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Falling in love was stupid. Like, the absolute last thing in sixteen-year-old Takami Keigo’s dictionary. Grades? Important. Scholarships? Vital. Keeping his reputation flawless? Essential. Falling in love? Not even in the fine print.

And falling in love with Todoroki Touya, of all people? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t on his to-do list.

“Todoroki…” Keigo muttered under his breath, as if saying the name out loud might undo the magnetic pull he’d been fighting for months.

“Prez,” Touya drawled lazily.

Touya was crouched against the wall near the gym building, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. Those pale blue eyes lifted, pinning Keigo in place. The smirk tugging at Touya’s mouth was infuriating.

“You know smoking on school grounds is prohibited, right? It’s under section …”

“If you want to hand me a detention slip, just do it.” Touya stood slowly. “Lecturing’s boring.”

He stepped forward, closing the space between them. His hand reached out, tugging at the armband strapped around Keigo’s arm.

“Besides,” Touya smirked faintly, his thumb brushing over the fabric, “it’s only been what, two months since you became the dog leader? We’ve done this dance plenty of times already, haven’t we?”

“It’s student council president,” Keigo corrected stiffly, batting Touya’s hand away from the armband. “Not ‘dog leader.’”

Touya exhaled smoke toward the sky. “Dog, president, whatever. You still wag your tail for the teachers.”

Keigo narrowed his eyes. “This is my warning for this week,” he said.

He shoved past Touya’s shoulder, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his uniform.

As he walked, Touya’s lazy voice called after him. “Prez.” 

Keigo turned with a scowl.“What?” he snapped.

“Keep your tail hidden, okay?” Touya said with a grin. “It’s kinda cute when you wag it around.” His voice dipped suggestively.

Keigo’s face flared crimson, his lips parting in outrage before clamping shut. He spun on his heel before Touya could see him falter further, walking away quickly. His ears burned at the sound of Touya’s faint chuckle following him.

Keigo found Touya a few days later, not with a cigarette between his lips but with a girl at his side. 

His heart nearly stopped at the sight, she leaned close, grinning, whispering into his ear. Touya bent down, listening, his smile soft and rare.

Keigo bit his lip hard, an unfamiliar heat crawling up his throat. He strode toward them. 

“It’s class hour. What are you doing outside instead of being where you’re supposed to be?” 

Both turned their heads. 

Touya’s smirk bloomed immediately. “What about you, Prez?” he drawled. “Aren’t you supposed to stay in class and be a…” He glanced sideways at the girl. “What’s the word, Himiko?”

The girl – so her name was Himiko – grinned wider, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Model student? Golden boy? Hmm…” She tapped a finger against her lips dramatically. “Oh, I know. Stuck-up, pretty boy with a stick up his ass. Right, Touya-kun?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, his gaze flicking down to the badge pinned at her chest. “Himiko Toga,” he read flatly. “Please return to your class before I write you a detention slip for wandering the halls and possessing a phone during school hours.”

Toga only giggled, pulling her phone up into the air with a twirl of her wrist. “Oh, this? Come on, Prez. Everyone has one. Why am I the only one who gets a warning?”

“Because according to the school handbook…” Keigo started.

“Okay, Prez,” Touya cut in lazily before Keigo could continue, slinging an arm around Toga’s shoulder. “We’re going. Before you start another boring-ass speech about rules and order and whatever.” He gave Toga a push forward, ignoring Keigo’s glare.

Toga giggled as she stumbled along, glancing back just long enough to waggle her fingers in a mocking wave. “Bye, Prez~” she sang out, her laughter trailing behind her as they disappeared down the hall.

Keigo stood frozen, his fists clenching at his sides. His eyes lingered on Touya’s retreating back longer than he would ever admit, chest tight with something he refused to name.

It turned out Himiko Toga wasn’t just some random girl trailing Touya. She was part of his small circle of friends, along with Shigaraki and Bubaigawara, the group everyone in school whispered about but never dared approach directly.

“Why are you asking, Keigo-san?” Midoriya, the bright-eyed first-year representative for the student council, tilted his head curiously. 

“Oh, nothing. Just curious,” Keigo replied smoothly. He handed over a bundle of papers, for Midoriya to distribute among the first-year students.

“I know Shigaraki-san,” Midoriya added quickly. “Toshinori-san always talked about him. Turned out they have a really complicated relationship.”

“Relationship?” Keigo asked back.

“Yes, in a kind of father-son thing,” Midoriya explained with a small shrug. “I’m not too sure of the details, but… Shigaraki’s family situation isn’t very good.”

Keigo nodded slowly, filing the information away. He opened his mouth to probe further when a loud voice cut across the corridor.

“Deku! Hurry up!” A blond boy was waving from the end of the hall.

Midoriya startled, clutching the papers close. “Ah, sorry, Keigo-san. I’ll go back first!” He scurried off, the blond falling into step beside him, their voices fading around the corner.

Keigo’s eyes lingered on Midoriya and the blond until their voices disappeared. Then he turned back into the council room, setting his bag down. He sat at the long table, his gaze drawn unconsciously toward the wide field below.

His mind wandered back to the first time he and Touya had met. It hadn’t been anything special, just an unlucky morning that ended up carved into his memory forever.

That day, Keigo had been running late, a rare slip caused by his own carelessness. He had boarded the wrong train, gotten off at the wrong station, and scrambled to backtrack. By the time he reached near UA, fat drops of rain began pelting down.

He looked around frantically, his hair already sticking to his forehead, muttering about umbrellas he didn’t have. And then, out of nowhere, someone walked up beside him, a cigarette already dangling from his lips. 

“Fuck it. Should’ve stayed home and slept,” the boy exhaled.

Keigo blinked up, startled, golden eyes meeting blue ones filled with visible annoyance. 

The boy looked at him once, then down at his uniform. “UA?” he asked flatly. 

Keigo nodded, still blinking rain out of his lashes. 

Without hesitation, the stranger shoved an umbrella at him. “Take it. Now I’ve got a reason to skip.”

“W-what? Hey, wait..” Keigo called after him, dumbfounded, clutching the handle. But the boy had already turned on his heel, heading back toward the station without looking back once.

When Keigo finally found out the umbrella’s owner was none other than Todoroki Touya, he felt almost stupid. He had described him to others for a week – black hair, pair of blue eyes, the type who looked perpetually annoyed.

“Huh. You know you can keep it. I’ve got plenty,” Touya said lazily, sliding a cigarette pack into his pocket. 

His blue eyes glinted with amusement as Keigo stood stiffly in front of him, umbrella clutched awkwardly in hand.

“I wanted to thank you,” Keigo said earnestly. “I had an important meeting that morning. If you hadn’t given me this, I might’ve missed it. I… I wouldn’t have gotten the scholarship.”

“Oh, so you’re one of the smart guys, huh? Guess I should be glad I helped the school’s shining star.” Touya's tone made it sound more like mockery than praise, but his eyes glinted.

Keigo avoided his gaze, pretending not to hear the jab. “Anyway… thanks again.” He handed over the umbrella with careful politeness, bowing slightly before walking away quickly.

