The room was silent and everything stood still, and all that could be heard was the breathing between us. "You what?" he said nervously, still sniffling. "I like you Shoto...please believe me," I admitted. His tears now have dried, and the sorrow that he felt was now gone; denial now filled him to the very brim. "You don't," he stated letting out a tired chuckle. "You just feel obligated to say that." He shook his head, and rubbed his red eyes. "No Shoto," I said taking a step forward, "i'm telling you how I feel."

The expression he carried was mixed with confusion and tiredness. His soft porcelain skin was now stained with dark bags under his eyes. His well-kept straight hair was now messy from all the tossing and turning. His eyes and the tip of his nose were tinted bright red, but through all that was the beautiful boy who crept inside my thoughts.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed his hand. "Shoto, I really really realllly like you," A small grin was now spreading on my face, "but I want to take this slow. I can't just forget what I used to feel, but I also don't want to ignore these new feeling. I want to give us a try, that is if your willing-" "Yes." He interrupted immediately, now smiling.

He quickly wraps his arms around me, and pulls me down on the bed. He places his face on the crease of my neck, and kisses it softly. "Is this real?" He asked. His breath hitched on my neck. "I hope it this," I whispered calmy. "I thought of you alot this past week."
"Y-you did?" He stuttered, pulling me in closer. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." I quietly apologized. He tucked a strand of my wavy hair behind my ear. "And i'm sorry that I worried you." His response was full of sympathy.

I shifted in the embrace, turning to face him, and buried my face in his chest. "I'm tired Sho," I yawned. Blush softly brushed against Shoto face as he heard the cute nickname. It wasn't anything creative or special, but to him it was, to him it was the start of something new. He nuzzled his face in my green locks and whispered, "Good night Izuku, I love you," before closing his eyes, and finally for the first time that week got a good night's rest.

I can hear birds chirping in the distance, and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I try to slowly open my eyes, but the bright beams of light, hammering down from the sky, keep blinding me. I picked myself up from the scratchy mulch ground, as dirt clinged onto my palms and bottom.

Unlike the past week, I was outside, in what seemed like a playground. Thinking hard I remember it from when I would play with Kacchan, but for some reason I felt like it had a greater meaning. I decided to take a look around, reminiscing the moments I had here. I visited my favorite spot, where i'd always hide from Kacchan, and laughed thinking back of all the games we used to play. I hunched over to take a peek under the colorful play structure, when I noticed a small boy all curled up, giggling to himself. I couldn't see his face, but his unkempt curly green hair gave him away. 'I must be hiding from Kacchan,' I assumed, as I tried to find what he's looking at, or well what i'm looking at.

Suddenly small footsteps that dragged over the mulch could be heard approaching us. I gasped when I see what seemed like a smaller Shoto Todoroki, except he seemed different. Aside from being like eight, this boy didn't carry the scar that he held on his left side. Obviously he looked young, and he shared the same hair he has now, splitting the bright white side to the right and the dark red side to the left. His curious heterochromic eyes still gleamed with wonder and excitement, but were also stained with a tinted of fear and anxiety. Even for his young age it seemed like he carried guilt and sadness.

The younger me had finally reacted and covered his mouth in embarrassment. He pulled his knees in and stared up at the younger Shoto. We watched as Shoto went from a blank expression to a embarrassed one. "I-im sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you," the younger me apologized. I stared in awe at this unknown interaction between us, "Was this what Shoto was talking about?" I mumbled to myself, as I witnessed the two kids begin to play together.

I watched as they played, laughed, and yelled, it almost felt like I was intruding on a moment that wasn't mine. I kept my eyes on them until they parted, smiling as young Shoto walked away. It wasn't until now that I had realized how important this was, not only to me, but to Shoto as well. The smile on the young boy's face was implanted in my mind and clouded my thoughts. The way his eyes shined differently, from deep crystal blue pools of endless ocean, to a fiery dark brown that always carried curiosity and emotion. 'How could I have forgotten?' I thought, as I followed the past me inside.

"Mom? What's wrong?" The small clueless boy asked, still standing at the front entrance. A younger Inko hesitated before turning back to her innocent son. The younger me must have gotten worried over the silence that Inko carried. "We're going to be moving a week from now," she began slowly, "Your father....he'll be going away for a while" She kneeled down to face the little boy, placing her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. "You're a little too young to understand, but all you need to know is that your father loves you, and just because you won't be seeing him as offen, doesn't mean that he won't always be with you" She cried, forcing a smile and holding her tears back. At the time I probably didn't understand what she meant, but I trusted her. She was my mom, I had too.

Growing up I never questioned my mother, and eventually I found out my dad abandoned us. But instead of hating him, I blocked him out. I decided to forget him, so that I didn't have to cope with not being enough for him. Adding his neglect to my long list of insecurities wasn't needed, beside I had a loving mother, and that was enough for me.

