long and if he just brushed if every once and a while he would be an absolute smoke show. But – he’s an underground hero and a teacher. His appearance obviously isn’t a priority. You’ve often wondered if Mr. Aizawa has someone special in his life. You assume that if this were the case, he’d clean himself up a little more. Most people didn’t go for that scruffy, dirty, exhausted look – right?

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.” The class intones nervously. He nods absentmindedly in response.

“We have a few important things to discuss today.” He says briskly, rubbing at his temples like he has a deep headache. “Mr. King called me this morning and filled me in on what’s been going on.” He glances around the room, searching everyone’s faces carefully. You sit up straight between Hitoshi and Jirou, trying not to look too guilty. “Luckily for all of you, my mission ended early and I was already back on campus last night when Mr. King called me at 3 am. There would have been hell to pay had I been called away in the middle of a job.”

He pauses as the class takes in that information. Part of you is relieved that your shenanigans didn’t ruin Mr. Aizawa’s mission. Maybe that’s something you should have thought more about during the party planning process…if you had gotten caught you might have jeopardized your teacher’s mission (and jeopardized the lives of any people depending on him during said mission). In retrospect…the party was much more selfish than you had intended.

“So here’s what I know. There was a party in this room last night involving most of Classes A and B. The party was pre-planned because there were decorations and baked goods. Neito Monoma apparently took credit for the whole thing. And Mineta aided him as a distraction on the quad.” He rattles off the list, unblinking. His tone is even, not necessarily accusatory.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, eyes darting around to take in the guilty looks of your fellow classmates. Mineta sits towards the back of the room, looking absolutely terrified. You feel a little pity for him. Sure, he’s shitty most of the time, but he did help pull off the greatest party distraction ever known to Heights Alliance. He probably deserves a little bit of credit for that, right? Then you remember the way he talked you into promising to kiss him in exchange for his help. Eh, fuck the credit. He’s still scummy as hell. You refocus on Aizawa.

“Here are a few things I put together on my own. It looks like some kind of tech was used to distract Vlad. So I’m assuming that Hatsume from the Support Course was involved. The drone he brought back with him seems to be her style. The rest of the tech she was using seemed to have disappeared when Vlad went back to investigate. I’m also fairly certain that the ring leaders of the party were from our class.” His eyes hover on you before slowly moving to rest on Mina and Toru in turn. “I can’t even begin to say how disappointed I am in you all. I explicitly banned any kind of social gathering from happening while I was away, and I instated a curfew after the last ‘party’ incident.”

The entire class sits in an uncomfortable silence, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. Mr. Aizawa’s words weigh heavily on you all, and his quiet, matter-of-fact dissatisfaction is almost worse than him yelling. His sunken eyes continue to wander the room, bestowing each student with an individual dose of disappointment. Katsuki is the only one who holds Aizawa’s steely gaze. That’s right, he didn’t participate in the party. There’s no reason for him to shoulder the weight of Aizawa’s displeasure.

“But as disappointed as I am that you all blatantly disobeyed my rules…I’m actually a little impressed by what you managed to accomplish.” Aizawa sighs, slowly unwinding his capture weapon from his shoulders and wrapping it neatly around his elbow. It looks like he’s taking it off for the day.

“Wait. What.” Kaminari blurts out stupidly. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Yeah we’re gonna need some further explanation here.” Sero pipes up, sounding equally surprised. Mina glances at you hopefully, her dark eyes wide with astonishment. All around you, your classmates start to babble and mutter to each other – everyone wondering what the hell Mr. Aizawa is talking about.

“Everyone quiet down!” Iida calls out, ever the class rep. “Mr. Aizawa! Please continue!” The engine hero chops the air with his hand and gestures for Mr. Aizawa to keep talking.

Aizawa presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep, steadying breath before his eyelids flutter open around those dry, red eyes. He stares out at you all and seems to be willing himself to stay awake.

“I took some time this morning to review video footage from around campus. Ashido. Hagakure. Y/N. The three of you collaborated with Monoma, Mineta, and Hatsume on the quad and developed a fairly successful plan to delay Vlad King while you threw the party.”

Your stomach drops. You didn’t realize that UA was crawling with surveillance cameras – but in retrospect, it totally makes sense. The UA campus is one of the best-protected institutions in Japan – of course they have a state of the art security system in place. You feel foolish for not thinking there would be some method of surveillance observing your every move.

“Answer this for me…how long did you take to plan this distraction?” Aizawa looks directly at you. No sense in lying now, not when he’s caught you red handed on camera.

“Maybe a week?” You say uncertainly, avoiding his gaze.

“You seemed to have missed a few key factors in your planning process – you neglected to circumvent the security cameras, one of your teammates managed to get caught, and Vlad managed to get ahold of a piece of your equipment as well. Let’s use this as a learning experience.” He pauses; making sure everyone in the class is listening. All mumbling has ceased – all eyes are now concentrated intensely on Aizawa. “When you go on a covert mission, you need to ensure that no team member is left behind. You need to account for every possible scenario – always assume that you are being recorded or filmed somehow, especially these days when cameras are everywhere. And lastly, if you need to leave a mission in a hurry, at least try to destroy any hero support gear rather than leave it behind. You don’t want powerful or proprietary technology to get into enemy hands.”

You all stare at Aizawa in disbelief. Of course this man would find some way to turn this into a lecture. All of a sudden the party was turning into a weird learning experience. You can practically hear Iida’s voice in your mind saying “I’d expect nothing less from a top educational institution like UA!”

Aizawa continues on, leaving his capture weapon wrapped around his arm and tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “This is a great example of how, despite your best attempts at preparation, fieldwork missions rarely go to plan. Remember this phrase we discussed in strategy class – “no plan survives first contact with the enemy.” That means that things will rarely go as we intended, despite our best efforts.” He pauses there, taking in the class’s shocked expressions. You can see the ghost of a smile on his face. No one was really expecting Aizawa to turn this situation into a teachable moment.

“Now, what was another blind spot in your plan?” His gaze lingers again on you, Toru and Mina. Mina slowly raises her manicured pink hand, looking uncertain.

“Yes, Ashido.” Aizawa calls on her as if you’re all just sitting through a normal class lecture.

“We didn’t have a contingency plan. Or a way to shut down the party quickly if Mr. King was on his way to the dorm.” Mina says in a small voice, looking anywhere but Aizawa’s face. “We also didn’t have a reliable stream of communication set up with Mineta and Hatsume. We should have been communicating with both of them throughout the party, but we all got distracted.”

“Right. When planning a mission, you need to think through all possible scenarios. And you need to make sure that every member of your team has support. In this situation, Hatsume and Mineta didn’t have backup, and you didn’t have an exit strategy for the rest of the class. Let’s pretend that Mr. King was a villain and the rest of Classes A and B were civilians that you were protecting. Hatsume and Mineta were holding off the villain the best they could while you tended to the civilians. In this instance, you weren’t able to evacuate the civilians quickly enough and chaos ensued. The villain won.”

“You need to have a plan but also learn to be flexible and think quickly on your feet. I’m disappointed that Vlad caught you all. I’m assuming that Hatsume gave you ample warning to clear out the party? She doesn’t seem like one to leave loose ends.”

“She did.” You say guiltily, hanging your head. “She texted us, but we all managed to get caught up and miss the message.”

“There’s another lesson – stay focused on the mission. You can’t afford to get distracted in the field.” Mr. Aizawa surveys the class with shrewd eyes. “Alright, so we’ve reviewed what you can improve on. Next I want to commend you all for something…”

“Mr. King was deeply impressed with the way that Monoma took responsibility for the party. He was willing to take the fall for the entire operation, and that is no small feat. We all know that Monoma has been…difficult…since the first year Sports Festival. Last time you tried to throw a get together he’s went out of his way to get it shut down. But this time - it seems like Classes A and B were finally able to find some common ground. And that is something Vlad and I have been hoping would happen. Your peers in Class B will be your colleagues in the field someday. You need them. It’s important that you form a rapport with them now while you’re students. We want you to learn from each other, to trust one another.”

Hot damn, Aizawa is the one who’s bringing up CLASS UNITY!!!! You give Hitoshi a sidelong glance, but he ignores you. He keeps his gaze trained on Aizawa.

What your teacher says next is truly shocking.

“I think that perhaps we’ve been training you all so hard that we forgot to give you some time to decompress with your peers. So moving forward…I’m lifting the curfew.”

The entire class cheers at the unexpected news.

“Sensei that’s sick! Thank you!” Kaminari calls out, pumping his fist into the air.

“So manly!” Kirishima calls out, his sour mood lifted.

“Isn’t this amazing, Kacchan? We can all play video games together again!” Izuku says happily, and Katsuki smirks.

“It’ll be good to put you nerds in your place again when we play Mario Kart.”

“That’s the spirit, Bakugo.” Sero laughs, clapping him on the back.

“This is wonderful, ribbit!” Tsu croaks out and Ochaco cheers alongside her.

Aizawa’s eyes flash red as his quirk activates, and everyone goes quiet again to hear what he’ll say next.

“You can choose one night a month to organize a gathering in the common rooms with Class B and any other members of your Year. The school will provide some board games and snacks; Class reps Iida and Yaoyorozu can work on forming a social committee to take the lead with these events.” Mr. Aizawa rattles off the rules (of course there are terms and conditions to this – he’s a real stickler for order!). “Now remember – this is a perk and you’ll all need to show me you’re doing your best in classes and in training for these gatherings to continue. If I catch anyone slipping, I will take away this privilege.”

It’s all too good to be true! Aizawa actually wants you to have parties!?

“It’s important for you to take care of your bodies and your minds as we continue our intense training this year. Your social development is key to that as well. You’ll be encouraged to continue hanging out and forming relationships with students in other classmates. After all, like I said earlier - they’ll be your co-workers, support techs and marketing managers someday when you’re all Pro Heroes. It’s basic networking.”

He pauses, kneading at his temples again with the pads of his fingers. Wow, he must really not be feeling great. “And speaking of networking…this week in class we’ll start to discuss this year’s internship program. It’s an important step in your training and development, so please use the rest of the day to prepare for the big week ahead.”

He stops there, looking around at the class to make sure everyone has absorbed all that he’s shared. He looks dead tired, and you almost wish he were in his yellow sleeping back right now so he could just keel over into a nap. He shifts on his feet unsteadily, like he’s getting ready to leave.

“Whoa, what are internships!?” Kaminari calls out loudly and everyone turns to look at him. “You’re just gonna mic drop and head out without giving us more details?”

“He has a point. This sounds like something we should know more about.” Tsu says thoughtfully, finger to her chin as she stares at Mr. Aizawa with those wide, froggy eyes of hers.

“Sounds exciting!” Toru calls out, shimmying on the couch with enthusiasm. The couch cushion bounces under her, rattling Hitoshi and Jirou alongside you.

“You’ll need to wait until we get back to class tomorrow for more information. I’m too tired to get into this right now.” Aizawa intones as he brings up his hand to shield his eyes from the florescent lights.

“Alright, go and enjoy the rest of the weekend. Get out of my sight.” Mr. Aizawa says, turning away from you all. You can’t help but hear the fondness in his voice as he dismisses the group. “I’m going to sleep for the next twelve hours, so don’t do anything stupid that I’ll need to wake up for.”

“Understood, sir!” Kaminari calls out as Aizawa makes a hasty exit. “Sleep well!”

“Dude, don’t say that to our teacher that’s weird!” Kirishima admonishes.

Aizawa disappears into the hallway and you look around at your classmates in awe. Everyone is absolutely buzzing – high on excitement now that Aizawa has promised a future filled with parties and social breaks. You all can’t believe that you got away with the previous night’s debaucherous shindig.

“Oh my GOD! You’re all idiots!” Bakugo stomps into the hallway and back towards his dorm room. “What a waste of fuckin’ time. I could be halfway done with my English homework by now.”

“Wait for me, Bakugo! I need help with my homework!” Kaminari calls out, scrambling after him.

“Ask pony tail girl for help! I’m not some charity tutor!” You hear Bakugo yell down the hall.

Mina and Toru jump up and down in front of your couch, beaming (well, you assume Toru is beaming. Invisibly.).

“We did it, Y/N! We’re freeeee!” Toru squeals, spinning around in a circle.

Mina bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. “He practically congratulated us for pulling off the party! CLASS UNITY!”

You and Toru chant a rousing chorus of “Class Unity!” as well, and Jirou cackles as Toru does a little pirouette around the couch. Hitoshi’s smiling down at his phone, no doubt giving Neito an update on the whole situation.

“How’s everyone’s favorite Phantom Thief?” You ask the purple haired boy, tilting your head with interest.

“Oh he’s just thrilled that the teachers suddenly think so highly of him for ‘going through a major character growth moment.’ He’s preening.”

“Of course he is.” Mina rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Wow, wow, wow I cannot believe we actually managed to get away with this. I thought we were cooked for sure.”

“I know!” You say, feeling giddy with relief. “What are the odds of this happening!?”

“I told you.” Hitoshi says smugly. “This is something Aizawa and King have wanted since the beginning. He’s taking his wins where he can with our class.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You say, batting at him with your hands. “And now I guess this means you’ll get more unfettered face sucking time with a certain blonde member of Class B.”

“Shut up.” Hitoshi says, cheeks glowing a tiny bit pink. But he’s smiling.

