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noteguk · 3 years

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bro bad influence! jk and reader are 100% the type of couple to argue mid-sex i love this culture

They are!!!!

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[ ! ] this drabble is for “bad influence” — it can, however, be read as a standalone.

— words; 1.8k

— contents and warnings; hmmm smut, semi-public sex, oral (m rec and mention of f rec), unprotected sex, dirty talk, mention of cum play, playfully “arguing” mid-sex, the endless adventures of bad boy!jk x good girl! reader

“I can’t believe you, Jungkook,” your voice came out as an irritated murmur against the warm skin of his neck, barely interrupted by a soft whimper. “We’re gonna be late for class.”

His hand grew tighter around your thigh, pushing your leg higher up. Jungkook was buried deep between your folds, filling you up in every way that you loved, and yet you were a bit too paranoid to fully dive into those sensations. “Hmmm don’t care,” he groaned, the slaps of his skin against yours filling that small cabinet in a rhythmic symphony. Twice already, a broom had fallen on top of you, knocking you right on the forehead, and so you refused to let it go. That entire scene was ridiculous. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned.

You rolled your eyes, amazed at how he managed to ignore everything else but the feeling of your walls clenching around him. The fact that you two were having a quickie in the janitor’s closet, exactly fifteen minutes before your most important class, was bad enough as it was. Your escapade was far from heavenly, with the stiff air impregnated by the nauseating aroma of a hundred different chemical products, the annoyingly flickering lightbulb over you, and, as stated, the paraphernalia that was knocked over every time Jungkook’s thrusts got a little too rough.

“God, why are you like this?” you complained.

He hummed, his fingers digging into your flesh. You could tell that Jungkook was starting to lose himself in you, for the roll of his hips started to get slower, less coordinated, as they always did when he was trying to prolong his pleasure. “Like what?” He breathed out.

You leaned your head back against the wall, looking at those devilish eyes of his. Jungkook’s hair was a mess, exploding around his head like a failed scientific experiment, and you knew that one look was all it took to know that it was sex hair. “Why do you always have to pick the worst time to do this stuff?” you clarified.

He scoffed. “Excuse me, princess, I think it was you who locked us in here,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, but, to be fair, you weren’t expecting that your make-out session would escalate to that. Then again, you were often naive when it came to his antics. “Now stay quiet or people are going to hear you.”

“Fuck off,” you whispered — whispered, because he was right. You had been controlling your moans and whimpers fairly well, but your normal speaking voice wasn’t a good idea either. There was no way to lock the room from the inside, and anyone could open that door at any given second.

Jungkook smirked like he knew what you were thinking about — that fucked-out, greek god smirk that had your knees weak for a second. His face was bathed by the golden light from the bulb, dripping in shadows and lustful gazes. “Wrong answer,” he teased. “You were supposed to say ‘Oh, Jungkook, I can’t keep quiet when you’re fucking me so well’.”

As if to prove his claim, Jungkook placed his face on the crook of your neck and pressed himself even deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock stretching you open was intoxicating, and the timid moan you let out was enough to make him throb inside you, gasping against the sweet scent of your hair.

Still, you wouldn’t bulge. “Gooood, shut up, please,” you whined, interlacing your fingers in his hair. There was a thin layer of sweat on his nape, the expected result from fucking in a hot, closed-off enviroment. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, almost there,” he moaned, picking his pace back up. You had to bite your lip to suppress a particularly loud moan after one of his hands slithered up your abdomen and grabbed your clothed breast, playing with it as he continued to seek his own high. His other hand still had its iron grip on your thigh, keeping your leg up as he continued to pound himself in and out of your wet heat. “Fuck, I love these skirts you wear. Easy access.”

“You’re such a caveman,” you said. Jungkook was breathing heavy against your ear, fighting for air as he mumbled sweet nothings just for you. You were almost overtaken by him — the pounding of his cock inside your pussy, his delicious moans and curses, the praises that he threw your way for being so good for him. Almost. “Don’t cum inside.”

Jungkook visibly tensed up at your request. You could tell that some part of his primitive brain was thinking of repeating one of his past endeavours — one that he came inside you, and made you walk around campus with his cum in you for the rest of the day. It was really hard to keep an upper hand when Jungkook was always knowingly smirking at you from across the room, loving the way that only the two of you knew of that little nasty secret.

(Miraculously, it was one of the few times that he didn’t feel slightly jealous when he saw you talking to other guys, but you didn’t have to know that).

Still, you weren't wearing pants that day, so the whole ordeal wouldn’t be so easy to hide.

A small whimper left his throat as he leaned forward, placing a wet kiss against your lips. You were looking at him with those big, doll-like eyes of yours, and he couldn’t refuse your request even if he wanted to fill you up so bad. “Awn, you’re so mean,” he whined, forehead touching yours. Every shove of his cock inside you had you bouncing up and down against the wall, that stupid broom threatening to tilt once again. “Can I cum in your mouth, baby?”

You hummed, trying to torture him with a fake thinking session. “Don’t know…” You hesitated. Jungkook cursed against your shoulder, his cock throbbing inside you once again. “Do you have gum?”

“Jesus, woman,” he complained, almost choking on his own pleasure. “Yeah, I have gum. Can I do it?”

You smiled. “Suit yourself.” You had to use all the force inside you to place your hands on his shoulders and push him away. Jungkook almost sobbed when he pulled himself out of your heat, his cock glistening with your wetness, swollen and reddened. “And cum quickly or I’ll kill you.”

You got to your knees before Jungkook had the chance to respond, your hand wrapping around his base and pumping him tentatively. He bucked his hips towards you, hissing at the sensitivity. “Listen, I’m really fucking close,” he told you, “and I don’t think you’d fancy a facial right now, so stop with that teasing.”

You chuckled at his comment, fumbling closer to him. “You know me too well.”

With that, you wrapped your lips around his tip, sinking his member inside your mouth until it almost reached your throat. Jungkook cried out in delight, louder than he had the entire time, and you were sure any passing strangers had heard him.

Yet your paranoia was forgotten when he started talking.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, placing his hand on the back of your head and tugging at your hair. Jungkook guided your movements with little force, watching as you had your fun around his cock — sucking and slurping him like it was the best thing in the world, the tears that accumulated at the corners of your eyes looking like a divine gift to him. “God, I love when you suck my cock, fuck—“

You moaned around him, the vibrations feeling like heaven to the boy. With a few more pumps of your mouth around him, Jungkook was coming undone with a loud hiss and a desperate buckle of his hips, calling out your name as he released his cum inside you. “Swallow everything,” his voice was hoarse as he told you that, meeting your watery eyes as you fought to drink every drop of his cum that you could. Jungkook smirked at your efforts, fingers caressing your scalp as you finished cleaning him up. “Good girl.”

You sighed happily at his praise, taking his hand as he helped you back on your feet. You could only hope that your knees wouldn’t be red by the time that you arrived at your classroom.

“Love watching you with my cock in your mouth, baby.” Jungkook leaned closer to you, wrapping his arms on your lower back. He gifted you with a quick peck on the lips, still breathing hard against your mouth. “I hate that you don’t let me snap a picture.”

You laughed at that, running one hand through his messy hair in an attempt to save it a bit. In the end, you decided it would be better if he just pushed it back. “I’m not an idiot, believe it or not.” You smiled. “Gum?”

Jungkook nodded and reached for his jacket’s pocket. “Here you go.” He handed you the small colorful wrapping. You promptly threw a piece in your mouth, humming at the sweet taste. He pouted. “You’re going to class like this? You didn’t cum, baby.”

“I’m aware,” you told him, fixing your panties and skirt. Jungkook didn’t seem to worry about the state of his pants, though, because he didn’t follow your movements. “But I’m not gonna be late to this class, today’s topic is half of what’s gonna be on the test. Pick me up after the lesson and maybe you can deal with my delayed orgasm situation. If I’m feeling nice.”

Jungkook smirked, pulling your body closer to his. “Hmmm, love when you boss me around.”