I watched as my mother explained how we couldn't afford to stay in our house, without my dad supporting us. I followed the younger me as he ran upstairs and cried himself to sleep. I might've been young at the time but it still hurt to leave the house I grew up in, I had to abandon all the friends I had made. Leave all the memories I loved to remember behind.

The more I thought about that time, the clearer it became. I chose to forget that part of my life, and distracted myself of the fact that my father had left us. And because of him all my insecurities came to light. I was no longer a young innocent boy, I was damaged. Just like the rest of the world, I carried my own baggage.

"Izuku? Izuku are you okay?" A worried faint voice called. I felt a light grip on my arm, as I began to slowly open my eyes. "Izuku?" I rubbed my eyes as I awoke in an unfamiliar bed. Slowly the realization to where I was hit me, and Shoto's silhouette became clear. "Oh- yea...im fine," I reassured him, watching as his concerned expression faded into a more happier one.

I proped myself up with my elbows, and sat up on Shotos black silky sheets. The older boy did the same, as he examined me. "What are you looking at?" I chuckled nervously. "Oh- i-it's just that this doesn't seem real," he gushed, looking away with a tint of pink on his cheeks. I rested my hand on his, and felt it tremble in doing so. 'Exactly how long has he wanted this?' I asked myself. Suddenly a small grin spreads across my face. 'Does he have a limit? How strong is he really?' I thought, wanting to forget what I had just remembered. Slowly I inched myself towards the embarrassed boy, until our lips were just barely apart. As he began to lean in, I quickly brushed my head up, and rubbed his cheek with my thumb. I dragged my finger to his bottom lip, as I shifted myself on top of him. "I-I thought you wanted to take this slow," he whispered, as nerve tinted his words. "I do, but it doesn't mean that we can't play around," I whined in his ear, sending shivers down his back. "Y-your no longer the Izuku I used to know," he stuttered. "Good," I whispered, placing a kiss on his neck. With that Shoto let out a heavy breath, then quickly covered his mouth. I could now feel the massive bulge in his pants, as I slowly began to grind on his lap. I bit my lip, as I became heated myself.

It was like as if a quick switched had flicked in Shoto's head, as he regained all his confidence, and quickly switched our positions. Now he was the on top of me, as he gently cupped my face, and placed his lips onto mine. The kiss seemed messy, but only Shoto and I understood what it meant. It reeked of desperation and lust, but for the first time we felted loved, and we could forget of our past. To others it may seem like we're using each other, but in reality we need each other to able to stand on our own.

Each kiss became deeper and deeper, then he found his way down my neck, trashing it with dark marks, that replaced the fading ones from before. I arched my back against the silk sheets, also balling it into my fist, as I prepared myself. Slowly he moved down my body, when a loud thump interrupted us.

A sharp peep escape my bruised lips, as I covered my red face with my hand. Daylight swept through the curtains and Shoto's pink face was visible as well. I pulled my shirt down, to stop it from exposing my stomach and chest. Heavy breaths could be heard from the both of us when the loud knocks echoed again. Shoto cursed under his breath, as he headed to the door after fixing himself. "What?-" He mumbled when he opened the door. "Oh.. um- good morning Todoroki kun," a high voice greeted. "What do you want?" He repeated again, annoyed. "W-well it's just that you haven't been in class since the first couple days and I was just worried," she confessed. "Im fine," he said before slamming the door.

Quickly I get off the bed and follow Shoto. "W-who was that?" I asked, still panting from before. "Aw, not so confident now?" He teased, abandoning the annoyed expression to a more happier one. Even if he didn't exactly know it, he was right. I was fairly shy and anxious all the time, due to my insecurities. But when I thought of it, I tried to hide it by acting over-confident. Most of the time it got me in difficult situations, but I definitely don't regret what almost just happened between us. "Let's go back to bed," I pouted, feeling exhausted. Shoto grabbed my hand and lead me to the bed, then wrapped us both with the blanket. We cuddled and decided to stay in bed for a bit longer.

"Shoto?" I whispered, listening to his long breaths, "are you asleep?" There was a long pause before he answered, "No, but is something wrong?" he whispered back. His response caught me off guard, as I tried to find an answer. "I- um," I mumbled, "I think I remembered." Shoto suddenly perked up and sat on the bed, "You d-did?" He asked. It was if he was a dog wagging his tail. "It was only a little bit, but I-" "Thank you," Shoto interrupted, as he grabbed me and pulled me in. "It doesn't matter how much you remember, i'm just glad you didn't forget me,"

A/n- Aghh- I so sorry for such a late chapter, but since I missed last weeks post I tried to make this week post extra long. I also wanted to take time on figuring out where I wanted this story to go. I plan on focusing more on Izuku's insecurity since, there are no quirks to give him confidence. Next chapter will go back to Shoto's Pov, so please enjoy and comment things or ideas you'd like to see.