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The summer heat is unbearable.
The sea should help. That was the whole point of taking a class trip. Besides the fact that it’s a small miracle they’re so close to graduation and still in one piece to begin with. It was mostly to escape the heat Or, at least, that’s the excuse everyone nodded along to to get Kacchan to come along with only minor grumbling.
However—
There is also the minuscule problem presented by the fact that Midoriya Izuku is fucking gay.
Otherwise known as Todoroki Shouto coming out of the water dripping and pushing the wet hair off his forehead and—and having the audacity to smile and wave. Izuku feels faint. He slumps against Kaminari with a decidedly unheroic whine.
Kaminari pats his hair comfortingly. "There’s only one solution to this," he says gravely. "We have to seduce Todoroki."
Izuku blinks. “Excuse me?” he yelps. Yelps. Because he’s eighteen and absolutely pathetic, (and also ridiculously in love) thank you for asking.
Kaminari gestures animatedly towards Todoroki-kun and the abs Izuku vividly pictures licking on a regular basis. Todoroki-kun’s waist is so—well. Tiny. Like. Izuku bets if he spread both his palms wide there wouldn’t be that much empty space left over. Wonders what Todoroki-kun tastes like, if his left side is warmer to the touch than his right.
“Dude.” Kaminari’s shoulder bumps against his. “You’re like. So red.”
Izuku manages to look him in the eye, just barely. “So are you,” he hisses in protest. Weak, hypocritical protest, but protest still.
Kaminari rubs at the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. Yaomomo just handed Todoroki a Popsicle. So. Can you blame me?”
Oh. Oh no. Izuku is endlessly glad it’s not up to him to repopulate the earth, in this particular moment. He takes a second to reconsider the trajectory of his life, and wonders if becoming a hero is truly that important when he could just sit here and look at Todoroki-kun for the rest of his life.
Todoroki, who is—
Todoroki, who is sucking on his Popsicle in a way rather reminiscent of—of—
Izuku clutches Kaminari’s arm. “Denki,” he says.
“Yeah,” Kaminari answers, in a similarly pained tone. “I know.”
Izuku tries to swallow. “Does this—does this count as cheating?”
Kaminari sighs. “If it does, I think we’re both cheating.”
Izuku takes his hand, tries for comforting. “It’s—it’s okay,” he says. Then, smaller, “Right?”
Kaminari nods firmly. “Right.”
It’s—
A mess, really.
And it’s not Todoroki-kun’s fault that he’s pretty and kind and smart and most likely completely unaware of what he looks like eating Popsicles.
“Um,” Izuku says.
Todoroki-kun chooses that precise moment to walk over and take the seat between them on the beach towel. Kaminari scoots over to make space, and Izuku fights the urge to hiss traitor at him. Because now Todoroki is close. Because now Izuku can see the way water drips down his neck. He dries his left side with his quirk, and his hair poofs up, but the right is still dripping water.
Izuku wants to eat him whole. In a totally normal, and only mildly obsessive way.
Help, he mouths at Kaminari behind Todoroki-kun’s back.
Kaminari makes a sound not unlike a dying sea creature.
Todoroki-kun turns to look at him. “Are you okay?”
A tentative thumbs up. “Yeah, dude, I’m—I’m totally fine.”
And then—
Todoroki does the unthinkable. He places a hand on Kaminari’s knee, and leans closer, stares directly into his eyes. “Are you sure? You’re very red. Maybe you have a fever.” He reaches out to touch, and Kaminari grips his wrist. Izuku can’t fault him for it. Necessary self-preservation.
Todoroki blinks. It reminds Izuku of a cat, a little bit. In that way where he would be immensely content to take care of Todoroki-kun for the rest of his life even if all Todoroki did was scratch him, demand to be fed, and maybe occasionally sit on his lap. Yes, Izuku decides, he would do a lot of things for Todoroki-kun to sit on his lap.
“Todoroki-kun,” he says, because Kaminari clearly needs to be rescued.