He kissed you again and, when the kiss started to get a bit too long for your liking, you pushed him away. “Jungkook, listen, I have two fucking minutes—“

“Okay, okay, go.” He rolled his eyes, noticing that his attempts at prolonging your little escapade wouldn’t be fruitful. Jungkook stepped back so he could tug himself back inside his underwear, and you turned around to open the door. As your fingers were curling around the handle, he made sure to add, “Don’t exhaust your wrist with all those notes, princess, you’re gonna need it later.”

And of course he smacked your ass when you walked out.

Thirty minutes after your class was over, Jungkook was happy to have his face buried between your thighs, eating you out on the backseat of his car. Suddenly, it seemed as if you weren’t so worried about being caught, because he never heard you moan so loud.

He made a mental note to do that more often.

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Perch - Chapter 1

The Perch: A Birds Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Sam Wilson

Word Count: 1919

Rating: E

Written For: Sam Wilson Birthday Bang.

Warnings: None on this chapter. Smut and injuries on the series.

Synopsis: During a mission, Sam and Clint are sent to the same spot for surveillance. Normally Sam quite enjoys the teasing of his teammates, but Clint’s constant chatter quickly starts to get on his nerves. As time passes, it becomes clear, when Clint’s annoying you, there might be something else going on.

A/N: Art by @kishock-harpoon. Thank you to @fanficwriter013, @lillianfromaccounting and @mumbles411 for betaing.

Chapter 1

“The two birds, sitting in the perch, watching the others do all the work,” Clint said in a sing-song voice as he crouched on the corner of the building. He scanned between the four other groups. Bucky and Rhodey sat a few buildings down in a similar position. Tony and Nat were walking arm in arm towards the target, while Thor and Steve ‘subtly’ blended in at a coffee shop a few doors down.

“You’re a little too excited about this, Clint,” Sam teased. He’d been focusing on the crowd. The visor had been quickly cataloging every person and cross-referencing between known criminals.

“Well, I don’t get to perch with my bird bro nearly enough,” he said. “Perch? Is perch the word I want? Maybe ‘nest’ would be better.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Let’s stick with perch shall we?”

“We can nest later… eh?” Clint said, the innuendo coated on heavily to his words. Sam was pretty sure if he was sitting closer, Clint would have nudged him.

Sam was used to Clint’s flirting. The guy flirted with everyone. It seemed to be second nature to him. Like breathing. Or loosing an arrow. He flirted with Nat like it was the only language the two of them knew. He flirted with Tony to get him to come fix his stuff. He flirted with Bruce to make him blush. He even flirted with the girls at the Starbucks on the ground floor of the Tower to get free refills on his coffee.

Sam got it. He really did. He liked flirting himself. He was maybe a little more discerning about whom he targeted. But only a little. He just wished that Clint realized there was a time and place. Or at least for him to occasionally mean it.

“I’m not sure falcons and hawks are biologically compatible, Clint,” Sam said. Tony and Natasha had reached the target and now the comms were noisy with the chatter of small talk as they eased them into a false sense of security.

“Neither are hawks and spiders but I still hit that. Hey-yo!” Clint joked, holding up his hand for a high-five. Sam didn't look at him as he cocked his eyebrow questioningly. As the realization of what Clint just said dawned on the archer he dropped his hand again. “Don't tell Nat I just said that.”

Sam chuckled. “We’ll see,” he said. “I might save it, just in case.”

“Sam…” Clint whined, before sitting up straight and leaning forward a little. For a moment, Sam thought he was going ass over head off the side of the building. “Northeast corner. See the guy with the bag?”

Sam switched his focus and tapped the button on the side of his visor. “Oh yeah, definite HYDRA,” Sam said. “You got eyes on him, Cap?”

“Yeah, I see him. We’ll keep watch. Just stay alert,” Steve responded.

“We two can sure do that,” Clint said. “Get it, Sam? Toucan?”

Sam stifled a laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

“I like to think of it as charming,” Clint replied.

Sam’s eyes flicked to the archer. He was smiling and for just a brief second, Sam wondered if the flirting was genuine. Clint was cute if not a complete disaster of a human being. He was fun to be around even if he didn’t seem to take things seriously. Plus those arms. Sam couldn’t pretend it wouldn’t be nice to have those arms wrapped around him. To dig his fingers into those biceps.

He pushed it away. For starters, this was pretty far from the appropriate time and place to be considering doing - well anything - with Clint Barton. Besides, it was just him. Sam wasn’t even 100% sure Clint was into guys. He’d only ever seen him with women.

Sam flicked his eyes back to the street. Tony and Natasha had moved inside and the HYDRA goon on the corner had moved into a shadowed alcove. Clint pulled an arrow out of his quiver and notched it. Sam gazed over the street, the targeting system cataloging every person. Nothing stood out as being out of the ordinary apart of HYDRA on the corner though.

“Did you choose a bird-of-prey as your call sign for the same reason as me, Sam?” Clint asked, without looking over.

Sam knew it was going to be a mistake to engage. He knew it was going to make him groan and roll his eyes. He knew it. But still, he couldn’t stop himself. He needed the punchline. He needed to hear the cringe-worthy piece of filth that Clint had most likely been sitting on for a while now. “I got my callsign because the wings were called the Falcon. I had nothing to do with it. But go on, tell me why you chose a bird-of-prey.”

Clint smirked. “Because I like being on my knees.”

How Sam managed to not crack and burst out laughing then he couldn’t quite say. He wanted to laugh. Maybe if he wasn’t in full work mode he might have. Or maybe it was just that he knew exactly what to say to top it. “Maybe we should just call you the swallow?” He deadpanned.

Clint completely lost it laughing. “That was a good one.”

“Alright, alright. Calm down, bird brain. I know I’m hilarious.” Sam said.

“Yeah, Sam. You quack me up.” Clint teased.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head a little. “Come on now, focus up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Clint said. “I don’t like that goon. What’s he even doing there?”

Sam turned his sights back to the HYDRA agent. “Yeah, me either. Tony and Nat are still chattering though. So I guess we better sit tight until someone says otherwise.”

“Or I could just -” He mimed loosing an arrow.

Sam seriously considered it for a moment. If nothing else, it would force everyone’s hand. But reason got the better of him. “Better not. Gonna have to sit tight a little longer.”

“Aww, you say that like it’s a bad thing. I like being up here with you,” Clint said.

Sam looked at Clint in his peripheral. Logic told him this was just part of Clint’s little routine. That he was hamming it up so that things wouldn’t get too serious. Because if things got too serious this was real and their lives were in danger. Only, he was sure he heard sincerity in his voice. Or maybe… maybe he hoped that was what he was hearing.

He pushed that thought aside quickly. He didn’t have time for a crush on Clint Barton. His flirting wasn’t even that smooth. He wasn’t going to get taken in by the harmless dumbass routine Clint so strongly clung to. Clint was anything but harmless.

“Hey, Clint? When you…” He stopped. He didn’t want to get into this. Not here. Here was a terrible place to try and figure out if the smattering of innuendo and annoying puns were just Clint being Clint or if there was more to that.

Besides…

Sam wasn’t sure if he had it in him again if he was going to be totally honest with himself. He’d done the whole date the guy you served with. When he’d watched Riley fall, it had felt like Sam had had his heart ripped out and dragged down with him. It had taken him a long time to get over that. He still wasn’t totally sure he was. There were still nights he woke up with his heart racing, feeling helpless and broken because he’d been revisiting it in his dreams. And the Avengers was like the Air Force on crack. The fact they’d lost so few felt like dumb luck more than actual skill. The fact a lot of them were supers definitely saved their lives more than once. And Clint was not a super. He worried that starting anything with anyone on the team would just leave him a nervous wreck. To do that with Clint - the most accident-prone, least super of all of them next to Sam - he might just have another breakdown.

“When I what?” Clint asked, his eyes still fixed on the lurker.

“When you’re up here, do you feel more at peace?” Sam asked, covering the original question with something relatively innocuous.

Clint chewed at his bottom lip. “Yeah. I guess. My head is clearer. I like seeing everything at once like this. I feel like I get the picture better.”

“I feel that way about flying,” Sam said. “But with the added adrenaline rush.”

