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This is not a #bakudeku story, but if Izuku hadn't wanted Todoroki to give him shit about it, he probably should have thrown away that doujinshi Jirou had bought him.
“Me, you and Midoriya formed a spunky trio together last year, as we all know. Considering your position as the mutual best friend, it’s only appropriate that you should mediate the beautiful conception of me and Midoriya’s romantic relationship.”
“Icyhot, I can’t put into words how much I hate whatever the fuck just came out your mouth.”
Izuku rubs the back of his head, deciding against asking which one he is at the thought of Shouto’s eyes. Heterochromia, some old biology class whispers to him. “But – Kacchan, oh my God,” he whispers, petrified of Shouto picking up on his immediate pining. “He’s so beautiful. Mesmerising. Incredible.”
“He’s also a dick, and so are you!” Katsuki picks the appointment book up like a weapon, and they briefly tussle over it before Izuku wrestles it out of his hands and tosses it back onto the desk. “It’s your first fucking day and you’re already trying to bang one of your co-workers! Get a grip!”
Feelings aren't hard. Todoroki has lots of those.
Izuku is on the couch, one of his legs thrown over Uraraka's lap, his arm cradling a tub of frozen cookie dough even though he knows he's not supposed to eat it.
"He's just so damn beautiful! " he exclaims tearfully, and Uraraka pats his arm soothingly.
"Alright then, let's see, first question. Which of the following defines the identity of an element? The number of nucleons, neutrons, electrons or protons?" Todoroki finishes reading the possible answers and turns his whole body towards Midoriya, waiting.
Is he quizzing Izuku?
Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?”
“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”
"Asking him 'why did the penguin get stuck to the iceberg' isn't a substitute for asking him out to dinner, and you know it. Neither is telling him what depths they can dive to when he's trying to ask you about your plans for the weekend."
“He's slightly unhinged,” Shouto admits, “but I like that about him.”
Todoroki has no idea how he somehow got himself into a cuddle buddy arrangement with Midoriya but he's not questioning it. In fact, he quite likes it.
Hello Iida,
It pains me greatly to be requesting this but could you please speak to the the production team about angling the camera upwards? We all love Midoriya, he’s a great guy, and he really does look so good in those new fitted trousers but it is negatively affecting productivity around here with our executive producer and we are falling behind.
Thank you,
Yaoyorozu Momo
They are best friends, Midoriya declares one day, and he smiles at him with so much affection that it makes Todoroki’s heart jerk painfully.
Here’s the only tragedy.
Todoroki is certain he loves Midoriya more than Midoriya loves him.
Shouto decides to visit his mother for the first time in years, and decides to stop at a flower shop along the way.
He freezes in place, and before he can move again someone is bustling through the door behind the counter, all messy hair and wide green eyes. It’s a teenager, a little shorter than Shouto but probably the same age. He’s got a wide smile and there’s a smudge of dirt on his cheek, which instantly draws Shouto’s attention. His fingers itch to rub it off.
“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”
Izuku is a dimension hopper who accidentally breaks his arm after a rough jump, leaving him helpless in this strange new world.
And then he finds out about the superpowers. Well if he wants to get specific, quirks.
If there's one place where a super-powered quasi-immortal technology stealing jerk would be hanging out...
Izuku is on the couch, one of his legs thrown over Uraraka's lap, his arm cradling a tub of frozen cookie dough even though he knows he's not supposed to eat it.
"He's just so damn beautiful! " he exclaims tearfully, and Uraraka pats his arm soothingly.
dec 25 2024 +