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Midoriya has been acting off all day. Sluggish body language and reduced performance gave Shoto reason to worry — and even worse, Midoriya kept denying that anything was wrong. Shoto knew him better than that— they've been friends for, what, three years now?— and Shoto knew that there was only one reasonable solution.
That Midoriya was sick.
Right as they were released for their last class of the day, Shoto had decided that he would take care of Midoriya, if he wanted it or not. Essentially taking a quest all across their campus, by the time he was done he had cold medicine, snacks, water, heating pads and regular pads (just in case; when it was that time of the month Izuku struggled to take care of himself), socks, and a box of katsudon.
Despite the gripes Shoto had with his old man, having his credit card at his whims was always helpful for times like this.
He returns to the dorms proper with all of the things he needed, not paying his classmates much mind as they watch him go by, confused. He thinks he hears Ashido question out loud Ooh, are those for Yaoyorozu, but the comment goes in one ear and out the other.
He makes it to the floor of Izuku's dorm room, approaching the door and knocking on it, careful not to drop the hot box of food. There's no response, and Shoto knocks again.
It's still quiet on the other side. Maybe he isn't in his room?
Seeing that the door is unlocked, Shoto hums. “Midoriya, I'm coming in,” he warns before entering, locking the door behind him.
His friend was face down on his bed, wrapped around in a blanket like a cocoon. Shoto winces. So it was worse than he thought.
“..Midoriya.”
Izuku shifts his position, slowly, moving onto his side and meeting Shoto's gaze. “.. Oh,” He breathes, sluggish. “Hi, Shoto-kun.”
“Hi.” He responds in turn. “Are you okay?”
The stare Izuku gives him makes Shoto feel stupid. “No.” He responds. The way his hair framed his face and swept over his made Shoto feel—
..He should nip that bud. “Right,” Shoto responds with a sheepish ghost of a smile. “I brought you some things. What's wrong, Midoriya? Are you having your cycle?”
Izuku's cheeks flush. “I— No. Not yet, but I feel it coming,” He mumbles. “And my head is pounding, my nose is clogged —”
“That doesn't sound good,” Shoto ponders. He approaches and sits on the bed.
“Wait— No, if it's contagious—”
“My quirk tends to kill most sicknesses before they can really affect me,” He explains, placing the box of katsudon down beside him and beginning to take out the cold medicine and water. “So I'll probably be fine.”
Izuku frowns, slightly. “Did you really buy all of this for me?”
“Why wouldn't I?” Genuinely confusing, because — Midoriya has been his friend for so long, his best friend, and of course Shoto would be willing to help him.
“I just.. I don't know, it makes me feel like a leech.”
Shoto pats Izuku's arm. “Don't think of yourself like that. I did this because I wanted to. And you're my friend.” He removes the pads from the bag next. “Just in case you needed some.”
“I .. did, actually..”
“I got you heating pads too. I would use my quirk to ease your cramps, but I know I can't always be there,” Shoto looks over at Izuku as he muses, whose cheeks become dark, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Midoriya?”
“You.” Izuku coughs. “Shoto-kun. You shouldn't — say things. Like that.”
“..Why not?”
He coughs again, as if he was trying to send a message. If he was, Shoto didn't quite understand what he was trying to get across. “People will think we're — you know, a couple—”
Shoto blinks. Thinks. Then his own cheeks go bright pink and he breathes. “Ah,” He shrugs half-heartedly. “If it was you,” He begins, before he finishes his sentence, hesitantly. “I don't think I would mind very much.”
Midoriya stares at him, an unreadable look in his green eyes, and Shoto worries if he overstepped a boundary— the idea of losing Midoriya as his friend, that scared him more than anything else— “Shoto-kun.”
“I— Yeah?”
“Seriously. You have to stop saying stuff like that,” He responds, “It makes me feel weird.”
“Oh,” Shoto frowns. “I'm sorry for making you feel weird.”
“No, I— don't apologize!” Izuku says, “Just— I dunno, can you pull these blankets off of me?”