“Because you’re a fellow bird. We like being up in the sky,” Clint said, matter-of-factly.

“What about Kiwis?” Sam teased.

“They’re only barely a bird. They look more like potatoes,” Clint said. “Besides, I bet they wish they could fly.”

“Well, that does it, if I ever see one, I’ll be taking it for a spin,” Sam joked.

Clint started laughing. “I’d pay to see that.”

Sam looked over at him again. That little niggling question of whether Clint’s flirting actually meant something other than him being his usual self. Sam didn’t like this unsure, shy thing he was doing right now. Normally if he was interested in someone he just said so. He didn’t second guess himself like this. This was not Sam Wilson.

“Clint did you…?” He started, once again cutting himself off. This time he internally cursed himself. If he ever did manage to get this question out, Bucky was now never going to let him live it down. If Clint was just being Clint, Bucky would rag on him for falling for the archer’s normal routine. If Clint did genuinely like him, then Bucky would go on about how Sam had gotten all tongue-tied around him.

“Did I what?” Clint asked.

Sam waved him off. “Nothing. Never mind.”

“Aww, come on now, Sam,” Clint said turning to look at him. “Don’t be like that. You can tell me anything.”

“I was just wondering…” Sam said, but something caught his attention in his peripheral. The HYDRA guy made a strange gesture and looked up. Sam followed his eye line and in the building down the road there was a flash and shell tore through the air in the direction of Clint and Sam.

“Wondering what?” Clint asked, still staring directly at Sam.

“Duck!” Sam shouted jumping up and popping the wings from his suit. There was no way Clint could run from this, but he had the vague notion that if he reacted fast enough he could carry them both to where the shell had originated from.

“That’s a good one!” Clint said, laughing.

“No! Duck!” Sam said, running full force into Clint. Clint stumbled and fell back as Sam shoved him over the edge of the building, knocking his bow out of his hand. For a second Sam knew he had this. He wasn’t worried at all, even with the sudden orders being barked by Steve in his ear and chaos on the ground below. He had a grip on Clint and he was supporting his weight fine.

Then the shell hit. The side of the building blew out, raining fire and stone out into the street. The sudden change in air pressure along with the blast buffeted Sam, making him dip and his grip slip.

“Fuck! Shit, Sam!” Clint shouted, scrambling to keep hold. Sam tried to keep hold of him but with the way Clint squirmed, Sam couldn’t keep hold. His fingers slipped from around Clint’s forearms and the archer fell.

// NEXT

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solangelover · 5 years

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Leave Me or Hold Me Close

Solangelo Week 2k19: Day 7 – “Enemies / Lovers” @solangeloweek

A/N: AU where Will has been a year-rounder since age 8 and Nico since age 11, they’re both now 15 and have an intense rivalry-type thing.

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“Ugh, just leave me alone! Why do you feel the need to rant at me, Solace?”

Nico stormed out of the infirmary, leaving a steaming Will Solace standing in the doorway.

“Well, maybe if you stopped being an idiot and getting sent to the infirmary, I wouldn’t have to see you so often!” He nearly stomped his feet in frustration as he glared at the retreating back of Nico di Angelo. But Will wasn’t a child, so he threw his hands up and made incoherent noises of rage.

“That stupid, idiot son of Hades! I just—gah!!” Will shadow-boxed the air as he whipped around and stalked back to his desk. His sister, Kayla, simply watched this all go down with a raised eyebrow. Their three-going-on-four-year long hatred of each other was nothing new, but she felt like it was reaching its peak. Something was going to break soon, but with all the fights, she couldn’t tell exactly what.

As soon as Will sat in his chair, Kayla jumped up on his desk and looked over her shoulder at him. “So, how’s life, big guy?”

Will gave her a withering glare, to which she immediately jumped off the desk and put her hands up in surrender. Still, she stood there, arms crossed and waiting for a reply. Will took a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh. “di Angelo. I just can’t with him! I don’t know what he wants! I try to help him since, hello, I’m head medic and he can’t seem to go one week without ending up here. He’s so dumb I swear. I can’t really avoid him if he keeps needing medical help, so if he doesn’t want to see me then that’s his problem!” He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, effectively disheveling it so he looked a little crazy. Nico was slowly but surely driving him insane.

“Soooo…” Kayla drew out. “What I’m hearing is, you want Nico to be safer because you care about his well-being?”

Will closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. “It’s not like I want him dead, Kayla. Of course I want him to be safer.”

“But you don’t want to see him? Like, at all?”

Will thought about that. He pictured Nico’s annoying face, his harsh glare that was constantly thrown Will’s way, his scowl that always twisted his features. Sometimes, when Nico wasn’t paying attention to Will, he would see Nico look excited, hear him laugh at some dumb joke Percy made, and just be a totally different person than who Will knew. They’d been at camp together for the past few years, and Will couldn’t even remember exactly how their “rivalry” started, but he knew that he was tired of it. It was probably fun in the beginning, but at some point, their insults became real and their fights venomous. Will never knew how strongly he could dislike a person without knowing why.

“Will?” Kayla’s voice brought Will out of his thoughts and back to reality.

He sighed once more and picked his head up to look at his sister. “I’m just tired, sis. I only want some peace in this crazy camp.”

“AGHHHH!” Nico threw another pillow against the wall of his cabin. Annabeth suggested it after she walked in one time to the shattering of a lamp, the ceramic pieces joining various other broken things on the ground.

Nico’s latest trip to the infirmary ended in a yelling match between him and the one and only Doctor Solace. Nico knew he was being stubborn, but the guy was insisting that Nico either come in for check-ups more or just not get injured so often. Honestly, did he think Nico liked getting attacked by monsters? Or losing in a sparring match?

Did Will really hate his face that much?

But then Will also asked for him to come in more often, which he wouldn’t do if he didn’t want to see Nico, right?

No, idiota, Nico chided himself. He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t want to see you.

A knock sounded at Nico’s door, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Percy stood in the open doorway (that Nico forgot to close in his rage) with a concerned yet amused look on his face. “Rough day?”

Nico glared as Percy invited himself in, plopping down on the bed across from Nico’s. Meanwhile, Nico took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, opting to sit right there on the floor in the middle of the cabin. He clutched the pillow he was about to throw to his chest, his fists threatening to rip the material.

Percy popped his head over the foot of the bed to better see Nico. He cocked his head expectantly.

Nico sighed. “It’s just Solace, nothing new.”

“Are you… angry at him?”

“No duh, Jackson.” Nico rolled his eyes at the son of Poseidon. What did he think was going on?

“Just checking,” Percy chuckled. “So, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing!” Nico flew the pillow up in the air and it landed a few feet away from him. He glared at it as if he could scare it into coming back to him. “I did nothing at all, just got hurt in training and went to the infirmary. Then he lectured me on safety and limits like I’m a child. So I got mad and we fought and I left.” He was scowling so hard, Percy was sure his face would get stuck like that.

Percy hummed. “Sounds like he just wants you to be safe?”

“No schist, that’s his job,” Nico deadpanned.

“True,” Percy agreed. “But I don’t see him lecturing many other campers.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Why does he hate me so much that he won’t leave me alone?”

“Well, is that what you want? For him to leave you alone?”

“Would be nice,” Nico grumbled.

“I’m serious, Nico.” Percy waited until Nico met his eyes. “Do you want to never see or speak to Will Solace?”

Nico frowned at that and looked down. Did he? He couldn’t really imagine his life without Will in it. Not that he was the center of his life or anything, but Will had been there since he first got to camp. Will had been one of the first kids to talk to him and try to be his friend. But Nico had been having a tough time and it didn’t manifest well with his temper. He didn’t remember exactly what happened, Nico just knew that one day, they were fighting, and simply never stopped.

What would it be like if he just let that all go?

Percy didn’t interrupt Nico’s thinking, knowing that his friend was a big time internal processor, and this was kind of an important question.

Finally, Nico sighed and looked back at Percy. “I don’t know.”