That was their first real conversation. Later, Keigo learned Touya’s name came paired with words like “delinquent,” “danger,” and “troublemaker.” By the end of his first year, when Keigo was named student council president, he found his gaze seeking him out constantly.

It wasn’t intentional, at least not at first. But every time Keigo walked the halls, his eyes would lift, searching for a flash of black hair, a glint of blue eyes. At first, he told himself it was only debt.

But days turned to weeks, and somewhere along the line, gratitude blurred into something else. Keigo didn’t even notice when it happened, only that his heart started to race for reasons that had nothing to do with umbrellas or chance encounters. He was falling.

“What do you mean they use the old shed place for…” Keigo’s voice trailed off as his face flared red. The other council members shifted in their seats, gazes darting away, clearly just as uncomfortable as he was.

Midoriya kept glancing down at his hands, fidgeting with the papers in front of him. “Well… I got a report, that’s why I’m telling you. Plus, this is the second time someone’s informed me about this issue. I thought it was important.”

Keigo exhaled slowly, pressing his lips together. He knew exactly the place, an old shed beside the school field where unused supplies were stored. That students were apparently using it for… something so outrageous as to make love there… it twisted his gut.

As president, it was his responsibility to address it. “It’s okay, Midoriya. Thanks for informing me. I’ll talk to the head of the guard and make sure they check that area after school hours… and during them as well.”

Midoriya nodded earnestly, relief flickering in his expression. 

When the meeting finally ended, Keigo wasted no time. He went straight to the security office and spoke with the head guard, requesting a new timetable for patrols to cover the shed beside the field. The man agreed readily, promising to send the updated schedule that very night.

The following day, the air was  cold, clouds hanging low over the schoolyard. Keigo tugged his blazer tighter and told the vice president his plan as they packed up paperwork in the council room.

“You’re going alone, Keigo?” the third-year girl asked, her voice edged with concern as she looked up from her neatly stacked notes.

“Yes. It’s fine,” Keigo answered smoothly, slipping the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll check it after school hours.”

She hesitated before sighing. “Well, suit yourself. But if anything happens, please contact me immediately.”

Keigo only nodded in reply, his expression calm as always. But as he left the room and started down the hall toward his class, his chest felt oddly heavy.

That evening, after school ended and the courtyard emptied out, Keigo made his way toward the shed. It was bigger up close, the walls built from worn bricks, the surface damp with age. The heavy metal door creaked faintly when he pushed it open, but before stepping inside, he paused to look around.

He froze when he heard hushed whispers and stifled giggles behind him. Turning, he caught sight of a pair of students, hands still entwined, creeping toward the shed. The moment their eyes landed on Keigo, their faces drained of color, laughter dying instantly.

Keigo exhaled, narrowing his golden eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re just walking. It’s not school hours, so it’s not your business,” the boy said quickly, his voice pitched louder as if trying to impress the girl by standing up to the council president.

“It is after school hours. And you shouldn’t be here.” Keigo’s tone sharpened. “Go back before I write you both detention slips for attempting indecent acts on school grounds.”

The girl scoffed, tugging at her boyfriend’s arm, while the boy’s jaw clenched in frustration. Together they turned and stomped away, throwing him dirty looks as they left.

Keigo watched them retreat until they disappeared behind the trees, then scowled, muttering to himself.

He turned back to the shed, pulling the heavy door open with effort. Inside was dim, filled with the smell of dust and old wood. Abandoned sports equipment leaned against the walls, mats rolled up haphazardly. But in the far corner, he spotted it, an obvious makeshift bed of layered mats and blankets.

“These students…” Keigo muttered under his breath, pressing a hand to his forehead. “They should just rent a love hotel or something…”

BAM!

The door slammed shut behind him, the echo rattling through the brick walls. Keigo froze, heart leaping into his throat, before rushing to the door. He tugged hard at the handle, locked. From outside, a voice jeered, muffled but clear.

“Serve you right! You should mind your own business instead of interfering with others!”

Keigo’s jaw clenched as the footsteps faded. He tugged the door hard, then shoved with his shoulder, but the heavy metal didn’t budge an inch. “Open up! Hey! Open this right now!”

Growling, he patted at his pockets, searching, but his stomach dropped when he remembered he hadn’t brought his phone today. “Great,” he muttered. 

He kicked the door once, twice, before bracing both hands against it and pushing with all his weight. Still nothing. His golden eyes darting around the shadowy shed for another way out. He gritted his teeth, kicked the door again, harder this time.

A low groan cut through the air. “What the fuck… it’s so noisy.”

Keigo froze, whipping his head around toward the sound. His golden eyes widened as he realized he wasn’t alone in the shed after all.

“…Todoroki?” Keigo blurted.

Touya yawned, his lips curling into a crooked grin. “Prez.” His voice was rough. “Didn’t know you’d start breaking into my nap spot.”

Keigo blinked rapidly, then scowled, pushing the panic from his face. “Your nap spot? This is school property, not your bedroom. You shouldn’t even be here…”

“Neither should you.” Touya stretched, his shirt riding up slightly as he rolled his shoulders. “Pretty sure presidents aren’t supposed to get themselves locked in sheds after hours. Not very golden-boy behavior, huh?”

Keigo’s face flared, his hand curling into a fist. “It wasn’t me! Some idiots locked the door from the outside. I was inspecting…”

Touya cut him off with a lazy snort. “Inspecting? What, the quality of the dust?” He waved a hand vaguely around the shed. “Yeah, it’s top tier.”

Keigo grit his teeth, ignoring the smirk spreading across Touya’s face. He turned back to the door, shoving at it again, but it didn’t budge. His palms stung from the effort.

Behind him, Touya’s low chuckle filled the room. “Relax, Prez. You’ll just wear yourself out. Whoever locked you in probably won’t come back till morning.”

Keigo whipped around, eyes wide. “M-morning?!”

Touya leaned back against the wall. “You think they’re gonna come back, unlock it, and smile all sweet like, ‘just a joke, Prez’? Pretty sure you’d just hand them a detention slip and lecture them about rules for an hour. You know we hate when you do that, right?”

Keigo’s brows pinched, his golden eyes narrowing. “If you hate it so much, then how about following the rules? And…” his nose wrinkled, “are you smoking, Todoroki?”

Touya smirked, taking a drag before exhaling slow and careless. “Uh, yeah. What, you gonna start the lecture now? It’s after school hours. Guess that means you’ve got no power over me right now, right?”

Keigo’s jaw twitched. “It’s still school grounds…urgh, whatever. Forget it.” He turned toward the door again, palms braced against the cool metal. “Now help me push this open. I don’t want to be stuck in here all night.”

Touya tilted his head, gaze flicking to the locked door, then back to Keigo. “All night with you, huh?” His smirk sharpened. “Sounds kinda fun.”

Keigo ignored the heat crawling up his ears and leaned into the door again, shoving his shoulder against the wood until it rattled but refused to open. Behind him, he heard footsteps shuffle closer, then Touya’s low voice.

“Let’s see.”

Touya pressed beside him, bracing one hand against the frame as he gave the door a sharp shove. It groaned under the pressure but didn’t budge. 

