with the new year coming around things had been. . . chaotic, shouto thinks is maybe the best word. this year he had opted out of accompanying izuku to see his mother, instead spending the holiday with his own. it was an odd little sight: natsuo, fuyumi, him and rei all gathered in her small room, warm as the christmas eve snow fell outside and the sweetness of christmas cake melted on their tongues.
but after that ( despite fuyumi’s invitation to go home ) shouto found comfort more in his dorm room, studying, laying on the lounge’s couch---- the usual noise that covered the walls and stairwells now dulled and absent, the lights kept off and he was fine like that. looking forward sometimes to the glow of a tiny screen where izuku would send him messages and pictures about his holidays and vacation, the faint traces of a smile on his face as a cheek pressed deeper into the couch cushion, fingers steadily replying.
each day of the winter vacation consisted of the same: studying, training, cooking his favorite, texting izuku and watching something on his computer ( mostly cat videos- cream heroes channel in it’s near entirety ). and other times hours would pass without him noticing, in the blink of an eye 1200 could be 1600. and again, all of this was fine with him, the silence seemed familiar and these momentary expectations of nothing were almost a relief on his heart.
but now it was new years’ eve and there was something he specifically wanted to do, had watched many times on whatever had been showing on the t.v. he couldn’t say he was much of a romantic, or was one at all but something in that moment had sparked a warmth in his chest, the attention of heterochromatic eyes as they rounded and stared until the magic was over.
if you kiss your loved one at the stroke of midnight
you’ll stay always by each other’s side.
a phrase like a fairy-tale.
so that’s how he finds himself at the midoriya’s at around 2355, without warning. It’s late so logically ( to him ) he won’t ring the doorbell, instead he’d climb his way up to izuku’s window. knocking gently, then a bit harder in case the other is asleep. hopefully he’d open it ( hopefully if he didn’t shouto wouldn’t just go in, although more likely: he would regardless ) but luckily izuku did. when he sees him, for a moment both are silent ( izuku in no doubt: shock ) but the dual - wielder is overcome by a faint emotion, not realizing how much he missed round emerald eyes, a mess of dark hair that covered his face slightly, like a wonder and a welcome to some place kinder, warmer in those days by himself. shouto finds himself smiling, fingers coming up, touching softly to a cheek like the glow of dawn as lips part.
‘ happy new years’, i hope we can continue to grow together. ’ and he kisses him as the winter wind carries those words.
( @heromight )