That night saw them at the campfire. It was going on as usual, with the loud singing of the Apollo kids and non-stop chattering from the Hermes kids. Everyone sat with their friends, laughing up a storm or making crazy gestures as they told stories.

Will sat with his cabin, as well as Lou Ellen and Cecil. Nico was surrounded by Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, along with other random friends. Both boys kept casting glances at the other, new thoughts running through their minds concerning their relationship.

“Geez, what’s up, Will? Feeling thirstier for some di Angelo than usual?”

“What?” Will squeaked as he whipped around to see Lou Ellen with a smirk on her lips.

“Dude, you keep looking over at him. Just talk to him already.” Cecil dropped down in front of Lou Ellen with a freshly toasted marshmallow.

“Yeah seriously, there’s so much sexual tension between you two, you could cut it with a knife.” To prove her point, Lou Ellen held up a shiny dagger in her hand.

“Lou! Put that away, that’s dangerous!” Will scolded. She grinned widely, and a second later her dagger disappeared in a puff of smoke and mist. Annoying Hecate kids.

“But seriously,” she leaned in. “What’s going on?”

Will sighed, turning fully to his friend so his back was to Nico. “I’m just… thinking. I don’t know what, but I want to talk to Nico. Civilly. I want to be, I don’t know, his actual friend, not his enemy or rival.”

Lou Ellen and Cecil shared a look, then met Will’s eyes with a smile. “That’s a great idea, Will. The gods know your guys’ game of hard-to-get has been going on long enough,” Cecil stated.

Will sputtered, “Will you two stop?? I said I want to be his friend, stop implying!” Will was blushing at this point, and he hoped he could blame it on the firelight. By the looks on his best friends’ faces, it was probably obvious.

“Whatever,” Will shook his hair out as he turned back toward the fire. Maybe he could talk to Nico after the campfire.

“Nico, if you keep glancing over there, I will literally lose it.”

Nico turned to see Annabeth mid-eye roll. “What are you talking about?”

“Bro, she’s talking about you constantly looking over at Solace, like this whole night.” Percy slung a comforting arm around his girlfriend, as if Nico was actually causing her stress. “If you wanna talk to him, just get up and go.”

Nico scowled at the couple. “I don’t want to talk to him. I think he’s seen me enough for one day.”

“Oh my gods, Nico. Will doesn’t actually hate you,” Annabeth stated.

“Really? So we just fight constantly for fun?” Nico said sarcastically.

“Ugh! Just shut up already!” Drew called down from a couple rows up the bleachers. The daughter of Aphrodite was always listening in for gossip. “I swear, di Angelo, stop throwing yourself a pity party and go. It’s about time you and Mr. Sunshine end your flirtationship and make some progress. We’ve been sitting on this for years!” She immediately went back to filing her nails.

Nico gaped at her. “What the Hades??” He turned to look at his friends, who all avoided eye contact. “What is she talking about?” When they still didn’t look at him, Nico narrowed his eyes, turning to the one he thought might crack. “Grover, tell me you don’t all think that.”

“Uhhhhhh,” Grover nervously chewed on some soda can, glancing to the side before answering with a high-pitched, “yes?”

“What the…” Nico stood up and fully faced his friends. “I don’t—it’s not—that’s not what’s happening here!” He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he chalked that up to anger.

Unsure of where to go from there, Nico just walked off, glancing back over his shoulder towards Will, who happened to look up at the same time. Their eyes met, noticing something different in Will’s eyes. Before the moment stretched on for too long, Nico turned away and left the campfire.

“Nico, wait!”

Nico turned to see Will jogging up to meet him. He stopped before climbing the steps to his cabin as Will reached him, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Why’d you leave early?”

“I was being tortured by my friends. What do you want?” He winced when it came out a lot harsher than Nico intended. Way to start a friendship, di Angelo. “Sorry, I just…”

“No worries, I get it.” Will didn’t think he’d ever heard Nico apologize to him before. Maybe this just might work out. “Um…” He didn’t know exactly how to articulate everything he’d been thinking over. Luckily for him, Nico was impulsive and nervous.

“Did you know everyone thinks we like each other?” Will didn’t miss Nico cringing at his own outburst. It made him smile a little. “I mean, like, like like each other,” he said quietly as he nervously twisted his skull ring.

Will couldn’t really say he knew, but he wasn’t exactly surprised after Lou Ellen’s comments. “I—it’s—nevermind that. We’ll deal with that later.” Will shook his head and took a deep breath. “Can we just, start over? Be friends? I don’t mind us fighting still, but I’d like to, I don’t know, not be so… mean? Gods, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Will covered his eyes with his hand, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here?

Nico’s lips parted in a small ‘o’ of understanding. Seemed like he and Will were on the same page for once. “Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, yeah, I agree. I still strongly dislike you right now,” Will rolled his eyes and Nico chuckled, which was pretty friendly for them. “But less hatred would be nice.”

Will brightened, and it definitely did not make Nico’s night, that’s ridiculous. “Truce?” He held out a hand.

“Truce.” Nico gripped Will’s hand firmly, giving it a small shake.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they both had the same thought.

Let’s see where this takes us.

A/N: I was gonna try go all the way to lovers but my slow-build brain wouldn’t let me, sorry.

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In which Natsuo meets Yaoyorozu Part 2/2

As requested by @foxxhunter44! the second part for the fic and I just wanna say its been my hc for a long time that todo is scared of horror movies; more of Natsuo teasing Shouto and Momo HEHE once again I had fun writing this and thanks to those who supported the first part :D!

BEEP. BEEP.

Shouto stared at the speck flashing at the corner of his phone and saw a photo of Natsuo’s comical expression appear, replacing the usual picture of Yaoyorozu in his costume.

Seems like it’s a phone call from his older brother. MM. Rare.

“Hello?” The young boy spoke, pressing the phone on his cheek, “What’s up Natsu.”

“YO,” a playful voice came, “You got to your room already? Showered yet?”

Shouto tossed the damp towel on his head forward, aiming right beside the vase of purple flowers on the drawer.

‘Yes, I just showered.”

“Thanks for showing me around today. I had a lot of fun, I’m going to share the video with Fuyumi and Mom in a bit.”

“Great.”

Shouto could hear rustling on the other side before Natsuo continued.

“I guess we haven’t really spent much time together before nor have we ever had ‘guys talk’ before...you know....between two bros...I’d understand if you feel awkward---”

“No, that’d be nice,” Shouto said abruptly and sat crossed legged on his futon, “We could talk before I head to bed.”

Shouto had a feeling Natsuo must be grinning from ear to ear.

“Cool!” His older brother’s voice raised in pitch, “So...was the demonstrating hard on ya today?”

“Nope, just like usual,” Shouto determined after a thoughtful second, “Our team worked well together, just that Shouji’s team ended up getting the prize since...” The younger Todoroki let up an almost inaudible sigh, “....since I was overconfident and didn't listen to my teammates.”

He could imagine Natsuo searching for words.

“Ah, well you know, you did save Momo-chan after though. I was all like holy shit my brother’s so cool! I was pointing at you, telling everyone we’re related.”

Shouto rested his chin on his knee and figured he wouldn’t bother correcting him on the whole ‘Momo-chan’ issue.

“I was actually wondering if you could help me with something, Natsu.”

Was he sure he wanted advice from Kaminari the second? Shouto tapped a finger against his foot and pondered as his wet hair continued to soak the back of his V-neck tee.

“Yeah?”

“I want to make it up to her, I mean, Yaoyorozu, for making her go through that. What should I do that’s the best?”

Natsuo made a brief choking noise.

“Of course you should take her out and treat her to a relaxing day, my good little brother!”

Shouto cocked a brow at Natsuo’s unnatural speech as if he came out of a 1980s musical. And he almost sounded excited?

“Sure I guess.” The younger Todoroki muttered hesitantly, “Like bring her for lunch or something?”

“Something simple would do, Momo-chan seems like a simple person. Take her to the theatres, watch a movie, maybe oh I dunno...bring her home for dinner? You know Fuyumi is a great cook!”

Shouto couldn’t deny that his older sister should’ve been a chef if she had decided against her current career path. Her omelette rice rivaled the ones he had when he was visiting Osaka.

