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Midoriya loved Todoroki so much.
Midoriya loved Todoroki in the morning.
The strong arms that tightened around him whenever he moved around after sneaking into his dorm the night prior to binge-watch his new favourite animated show; the firm chest that he would cuddle himself against and guarded him against the dangers of the outside world; the tender touch of lips against his scarred skin and admiring every part of him: he loved it all.
Midoriya loved Todoroki in class.
The short glances and smiles exchanged in the middle of lessons which made his heart bloom and face heat up, the gentle brushing of hands when lending the other a piece of equipment which had him smiling lovesick, the soft whispers of ‘I love you’ while working in pairs which forced him to hold back happy sobs: he loved it all.
Midoriya loved Todoroki at lunch.
The way he recognised when his mood dropped and intertwined their hands under the table, caressing the shorter’s with his thumb; the times when he would insert himself into the group’s conversation to rid of some of the lingering pressure when he wasn’t feeling up to talking as much; the loving eyes which carefully watched over him whenever he talked, then would fill with worry when he accidentally hit his hands on the table when he got too excited: he loved it all.
Midoriya loved Todoroki in the afternoon.
The ghost of a smile on his face when he spotted him in the common room, body buzzing and waiting for a chance to start talking about a subject that recently interested him; the light, teasing pokes whenever they pass each other but are itching for some kind of touch and affection; the silent invitation, given by the tiny raise of an eyebrow, to take their leave when things were getting too loud, too energetic or too late: he loved it all.
Midoriya loved Todoroki in the night.
The hands raking through his bush of hair while he worked on something by himself and he was just watching, offering a compliment every few minutes; the secure embrace grounding him after being calmed down from a panic attack, wary not to hold too tightly despite how much he wanted to; the tired, sloppy, wet-mouthed kisses right before they fell asleep with their bodies tangled together, gripping onto each other’s shirts as if afraid the other would leave: he loved it all.
Midoriya loved Todoroki so much.