He exhaled, stepping back with a careless shrug. “Okay, tried. Guess we’re stuck for a while.”

Keigo twisted around to glare at him. “You didn’t even try that hard.”

Touya’s grin widened. “What are you so afraid of, huh? It’s not like I’m gonna do anything to you… yet.”

Keigo’s throat bobbed. “Wh-what are you saying?”

“Well…” Touya strolled casually toward the corner, where the makeshift bed leaned messily against the wall. 

He crouched and plucked something from the pile. His smirk widened as he held it up between two fingers. A crumpled packet of condoms. His other hand dragged out a half-empty bottle of lube.

“Well, Prez,” he drawled, waving the condom and lube lightly, “we’ve got four walls, a bed, and these little helpers. You see the equation here?”

“If you get that idea, I’ll kick you so hard, Todoroki.”

Touya chuckled. “You’re so damn fun to tease.” He flopped back onto the makeshift bed, stretching out lazily. “Come sit down already. I know you’re tired from all your hard work. But seriously, Prez, you really are an idiot sometimes.”

“I-I am not an idiot!” Keigo sputtered, his cheeks hot. “I just want to go back and…ah! A phone! You must have one, right?”

“Nope,” Touya said immediately, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “Of course not. Didn’t you lecture me about no phones on school grounds?”

Keigo’s face fell flat, the spark of hope instantly snuffed out. He slumped down with a groan, dropping to sit cross-legged against the opposite wall. Out of all the days for Todoroki to actually follow his advice, it had to be today.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I guess… we just need to stay calm first. And wait. Someone will come eventually.”

“Sure, Prez. Let’s ‘stay calm.’ But just so you know…” Touya grin widened faintly. “…I don’t stay calm for long.”

Keigo ignored whatever Touya meant, shutting his eyes as he leaned harder against the wall. He needed to think. His lashes fluttered open, and he glanced at his watch. Nearly 7 p.m. already. If he started shouting now, no one would hear anyway. The shed sat all the way at the far end of the field.

Then it hit him, tonight was the first night the new guard schedule would start. If he remembered correctly, the rounds began at 9 p.m. Yes. He only needed to wait two more hours. He could survive that. He had to.

But right then, his stomach betrayed him with a loud, painful growl.

Touya’s head tilted. “Prez,” he drawled, “what the hell are you hiding in your stomach?”

Keigo flushed scarlet, his hands clutching at his uniform jacket. “Shut up! I’m just… hungry, okay?”

Touya chuckled low in his throat. “Your stomach’s louder than any noise you make, Prez. Lucky for you, I’ve got something in my pants that could keep you full all night. Wanna try it?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, suspicion sharp as he crossed his arms. “…What exactly are you implying, Todoroki?”

“Nothing,” Touya said easily, spreading his legs wider in front of him. “But if you really wanna find out, you can sit down right here.” He patted his thigh like an open invitation.

Keigo whipped his head away, his cheeks heating. “No thanks. I’m perfectly fine where I am.”

Touya tilted his head, studying him with a sharper glint in his eyes. “Prez,” he drawled slowly, “are you afraid of me?”

“No,” Keigo shot back instantly. “Of course not!”

Touya’s grin lingered,. “Really? Then why is it, every time I catch you staring at me, you whip your head away? Or when you see me doing something, your face looks like it wants to say a whole lot more than ‘detention slip, Todoroki.’” He leaned back on his hands. “You wanna talk about it, Keigo? We’ve got all night.”

Keigo’s head jerked up at that. Touya had said his name – his name – for the first time. The sound of it rolling off his tongue made his heart trip over itself, thumping faster.

He forced his eyes up. “No. I just… wonder why someone who has everything would want to throw it away. Acting like a spoiled brat all the time. What, didn’t get enough attention at home or something?”

For a split second, Touya’s face changed. 

“Fuck you, Prez.”

“Did I hit a nerve?” Keigo smirked, but before he could add more, a sudden sneeze slipped out of him. 

His shoulders jerked with the sneeze, and only then did he realize the temperature had dropped. Instinctively, his arms tugged his jacket tighter around himself.

He glanced at Touya, only to see the other boy looking entirely unfazed.

“Starting to get cold?” Touya asked. “This place always drops after seven. You better come over here. I’ve got a blanket.”

“No thanks,” Keigo muttered quickly, chin tucked stubbornly.

“You’re so stubborn. I won’t do anything to you, even after you just hurt my feelings, Prez.”

Keigo ignored him, forcing his eyes shut. I can survive this, he told himself. Just one hour and a half until nine… why is time so damn slow?

But ten minutes later, his body betrayed him. He was shivering, teeth pressing into his lip to stop the chatter. His stomach cramped, loud and demanding, reminding him he should’ve been home right now with a steaming bowl of soup, maybe even that glazed chicken from the convenience store he loved so much. The thought only made it worse.

Grrrrkkk.

His stomach growled again, loud and pitiful. This time Touya’s laugh broke out. Keigo’s eyes flew open, his cheeks blazing red.

“Oh god,” Touya smirked, clutching his side. “So our perfect president actually has weaknesses, huh?”

Before Keigo could snap back, Touya fished something out of his pocket and tossed it across the room. It landed neatly in Keigo’s lap. “Here. Eat this for a while.”

Keigo blinked, then picked it up. A simple chocolate bar stared back at him, crinkled wrapper warm from Touya’s pocket.

“Eat it. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have poison or anything,” Touya said dryly as he unwrapped another bar from his pocket and took a bite himself. 

He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out like a brat. “See? Perfectly safe.”

Keigo hesitated, then tore the wrapper and bit into it, chewing grudgingly. “…Thanks,” he muttered softly.

“Now you owe me one. After this, maybe give me some slack, huh?”

Keigo frowned, licking melted chocolate off his thumb. “Is this a bribe?”

Touya chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “Is your whole life just a book, Keigo? Loosen up a little, will you?”

Keigo’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer. Of course he lived by the book. That’s how he’d survived this long. That’s what he’d been taught – rules were order, rules were safety. Without them, everything fell apart.

“It’s true, isn’t it? Your father killed someone, Prez?”

Keigo’s head snapped up so fast his neck almost cracked. “What?!” His chest seized, heartbeat thundering so loud it filled his ears. “Where did you hear that?” The shed suddenly felt colder, the air biting harder at his skin.

Touya’s smirk stretched slowly. “So it’s true.”

Keigo lurched to his feet abruptly. “W-where did you hear it?! It’s not true!”

“Even your reaction says it’s true.” Touya waved his hand lazily. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell people. It’s safe with me.”

Keigo’s chest twisted painfully. He crossed the shed, grabbing a fistful of Touya’s collar and yanking him close. “I asked you, where did you hear it?!” His golden eyes burned, wide and desperate.

Touya didn’t flinch. “Relax, Prez. I was just curious. Did a little… background check, that’s all.”

Keigo’s nails dug harder into the fabric. “You…”

“Do the teachers know about it?” Touya cut in.

Keigo froze. His lip trembled before he bit it hard enough to sting. Of course some of the administration knew… but not about his father. His record had passed through official hands before UA ever let him in. 

