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“Okay okay! Never have I ever…” Ejirou paused, a sneaky grin on his face, “Kissed a boy.”
Izuku rolled his eyes while several other people could be heard groaning. Shouto seemed very put out. “Really? You’re just trying to get the girls drunk.” Ejirou didn’t deny it, only continued to plaster a smug smile across his face.
“This game is stupid…” Katsuki yelled, but took a long drink nonetheless. Shouto followed suit. So did Izuku.
It seemed strange. Izuku tried not to read into it, how Shouto took another drink. Nearly a full cycle of turns and he’s raised his glass to drink each time. Not like Izuku had been paying attention to Shouto in particular. Nope.
Izuku heard an indignant squawk.
“Soo, I know every person you’ve kissed, where it happened, and the circumstance. None of them were with a boy.”
Izuku felt his heart rate increase. He’s a lightweight but it was too early in the night for him to start feeling any bit of the effect.
Shouto made eye contact with him, Izuku squirming in response. He’s always loved having any bit of Shouto’s attention, but there’s something about this gaze that caused Izuku to want to look away. So he did, suddenly very interested in peeling off the label on his beer.
“Not yet...” Shouto’s soft voice replied. Izuku came to the realization it was the first thing he had said since they all sat down, which wasn’t really a surprise, but maybe he was just more attuned to it.
Not that Izuku knows why he’s every attuned to Shouto, because he promised himself he wasn’t going to fall prey.
Shouto took another long, unsolicited drink, and it's only then that the guy’s statement catches up to him.
“Not yet…”
Izuku didn't have a moment to truly process what had been said before Shouto moved from his spot on the floor (Izuku was positive it was the first time he moved at all), to a kneeled position.
Izuku’s heart all but stopped as the other continued to hold his gaze.
He put his drink down, making his way towards Izuku, shuffling across the floor through the middle of the group. All at once Izuku’s heart starts fluttering faster, probably too fast for a human? Uh oh.
“Uh,” he eloquently mumbled. He meant to continue by saying something more intelligible, but nothing came to him. “Todoroki?” he whispered, as Shouto crawled closer into his space. Izuku instinctively shrunk back, even though the part of him that’s always been fascinated and enamored by Shouto was intrigued.
Intrigued and willing to see what happened because.. well Shouto was only getting this up in his business for a reason, right?
It wasn’t until Izuku could feel Shouto’s breath on his lips, that he had to tilt his head the slightest bit up, did Shouto close his eyes and bridge the gap.
Izuku’s head, which was filled with thoughts buzzing in and out faster than he could comprehend, was suddenly empty.
Empty outside of how Shouto’s lips were softer and more plush than Izuku could ever dream up, so much better than he could have ever anticipated. Was Shouto’s heart blaring as loud as Izuku’s felt, or if he could feel anything akin to the amount of want that had settled and made a home inside of him?
Izuku leaned forward, up onto his knees, so they were both parallel with each other, his head no longer tilt back. He'd lost all awareness that other people were still in the room, and most certainly watching, but Shouto had slid a hand to the nape of Izuku’s neck, playing with his green curls.
Izuku felt the dart of Shouto’s tongue across his bottom lip, trying to open his mouth. In time, but first Izuku needed to do something that had been playing on loop in his head (because he can admit it now, right? His attraction to Shouto); he latched onto the other’s bottom lip, placing it between both of his as he lightly sucked it for the briefest moments before lightly biting. A moment, and only a moment, because Shouto had quickly retaliated by grasping and tugging on the hairs he was so gently playing with a moment ago. It sent a wave of heat straight to Izuku’s stomach.
“Tch. Get a fucking room, dumbasses!” yelled a voice, maybe Katsuki’s? Izuku couldn’t believe he forgot there were other people in the room. He promptly, but gently, ended the kiss.
Shouto was beet red down his neck and up to his ears nearly rivaling his own hair, eyes wide. Izuku knew he must have looked the same, due to their audience, or each other, or probably both. He looked down at the ground not wanting to look too eager or disappointed it was over. Shouto moved back to his spot in the circle, avoiding Izuku’s eyes.
“Okay, so that was…” Ejirou fumbled with his words, looking just as flabbergasted as the two. He had expected action, but something of this passion and definitely not to this extent. “Right. So, never have I ever…”
“Are we.. are we really not going to discuss what just happened?” Ochako began to ask.
“What’s there to discuss? Heh.” came Katsuki's curt reply, cutting her off with finality. “Anyways, my turn. Never have I ever -"
Izuku tuned him out as several thoughts were currently zooming through his head, and multiple scenarios where he can calm the fuck down and not act like his entire world just dislodged from orbit because Shouto kissed him.
The rest of the game passed by in a blur for Izuku. Nearly everyone dispersed for more drinks, snacks, to gossip; he hesitated on following Ochako into the kitchen when he saw Shouto still on the floor. Said boy averted his gaze and let his eyes close when he took a sip of his beer. Then he cracked open another bottle. Izuku doesn’t even remember what else followed.
We should talk, he rationalizes with himself. Clear the air. Or something. Now that he already started to move toward Shouto in the living room he realized he didn’t exactly know what to say, how to react. Izuku, already committed, sat down across from him because there has to be a reason, right?
Friends don’t kiss friends with no preamble.
“We should talk,” Shouto started, before Izuku could even begin to formulate the necessary brain power to say what he needed to say.
“Okay,” Izuku responded, a lot less sure of himself that he was when he decided to move across the room, and even less than when he realized he didn’t know what to say. “Yeah.”
“You’re annoying,” and that was... kind of the opposite of what Izuku wanted to hear. The opposite of what he anticipated to hear. His gut began a steady descent into the floor, lower than he thought possible. “Really annoying,” Shouto repeated, but he took a breath to continue; the smallest and exasperated upturn of his lips, just as Izuku fixed his pout and retorted. “What do you mean I’m annoying? How the hell am I annoying you?”
“...’re cute.” He swirled the small amount of yellow drink in the bottle on his glass, his eyes focused on it and not on Izuku.
“You think I’m cute?” came out as hardly a whisper, but his gut stopped sinking.
“Infuriatingly so.” Shouto downed the rest of his beer, placed the glass on the floor next to them and brought his wide-eyes to meet his. The beat of his own heart echoed in Izuku’s head and became the only thing he could concentrate on.
“So, before… in the game,” he alluded, leaning forward the slightest bit into Shouto’s space. Izuku continued to watch as his face turned into an even deeper shade of pink, ears bright red.
“Impulsive, slightly not-sober.”
Izuku darted his tongue out across his bottom lip. Watched the way Shouto’s eye followed it. “And now?”
“More sober,” Shouto's eyes piercing his, “Still impulsive,” he let out a shaky breath as he placed his elbows on his knees, eyes closed, cradling his head in his hands. “Very confused.”
Izuku couldn't help but brave himself and reached out to gently pat pat pats Shouto on the head. He’s the one that was so cute.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Izuku whispered as he kneeled down and moved closer to the other’s face so he could, just maybe, make Shouto see the truth in his eyes when he spoke, “but I like you. Like, more than a friend like you.”
If you asked Izuku then, the next day or the next year, Shouto’s miniscule smile brightened the whole room.
“Yeah?” Shouto challenged.
“Painfully so.”
Izuku tilted his own head to the side, regarding the look on Shouto's face and decided he wants to make sure he gets to be a reason for that smile for a long time to come.
They both heard the affronted shriek from Ejirou, but they didn't care, as their lips met again.