shoutoâs cheeks still felt extremely warm where you had gently kissed his cheek after he had walked you to your room. the two of you had been out together for an entire ten hours that sunday, but as you bid him goodnight at your door he was suddenly consumed with the feeling that he didnât want to let you go.
he wanted the night to continue, he didnât want the door to close.
yet, when you had finally closed the door, his heart hammered in his ears, was he supposed to have kissed you? no, that would be too forward! he liked you sure, but did you like him enough to let him kiss you?
his thoughts were interrupted as the door once more threw open and you planted a kiss on his cheek before giving a shrilly goodnight and slamming the door.
so there he sat in his room, his left cheek burning as if you had burned your lips against his cheeks. how ironic it was his left side too.
without knowing what to do and seeing your goodnight text, he pulled out a blank notebook he hadnât ever used before.
he had become comfortable with writing, ever since he had began to exchange letters with his mother, writting old-fashioned was comforting. it was soothing, it was a release.
without so much as another thought, he grabbed a pencil and began writing.
today was our first date. fuyumi says dating doesnât mean weâre together but I hope at the very least we might be some day. iâm not really good at... feelings or emotions, and I know youâre very aware of that, so iâm writing you these messages. maybe one day youâll read them, maybe you wonât. iâm not sure yet. I just know that iâve never been as excited about my future as I am now. I just hope itâs mutual.
you hate that I still use your last name. to be honest, I donât want to use it either, but I find the small huff that escapes your mouth when I call you that funny. itâs been two weeks now since I let you kiss me, and I think I got the hang of it now. iâm still sorry I bit your tongue as hard as I did that first time, it scared me. today was a good day though, you showed me a film that I honestly canât remember the title. but it was about someone a little broken like me who was able to make something of himself. I donât know if it was intentional or not, but it resonated a lot, and I love it. that and watching how interested you were in my reactions were hilarious too. I donât know many movies, but I hope one day iâll get to show you my favorite film, and I plan on watching you the entire time too.
iâm in love with you and I donât know how to tell you.
p.s. is it weird if I say love shouto? it looks so... strange to me...
somehow I once again lost out to you. I decided to be blunt about how I love you because doing something that uraraka and mina suggested was... so weird. I donât think having the girls singing to you sweetly outside your balcony and me in a heart of flowers was just so... unnatural. I hope you enjoyed how I choked on my soba noodle as you told me you loved me as if you were telling me about your day. I hope you equally enjoyed how I was unable to speak and burned my shirt half off... youâll owe me a new turtleneck for that.
joking about the clothes of course,
day one hundred fifty-seven.
sorry for writing this technically on day 158 but... that was sex... I um... okay, I think I really liked that. we should definitely try again, I promise I wonât freeze your hips to the bed the next time you grind your crotch into mine.
embarrassed as always, shouto.â
day three hundred forty-seven.
we had our first fight and I think this is the first time I havenât seen you smile all day. to be honest I canât even remember what weâre arguing about, all I know is that I was so angry at the time and now iâm here alone at home feeling empty and sad. i donât like it. i donât like feeling this week and dependent but i know youâre asleep because youâve never been good at staying awake when emotional, so you havenât responded to my texts. I think itâs been a few weeks since youâve come to sleep in with my bed but itâs not my bed anymore. itâs ours and I hate not having you here with me. I hope we can resolve this tomorrow because if not, I might not be able to sleep anymore. itâs four in the morning and I have work in three hours, I hope iâll manage.
day seven hundred ninty-nine.
most people agree that your first love is most likely not the one for you, but I canât imagine myself without you anymore. your soul and energy are intoxicating to me, and without you I feel useless. youâve taught me so much and weâve barely passed two years, but youâre it for me. youâre the one I know iâm meant to live my life loving. my family loves you, I think your parents like you (I still canât read them, to be honest), and you love me. in case youâre wondering how I knew itâs because of last night. I came home from a late patrol and you had a steaming cup of tea for me ready despite you falling asleep on the table. I drank it as quick as I could as you tried to continue a conversation with me despite you nodding off, and when you came to kiss you horribly missed and somehow kissed my scar. iâm not sure if you were tipsy still from the urarakaâs bachelorette party but you rambled on for thirty minutes about how beautiful you found it. I mean, youâve said it before but there was something so different when we were laying in bed and you kept pressing soft and gentle kisses to it. then you passed out and I saw you snoring and drooling (yes you do both, stop trying to act like you donât. itâs cute and I love it) and it hit me then that youâre the one meant for me. I know youâll hit me one day for that but y/l/n y/n, there was nothing in the world that could compare to your beauty right then and there. iâm serious even if you think iâm joking.
yours forever even if you donât know it,
day one thousand four hundred and nineteen.