Before UA, it had been HPSC who’d taken him in, cleaned up his papers, pushed him forward as one of their top intellectual prospects. That was why UA accepted him at all. Because the Commission had suggested it.

And yet… Touya Todoroki, of all people, had somehow dug into it.

“Don’t worry,” Touya said at last. “I’m not gonna spread it. Who the hell would I even tell? Half the school already thinks I’m a liar. And the other half’s too scared of me to listen.”

Keigo’s throat went dry. “If you say one word…”

“I said I won’t.” Touya lifted his hands lazily. “But it does make me wonder, Prez… what other secrets you’re hiding under that perfect mask.”

“I don’t… I don’t need to explain anything to you…” Keigo muttered.

“Huh. Now you’ve really got me curious.” Touya pried Keigo’s hand off his collar, but the moment his fingers brushed Keigo’s skin, his smirk faltered. Cold.

“Fuck, Prez, you’re freezing.”

Before Keigo could react,  Touya grabbed both his hands and rubbed them roughly between his palms. His eyes flicked to Keigo’s lips – nearly blue – and the way his teeth chattered uncontrollably. 

“Are you serious? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

Touya’s hands were tugging the thin blanket from the makeshift bed. He threw it over Keigo’s shoulders and, without hesitation, yanked him into his lap.

“W-what are you doing?!” Keigo’s face burned, pressed against the warm plane of Touya’s chest. His ears went scarlet as his body stiffened in shock.

“Preventing you from dying, dumbass. You’re like ice.” Touya’s arms wrapped tighter around him, holding him against his own body heat. “God, you’re so cold…”

Keigo stiffened, his mind short-circuiting at the warmth pressing against him, the rough scent of smoke and soap filling his lungs. His fists bunched awkwardly in the front of Touya’s uniform.

Touya tilted his head, resting his chin against Keigo’s hair. “Relax, Prez. It’s not like I’m asking for your virtue. Just… stop shaking already.”

“I-I’m o-okay. Just… okay, it’s really cold,” Keigo admitted softly, his body trembling as he shifted, readjusting himself on Touya’s lap. 

When he finally looked up, Touya was already smirking down at him. “Don’t smirk, you asshole.”

“What? I’m being helpful,” Touya shot back lazily. “Sharing body heat with you, and all I get in return is name-calling?”

Keigo narrowed his golden eyes. “I know you’re waiting to tease me, so you better stop before …”

Touya chuckled low, his chest vibrating against Keigo’s cheek. “But it’s fun. And you make the cutest face when you’re flustered.”

“C-cute?!” Keigo jerked, his ears flaming red. He tried to wiggle out of Touya’s grip. “I knew it. You’re being an asshole!”

Touya only tightened his hold, effortlessly keeping him in place. “Hey, don’t move around like that. You’ll just make it worse.” He tilted his head as if trying to remember something. “What’s that word again? Hypo… hypo…”

“Hypothermia,” Keigo muttered, glaring up at him.

“Yeah, that ‘mia’ thing.” Touya smirked again. “And I’m not about to be the prime suspect for killing the class president in a freezing shed.”

Keigo narrowed his eyes. “If I’m dying in here, I’ll haunt you, Todoroki.”

Touya chuckled, the sound low and unbothered. The laugh sent a strange jolt through Keigo’s chest, making his heart pound harder, louder than he realized. Only then did it strike him just how close they were, Touya’s warmth pressed against him, his breath ghosting over his hair.

Keigo’s gaze flicked upward reluctantly. Those eyes weren’t just blue like he always assumed, they gleamed in shades of turquoise, bright even in the dim shed light. 

His lashes were unexpectedly long, shadows brushing against his skin, and beneath the lingering smoke, Keigo caught something subtler, like sandalwood.

“You okay, Prez? Your heart’s making a loud sound,” Touya murmured, leaning closer until Keigo instinctively wiggled back.

“I-I’m okay. Totally fine. Just… cold.” Keigo forced the words out quickly, trying to duck his head, desperate to hide the heat flooding his face.

“Really?” Touya’s voice dripped with suspicion. He tilted down, his smirk softening into something that looked almost like concern, peering at Keigo’s flushed cheeks.

“Y-yes,” Keigo blurted, twisting awkwardly to readjust his seat on Touya’s lap.

Silence followed. Keigo almost sighed in relief that Touya hadn’t pressed the question further. Gradually, the shared heat began to sink in, chasing the chill from his bones. His body eased without thinking, leaning closer into Touya’s chest again.

Then Touya’s voice cut through, low and wicked. “Prez, if you keep moving your ass against my dick like that, I might have to put the lube and condom to use on you.”

“W-WHAT?!” Keigo practically yelped, twisting hard in Touya’s lap, his face blazing crimson. His palms shoved against Touya’s chest in a panicked attempt to push him away.

Touya’s grip only tightened around his hips. “Stop moving, Prez.”

“You…you pervert!” Keigo stammered. “How could you say something so vulgar like that? I…”

“Vulgar?” Touya’s laughter rumbled deep in his chest, brushing warm against Keigo’s ear. “God, you’re so damn cute. What, never heard words like dick and ass in your life?”

Keigo’s face burned hotter. “I’ve heard them enough! Don’t… don’t repeat them. You’re…” His voice faltered suddenly as something thick and undeniably hard pressed firmly against his backside through their uniforms.

His breath hitched. “…T-Todoroki.”

“That’s why I asked you to stop moving,” Touya muttered.

“I-I stopped moving… so… so calm down, please,” Keigo whispered, his face hidden low.

“Calm down?” Touya barked out a low laugh. “Fuck, Keigo, I’m a man. What the hell do you expect when someone grinds their ass on my dick?”

Keigo froze. His face burned hotter as his fingers clenched uselessly in Touya’s shirt. “…I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

A shaky gasp slipped from his lips when Touya shifted lazily back against the wall, grinding him down unintentionally. “Ahh…”

“Fuck,” Touya cursed. “Don’t make that sound.”

“I-it’s not my intention,” Keigo said quickly.

“Just shut up, Prez. Or don’t blame me if I do something.”

Keigo snapped his mouth shut instantly, heart slamming hard in his chest.

Touya exhaled hard, tipping his head back against the wall. The weight of Keigo in his lap remained, the blond’s forehead now pressed into the crook of his shoulder. His slim fingers still bunched weakly in Touya’s uniform.

“…Are you still cold?” Touya asked finally, his voice quieter.

Keigo nodded once.

Touya’s arms wrapped tighter around him, pulling him flush against his chest. Keigo leaned into the hug despite himself, his body desperate for warmth.

“How are you still so damn warm?” Keigo muttered, muffled against Touya’s shoulder.

“My body tolerates cold temperature. This is nothing to me…” Touya’s voice softened as he tilted his head, brushing his chin lightly over Keigo’s hair. “But you… you’re still shaking. You’re really not okay.”

“I… t-totally f-fine,” Keigo insisted weakly, though his teeth chattered.

“You totally don’t sound fine,” Touya muttered.

“It’s okay,” Keigo whispered. “T-the g-guard w-will come… they… they’ll r-round here around nine p.m.”

