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This was not Shouto’s room.
It was definitely not Shouto’s room.
For one, he didn’t have twenty billion posters of random animes and movies plastered to the walls like wallpaper.
And two, he had never been woken up by embarrassed yelling and amused laughter.
“Get out! Nothing happened!”
“That’s bullshit Deku and you know it!” A brown-haired girl laughed. “There’s a naked dude in your bed and you have hickeys everywhere.”
Shouto flushed red and the feeling of someone else pressed against his back. Then the sight of his jeans and shirt on the ground. The burning of his- oh god. How did he get himself into this situation?
“Iida! Get Uraraka out of my room!”
Shouto took residence under the covers, feeling his cheeks burn red. He was in a random stranger’s house, had been fucked and now their roommate had caught them. Well not having sex but urghhhhhhh. Why did he let Momo convince him to go out?
“Ochako, please remove yourself from Midoyria’s room.”
“Tenya! Deku brought home a boy!”
“I don’t care if he brought home a boy or a girl. If he brought home a dog then I’d be worried.”
He heard the door close and the giggling stopped.
“I am so sorry about that.” The boy groaned.
Shouto emerged from the blanket, taking in his bedmate’s appearance. Wild curly hair that was a brilliant green. Eye Bags were dark under his green eyes. Freckles were splattered across his nose and cheeks. He was a cutie, maybe drunk Shouto wasn’t a big of a dumbass as he thought he was. Apart from the time he froze his house and car keys in the freezer.
“That’s okay. Just wished I could have had some dignity in that situation.” He vaguely gestured at the stranger’s neck. The dark bruises standing out on the slightly tanned skin.
He laughed, it was soft and gentle. That was nice, his brain strayed away from the laugh to his body. His chest was strong and well defined, leading down to a set of abs. Damn, maybe he should go out more often, drunk Shouto had good taste and knew how to get someone into bed.
“Anyway, uh, you need a lift home or something. I’m sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before.” He scratched at his neck.
Shouto may still have been getting the alcohol out of his system. Considering the next sentence he said.
“Maybe we could do something like this again?”
The stranger blushed a bright red, making his face rival Shouto’s hair. The heat flared in his cheeks.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He shot in the bed, covers falling into a pool into his lap. “I don’t want to force yourself into anything- Arghh” He buried his face into his hands.
The stranger laughed and pulled his hands away from his face, a coy smile playing on his lips.
“I wouldn’t mind that. Yet I think I’m going to need your name. So I know what to scream when I cum.” He whispered into his ear.
Holy shit this guy was good. Shouto’s cheeks grew even redder if that was possible at this point. He felt like he would spontaneously combust.
“Um. I kinda- urr- need yours too.”
“Midoriya Izuku.”
The boy sounded smooth but oh boy was the red as well. It was kinda adorable actually. They were talking about becoming friends with benefits/ a booty call and Shouto seriously found him cute. It was a strange world inside the inner workings of his mind.
“I’m Shouto Todoroki. And I’m going to need your number.”
Midoyria cocked his head and smirked gently.
“Well as long as I can get yours as well.”
A random boost of confidence ran through his body.
“Only if you give me a kiss.”
After the words left his mouth, the confidence followed them soon after.
“If you promise to kiss me back.”
So they did. Lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss. Nothing too saucy, the stale taste of alcohol was gross. It was a little better than the messy slobbery kisses they shared last night. Making Shouto screw up his nose in disgust.
“You thinking’ ‘bout how we met?” Came Midoyria’s voice, muffled by lips.
“Don’t ‘member that one yet-” they resumed kissing for a second. “Just how much spit was involved in us kissing last night.”
He hummed, sucking his lip into his mouth. Nibbling on it gently.
“I kiss a lot better when I’m sober and not hungover. Trust me. Now I’m sorry to cut this make-out session but I need some headache tablets. After that maybe we should get something to eat.”
Shouto left Midoryia, Iida and Uraraka apartment with a new contact in his phone and supporting a couple of bruises on his neck. He felt more relaxed than he had in a very long time.
Until Momo rang him in a panic, fearing the worst.