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It was a typical afternoon on an average day. The dusty atmosphere caused a golden hue to saturate the sky, as the patches of white fluff barely covered the sun. Its brightness is unseen, but it’s not dark.
Overlooking the sight were four individuals, standing atop a building and gazing down upon the city—the wind flowing through their hair and cooling their bodies.
CJ glanced to their right to see Midoriya and then looked to the left to see Bakugo and Todoroki on the other side.
Red eyes noticed the gaze, and he snapped. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”
CJ squeaked at the sudden shouting. “N-nothing,” they spoke as they turned to look back at the view.
Swoosh.
In a quick motion, dust swept up the side of the building, carried by the wind as if it were on a mission. The four braced themselves so they wouldn’t accidentally get blown off the building.
”CJ!” Todoroki screamed, his hand reaching for them. He practically pushed Bakugo out of the way, earning a “DAMN YOU ICYHOT!” for his troubles.
In a sense of panic, CJ also reached out for him and yelled, “BABE!”
Heterochromatic eyes widened in surprise at the pet name. CJ felt mortified that they called him by that of all things. They weren’t in a relationship!
Oh god, he thinks I’m a weird and creepy stalker, CJ thought.
But no disgust was visible on Todoroki’s expression; any harshness softened into a tender look. A smile stretched across his lips as he reached for them again, but this time he gripped their wrist and pulled them into his body.
Ta-thump.
The closeness caused CJ’s heart to quicken and heat to rush to their cheeks. Wow, they were so red they could practically rival Todoroki’s hair.
Crackle.
Ice formed around the building, and keeping a firm grip on CJ, Todoroki jumped off the edge. He used his quirk to guide them down the building safely.
“SERIOUSLY, ICYHOT?!”
“K-Kaachan!”
“SHUT UP, DEKU!”
Once the two got onto the ground, Todoroki pulled CJ into an embrace.
“I don’t mind being your ‘babe’,” he muttered, resulting in the sound of a squeal erupting from CJ’s throat as the blush on their face darkened.
Dear lord, this boy will be the death of me.