Mina looks down at you, hands on her hips. She’s got a nervous, frenetic energy about her. “Alright well now that that’s over…I’ve got a few last loose ends to tie up.” You know she’s talking about apologizing to Eijirou. You flash her a thumbs up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, girl. Let us know if you need anything!” Toru calls out after her as she exits the common room. Clearly she has been filled in on the Kirishima situation via text.

“I can’t believe you guys actually pulled that off.” Jirou says in amazement as she gets to her feet. “That was punk rock as all hell.”

“We just got lucky, honestly.” Toru says humbly. “Mr. Aizawa would have had every right to punish us. But I’m sure glad he didn’t!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Shoto and Izuku exit the common room, chatting.

“Hey, guys? I gotta go, um, take care of something, too. I’ll catch up with y’all later?” You wave to your friends as you follow Shoto and Izuku out into the hall.

“Something’s up with her.” Toru says once you’re out of earshot. “She’s been acting really weird lately.”

“Maybe she has a crush on someone.” Jirou says. “She’s been a little flighty lately, hasn’t she?”

“Since when are you an expert on dating?” Hitoshi quirks an eyebrow at her, making her blush and look away.

“Well I have a boyfriend now, don’t I?” She says defensively, her mouth in a flat line.

“Fair enough.” Hitoshi laughs, but Toru seems flabbergasted.

“What!?” She says, hopping up and down before flopping back n the couch. “You think our Y/N has a crush? On who!? OMG I bet it’s Honenuki!?”

“It’s not Honenuki.” Hitoshi snorts, rolling his eyes. Toru turns slowly to look at Hitoshi.

“You know something about this…don’t you?” She says accusingly.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen a fraction before he masters himself. His expression instantly bounces back to neutral.

“What are you talking about?”

“You just said ‘it’s not Honenuki’ way too confidentially. You know who Y/N has a crush on, don’t you? Jirou, help me out!!” Toru cries out, waving an invisible arm at Jirou to include her in the conversation.

“Yeah. It did sound a little suspicious.” Jirou says, leveling Hitoshi with a distrustful look.

“Guys, chill out.” Hitoshi says, his brain grasping at straws as he tries to come up with a plausible excuse for why you wouldn’t be interested in Honenuki. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Don’t gaslight us!” Toru shrieks, thwacking him lightly with her transparent hands while Jirou laughs.

“Look. All I’m saying is that…Y/N probably isn’t into Honenuki because (a) he can’t really kiss with his current facial set up. And (b) she doesn’t even know him that well. I just can’t see someone like Y/N going for a guy she’s barely talked to.”

“They’ve been texting, though!” Toru says, waving her own phone in Hitoshi’s face. He grimaces and shifts away from her. He doesn’t really love his personal space being invaded so aggressively. But he supposes that’s a part of friendship. “I saw it! They send music back and forth to each other.”

“Also not everyone is as obsessed with kissing as you are.” Jirou grins teasingly. “We all saw you playing tonsil hockey with Monoma last night like some kind of heathen.”

“Then maybe I’m wrong, alright? Jeez, lay off guys. I’m sorry.” Hitoshi grumbles, getting to his feet and ambling away from the girls. Jirou and Toru laugh at his discomfort as he makes his exit from the common area.

“I wonder if it Y/N does have a crush onHonenuki, though. She’s been kinda distant since she started texting him more. And that kiss last night that he gave her…well it was sort of intimate despite the fact that he doesn’t have lips.” Toru wonders aloud, looking to Jirou for additional insight.

“Listen, I’ve barely had a boyfriend for twelve hours. I am not the one to talk to about romance.”

The two laugh and go get to get a snack from the kitchen, where some of your classmates are celebrating Aizawa’s leniency.

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Meanwhile, you’ve followed Izuku and Shoto back towards the boy’s side of the dorm at a relatively safe distance. When the two say their goodbyes and go to their separate rooms, you dash up to Shoto’s dorm door.

You knock on the door and don’t wait for his reply, bursting into his room jubilantly. He gives you a look of surprise, his bright eyes wide as he opens his mouth to greet you. You fly to him, throwing your arms around his neck and sealing your lips together with a sound smek!

Shoto doesn’t question his good fortune; he just closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Within minutes he’s rolled out his palette bed and has you straddling him, his hands squeezing your solid hips.

“I can’t believe Aizawa let us get away with the party.” Shoto says between kisses. He lets his hands travel up your body and under your shirt, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His palms settle around your breasts, his fingertips squeezing and massaging.

“Fuck.” You say as he pinches at one of your nipples over the padding of your bra. “I know, I’m like riding a high right now. I can’t believe we didn’t get into trouble.”

Shoto presses your lips together again to shut you up and you all but melt into him. You feel giddy and relieved as you kiss and kiss and kiss, glad that you don’t have detention or another terrible punishment hanging over your head. Wow, you really pulled it off!

“I wasn’t expecting that at all from our teacher.” Shoto says as you pause to take a breath. His mouth quirks up into a gentle smile. “I’m glad you didn’t get the class in trouble. I didn’t really enjoy having a curfew.”

“Hey – you participated in that party just as much as the rest of the class. In fact, you hid the liquor bottle under the couch. You’re an accomplice.” You protest. “If we would have been punished it wouldn’t have been all my fault.”

“You’re right.” Shoto says, sliding his hands under your bra so he can play with your bare breasts. “I’m your party crime accomplice.”

“And don’t you forget it.” You sigh in contentment as he rolls a nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It’s only been a few minutes of sitting on top of Shoto and your panties are thoroughly soaked. You grind against him, trying to line up his hardness with your aching core despite the layers of clothing between you. After a moment of repositioning, you find a great angle and settle in. You roll your hips slowly, feeling the hard line of Shoto’s cock flex against your leggings.

Shoto groans lightly at the contact, pulling his hands back down from your breasts so he can guide your hips. He looks up at you with heavily lidded, lusty eyes as he helps you to grind on his hardness.

You reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt. “This needs to come off right now.”

He grins up at you and holds up his arms so that you can strip him of his expensive name brand t-shirt. You pull it up and over his head, messing up his two toned hair in the process. You toss the shirt over your shoulder and hear it quietly hit the floor behind you.

“God I love to just look at you.” You sigh, taking in Shoto’s perfect muscular form. You smooth your palms over the pale skin of his chest, allowing yourself to appreciate the hard muscle he’s gained over the past year of training with the Hero Course. Shoto glimmers under the contact, clearly appreciating your appreciation. You smile down at him before leaning in for another kiss.

You make out lazily for a while, working each other up with your lips and hands. Finally, Shoto breaks away to gaze up at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“Y/N.” Shoto whispers, his voice husky in your ear as he reaches for your waist. “Y/N, I want to touch you again. Can I?” He sounds almost desperate for it. And who are you to deny Shoto Todoroki the pleasure of touching your pussy?

“Yes. Literally any time.” You say excitedly, letting him reposition you for easier access. He helps you off of him, pulling you down onto the bedroll beside him so that he can wrap his arms around you. And that’s how Shoto ends up behind you, your back flush against his chest as he spoons you.

His fingers slide down your stomach, easily slipping beneath the thick band of your leggings that covers your stomach. He brushes against the waistline of your underwear with his fingertips, playing with it. Ghosting along the thick waistband. Your pussy is sopping wet, dripping with anticipation. He snaps the elastic against the delicate skin of your stomach and you whimper.

“Did you like that?” He whispers, letting his fingers slip a bit lower over the soft fabric of your underwear. Heat pools in between your legs at the tinge of excitement in his voice as he teases you. Suddenly you recall his texts from the night before and you’re struck with an idea. You bite your lip for a moment as you think through what you want to say.

“Shoto, I’ve been such a bad girl. Maybe you should punish me?” You say in a simpering little voice. You’re not sure if this will do it for him, but when he snaps the elastic again you know you’ve gotten his attention.

“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He says, his voice almost harsh in your ear as he drifts his finger lightly over your underwear, your clit throbbing underneath. “Did you make a deal to kiss another one of our classmates in exchange for a favor?”

Okay, Shoto, go off!?

You flex your hips in an attempt to grind into his fingers, but he pulls his hand away.

“Answer the question, Y/N.” He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow beneath your ear and you flush. He continues to lavish your neck with hot kisses as your tongue works itself around an answer.

“Yeah.” You invent wildly. “I told Mr. Aizawa that I’d kiss him if he let us off without any punishment.”

Shoto’s kisses still. He absolutely knows that you’re making this up for the sake of fantasy, but he’s a bit shocked that this fictional hookup involves your teacher of all people. He quickly gets his head back in the game and resumes kissing his way across the sensitive skin of your neck, bringing his fingers back down to ghost across your clothed pussy. You’ve seen him refocus himself similarly in battle when he’s caught off guard – he’s adaptable.

“…and did he accept the kiss?” He asks slowly, driving you crazy with his barely-there touches.

“Well, we got away with the party, didn’t we?” You bite back, grinning as his fingers flutter over your clit again. You raise your hips to chase his touch, but he pulls his hand away again. He’s really making you earn it.

“You’re right.” Shoto says as he continues to plant hot kisses along your collarbone. “You’ve been so,” kiss. “Terribly.” Another kiss. “bad.” Shoto says, his voice deep and breathless. “Letting your teacher kiss you to avoid detention? Heroes don’t trade sexual favors in order to get what they want.”

“Well maybe this hero does.” You say, straining to get closer to him. You feel like your body is on fire with need, and Shoto is a bucket of satisfying water. You want him to absolutely drench you.

“Not on my watch.” He finally slips his hand underneath your underwear, his pointer finger sweeping across your soft pussy to gather up your arousal.

“Oh, Shoto!” Shoto slides the pads of his fingers down into your folds, wasting no time in finding your swollen clit. He circles it greedily, slipping and sliding in your wetness.

“Fuck.” Shoto curses under his breath and your heart sings at the swear. It’s so rare that he uses foul language, but your pussy always seems to draw that roughness out of him. He closes his eyes as he continues to move his fingers around your wetness, getting a feel for you. He’s concentrating hard, trying to get a handle on the terrain. He’s only done this once the night before and it was so rushed and hot and quick. This time, he wants to spend a little more time getting a lay of the land before he takes you apart. He smooths his fingers around your clit and then slowly down your dripping slit, taking care to ensure that you’re comfortable as he does so. He drops the dirty talk so he can focus on your pleasure.

“How’s this?” He asks curiously, drawing the pads of his fingers across your entrance questioningly. You scoot a back a bit and part your legs to give him better access.

“It’s nice. You can go inside if you want.” You say, your breath catching in your throat as he begins to softly pulse his pointer finger against your hole. The steady rhythm feels good and intoxicating. Your core pulses with need - with each gentle thrum of his finger against your wetness, your body is craves to be filled, to have him move inside.

“That would be alright?” He asks softly, in awe of your body. When you nod enthusiastically, he gently pulses the tip of his pointer finger inside. He takes it slowly, allowing your body to adjust and pull him in a few centimeters at a time. This is much more gentle and deliberate than last night in the janitor’s closet. You let out a soft moan as he manages to slide most of his finger inside of you. He begins to pulse it, trying to gauge what feels good for you.

“I’ve been wondering how this would feel if I used my penis instead of my fingers.” He says thoughtfully, sliding his finger into you more fully and twisting. You gasp at the motion, dripping wet. Once he feels you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, he layers in a bit more dirty talk. Your body and brain fizzle with appreciation. “Do you think you’d be able to handle it? It is a bit larger than my fingers, after all…”

Your pussy pulses at his words. Oh god. What would it be like to be filled up with Shoto Todoroki’s thick cock? It would probably feel just like heaven, right?

You’ve definitely thought about it. After all, how could a girl jerk off Shoto Todoroki’s hot dick and not fantasize about how it would feel inside of her!?

“Ah.” You sigh out as he continues to pleasure you, bringing his free hand around to slide down your leggings and play with your clit as his other penetrates you deeply. “You’re right. Your cock is just so big. I don’t know if it would fit right away.”

“We can work our way up to it, then.” He says in a strained voice, fingers moving faster in time with his rapidly beating heart.

“How would you want to fuck me, Sho?” You ask, voice strangled as he continues to do wonderful things with his fingertips. “Would you want me on top? Or maybe you’d want to take me from behind?”

This is new territory for you both – unabashed dirty talk. Discussing the possibility of straight up fucking. It’s intoxicating to be speaking so openly about how badly your body wants and needs Shoto.

Shoto lets out a harsh breath as he presses further into you, your bodies intertwined deliciously. “Oh my God Y/N. I don’t know…I’d let you have me any way you’d want. I bet I could make you feel so good. I’d fill you up so well. I don’t think you’d be able to keep quiet. Everyone would know that we’re fucking.”

He’s talking nonsense. You awkwardly bend your arm behind your back to palm at his cock through his pants. He’s hard as all hell. You wonder if he’ll cum in his underwear again.

“You know, I had a sex dream about you recently.” He repositions himself to be a bit more comfortable, dragging his left hand away from your clit so he can use it to better prop himself up. Your brain is fuzzy with horny-ness, but somehow you’re able to process his words. You’re a bit shocked about two things – (a) Shoto has had a sex dream about you and (b) he’s so willing to talk about it.

“You did?” You gasp out as he gains momentum and hits a particularly good spot deep inside of you. His words are driving you just as crazy as his hands at this point.

“Yeah.” He breathes. You buck your hips backwards and grind against his hardness.

“Tell me about it?”

