So This Is What Love Feels Like

It's a rough 3 months

It took a while before Midoriya was released from the hospital, undergoing multiple therapy sessions—both physically and psychologically. But after 3 weeks since he woke up from his coma, he was finally released.

Ever since that day, Todoroki's been staying at Midoriya's apartment more often (almost to an extreme extent). He was tasked by the doctors and by Midoriya-obaasan to watch over Izuku. But of course, Todoroki is taking care of him regardless of their orders. He likes spending time with Midoriya, both the innocent and the explicit encounters.

He likes hearing Izuku's chuckles, his high-pitched shrieks whenever gets embarrassed (which happens a lot ), his never-ending mumbles, his strong yet fragile calloused scarred hands, his warm breathe against Todoroki's skin, his sweaty body gyrating against his, his warm mouth sucking Todoroki dry and breathless, his restrained groans when he's reaching his climax.

... God, he's becoming more of a pervert the more time he spends with Midoriya.

Todoroki has been... experimenting lately with his body. Before, he doesn't really indulge in his earthly desires—because of the lack thereof—compared to the usual teenager, ("I'm not a teenager." "That's nice to hear, nineteen years old-kun.") but now he realized how much he's missing.

It feels fantastic. It feels the best. He feels good in places he never thought would make his legs turn into jelly. He was also recently acquainted with sex toys. They seem terrifying at first (it's rotating and vibrating!) but there's nothing lube can fix. Todoroki found out that he doesn't really mind getting tied up, though he had a clue when Midoriya initially did that to him.

Todoroki likes getting restrained. He likes the feeling of someone taking control of him. But what probably makes it hotter is that the pure, innocent-looking Midoriya is the one taking charge of all their sexcapades. Todoroki likes the way his green eyes get this erotic glint whenever he pulls Todoroki's bichrome hair, the way sweat trails down his chiseled abs, those sharp freckled cheeks turning a deep shade of red, not the one whenever he becomes flustered.

But a different shade.

A shade that signals Todoroki that it's time for pleasure to begin.

At first, because of Midoriya's smaller stature, Todoroki assumed that he would be the top. But he guesses that this is probably better since Midoriya has more experience than them. Although sometimes, he wants to make Izuku moan underneath him...

... God, he's becoming more of a pervert the more time he spends with Midoriya!

Sometimes, whenever the pleasure becomes too much and Todoroki couldn't but cry and begs him to stop, not because he wants Midoriya to do so but because it was an automatic response, Midoriya does exactly that. He then begins to pull away and hyperventilate, and Todoroki immediately gets the paper bag that's hidden inside somewhere in the nightstand.

"I'm sorry for being fucked up," Deku cries on Shouto's chest, saying the same words every time this happens. "I keep on ruining—"

"I love you," He gently plays with the soft curls of Midoriya's hair. "I love you. You know that, right?"

He cries harder every time the words are uttered, but all Shouto could offer is the warmth of his embrace.

Not every day is bright and sunny with Midoriya Izuku. But instead of taking it in a negative light, Todoroki cherishes him even more.

Back when they just started, Midoriya would often ask him.

"Are you sure about this?"

The first time this conversation happened, they were in the middle of the supermarket. The place was very crowded and noisy, yet his voice was clear as day.

"What?" Was Todoroki's first reply when he first heard this. He didn't expect he would be having this conversation again and again in the future.

"About me, about us." He takes the broccoli from Todoroki's hand and returns it to the cooler from where it came.

Todoroki's cold bichromatic eyes softened and filled with warmth. He closes the distance between them, tucking the loose green strand of hair on the back of Midoriya's ear.

"In this life full of uncertainty, I have never been more certain about you. About us ."

In the middle of the supermarket was very crowded and noisy, his cries were muffled as Midoriya buried his face in Todoroki's chest.

As the days, and weeks, go by, this conversation lessened. But there are days when Deku still gets insecure.

Today is one of those days.

"Do you still like me?" Deku props his right elbow on the wooden dining table, while his left hand was used to eat hold a spoon. "Even if I'm not the person you thought I am?"

It's 8 am and they are eating breakfast together like some newlywed couple. It's just a simple breakfast, not a traditional Japanese one. It is just cereals with milk and bread with Nutella. Yet, it holds great significance to both of them. After all, it's a meal shared with the person they cherish the most.

Shouto leans on the backrest of the chair, his smile ever so gentle. "Even more so,"

Some people would say, it must be exhausting to keep on hearing the same conversation with a little variance over and over again. But it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother him at all. After all, he knows the feeling.

Of not wanting to be left behind.

Midoriya looks down, trying to hide the moistening of those beautiful pine-colored eyes. But soon enough, tears start to trickle down his freckled cheeks.

"I love you, you know." He says, just like what Todoroki told him back then.

Maybe it's because of the aftermath of the incident, but lately, Izuku has the tendency of getting emotional and weep at almost everything. Todoroki feels like he's being trusted greatly, to be able to see this fragile side of Midoriya. He wants to cup his face right then and there just to give him the deepest kiss his inexperienced lips could muster.

"I love you, too," He softens his voice to an almost inaudible volume. "Deku ."

Deku.

It was the name that Izuku used to associate with that one person. But now, allowing another person, the person who loves him for who he is, is a way for him to accept his past. Even his psychologist told him this is a therapeutic step for him, no matter how 'small' it is to other people.

Still, Deku's legs consistently turn into jelly whenever he hears Shouto say it. That says a lot about how tender the bichromate-haired boy is to his heart.

Todoroki watches Midoriya as he eats. Those plump pink lips separate, oh how much he wants to lick them right now. He couldn't but bite his. Midoriya notices his lover ogling at him, he blushes and covers his face.

"Stop it! You know I don't like being stared at!"

"I can't!" Todoroki reasons, but they both know he's just bullshiting. "how can I not—"

"Don't even continue that sentence, you cringe-inducing child!"

Todoroki pouts in response. Midoriya couldn't help but giggle.

Even though they've only been together for less than 3 months, it makes Todoroki utterly nervous because he wants to prolong this relationship as long as possible. Heck, he doesn't believe in eternity, but for Deku, he will. If ever, Shouto wants them to still be together even when both their joints become weak and begin to shake, when their skin starts to go wrinkly and full of liver spots, when their hairs go white— Well, his head is halfway in accomplishing that already, but you know what he means.

"Shouto?" Izuku tilts his head, just like a wandering puppy. "Are you still there?"

He smiles. "I'm just thinking about how I want to grow old with you, that's all."

Steam erupted from Midoriya's reddish cheeks as he tries to speak, only to end up saying gibberish and chopping the air like how Iida does. With his green hair and bright face, the sight oddly reminds Todoroki of a Christmas tree.

"Mou! " He pouts.

Shouto laughs, enjoying the sight before him.

So this is what love feels like.