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[chapter 18: the one where they face the music]

summary: in which izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.

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YOU ARE COMPLETELY HELPLESS.

And boy, oh boy, do you know it.

because only you could watch a boy walk into such a romantically decorated room, hand in hand with another girl, and still have your heart beat to the rhythm of every step he takes. only you could watch him tuck a stray hair behind her ear and still have your heart hammer against your chest at the idea of him doing that to you. and only you could watch as his emerald eyes scan the room subtly and delusionally think that he's looking for you.

there was probably a gaping hole on the side of your head, with the way your once boisterous friends stood quietly to your left, looking at you to gauge any negative reaction.

you weakly shoot a smile their way before gazing at the spectacle in front of you once more.

it doesn't take much for midoriya and camie to capture the attention of the whole room - izuku midoriya is gorgeous in his own right, he always has been - but tonight he is resplendent. black tuxes have always been known to make a man more attractive. sure, that was true. but as midoriya moves further into the room it became strikingly obvious not only to you, but to everyone else in the room, that the black tuxedo might've been made for him and him alone.

you slam your eyes shut tightly, knowing that if you stare at him any longer a pool of drool will drown you and everyone else in this auditorium. and your insurance definitely doesn't cover that.

you focus your attention on your friends and their dates standing next to you, turning your back to your crush and his date, ignoring the sinking feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"now i feel insecure. babe, we should leave early and change into our jammies." kirishima mumbled, pulling at the points of his hair, and avoiding eye-contact.

"babe, you look great, stop it." she assures him, stopping his nervous tick it's tracks, and soothingly rubbing his back.

"i will admit he's better looking than anyone gives him credit for - dare i say, he's underrated." kaminari pipes up, earning a nod in agreeance from his girlfriend.

"babbeeee, you weren't supposed to agree." kaminari whines, earning and eyeroll from jirou.

"you feeling okay, y/n?" your best friend asks, causing your laughter at your electric friend to die in your throat, a look of concern pressed against his features. sero's date, a nice guy from general studies you'd met previously, shares the same look. clearly, sero has clued him in.

"mhm. i'm doing swell." you hum, as an itch crawls up the side of your arms.

was the room always this loud?

"are you even listening to me?"

no.

no you weren't.

that was a hard thing to do when the mumblings and giggles of the nearby groups of girls were reverberating in your ears at unsafe decibels.

it's not easy to ignore the sound of his laugh or see his perfect smile and look away, but you do it. you do it because you have to.

but for whatever reason it's damn near impossible to tune out the strangers who would've never given him the time of day otherwise talking about him.

"damn, i should've dm-ed him when i had the chance. he's hot."

"is the girl he came with his girlfriend? fuck, does she even know how lucky she is?"

"the things i would do to see that tux on the floor of my r-"

tune it out. tune it out. tune it out.

the longer you listen, the more enraged you'll become, and you have absolutely no right to be enraged. you're not his girlfriend. you're not anyone. you're not camie. you're not camie.

a calloused hand places itself on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. your date stands next to you, a blank expression on his features, as he stares past you and over at the dazzling couple behind you.

you glance over your shoulder, watching as camie places a shy hand on midoriya's bicep, leaning into him as they greet his friends. she looks absolutely stunning, a little uncomfortable, but beautiful all the same. then again, you can't name a time she didn't.

why couldn't you have driven a less attractive woman into the arms of the man you love? it would have at least made you feel a little better about yourself.

"you need a drink," katsuki mumbles beside you, slicing your intense thoughts in half. he'd always been good at that, snapping you back into reality. you'd almost forgotten he was there because of how quiet he's been since you arrived. despite claiming that you would immediately part ways upon arrival, he hadn't left your side once since the night began.

you turned your attention to the typically-aggravated blonde standing closely beside you, as the light hand on your shoulder begins to steer you away from your anxieties in human form and to something less daunting: the snack bar.