“Guess we just need to wait until then,” Touya murmured.

Keigo only nodded faintly, eyelids heavy as he let out a shaky breath. His body felt drained. He was cold, hungry, and so damn tired. Slowly, almost without thinking, his arms wrapped around Touya’s torso, clinging tight. His cheek pressed against the crook of Touya’s neck, seeking every bit of warmth he could steal.

Touya stiffened for half a second, then relaxed with a quiet huff of laughter. “Prez… if you keep snuggling me like that, people are gonna think you actually like me.”

Keigo didn’t answer, too exhausted to throw back a retort. His breath fanned warm over Touya’s skin, and Touya’s smirk faltered as he realized just how much the blond was trembling.

“…Idiot,” Touya muttered softly, tugging the blanket tighter around them both. “You should’ve just come here from the start.”

Keigo hadn’t realized when sleep had claimed him, only that he woke to the faintest shift beneath him. His lashes fluttered as he blinked blearily, and then memory crashed back, his arms still looped tight around Touya, his face pressed into the crook of his neck. Heat rushed to his cheeks.

“Keigo,” Touya’s voice rumbled above his head. “Are you sure someone’s gonna come?”

Keigo cleared his throat quickly,  “Ah… y-yes. They should. The new schedule… i-it was supposed to start tonight.” 

His voice shook along with his body, a tremor he couldn’t hide as he instinctively leaned closer, chasing whatever warmth Touya still gave.

That was when he noticed it, the heat that had cocooned him earlier wasn’t the same. Touya’s body felt cooler now. Keigo’s breath caught. He tilted his head up, eyes wide. 

“T-Todoroki… are… are you cold too?”

Touya tilted his head lazily toward him. “Maybe a little. But don’t start crying about it, Prez. You’re still the one shaking harder.”

Keigo jerked upright a little, his eyes snapping to the hands of his watch.  “It’s… it’s already past nine,” he whispered.

Touya’s turquoise eyes flicked down at him. “Don’t think they’re checking this spot tonight.”

“N-no way…” he whispered. “They were supposed to come by now.  I-I talked to the head guard myself!”

“Guess your perfect plans don’t always work out, huh, Prez?”

Keigo’s throat went dry. His body trembled harder, part cold, part panic. He leaned closer without thinking, burying his face against Touya’s shoulder again. “…T-then… what do we do?”

Touya smirked faintly, but his arms tightened around Keigo’s back. “What we’ve been doing. Sit tight, keep warm, wait for morning. Unless, of course, you’d rather I take your mind off it another way…”

“Another way?” Keigo asked before his brain could catch up with his mouth.

Touya barked out a laugh, his head tipping back against the wall. “God, Prez, I don’t know if you said that out of pure desperation or pure curiosity.”

Keigo jerked back, glaring with his cheeks flaming. “Don’t say that! I-I don’t even know what you mean.” His protest crumbled into three quick sneezes, his whole body jolting with each one. 

He rubbed furiously at his nose. “I-it’s so cold…”

Without warning, Touya’s hand shot forward, gripping Keigo’s tie and yanking it loose.

“W-what are you doing?!” Keigo sputtered, clutching at his collar.

Touya smirked, his gaze dropping o the neat row of buttons on Keigo’s uniform. “What do you think?” 

His fingers brushed the first one, already working it free until Keigo slapped his hand away.

“Relax,” Touya said. “If we want to survive the night, we share body heat. It’s science, right? Don’t they teach you this in all those books you worship?”

His own shirt was already half undone, collar gaping, pale skin flashing in the dim light.

Keigo’s face burned hotter. “B-but…”

“Unless you’d rather both of us die from hypothermia?” 

Keigo shut his eyes tight. “…No…” His voice cracked. “…I don’t want to die.”

“Good boy,” Touya murmured.

Keigo’s trembling fingers rose reluctantly to his buttons. He undid them one by one. His face was crimson as he muttered, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Do it slowly, Prez.” Touya leaned back with a wolfish grin. “You’re sitting on my lap, undressing piece by piece. It’s like the wildest dream of every guy in this school.”

Keigo groaned and shoved at his shoulder. “If you keep teasing me, I’ll knock you out, Todoroki.”

Touya only laughed, the sound vibrating in Keigo’s ear. But when the last button came undone, he tugged Keigo forward, pressing him flush against his bare chest.

Keigo gasped at the sudden heat, a shiver rolling through him, and a soft sound slipped from his lips. His arms wound instinctively around Touya’s bare torso, clutching him close. The contrast between his icy skin and Touya’s furnace-like warmth made his head spin.

“Ahhh…” Keigo sighed softly, his head burrowing closer into Touya’s shoulder. “This is so good, Todoroki…”

The words spilled from him like nothing, offhanded, careless, as though he hadn’t just said something that made Touya’s control snap taut.

Touya’s eyes slammed shut. His jaw clenched, every muscle in his body going rigid. He tilted his head back against the wall, cursing under his breath. He could feel every inch of Keigo’s icy body pressed against him, every tremble and shiver.

And worse, the way Keigo unconsciously shifted closer, his thighs dragging, his ass grinding against Touya’s cock through the fabric of their uniforms.

“Fucking… hell,” Touya muttered under his breath, his hands tightening around Keigo’s waist. Think something else. Think something else.

But Keigo’s breath ghosted hot against his throat, his voice soft and needy as he murmured his name again. “Todoroki…”

The last thread of restraint Touya had frayed dangerously thin.

When Touya first saw Keigo, it hadn’t been anything worth remembering. Just another kid in the hallway, blond hair sticking out in every direction, nearly slipping past him in a rush. 

Touya thought nothing of it, just muttering under his breath as the boy stumbled by with a quick, distracted “sorry.” 

But later that day, as Touya cut behind the gym to sneak a smoke, a ruckus caught his ear. 

“…No, you’re the one who bumped into me. Not the other way around.”

“Tch. First year brat’s got a mouth on him. Disrespectful as hell. Apologize.”

Touya paused, craning his neck around the corner. Two upperclassmen loomed over that same blond kid, the one who’d almost crashed into him earlier. 

“No,” the blond shot back. “Why would I apologize for something I didn’t do? Tell me your names. I’ll report this to the teacher…ahh!”

One of them shoved him hard against the wall. “Ohhh, look at this. Wanna be the teacher’s pet dog, huh?”

Touya smirked faintly, scratching his forehead. What dumbasses. He was ready to walk away, not his problem, when the sound of a grunt made him glance back. The upperclassman staggered, clutching his stomach.

The blond had shoved him back.

“The fuck, brat?!” the second snapped. “You looking to get your ass kicked?”

Minutes later, both upperclassmen were groaning on the ground, clutching their stomachs and ribs. The blond stood panting, uniform slightly ruffled, but chin lifted stubbornly as if daring anyone else to challenge him.

Touya rubbed his chin thoughtfully, turquoise eyes gleaming with amusement. Interesting.

Later, he learned the boy’s name: Takami Keigo.

And somehow, after that, Touya kept noticing him.

It wasn’t that Touya went out of his way to notice him. If anything, it was the opposite. The blond just had a way of showing up, slipping into his line of sight without fail. 