“Alright.” Shoto says, slowly drawing his finger out from inside of you so that he can zigzagging his fingers around your pussy lips. Your core shudders at the loss of him inside of you, but you try to concentrate on what he’s saying instead. He teases you – running his finger slowly around the rim of your hole, dragging it softly up and around your clit.

Finally, he presses back into you and you make a small noise of pleasure as he settles himself inside. “We were at my family’s vacation home. We woke up in bed together in the sun…and we made love.”

“Oh!” Your breath catches in your chest, your heart pounding in time with the drag of Shoto’s finger deep inside of you. “Can you tell me more?”

“Yes.” Shoto says shortly, his breath a bit labored as he tries to concentrate on your pussy while you grind against him. “You felt so good, so soft. You were wearing a t-shirt. No underwear. It was so easy to just lift it up and…and I woke up wishing I was inside of you for real.”

“God that’s so hot, Shoto.” You say as he increases his pace, flexing his finger against your gummy walls. “God I want you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you.” He teases, flexing his finger to remind you.

“You know what I mean.”

You’re so wet you’re certain your pants are soaked through. All of this hooking up with Shoto has you going through detergent and laundry supplies like crazy – it’s becoming an expensive habit. Clearly you just need to start getting naked off the bat to avoid soaking through your panties and jeans in the future…

You grind back into Shoto again, butt cheeks bouncing against his cock. He lets out a whine.

“Y/N…I’m gonna…I can’t help myself…I need to…” He says, sounding completely undone. You love the way he starts babbling when he’s close to cumming.

“It’s alright, Sho. you can cum.” You throw your head back into his chest and grind your ass back against him as he continues to finger you. He lets out a strangled moan as he cums in his underwear for the second time in 24 hours. Man this guy is an absolute freak for your wet pussy.

“Next time I’ll make you cum with my fingers, how ‘bout?” You promise as his breathing evens out.

“I’ll cum however you’ll let me.” Shoto sighs into your ear, continuing to finger fuck your pussy with vigor. There’s something about the desperate way he says that, all strung out and woozy that just about drives you over the edge. You feel the orgasm swell in your core, ballooning out and expanding to encompass your entire body…

“Shoto…Shoto, I’m gonna - !”

Shoto melds against you, pulling you into him with one hand as his other continues to fuck into you enthusiastically with the other. Holy fucking shit the room is spinning and you’re on the precipice of falling into paradise.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Out of nowhere, a rapid staccato of a knock hits Shoto’s dorm door, causing you both still.

Blood is rushing in your ears and you can’t help at the way your hips automatically buck up in an attempt to get Shoto to move again. You’re so fucking close – filled up with golden ichor and a pulsing need to finish around Shoto’s sweet fucking fingers.

Shoto remains frozen, his gaze flickering uncertainly towards the door.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. After all, you’ve had this happen a few times before. Remember that time early on when Mina and Toru were at the door while you got Shoto off? And you just kind of lied and told them you didn’t feel well until they eventually left? Or when Aizawa was behind the door, telling Shoto his father was visiting in the common room?

You’ll just keep quiet and ignore the door - whoever’s trying to see Shoto will eventually give up move on. Soon they’ll realize that Shoto isn’t coming to answer the door and they’ll leave, simple as that.

For some reason, though, this time is different.

The knocker doesn’t wait for Shoto to reply, and they don’t leave either.

The doorknob rattles briefly as the intruder PUSHES THE DOOR WIDE OPEN. The door flies out of the doorjamb, hinges squeaking in the stunned silence of the dorm room.

With a wave of sickening panic – you realize that you both forgot to lock the door!!!!

There’s no time to think or move or pull away from Shoto. Your back is flush against him, your limbs tangled up – and his hand is firmly, immovably down the front of your leggings. His fingers tucked inside your tight heat.

“Todoroki – I found that All Might Silver Age manga we were talking about earlier and I wanted to bring it over. You can borrow it, if you’d like! Of course, you can probably find an illegally uploaded copy online but I really like to support the artists who work so hard to draw everything out! And the only real way to do that is to buy the manga directly from the artist or from an indie manga store and –

Izuku Fucking Midoriya throws open the door wide and stands in the threshold of the dorm room, babbling incessantly about manga. In his hand, he holds a short stack of red white and gold comic books plastered with images of a younger, hotter All Might.

What happens next seems to occur in slow motion – Izuku slowly looks up from his pile of manga and locks eyes with you and Shoto. His facial expression changes from one of cheerful excitement to absolute horror, his jaw dropping and his eyes bulging in complete shock as he takes in the scene.

“Holy Whoa!”

Shoto is shirtless – his expensive branded t-shirt laying abandoned on the floor somewhere by your shoes. His hair is mussed and standing on end, his perfect part is fucked up – red hair blending with white. And somehow in the span of five minutes, he’s already hard again. So incredibly hard in his jeans – you can feel his rigid cock pressed against your butt even through the layers of underwear and pants. He’s laying on his side on the plush bedroll, supporting himself on his left elbow, while his right arm is draped around your waist, his left hand dipped low into your leggings. His fingers are still firmly lodged in your throbbing fucking pussy.

Izuku lets out a low, frantic sound. Something akin to an animal being cornered by a predator. His hands fly up to cover his eyes and the stack of All Might manga hits the ground with a firm “flump!” The individual issues of glossy manga fan out across the ground, pages fluttering as the booklets scatter across Shoto’s usually immaculately clean floor.

Izuku holds his hands flush to his face so he can’t see and he tries to turn to leave the room. He walks squarely into the door with a squeak. He lets his hands fall so he can feel his way out of the room with his eyes still shut.

“I, um, didn’t see anything! Okay! Bye Todoroki! Bye Y/N! I mean! Bye no one! Enjoy the manga!” Midoriya turns on his heel and stiffly closes the door behind him; you can hear him bumping into something in the hallway (he probably forgot to open his eyes). After a moment, his footsteps fade.

You push away from Shoto, both of you lock eyes in the silence. He hastily pulls his fingers out of you with a soft squelch!

Fuck.

Izuku fucking Midoriya caught you getting goddamn fingerbanged by Shoto Todoroki. Who, you think with a pang, is very much publically not your boyfriend.

And now Izuku Midoriya knows.

Within the span of a few hours, the circle of people who know about you and Shoto has increased to 4.

Ughhhhh what the hell are you gonna do!?

You turn to Shoto with wide, terror filled eyes. He looks back up at you with that classic Shoto stare of his from where he’s still laying on his bedroll, stunned.

The two of you sit like that for a few moments, eyes locked in a panicked sort of silence.

“Well…” He says quietly, gulping to clear the nervous lump in his throat. “It was nice of him to leave the manga.”

End of Chapter 9

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Author's Notes:

wow ok that was wild I'm gonna go sleep for a hundred years now

Okayyyy so this is the largest single chapter I've ever written EVER!! I thought about breaking it up into 3 parts but honestly I also just wanted it out in the world because I'm very excited about how the story is progressing!!! The next update will probably be a quarter of the size of this - I need to set more manageable chapter expectations! But at the same time...writing this doesn't stress me out. It thrills me. So we'll see what the next month of writing brings for Shoto's First Kiss!

I hope y'all enjoyed the different directions the fic is taking! I feel like if it were just Shoto x Reader all the time it would get boring (and be soooo much shorter!). I'm liking the different character interactions and growth and my absolute favorite arc here is the way the Reader's friend group is expanding and growing. Also - can you tell I've been consuming hella MHA SMAUs lately!? I wanted to include a few silly text convos for the fun of it. The horny toad / mommy milkers texts had me rolling. I re-read them during editing and was like...what was I thinking when I wrote this!? It's so silly. And if you've been following me for a bit you know I love silly!

Anyways, I really hope that this chapter was worth the almost 2 month wait. I've been really thoughtful with my approach to writing Shoto's First Kiss, but I've also been trying to blow off steam with shorter one shot fics in between. I hope to publish some fun smutty one shots in the next few weeks involving Best Jeanist/EdgeShot and Izuku/Katsuki :) And maybe eventually I'll get back around to writing some Kirishima nonsense (the original goal of this freakin' blog). Idk, now I'm just rambling!

Thanks for reading and for joining me on this journey. All of your comments, requests, and votes on my stupid polls mean the world to me and bring me a lot of freakin' joy. I love writing and I really feel like I'm growing and developing my style through these fics. Maybe one day I'll write an original novel of my own or something. But at least for now...well, it was nice of him to leave the manga :)

XOXO,

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Chapter 8: The Party Part 2 / Shoto’s Revenge

She shrugs and gives you a knowing half smile. “Sometimes people need a little push!” She starts to notice the room getting quieter as everyone waits for her to call out the next participant. “Speaking of which…you’re next!”

You look up in surprise as the crowd around you cheers and starts to chant your name encouragingly. Mina scoops up the bottle off the floor and holds it out to you expectantly.

“Come on, Y/N!”

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your friends chant around you.

You can practically feel Shoto’s gaze burning into your back as you stare down that problematic glass bottle.

Shit.

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“Huh!?” Oh no. Oh helllll no. You weren’t planning on participating in this crazy game – especially not when Shoto is off the table. “No, Mina, I’m okay. Really.”

Mina pouts, but relents. Instead she turns to Hagakure. “How about you, Toru? Want to take a spin?”

“You know it, girl!” Toru cackles, shifting in her seat.

Mina turns back to the group and signals for attention. She’s going to make such a good hero one day – she can so easily control a room and grab the spotlight. If only she would stop pushing things too far all of the time…

“Allllright! Toru’s up next!” She passes the bottle over to your invisible best friend and scoots back to give her some space. Toru wiggles with excitement, her bracelets jingling on her invisible wrists as she leans forward and gives the bottle a hard spin.

The bottle ricochets across the floor, whirling round and round. You feel the excitement rolling off of Hagakure in waves as she waits to see where it will land. Within seconds, the bottle’s pace slows and it comes to an abrupt stop. You look up eagerly to see that it’s pointing at Mashirao Ojiro.

“Oh!”  Toru says softly.

For once, The Invisible Girl is absolutely speechless. You imagine she’s blushing as she takes in Ojiro’s equally shocked face. Across the circle, Ojiro’s jaw is slack in surprise. He quickly closes it and absentmindedly straightens his hair as the group is watches on and laughs.

You narrow your eyes and glance over at Mina, suspicious. How is everyone being miraculously paired up with their crushes!? She’s definitely rigged this game somehow, you just know it. She’s playing matchmaker somehow!

You refocus on Toru, who seems to be frozen in place.

“Get over there girl!” You and Mina push Toru up and she stumbles, nearly tripping over the glass bottle. Ojiro hops up to meet her in the middle and catches her arms before she can fall.

“Um…hey.” Ojiro says as he steadies her. Everyone looks on eagerly; this game is truly a spectacle to behold.

“Oh, Ojiro!” Toru says theatrically as she bounces on the balls of her feet. “This is so embarrassing! My face is bright red!”

Ojiro actually rolls his eyes at this, he’s used to Toru’s dramatics at this point.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” One thing you like about Ojiro – he’s steady and reliable. If anyone can balance out Toru’s constant chaotic energy, it’s The Tailman. “But…maybe you should take the lead here – I can’t see your face?” He says weakly, staring at her hard as he tries to discern where her mouth is.

Toru wastes no time, throwing her arms around Ojiro’s neck and pulling herself up she can crash their lips together. Ojiro’s face is bright red and his eyes are wide in shock as Toru all but climbs on top of him. You and Mina laugh so hard you feel like you can barely breathe. For a moment, all thoughts of Shoto have left your mind as you watch one of your best friends have her first kiss with her crush.

Ojiro’s eyes slide closed and he wraps his arms around Toru’s back and waist, holding her to him in a sweet embrace. They’re flush against each other, and he lifts her up a bit so that she’s standing on top of his shoes.

 It’s kind of weird to watch Ojiro make out with an invisible partner. You can see Toru’s body since she’s wearing clothes, of course. But her head is completely invisible, so you can see right through her. Quirks make intimacy hella weird sometimes. Through Toru’s nonexistent head, it looks like Ojiro’s lips are flattening and pursing of their own accord.

Finally, Toru breaks apart from him and reaches up to ruffle his hair. He smiles stupidly down at her invisible face. They break apart and she skitters back over to you and Mina to reclaim her seat. Ojiro stumbles back to his seat next to Kirishima, who claps him on the back kindly with a smile.

“Eeek! I had my first kiss!” Toru whispers urgently in your ear.

“I know! I was there!” You laugh.

At the break of action, the sound of babble swells in the room again as everyone gets back to chatting and laughing. The mood in the room is good; everyone is a tiny bit buzzed and feeling warm and fuzzy.

“What was it like!?” You ask eagerly, sitting forward to hear every word.

“Soft! Warm! Hot! Ojiro is a good kisser!” Toru squeals. You and Mina laugh happily as your friend wiggles with joy. “I hope that this night never ends!”

Mina checks her bedazzled phone. “Oh! The rest of the group is here!”

You and Toru look up towards the entrance and see that a small group of Class B students have entered the building. Mina, ever the master of ceremonies, waves them over and has them join the circle. Itsuka Kendo, Setsuna Tokage, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Juzo Honenuki and Yosetsu Awase find spots on the floor. Honenuki waves at you in greeting, and you return the gesture with a friendly smile.

“How did the distraction go!? Did Hatsume’s creepy little machines work?” Mina asks Kendo excitedly. The red head smiles back wickedly.