Shoto nods. He leans over, helping Izuku out of the blankets he was trapped in. Izuku reaches for the water bottle and the pills, opening the container and swallowing two. “Will these make me sleepy?”
“They .. shouldn't.” He responds, unsure, “I tried to find some that didn't make you drowsy.”
His friend smiles weakly, “Thank you. You've always been too good to me.”
“I'm not being too good to you,” Shoto carefully pulls Izuku close, offering him the box of katsudon. “I'm just giving you the kindness you deserve.”
Izuku blinks, then he smiles. He begins to eat the katsudon, quietly, and the silence is .. heavy. Shoto's eyes focus on Izuku, as the chopsticks hit the box. Izuku's thigh is pressing against Shoto's own and—
He's cute.
And suddenly, Shoto's gut twists. Thinking that about his best friend? His best friend who wasn't feeling well— what the hell was wrong with him? He feels his cheeks grow warm as his gut swirls and he feels the need to die, right then and there.
Izuku glances over at him, raising an eyebrow, and Shoto feels even worse.
He needs to go.
“Shoto-kun , what's wrong?” Izuku questions, shifting his position, which only brings their bodies closer. He looks so concerned and worried despite his own illness and it makes Shoto feel even worse.
“Nothing,” Shoto tries to deflect, but he knows Izuku doesn't believe him. Izuku's gaze roams over Shoto, examining him, before his eyes suddenly shift in perspective.
Then Izuku stares at him. Long and hard.
“... Why are you looking at me like that, Midoriya?”
“Shoto-kun,” Izuku begins, pauses, then he continues very slowly. “Do you have a boner?”
Without missing a beat, Shoto's face begins to smoke, and Izuku panics. He quickly reaches over, katsudon falling to the floor, and he tries to pat down the flames that threatened to grow.
“You—” Shoto coughs, “Can't say things like that, Midoriya!”
“I— Hey, no, that's my line!” Izuku continues to palm Shoto's face, only letting up once the smoke dissipates entirely. “I was just asking —”
Shoto thinks he needs to die.
“I'm gonna go,” He says as he stands abruptly, but Izuku reaches out and takes his arm.
“Midoriya—”
“I don't — think you're weird.” Izuku says, finally. “Or, like, a creep, if that's what you're worried about. Just— I don't know, it kinda surprised me—”
Shoto stares at Izuku, face flushed and dark, his gaze shifted away, head tilted down, and his heart stirs. His pants grow tighter, and Shoto realizes he's getting off on this.
And his arousal is clear to his best friend.
…He needs to die.
Izuku gently pulls Shoto back onto the bed. “Look— Was it random? Those things happen, erections come out of nowhere—”
“Midoriya, I think I need to die.”
“Don't say that,” Izuku sighs. “Shoto-kun, I just— I don't know, I don't want us to ignore it. That'll just make things weird between us, and I don't.. I don't want things to be weird between us.”
Shoto frowns, his head moves to escape Izuku's eyes, but he reaches out, gently takes Shoto's face into his own, and makes Shoto focus on him.
“Where are you looking, Shoto-kun?” Izuku asks, quietly. The words are familiar— from a time that felt so distant now. “Look at me. Tell me.”
His frown deepens, before his hands meet Izuku's waist. His fingers slide across the fabric covering his skin, and— the words escape out of him like a waterfall. “I like you,” Shoto says, and he's unable to make the words stop.
“I like you, Midoriya. I— I like you, so much, and— I have since we were first years,” Shoto's letting it all out and he feels so — embarrassed, because he knows he doesn't have a chance, and he knows there's no reason for him to feel so stupidly sappy. But Izuku nods. Izuku comes closer and knocks their foreheads together.
“I think you're — amazing,” Shoto whispers, voice breaking, “So amazing. And brave and kind and — Fuck, I like you so much that— that it hurts. I don't know how— how to keep it all in. I like you that much. And I know you probably don't feel the same, but I—”
He's suddenly silenced into muffled sounds when Izuku presses his lips onto Shoto's, holding his face firmly but gently. He gasps as Izuku moves closer, placing a thigh between his legs.
