Todoroki doesn't feel many emotions. He was never that observant to anything. Unless in his gaze happens to be that boy. That beautiful, emotional, sexy  demon that haunts his dreams, makes his world get dizzy and pink, makes him want to smile, giggle, fucking devour those smooth, mumbling lips. 

He'd give anything to be cradled in his arms, pressed hard against his strong build, doted on and taunted, given intimate marks and bruises to flaunt to everyone to know that he was Midoriya's. 

These things go through his head, being the only thing that mattered to him. He knows other girls look at him longingly, but their foolish love complaints are a grain of salt to Todoroki, being that Midoriya was the only thing that mattered to him (romantically). It wasn't becoming a well-known hero, it wasn't being rebellious toward his father, it was just Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya-

The same Midoriya talking to Ochako, smiling and mumbling at each joke she says. The same Midoriya giving a confused expression at her blushing composure. The same Midoriya accepting a firm grasp on the shoulder from Iida. The same Midoriya who whipped his head towards him. 

Midoriya gives him a genuine smile, and it honestly makes Todoroki's heart beat out of his rib cage, if possible. He fiddles with his thumbs, hoping his bangs (that grew over the 3 years) covered his blushing face. 

It, of course, makes Midoriya excuses himself and walk towards the duo-colored hair teen, completely concerned about his condition. Was he sick? He definitely can have his friend and future-lover-or-so-god-help-me-i'll-kill-everyone-in-this-room-and-then-myself coming down with something, and letting someone else try to take care of him. 

That bitch Yaoyorozu has been fawning over him lately. Not that it matters. He wouldn't let no one but himself love his baby boy. Only he can make Todoroki smile, or hear his breath quicken or see that muscles in his jaw constrict when someone else draws Midoriya's attention from him. 

Yeah, Midoriya Izuku is very observant, or as Kacchan says, creepily-not-minding-his-damn-business. How else would he know which cunts would die at his hand if they even touch his Shoto? How would he know what to scribble in that notebook of his, to analyze their weaknesses, quirks, schedules, home address, family issues (to see if he can cover up the murder as suicide). 

Yeah, he also knows he way more keen to his yandere side (not as much as Todoroki, because he is an oblivious beautiful boy.) 

He has now approached Todoroki's desk, now bending down to his eye level. He resist the urge to call him one of his secret pet names, or touche him in a inappropriate manor. 

¨Todoroki-kun? Are you okay?¨ His future lover's fingers twitch as his leg star thumping. He -again- resists another urge to stop his movement with his hand and pet himself up, to hear Todoroki's soft mewls and begs. He waits for Todoroki to lift his head. 

Todoroki huffs, forcing himself to meet eyes with his demise. The extreme attention and emotion that's always in Midoriya's eyes makes his insides stir and his blood rush to his head. He thinks he's about to faint, as Midoriya watches him with rapt attention. 

¨I'm- ah- I am f-fine,¨ His voice sounds rougher than usual, and he clears his throat as Midoriya's eyebrows shoot up. ¨Think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, though. I'm fine,¨ He reassures, hoping Midoriya wont view him as a creep, cause he swear to god might that he will fucking die inside if Midoriya views him as anything but positive. Midoriya smiles, still deftly concerned. 

¨Are you sure? It has been getting cold lately. You aren't getting a cold, right?¨Midoriya took this one-in-a-million opportunity to lift his right hand against Todoroki's forehead. 

Todoroki's pupils are now blown wide as he jumps at the touch. If it was impossible for all the blood in his body to rush over his neck, he thinks it just did. Also, he thinks he could see flickers of fire in his hair. 

Midoriya recoils, seeming that he must've hurt him. We can't have that, Midoriya thought, I can't have my future lover backing away from my touch.

¨Did I hurt you?¨ The reproach in Midoriya's voice destroyed a mental faculty in Todoroki's mind. 

¨NO,¨ He blurts out as Midoriya winces. ¨um, no, I just... I'm not used to people caring for me that's not my kin. I'm sorry.¨ He looks down at his lap, feeling sheepish, embarrassed, and downright mad at himself. 

Midoriya did not know what to say. Well, he does. But what would be the outcome of Todoroki hearing him say, ¨I know I am not your kin but I would like to be your lover. I want to be the only one to care for you, love you, touch you, make you feel pure pleasure, make you want to moan, cry my given name, scratch at my back-¨

Just at that moment, Iida stood up doing his usual routine of getting people to sit down. ¨Aizawa-sensei will be here soon! Everyone, get seated!" Midoriya stood, giving Todoroki a mumbled apology and sitting at his seat. 

Todoroki's eyes flickered upwards towards Midoriya in a feeble attempt see his reaction. He was pulling an All Might themed pen out of his pouch. Todoroki already misses the rough, calloused hand pressing up to his head. He gasps as he remembers something. That was the same hand he help destroy, the start of many scars he accumulated. 

Does every time Midoriya looked down at his hand he sees those crooked fingers and hate Todoroki? The thought of it brought tears to his eyes and made his world more cloudy.

He wipes his eyes as Aizawa-sensei walks into the room, feeling lower as ever. 

Midoriya saw this out the corner of his eyes. He bit his lip, eyes furrowed. He must have did something wrong, he surmises. He has to make it up to him. Maybe he could propose a study date. 

¨Problem child. Stop mumbling over there,¨ Aizawa-Sensei scolded, ready to end this class and go back to sleep. 

¨Y-yes sir,¨ Midoriya acts the way people are used to, blushing and nodding his head as Kaminari faintly snickers. 

As soon as Aizawa looks away, Ochako flashes him a saccharine smile. He mentally gags at the gesture. 

She's planning something, Midoriya thinks, If it's a confession of her 'love', I'll simply turn her down. Besides, maybe I can get Tsuyu to ask her out. 

He starts mumbling again and gets another scolding from the eye-drop-needing teacher. 

As Midoriya babbles out another apology, Ochako scribbles on a pink piece of paper. Midoriya doesn't notice. But Todoroki does. Ochako just taught him a new emotion. Suspicion. And it better not involved Midoriya. 

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Sneak Peek of Chapter 2

Todoroki's done what he was told, putting their notebooks, pencils, and textbooks in their respected places. When he was finished, he heard a shuffling sound of paper. Turning around, he heard footsteps leaving and a pink slip of paper slipped in from underneath the door. 

His mind immediately took him back to when Ochako was writing something down in on a pink slip of paper.