“We definitely fooled Mr. King into thinking that Mineta needed his help. He took the bait hook, line and sinker.” Honenuki cackles out.

“Wait…Neito – weren’t you supposed to be part of the distraction alongside Kendo?” You ask your friend. Neito looks a bit embarrassed when he answers.

“Well…I needed some extra time to get ready and Kendo said she could handle things with Setsuna, Tetsutetsu and the Class B gang. Plus I didn’t want Mr. King to think I was always running around tattling on my classmates. He told me recently that I need to work on being a bit more ‘social’ and ‘likeable.’ I just couldn’t bring myself to let him down again.” Neito says smoothly. This tracks – Neito has a ten step skincare regimen, after all. You can only imagine how much time he took to primp ahead of his big night with Shinsou.

“We thought it would seem more authentic if the class rep took the lead here.” Tetsutetsu chimes in, grinning widely. “And Mr. King totally bought our lie when we told him Mineta was getting bullied and strung up on the flagpole as a prank. We watched him run over to where Mineta was hanging and boom! He was instantly covered with drones. He didn’t even land a hit while we were watching.”

“Wow sounds like Hatsume really does know what she’s doing here.” Toru says in awe. Mr. King is an experienced hero, so Hatsume’s drones being able to go toe-to-toe with him is truly impressive.

“The trick wasn’t very manly of us, I’ll admit.” Tetsutetsu says, running his hand through his hair guiltily.”…but it sure was effective!”

“Yeah I really tried to make it seem like we’d been casually walking through the area when we noticed Mineta had been ‘attacked.’ Hopefully Mr. King won’t think we were connected with the drone nonsense.” Kendo says uncertainly.

“I’m sure it’s finnnneee!” Mina says, throwing her arms out wide. “Hatsume knows what she’s doing. And so does Mineta – he’s got skin in the game.” You glare at Mina when you remember that you had promised to kiss the little pervert in exchange for his help. As much as you hate the whole situation, you do truly believe that the kissing offer will keep Mineta on-task. He’s unlikely to betray you all where sexual favors are involved, after all.

“So what’s going on?” Tetsutetsu asks excitedly as Kirishima passes him a bowl of chips and a drink. “What did we miss?”

“Well you guys only missed a little – YaoMomo, come over here and give it a spin!” Mina calls out across the crowd. Momo has joined Shoto in conversation and looks up in surprise.

“No, no I’m alright!” She waves Mina off, blushing. She’s wearing a sensible lavender turtleneck and expensive looking blue jeans, flawless as per usual. “You all keep on playing without me.”

“Come onnnnn Momo!” Mina whines, scooping up the glass bottle and proffering it up to your creation-quirked friend.

“No, really! I must refuse.” Momo says, her eyebrows arched nervously as she tries to wave Mina away.

Momo and Mina continue to bicker (if you could call Momo’s polite declining bickering…okay Mina continues to bicker at Momo and she tries to turn the spotlight away from herself).

Your phone buzzes a few times in your pocket and you slip it out, hoping its Shoto.

It’s not.

Nope - it’s Honenuki.

Honenuki: Hey.

You glance up – the pale skeleton-faced young man is looking up at you with his wide grey eyes from across the circle. No one notices - everyone else is focused on Mina and Momo’s back and forth.

You type.

Y/N: Hey! You were part of the distraction team? I thought it would just be Kendo calling over Mr. Vlad King.

Honenuki: We all thought it would look more believable if we did it in a group. We told Mr. King we were walking back from the library when we heard yelling and found Mineta. Mr. King told us to head back to the dorms in case a villain had broken through the UA barrier.

Y/N: Oh shit. You think we’ll go into lockdown?

Honenuki: Nah. We told him it looked like a student prank, and he seemed to believe it.

Y/N: That’s gnarly. You could get in SOOO much trouble if he finds out this was all a fake set up.

Honenuki: Yeah. But isn’t it worth it for one night of being reckless teenagers? We’re all so good most of the time.

Honenuki: It can be a little fun to walk on the wild side.

A tiny lion emoji accompanies the text.

You smirk, glancing up at him to see his eyes crinkling at the corners to indicate that he’s smiling.

Honenuki: By the way

Y/N: ??

Honenuki: You look really cute tonight

Oh.

You feel a blush bloom in your cheeks, warm and rosy. You dart a quick look up at him and see that he’s still staring you down, eyes intense. You don’t know what to say…

After a moment’s pause, you start typing.

Y/N: A girl’s gotta look her best for an illegal party, ofc!

Honenuki: You always look cute though. Just thought you should know J

Um…okayyyyy!? Is he…flirting with you!? Honenuki liking you…like-liking you…that is not a possibility that you have considered?

You’ve been so caught up with your tryst with Shoto Todoroki that you haven’t really been paying attention to any other men. Your brain flies back through the text conversations you’ve had recently with Honenuki – sharing jokes, swapping music. Oh shit. He’s been flirting with you the entire time! And you’ve been…flirting back?

Your brain is reeling with the revelation. You stare down at your phone screen. You should type something. You should say something. You’re taken, aren’t you? Sure, you and Shoto haven’t put a label on…whatever it is that the two of you are! But you’ve agreed not to hook up with anyone else, right?

Your mind feels a bit hazy. The feeling of being wanted by two different men is a little intoxicating.

You think about Honenuki – his sweet messages and his chill demeanor. He’s kind – you know he’s always willing to help a classmate with training or math homework. You’ve heard nothing but good things about him in passing. He’s also strong – like Shoto, he’s one of the few students who gained admission to UA by recommendation and he’s currently at the top of Class B’s rankings. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he has the potential to be a powerful hero.

You bite at your lip, staring at your phone screen blankly as you brain continues to cycle through Honenuki’s positive qualities. On top of his academic success…you have to admit that he’s kind of hot. Perfect skin and shaggy hair. You’ve seen the way he fights in battle; you imagine he’s well muscled under that floral shirt of his. You even like the haunting quality of his skeleton-like teeth. There’s something so genuine about him – he’s open and can put anyone at ease. He’s uncomplicated.

In a world where Shoto had never asked to kiss you, you can see yourself continuing to encourage Honenuki’s advances. If you hadn’t started hooking up with Shoto…would you and Honenuki have gotten together? You’re overwhelmed as you think back to all of Honenuki’s previous messages and the way he’s been treating you so tenderly lately. How could you not have realized earlier that he’s been giving off flirty vibes!?

The atmosphere of the spin the bottle game is far too horny and must be influencing you, because a vision comes to mind of being alone with Honenuki. Your mind scrabbles together a quick flash of white hot images – your hand running down his bare toned chest; his strong hands enveloping the curves of your waist; his grey eyes widening in surprise when you whisper his given name, “Juzo.”

Toru grabs your arm and shakes you from your wild, fuzzy thoughts.

“Y/N! Girl! Are you okay!? Why are you staring at your phone like that?” She tries to make a grab for the device, but you spin it out of her grasp before she can get a good look at the screen.

“Sorry…I was checking to see if Hatsume texted us.” You lie quickly. “I wonder how her distraction is going.”

“Oh!” Toru says in surprise, clearly having forgotten about Hatsume and Mineta’s role in the party planning. “I’m sure she would have sent us all a group text if there was a problem.” She turns back to her conversation with Fujita, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a moment.

You think a bit more about Honenuki and Shoto, two wildly different guys. While Honenuki has confidence and a unique charm, he lacks Shoto’s intensity and vibrancy. With Shoto, each conversation feels like unlocking a new video game level – you’re always learning something new about him. His upbringing, his passions, his sense of humor. Getting to know Shoto has been such a joy - he’s complex and sweet and kind in ways you never could have imagined.

As tempting as it is to innocently flirt back with Honenuki over text…you feel a strong sense of loyalty to Shoto. Sure, the two of you aren’t officially in “a relationship,” but the growing bond you share is intimate. You can’t imagine your day to day without Shoto – his tiny smiles in the hall, the way he sends you odd little texts about Pokémon and his love of cold soba.

And so you leave Honenuki’s text on read. You’ll need to sort through your feelings more later in the comfort of your own dorm room and decide how to approach the situation further.

Mina’s shrill voice brings you back to the present.

“Momooooo!” Mina whines out, throwing up her hands in exasperation. Your attention snaps back to your arguing friends. “Class B did so much work to help us throw this party. Joining in on some of the official festivities is the least we can do to show our appreciation. Plus weren’t you saying earlier how important it is to participate in cultural activities? This is prime teen culture right here!” Mina gestures wildly at the empty bottle lying in the middle of the circle. You’re honestly in awe of Mina and the way she can just make up convincing shit like this.

“Well…I suppose I did say that.” Momo bites her lip, thinking. “As deputy class rep I should participate in such an important show of friendliness between our two classes! And if Todoroki went through with it, I expect I can too.” It seems that this is what Mina was banking on. She grins like a Cheshire cat as Momo walks over to join them.

“Alright Momo, all you need to do is spin this!” She presents the bottle in all of its glory. It seems to sparkle with possibility under the florescent lights.

Momo accepts the bottle and flings it across the ground with an enthusiastic spin. It spirals across the floor, turning end over end before coming to a stop in front of Class B’s Yosetsu Awase. Awase’s eyebrows dip down and he mutters a curse under his breath.

He looks up at Momo, and based on his expression alone he looks either angry or terrified. Kendo laughs heartily and pats him on the back. “Go on, Awase. Go get your kiss.”

Momo watches him with fretful eyes. “Awase. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want - ” The welding hero raises a hand, signaling her to be quiet. Despite the gesture, he can’t bring himself to fully look her in the eye. The welding hero gets up slowly and crosses the circle to reach her, his cuffed blue jeans and dark Doc Martens make him look effortlessly cool. He reaches her in two strides.

Awase is taller than Momo by a few inches – his boots giving him the slightest boost. She looks up into his face nervously, her brain clearly whirring as she tries to devise a strategy to get out of this nerve-wracking situation. Maybe if she makes a break for the door everyone will magically forget this whole silly game and her role in it? Her eyes dart between Awase’s lips and the exit. He finally lets himself look at her, a dark scowl clouding his features.

“You know.” He says quietly, causing everyone in the circle to lean in a bit to catch his words. “I think you’re the smartest student in our year. Maybe even the smartest in the entire school.” He looks away, his skin red with embarrassment, sweat beading at his forehead. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while.”

“Oh.” Momo covers her mouth and looks at the ground with embarrassment. “Thank you, that’s so kind.”

The room is so quiet, Present Mic would find the space absolutely offensive. All eyes are on Momo and Awase.

“You cool with this?” He asks, jerking his head to gesture at the crowd of classmates circled around them.

Momo blushes and looks away once more. “Well it is an important coming of age event, isn’t it? And I don’t want to stand in the way of building class unity, of course.”

This matter-of-fact response draws a slow smile out of Awase, his scowl melting into a light grin. “Oh, of course. Class unity is super important.” He takes a deep breath to steady himself, pressing his hands deep into his pockets as he leans into kiss her. Momo shuts her eyes as if she’s afraid, but as soon as their lips meet she leans into it eagerly. The smooch lasts for a few moments before Awase jumps backwards, face overheating. He looks up at the ceiling in embarrassment, hands still pressed into his pockets.

“Thanks Yaoyorozu!” He says too loudly and too enthusiastically. “I’m glad we could contribute to uniting our classes! See you around!!!” He turns and rapidly exits the room, disappearing into the hallway. Everyone turns to look at Momo, their eyes wide and interested to see what she’ll do next.

To everyone’s surprise, she bursts out laughing. Her mirth is infectious, and before long the entire room is giggling and guffawing, all tension of the room broken. Classes A and B are hanging out and having the time of their young lives together, it definitely feels as if new bonds have been formed.

After a few minutes, the laughter dies down. Kendo runs after Awase and returns a few minutes later with him clutched in her big fist. He looks abashed, but he’s laughing too.

Momo rejoins Todoroki and Tokoyami on the sidelines, and you watch the group of them warily for a moment. Momo is blushing like crazy, though, so you feel its safe to assume that her affections lie with the Class B Awase, not with your sweet Shoto Todoroki. Awase walks over to join their conversation, and after a few moments of chatting, its clear the tension between them has broken. Chatter breaks out amongst the rest of your classmates, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as Shoto smiles, happy to be included and making friends.

You try to shake your jealous insecurities from your body – after all, Shoto deserves all the friends. He deserves comfort and love from all areas of his life. You realize that you can’t be the only source of affection he receives – he’s a full person, not some romance novel character simply created for the protagonist’s need fulfillment and sexual fantasies.

You let yourself come back down to Earth, and out of your head. You listen in on the chatter surrounding you  -

“Kendo – do you think we can train together sometime? You have some really awesome moves with your quirk!” Ojiro asks the Class B rep, and Sero chimes in as well: “Yeah, I’d love to spar with you and see Big Fist in action!” Kendo smiles at the compliment and makes a promise to reserve gym time together in the coming weeks.

Nearby, Tetsutetsu and Kirishima are chatting animatedly about their favorite chivalrous heroes. “Have you seen this interview of Crimson Riot from the ‘90s!?” Kirishima taps his phone to hastily pull up an old video on the web. “This has got to be my favorite video of him in his classic costume.” Tetsutetsu and Honenuki crowd around his shoulder to watch, even Setsuna glances over with interest.