Todoroki turns to face him. “Yes?”
“I—uh, I think Denki is going to short-circuit if you, um, if you keep doing that.”
“Oh,” Todoroki says. “I’m sorry.”
He’s smiling, for some reason. And he doesn’t sound particularly sorry. Izuku can tell. He’s got a list. A meticulously indexed list of all of Todoroki-kun’s various expressions and mild shifts in vocal tone and what they all mean. He’s also got a stash of chocolate specifically for when Todoroki-kun feels sad, but that’s—
Well. Not currently relevant.
“Hey,” Kaminari protests. “I’ve gotten a lot better at not short-circuiting lately.”
Izuku crosses both arms over his chest. “So you would have been fine,” he asks, “if Todoroki-kun kept going?”
Kaminari’s gaze lingers on Todoroki’s bare chest. “Well,” he says. “Maybe?”
“Maybe,” Izuku repeats. His boyfriend needs to get better at lying.
“It’s not my fault he’s so—you know.”
Todoroki looks adorably confused at this. “So what?”
“Pretty,” Kaminari says. “Like, dude.” He gestures aggressively towards Todoroki. “You have to know.”
“Oh,” Todoroki says. “I thought Bakugou was just being mean when he calls me pretty boy.”
“He is,” Izuku says. “Well, Kacchan’s just—like that, but it’s also—it’s also true, you know. You are really pretty.”
Pretty enough to want to kiss under the moonlight and try to write poetry about and maybe buy a bed big enough after graduation that it can fit three people so they can cuddle and hold Todoroki-kun’s hand and valiantly try not to stare when he stretches. Because that would be—unfair. Unfair to Todoroki-kun, who doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.
Izuku shakes his head. The heat must be getting to him. And besides, Todoroki-kun doesn’t deserve this. He didn’t agree to any of it. Izuku should just—he should just go dunk his head into some cold water and hold his breath until his thoughts start making sense and his blood stops trying to rush in opposite directions at the mere sight of Todoroki-kun. He should take Kaminari with him, too.
Todoroki smiles. “Thank you, Midoriya,” he says.
Kaminari pouts. “What about me?”
“You too,” says Todoroki, like it’s easy. “You’re both very—very kind.”
“Just kind?” Kaminari asks, and now he’s the one moving closer to Todoroki-kun. Izuku foresees imminent disaster.
The tips of Todoroki-kun’s ears turn red. “Visually appealing, too, I suppose,” he says. “And, uh, remarkably good at monogamy.”
“What if we didn’t want to be?” Izuku says all of a sudden. “What if—what if we wanted—I mean, what if we want, you know, you?”
“Me?” Todoroki asks, wide-eyed and confused and so, so kissable Izuku kind of wants to wail.
He nods. “Yeah, you. We, uh, we like you, Todoroki-kun.”
Imminent disaster indeed.
“Like,” Todoroki repeats. “As in like like?”
Izuku laughs, can’t help it.
“Yeah, dude,” Kaminari says. “As in like like. Like squared. You know, because there’s two of us.” He then proceeds to laugh at his own joke, and it makes Izuku kind of want to laugh too, and he wonders if there’s any saving himself. There isn’t. But that’s okay. He can die happy surrounded by two boys he loves more than life itself.
“Izuku?”
“Uh, yes?”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Izuku says. It, admittedly, doesn’t come out all that convincing. “I just—,” he winces. “I kind of don’t want to ever have to live without you? Either of you. Preferably. If that’s okay. If not I can—I can recalculate—”
Kaminari pinches his thigh. Izuku yelps.
“Midoriya,” says Todoroki-kun. “Stop talking.”
Izuku does.
(It’s potentially the best decision of his whole life.)
…
At some point, Kacchan yells get a room, and Yaoyorozu-san shushes him, and Izuku—
Well, Izuku is happy. That, and concerned about whether Kaminari and Todoroki-kun need to breathe. And also kind of really turned on.
But mostly happy.