"have you ever liked someone so much that you didn't care if they liked you back? you just cared if they were happy?" you asked a few minutes later, after tucking into one of the mini cupcakes they had on display.

"no, but it seems to be a common thing that you idiots feel," he responds honestly, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

"is this spiked?"

"drink it."

you do. it's fucking horrible.

"do you think it's a bad thing to feel?" you ask.

"i think it's neither here or nor there, it seems to be something you people with overly big hearts feel," your date responds, "i cannot imagine telling the person i like to be with someone else just because i want them to be happy. be happy with me or be single - that's how i feel about the whole thing."

"that's awful, kats."

"no, that's fighting for what you want. something you haven't even tried to do. you heard there was competition and gave up before you even tried. you don't even really know how deku feels." he retorted.

"of course, i do! i mean look at who he came with." you shift your head slightly in the direction you knew camie and midoriya were standing, still unable to look at them.

bakugou shakes his head, convinced that you have got to be the most daft person in this auditorium right now, "you are helpless."

you laugh at that.

"listen, you could stand here sulking all night, and fuck, i'd let you, i don't give that much of a shit," he continues, "but this stupid dance has been at the forefront of everyone's mind, and it would be great if i didn't have to hear you bitching and moaning about how you didn't have a good time tomorrow morning."

a mischievous, yet genuine smile creeps up your face as you extend your hand out to the blonde in front of you, "that was a roundabout way of asking me to dance, katsu."

"shut up."

IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE DUMBEST MAN ALIVE. yes, that may sound like a bold claim coming from a place of regret and self-pity, and lord knows that may be true - but what if i told you it was the full unadulterated truth? that he truly was the most incompetent person in the room he was in?

would you believe me?

honestly, it wouldn't matter if you didn't.

because he believes it.

he believes it for me, you, and everyone else within a thousand-mile radius. he believes it from the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes. he believes it so much you can visibly see him shaking with anger at his position at the snack bar.

he doesn't even really remember how he got here. from the moment he stepped out of the 4-kilometer limo, his entire night so far has been blurring together.

he remembers helping camie out of the limo, he remembers entering the auditorium, and he remembers the whispers. but he does not remember seeing you.

for a moment he believes that you've decided to stay home. for a moment he is convinced he can leave this dance early and go and talk to you at your dorm a day early.

but that's not the case.

god, he wishes that were the case because now he has to stand here, against the back wall of the dancefloor, and watch you dazzle the room as you switch between dance partners captivating every person who your hands meet.

izuku midoriya is the dumbest man in the world today because he hurt you yesterday, and there is nothing he can do about it until tomorrow.

so he has to fill his night with playing the wallflower role, watching you from a safe distance. not that he could get any closer if he wanted to. sero's been watching him since the night began and there was almost no way in hell that midoriya was getting to you without going through him first.

he watched wordlessly as bakugou, his nemesis, best friend, and the other things in between, entered the rotation. he twirled you up in the air, the most angelic giggles escaping from your lips, cries of laughter between pleas of mercy.

izuku wonders about the last time that smile was directed at him. he also wonders how discreetly he can activate one-for-all before bakugou notices and attacks him first.

it's been a long time since midoriya felt an ounce of jealousy toward his childhood friend. i mean, you live 14 years in a man's shadow and you think that's the most resentment you can feel towards him.

how shocking it must be to realize that years of childhood trauma don't even hold a candle to what he's feeling right now?

midoriya threw his head back downing the last of his overly sweet, potentially-spiked punch.

"drowning yourself in gross drinks doesn't help by the way," an unexpected voice called from beside him. izuku glanced over only to be met with the side profile of his good friend, ochaco.

she leaned against the wall cooly, bopping her head to the pop music playing, "have you spoken to her yet?"

"i haven't. sero's been playing guard dog all night," the freckled teen commented, reaching to pour himself another drink before his hand was swatted away by his friend.

"you gonna confess?"

"i mean in a normal circumstance you would. but i don't even have real confirmation that she likes me. i only have context clues, and todoroki's cryptic ass texts."