“Alright, thanks Natsuo, I’ll take your word.”

“Now go over and tell her in person right now!”

Shouto wanted to tell his older brother to calm down. “Right now? But its late.”

Natsuo huffed. “Yes, right now. It’s more sincere. Tell me how it goes. Fuyumi’s calling for me, guess she made some late night snack. Talk to ya later! Good luck!”

“Uh, okay,” The fire and ice user mumbled into the mic, “See you.”

The call had ended. Shouto scratched his head, putting the phone back to the charging station. Guess he had to go find Aizawa sensei first; after all, there were some strict rules in place in the dorms.

` The scent of freshly made earl grey tea lingered around her as she lied face first, smothering herself onto the pillow. Yaoyorozu muffled out a sigh, tension releasing from her sore, overworked muscles as Jirou pressed the ‘play’ button on the cracked screen of her phone.

“Michael Jones’ pianoscapes,” Jirou rested her elbow on her bent knee and said, “your favourite.”

“Thank you,” Yaoyorozu murmured and stretched both of her arms fervently upwards as if trying to touch the sky, “my mother seemed pretty impressed with me today so I’m very content with myself. But...”

The clink of Jirou’s tea cup was met with a perplexed expression as she sank further onto the mattress.

“But?”

“But my parents wouldn’t stop asking me about Todoroki-san and it’s been bothering me since!”

The short-haired heroine twirled her earphone jacks loosely and let out a lax giggle. “How DID it feel when Todoroki carried you though? Honest to god, I was really worried about you until I saw him, quite literally, FLY towards you on a bed of ice. SSSZZZHOOOOM.” Jirou zipped a flat palm across the air as if to imitate a takeoff. “It was like a scene from a K drama, you know?!”

“Jirou-san, you and my parents are sounding awfully similar now.”

“Hey hey,” the girl sitting opposite of Yaoyorozu raised a finger tenderly, “Just asking out of curiosity, I don’t have any other intention, unless you mean the intention of confirming whether or not you like Todoroki then you’re not wrong.”

“JIROU UGH PLEASE.” Yaoyorozu agonized as she tossed a beany baby at her best friend. The latter caught it with laughter. “We are definitely not like that, I LIKE HIM AS...”

“A FRIEND,” Jirou finished for her, while making imaginery apostrophes in the air, “I know your excuses Yaomomo, even his older bro was asking about you two. God how dense are you? And you’re supposed to be the most intelligent one in our class!” Yaoyorozu scrunched her nose in agitation, “Well I’m going to sleep so stop the....”

Two steady knocks howled against the door just then and both of the girls uncrossed their legs. It was probably Ochako returning her notes from the second class.

“Who is it?” Jirou called out.

“Uh, its Todoroki. ”

Yaoyorozu’s mouth pursed into a thin line.

Jirou turned her head towards the black-haired girl so fast that her earjacks slapped herself in the face. Oh man, Jirou’s probably cackling victoriously deep inside right now.

If only I could wipe that shit-eating grin right off your face, Yaoyorozu thought as her best friend started walking towards the door.

Shouto went silent on the other side as Jirou opened a slight gap, only enough to see his left eye. “Ooh you’re so dead Todoroki,” Jirou said looking quite proud of herself, “You know you’re not allowed here in the girls’ building.”

“I got special permission from Aizawa-sensei just now.”

Jirou stopped the door from widening any further with her knee. “Fine,” she said as she peered through the gap, “what do you want from us, are you here to say how you voted for Yaomomo again ‘cas gees Todoroki you’re getting real sappy nowadays.”

“JIROU-SAN!!!” Yaoyorozu yelled behind her friend, not leaving the comfort of her bed. This was getting ridiculously embarrassing! Though she and the other girls did do the same when Jirou first got together with Kaminari.

“Actually I just wanna talk to Yaoyorozu privately,” the boy informed in a nonchalant tone, “but if you two are busy I’ll leave.”

“Wait!” Yaoyorozu frantically flailed her arms as she tried to slip into her fuzzy socks, “Jirou please give us a moment?”

The earphone heroine rolled her eyes and released her grip from the doorknob. “You can have all the moments you want. I’ll go shower and get to bed then.” She paused and stared at Shouto who now took a slight step into the vicinity. “Just so you know, Yaomomo and I don’t keep secrets from each other so don’t think I wouldn’t know what’s going on.”

Yaoyorozu facepalmed and waved her hand, hurrying her best friend to leave them in peace. The latter returned a shrewd scowl and stuck her tongue out before heading out the halls, most likely awaiting the juicy gossip after.

“Todoroki-san please sit!” The black-haired girl stood up to fix up the nearby chair ridden with unworn clothes. Woops was that a red bra lying around? She quickly pushed it under the covers.

“What do you wish to speak to me about?”

The boy ran a hand through the white side of his hair and tried to hide the fact that he did indeed see that red bra. “Glad you aren’t asleep yet. Guess I should’ve texted you first but I left my phone in the room. I came to... apologize for today.”

Yaoyorozu tilted her head in a dainty manner. Apologize? For what?

He wasn’t sure if she was pretending to be confused but he cleared his throat and continued. “For making you hang halfway dead on the edge of a cliff. I take full responsibility, I should’ve accounted for the dangers but I didn’t.”

“That’s okay,” the girl answered, watching him lower onto the velvet-covered chair, “We all learn from our mistakes. That’s what makes us great heroes!”

She is so. dang. considerate. It literally HURTS to see her be so naive.

Shouto forced a smile. “But I still can’t help but feel bad for it. Let me make it up to you somehow? I’m thinking a movie and then dinner at my place?”

A blush creeped on her face as she curled a loose piece of her pony tail behind her ear. Shouto watched her dark eyes wander.

“Yeah okay, I’d like that,” Yaoyorozu finally said and took the last sip of her tea, “Ah, where are my manners, I totally forgot to pour you some earl grey tea!”

Shouto shook his head, pushing himself up from his seat, “It’s okay Yaoyorozu. I’m about to head out. I’ll get the tickets online and meet you tomorrow at the lobby around 2?”

“Ya sure!” The girl nodded her head earnestly and followed him to the door “I’m looking forward to it!”

“Night.”

“Night!”

She pressed the door to a close a tad bit too fast when she could no longer see Shouto’s shadow or hear his footsteps, and she bit her lip hoping she hadn’t disturb anyone’s sleep.

The girl skipped towards her bed after pinching herself. Ouch. Okay she wasn’t dreaming. Blood once again rushed away from her extremities and she felt numb. Numbingly happy that was! How was she supposed to sleep tonight knowing full well she had a date with Todoroki Shouto tomorrow?

She kicked her feet up and plopped satisfied onto her plushies, casually throwing one up into the air.

Tomorrow she’ll have to wake up early and pick something nice to wear.

10:02pm Shouto: I got tickets to A quiet place. some thriller

10:02pm Shouto: nothing else left so I had no choice.

10:08pm Natsuo: kk good! the theatre on 5th st right? have fun! I alrdy told sis u 2 coming over for din

10:08pm Shouto: ya thats the closest theatre. whats she making

10:09pm Natsuo: she said you have too much soba so shes making tomato and fish roe pasta. come back by 6

10:09pm Shouto: ok ttyl

“SIS!!” Natsuo screamed running towards her as she cleaned the dishes, “Shouto’s bringing Momo-chan to watch a movie tomorrow...”

“You’re not thinking of stalking them are you?” Fuyumi glared at him, “If Shouto finds out you will die a horrible death.”

The white haired boy pouted. “Aw man but I wanna see what’s gonna happen...I’ll be careful,” he took out his phone in a hurry, “Lemme get a ticket before its all sold out. Aight only one showing for that movie, thank god I dun hafta guess which time.”

He made a few taps. “Okay done. Wish me luck sis!”

Fuyumi rolled her eyes, a look of displeasure etched on her face as she flicked a soap bubble onto her brother’s forehead. “Just make sure you’re back for dinner you idiot.”

“Yaoyorozu, you ready to go?”