The kid wasn’t even in the council yet, but somehow he carried himself like he already ran the damn place. Always telling upperclassmen off with that irritatingly righteous tone.

Or smiling politely onstage during assemblies as he accepted medal after medal for academics, for sports, for community shit Touya couldn’t care less about.

So the day his old man snapped and told him to take the train instead of the chauffeured car  – “maybe if you actually traveled like a normal student you’d show up on time” – Touya sulked his way onto the platform with zero intention of attending class. 

That’s when he saw him again. Blond hair, neat uniform, golden eyes blinking rapidly at the downpour hammering against the pavement. The idiot didn’t even have an umbrella.

Touya lit his cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily into the damp air as he strolled down the street.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, tipping his head back at the gray sky. “Should’ve just stayed home and slept.”

The blond startled slightly, turning his head. Up close, his face looked fresh than Touya expected – cheekbones delicate, eyes too bright for such a gray morning.

“UA?” Touya asked absently.

Keigo nodded cautiously, clutching his bag a little tighter. He clearly had no idea who Touya was yet.

Without another word, Touya shoved the umbrella into his hands. “Take it. Now I’ve got a reason to skip.”

Before the blond could react, Touya had already turned on his heel, heading back toward the station.

Then a week later, when the blond finally tracked him down at his locker, clutching the umbrella.

Keigo stammered a soft “thanks” and explained that if not for the umbrella, he would’ve missed some important scholarship interview. 

Touya only smirked, but inside he realized something he didn’t want to admit, he kind of liked this boy. 

And at the end of their first year, when Touya overheard the news that the same blond had been appointed as the new student council president, he couldn’t help but tsk under his breath. 

“Tch. Damn it. Why can’t he be normal? Instead of wagging his tail as the teachers’ perfect dog?” His words slipped out before he could stop them.

“Are you saying something, Touya-kun?” Toga asked lazily, sprawled out beside him on the rooftop with her lollipop bobbing between her lips.

“Nothing,” Touya replied quickly, leaning back on his elbows. “Go back to sleep.”

“Is it okay we’re even up here?” she yawned. “What if someone sees?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Touya said, eyes flicking toward the courtyard below. “After all, I really wanted to see some blond president today.”

Toga’s grin widened, her lollipop stick bobbing between her teeth. “Aww~ you want to get the first detention slip from him?”

“Maybe,” Touya replied with a lazy shrug, letting the corner of his mouth tug up into a smirk.

Later, each time Keigo handed him a detention slip or launched into one of his long-winded lectures, Touya couldn’t help but find it funny.

The way the blond’s brows furrowed so seriously, his lips pressing tight around words like “rules” and “responsibility,” it was almost too easy to slip a little flirt in between, just to watch him crack.

Like the time Keigo cornered him for skipping gym, threatening to add another detention slip. 

Touya only grinned and murmured, “You just want me all to yourself after class, huh? Didn’t know the prez had a kinky side.” 

Keigo’s ears had gone red all the way to his neck, his words tripping over themselves as he shoved the slip at him.

Sometimes, when he caught Keigo looking at him from across the hall, the reaction was even better. The second their eyes met, Keigo’s cheeks flared pink, and he jerked his gaze away so fast Touya thought he’d get whiplash.

Touya leaned back one afternoon, rubbing at his cheek with a half-smile. “Ahhh… this is bad,” he muttered under his breath. 

Because somehow, between the red cheeks, the stuttered scolding, and the stubborn way Keigo kept pretending nothing was there, Touya realized he wasn’t just amused anymore. He was hooked.

And now, with Keigo curled up on his lap, brushing his lips against his neck in search of warmth, how the hell was he not supposed to think dirty? He was a man,  a very healthy, very frustrated young man.

Not even the memory of Shoto’s annoying face or the suffocating rules of the Todoroki household could kill the throbbing ache straining against his pants.

Keigo shifted awkwardly, his thighs squeezing together as he adjusted on Touya’s lap. The friction dragged over Touya’s cock, and his jaw clenched hard. 

“Keigo… what are you doing?” Touya hissed.

“I-it… I can still feel it,” Keigo stammered.

“Of course you can feel it,” Touya snapped. “My fucking cock is hard because you keep grinding your damn ass on it for the last half hour.”

Keigo’s head shot up, his golden eyes wide and glassy. “I… I’m sorry…!!”

“Sorry isn’t gonna make it go away,” Touya muttered. 

His fingers dug into Keigo’s hips, holding him still. “Just… fuck, just stop fucking moving.”

Keigo froze, his whole body stiff, like he might cry. “…O-okay,” he whispered. His lips trembled, but he forced himself not to move again.

Touya squeezed his eyes shut, cursing under his breath. It was too damn cold to shove Keigo off and handle it himself, but if the guards didn’t hurry their asses up, he was going to snap.

Then Keigo’s voice, shaky and soft, broke the silence. “…W-want… want me to do something about it?”

Touya almost thrust up right then, his cock twitching hard against Keigo’s ass. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay still, his grip tightening painfully around the blond’s waist. 

“Don’t… don’t fucking suggest something you can’t finish, Prez,” Touya growled.

“I… I didn’t mean… I just thought…”

Touya huffed, tipping his head back against the wall with a hollow laugh. “God, you’re killing me.” 

He forced himself to loosen his grip, even if his cock twitched angrily under the friction of Keigo’s weight. “You’re freezing, shivering in my arms, and all I can think about is bending you over this shitty excuse for a bed. You happy now? That’s your fault, Prez.”

“T-that’s just… normal reaction of our bodies,” Keigo muttered as he looked away. “I should just stay still. It’s my fault, I’m really sorry.”

“God, don’t go crying about it.” Touya sighed, his voice dropping when he caught the sheen at the corners of Keigo’s eyes. 

For a moment, irritation slipped into something else, something softer. He lifted a hand, cupping Keigo’s cheek.

Keigo flinched at the sudden touch. “Relax. I’m not gonna do anything,” Touya said quietly. “I just… wanna know something.”

His thumb brushed under Keigo’s eye, tracing the dark triangle etched into his skin. “I’ve always wondered… is this a tattoo? Or a birthmark?” His mouth quirked faintly. “…It’s beautiful.”

Keigo’s breath caught in his throat. Beautiful? He’d heard “weird,” “ugly,” “freak” whispered enough times to make him want to tear the mark from his skin. But beautiful? 

“My… my mother made it,” Keigo whispered. “Well… I guess I can say that. Maybe.”

Touya’s brows lifted slightly. “Maybe?”

Keigo bit his lip, eyes dropping. “…It’s a long story. But… it was there when I was five. She… she marked me. So I wouldn’t run away… again.”

“Huh. I thought my old man was one fucked-up bastard,” Touya muttered, his thumb still brushing Keigo’s cheek. “But I guess your family’s just as fucked.”

Keigo’s throat tightened. He turned his face slightly, trying to laugh it off. “…Now you know all my secrets. Guess I need to be careful around you.” The sound that left him was thin, forced, like glass about to crack.