"you need more than that?"

"hearing her say it would be nice because the googly eyes she's making at kacchan right now aren't helping my confidence much." midoriya laughed drily, resting his face in his palms, "it also doesn't help that she thinks I have feelings for someone else."

"you've both really made a mess of things." she comments bluntly.

"thank you, that's helpful."

it's silent for a few moments after that, causing midoriya to turn his head and look at his friend. she appears contemplative with her furrowed eyebrows and the chewing of her bottom lip.

"you want help, deku? fine, i'll give you help. you're gonna have a window of 17 seconds to get to her without anyone intervening." she states, out of practically nowhere.

"i beg your pardon?"

"i'm going to distract sero and his date, it's going to take roughly 17 seconds before he realizes what's going on and turns around to get to y/n, by then, i expect you to already be there confessing your undying love or whatever," she explains as she stands up.

"i can't-"

"can't or won't?" she shuts him down immediately, already walking away before midoriya was able to get a word in at all.

instantaneously, uraraka is at work, she is delighting sero and his boyfriend, and they're laughing as midoriya is cutting through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible.

he finally reaches bakugou, who is no longer dancing with you and instead recording videos for kirishima and mina.

"where is y/n?" midoriya hurriedly asks.

"what took you so fucking long, idiot?" the irritated blonde inquired.

"doctor's orders: stay away from y/n."

"and you actually listened to that crap? psh, now i really know you're an idiot," bakugou rolls his eyes, "she's dancing with that metal fucker from 2b."

it doesn't take much effort to find tetsutetsu. the strobe lights on the dancefloor reflects off him making him an equal parts blinding disco ball and a beautiful one.

"tetsu, do you mind if i cut in?"

his voice immediately sends shivers up your spine, causing each individual hair on your body to stand on end.

please tetsu. please tetsu. please tetsu.

the downside to tetsu being metal is that he cannot feel the change in pressure applied to his body. because there's no way in hell he would've felt the vice grip you had on his shoulders and still assuredly and happily say, "go for it, bro! don't let me stop you!" and immediately step back into the crowd. that would've never happened.

unfortunately it did.

"don't run away. i need to talk to you." he exhaled, reading your thoughts in an instant, and practically cementing your feet in place.

you rolled you eyes sublty, crossing your arms over you chest hoping that this action will protect your heart from the incoming stabbing pain it will face.

i mean isn't it obvious why he wants to talk to you?

he saw you here with bakugou at some point during the night and he probably asked todoroki what was going on, and the jig was finally up. odd are he told him everything. and it's most likely he's flattered but uninterested.

this was izuku midoriya trying to let you down gently and god, did you feel pretty fucking pathetic.

you inhaled deepy as midoriya took your hand in his and pulled you close to him, making it impossible for him to not feel the rapid way in which your heart was beating. your face heated at the thought of him knowing just how nervous he made you.

you'd love to bathe in the warmth of his body and breathe in his pine scent, but you couldn't help but wonder where camie was. imagine how she'd feel if she saw you pressed up against her date like this.

before you could make a move to put distance between you and midoriya, he began speaking.

"are you thinking about, camie?" midoriya asked quietly, clearly able to read the expression on your face.

"yeah." you replied timidly.

"she's gone." he responded, emphasizing that last word.

you slowly raised your head, to meet his eyes for the first time since he arrived in the auditorium, "what?"

"she went to go see her boyfriend."

"i don't understand," you respond, a fog you didn't even realize was there to start with began to clear.

"i've been trying to tell you that camie and i were never together."

"but her twitter-"

"she was trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, which obviously it worked because she left within the first 20 minutes of us being here to be with him, which you would've noticed if you weren't avoiding me," he explained, taking your hand in his, "camie and i were never together. she and i were just using each other as a distraction from our problems. we are friends. nothing more nothing less,"

you stared at him in disbelief, the fog quickly turning into a red haze of anger, "why wouldn't you just tell me that from the beginning? and why did you even need to use camie? i mean, we'd gotten pretty close by that point, i don't understand why you couldn't confide in me, izuku," you say half to him, and half to yourself, ripping your hand out of his grasp in the process.

he loved hearing you say his first name, but not like this. not when you're angry with him.