His eyes flutter closed and Shoto whines as Izuku deepens the kiss— he never imagined he'd get this far— it was like he was glimpsing into some alternate universe, it was like he was seeing stars.
When Shoto's tongue licks at Izuku's lips, begging for entrance, Izuku obliges. Their tongues dance — Shoto's fingertips move underneath Izuku's shirt and slides across bronze skin, and Izuku's trembling in response makes Shoto think— he must be doing something right.
When they pull away, saliva escapes his mouth and creates a line down his chin. Izuku's giggle disperses any embarrassment Shoto could've had. “You're kinda stupid, Shoto-kun.”
“I— Huh?”
“I like you too. Silly.” He says, shifting closer, placing himself on Shoto's thigh. “I mean— That's why I got so embarrassed when I said that stuff earlier. When you said you wouldn't mind being in a relationship if it was with me—”
“I mean that,” Shoto mumbles, “I meant every word I said.”
“I know,” He kisses the corner of Shoto's mouth. “You're so kind, you know that? So sweet. You're always looking out for me.”
“Midoriya—”
“Izuku,” He corrects them as their noses touch. “You're always— always so good to me, Shoto-kun. You think you're this terrible person, but you're not. You're not. You're good. You're so good, Shoto-kun. It's why I love you.”
Love.
“And you don't have to keep it all in anymore, okay?” He presses another kiss onto his mouth, gentler and full of adoration. “I'm here. So.. Tell me what you want.”
“You're — Midoriya—”
“Izuku.”
“Izuku,” It spills out of Shoto's mouth as if it was forbidden. “You're — you're not feeling well, I can't ask you— for anything —”
“Always so thoughtful.” He mumbles. “I love that about you, too. So thoughtful and kind.. come on, pretty boy. Tell me what you want.”
“I..” Shoto begins, but he chokes on his own words. He thinks he's going to explode. “Izuku— I just — want you.”
“Hmmm.”
“In — In any way I can have you.”
Izuku laughs, and.. Shoto feels like he's in paradise, or something close to it. He feels like he could revel in this forever, Izuku's lovely laugh, his darkened cheeks, the way he sat over his lap.
Shoto's fingers trail over the waistband of Izuku's shorts. “Izuku — is this okay, can I—”
“Whatever you want, Shoto-kun. I'll — I'll do the same for you. Okay?”
He nods. Shoto hesitates for a moment, fingers sliding under. Izuku presses their bodies closer as he carefully shifts down Shoto's pants. Swallowing down any hesitation that remained, he slid down Izuku's shorts and his boxers. His own pants are discarded on the floor, and — He feels so vulnerable like this. Izuku pushes him down onto the bed, and he stares at him. He drinks him in.
“You're amazing,” Shoto tells him, gaze trying to focus on his face rather than what was beneath. Izuku pouts, and he shifts lower.
“Wanna know what I'm going to do to you, pretty boy?” Izuku asks, gaze mischievous, almost dark— Shoto wonders how he ever lived without that look only on him. “I've never done this before, but I— I want to ruin you.”
“You can ruin me,” He wraps his arms around Izuku's waist, and even from here he can see how in between Izuku's thighs, he was already glistening, already wet. “You can do whatever you want to m—Fuck—”
Izuku's folds only rub the tip of his cock, but even that's enough for Shoto to whine. A moan is stuck in his throat, his heart is pounding. His eyes slowly shift over to look, to really look. Izuku's eyes are heavy-lidded, lips slightly parted.
“You're so—” Izuku chokes, growing uncertain in his tone. “—It’s big.” He finishes, rubbing himself on the tip again, and Shoto finds himself letting out a warbled, pathetic moan. Izuku gasps himself, holding onto Shoto's shirt tight.
“I— I'm sorry,” He apologizes as he and Izuku stare at each other. They hadn't even done anything, not yet, but Shoto worries he's going to finish before they do anything more serious. “I just — haven't done this before—”
“No, it's fine!” Izuku squeaks, “I. Shit.”