Across from you in the circle, Shinsou and Monoma sit talking softly to each other. Shinsou still has an arm around Nieto, the blonde leaning gratefully into his side and basking in the attention. He cracks a quiet joke that brings a smile to Shinsou’s lips, his eyes crinkling in response.

You take it all in – the joy, the laughter. You’ve got a glowy feeling bubbling up in your chest. This is why you all threw the party. This is certainly a night to be remembered. Everyone is happy and bubbly and bonding. You try to take a snapshot of the scene in your mind. It really doesn’t get any better than this, does it?

“Hey, Y/N – are you good?” Toru reaches over and shakes your shoulder, pulling you from your sappy reflection.

“Oh, yeah.” You say, refocusing on your friend next to you. “Just got lost in it all for a sec. I forgot how good a party could be.”

You feel Toru radiate happiness as well – you don’t need to be able to see her expression to know that she’s on Cloud 9. “I know what you mean. It’s really nice to hangout like normal teenagers, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Hmm. Normal. You’ve never really thought about it that way. Toru’s got a point – going to the top hero school in the country has certainly come with its sacrifices.

You’re truly not like normal Japanese teens – its rare that you get a night like this to just hang out and be silly. To flirt with classmates and get to know people outside of training and studying. You look around you – how many of these people do you truly know? If you weren’t all constantly cramming and training 24/7, what hobbies would your classmates have taken up? How would they choose to spend free time?

Training to be a hero is a just cause, a task worthy of sacrifice. But you’ve gotta wonder…throwing yourselves fully into this lifestyle so early in your lives at such a crucial time of social and emotional development…how good can that truly be in the long run? Will you all develop into well-rounded, emotionally adjusted humans? Or will you be at a disadvantage in regular society because you spent all of your youth on training and hero-work? It’s an interesting idea worth more exploration – you wonder what Shoto would think of it all. You make a mental note to ask him for his opinion later on.

“I wish we could do stuff like this more often.” Toru sighs, resting her invisible chin on an equally invisible palm. “It would be nice to get to know everyone as people, not as heroes-in-training.”

“It’s like you read my mind.” You laugh, throwing your arm around Toru and pulling her close. “I’m glad we threw this party. And I’m glad we’re friends.” You see your friend shimmer in the light next to you, her joy manifesting in her quirk’s light refraction.

“Me too, I’m glad we became BFFs!” She leans into you and whispers “Also I’m glad that Ojiro has such defined biceps…because honestly wow.”

You laugh at this, trying to see if you can get a good look at Ojiro’s arms from your seating position. Unfortunately, his arms are covered with thick sweater sleeves, so you’ll have to trust your friend on this.

“I’ll take your word for it.” You say under your breath as you check your watch before turning towards Mina. “Sato said the sweets should be ready about now.” Mina nods and looks off to the kitchen where a few of your classmates are bustling around baking goodies for the rest of the group.

“Alright, let’s do one more spin before we take a snack break!” Mina calls out over the crowd, her voice cutting through the bubble of conversations like a knife through butter. “We need more Class B representation…Honenuki, why don’t you come up?”

The crowd around you quiets and everyone’s eyes land on Juzo, waiting for him to step up to the plate and spin.

“Heh, alright.” Honenuki clicks his teeth and gets to his feet, chill as ever. He strides two long steps towards your group where he accepts the empty bottle from Mina’s protective grasp. He catches your eye and winks before turning back towards the center of the circle. Your stomach does a weird little jump in response to the gesture. Once again, you acknowledge to yourself that you enjoy the flirtatious attention. You imagine what it would be like to meet Shoto’s eyes across the room and for him to wink at you like that. Your secret love affair would no doubt boil the air between you.

You refocus on the game at hand – Honenuki stands at the center of the room. He’s wearing a floral button down with light wash jeans that hug his legs in a pleasing way. For the second time that night, you note that he’s definitely attractive, and his chill vibe seems to put everyone around him at ease. If all the attention is making him nervous, he doesn’t show it.

He places the bottle on the ground and gives it a slow, leisurely spin. The glass rotates slowly across the floor a few times, everyone eagerly looking on. After a moment of slow rotation, the bottle rolls to a stop and it’s pointing…straight at you. 

Honenuki turns to face you, his wide-eyed look of shock mirrors your own.

“Ooo, looks like you gotta kiss Y/N!” Mina squeals out, grabbing your arms and hauling you to your feet.

“Wha-?” You ask, clearly stunned as everyone’s eyes focus on you. You turn to look quickly from Mina to Juzo. The sudden shift of everyone’s attention to you is over-stimulating and your brain feels like it might short circuit.

“You’re up, Y/N!” Mina whispers as she pushes you towards Honenuki. “It’s all you!” You stumble forward and try to ignore the giggles around you. Class B has started up a chant of “Juzo! Juzo! Juzo!”

Honenuki’s pale cheeks darken under all the attention, but when you look up to meet his eyes again you notice that they crinkle in the corners. He can’t quite grin with his mouth, but with a pang of warmth you realize that he smiles with his eyes. He meets you in the middle, taking a small step towards you.

Every nerve in your body feels alive. You don’t like the way that everyone is staring at you and Honenuki, waiting for the two of you to act. A part of your overwhelmed brain wonders vaguely if Shoto is watching. Will he step in here? Will he say something to stop this from happening? Will he claim you as his own before the combined audience of Classes A and B!?

“You know, I was really hoping it would be you.” He says softly. You’re fairly certain you’re the only one who hears the sweet words underneath all of the chanting.

“Oh! Really?” You say breathlessly. Your classmates start to shush each other as they try to listen to your conversation. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Shoto staring at you, mouth agape as he watches Honenuki take a step closer to you.

Juzo’s wide eyes look down at you, his gaze warm. “I’m not the best person for this game. I’m not really built for kissing.” He laughs, pointing at his face. The florescent light glints across his bright teeth.

“That’s alright.” You say, unsure of what to do next. Juzo takes another step towards you until his face is just a breath away from your own. He smells like the clean dorm soap, as if he’s just had a shower.

“Despite the fact that I don’t have lips, I have always wanted to try. Do you mind?” His words are so gentle, so vulnerable. You look up into his large grey eyes and nod, giving him the go-ahead to move forward. You feel Shoto’s hot gaze burning into the back of your head, but there’s nothing to be done about that right now. You can’t reject Honenuki – not here, not in front of the entirety of the Hero Course. Not when he’s being so sweet and open.

You try not to feel guilty as you lean towards Honenuki. Besides, Shoto participated in the game too, hadn’t he!? He’s already kissed that strange girl from the Support Course, so what right does he have to be upset about this whole thing?

There’s another guilty thought nagging at you as well…you feel bad for how much you’re enjoying Honenuki’s intimate attention. It’s wrong, isn’t it? Are you leading him on now that you’ve realized he’s flirting with you? Should you put a stop to this and expose your situationship with Shoto to the entire room to show Todoroki that your heart and body are loyal to him alone? The thoughts and feelings are all much too complex to sort through quickly, so you decide to just go along with the game and let Honenuki kiss you. You can do damage control and figure out your feelings later.

Juzo reaches one hand down to rest on your side, his fingers spread gently against the curve of your hip. The delicate touch is almost intimate, and his closeness is making your head foggy. He brings his other hand up into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he leans down to bring his face to your cheek. You feel his smooth, cool teeth make brief contact with the side of your face. You can’t wrap your head around how he manages to make the “kiss” so tender, so sweet. After the brief contact, he pulls away to look at you.

“Was that okay?” He breathes, nervous for your answer. You respond by shifting so that you can give him a kiss of your own (it’s only fair). You bring your plush lips to his cheek in turn, planting a soft smooch on his pale face.

The joint classes cheer and clap as you pull away. Honenuki is blushing a sweet strawberry hue as you pull your face away from him. His eyes are sparkling with an emotion that you can’t quite place. He squeezes his fingers lightly on your hip before releasing you.

“Thank you.” He says to you kindly before turning to sit back with his classmates.

You feel a tingle of butterflies in you stomach from the gentle, focused attention Honenuki gave you. But at the same time…Honenuki’s sweet kiss doesn’t make you feel quite the way that Shoto’s kisses do. You turn and search for Shoto in the crowd. Your heart sinks down into your stomach when you can’t find him.

“Alright, everyone! Cake time!” Mina claps her hands and everyone gets to their feet, breaking the circle. The group starts to move towards the kitchen area where Sato has whipped up an amazing array of baked treats. The scent of baked chocolate wafts into the room enticingly, but you feel sick to your stomach as you search the crowd unsuccessfully for your icy-hot hookup.

You loiter behind, needing a moment to collect yourself after your very public romantic interaction with one of Class B’s top students. You watch as members of Class A and B joke and laugh together on their way towards the scent of Sato’s delicious sweets. You turn away from the commotion, hoping the redness in your cheeks has started to disappear.

You hear quiet footsteps come up behind you and for a moment, you fear that it’s Honenuki. You have so many mixed emotions you’re not sure what you’ll say to him.

“Y/N.” Shoto’s soft, steady voice breaks through over the chatter. You spin around in surprise and all but crash into his solid chest.

“Shoto, I - ” He cuts you off with a short hand gesture.

“Mind if we talk?” He asks quietly, glancing around to make sure you aren’t overheard. You nod weakly and follow him into the hallway outside the common area. “This is a bit more private.”

You lean against the wall and wrap your arms around yourself, shivering with discomfort. You’re not really sure what to do or say. What just happened between you and Honenuki, between Shoto and that girl…did that technically count as cheating? What you and Shoto had together…it wasn’t truly a relationship, was it?

Shoto turns to look at you, and you take in his face with shock. His features are screwed up as if he might cry – his eyebrows are dipped down and he’s biting his lip. You’ve never seen an expression like this on his typically unreadable face.

“Shoto – what’s wrong!?” You reach up to touch his beautiful face and he flinches as the contact. You keep your hand steady as it cups his cheek.

“What just happened…I think I’m having a complicated mix of emotions.” He says uncertainly, finally leaning into your touch. “I don’t know how to process it all.”

“Okay. Yeah, me too.” You say almost breathlessly, dropping your hand to your side. “Let’s talk it through.”

There’s a pause, neither of you know quite what to say. You stare at each other mutely. Shoto’s still chewing on his lip anxiously, a habit you’ve never noticed before. Finally, he takes a deep breath and decides to speak.

“You kissed Honenuki. And I didn’t like it.” He says simply. Your stomach drops.

“Okay…when you say you didn’t like it – what does that mean? Can you identify what you were feeling in that moment, and what you’re feeling now?” You prompt, needing more context. Shoto thinks on this for a moment.

“I felt jealous and a little angry. Maybe the feeling is…possessive? But I don’t know if it’s right for me to be feeling that way. I don’t own you, I don’t have sole possession of your time or the right to your body. We never discussed any sort of commitment to each other.” He pauses for a shaky breath. “And right now I feel…still a bit angry, but mostly sad and disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

“Yes…I thought that maybe the way that we touched each other…I was hoping that kissing and touching would just be for the two of us. Then I saw the way he looked at you, how he touched you so gently. It looked like it came so naturally to him. And for me…well, I’m awkward. I know I can be…” He trails off, searching for the right words. He makes a strange, tight-lipped face when he finally says: “Emotionally stunted and inexperienced.” The phrase sounds unnatural on his tongue, and your eyes widen in surprise. It’s clear that he got this language from someone else – it just doesn’t sound like something Shoto would say. You roll the words over and over in your brain as he continues to speak.

He still can’t make eye contact with you as words tumble from his sweet mouth. “I just keep thinking…that if you would rather pursue Honenuki physically, romantically…then I need to step aside.”

“What!?”  You hiss out, completely dumbfounded by this dramatic confession. Shoto is spilling his guts here in the hallway and you have no idea what to say to any of it. Finally, his mismatched eyes meet your own – they’re filled with sadness. In this moment, he looks impossibly young and unsure.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, hoping to regulate your nervous system a bit before you dive in. You’re not sure how to work at this complicated knot of thoughts that Shoto has just word-vomited out into the hallway. You try to remember the basic de-escalation skills you’ve learned in class. Miss Midnight had once advised the class that in certain situations, the best approach to supporting someone is to reassure them and make them feel safe before getting to the heart of a problem. You decide to go that route.

“Shoto.” You say softly, trying to keep your voice even and warm. “Thank you for sharing these thoughts with me. I appreciate that you feel you can be open with me about these things. The first thing I want you to know here is that I care about you and I want us to talk through this the best we can.” At your words, you see Shoto visibly relax, his shoulders softening at your gentle tone of voice.

“I’m going to be honest, I’m figuring this out as I go. I don’t have all the answers and I’m not sure how to talk about some of these things with you – but let’s try our best to communicate together here. Alright?” Your brain is moving a million miles per hour, but you take another deep breath to calm it. You pretend you’re in an emergency situation and that Shoto is the victim of a natural disaster. You need to calm him. You need to listen to him. You want him to listen to you. It’s okay not to know everything; you just need to make sure he feels seen and heard. “Now I want you to take a deep breath with me.”

“Alright, Y/N.” Shoto says, matching your breathing to take a slow, rumbling breath. You deep breathe for thirty seconds, maintaining eye contact with Shoto. You put a hand over your heart and monitor your heart rate as you breathe, and watch as he mirrors you. You feel yourself getting calmer with each passing breath – and you hope that Shoto feels similarly.