The fire and ice user had arrived exactly at 2pm but the girl awaiting him had gotten there even earlier. His heterochromic eyes did a casual up-down that she hadn’t notice; he quite liked the outfit she had on today--a plain navy blue top and a long white chiffon skirt. Very Yaoyorozu-like.

Mineta was standing at the corner of the room muttering something along the lines of ‘eff you Todoroki you big bozo thinking you’re so cool...etcetc’ but Shouto had completely ignored his grape-ass face.

“Todoroki-san! Ya let’s go, which movie are we watching today?” Yaoyorozu replied and donned a lovely smile, pearly teeth showing.

The boy gloved his hand into his pocket, pushing his nylon crossbody bag behind his waist, “A Quiet Place. Have you heard of it?”

Yaoyorouzu’s auspicious eyes lit up even more.

“Of course!” She answered him, a hand clutching her ivory handbag. She had a light bounce in her steps. “I’ve been waiting to watch this. I hope it’s not too scary.”

Shouto bit his lower lip. Shit. He didn’t even check what the heck the movie was really about.

“Uh, I don’t know,” he shrugged and said, inwardly chastising his own carelessness, “It’s probably not that bad.”

“Well if it was,” Yaoyorozu said, tongue-in-cheek, “You could always lean on me.”

The trailers weren’t on yet when they had arrived and luckily there were many seats still free. They chose somewhere not too close and not too far from the screen and ensconced right in the middle. Yaoyorozu had wanted popcorn and so Todoroki went to grab some (with extra butter, she had requested) before saying excuse me several times to get back to where they were sitting.

“Thank you,” the girl whispered as the first trailer finally appeared and took the crunchy snack off his hands. He wondered how much she was going to eat as she had already stuffed two handfuls into her mouth.

Lipids, he remembered, must be to maintain the lipids.

For a second he thought he had heard a familiar voice behind him but he shook it off and decided to prepare himself for the movie. Truth be told, he absolutely despised scary movies. He thought ‘thriller’ meant ‘thriller’ but now that he checked again, the word ‘horror’ was present right under the genre in the movie’s description box on google. Shouto inhaled deeply and ordered himself to relax.

3:00pm Natsuo: the movies about to start I'm sitting right behind dem, shouto bought momo popcorn what a gentleman

3:00pm Fuyumi: okok you think momo likes cheesecake? im at the bakery

3:01pm Natsuo: ya ok get cake pls if she doesnt like it ill eat it

3:01pm Fuyumi: haha

3:02pm Natsuo: why isnt shouto wrapping an arm around her its gonna be scary for godsake

3:02pm Natsuo: you think I should text him

3:03pm Fuyumi: NO u du

3:03pm Fuyumi: dumbass**

3:04pm Natsuo: fine shit I just kicked momochans chair ok gotta hide

"The guy behind me keeps bumping into my chair," Yaoyorozu said trying hard to lower her voice, chin pointing downwards. She was about to see who it was when Shouto turned around before she could.

"Sorry do you mind not kicking my friend's seat." Shouto deadpanned, twisting his shoulder over. He came eye to eye with a guy in a hoodie and sunglasses.

"Err sorry kid." Natsuo tried to sound more mature than he was, pulling onto his black hoodie. Did his white hair poke through? Hopefully not.

"K no prob."

Phew, Natsuo thought, good thing it's so dark here.

Shouto turned back to the screen wondering why the hell he looked so suspicious. He guessed some people just had incomprehensible fashion sense.

“AHHHH!!!” One of the childhood actors screamed on screen and Yaoyorozu leaned forward as if she wanted herself to be in the movie. Her hand missed the popcorn bag a few times before successfully stuffing another handful of buttery goodness in her mouth.

Fuckity fuck fuck, I want this to end!!! Shouto thought, hands sweating, eyes popping out of its sockets. His arms stuck together against his lap when a monster had jumped out of nowhere in front of him. He flinched with his eyes shut tight. Yaoyorozu was so focused that her hair didn’t even move. The boy opened one eye and saw from the slits of light reflected on Yaoyorozu’s eager expression that she indeed was in love with what was happening.

Alright, the character on the screen just got mulled to death.

Shouto took another gulp of air and tried to visualize himself in his room. His zen room. Eating cold soba. With tempura.

But just then, another shriek made him grab onto Yaoyorozu’s right arm almost instinctively. The girl placed his hand on her lap and with the other she stroked his forearm in a soothing manner as if to tell him to calm down.

This was not the way he wanted the date to go. Okay actually this was not a date. Not a date.

The young boy saw the couple beside them hugging tightly as if they’d die if they let go. He rolled his eyes.

“Todoroki-san.” He felt her hot breath against his ear and noticed she had closed the distance between them, making him shiver. “Are you alright?”

Her voice was just above a whisper and he mumbled a “uh huh.”

Yaoyorozu seemed content with that response and placed his hand back on his knee.

Dang it. He thought. I actually liked the way she was touching my arm. Fuck what the heck are you thinking Todoroki Shouto?!

The boy swallowed hard and figured there should only be another half and hour of torture left. He’ll manage. He’ll just close his eyes until then.

4:42pm Fuyumi: so hows it

4:42pm Natsuo: omg i just got out. horrible. it was scary af. i saw shouto flinch at least 100x

4:45pm Fuyumi: you both suck at watching horror movies

4:46pm Natsuo: ya i know, also now ive lost them ‘cas i went to the washroom

4:46pm Fuyumi: im guessing shouto didn’t see you

4:50pm Natsuo: ya not yet, im pree good at this

4:51pm Natsuo: ok I found them looks like they’re heading back to our place

4:52pm Natsuo: also wtfuck shouto has momochan as his wallpaper

4:52pm Fuyumi: ya hes had it for awhile, she let him use it so

4:55pm Natsuo: lmao

“WOOO,” Yaoyorozu exasperated, “That was amazing! I loved the acting!”

Shouto meekly smiled back. “Yes, that was...good.”

The girl noted the insincerity in his voice and puckered her lips. “I didn’t know that the great Todoroki Shouto was that afraid of horror movies.” Yaoyorozu’s teasing tone made the boy shoot her a stern glare.

“I’m just not great with jump scares.”

“Okay,” She hummed playfully, “Whatever you say. But all in all, thank you, I very much enjoyed it.”

“Cool, fulfilled the purpose then. I’m glad.”

A young boy donning a baseball cap and overalls pulled his mom over. His tongue and mouth were coated with chocolate.

“Mommy!” He cried, “It’s Shouto from UA!”

Yaoyorozu and Shouto immediately exchanged glances and the former suppressed a chortle. The kid tugged his mom’s sleeve again leaving tiny cocoa fingerprints.

“Say hi,” The mother encouraged.

The kid grew stiff. “Hel--Hello Shouto. I watched you fight before.”

Shouto rested his hand on his neck and his lips curved slightly, wondering what it was he was supposed to do. Wave? Shake hands? Also shouldn’t the mom clean up her kid?

“Would you like a picture with him?” Yaoyorozu cooed and crouched down to eye-level with the little boy who started to shuffle around his mother’s hold.

“You’re Creati,” he said, focusing on his shoelaces, “You’re cool too.”

“I’m sure my son would love a picture with both of you, if that’s okay?” The mother grinned and asked, “Come on, Kazu.”

Shouto answered with a meek ‘mm’ and shrugged. If Yaoyorozu wanted to, then he’d be fine with it. He touched the kid’s shoulder lightly and urged him to stand in between him and the creation heroine who was immediately beaming. The mother angled the camera carefully, finally deciding to shift an inch to her right.

“Say cheese!” The older woman called out and after what felt like several shots, she raised a thumbs up.

“These pictures are great, thank you very much. My son really likes UA and he hopes to one day be in it.”

Shouto extended his hand over to pat the kid on the back.

“Work hard.” The fire and ice user simply said, managing to at least sound somewhat friendly, and the kid almost had tears in his eyes.

“Thank you. See you and Creati again.”

With several waves, the two young heroes said their goodbyes.

“Kazu’s a nice name,” Yaoyorozu pondered for a minute, turning on her heels, “I like it. Hope we’ll meet him again and see what kind of hero he’ll become.”