“Didn’t I say your secret’s safe with me, Prez?” Touya’s voice softened just enough to make Keigo’s chest ache.

Keigo looked up at him, eyes sharp but faintly trembling. “…Why?”

Touya’s lips curved into a smirk, though his turquoise eyes didn’t waver. He leaned in, slow, testing the waters. His breath brushed Keigo’s mouth as he murmured, “I don’t know. It’s fun. You’re… interesting. Maybe.”

Keigo’s lips parted at the answer, his chest tightening. “…Maybe?” he whispered back.

“Yes. Maybe.”

Before Keigo could think, Touya closed the distance. His lips caught Keigo’s, rough and hot.

For half a second Touya braced for a slap, or at least the shove of Keigo’s hand against his chest. Instead, Keigo froze, then his lashes fluttered shut. He leaned in, his lips moving back against Touya’s with desperate, clumsy force.

Touya’s smirk vanished into the kiss. He hadn’t expected the president the rule-obsessed, tail-wagging golden boy, to kiss him back, much less deepen it. But Keigo did.

And Touya? He kissed him harder.

Keigo’s lips trembled against his, unsure and clumsy, but warm in a way Touya hadn’t expected. When they finally pulled back for air, Keigo’s eyes fluttered open, golden and wide, his face burning crimson. 

“…Y-you taste… sweet,” Keigo blurted before he could stop himself.

Touya threw his head back and laughed,  his forehead brushing Keigo’s. “Sweet, huh? That’s a new one.” His turquoise eyes gleamed as he tilted his head. “And I’d bet my last pack of smokes this is your first time too, Prez.”

Keigo’s mouth opened, then snapped shut, his blush spreading down his neck. He turned his face away, muttering under his breath, “…Shut up.”

Touya couldn’t help himself; he tugged Keigo back in, mouth moving more insistently this time, his tongue teasing at the seam of Keigo’s lips. He wanted him to open up, to taste him properly, to leave him marked.

Keigo startled, pulling back with a confused look, lips red and slightly wet. “…W-what are you doing?” he asked softly, almost like he genuinely didn’t understand.

“Damn,” Touya muttered, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned his head away. Keigo didn’t even know what that kind of kiss was.

“Do I… did I do something wrong?” Keigo asked softly.

Touya’s chest tightened. He dropped his forehead onto Keigo’s shoulder, hiding the mess on his face. “…No. No, you absolutely did the opposite of wrong,” he muttered hoarsely. “The one who fucked up… is me.”

Keigo hesitated, then slowly raised a hand, fingers threading tentatively through Touya’s hair. The strands slid soft and uneven between his fingertips, and he toyed with them gently, unsure if it would help but unable to stop himself.

“You don’t get it,” Touya rasped after a moment. His arms tightened around Keigo’s waist, pulling him closer. “I want you so bad it’s driving me insane. And if I let myself go even a little, I’ll ruin you. I don’t wanna do that. Not to you.”

“Why?” Keigo asked.

Touya leaned back, studying him. His turquoise eyes flickered over Keigo’s flushed face, the tremble in his lips. 

“…Do I look… do I look too pure? That you can’t touch me?”

Touya’s mouth curved into a small, almost sad smile. “Do I really need to answer that?”

Keigo’s brows knitted, golden eyes sparking with sudden heat. “I am not like that,” he snapped, and before Touya could reply, Keigo grabbed his face in both hands and crushed their mouths together.

Touya’s back hit the wall again, his hands locking around Keigo’s hips before he could grind down a second time. The kiss was clumsy, and desperate.

“Fuck, Keigo. What are you doing?”

Keigo’s face was scarlet. “I… I can do it too!” 

Touya snarled, fingers digging into his waist. “Stop. Fucking. Moving!”

“No!” Keigo blurted. “I… I want you too!”

Touya’s chest heaved, his self-control fraying with every syllable. He clenched his jaw, turquoise eyes blazing down at him. 

“Do you even fucking understand what you’re saying? Keigo, what I want and what you want are totally different things. What you’re asking for… it’s not some kiss.”

Keigo’s golden eyes widened, but he didn’t look away. “…It’s… it’s the same,” he whispered.

Touya let out a low chuckle. “What I want is…” he leaned in, his lips grazing Keigo’s ear as he hauled him tighter against his chest.

His cock, hard and hot, pressed flush against Keigo’s stomach. His other hand gripped Keigo’s ass hard, pulling him closer, grinding him against that need.

“This.”

Keigo whimpered, trying to wiggle away, but Touya’s grip tightened until he could do nothing but feel the thick length rubbing against his skin.

“You understand now, Keigo?” Touya’s voice was guttural, breaking on his own restraint. 

Touya ground up harder, biting back a groan. “Fuck… fuck… I want you so bad it hurts. Every time you came to me with your little fucking detention slip, you don’t know how much I wanted to ruin you. Tear up that perfect mask… in every single filthy way I’ve imagined.”

Keigo froze, his body trembling in Touya’s grip, wide golden eyes drinking in every word. His lips parted, but no sound came, only the harsh rhythm of his breathing.

“You get it now, Keigo?” Touya rasped. “So don’t fucking say you ‘want it too’ when you don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into.”

Keigo stayed perfectly still, chest rising and falling fast beneath the blanket. His gaze dragged down, landing on the hard outline grinding against his stomach. He swallowed, his throat working, then looked back up at Touya’s face, his own flushed to the ears. 

“…I…”

Touya cut him off. “You can say no. You can pull back. Walk out of here and go back to your perfect little council club. Pretend this never happened.” 

His grip on Keigo’s ass tightened, dragging him just that much closer, forcing him to feel the twitch of his cock under the layers of fabric.

Keigo’s breath hitched, his fingers fisting into Touya’s bare shoulders.

“But…” Touya leaned in, his lips brushing Keigo’s temple. “…the second you say yes, you’ll regret it. Because I won’t hold back. Not with you. I’ll take every inch of that mask you hide behind and tear it apart until you’re nothing but mine.”

His hips jerked once, cock grinding against Keigo through the thin barrier of their pants. A choked gasp escaped Keigo’s throat, his nails biting into Touya’s skin.

“Understand, Prez?” Touya muttered. “The moment you give me that yes… I won’t stop.”

“...Touya.”

The sound of his name, his actual name, not “Todoroki”, hit him like a jolt. His turquoise eyes widened for half a beat.

“I… I want you t…AHH…”

Keigo’s words were swallowed as his back hit the makeshift bed, Touya’s mouth crashing over his. The kiss was rough, desperate, his hands tearing at fabric until pants were shoved down, heat pressing against heat. 

Keigo’s eyes flew wide, his palms bracing weakly against Touya’s chest, but his gasp turned to a helpless moan when Touya’s fingers twisted his nipple, his hips grinding their cocks together in raw friction.

“T-Touya…” Keigo whimpered against his lips, the sound breaking apart into another breathless cry. “T-Touya!! S-stop… ahhh… mnghh… S-STOP!”

Touya stilled, only because Keigo shoved hard at his chest. His breath came harsh, teeth bared, eyes dark and starving. 

“What?!”