You remind yourself that Shoto has an incredible amount of trauma from his childhood that you don’t know about. You’re guessing that he never learned to properly regulate his emotions the way that you had growing up. You were lucky enough to have parents who took the time to teach you how to process feelings and situations. You are quickly realizing that Shoto never had this as a kid – his father likely forced him to be malleable. As a result, Shoto tends to respond much more reactively to high stress situations. You may just be a teenager, but you have a few regulating tools that you can share with Shoto to help him cope. You make a mental note to suggest therapy to him some point in the near future.

“Shoto. I want you to know that I am a safe person to talk about feelings with. I’m going to try my best to be calm and even keeled if we need to work through difficult emotions. I know I kind of blew up at you when I thought you were romantically interested with Momo, but from now on I’ll put effort into giving you the benefit of the doubt and addressing things straight forwardly.” You pause to let him digest this. You try to filter all your thoughts into simple language. “I’m having a lot of feelings right now, too. I don’t want us to be afraid of talking to each other like this. I think we can really help each other process by talking things through. Are you up for that?”

Shoto continues to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath his cute navy sweater. He nods. You wonder if stress makes him less verbal.

“To start, I do not think that you are “emotionally stunted.” We’re teen

agers, so of course we’re going to be inexperienced with things. We’re still figuring it all out! But there’s certainly nothing about you that’s “stunted.” For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been very in tune with emotions and are extremely kind and empathetic. I’ve never heard you use that turn of phrase before – did someone else say that about you?”

“Oh.” Shoto looks away, avoiding your confused gaze. You get the feeling that he regrets speaking the phrase ‘emotionally stunted’ aloud. “Natsuo said it when I visited home recently.”

You feel a pang of anger deep in your gut. Why can Shoto’s family be so callous?

“Why did he say it?” You force yourself to keep your tone even.

“Mm.” Shoto hums uneasily, searching for the right words to explain what had happened. “We were having dinner and he was arguing with my dad. He was blaming him for a bunch of things that had happened growing up. He said “the way you treated us as kids is the reason why I’m so angry all the time, Fuyumi is such a people pleaser and Shoto is emotionally stunted. You’ve ruined our lives.”

“Oh. Oh my goodness. Shoto.” There’s no way you could have anticipated this sad fucking trauma dump and you aren’t quite sure what to say. You try to remember if Miss Midnight had given you any other good advice on talking with trauma victims. You recall her telling you to ask gentle questions to better understand, if the person seemed like they wanted to talk. “How did that make you feel?”

Shoto looks very uncomfortable as he thinks through his next words. He shifts from foot to foot anxiously. “It made me feel stupid, Y/N. Like everyone else knows how to approach social situations except for me. Like I’m just a clueless idiot.”

“Shoto. Shoto, you’re not an idiot. Not at all.” You mumble, running a hand through your hair in frustration on Shoto’s behalf. “What Natsuo said isn’t right. And it’s definitely not true. I think that you just tend to be more private with your emotions. And that’s perfectly alright. Over the past few weeks you’ve been emotionally vulnerable with me plenty of times.”

Shoto chews on this for a moment, really letting your words roll around in that interesting brain of his. “You really think that, Y/N? You’re not just trying to make me feel better, are you?”

“Shoto. I promise you I will never lie to you. I respect you and value your friendship too much for that. I swear you are not emotionally stunted. It sounds like Natsuo is having his own issues and decided to unnecessarily shit on you and the rest of your family to upset your dad.”

“I didn’t think of it that way.” Shoto says, breathing out a deep sigh of tension. “He was really angry at dad that day.”

“It sounds like he’ll say just about anything to get under your dad’s skin. And he didn’t just pick on you – he talked some smack about your sister as well. Do you think Fuyumi is a ‘people pleaser?’”

“No. She’s kind and independent and she takes care of us all the best she can since mom went to the hospital. I have never thought of her as a people pleaser.” Shoto says almost instantly.

“So if Natsuo is wrong about Fuyumi, then he’s likely also wrong about you. Right?” You try to help him make the connection.

“You’re right.” Shoto huffs out another deep breath and rolls out his shoulders stiffly. “I’ll need to think more about this.”

You nod quietly in confirmation. You can’t even imagine how much family and childhood trauma Shoto has buried that he needs to process. From what Shoto has told you and implied with stories about his past, this comment from Natsuo is likely only the tip of the iceberg of Todoroki family drama. You decide to divert his attention away from family issues so he doesn’t get stuck in an anxiety loop about it.

“And here’s another thing I want you to get through your mind – I don’t want you to ‘step aside’ for Honenuki.” You take a step closer to him, crowding his space. In typical Shoto Todoroki fashion, he does not move to step back. He just stares down at you questioningly. “I want you. Romantically. Emotionally. Physically. I don’t want Juzo Honenuki the way that I want you.” You say, vehemently.

Shoto raises his hand as if he’s going to caress your cheek – his hand hovers mere centimeters away from your soft skin before he drops it back to his side limply. You mourn the loss of the almost-contact with a light ache in your chest.

“But what about the way he kissed you?” Shoto has this wrecked look on his face as he says this, it’s as if you are a complete mystery to him. “It looked like…it meant something.”

You think about this for a moment, trying to figure out the right words for Shoto.

“I think that I liked the kiss in a way – but probably not the way you think! I liked having the attention the kiss gave me. It was nice to have a public display of affection like that…and also the way that Honenuki focused so much energy on me in just a few seconds, it was definitely thrilling. But I suppose that’s the entire point of Spin The Bottle – it adds a layer of intensity onto everything. All in all, I think he’s nice. But it’s not quite the same as when I kiss you.”

At these words, you see Shoto visibly relax. His shoulders seem to become a little less tense.

“Plus, he’s not a member of the Squirtle Squad.” You add, smiling. Shoto snorts lightly through his nose at the joke.

He’s quiet for a beat before he asks you a question you aren’t expecting: “Is this how you felt when you thought that I was hooking up with Momo? That’s why you were so angry, wasn’t it?” Shoto says slowly, realization dawning on him. “I have been very confused about that, but I think now I understand.”

You exhale loudly, still embarrassed about the whole Momo debacle. “Yeah, admittedly I massively overreacted to that whole situation. I was just having so many feelings and I thought what has been happening between us is too good to be true. And so when I thought there was even the slightest chance that you were hooking up with Momo…well, I got jealous. And possessive. And that’s not fair to either of us. You were open with me from the start and I let my insecurities get in the way of the truth.” Now you’re spilling your guts right outside the biggest party of the century. You hope to God that no one walks by and overhears the two of you.

“Ah…so this feeling I’m having – it might be insecurity?” Shoto says thoughtfully. He bites his lip and you can see the wheels turning in his brain as he pieces it all together.

“It could be! It sounds like you’re having a big combination of emotions right now, and you might need some time to sort through it all. But that’s totally fine! You can take all the time you need to figure out your feelings.” You say warmly, and Shoto’s face finally relaxes into a soft smile. He appreciates the guidance, and the permission to just feel.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Shoto says gently. “You know…I’m always impressed at your ability to approach difficult situations with thoughtfulness and kindness. That’s why I like you so much. You’re going to be such a great hero.” You glow at the words. You feel your cheeks heating up as he stares at you with that intense eye contact of his. You notice for the first time that his grey eye has flecks of hazel around the iris.

You break the eye contact, looking at your shoes as you share your next thoughts. “Listen, Shoto…at the expense of being a bit mean to Honenuki…he wasn’t nearly as good a kisser as you.” You say, holding your hand out for Shoto to take. He gratefully accepts, slipping his fingers into yours and interlocking them. It feels good to finally touch him. All night, he’s been just out of reach. His fingers are warm and comforting as they press into your own. “He didn’t really ‘do; it for me, you know? Also, this is called waffling.” You can’t help but snort out, enjoying the confusion on Shoto’s face. You nod your head at your joined hands.

“…waffling?” He says weakly, looking at your interlaced fingers with wary interest.

“Yeah, because our fingers are crisscrossed together, kinda like how a waffle looks? Oh never mind.” You shake your head with a grin, making a mental note to show Shoto a picture of an American style waffle later on Google so you can explain more in depth.

“I feel like I learn something new from you every time we talk.” Shoto tilts his head to the side, doglike, as he considers your interlaced fingers. “I grew up with little to no exposure to pop culture, and so I feel like I’m missing a decent amount of context for modern romantic practices.”

“Shoto. My dude. What are ‘modern romantic practices?’ You can just say dating.” You say mockingly, but he knows you don’t mean it. He cracks a smile, and the butterflies in your stomach rejoice at the flash of bright Todoroki teeth. You squeeze his hand softly and then recall that you have feelings to work through as well. Since you’re both being so vulnerable and share-y, you’ve got plenty of questions to fire back at Shoto. “Hey – can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He squeezes your hand back lightly.

“How did you feel kissing Fujita?”

An embarrassed sort of look crosses over his features – he subconsciously wrinkles his nose in discomfort.

“Is that the name of the girl from General Studies? Shinsou’s old classmate?”

“Yes. She’s very nice – I got to hang out with her before the party. Apparently she’s friendly with Mina.” You say, trying to speak kindly of a girl who very well could be your romantic rival in the quest for Shoto Todoroki’s dick.

“Oh. I didn’t even think to ask her name.” Shoto says in surprise. “That’s rude of me, isn’t it?”

“It all happened so quickly, I’m sure she wasn’t insulted by you forgetting to ask her name.” You try to sound casual, but you’re bouncing a bit on your feet. You’re nervous about what he might say about the kiss.

“Were you jealous, Y/N? The way you were jealous when you thought I was seeing Momo in a romantic context?” There’s a teasing smile pulling at the edge of his lips, but he has the decency to bite it back.

“Um, well, of course I was jealous when you kissed someone else! But I also know that it was just a game, and so I didn’t let it bother me so deeply.” You think back to the gentle way he had kissed the young woman’s cheek. “I was most envious of the fact that you were able to kiss her out in the open, in front of all our friends. Nothing was hidden. She was allowed to gush about it with the other girls, and it wasn’t a big secret. I wish…” You trail off, flapping your free arm in exasperation.

“Y/N. That kiss meant nothing to me.” The sentence tumbles from his lips before he can even think. He squeezes your hand harder this time and holds your gaze. “I was embarrassed that I was put on the spot like that. Everything happened so fast and I didn’t feel like I could say no. I wish I could have said no.”

“Oh.” You say, a sinking feeling in your chest. “Shoto, you should absolutely not have felt forced to participate. It was meant to be a fun game to bring everyone together and to be silly. I’m so, so sorry you essentially felt forced into it.”

“It felt like my brain wasn’t working quickly enough. Mina was just talking so fast, and everyone was looking at me. I was trying to keep a cool head but I was overwhelmed by all the eyes staring at me.”

You are going to need to have a talk with Mina about this, you have a feeling not everyone else was thrilled and comfortable with their role in the game. Shoto was likely not the only one feeling so distraught right now.

Shoto’s eyes roam the wall above your head as he thinks out loud. “How am I going to be a hero if I can’t make quick decisions under pressure?”

“Oh my goodness, Shoto! You can’t think like that!” You’re a little startled at how rattled he seems to be about this whole thing.

“Sometimes I don’t understand things as quickly as everyone else. I feel like I’m always a little behind socially.” He admits, eyes still dodging your own. “And at this point, I’m not sure if I’ll ever catch up. My Dad always says so, at least.”

“Shoto.” You reach out and grab his hand in an attempt to ground him. He’s clearly in an anxiety spiral downwards. “Shoto listen to me – everyone learns and grows at their own pace. Like I said earlier…we’re teenagers and we’re just figuring things out! It’s alright if you don’t understand every social situation right away. Being a hero is about having your heart in the right place and having quick reaction time in battle. You have both of those things in spades. As for the social awareness – well as a hero you’ll have a PR rep who can take care of all that. And as a hero-in-training, you have me.” You smile up at him. “You can always ask me for my perspective on a situation. And I can try to step in next time something gets too overwhelming – I can be your social buffer!”

His stormy expression seems to soften a bit and he finally meets your gaze. “You’d do that?”

“Of course!” You say resolutely. “And like I said – a hero is defined by their true heart and their willingness to jump into action to help people in trouble. Your heroism isn’t measured by your inability to resist peer pressure in high school.”

“Well when you say it like that…” Shoto shrugs, clearly feeling a little silly for his intense reaction to the spin the bottle debacle. “Maybe I’m overthinking this. I have a lot to process about tonight.”

“Yeah. Agreed.” You say, relieved that the two of you are figuring it out. But still…you need to be absolutely certain that you’re on the same page about everything.

“So you’re saying you didn’t have any feelings while kissing Fujita?” You ask slowly, trying not to seem too upset by the whole thing. After all, Shoto had admitted to feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to participate in the crazy game the first place.

“Oh. Well…she was kind of cute, I guess. But I didn’t really feel anything when I kissed her face.” He thinks for a moment. “It wasn’t like when we kissed for the first time. The first time our lips met, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like I needed more of you as quickly as possible or I would explode.” You feel your cheeks heat up a bit at these words.

He continues, “That’s really my only baseline for this sort of thing. So similar to you and Honenuki – it was a pleasant experience, but it didn’t really “do” it for me.” He smiles as he meets your eyes. He squeezes your hand yet again, a secret language you’re creating together. He’s trying to convey that he feels comfortable physically this way only with you.

“So it seems that we both feel similarly about the whole experience.” You say, giving his hand a squeeze back.