Shouto could only nod in response. Observing Yaoyorozu’s motherly behaviour with kids was a scene to behold; she really does give off an approachable vibe that he decided was something to be admired.

The rest of the way to Todoroki’s house was a hodgepodge of silliness; Yaoyorozu laughed wholeheartedly when Shouto insisted that Bakugou would have for sure died if he were in the movie.

“It’s called A Quiet Place, Yaoyorozu,” Shouto began, “You think Bakugou wouldn’t have been attacked within the first 5 seconds? I swear he would be the one asking for death, screaming ‘COME ON DIE!!!!!’ while ten monsters came at him full speed.”

The girl coughed, choking on her own saliva, “Yes of course! He would also most likely push Midoriya-san to some luring trap. Oh poor Midoriya-san.”

The fire and ice hero gave a chuckle. It wasn’t everyday he had time like this with Yaoyorozu. She was probably the only one who could make him feel almost as though Endeavor had never existed.

Speaking of that, was his father going to be having dinner tonight? The thought immediately killed the mood. Although, he wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or not that his father did seem to favour Yaoyorozu. He saw the girl beside him tilt her head towards him.

“You okay, Todoroki-san?” Yaoyorozu had knitted her brows together when she noticed her friend’s sudden quietness.

“It’s nothing,” he lied, fist clenched,“Let’s get to the bus stop before we miss the next one.”

“Oh my god good thing I took the taxi,” Natsuo cried when he came back home, “ I did it, I was like a ninja. He didn’t notice anything.”

Fuyumi had already begun prepping the ingredients when the white haired boy had strolled in, folding his shades back into the holder.

“Good job dating master. If you could make yourself useful, please set the table.”

Natsuo scowled. “Alright sis, don’t hafta make fun of me.” He counted exactly five pairs of chopsticks before sliding the drawer back in. “If you were there you would have seen the way Shouto looks at her.”

“Yes I’ve seen it and hence,” Fuyumi started flinging the ladle towards the boy, steam coming out of it, “why I didn’t want you to interfere. BUT you did sorta make this date happen so kudos to you.”

Natsuo chuckled. “Yes and kudos to you for telling dad to come home for dinner. How'd you do it?"

He could see his sister grin mischievously.

“All I said was Shouto’s bringing his friend over and dad automatically assumed it was Momo-chan.”

Natsuo was impressed with how easy that sounded. “We make a great duo sis.”

“We would’ve had more fun if you’d just stop hiding at your college, Natsu,” Fuyumi said looking peeved as she took a taste out of the tomato sauce, and Natsuo could only answer with a monotonous hum. He did consider moving back but perhaps now wasn’t the best time. He just couldn’t get his head away from thinking about Touya.

“I’m back,” Shouto announced. The whiff of fresh basil and oregano filled his senses and his stomach let out a low growl. He took a step forward to make room for Yaoyorozu who slid the door to a close.

It’s been awhile since he’d return home and somehow he yearned to sit with his sister again just to enjoy casual tv with soba. Maybe deep down he was more family-oriented that he had thought.

After he gestured Yaoyorozu to leave her shoes beside his, Shouto did a scan. Nothing was displaced, even the medal he got from UA still hung above the clock.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” Yaoyorozu spoke and bowed as she placed her hands gently in the mid of her skirt. “Thanks for having me.”

She remembered coming here long time ago, the chalky sound of the paper sliding doors reawakening those fond memories of when she used to help Shouto study math. He seems a lot better with it now; in addition to that, Yaoyorozu do not recall studying with the boy ever since he aced his calculus exam. She grimaced inwardly at the thought.

A wisp of white and red hair caught her attention.

“Hello Yaoyorozu-chan!” Fuyumi still had the same bookish demeanor completed with an amiable smile, “Welcome, I’ve missed you! It’s been awhile hasn’t it?”

“Yes it sure has been.” the younger girl replied and did another modest bow.

The fire and ice user had always felt unease seeing such formal mannerisms but with Yaoyorozu, it came as natural as the sky was blue.

“Sis, did you and Natsuo go out today?” he asked, somewhat distracted by his brother’s messily placed sneakers.

Fuyumi hesitated a laugh. “Oh yes Natsu went out for a job earlier and I had to go get groceries.”

“He didn’t help you carry it home?” Shouto inquired. Strange, Natsuo’s shoes still looked somewhat damp from the puddles outside.

“Uh, of course he did silly!” Fuyumi said with a slap of her wrist, “We came home together!”

Shouto shrugged and glanced at the girl who was now scrutinizing a potted orchid beside the foyer.

“Yaoyorozu,” he nudged, “I’ll take you to the dining room.”

“Oh ya, okay!” The girl said, straightening herself, her purse swinging as she did so.

“And I’m apologizing in advance if Natsuo scares you. He’s a bit over-reactive.”

“Don’t worry, I had a great chat with him last time!”

“Yeah that’s the problem, he misunderstands the relationship between us.”

Crap, he couldn’t retract his words now that he let it slip.

“Huh?” Yaoyorozu said, slowing down her pace, and the boy in front of him pulled the door wide open.

“Nevermind what I said,” Shouto groaned. Looks like there will be exactly 5 people in this dinner which meant his devil of a dad was going to be here soon as well. If there was something he hated more than having dinner with his dad was having dinner with his dad while Yaoyorozu was here.

The time before, his dad asked Yaoyorozu so many different questions it felt like she was here for an interview to join an internship under him. The time before that one, his dad actually gawked in respectful silence because he practically forced Yaoyorozu to a game of chess after dessert in which she won against him in less than 5 moves. Then there’s that one time when she spoke so passionately about the theory of relativity (because she just watched Interstellar the night prior) that both his sister and his dad looked utterly dazzled. She was a mine of knowledge and he wasn’t one to contest but the impressed grin on his dad’s usually ascetic face made him hurl.

“Something wrong?” His companion couldn’t help but ask and Shouto shook his head, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, eyes wandering as he lied.

“It’s nothing," Shouto answered, trailing off, "...I’ll grab you something to drink.”

Dinner was served at exactly 6:15. Yaoyorozu was seated between Fuyumi and Shouto while Natsuo sat across. Enji was late by a bit and it was highly likely that he had rushed home from work because of the occasion. For the life of him Shouto was confused why everyone seemed to be overly worked up by it. It wasn't like the queen was over for dinner.

Yaoyorozu was poised, legs folded, spine straight (the ballet lessons when she took when she was 8 was most likely the explanation) and took a sip of her miso soup. Shouto noticed she had rounded her delicate fingers around the steaming bowl with such precision that he contemplated whether or not Yaoyorozu had ever had the time to learn anything besides etiquette when she was a child.

There was a galling silence ever since his father had entered the room and finally Natsuo decided to step up.

"So Yaoyorozu-chan, how was your day today?"

He mentally did a somersault thinking his brother was going to let her nickname slip again. Face unchanging, Shouto figured the pasta needed a little more salt and reached for it.

"It was great! Todoroki-san treated me to a movie."

Was that a smirk on Enji's face? The fire and ice user tilted the salt dispenser and shook it a few times too many. He swallowed a gulp, dread pooling inside his stomach and grimaced when Natsuo nudged him with his knee.

"Shouto you took her to a movie?!" Natsuo said sounding fake as hell as though he wasn't the one who told his little brother to do it in the first place, "Which one?"

"A Quiet Place."

(For a second he wished they were in the movie right now, at least no one would have to talk)

Fuyumi hummed like it was a great choice.

"I heard it's scary," The woman tried to join the conversation, tipping over to her pasta, "Did Yaoyorozu-chan like it?"

"Yes I did! The premise was excellent, not to mention I actually felt scared. I believe Todoroki-san very much enjoyed it as well."

"Oh Shouto hates horror movies." Enji randomly popped in, the tofu in his mouth half-chewed. "I tried showing 'The Ring' to him when he was 3. Only weakness I'll allow him to have."

Good ol' Enji, ruining everything he's a part of.

