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Hanta’s skin felt like it was on fire because of how cold Shoto’s ice was. The bastard had gone way too far with his ice to spite his father, but he had hurt Hanta in doing so. He muttered guilty apologies while melting the ice off the other boy, who was shivering furiously.
Hanta tried not to get flustered as Shoto’s hand warmed his body all over. The ice on Hanta melted slowly, but soon he was free from the monstrous slack of ice that Shoto trapped him in.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed, once out of the ice.
“Sorry, I went a bit overboard,” Shoto said, same stoic expression on his face.
Hanta, on the other hand, was nearly livid. “Yeah, no kidding. You could’ve froze me to death!” he snapped, scowling. “The fuck did I do to you?”
He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Sero, you’ll need to get those frostbite wounds checked out now,” Midnight said. Hanta shot Shoto one last glare before stalking off with Midnight.
Shoto felt terrible, but of course his face didn’t show it.
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“Sero?” a voice called from outside his dorm.
Hanta, wrapped in two thick blankets on his bed, said, “Come in.” (or at least tried to through his chattering teeth.
Shoto entered, a mug of warm green tea in hand.
Hanta sagged in his blankets, too tired to deal with the bastard. “Oh, it’s you.”
Shoto closed the door behind him and walked over to Hanta’s bed. “How are you feeling?”
Hanta rolled over to face him. “Absolutely superb, man.”
Shoto handed him the tea, which Hanta reluctantly took, and sat on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry about almost freezing you to death. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you. I didn’t mean to go overboard like that.”
The other boy sipped his tea and set it on his nightstand. “It’s fine. Well- not really, but I’m glad you’re apologizing now,” Hanta muttered. It was hard to stay mad at a pretty face like Shoto’s, though Hanta was still shivering to some extent.
Shoto, noticing that Hanta was still cold, felt an idea form in his head. He hopped onto his bed and wrapped his arms around Hanta from behind, hugging his stomach.
Hanta sputtered, nearly spilling his tea. “Dude, what the-“
“I’ve seen Bakugou do this to Kirishima whenever he gets cold,” Shoto explained, his head resting on Hanta’s shoulder. “I hope it does the same for you.”
Hanta’s face flushed pink. “They do that cause they’re dati- ah, never mind.”
He sighed, trying to relax into Shoto’s touch, but it’s a bit hard to relax when the hottest guy in the class is cuddling you from behind.
Shoto activated his left side, causing his body to become warm, thus warming Hanta’s body. “Is that okay?”
Hanta leaned into Shoto’s touch, his body finally submitting to relaxation from the warmth of Shoto’s body. He could feel the muscles of the other body - his sculpted abs against his back and strong biceps that held him from behind. He swore the warmth his body was feeling wasn’t just because of Shoto’s quirk.
Shoto breathed against Hanta’s hair, inhaling the sweet smell of him.
“You smell good,” Shoto muttered, pressing his nose against the back of Hanta’s neck. Hanta’s breath hitched in his throat at the comment, and he could feel himself getting more and more flustered at every innocent comment Shoto makes.
Eventually, the warmth caused them both to fall asleep, Shoto spooning Hanta as they snored together.