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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto's Siblings, Jirou Kyouka Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Minor Angst, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Momo needs a boyfriend after accidentally telling her friends that she has one.

Enter Todoroki Shouto- acquaintance, family business partner- who coincidentally just got off the phone with his sister, telling her all about the girlfriend he's apparently bringing home.

todomomo fake dating au

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53 kacchako please??

53 | “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 A.M. to go for ice cream?!”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

Ochako was hungry.

And it wasn’t just the ‘It-would-be-nice-to-eat-something’ kind of hungry. It was more of the ‘If-I-don’t-get-something-sweet-to-eat-right-now-I’m-going-to-scream’ kind of hungry.

A few hours ago, she had overheard Tsuyu and Yaoyorozu talking about the new ice cream place that had just opened up a few blocks away, and the thought of the sweet treat made her stomach churn.

She wanted to go. Right now.

Ochako smirked at the thought of taking someone with her. Deku was probably sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. Iida wouldn’t be very happy with her sneaking out of the dorms in the middle of the night, which only left… Bakugou.

Perfect. The two had gotten close after the sports festival, or at least, that’s what Ochako had decided for them.

Bakugou’s dorm room was even on her floor, which made the sneak attack even easier. Ochako grinned to herself, climbing out of her bed and stretching, walking over to her door and stepping outside.

She made her way to the opposite wing, standing right in front of Bakugou’s front door. Her hand trailed to the doorknob, twisting it and trying to pull it open.

Oh. She forgot. The door was locked.

Well, that wouldn’t do. She’d just have to get in some other way.

Ochako curled her hands into fists, an idea suddenly striking her. She happily skipped back to her own room, locking the door behind her and reaching the window. She opened it, before spreading the pads of her fingers on her own body.

Ochako jumped out of her window, pleased to see that her quirk easily kept her floating in the air. She beamed, grabbing onto the wall of the dorms and using it to push herself around the building. It was a chilly night, but she didn’t mind. Her tummy rumbled every few seconds, reminding her of the mission at hand.

When she finally reached Bakugou’s window, she was pleased to see that it was open. She remembered him saying something about keeping it open all night, so she bad no trouble in slipping right in.

She deactivated her quirk, dropping to the floor of his room with a loud thud.

Bakugou scrambled into a sitting position from the noise, suddenly shaken awake.

“Fuck!” he yelled, catching his breath. Ochako stared at him, a smile slowly spreading over her face. He glanced down at her, his lips parting in surprise. “Ur… Uraraka?” His eyes narrowed. “The hell are you doing in my room?”

“Bakugou,” Ochako said, smiling innocently. “I’m going out for ice cream. You’re coming with me.”

He didn’t blink. “You’re shitting me.”

Her lips pursed. “No.”

“Who the fuck crawls through someone’s window at 4 A.M. to go for ice cream?”

“It’s 4 A.M.?” Ochako glanced at the clock in the corner of his room. “I didn’t even notice!” Then, she turned to him, grinning slyly. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’.”

Bakugou seemed to falter for a second, his lips curling outward as a snarl formed on his face.

“I’m going back to sleep,” he grumbled, before letting himself drop back onto his mattress.

“Oh come on, Bakugou!” Ochako pleased, standing up and walking to the foot of his bed. He popped an eye open, giving her an opportunity to pounce. “… Please?” She made her eyes bigger, her hands coming together so that her fingers touched in the most adorable way possible.

She saw him flinch.

He groaned, peeling his blankets away from him as he got up again. “Just so you know,” he said as he slipped out of bed, “I’m doing this because I’m hungry.”

Her beam practically fell off her face. “Yeah yeah!” she said, her voice not failing to portray her happiness.

He snorted, unimpressed, but even Ochako was certain she had seen the tiniest hint of a smile begging to escape his lips.

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61. tododeku?

61 | “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” 

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

It was announced on a pleasant evening in May. Todoroki absentmindedly scrolled through the news, looking for any sort of entertainment to keep him busy for a few hours. The faint hum of the pot of coffee on the stove was the only sound in the room, save for the continuous clicks coming from the TV remote.

