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(Hello. I’m in love with your icon ^^ Okay, and thank you! I wrote a Reader X Todoroki scenario. Note: not super NSFW/spicy, but it’s suggestive).

Todoroki finally entered the kitchen, clad in a snug-fitting tank top and gym shorts. A fuzzy, white towel was draped around his neck, and he let out an exhausted sigh. His sweat glistened, and matted hair clung to his forehead.

He licked his lips, probably unconsciously, before sitting down at the small  table you were at.

You smiled, liking what you saw. A ravishing, beautiful young man was sitting across from you. He was exquisite, alluring, impeccable…

To put it simply: he was hot. Putting your book aside, you shyly looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Shouto…aren’t you hot?”

He blinked, then dug his hand through the front ends of his hair. “Uh, yeah,” he said, not catching the double meaning of your words, “I did work out for the past two hours, so that explains why.”

You suppressed a frustrated sigh; he didn’t understand. “Here, let me offer you some water,” you suggested. Swiftly, before he could say a word, you got up and grabbed an ice-cold water bottle from the fridge. “A water bottle as cool as you are.” You couldn’t help but draw out your words, emphasizing their implications. Bravely, you looked straight at him as you handed over the bottle. Your fingers touched his for a fleeting second as he received the water, and your heart back-flipped.

He pressed his lips in a fine line, giving you a curious look. “Hm, thank you. I appreciate it. How was your day?”

You sighed, wanting to scream at him. Why couldn’t he accept flirting or flattery? You didn’t want to be bothered by mundane details like ‘how was your day’; all you wanted was him. Unconsciously, you reached your fingers out to his hand. Todoroki’s eyes widened; he was shocked, but you continued. You laced your fingers through his long, warm ones.

A pretty pink blush sprinkled across Todoroki’s face. “[Y- y/n],” he stammered. “What are you- I’m sweaty, you don’t want to-”

You huffed, then impatiently grabbed the ends of his towel, pulling his face closer to yours. “I always am in a mood for you, Todoroki.”

You, suddenly nervous, brought your mouth closer to his. Heart palpitating, nerves whirring, and head spinning, you forced yourself to close the distance between you two. Everything had felt cold without his touch, but now…

Todoroki’s lips were soft, yet slightly firm. You gauged his reaction, not daring to close your eyes until he was kissing back.

He was stiff, like a statue, so you whispered softly against his lips. “Shouto-chan…kiss me.”

And, he started to…he was kissing you back. Overjoyed, you shut your eyes, letting his lips dissolve yours into frenzied passion. Your hands snaked around his neck, ruffling the ends of his red-white hair. Unexpectedly, he bit on your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you. Your cheeks reddened at your groan, as you felt abashed for sounding so needy.

Yet, who cared? You wanted to get closer to him, feel his hands all over your body, but…

“Ow,” you mumbled, breaking apart from the kiss. The stupid table was still in between you two, acting as a barrier. Sheepishly, you scratched your head. “Uh…”

Todoroki let out an amused laugh. “Well…” His eyes gleamed mischievously before he outstretched his hand to you.

Confused, you accepted it. As soon as your fingers touched his, they tingled with excitement.