"Maybe that's why. 'Cas he has childhood trauma." Natsuo slammed his miso soup bowl and emphasized.

Everyone had to stop chewing for a second to comprehend what was happening.

It was at that moment that Shouto sincerely had a need to face plant onto a plate of tomato sauce. Truly the only way for him to rest in peace.

"Dad, Natsu... now is not the time..." Fuyumi intervened.

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't like it?" Yaoyorozu's lips turned downwards looking like she had just gotten 95 instead of 100 on an exam. The light reflecting off her glistening eyes made her appear even more disappointed.

"As long as you liked it I don't mind," Shouto merely said while attempting to twirl the pasta up his chopsticks. If only he'd opted for forks instead.

At that, Natsuo seemed overtly appeased, gorging yet another broken up tofu with pieces of bitter yuzu stuck on it.

"So," Enji proceeded, "Yaoyorozu, you're interning with who again?"

Someone tape his goddamn mouth, Shouto grunted inside.

"Ms.Uwabami, sir," the girl answered without hesitation.

"Still?"

"Yes I've been learning quite a lot!"

Enji gawked. "Such a smart young lady like you should be interning with only the best. And I think you know who I'm talking about."

Yaoyorozu's gaze uplifted. "Oh yes! All Might, of course! Though he is no longer fit to battle anymore unfortunately."

Shouto choked, soup threatening to exit his nostrils. Natsuo and Fuyumi actually clammed up and Enji's fire moustache flared for a few seconds.

Did his female seatmate, the usual courteous, cordial lady of the Yaoyorozu family just shut his father up? Shouto clamped his hand against the coarse fabric of his pants to suppress the bouts of laughter that was about to flourish. His heart beat quickened and he questioned whether Yaoyorozu would ever stop surprising him.

"Ah, yes...All Might." His father still tried to redeem himself. His face looked rather heated now. "I was actually speaking for myself. I would like to extend an offer to you, Yaoyorozu, you could learn with my son, Shouto. I admire your courage and intelligence, a heroine like yourself would surely make great use in my agency."

"Thank you very much, I am zealous about such an opportunity but..."

"Yes?"

Yaoyorozu cleared her throat. "When I say I am learning lots from Ms.Uwabami, I'm not joking. She has shown me not only how to fight and protect citizens but also fun endeavors such as making ads and so forth."

Enji gritted his teeth. Natsuo and Shouto suddenly had appetite again.

"I believe 'appearing on tv' and 'modelling' are a waste of time and resources. But, it's beyond doubt that you would uptake my offer again in the future. I believe that. I'd even consider it if you'd wish to be my sidekick."

A wry, reluctant smile appeared on the girl's face as she smoothed down her skirt.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

After chatting with Fuyumi and Natsuo, Yaoyorozu had the impression that she was even more welcomed than she had originally hoped. Enji had made a thoughtless remark about how he wanted tea and Yaoyorozu volunteered to brew some, with a gorgeous smile to boot. With each sip, Enji made a satisfied gesture as if he hadn't had tea for a long time. Awhile after when Shouto was basically forced (by Natsuo and Fuyumi) to show his collection of cat-themed merchandise, the clock had already struck 8. A signal for leave.

"These were supposed to be for your family," Yaoyorozu said extending a box of Fornum and Mason out of her bag, "I think I had too much fun today and had forgotten! Sorry about that."

The girl handed it over to the boy while balancing herself to put on her shoes.

"Thank you." Shouto said eyeing her carefully as he settled the box on top of a cupboard, "You’re not going back to the dorms for the weekend right? I feel like I should bring you home."

"No it is --"

Without a creak, Enji had managed to appear behind the pair.

"Yes Shouto, be a gentleman and take her home. We would be happy to see you again Yaoyorozu, thank you for the gift and take care."

"Wow who the hell replaced our dad with an alien?" Shouto heard Natsuo mumble to Fuyumi.

Shouto hated to agree with his dad but for once he felt like they were thinking in the same channel.

"Yes Yaoyorozu, it wouldn't take me that long anyway. Let's go."

"Well," the girl began, ignoring the butterflies fleeting in her gut, "if you insist."

It could be the way her heels clicked against the soddened asphalt or that oddly alluring sound she makes when she giggles, but Todoroki Shouto found himself wanting to find out more and more about her.

Whether it was simply sitting beside her with no task at hand, or watching her make matroyshka dolls in a blink of an eye, the boy concluded it was something he was looking forward to.

“odoroki--Todoroki-san? Hello?” Yaoyorozu waved her hands in front of his face. The boy blinked twice.

“Oh sorry, you were saying?”

“I was asking you if you could ask your sister for the pasta sauce recipe.”

“Oh, yea of course.”

Yaoyorozu locked her arms beside her, the moonbeam rendering her like a doll.

“I hope you liked spending time with me,” she said carefully as if the words were a secret, and Todoroki nodded in response.

“Sure thing, we should do this more.” He said, watching her sway her skirt whimsically, one step at a time. And perhaps to Mineta and Awase’s chagrin, he thought.

Yaoyorozu pressed her palms together as she slowed down in pace. “You think I was a little bit rude to your dad?”

Shouto held down a snort.

“Definitely not. You were just speaking the truth.”

The girl grinned and rubbed her hands together briskly. “Okay, just making sure, I didn’t want to give off the wrong vibe.”

“Don’t worry,” he ensured and watched her cross her arms in front of her chest, “You cold?”

Yaoyorozu quickly released her arms to her side, slightly sheepish.

“No, no, I’m alright---”

Shouto didn’t listen to her full explanation and wrapped his left arm around her shoulder. They were so close he could smell her shampoo---highly likely the one she’s been advertising for.

He hadn’t notice her cautious eyes, the area underneath going pink. Shouto continued to look forward, focusing on the lulling of the crickets and the dispersed street lights amongst the night fog.

“My left side can warm you up,” he said and she grew even more stiff.

“Thanks, Todoroki-san.”

All of a sudden he grabbed her further to his side, and she let out a gasp.

Oh, there was a bike passing by, she thought as the cyclist dawdled through.

“Better watch where we’re going,” he said. He felt the phone in his pocket vibrate and cursed under his breath. Must be Natsuo.

“You should check it, Todoroki-san.” She said, voice soft.

Naturally she walked in tandem in front of him, allowing him to release his hold and he checked the message.

8:30pm Natsuo: you okay?

8:31pm Shouto: ya

The boy inserted it back before another message came again.

8:32pm Natsuo: dun kill me but u should give her a hug or something, just a suggestion

Shouto gaped at his screen irritated and shoved it into his pockets in vex. If he could he would telepathically swear at Natsu, sadly that was not his quirk.

“Well, my house is just this turn,” Yaoyorozu spoke, pointing briefly behind her, “that was a quick walk.”

Her eyes seemed to speak to him then and without much attention, he tilted forward, strong arms spread, ending in a tight a hug. She snuggled against his neck for a short second and began to panic.

“WH-WHAT, Todoroki-san?! What are you doing?!”

“You’re uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have done that.”

She shook her head immediately.

“I just wasn’t expecting it...” Yaoyorozu twirled a piece of loose hair and took a step back, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She observed him discreetly and noticed his usual habit of resting his hand against his neck had resurfaced. A sign that he was either embarrassed or weary.

She took his hand in hers, “Safe walk home? And I’ll see you on Monday?”

Shouto sent her a smirk, one that his fans would probably dwell on.

“Ya, see you.”

9:12pm Yaoyorozu: home?

9:12pm Todoroki: yes

9:13pm Yaoyorozu: :)

9:15pm Todoroki: could you do me a favour and not tell ppl about my fear

9:16pm Yaoyorozu: of ?

9:16pm Todoroki: scary movies.

9:18pm Yaoyorozu: of course, except I already told jirou

9:18pm Todoroki: .....

9:18pm Yaoyorozu: jokes hehe :) goodnights

9:20pm Todoroki: night

9:30pm Todoroki: shit my sis forgot to give you some cake, ill bring it to your house tomorrow

9:31pm Yaoyorozu: isn’t that just an excuse to see me? :)

9:31pm Todoroki: maybe, k night.

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