"it is complicated," he frowned, defeat playing on his soft features.

"bullshit. you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about your problems. midoriya, i told you everything." you whisper-shouted, your heart jumping into your throat.

you'd quickly become very conscious of the fact that you were having this heated discussion in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by your peers. and it sure as hell didn't help that uraraka, sero, and, bakugou were all staring at you two from a distant spot on the wall of the dancefloor.

exasperated and mildly embarrassed, you unhook yourself from midoriya's steady grasp on your waist and storm your way out onto the balcony. he followed closely behind.

you thought the cold air would give you some clarity or maybe some kind of idea on how to navigate this conversation, but all it really did was anger you further, "why don't you trust me?" you choked out, tears brimming in your eyes.

"i- i do." midoriya pleaded.

"you don't!" you spat, turning your back to him and looking out to the musutafu skyline, finally allowing the tears to kiss your cheeks.

"you don't," you whispered, hanging your head, "you opted to rent a girlfriend and confuse the masses rather than just talk to me about your problems."

"how do you expect me to talk about my problems to the problem, y/n?" he finally snapped, turning you whole body to face him with one swift movement.

you pause, mulling over the weight of his words for a second.

"you're the problem, y/n." he starts, running an exasperated fist through his hair, "you've been the problem since the first time you messaged me. honestly, you've been the problem since we met!" he's pacing now, "seriously what did you want me to do? come to you and tell you how you're all i can think about and that all i wanna do is punch my best friend in the face because the girl i am hopelessly in love with loves him instead?"

he's in love with you?

izuku midoriya is in love with you?

your body is like a magnet, it moves all on it's own.

"you know, i had this whole speech i was gonna give you about how i was sorry for letting you think that even for an instant, there was another girl in my life that meant as much to me as you did-"

"oh, were you?" you cut in, stepping closer to him.

"-and i was going to tell you how sorry i am that i made you sad and that if you allowed me to do right by you, i would do everything in my power to make sure that you never felt sad again." he declares, breathless by the time he's finished his monologue.

"you have feelings for me?" you ask, inching closer to him.

"it's relatively impossible not to, y/n, have you met yourself?" he responds with a sigh, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead.

"poor taste." you quip, getting a rare eye roll from the boy in front of you.

"so, you started talking to camie to distract yourself from your feelings for me because you wanted me to be happy?" you question slowly, wanting to catch every change in reaction his face makes. you get a little closer.

"and you dropped todoroki without telling me because you thought i was into camie, and you wanted me to be happy?" he retorted. he's moving a little too.

a small laugh can't help but play in your throat before you deeply exhale, and bring your palm up to cup his freckled cheek. as if it were the most natural thing, he begins nuzzling into the warmth of your hand.

"i hate when he's right," you hum, thinking of your best friend and the first words he ever said to you when you mentioned involving midoriya in this whole mess, "he's never gonna let me live this down." you murmur, caressing the freckles under your thumb.

"when who is ri-" midoriya tries to inquire, but the words die in his throat, as you move towards him suddenly, lifting your head, and pressing your lips against his. after a few moments, you make a move to pull away, but the hand that wraps around your neck, and the other that holds your cheek holds you stationary, and simultaneously causes the kiss to deepen significantly. it does take much longer to confirm your suspicion that there is probably nothing else in the world you enjoy more than kissing izuku midoriya.

"wait, wait, wait," the greenette pulls away, earning a whiny groan from you, "as much i love that, i need to know what this means. i need to hear you say it."

"it means that i am hopelessly in love with you too. and that i'm sorry for putting you through that emotional rollercoaster. it means i am yours for as long as you'll have me." you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"hm." midoriya hummed in satisfaction, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, "can we agree on something?"