Shoto's lips turn to a frown as Izuku's expression shifts. He was so confident just a moment ago. “Is— Is something wrong? Izuku?”
“I’m getting all worried all of a sudden,” Izuku's body is trembling, and Shoto pulls him closer. “That I'll mess this up— I want it to be good for you— I felt so certain, but..”
“..Hey,” He leans in and kisses Izuku's bottom lip. “We're — we're learning together, right? And I don't want you to only focus on my happiness. It's.. It's about you, too.”
“..Yeah,” Izuku nods. “Yeah.”
Shoto reaches to pull Izuku closer, but— a hot, wet warmth engulfs his cock, and it makes his head spin. “Izu—” He’s trying to collect his thoughts, to stay somewhat composed, but Izuku sinks lower, all the way down, and Shoto gasps, bucking his hips up to go deeper.
Izuku isn't doing much, just bouncing on it, but— fuck, it feels amazing, and warm, and Izuku's pretty eyes are focused on him, and him only. Izuku's moaning, making little sounds that's music to his ears. His lidded-eyes and parted lips had him mesmerized.
And Shoto wonders— how did he ever make it a day without Izuku? His hands grasp onto Izuku's waist, afraid that if he lets go, the pretty angel riding him will disappear. The one that saved him, over and over and over, the one that was so kind, so loving, even when nobody else was. When nobody else saw the pain behind his walls.
He feels stupid getting all sappy, especially right now, with Izuku's hands laid flat on his chest so he can keep himself steady. “Do— Do you like it, am I doing good—?” Izuku's question is desperate for approval, but Shoto wonders when Izuku ever disappointed him.
“You're so good,” Shoto thinks he could stay like this forever, Izuku on top of him and looking at him with dilated eyes, short, sharp intakes of breath escaping his lips. “You're so— tight, you're amazing —”
“You're amazing,” He warbles out as a quick counterpoint, his hips working Shoto so well and so precisely Shoto has to wonder if it's really his first time. “So full— Hah—”
“Shoto-kun— Shocchan,” The pet name Izuku decides on makes Shoto's heart melt. He sees the tears prickling at Izuku's eyes and he wants to wipe them all away— now and forever.
“Izuku, I don't think I can go on much longer—”
“I want — I want to go on dates with you, and I want — I want you to call me nice things—” It spills out of Izuku's mouth like a waterfall, all of his desires and wants laid bare. “—I want to be yours, I want to be with you! I love you, I love you, I love you—”
And that does it.
“I love you, too—” He says, the edge approaching, “I love you too, I want to be with you for as long as you'll have me— I'll call you all the nice things you want! All the nice things, sweetheart, just please—”
His body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his head spinning and his sight darkening at the edges as he's overwhelmed with the most wonderful feeling he's ever experienced in his life. Izuku finishes, too, the sun and moon coming together, the proof of their love.
Izuku lays on top of him, breathing heavily, and Shoto does nothing but run his fingers through his hair. Izuku's folds are leaking with his cum and it takes Shoto a few moments to regain consciousness.
“I— I didn't ..” He begins, guilt stirring in his gut, but Izuku brings himself closer, pressing a kiss onto the corner of his mouth.
“I'm on the pill,” Izuku mumbles lazily, brain still trying to catch up with the present moment. “So it's fine. It felt good.”
Shoto relaxes at the admission, hums, and wraps his arms around Izuku as his cock escapes him with a pop.
“I love you,” Izuku mumbles again, eyes fluttering closed. “So much, Shocchan. You better be here when I wake up.”
“I love you too,” He smiles, weakly, his own eyes growing heavy as he watches Izuku nod off. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart, promise.”
And he swears it. He won't leave Izuku's side, for as long as this life allows it. He'll be right there, and nothing will stop him from being there for him— his angel, his savior, the love of his life, the person he cared about the most. He feels Izuku's snoring, and Shoto's deep love for him only grows.
I want to be with him forever, is Shoto's last coherent thought before he falls asleep.