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Shoto Todoroki has a crush. At least he thought this was a crush, Midoriya told him so, and he trusted Midoriya very much. So Shoto Todoroki has a crush.
Oh god what does he do?
“Midoriya” Todoroki started, barely knocking on the door before opening it to look upon the scene before him with a blank expression. Shinsou Hitoshi who had been moved to class 1-A after the expulsion of Mineta, and who had quickly made home with the class was currently straddling a very flushed Midoriya Izuku along his bed.
Todoroki averted his eyes and looked down towards his socked feet.
“I apologise if I am interrupting something”
Midoriya quickly sat up and wiped his mouth, almost bumping into a red faced Shinso, which looked odd on his usually pale face.
“No, no Todoroki! Don’t worry about it!” He smiled at Shinso before wiggling out from under the purple haired boy and approaching the doorway.
“What did you need?” He smiled bashfully, conscious of not only the situation he was caught in but the more of a mess that his hair was than normal.
Todoroki paused, hands gripping the sides of his pyjama pants. A habit his father beat out of him when he was younger.
“I need some…advice” he paused as Midoriya urged him forward “on relationships.” The Green haired hummed, urging him again.
“How do I say I like someone? To them?” He added, and Midoriya internally cringed at his method of talking to Hitoshi about his confession and looked back up towards Todoroki.
“Well, um I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask about this kind of stuff Todoroki.” There was a snort from the background as Hitoshi remembered his confession and the green haired shushed him quickly, looking back towards Todoroki with blotchy red cheeks. He giggled nervously, “I’m not the best with confessions.”
More cackling from Hitoshi and Todoroki felt his lips twitch at the easy show of affection.
“Okay, thank you Midoriya, I will go consult someone else, have fun with your make out session” Todoroki felt himself smile at the redness of Midoriya freckled face and the cackling that came from inside of the room as he went to see the next person on his list. Bakugou.
This time Todoroki knocked on the door, not wanting to interrupt something again, even though it was common knowledge knowing that Bakugou had no shame in making kirishima a flustered puddle of goo, and kirishima likewise took lots of pleasure in making Bakugou flustered. Still though.
“Who is it?” A gruff voice called from behind the door.
“Todoroki” the dual haired boy replied stoically.
“What do you want?” He said, the door still hadn’t opened.
“Advice” the door swung open, and Bakugou looked outward. Eyes heavy with sleep and hand coming to fiddle with the recently placed hearing aid in.
“Oh Todoroki, what do you want?” Bakugou said, in a voice that the dual haired boy now realised was his, almost asleep but not quite voice. It was again, common knowledge that Bakugou had hearing aids, similar to present mic’s in colour as his was yellow and black and Bakugo’s orange and black. So it wasn’t uncommon for you to have to repeat yourself around the both of them, or speak up a bit louder in english class.
“Advice” Todoroki repeated, his gaze never wavering.
There was a pause, and todorki realised that bakugo was waiting for him to speak again when he tilted his head forwards.
“On how to tell someone you like them”
The blonde nodded his head for a moment before answering “just tell ‘em”
Todorki looked on, as though waiting for more information and Bakugou sighed. “If it’s the person I think it is, he won’t want something big and grand, maybe a museum date or coffeeshop, that’s what Ei liked, and tapeface is quite similar, even if not in looks or spirits, they appreciate the little things, not big grand gestures.”
Todoroki absorbs the information, nodding along with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Despite the blonde's angry expression and gruff outer shell he’s very soft and loving and caring underneath it all. He can see why kirishima likes him so much.
“Thank you bakugou! I appreciate it very much.” His lips pulled upwards into a small smile and he wished goodnight to the explosive blonde. Before he left he heard a small ‘was that todoroki?’ From a sleepy kirishima and he felt his smile grow, just a little bit.
Even if people didn’t think it, there was love everywhere. Everyone in the class loved each other, sometimes romantically but everyone loved each other platonically too. And Todorki has always been honoured to be a part of this once in a lifetime love.
His therapist says that it’s healthy to be surrounded with love, and he thinks that it is too. Because he didn’t get much love as a child he finds it in everyday life now that he has people surrounding him who love him.
He knows what it’s like to love someone, and he’s not going to let that feeling go. Not now that he knows what it is.
That strong clammy feeling that he gets between his hands, the ‘butterflies’ in his stomach. He just thought that it was a stomach ache. Or he was getting sick.
But he soon started to feel other things, comforted, warm, warmer than usual he means and his quirk was constantly acting up around him. He loves his smile and his laugh. He loves his room and his brain. He loves it when he speaks Spanish, and English. How kind and charming and intelligent he is. How he knows just what Todorki likes and what makes him comfortable and what makes him uncomfortable.
God he loves him so much.
He feels his flames lick at his palms as he approaches Sero’s room.
Outside, it wasn’t anything different from the rest of the other dorms. Light oak wood door. There were some small white tape pieces that hadn't yet been taken off and he tries to get a hold of his quirk before eventually knocking with his right side. The one that didn't stupidly act up whenever he was flustered.
He waits for a few moments, before knocking again. His breath calmed down and more worry than nervousness was building up inside of him.
Was Sero sleeping? He didn’t usually go to bed at this hour. Was he mad at Todoroki? There was no way of knowing that it was him outside the door. But he guessed he did have a pretty recognisable knock, like Ida’s.
Oh god what if he was mad at him? The dual haired boy couldn’t think of anything that could have upset Sero. What if he never wanted to see Todoroki again?
“Todoroki? Qué pása?”
Shoto spins around so quickly that his burst of flames emits a cloud of blackened smoke, which he unfortunately breathes in and ends up coughing so much that by the time it ends he’s almost level with the ground. He stands abruptly, wheezing slightly at the concerned look on Sero’s face and quickly correcting himself.
“Sero” he wheezed, his voice coming out a bit more gravely than he wanted it too before coughing again and repeating himself “Sero.”
The dark haired boy nods slightly, still holding a concerned look on his face. As he looks Todoroki up and down before meeting his eyes.
“Sero, would you like to…uhm, go to get ice cream with me, tomorrow?” He’s thankful that his voice is at least. A bit back to normal from that coughing fit.
Sero looks at him for a moment before his signature Sunshine grin breaks out and he starts chuckling before he looks back up at Todoroki.
“Are you asking me on a date?” He looks up slightly at the dual haired boy, chuckling slightly at the way his left side flared up again with a small blush coating his cheeks.
He nods slightly before looking back down at the dark haired boy.
His dark eyes were filled with an emotion he couldn’t place and, hope? Was he hoping for Todoroki to ask him out on a date? Oh kami let that be true please.
“Yes, I am asking you on a date Sero”
He saw the way that his eyes lit up with joy, and was that love? Before a hand grabbed the front of his collar and pulled him down.
It was warm, he was warm, warmer than he had ever been in his life and with a flaming pile of trash as a father that was a big statement. It was a nice warmth, something that spread from his head all the way down to his toes in a lovely warm tingly feeling as Hanta locked lips with his.
When he pulled back, Hanta looked up at him with a teasing smile and a loving look in his eyes.
“Ten o’clock, meet me at the door of the common room” he said, pressing his lips against todoroki’s cheek, the non flaming one and making his way towards his room.
“That was a yes by the way, I would love to go on a date with you”
And todoroki was left with the warmest feeling he’s had in a very very long time, tingling lips and butterflies in his stomach.
He had the biggest smile he’s had for ages, plastered across his face all the way back towards his dorm, and whilst he was getting ready for bed, and whilst he was in bed. Todoroki Shoto had a date with his crush, and he is currently the happiest person alive.