"sure."

"when it comes to one another, let's vow to be eternally selfish."

"pft, vowing to have you all to myself forever?" you laugh, "consider it done."

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FUN FACT: i am a sucker for a happy ending.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months

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look you brought this onto yourself with that ask you sent me lmao

smutty drabble feat. keigo pretty please? if you're not comfortable writing keigo, that's cool, i'd be happy with anyone you pick.

(except endeavor. fuck endeavor.)

So, you want to fuck endeavor? I'm kidding. The man is an asshat. Um, I want to write so badly for you a little something about Hawks. But I only know of him through posts on here and internet research. I'm just at the part on MHA where Midoriya and Todoroki went up against each other to weed out the crowd. So I don't know anything of Keigo's character =(.

I will however, come back to this when I have learned more about him. In the meantime, here's this. Hope it will hold you over! Thank you for your ask!!

*aged up characters 18+*

A BRIEF BATTLE OF THE SEX

Midoriya gave you a spare key today. He wanted to take that next step in the relationship.

"My home will be your home now. Whenever you want, ok, sweetie?" He said as you peppered kisses all over his face.

You were so excited for this.

So excited in fact, that you were sneaking in after midnight. You wanted to surprise him with a little treat.

A little sexy treat.

You slowly open the door, careful not to make any noise. You tiptoe to his bedroom.

You enter, closing the door behind you. You smile as you see him lying in bed. His hair was in a state of disarray. His lips slightly parted as he breathed through his mouth. Deep, slow breaths.

It occurred to you that maybe you should just crawl into bed with him and hold him. But he just looked too good there with the sheets draped over his body, covering only up to his waist.

You pull the covers off his body, revealing his boxers. You lean over him and lick your lips. You take hold of his dick through the fabric of his underwear and gently squeeze it.

Midoriya stirs, but he doesn't wake up. You continue to stroke him.

"Mmm.." he shifts a little and moans quietly.

You pull down his boxers and take his dick in your hand. It was already hard. You smile to yourself. He must be dreaming about something good. You take him in your mouth and start to suck.

"Mmmm.." he groans as he slowly wakes up. He runs his hand through your hair as he pushes you further down his length.

You moan as his cock hits the back of your throat. He starts to thrust his hips upward, forcing you to take more of him.

"Good girl." He says softly. "Fuck, you're so good at this."

You feel his fingers tighten their grip on your hair. He starts to fuck your mouth harder.

"Ohhhh....fuck yes.." he groans.

You pull back and look up at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure. He looks so sexy right now.

You stroke him faster with your hand as you take one of his balls in your mouth. You gently suck on it, making him moan loudly.

"FUCK! YES! SUCK ON MY BAH - HALLS!" he yells.

You do as you're told. You take the other one in your mouth and suck on it hard.

"FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!" he shouts.

You feel his body tense up. He grabs you by the hair and pushes your face down on his dick. He thrusts hard into your mouth as he cums, shooting his load down your throat.

You swallow it all.

"Holy shit.." he breathes. "That was ... Jesus, Uraraka."

You look up at him and smile but then you realize what he just said.

"The fuck?" You ask, as you start to hit him with an open hand.

"I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!!" He laughs as he pulls you up and kisses you hard. "I know it's you, y/n. I'd know your mouth anywhere."

You relax and laugh a little at his shit joke. You know his heart (and cock) belong to only you.

"And anyway, she only comes by on Thursdays."

“Ok, you little shit …” You climb up onto his face and wait until you're about to cum and say "Oh, Kachaan, you know just how to get me off. Hoh, baby boy, fuck yes!"

Midoriya stops licking your clit and says "Wait ..."

You burst into laughter, falling off his face and onto the bed.

"Hey, THAT'S not funny!" He pouts.

"It was." You giggle and kiss him. "Now, please finish eating my pussy. I want to cum on your face."

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