“That does appear to be the case.” Shoto agrees. “And it seems like we are both very attracted to each other.” He steps closer to you, getting into your personal space.

“Mmhmm.” You say distantly, looking up into his sparkling mismatched eyes as he leans down to capture your lips with his own. A spark ignites in your chest as your mouths connect and it feels so goddamn right. You drop Shoto’s hand so that you can wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. You need him so badly you wish you could pull him into you somehow, for your bodies to meld and become one being.

Voices down the hall cause you to jump apart. You stare at each other with wide eyes – this is bad. If anyone sees the two of you together, your cover will be absolutely blown. It’s one thing to be seen kissing during Spin the Bottle, it’s another thing to get caught canoodling together in secret. Mr. Aizawa’s whole “no relationships” policy reverberates in your head. If someone were to see you and Shoto and start a rumor about the two of you being together…well, it was only a matter of time before your teacher catches wind of it and puts a swift end to your sexual exploration of Shoto Todoroki.

“Quick. Hide.” Shoto hisses under his breath, as the voices grow nearer. You look at him blankly, a proverbial deer in the headlights. There’s nowhere to hide – you’re in a damn hallway!

Shoto rapidly looks left and then right, searching for a way out. The hall is much too long and neither of you lives on this floor – by the time you manage to get to the end of the hall to the staircase, you would already be caught together. Despite this, Shoto grabs your hand and pulls you down the hall in the direction of the stairs. He stops in front of a door and wrenches it open, roughly pushing you inside. You yelp in surprise as you trip over something and almost fall to the ground. Shoto scoops you up in his strong hero arms and closes the door behind you both with a soft thud.

You try to take in your surroundings, but the room is dim and crowded with shadowy objects. It takes you a moment to piece together where you are.

“Oh my God – this is the janitorial closet. I didn’t even think to hide here.” You breathe out, realizing that you had just tripped over a mop. Shoto nods and presses against you in the small space, his tense body imploring you to keep quiet.

The voices get louder, and you realize that its Kirishima and Mina discussing something heatedly.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Eijiro says roughly. “In front of everyone. Mina, that was really shitty of you.”

“Well excuse me – weren’t you saying just last week that you wanted to kiss me? You wrote me that little note and everything. ‘Oh Mina, I think about your lips every day.’ Or some poetic shit like that. I didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.” Your pink friend shoots back defensively, her tone scalding hot.

“Mina…Mina I’ve been wanting to kiss you so damn badly. But not like that. Not in front of all our friends and classmates.” Eijiro says in a deflated sort of tone, the fight seeping out of him. “That wasn’t how I pictured our first kiss going.”

“Oh, so you’re embarrassed by me? Well you can fuck all the way off then.” Mina says almost shrilly, completely missing the point Kirishima is trying to make.

“Really, Mina? You really mean that? You’re acting like you don’t know me at all.” Eijiro sounds heartbroken, yet angry. “Fine. Enjoy the rest of the lame party – I’m going to bed.”

“Eijiro – wait.” Mina says, her tone panicky. She clearly wasn’t expecting things to go this way.

“No. I need some time alone.” He says soundly, adding: “I need you to respect my personal space for once.” His tone is cold as ice. He stomps off down the hall to return to his room, clearly finished with the conversation. You can just picture Mina looking after him, crestfallen.

You hear let out a loud Mina groan of frustration. She lands a hard kick on the janitor closet door and you nearly jump out of your skin at the unexpected bang! After a moment, you hear her footsteps headed back down the hall and towards the party.

Your heart sinks a bit. Mina has been mooning over Kirishima for a while now, and you know that this confrontation is likely to crush her boisterous spirit. However, you think that if Kirishima was uncomfortable with the kiss, he has the right to air his grievances. After all, hadn’t the teachers been trying to teach you all about the importance of consent in relationships? You chew on your lip, not sure how to feel about the situation. Mina had certainly pushed things a bit too far for certain classmates with her exuberant approach to Spin the Bottle. She is definitely going to need to learn to have a bit more empathy and situational awareness when it comes to handling crowds as a Pro Hero – not everyone appreciates being told what to do.

“I should go after her.” You whisper to Shoto, who’s still holding you securely to his chest.

 “This seems like a private matter between Kirishima and Aishido. She sounds angry and may want to be left alone. Plus…how would you explain how you overheard them arguing?” He has a good point there – you’re not sure how you would explain to your friend that you were ease dropping on her from inside of the janitor’s closet. “I think you need to give her a couple of minutes to sit with this.”

“And when did you become so great at reading social interactions?” You say, half teasingly. “Weren’t you just telling me you weren’t great at things like this?”

You can picture Shoto’s bright smile in the dark. “I just know that if I were in either of their shoes, I would need some time alone to process my thoughts and feelings. And I’m fairly unhappy on Kirishima’s behalf. It seems like everyone could use some time to cool off.”

“Ugh…you’re right, Shoto. I know you’re right.” You try to put yourself in Mina’s shoes as well. You bet she’s feeling pretty embarrassed right now and likely needs a hot minute.

“I think maybe I need to get better at sorting through my feelings.” Shoto says thoughtfully. “I appreciate the way you are able to guide me through processing how I feel, but I would like to get to a point where I can do that on my own. The better I become at managing my emotions and feelings, the less likely I’ll be to lash out at people the way my father does.”

In response, you reach up and caress his soft face. Now that you’re alone, he easily leans into the touch in a way that’s heartbreakingly sweet. He lets you run your hand through his bangs and into his hair, touching him so gently that he lets out a soft sigh of contentment at the contact. You almost forgot what a sucker he is for a light touch.

“You, Shoto Todoroki, are a good person.” You say as you continue to comb your fingers through his soft hair. “You are not your father. You are soft and sweet and strong.” He closes his eyes, focusing on your voice and your gentle touch in the dark. “You are good.”

His eyes flutter closed and he leans into your touch. He breathes slowly and deeply, you can tell he’s savoring this time with you. You try to commit this moment to memory – the smooth curve of his cheek, the steady beat of his breathing, the way his long lashes flutter as he opens his mismatched eyes to look at you.

“Thank you.” He breathes, turning his head so he can plant a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. “Thank you.” He says again more quietly, bringing his hand up to cover your own as he presses his lips to the pulse point of your wrist.

You stand like that for a bit, breathing together in the thick darkness of the janitor closet. With a thrill, you realize how trope-y it is to be alone with a hot guy in a closet during a big illegal party. You feel like you’re in a high school romcom or something. Based on what he says next, Shoto seems to be having the same train of thought.

“I like it when you remind me that I’m a good person, and that I’ll be a good hero. Your confidence – it gives me so much strength.” Shoto pauses and interlaces his hand with your own, bringing your waffling hands down to rest at your hip.

“You know…” Shoto says slyly, eyes wide and endless as he throws you a hot gaze. “I like being good. But being locked in this closet with you, while all of our friends are just a few feet away…well, I’d kind of like to be a little bad for a moment.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“What do you mean?” You ask, surprised at the sudden shift in his tone.

“Let me show you.” He says, his voice dropping lower as he drops your hand and moves to reposition you both.

He easily spins you around so that your back is now against his chest. He places his hands on your hips – and it’s not the gentle way Honenuki had held your hips earlier. No, Shoto is being rough on purpose. This is a side you’ve never seen of him before. And goddamn you love it. Your pussy comes to life at the motion. You make a mental note to invest in more panties – Shoto is really giving your underwear drawer a run for its money today.

Todoroki’s fingers hold you in a grip that’s almost bruising as he presses against you. He slowly kisses a trail up the back of your neck before sliding his hands up over your top. He reaches your breasts and begins to knead them lightly over the fabric of your shirt and bra. You groan at the unexpected sensual contact, feeling a spark flare in between your legs in response to Shoto’s touches.

“I’m still feeling a little jealous of the way Honenuki was able to kiss you in front of everyone. Would it be alright if I…explored those feelings?” Shoto finds your nipple through your bra and gives it a pert squeeze.

“W-what do you mean?” You practically purr out as he returns his lips to the curve of your neck.

“Let me show you how jealous you made me.” He whispers wetly into your ear, tracing soft circles around your clothed breasts with his fingertips. You feel yourself start to get wet from the simple motion.

“Dude we shouldn’t – there’s no lock on this door.” You try to resist temptation as he continues to plant kisses on your exposed skin. Maybe if you’re stealthy the two of you can sneak up the stairs and into one of your dorm rooms? You’ll need to be careful, though; especially with both Classes A and B all buzzed and hanging out in the dorm building.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ve got it covered.” Shoto says, and you can hear a smile in his voice. He releases a hand from one of your boobs and reaches out to grasp the door handle. In the low light coming in under the doorjamb, you watch as he freezes the doorknob shut, a sheet of ice running across the knob and part of the door. “No one can get in now. No accidental interruptions.”

Okay, you were totally not expecting that.

“Honenuki made you this jealous?” You ask as he wipes a few ice crystals onto his pant leg.

“Yeah. I’m feeling kind of…aggressive? Possessive?” Shoto tries to name the emotions pumping through his veins like fire. “I want to show you that I can give you things that Honenuki can’t.”

“I thought I already made it pretty clear that I like you more than Honenuki, Todoroki.” You tease; he puts his hands on your hips again and pulls you back into him. You can feel him starting to become hard against the smooth curve of your ass. He grinds into you slowly and you gasp at the contact.

“I know, and I’m grateful you’re reminding me. But I still feel an overwhelming need to show you – physically.” He draws you into his arms, his head dropping onto your shoulder. “Would you be up for something new?”

You don’t even need to think. “Yes.” You feel something electric and hot zipping through your veins – what could Shoto possibly have in mind? Despite his claimed feelings of “aggression,” he’s still being so sweet and gentle with his words. You muse that even though Shoto has a flame burning brightly inside of him, this Todoroki is nothing like his father.

“Would you be okay with me…using my teeth a bit? I’d really like to leave a hickey on your skin.” He nuzzles your neck with his nose, causing goose bumps to break out across your body at the touch.

“Y-yeah.” You stutter out, absolute putty in his hands. “Just nothing too big. Make sure it can be easily hidden under my clothing. You know Mr. Aizawa’s rules about hooking up.”

“Now why,” Shoto plants a kiss on your neck. “Would you” another kiss “mention Mr. Aizawa at a time like this?” He’s teasing. Had someone asked you a month ago if Shoto Todoroki was capable of teasing, you would have said absolutely not. But now this beautiful boy is kissing your neck and roasting the hell out of you. Jeez.

“Alright. I’m going to go very slowly, and I’ll do it on your shoulder just to be sure it doesn’t show.” He continues to kiss down your neck and towards your collarbone.

He brings his hand up to your collar so he can move the fabric of your top aside to expose more skin. “Can I take off your shirt? It might make things easier.” He gets back to kissing as he awaits your confirmation.

“Please!” Is all you manage to choke out as you feel his tongue run across your clavicle. He drops his hands down to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulls it upwards, the soft fabric flowing against your sensitive skin like a river. You raise your arms up above your head and he guides the top up and over your head, your hair becoming staticky as he goes.

“Much better.” He breathes as he carefully places the shirt on a nearby shelf of cleaning supplies.

You stand there in your bra and shiver as the cool air hits the bare skin of your stomach. “Oh no, you’re cold.” Shoto brings his hot hand down to rest on your belly and modulates his temperature with his quirk, slowly warming you up. Satisfied with your body temperature, he resumes kissing across your shoulder. He uses the colder of his hands to lightly pull your bra strap down your shoulder so he has better access to your smooth skin.

“Alright, you ready?” He asks calmly, tracing over your collarbone with his cold finger. You shiver, this time with anticipation.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Shoto ghosts the edge of his teeth across the length of your shoulder before choosing a spot close to your neck.

“Holy Fuck, Shoto.” You hiss out and you can feel him smile against your shoulder as he sinks his teeth lightly into your delicate skin and sucks, leaving a tiny mark. He kisses the area repeatedly before sucking on the skin more roughly, ensuring that a small bruise will form. After a few moments more, he runs his tongue soothingly along the hickey. At this point you’re dripping wet with both of your hands holding on to Shoto’s hot arm for dear life.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says, almost smug as he traces an icy finger across his handy work. “What would you like me to do next?”

“Touch me, please.” You whine out, almost desperately. Shoto obliges, bringing both his hands back to your breasts to play with your nipples over your bra.

“Like this?” He asks softly, continuing to kiss and suck along your shoulder.

“I need more!” You throw your head back into his chest, and he runs the palm of his cold hand down your toned stomach. He pauses his hand just above the waistband of your skirt.

“You know…” Shoto breathes thickly as he continues to feel your tummy under his fingertips. “I’ve always been attracted to how muscular you are.” This takes you by surprise.

“Really?” You manage to whisper out, you try to ignore the way that your cunt is throbbing with need between your legs. “Sometimes I convince myself that you’d go for someone more petite and feminine.”

Shoto pauses, drumming his fingers thoughtfully against the smooth expanse of your waist. With each movement of his fingers, you can practically imagine how it would feel to have him repeat the rhythm on your clit.

“Hm. No.” He seems to be deep in thought. “I’m attracted to the way you take care of yourself and train to be a good hero. Sometimes…” He pauses and licks his lips, sounding a bit embarrassed as he says this next part. “Sometimes I get turned on when I see you lifting in the gym. Or when I see you throw one of our classmates across the mat during sparring practice. Your strength is just so…sexy.” He says the last word low with want before he presses a hot kiss to your neck.