He reached the television channel that usually displayed hero gossip, frowning when he saw a familiar face covering the screen. Bright green hair, a plethora of freckles, cheeky smile, and nervous rambling? This was the number one hero, Deku. Or, Todoroki’s best friend, Midoriya Izuku.

Todoroki’s best friend that he was undeniably in love with.

But something was wrong. Midoriya wasn’t alone on the screen like he usually was. There wasn’t a clip of him fighting the latest villain like there usually was. No, this time, there was someone besides him.

‘Pro heroes Deku and Uravity announce their engagement!’

And Todoroki’s heart stopped.

…

He was running. His left side burned and his right side froze, his hair flying behind him as he ran at top speed to Midoriya’s apartment. Beads of sweat shamelessly trickled down his neck, his throat bobbing up and down as he ran.

He should have seen it coming. The signs were so clear, yet Todoroki had completely ignored them. The way Midoriya’s eyes lit up when talking about Uraraka when the two of them were out for drinks. The way he spoke animatedly about her even in casual conversation. The way he praised her for any villain she defeated single handedly.

But Todoroki didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t believe it till he heard it straight from Midoriya’s mouth. He always thought the two of them had something special. He always thought it would be Todoroki and Midoriya. Shouto and Deku.

He was so blind.

When he got to Midoriya’s front door, he didn’t hesitate to knock, hard. His white knuckles rapped against the wood of the door, and he ignored the small blisters that were beginning to surface with every passing second.

The door opened with a short click, and Todoroki came face to face with Midoriya, who had flushed red cheeks and looked genuinely confused.

“Todoroki-kun? What are you-”

“Izuku,” Todoroki said, his voice caught in his throat as he painted for breath. Midoriya’s eyes widened upon the usage of his first name. Todoroki didn’t stop. “I love you.” The words were pouring out of his mouth at top speed. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you.” He hung his head down, his eyes pinching shut. “Please don’t get married.”

He was met with silence.

Todoroki’s eyes darted up to meet Midoriya’s gaze again. The shorter boy was looking down at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted.

“Married?” he repeated, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean? I’m not getting married.”

Todoroki sputtered. Was this some kind of joke? “What do I mean? The news said that you’re getting married to Uraraka.”

Midoriya’s head tilted back as if realization had suddenly dawned on him. “Oh.” He paused to let out a throaty laugh. “That was just Ochako joking around in front of the cameras.” He glanced at Todoroki. “You believed that?”

“Yes,” came Todoroki’s reply instantly.

“But you know how the tabloids like to twist the truth,” Midoriya pushed. “We’re just friends, really. Besides, if I was getting married, you’d be the first to know.”

Todoroki immediately straightened up, his cheeks tainted with a crimson hue and his hand reaching up to run through his half-and-half locks. He coughed awkwardly, looking away from the boy in front of him.

“Um. Okay then,” he started, not sure what he was supposed to say. He glanced behind him, knowing it was time to take his leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As he turned around, a rough hand fell onto his shoulder, making him stop dead in place. “Wait!” Midoriya’s voice said, his tone low and unwavering. Todoroki moved back so he could see him, watching as Midoriya looked anywhere but back at his face. “You should… you should stay for a bit.”

Something in his chest pounded, but he ignored it. Instead, Todoroki nodded once, turning around completely and offering the tiniest hint of a smile to his friend- possibly something more.

“I will.”

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62 for todomomo?

62 | “It’s only one night. We’ll just share the bed.”

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

What was she doing.

Just earlier that same morning, Momo had received a message from none other than the Endeavor Hero Agency, telling her that she was needed on a job.

She was to be partnered with her ex-classmate, Todoroki Shouto, as they needed to gather information on a villain that was currently on the loose. She and Todoroki hadn’t talked to each other for a little over a year. The last time she saw him was the day they had graduated from U.A.

So now, as she read through multiple papers about the villain, sitting on the edge of the light brown couch in the middle of the living room of the hilariously tiny apartment, she wondered if he felt just as awkward as she did.

Todoroki sat just a little away from her, his eyes on his phone as he scrolled through a digital copy of the files.

