❛ 06 ─── EX. ༉‧₊˚✧
mature content !

" IT'S WHATEVER YOU
WANT IT TO BE. "

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todoroki had been doing the best he could, honest.

he avoided you, and times he couldn't- he kept his cool by thinking of his asshole of a father, which wasn't arousing at all to say the least- and he finally felt like he was getting over his small lust crush and whatever fixation he had with you. and just like time promised, everything started falling into place and things became kind of normal again. well, for exactly three seconds.

as always.

todoroki decided he'd stop being happy when things were going his way. they always got ruined quickly after. maybe his smiles were some kind of signal to the universe to ruin everything in his life ever to keep him in his place.

combat practice.

no quirks, combat practice. close range combat practice. todoroki was fucking screwed combat practice.

of course he was paired with you. he watched as you cracked your knuckles, getting ready, the cheers from the class filling the area. aizawa yawned, looking at his timer and pulling his sleeping bag closer to his chest as he waited for you and todoroki to get in position, eyes silently telling the both of you to hurry up.

the goal was to restrain your opponent for seven seconds.

"do your best, l/n!" mina and jirou cheered you on while ochaco and tsu were cheering todoroki on.

"ready to get your ass handed to you, daddy issues?" you grinned, stretching your arm across your chest. "when was the last time we fought? outside of the bed, i mean."

todoroki choked just as aizawa called for the match to start and like you had planned it- you immediately had the upperhand, kicking him in his side right off the bat. being unable to use quirks- it wasn't as impactful as it usually would've been.

you had the ability to take the energy from a person upon impact, giving you the physical strength and power they had. even so, it was a good strike, knocking todoroki off his balance. his fingertips touched the ground and he barely dodged the next kick, followed quickly by and solid punch to his stomach.

he was unfocused. since your quirk relied on combat and close ranged fighting, you were definitely good at this. todoroki glanced at you approaching him, quickly getting back to his feet and evading the quick strikes you threw at him. he was still quicker than you at least, grabbing your right arm and pulling you close so his knee collided with your side. you pulled on the hem of his shirt as you went so he toppled to the ground with you.

todoroki acted fast, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them beside your head on the ground.

he tightened his hold and kept his body weight on you to keep you down and started counting down the seconds. one... two... todoroki's eyes suddenly widened as he suddenly realized his position.

gazing down at you, your face was flushed, breathing heavy— he was suddenly being forced back. todoroki snapped his focus back to the match and cursed under his breath when you roughly pushed him onto his back. in turn, with a smile way too mischievous to mean anything good, you straddled him, pinning his wrists together, above his head and back on the ground.

"ugh, damnit!" he hissed, pressing his eyes shut, frustrated with himself.

"awh. you got distracted, didn't you?" you cooed mockingly, tightening your hold on his wrists. "you kind of look good like this, you know. underneath me."

"stop," todoroki breathed, you felt him shift underneath you.

you raised a brow, "stop what? i'm just winning the match. i'm supposed to restrain you, aren't i?"

todoroki huffed, struggling against your hold. and when aizawa called "time" he immediately activated each of his sides in his hands, the hot and cold both reaching you. you let go with a curse and he quickly got to his feet, dusting himself off and walking away without a glance or a word in your direction.

"talk about a sore loser," you called, lips twisting as you dusted yourself off.

"are you okay, shouto?" midoriya asked timidly, peering at his friend in concern, "you did really good!! definitely approved on a few troubles you had before. i did see a few new weaknesses, which i could add to your analysis. blind spots you could study, we could work on them together, if you want to!"

todoroki nodded wordlessly keeping his eyes trained on his feet and aizawa called out the next pair, which was iida and momo.

iida adjusted his glasses importantly quickly walking out on to the battle ground. "let us do our best, yaoyorozu-san! i won't go easy on you!"

yao-momo's cheeks seemed to flush and she quickly nodded, "y-yes! ah- let's!"

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"i'll see you back at the dorms, shou!" midoriya called, the door shutting shortly after. todoroki was the last one in the locker room, pulling on his shirt.

he shook his head and heated his hair up in seconds, gathering his things. he felt like he could spend a lifetime thinking and would still beg the heavens for even more time. his thoughts were jumbled and messy and complicated.

todoroki huffed and finally gathered all of his belongings, leaving the lockeroom. and just as his stupid, cursed fate would have it, he stepped out just as you were turning the corner. he looked at you for a second before blinking as he looked the other way, continuing down the hall.

you made a noise and hurried to catch up to him, "don't tell me you're ignoring me now," your tone was still teasing and it just made todoroki more frustrated, the both of you turning down a hall.

he tightened his fists, not answering and you continued. "wonder how long you can keep it up..." you looked at him again and he simply continued walking. with a small, confused sigh, you shrugged. "okay, fine... sorry for teasing you earlier. i honestly didn't think you'd get so mad and worked up about it. i was just doing what i was supposed to, though. but- let's just have things go back to normal, okay? we can—"

your arm was suddenly being pulled in a certain direction and within a few quick seconds, you stumbled into a small dark place- were you being kidnapped?

the door shut and you realized todoroki stood in front of you. "storage closet," he said quietly. "nobody should be coming in here for a while,"

your brow raised on its own, thoughts going wild as you tried to find the reason todoroki literally forced you into a closet. you leaned an inch closer to him, "is this what i think it is?"

"it's whatever you want it to be," shouto said, a quick sigh following his words. "i can't stop thinking about you... so we can't go back to normal, it's impossible to, at this point."

"i don't like normal, anyway," you smiled, and moved even closer to him. you were basically asking permission with your eyes before covering his lips with yours and immediately going to unzip his pants, already knowing what the both of you wanted.

you quickly lifted your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. todoroki's breath hitched in his throat, fingers gripping your thighs, lifting you up against the wall- and within a minute he was pushing into you, hard length rubbing against your sensitive walls and filling you up. you leaned your head back against the wall with a quiet whine.

todoroki took a minute to breathe, head pressing to your shoulder as he rolled his hips, caressing the underside of your legs tightly to lift you up and down, controlling your movements. a groan pulled from his throat and he panted into your neck.

"we- we really shouldn't do this, but- hngh, fuck- if we're going to we, we have to be... c-careful,"

you tugged on his hair, arching into his touch and pulling him closer to your neck, "i already- ah- i already know," you let out small puffs of air, "todoroki— more,"

todoroki pushed his chest against yours, angling his hips to pound into you faster and harder. his nails dug into your skin and he groaned, tugging you closer. the new angle and pace was bringing you closer to your end.

you moaned, heat pooling in your stomach, pressure building up in your core only to release in waves and ripples with a few thrusts into you. you gripped the muscle in his arm, "todoroki, ah! ohh, fuck,"

todoroki pulled himself out of you and rolled his hard length against you and you took it upon yourself to wrap your hand around him, pumping him only a few times before he was spilling over your fingers. his hips jerked and bucked up into your grip, leaning his head against your shoulder, breathing heavy against your skin.

he pressed his eyes shut and sighed, "i... i don't know why this keeps happening," he swallowed the lump of guilt in his throat and gently placed you down. "we... can't let izuku find out... ever. or anyone else. we just have to be really careful. if he finds out he- we—"

"todoroki, i know," you told him with a small smile. "you don't have to worry, i won't say a thing, we won't let anything slip, and this will be fine."

he had his counter arguments to that.