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Lips always seem like they start the biggest troubles, don't they? They talk, share, spread, hurt — and in the wrong hands, they're dangerous.
She knew it was wrong but, she couldn't stop. He was like an addiction, a drug she couldn't escape. One she craved so wildly, she'd give so many things to have it without hesitation. The raven haired woman knew it was bad but it felt so.. right. So good. She couldn't keep herself away from those kisses, his touch, those whispers and love. That raw love he gave so willingly, so wholly. Maybe she was too selfish. For slipping away during the early hours of the morning to go see him, away from prying eyes. Sadly, no one could know what either of them were up to behind closed doors. Anyone could have ratted them out within seconds, jeopardizing everything they had worked so hard for to stay quiet. Momo Yaoyorozu, pro hero "Creati", was in love with a cold-blooded murderer; they called him Shoto.
The dual haired male had been through it all. The whole thing felt more like a story, a cruel and twisted one at that. One day he grew tired of the life he was forced to live, turning to the side of life where there was no rules, no standards to live up to. His father was outted as a disgrace to the hero name, taking him off the charts but not long before deals were made and he was back on top, pissing Shoto off more than he could've ever described. So he went down his own path, determined to show the world the true Todoroki name. Even if it meant a little damage to the city he once praised.
No one would understand why such a smart and sweet girl would make such a stupid mistake, endangering her entire image as a top pro hero just for love. Though, to her, it wasn't just some 'love'; he was her everything. It was like this breath of fresh air, this freedom from her heavy chains of society, from her own obligations— to indulge in her own self-wants and needs. So, there she was, sucking in a low breath as she felt those naturally warm palms rest against her hips that had been stained with sin just mere hours prior, head tilting back once she felt those familiar lips nibble against the newly marked skin of her neck. Chest pounding, heart racing— and she had felt more alive than all the years of being a hero.
"Miss me..?"
Oh god how she did, how she so utterly did. It made her feel guilty knowing that every living moment she yearned for him at her side, afraid to admit that she would indeed, wouldn't give this up for the world. Nothing could compare to what she had right now and to trade that in for such a mundane routine – it was a no-brainer which choice she'd make. Todoroki knew what tugged her in certain ways, what words and touches pulled her closer,nor set her off like fireworks. Momo hummed mindlessly, a hand slipping up to hold the side of his head, a faint smile dancing upon her lips despite the constant anxiety of knowing she could be caught at any moment, thrown into custody and taken away from him forever. Though, life was always more fun when living on the edge, wasn't it? Not many pro heroes ever knew that feeling like she was blessed with when around him.
"Sho, is that even a question..? You know I did."
A soft, low-toned chuckle escaped the dual haired male's throat as his lips brushed against her skin before moving and pulling away, hands still holding her hips as he twirled her around, a free arm snaking around her waist, tugging her body flush against his own. Despite the drumming in her ears, it was so quiet. So .. intimate. This radiant woman was no one else's but his to hold, no matter how selfishly greedy it was to say so. The choice for him was simple, and he was more than glad to protect and cherish the woman he loved if the hero society turned against her just as they did once they found out about his father and the history inflicted upon him. A hero could only give so much — but a villain like him could burn down the world for whomever they wanted.
"You know I'm just asking, darling."
"Oh, were you now? Why is that?"
"Mm.. curiosity?"
At that, the woman couldnt help but giggle. The pair knew the risks they took to keep this up, every day getting harder with how much people talked. Momo was accused of being in a relationship, Shoto was one of the most dangerous villains out there and people were worried about the pair's history. Everyone recalled how pro heroes Creati and Shoto were so deeply in love, shock still plaguing over everyone's hearts once they were declared broken up. The hero commission had taken the ravenette in to be questioned about her relationship and threatened her with the consequences if it were to continue, forcing them to keep hushed lips about the subject. So ... she lied. Easy, really.
The female couldn't bare the thought of being stripped away from Shoto, her love and those addictive lips she so craved every night into dawn. Todoroki the same, not wanting to even spare a single thought to what it would be like to not embrace his beloved within his arms, encasing her in a sweet embrace, an embrace that showed he truly cared. One no hero could ever live up to, not that any of them deserved the radiant beauty within his grasp. She was his and his alone.
"Shoto, You dork."
"Your dork, Mo."
Another quiet giggle escaped those soft, pink lips he adored, relishing in the sweet sound as it drifted into the air and floated away with the rest of their doubts and woes. They didn't want to think anymore. There was no point in doing so, in going over the struggles they faced every day of their lives. Was it a crime to be in love? Even as a pro hero and criminal? Was it bad either of them could've cared less? Probably. Maybe. Possibly. Yet, it was true. Her face softened at the delicate words like they did every time, slowly raising a hand and cupping the taller one's cheek, thumb tenderly brushing over the scarred skin under Todoroki's eye that held a clear ocean of blue of which she loved to gaze upon. Silent words were exchanged as Momo's heels raised, eyes closing and leaning up until their lips met, the taller of the two leaning down, kissing back softly until lips parted, still lightly brushing over one another.
Breaths lingered, ghosting delicately over one another's skin, the dual haired male and raven haired female then exchanging whispered words, words intended only for one another in moments like this, moments where their worlds felt complete. Like nothing else mattered but them and what they shared together in this quiet space of intimacy.
"I love you."
"And I love you, more."