“H-how have you been, Todoroki-san?” she asked timidly in an attempt to break the ice. He had just arrived to their safehouse about fifteen minutes ago, and had used the time to get himself settled.

Now, he looked up from his cellular device, his eyes cold and distant. “I’ve been well. What about you, Yaoyorozu?”

“I’m doing okay.”

They were set to stay in this apartment for two days. Two days in which they had to constantly work and gather information using the multiple files set out for them by the Endeavor Hero Agency. Momo wasn’t completely sure why Todoroki had even taken the assignment from his father’s agency, since he was currently working as an independent. To be honest, she had only taken the job once she heard about Todoroki being her partner.

She shook her head. There was no need to go reminiscing about her stupid past crush on the boy. They were adults now. Adults who had a job to do.

“Did you find anything?” he asked, startling her. She looked up from the papers, shaking her head.

“No,” she muttered. “The villain has a dirt throwing quirk, but that’s all I’ve found so far.” She paused, considering her own words. “That probably means they have good eyesight, too, right? To be able to see through that much dust is no regular feat.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement. “That’s a good point,” he said, turning back to his phone. “I didn’t think of that. Well done.”

She blushed, but of course he couldn’t see her. Momo stole a glance at the large clock in the middle of the room, almost gasping at the time.

“It’s getting late,” she said, sliding the papers off of her lap and stretching her arms up into the air. Todoroki stared at her for a minute, making her shyly look away. “We should… we should go to sleep. We have a long day of research ahead of us.”

He nodded again, clicking his phone shut and beginning to stand up. Momo reached down for the spare comforters and sheets near the foot of the couch, picking them up and cradling them in her arms and spraying them out over the sofa.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She faltered. “I’m… making my bed?”

He shook his head. “No you’re not. I’ll take the couch. You can take the real bed inside the bedroom.”

Of course he would want to be the gentleman. “It’s okay,” she insisted, curling her legs into herself. “Go ahead and take the bed. I’ll be perfectly fine out here.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, instead averting his gaze to her face. She looked back at him, searching for any sign of resistance. When she found it, she sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

“Well… it’s just one night,” she started, fiddling with the sleeves of her top, “we can just… we’ll just share the bed.”

It spilled out of her before she could even think about it. Todoroki’s eyes went wide and his jaw went a little slack as he gawked at her, seemingly lost for words. Oh no. Why did she say that? Now Todoroki was going to think she was a complete and utter fool. She wouldn’t have even blamed him if he just packed up his bags and left right at that-

“Okay.”

His words almost knocked her out cold. Her head snapped in his direction, her mouth falling open to gape at him.

“W-what?”

“I mean,” he started again, “it’s better than the couch.” He leaned forwards to lightly flick his finger on the hard surface of the sofa. “Full offense, but my father didn’t really pick out the best place for this.”

Momo gulped. She hated to admit it, but he was right.

So when she climbed into the left side of the large queen-sized bed later that night, her phone peacefully charging on the nightstand next to her head and her pajamas warm against the freshly made sheets, Todoroki laid besides her, his hands folded neatly behind his neck as he stared up at the ceiling. He looked like he was in deep thought, and Momo didn’t blame him.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked her, his voice softer than it was before. “I can move if you’d like.”

“No. N-no I’m fine,” Momo whispered in return, rolling onto her back and clutching the blankets to her chest.

He nodded, and closed his eyes. Momo stole a heavy glance at him, still not sure exactly what to say.

“You know,” he started, making her jump in surprise. “It was my choice for who was going to be assigned on this mission.”

Her blood ran cold. “What?” she questioned, tilting her head to meet his gaze evenly. “What do you mean?”

Todoroki sighed, scooching into the bed so his entire body, save for his head, was underneath. “I mean. My father gave me a list of pro heroes he wanted me to work with. I saw your name, and asked for you.”

“Why?” She had to know. It was too surreal for her to even properly digest.

“I’ve always admired you,” Todoroki said, his eyes not wavering away from the ceiling. “I thought working with you would be a good choice for me.” He paused. “Plus, I wanted to see you again.” He turned to look at her bright red face and parted lips. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Oh she was so screwed. She was so screwed.