Keigo flinched, shrinking back under that feral gaze. His hand stayed pressed against Touya’s chest, trembling. “…I-I’m scared. You’re… scaring me.”

For a long, taut second, silence sat heavy between them. Touya’s chest rose and fell hard against Keigo’s palm.

Touya dragged a shaky hand through his hair, the other still braced firm beside Keigo’s head. His gaze raked over the blond beneath him, flushed, trembling, lips red from his kisses. It was every wet dream made flesh, only worse, because this was real.

He shut his eyes tight, throat bobbing. “Fuck…” he hissed under his breath.

His cock ached, pressed against Keigo’s hip, but the terror in those golden eyes burned deeper than his need.

When he opened his eyes again, his voice came rough. “…You have no idea how hard it is not to ruin you right now.” His forehead dipped, resting briefly against Keigo’s.

“I’m sorry… fuck, Keigo,” Touya muttered, his voice cracked with frustration and guilt. 

He forced himself to lean back, pulling his weight off the blond. Carefully, he tugged Keigo up into a sitting position and yanked the blanket tighter around him, shielding him from both the cold and his own mistake. His own pants hung loose, still unbuckled.

“You okay?” Touya asked, softer now. His turquoise eyes searched Keigo’s face.

Keigo clutched the blanket, his head bowed. Slowly, he nodded, though his shoulders shook faintly with each breath.

Touya exhaled sharply, dragging his hand down his face before reaching out hesitantly. He caught Keigo’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles. 

“...Are you hurt?”

Keigo shook his head quickly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Touya repeated, more desperate this time. “Fuck, I should not have done that. I lost it. I…”

Keigo finally lifted his head, tears trembling in his lashes. His lips quivered before he whispered, “You scared me, Touya. I was so scared. I thought… I thought you’d…” 

His voice cracked, breaking apart as tears spilled, and suddenly he was crying, shoulders curling inward as though he could make himself small.

“Fuck, fuck… Keigo, don’t cry…” Touya panicked, his arms wrapping around the trembling blond and pulling him tight against his chest. 

His voice cracked as he pressed his face into Keigo’s hair. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. This should’ve never happened. I should’ve stopped, I should’ve…” His words stumbled over themselves, choked with guilt.

“Touya, w-why… y-you should’ve stopped… I-I…” Keigo’s words broke into sobs. “…I hate you.”

“Yes,” Touya breathed, his heart twisting as though the words were a knife. “Yes, you can hate me. Hate me all you want. Oh god, Keigo, I’m sorry.” 

His grip only tightened, one hand cupping the back of Keigo’s head. “I promise. I swear, I’ll never touch you like that again.”

Keigo’s sobs shook through both of them, his face buried in Touya’s shoulder Touya rubbed slow circles against his back, murmuring apologies over and over.

Little by little, the harsh sobs softened into hiccups, then slowed further until they melted into shallow, uneven breaths. 

Touya blinked, tilting his head to look down. Keigo’s face was slack against his shoulder, eyes closed, lashes still wet with tears. He’d fallen asleep, worn out from exhaustion.

It was maybe an hour later when Touya’s ears picked up the faint crunch of boots outside the shed. His arms tightened reflexively around Keigo before he carefully shifted, laying the blond down against the makeshift bed. He stood, blanket tugged over Keigo’s shoulders, and stepped toward the door.

He knocked once, not too loud. “Hey! We’re inside!”

There was a startled ruckus outside before finally the heavy door creaked open. Two guards filled the doorway, their flashlights sweeping across the dim shed.

“…Todoroki?” one of them barked, squinting at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

Their eyes flicked over his undone pants, his bare chest, then back up to his face with suspicion. 

“Don’t tell me you were fucking around in here. If the president hears about this…”

A soft groan cut the man off. Both guards turned sharply toward the sound.

Behind Touya, Keigo sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, exposing his bare chest, pale skin still flushed from the chill.

The guards froze. Their faces went red for an entirely different reason as they swung their stares back to Touya.

Touya stepped forward instantly, his body sliding into their line of sight, blocking Keigo completely from their stares. “Not. A. Fucking. Word.”

It took nearly fifteen minutes for Keigo to gather himself enough to speak, stumbling over every other word as he explained the situation, how some students had locked them in as a prank. 

The guards exchanged glances, their expressions softening once the pieces fell into place. “It’s okay, Takami-san,” one of them said. “We’ll inform the head guard about this. We’ll also make sure to adjust the rounds to start earlier. Our apologies for the delay.  This was the first night of the new schedule.”

Keigo nodded quickly, already dressed back in his uniform, jacket pulled tight around him. His golden eyes stayed firmly on the ground, refusing to glance Touya’s way.

The guards escorted him toward the front gate under the dim glow of the lamps. Keigo walked in silence, not once did he turn to look back at the boy left standing behind in the shadows.

Since that night, Keigo avoided him completely. For the first time since Touya could remember, the golden boy treated him like he didn’t exist.

At first, Touya told himself he didn’t care. Fine, let the perfect president keep his distance. But after the third day of silence, irritation gnawed at him. The absence of Keigo’s nagging voice and his flushed cheeks burned louder than anything else.

So Touya started acting out again. Smoking near the field where everyone could see. Skipping whole classes and sprawling on the roof during roll call. Picking fights just loud enough that someone would have to report it. 

Each time, his eyes searched for that familiar blond head storming in, scolding him with those trembling hands gripping detention slips.

But Keigo never came. Not once.

Touya gritted his teeth, dragging smoke deep into his lungs as he leaned against the wall. “Fucking hell, Prez,” he muttered. “If I have to set this whole school on fire to make you look at me again, I will.”

“You’re deeply in love, it’s disgusting,” Shigaraki muttered without looking up, his leg propped over Bubaigawara’s stomach as the other boy snored, phone still buzzing with his game.

“You’d be shocked if you heard he fell for me.”

Shigaraki finally glanced up. “Is that a bet?”

Touya smirked faintly. He flicked ash to the ground, eyes narrowing toward the school building. It’s not a bet if I’ve already won, he thought, taking another long drag.

Not even a week later, while he leaned against the rooftop rail, a familiar voice broke through the wind.

“Touya… I like you so much.”

Touya blinked, caught off guard. He tilted his head, resting his chin on his palm, studying Keigo’s posture. “Really? Is this one of your jokes? Trying to make me stop acting up…”

“It’s not a joke,” Keigo cut him off, stepping closer, his face burning. “I’m not joking. Please… please reconsider my feelings.”

For a moment, the wind howled around them, carrying the scent of smoke and rain. Then Touya’s lips curved into a small smirk. He took a slow stride forward, his fingers catching Keigo’s chin, tilting his face up.

“Ah~ Prez,” Touya drawled lowly. “Didn’t I tell you? One day I’d tear that mask of yours right off.”

And then he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Keigo’s. 

Just beyond, near the small rooftop shed, Toga was sprawled on the ledge, lollipop between her teeth as she nudged Shigaraki with her elbow. 

“Shigaraki~~ What should we do about this? Looks like we lost the bet.”

Shigaraki’s red eyes flicked toward them before rolling back to his phone. “Figures. That president was doomed the first time he handed Touya his first detention.”