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It’s strange really
Me and Todoroki-kun have been friends for such a long time now, and yet we still haven’t called each other by our first names.
Even Uraraka-chan and Hitoshi are on a first name basis, and he’s only joined our class a week ago! Does this mean we weren’t as close as he thought? What if I have been bothering him this whole time? Have I bee-
“Midoriya?” he says, stopping in his tracks, ergo bringing Izuku back to reality.
“Are you okay?” Todoroki says, a look of deep concern on his face.
Izuku smiles and nods. “Yeah, I was just thinking”. Taking a few steps forward.
The weather has been warm and pleasant recently, allowing for the couple to go on walks more often than not. However todays seems to be the outlier; the air temperature rapidly dropping, the sky darkening in hue and the clouds above them are moving swiftly, mirroring the turmoil in Izuku’s heart.
Shoto looks at him, “Thinking about something else while I’m standing right here?” he lets out a small sly grin.
Izuku cheeks take on an even redder colour comparable to his shoes. “No” he pauses “just that it may rain soon.”
Shoto promptly stops, tilting his head upwards at the dark sky, “That.. would be an accurate deduction.”
Not even a moment later, it starts to to pour, heavily. Drenching the pair in a second.
“Let’s get back to UA!” Izuku quickly declares, taking Shoto by his hand and running off towards the gate.
By the time they got inside to the dorms did Izuku let go of Shoto’s hand, realizing he’s been holding it the entire time. Blush reaching his ears
"I’m going to go dry up!” Izuku spits out before dashing to his room, leaving Shoto behind in the common room.
I can’t believe I dragged Todoroki-kun here! What if he got uncomfortable by the hand contact. Oh my gosh, I just ruined our whole friendship. He’s going to hate me forever. I’m-
Izuku thoughts were once again interrupted by three solid knocks on his door.
He freezes.
Oh no. I can’t do this. This is it. He’s upset. He’s here to tell me I crossed a line. I’m so stupid. I should’ve thought before I acted. I should’ve—
“Midoriya” Todoroki-kun’s voice comes through the door, softer than before. “Can I come in?”
Izuku nearly trips over himself, rushing to open it. “Y-yeah, of course!”
Shoto steps inside, hair still slightly damp. He closes the door gently, steps inside and immediately pauses.
“You’re still wet,” he says, brows knitting together.
Izuku takes this time to look down at himself
His hoodie is still damp, clinging uncomfortably to his arms. His hair is definitely wet, water dripping onto the floor. He’d meant to dry off once he got inside, really, but then his thoughts spiraled and-
“Ah, yeah. I kind of forgot.” Izuku laughs nervously
“You forgot,” Shoto repeats flatly
“I was going to, I promise!” Izuku gestures vaguely, “sorry.”
Shoto exhales—not annoyed but worried? He walks past Izuku, before returning to his previous spot, this time with a towel.
“You’ll get sick,” he says, quietly
Shoto hesitates for a moment before gently patting the towel over Izuku’s hair, carefully yet his movements are slow and awkard, almost as if he’s afraid of doing it wrong.
Izuku watches him for a moment, then looks away, a faint pink from earlier creeping up his ears. Shoto only continues drying his hair.
“...You didn’t do anything wrong earlier,” he continues as if he’s been thinking about this since Izuku ran off. “With the handholding.”
“You didn’t..mind?” Izuku asks, whispering quietly enough, Shoto almost wouldn’t have heard.
Shoto pauses for a moment, before shaking his head, “No.”
The rain taps against the balcony behind them.
“You worry too much” Shoto adds. Then, softer, “Izu-”
He stops himself.
Izuku looks up, towel now half-draped over his head, heart racing.
Shoto brings his hand back to himself, clearing his throat. “Don’t get sick,” he offers instead. He turns towards the door, hand on the doorknob.
Shoto looks back for a moment, a small, barely noticeable smile across his face, “Goodnight Midoriya.”
The door closes gently behind him.
Izuku stands there for a long time, frozen.
His hair is still damp.
His heart is pounding.
And Todoroki was so close to saying his first name.
He buries his face in the towel Shoto used, cheeks burning even more red than earlier.
So close. He was so close.