“I-it really has,” she forced out, eyes darting away from him.

They didn’t exchange any other words that evening, and Momo was grateful for that. Instead, they continued to look up at the roof of the apartment, lost in their own thoughts, the gentle hum of the outside world quietly lulling them to sleep.

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94 with KiriBaku?

94 | “I bet I can make you scream my name.”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima licked his lips, eyeing Bakugou intently from across the lounge area of the dormitories. There was a faint chitter around the room, with Midoriya conversing excitedly with Uraraka and Iida, and Todoroki scrolling through something on his phone, only half paying attention to the green haired boy. Jirou was currently trying to persuade Kaminari to let her use his quirk to charge his phone, her begging only met with scoffs from the blonde.

Bakugou, though, was alone. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against one of the sofas, the rest of his body sprawled awkwardly on the floor. He too was on his cell phone, his eyebrows furrowed as he typed something.

Kirishima looked behind him, giving Ashido and Tsuyu the thumbs up, shooting them both subtle winks before beginning to make his way to the ash-blonde boy. He leaned in front of him, crouching low till he was on his knees.

“Hey, Bakugou,” he started, his eyes widened wickedly. Bakugou glanced up from his phone, shooting a glare at the redhead.

“The fuck you want?”

Kirishima paid no mind to him. “I bet I can make you scream my name,” he said, his voice low and almost sultry. He grinned towards the boy, whose ears suddenly turned into a bright shade of crimson.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean,” Bakugou snarled, but his voice was a little higher than normal. It was almost like he was nervous.

Kirishima smirked.

He didn’t say anything, instead reaching his hands out to Bakugou’s chest, liking the way he flinched back in obvious discomfort.

“H-hey! Back off!” Bakugou stammered, scrambling back, his back fully erect.

Kirishima’s stomach fluttered, pleased with the reaction he was emitting from the boy. His smirk deepened just before his fingers made contact with the frontside of his shirt, curling his hands around the fabric and roughly pulling it closer to him.

He saw him gulp.

“What the- FUCK!” Bakugou yelled, Kirishima’s fingers quickly darting underneath his shirt. Kirishima grinned wickedly, beginning to gently ruffle his fingers all over Bakugou’s chest, ignoring the weird sensation he was getting from the act.

“How’dya like that!” Kirishima yelled, laughing maniacally as he increased the pressure of his tickling.

“Ha- ha… fu- fuck!” Bakugou withered, now flailing on the floor, his entire body jerking wildly. “Kiri… KIRISHIMA!”

And Kirishima stopped, having got what he wanted. He watched in mild amusement as Bakugou panted underneath him, clutching his stomach and heaving in and out.

“Told ya,” he grinned, shooting the boy finger guns. When the blonde glared at him, he shrugged. “Gotta say though, Bakugou, that was totally manly.” He winked for added effect.

Bakugou lifted himself up to his feet, his eyebrows low on his face and his lips curled into a disgusted frown.

“Fuck off,” he spat, before quickly reaching down, grabbing his things, and storming out of the room.

Kirishima glanced around at the shocked looks of his classmates.

Kaminari snickered. “Pfft. Bakugou’s triggered.”

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78 for todomomo if you're still doing them!! (your writing is so good!! the 62+todomomo killed me!!!)

78 | “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

It happened quickly. Tears of sweat trickled down their necks, both panting heavily and relishing in the few moments they got to rest. The sparring session they had just ended was long and restless, finishing with Todoroki’s arms encased in a thick shield of ice and small objects such as shields and harmless swords scattered around the gym area.

Todoroki’s legs hooked around Yaoyorozu’s, trapping the area from her waist to the very tips of her toes in his grasp. His hands, still cold and slightly frozen from the now-defrosting ice, pinned her arms up above her head as the two of them stared at each other, not knowing exactly what to do.

“I won,” Todoroki breathed out, his voice shaky and a little restless. He watched as Yaoyorozu’s chest rose and fell with every passing second, her sweat-coated eyelids fluttering about. Her deep onyx orbs stared straight back into his mismatched ones, and as she let out a painless, heartwarming laugh, he clicked his tongue. “Why are you laughing? I beat you.”