âto the future mrs. todoroki,
I know I claimed that you never looked more beautiful than the day I realized that I loved you and wanted to be with you forever, but the way you looked when I got down on one knee somehow tied.
love your overwhelmed fiancé,
p.s. maybe iâll take your last name instead?â
day one thousand seven hundred and twenty-two.
tomorrow is our wedding day and iâm so nervous I feel like iâm going to throw up. iâve never felt this nervous except the first day of our relationship and fucking hell Im going to burst. midoriya, bakugou, sero, kirishima, and kaminari all told me this was normal, but only three of them are married so I donât know if itâs that normal. well, actually bakugou told me to eat shit and to get over myself. basically it means itâs normal. I canât wait to see you tomorrow, all I know is that the iâm marrying my best friend and the most amazing person in this world. thank you for taking a chance on me. thank you so much.
so nervous I feel like throwing up,
day one thousand seven hundred and twenty-three.
shouto held a pretty box between his feet, his eyebrows scrunched as his styled yet now coming undone hair feel into his eyes. his wrists moving quickly as he wrote away in his notebook.
it was a new one, with a pretty blue and hard cover it had your name written on it as he concentrated on his letter.
you were in the bathroom showering off the gunk of the wedding off your body, but the newly wed glow remained intact as you stepped out.
shoutos eyes snapped to the door as he hastily finished up and threw the notebook into the box, his hands slamming onto his lap as you stepped out in a white silk robe that definitely hide something promiscuous underneath. your lips were pulled into a sly grin as you stepped in front of him avoiding the box between his feet.
âwhatâs in the box, shoucchan?â you tease as you take his hands, your fingers grazing his left ring finger as you took in the ring. you bit your lip, but it did little to mask your excitement about the band that spoke volumes of your love for each other. âwhat you surprising me withââ you stripped the robe off showing lingerie that flustered shouto immediately, and then pressed your lips and chest flush against hisâ âtonight?â
shouto chuckles as he kisses you back, but youâve clearly have something you need to do as you attempt to shove him onto the mattress, but shouto needs to do something too.
âeasy there, tiger,â shouto groans as you tug on his lower lip, your eyes flashing with lust.
despite how much shouto wants you to continue, he nuzzles your nose with his own. your eyes widen as you pull away, your head cocking to the side.
âis it the lingerie? itâs a new style I thought iâd try tonight?â you ask, but thereâs no insecurity in your voice as you peer down at yourself and the obvious excitement in shouto. ânah not me at all, whatâs wrong love?â
shouto cleared his throat as he grabbed the box placing it on the bed.
âthese are for you,â he says softly as if nervous as he showcases the white and decorated box.
a smile stretches across your face as you sit down next to him grabbing the box, âI thought we already exchanged gifts!â
âthis is just... something I finally wanted you to see.â
âoh my god, donât tell me itâs the heads of everyone whoâs made me upset?!â you jest and shouto rolls his eyes nudging you as you cackle.
âsomeoneâs been spending too much time with bakugou,â you sigh as you open up the box regardless.
your eyebrows scrunch as you see a total of five notebooks in there. the first five are worn to the touch. browning and obviously very used. ink stained their edges and they were obviously written in. the first was definitely the one used first and the last was the most recent.
glancing at shouto whoâs cheeks tinged red, you grabbed the first one.
âday one,â you read with an unsure smile, ây/l/n: today was our first... our first date?â
your eyes locked with shouto as your jaw dropped. blinking rapidly your mouth ran dry as you continued reading.
shouto watched as you read in silently. your body stiff as you seemed to read impossibly fast. one notebook done and soon it was two.
you were incredibly quiet as you went, and shouto began to think maybe this wasnât such a
good idea to reveal. maybe he was too weird and clingy in some of those posts. especially the one where he cried one night because he thought it was over for you two.
swear formed on his neck and hands as he reached for the notebook, âiâm sorry, this probably wasnâtââ
your hand stopped his, and shouto stared at your crying face. his heart stopping as a watery smile appeared on your face.
âshouto,â you gasp as you wipe away tears, âthis is... shit, i donât even know what to say?! I love this so much, I love you so much... fucking shit!â
shouto smiles as relief floods him and you crawl onto his lap thanking him time and time again. his hands warm on your waist as you bury your face into the crook of his shoulder.
âwhoâs spending too much time with bakugou?â he teases as he strokes your back again and again. âbut theyâre just letters, love. theyâre how I feel and how I still feel, nothing to be this intense about.â
âshut up! it is,â you whisper against his skin as you pull away. âyour love is beautiful, todoroki shouto. and I am so privileged to be the one who gets to receive it forever and ever... I just...â
unable to find the right words you kiss your husband once again, only this time itâs reciprocated in its high passion and energy. wedding nights were memorable for many things, and yours was just the solidification that todoroki shouto was unapologetically and deniably yours.
in law, in love, in words, and yes, even in sex.