“Oh!” You know he’s not intentionally talking dirty to you - but the way he’s praising you and divulging his secret horniness for your strength is so damn hot. You can’t believe you ever wondered if he’d go for a more petite girl like Fujita. The way he’s praising your physique and workout routine is too genuine, too adoring. Too horny.

“You like watching me bench press?” You say cheekily, recalling a moment a few months ago when you had made awkward eye contact with Shoto at the gym. At the time, you’d thought it was just a coincidence – your eyes had accidentally met while you were completing some reps on the bench and he was doing pull ups nearby. But now that he had divulged his attraction to your lifting…

“Yes.” He buries his face in your neck, radiating heat. “The look in your eyes when you bench. Fuck.”

“How hard are you right now, Shoto?” You groan, rolling your ass against him. He makes a noise in the back of his throat in answer to your question. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Unzip your pants – I want to give you a handy.” You start to pull away from him so you can turn around, but he holds you fast in his arms.

“No.” He says soundly, surprising you. You’re certain that most men aren’t quick to turn down a hand job. “I appreciate the offer, but there’s something else I want to do right now. If you’re up for it.”

“Oh yeah?” This whole situation is unexpected – hooking up in a closet during a secret party? Yeah, definitely not on your UA bucket list. You tilt your head so you can look at him more clearly. His eyes are stormy, his hair mussed up just so. He looks so devastatingly hot and needy, you practically cum on the spot.

“I’ve been wondering…” He says quietly, running a finger back and forth on your lower stomach, causing your pussy to quiver in your panties. “What would it feel like to touch you…more intimately?”

“More intimately?” You squeak, and you feel his fingers slide under the elastic waistband of your skirt, tracing gently across the delicate skin of your waist. You feel your pulse quicken as you realize what he’s getting at. He kisses up your neck and you feel his breath in your ear – hot and wet. He traces his fingers across the waistband of your panties now, moving his fingertips in a slow, circular motion. You’re so wet you can barely stand it. It’s not a stretch for your brain and body to imagine how that motion would feel on your bare pussy.

“Ever since you gave me a hand job for the first time…well, I’ve been wanting to return the favor.” Shoto says softly, and your brain feels like its full of static. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? He wants to finger you and get you off?!

Of course, you’ve thought about this scenario before. You’ve gotten off to it about a dozen times – picturing the way that Shoto’s fingers would feel curled up inside of you and pulsing against your most intimate spot. But you’ve never been touched before like that, and to be perfectly honest you weren’t sure how to ask Shoto if he’d be up for it. In your mind, a dick is so much more straightforward. Just jerk at it and eventually you’re likely to get it right, right? Would it take Shoto a while to figure out the complexities of female anatomy? What if he thinks it’s gross how wet you get, or how gooey you feel inside?

You blush at the thought, but your body is so needy for him that you shove all of your insecurities away and lean more into his touch. Clearly he’s wanted to do this for some time. And everyone needs to start somewhere before mastery, so he might as well do it for the first time with you, right?

His fingers flutter just above the hem of your skort, uncertain. You shimmy your hips lightly, encouraging him to go further. He sucks in a breath and moves his fingertips smoothly under your waistband, feeling the gentle pull of the elastic. His movements are confident and precise – you wonder if his actions are partially fueled by his raucous jealousy of Honenuki, because after a moment of playing with your skort’s waistband, he slides his fingers beneath the thin fabric of your panties to explore your pussy.

You groan at the sudden contact – his strong fingers fan gently across your vulva, taking in the feel of it. Experimentally, he traces a single finger between your lips and dips it towards your core.

“You’re so…wet.” He barely breathes out into your ear as he swipes his finger around the lips of your pussy, feeling your slick spread across his fingers. He unintentionally hits your clit and you moan at how good his calloused finger feels against you. He mimics the motion, eliciting another sweet sigh from your lips.

“Oh…does that feel good?” He whispers as he rubs a slow circle around the spot, testing the waters. You nod breathlessly as you enjoy the way he’s playing with you. He caresses you like that for a big, letting you really get a feel for his fingers. You groan when he draws his hand away, wanting him to continue on.

He lifts his hand to his mouth and starts sucking on his pointer and index fingers.

“Shoto, what are you - ?” But you shut up as he slips the hand back beneath your skort, his saliva covered finger doing wet loop-di-loops around your clit in a way that makes you see stars. “Jesus – fuck! Shoto! Sho…” You start mumbling nonsense as he pleasures you, drawing a finger down to poke at your entrance.

“Can I…can I go inside?” Shoto whispers thickly, asking for your consent.

“Yes. Yeah. Please.” You’re practically begging. He wastes no time and slowly slips inside you. You’re so wet and turned on that you take his finger into you easily. As he softly pushes a finger into your needy cunt, you can’t help but moan at the light stretch. You’ve never felt so full before. Your pussy clenches around his finger and he gasps at the slight constriction. He starts to slowly thrust his finger in and out of your pussy, letting you enjoy the feel of the smooth penetration.

“I’d like to see Honenuki do this.” He whispers as he finger fucks you softly. You whimper in reply.

“I have something to admit.” You gasp out as he continues to finger you, slowly slipping his pointer finger in and out of your slick entrance and gauging your reaction.

“What?” He says absentmindedly, completely focused on the way your gummy walls squeeze his finger with each light thrust. You wonder if he’s imagining how his cock would feel pushing into your tight heat.

“You know how we used Mineta as a distraction to get Mr. Vlad King away from the party?” You say breathlessly.

“Yeah.” He kisses the side of your neck, wet and open-mouthed.

“Well I promised that in exchange for his help…I’d kiss him.”

Shoto pauses his movements, causing you to moan at the loss of friction. He then shifts his position, leaning so that his back is against the door. He places his free hand on your stomach, his other hand still between your legs. He pushes you forward so you’re almost bent double. He slides his fingers around your swollen clit before slipping back inside your entrance. He adds a second finger, stretching you our and pushing into your core insistently. He starts to thrust his fingers inside you at an almost brutal pace that causes the air to leave your lungs. Your ass bounces relentlessly against his clothed cock as he works at you.

“I’m going to need you to stop.” Thrust. “Kissing.” Thrust. “Other.” Thrust. “People.”

The authority seeping into his voice, paired with his two skillful fingers pushing inside you are too much to bear. If it weren’t for Shoto’s strong hand holding your stomach and anchoring you, your shaking legs would be giving out right now. Your pussy flexes and flutters around his hungry fingers, pushing you over the edge.

“S-Shoto. Shoto! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Please, Y/N.” Shoto groans from somewhere near your shoulder, sounding desperate. “I want to feel you finish around my fingers.”

And that’s literally all it takes.

His needy words bring you to the brink and you try to stifle a moan of satisfaction as you cum on Shoto’s capable fingertips. It’s so delicious and oh so terribly dirty. Your legs continue to shake and your head falls back against Shoto’s steady body as you absolutely lose yourself to your pleasure. You don’t give a fuck if anyone hears you, you’re too far gone as you cry out “Shoto!” over and over, relishing the way his name sounds on your lips. It’s like an oath, a prayer as you ride out your orgasm in this tiny supply closet. You almost forget that mere feet away, the biggest party the UA dorms have ever seen is continuing to rage. You vaguely wonder what your classmates would think if they knew how slutty you are, drunk on the feel of Shoto’s hand in your panties.

Shoto gets a feel for your orgasm and tries to match the pace of your frantic hips – he’s a gentleman, after all. He wants to help you ride it out as long as possible. He lets out a moan of pleasure as you thrust and grind back into him with abandon. The swell of your ass bouncing back against his cock is too much, and you hear Shoto curse under his breath.

When you finally stop thrusting back into his fingers, he takes the hint and slowly slides his hand out from your pants. His fingers are absolutely soaked.

You watch in awe as he brings his hand to his lips without hesitation, sucking for a moment on fingers covered in your slick. “Wow.” She says quietly. “You taste…really good.”

“Jesus Christ Shoto.” You say, shaky legs nearly buckling under the weight of his hotness. He wraps his hand around your waist, holding you steady. He ghosts a kiss across the nape of your neck, your shoulder, wherever he can reach at this odd angle. You stand there in silence until your breathing slows – your back against his chest.

He smells amazing, intoxicating. You don’t think he’s wearing cologne – but he’s covered in this indescribably clean, expensive scent. Your cloudy brain guesses that it’s some kind of fancy shampoo that only old money has access to. You want to bathe in the scent, marinate in it. You try to commit it to your memory.

Shoto’s chest rises and falls in time with your own breathing. It’s gentle and it anchors you to the moment. It makes you long for bed – if only it was the end of the night already. If you could sink to the ground, you could probably fall asleep on the closet’s carpet. You want to tuck yourself into his soft sweater, surrounded by that delicious expensive shampoo scent. He holds you to him, giving no sign that he wants to let go.

When your soul finally finds its way back into your body, you shake your head to clear it a bit.

“Shoto…” You whisper, voice thick and sleepy. “Shoto, can I get you off now baby?”

Shoto smooths his hands over your hips appreciatively. “That’s alright…I, um. I’m fine.”

You blink awake, brain rapidly putting the pieces together. You think back to the way you were insistently rocking your ass against him, the way he had cursed under his breath earlier as he worked you up to your orgasm.

“Holy shit. Shoto did you just…? Oh my god. You came in your pants didn’t you?” You step forward and away from him, and his hands release you easily. You turn to look him up and down, eyes wide.

Shoto meets your eyes, cheeks red with shame. His pants are absolutely ruined – you can see the damp spot where his dick is pressed up against the fabric.

“Touching you like that…it was too much. And the way you were grinding on me. I couldn’t…” You can tell he’s ashamed from the way his voice wavers and dips. He doesn’t even attempt to cover himself, he just lets his arms hang at his sides uselessly.

“Shoto – no. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” You quickly try to reassure him. His eyes are bright with humiliation as he looks down at himself. “You just need to throw those pants into the wash and everything will be good as new.”

Shoto actually chuckles at this, the mood in the tiny closet shifting and instantly becoming lighter.

“Y/N…you’re just so sweet. I can’t even begin to explain to you the things you do to me.” He reaches out and drags you back into his arms. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone in my life.” He squeezes his arms lightly around you, holding you to him. Your hair is soft against his cheek as he snakes up hand to hold the nape of your neck. No one’s ever held you like this, so tenderly.

He exhales softly, his breath warm as it lightly tussles your hair. “We should get back to the party, shouldn’t we?”

“Can we just go clean up and go to bed?” You say, your voice drawling lazily. “We can sneak up to my room and snuggle up with my plushies. We can sleep in tomorrow.”

“That’s tempting.” Shoto presses a kiss to your temple. “But I think that the party crew is going to miss their leader. And I think that Mina could use a friend.”

He’s right. You know he’s right.

“Yeah.” You take a deep breath in. “And Hatsume can’t hold off Mr. King forever. I should check in with her.”

“That crazy support course girl is involved in this?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“That genius crazy support course girl is involved in this.” You amend, laughing quietly. “Let’s get out of here, Shoto.”

He nods and scoots away from you so he can place his hot hand on the frozen doorknob. Steam fills the room as he melts down the ice around the door and you marvel at how much control he has over his quirk.

He cracks open the door to the hall and you both blink uncomfortably in the light that shines into the closet with a brightness that’s almost violent. Shoto pops his head into the hall and quickly comes back inside to huddle up next to you.

“It’s all clear, Y/N. I’m going to head up to my room and change. See you back at the party?”

You nod, suddenly all business. “See you back at the party, Shoto.”

You both dart out into the long empty hall, going your separate ways. You skitter up to your room to change your panties and tame your hair. Shoto veers off towards his dorm to change out of his own pants.

Neither of you notices the pair of sunglasses that lies abandoned on the closet floor.

End of Chapter 8

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Author's Notes:

Okay hey fam!

How we doin'!? I hope it was worth the wait for Chapter 8!

I'm dying to know how you all felt about these latest Spin the Bottle developments 👀 Quite a few of you predicted that The Reader would end up "kissing" Honenuki and I love that! Honestly I think that Juzo Honenuki would be SUPER hot in bed 🤷‍♀️ He's so sweet and tender and idk the skeleton face is cool AF. Honestly happy to be back in the "smut zone" with this chapter - I hope you enjoyed the spicy scene towards the end.

Not gonna lie, this chapter has been the hardest for me to write so far! There are a lot of emotions that are getting processed here - The Reader is trying to learn from her mistakes and give Shoto the benefit of the doubt after she assumed that Shoto and Momo were hooking up. But she's jealous that Shoto kissed someone else and she wants to talk about it! Shoto is processing the fact that he didn't want to participate in the game in the first place! It brings out a lot of his insecurities! PLUS he is jealous AF when he sees Honenuki smooch our dear Reader! On top of that...literally everyone is horny in this chapter. Writing the dialogue for the post-kiss discussion between Shoto and the Reader this was TOUGH!

Also I'm getting way too precious with this story and trying to make it something that satisfies everyone/avoids plot holes. I think I will need to be a little less strict with myself about the plot here to keep things fun and keep updates going regularly. This story is pushing me a lot as a writer and I'm excited about that! But TBH I'm also just here to have some smutty literary fun. This is my first long form fic so I'm gonna try to give myself some more grace as I write.

Anyway...that's all for now folks! I hope you have a lovely New Year! I can't wait to see all the good things that 2025 has in store for all of us! <3

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

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