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The first time Todoroki Shouto heard or rather, experienced, “cutie aggression” was when his intelligent and beautiful girlfriend, Yaoyorozu Momo, pounced on his back and munched—yes, munched—on his ear, nibbling on the thin helix of the appendage like it was candy.
It didn’t hurt.
But it did scare the shit out of him, at first.
His reaction was that of a seasoned hero-in-training, being his last year of U.A.’s hero course, the most prestigious academy for heroic education in Japan. With a flick of his wrist, Shouto’s left side ignited in bright-orange flames so dangerously beautiful and terrifying to frighten even those bold enough to come close.
To say that he nearly blasted Momo to oblivion with his flames was an understatement. Fortunately, Momo accounted for such a reaction. She instantly created a fire-retardant cape from her exposed arm, which protected her from the fires threatening to burn her smooth, creamy skin to charred ash.
A wave of emotions passed through Shouto: shock, relief, and anger. They pulled at his heartstrings, which finally made him understand the roller coaster of emotions women had when they were in a mood.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, in a much more serious tone than he intended. His frustration was justified, yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw Momo’s lips pout in disappointment.
Then she did the thing. The thing she knew melted his heart to mush. Momo pushed her two index fingers together as pouting lips expressed an apology that went unnoticed by the offended.
So adorable! Shouto inwardly mused.
“I’m really sorry love, I honestly couldn’t help it. You’re just too smexy for your own good,” Momo explained, fingers continuing to press against each other. “I did research that ‘cutie aggression’ is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute and you, Todoroki Shouto, are not just cute, but oh-so-scrumptious! I could eat you up, but I can’t…
“Not in public, at least…”
Shouto’s mismatched eyes crinkled in adoration, lips forming into a wide smile as Momo rambled. Truly adorable!
Momo abruptly stopped mid-sentence having realized the raunchy implication her words indicated. A soft blush dusted her unblemished features, hands now waving frantically as she tried–and failed–to regain her innocent visage.
Shouto took Momo’s hands and cupped them between his own.
Their gazes met–charcoal against turquoise and gray–and suddenly the only moment that mattered was the now.
“How about this.” Shouto pressed his forehead against hers. “The next time you perform ‘cutie aggression’ on me, you wait until I count to three so there are no bad surprises.”
“Mhm.” Momo nodded in agreement, unable to formulate words as tears pooled at the corner of her eyes. Shouto pulled her in and embraced her small form against his muscular frame.
They stood there for a minute until Shouto got an idea.
“So…” he began, voice low and husky. His breath caressed Momo’s ear, causing her to involuntary shudder despite the warm summer weather. “How did this ‘cutie aggression’ go again? You did something like…this?” His mouth came down to Momo’s earlobe, nibbling, tugging, and then with added flare; he lightly bit the soft flesh with his teeth.
Momo collapsed forward, feeling her self-restraint crumble into oblivion, as her lower area burned with heady desire.
“AHEM!”
Shouto and Momo slowly turned to face the source of the interruption. Iida stood a few feet away, to their frustration.
“We discussed this,” Iida said, narrowing his eyes at the couple. “No PDA while classes are in session.”
Just as Iida finished speaking, Hatsume Mei appeared behind him and shamelessly smacked his plump derriere.
“Mm, mm, mm, I swear this ass will be the death of me. Those new leg workouts are paying off, honey bun,” Mei drawled, vivid-colored eyes scanning him up and down for more than scientific purposes.
Shouto and Momo noticed that Mei’s hands remained on Iida’s backside and took the rare chance to get even. Heroes weren’t petty creatures, unlike heroes-in-training.
“What’s this?” Momo coyly pointed. “Class president, weren’t you just saying that PDA is not allowed?”
A cacophony of sounds and garbled words escaped Iida’s lips as he processed the ten seconds in-between the time he was lecturing his classmates and Mei—
Mei’s classroom is in another building. It took her less than a minute to come here just to – ooh!
Iida felt her hand squeeze his bottom.
Either, it all happened too fast for Iida to comprehend, or his mind turned to jello as he robotically and reluctantly removed Mei’s hand from his posterior.
“IapologizefordisturbingyoubothbutpleaserefrainfromsuchactivitiesinthefutureandI’llbesuretohaveaproperdiscussionwithmygirlfriend.Goodday.”
With a speed only he could pull off, Iida ran back inside the 3-A classroom with his wounded ego in tow.
Shouto, Momo, and Mei stood there for a few seconds before succumbing to indiscriminate laughter.
“That was impeccable timing, Hatsume-san,” Shouto commented after catching his breath.
Mei continued laughing and low-key winked at Yaoyorozu as she gave them a thumbs up. She then spun around and bid them farewell.
Shouto and Momo waited until Mei disappeared into the corner before settling their attention on each other.
Momo squeezed Shouto’s hands, looking up at him through her long lashes, a sultry smile gracing her features.
“Later?”
“Later,” Shouto agreed.
FIN