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There is nothing in this world that Todoroki loves more than Ochako.
This is for my BF, i love you boo. Have this tooth-rotting domestic fluff.
[ AO3 ]
Todoroki stirs, the sunlight poking from between his bedroom curtains always manages to slant across his face, and he knows his nose is crinkling, his brow is furrowing, but he refuses to open his eyes and instead turns his head to his right. On that side his arm is heavy with the weight of a person, living, breathing, warm – and he curls closer to it, closing the distance between them.
It is then, and only then, that he opens his eyes.
Ochako’s head is resting gently on his bicep, her fly-away brown hair tickling his skin, and her brows crinkled in a way that makes Todoroki want to reach out and smooth it away. His shadow protects her from the sun, he realises; probably the only reason she hasn’t woken up before him, and he smiles as he pushes hair from the dried drool on her cheek and kisses the top of her head.
His eyes dart to the clock on her bedside table – 6:15am. It is early, too early, for both of them. She is a pro-hero now, her hero name, Uravity, and her face is slapped across newspapers, on t-shirts and hoodies, and on the boxes of figurines, and she has more money than she knows what to do with, even after paying off every debt her parents and herself had stockpiled over the years. And he is a teacher at U.A, a return to his humble origins and his one final ‘fuck-you’ to his father.
She is happy. He is happy. They are happy.
The time on the clock flicks to 6:20am as Ochako’s police radio switches itself on and Todoroki leans down to capture her beautiful, plump lips in a soft kiss. He pulls away and she stirs, finally, elegantly, her nose crinkling and her forehead wrinkling as she turns away from him, grabs her pillow and shoves her head under it.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Todoroki whispers, and it feels right as he shuffles closer to her, his arms straddling her as he leans down to press gentle kisses to her shoulder blades. “It’s time to wake up. Seize the day.”
“I’ll seize you,” she mutters darkly and he grins, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips as she moves the pillow from her face, rubs her eyes and looks at him. Her frown softens into a gentle curl of her lips. “Good morning.” She whispers back, and his heart leaps into his throat as she leans up and kisses him, tugging him over her like a particularly heavy blanket.
Todoroki can think of a million ways to describe kissing Ochako, touching her, holding her. Kissing her is like drowning in her, noticing every way she moves her lips, the way her long eyelashes flutter against his cheek and catch the bridge of his nose, the way she feels beneath him – soft, pliable, weightless, perfect. Her skin feels like the softest velvet and smells like her peach leaf body wash and the traces of her deodorant, and he loves how soft she is, how she moves so seamlessly with him. She fits in his arms like the missing piece to a puzzle he never knew he had, his hands rest gently on the curve of her hips like they had been meant to be there all along, and he loves her with every fibre in his body.
He loves her so much he can barely breathe, worrying himself sick when she comes back home with bruises and cuts and God knows what else. She helped built the foundation on which he stands. She found his mother for him and slipped the address to him without saying a word, she held him while he cried and told her about the gravestone, the words she had told him all those years ago. She supported him through his failing hero career, something that had once been promising and filled him with joy had him dragging himself out of bed with the reluctance of a dying man, and pointed him towards Aizawa and U.A; with his stunning record and both Aizawa and All Might retiring, he was accepted to teach in the new school year.
In Ochako’s lips Todoroki can find a thousand names for her, each cheesier than the last, and he means every single one of them.
Darling.
Dearest.
Beautiful.
Princess.
Light of my life.
My moon and my stars.
My love.
He whispers them now, repeating the list over and over slowly like a mantra as his lips move from hers and kiss every part of skin that is bare to him. Her nose, her collarbone, the dip of her chest, the sliver of her stomach exposed by her tank top, the bottom of her thighs, her palm, each of her fingers.
She giggles, cups his face with her hands and pulls him close enough so that she can brush the hair back from his forehead and place a gentle kiss there, smile as he smiles so hard that dimples engrave themselves on cheeks that hurt so much from smiling. And all because of her. Because of the elegant curve of her nose and how her hair falls around her face, because of how gently her perfect and weather-worn hands hold him, because of how he can fall into her arms and find a type of safety and warmth that he could never compare.
Because if a person is home then she is his. A thousand times over.
“Hey,” Ochako says, and he returns to her beautiful brown eyes smiling, his thumb stroking the curve of her cheek gently. “Since we’re both up, let’s make breakfast.”
Todoroki smiles, leans forward to kiss her one last time. And then another. “Okay,” he agrees. “Waffles?”
She shakes her head. “No,” She says, a grin stretching her lips. “Pancakes.”
He sits up in bed and watches as she pulls herself from beneath the covers and stands up, stretching gently before she bends down to pick up his old U.A hoodie. An ancient relic of both of their pasts. And, like always, he pretends like he isn’t staring directly at her ass.
Ochako catches his eye with a grin. “Cheeky!” She says. Like always, she always notices him pretending not to stare at her ass. He holds his hands up in mock surrender and then laughs as she leaves the room swaying her hips, turning around to give him a small grin before she disappears into the kitchen.
He pulls on a shirt and follows her, pausing in the doorway to watch as she pulls a hair tie from her wrist and wrangles her hair into a ponytail before she ducks down to pull the ingredients and bowls from the cupboards. She’s humming an old show tune from some programme they had watched the night before, and as she begins to weigh out everything he pads across the tile floor and hugs her around the waist, resting his head on the curve of her shoulder.
Ochako wrinkles her nose at him and boops his nose with a finger coated in flour. “If you want breakfast, you should help me!” She says, her voice sing song and in tune to the damn theme song he can’t remember. “Come on!”
Todoroki nuzzles his neck with his nose, smearing the flour onto the skin of her neck as she giggles. “You weren’t this chipper ten minutes ago.”
“I wasn’t thinking of pancakes ten minutes ago,” She replies, smiling as he leans around to steal a kiss. “Now help me! Please, Shouto, and we can make them with chocolate chips.” His brow curves upwards as she smiles around at him. “Your favourite.”
“But you hate them with chocolate chips,” Todoroki says and Ochako shrugs, turning back to glass bowl as she tips in the sugar
“I don’t hate them with chocolate chips,” She tells him. “They’re just not particularly my favourite type of pancake. Now help me!” She laughs, taps him on the head with a wooden spatula.
He laughs right back and presses a lingering kiss to the place where he smeared the flour before he moves away from her, tapping the curve of her backside once. “Okay,” he agrees, padding gently over to the fridge. “Eggs and butter?”
She nods, turning to him with a soft smile. “Milk too!” She chirps, and when he returns with the items in his arms, she kisses his cheek.
In fifteen minutes, they are sitting across from each other at their tiny dining table, flour coving their faces, pancake batter underneath their fingernails and eating the slightly-burnt fruits of their labour. Todoroki kisses away the chocolate that stains her bottom lip, and Ochako wipes away the flour on his neck, and in that moment, he swears he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right there forever.