“I know,” Yaoyorozu said, her voice low and soothing to his ears. Her body strained in his hold, but he absolutely refused to let go of her. For what reason, he did not know. “It’s just that…” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “It’s just that we’ve never sparred like that before.” Her cheeks stained crimson, and Todoroki knew he was going insane. “I quite liked it, actually.”

Her bottom lip jutted out as he replied to her enchanting words. “I thought our sparring sessions from earlier were just as intense.” His eyes narrowed, heart picking up speed. “Are you saying that you think I went easy on you all those other times?”

But Yaoyorozu didn’t shake her head like he thought she would have done. Instead, she nodded, a small smile approaching the tips of her mouth as the crease in her forehead lightened. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

He didn’t know what came over him in that one moment, but the sight of her underneath him in a completely submissive position, telling him that she thought he wasn’t being fair, was enough to make his mind up. Before he could even question himself and his incoherent thoughts, he darted his head down to capture her lips, placing a small, chasté kiss at the corner of her mouth.

She tasted of strawberries, like freshly picked roses with thorns big enough to burst him into thousands of little pieces. She didn’t waver, and she didn’t sprawl around in surprise, which relieved him, if only a little. He didn’t deepen the small act of connection, and she didn’t either. It was reassuring to know that they were both on the same page.

When he finally pulled back, he took the moment to relish in the sweet sigh that escaped the very same lips he had just kissed. His heart pounded in his chest, his ears burning brightly when he quickly scrambled off of her, the realization of what he had just done suddenly dawning on him. She pulled herself off of the floor too, dusting her skin-tight tank top and athletic shorts, running her index finger over her stained pink lips.

“I’m sorry,” Todoroki blurted out, watching her every move. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.” That was a lie. Todoroki didn’t regret it at all.

She laughed again, the sound melodically filling his ears and tainting his every last sense. She cutely pouted at him, shooting him another one of her dazzling smiles.

“Todoroki,” she said, her stance poised, but cute, “we’re dating. It’s okay if you kiss me, remember?”

“But are you really sure you’re comfortable with it?” he asked her, his gaze averting to the floor. “I wouldn’t want to do something that makes you uncomfortable or uneasy.”

His eyes darted back to her, but she was already moving towards him. Her nimble legs swiftly carried her across the floor of the training room, and when she got to him, she draped her arms onto his shoulders and grinned.

“I’m comfortable with it,” she assured him, and Todoroki knew he was probably going completely mad by now. “In fact, I quite enjoy it when you kiss me.”

Todoroki took that as permission to lean in and connect their lips once again, his hands melting around her waist and her legs reaching up to wrap themselves around him.

He decided that he liked their sparring sessions. Especially when they ended like this.

Thanks, Mila! I hope you liked this!

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What aboouuttt a todomomo fic where momo's on her period?

Haha yes sure! I actually really really love this prompt! Please enjoy some todomomo cuteness :)

Requests are open!!

Also available on ff.net and ao3

She was going to die.

Momo clutched her stomach, biting her lip as she tried to concentrate on Aizawa-sensei’s lesson, a little bit of blood spilling from the flesh of her bottom lip from the intense force coming from her teeth. She gripped her pencil tighter, clenching her fists and squinting her eyes shut.

Why did her cramps have to be so bad?!

She desperately wished her period came like Jirou or Asui’s, who barely even got cramps. Or better yet, Uraraka, who didn’t get any at all.

But no, hers had to come like a freaking chainsaw cutting through her fragile, poor little body. She remembered last month, when she had to take a day off from school just because her pain was so bad. She missed an entire day of learning for that, but thankfully, Iida was kind enough to give her a copy of his notes.

Right now, though, she felt like someone was constantly stabbing her stomach with a knife as she watched them do it in horror.

“Guh…” she finally let out, her legs tightening together and her hands desperately holding onto her desk. Her knuckles were white against her milky skin and she looked everywhere but up at Aizawa, who hadn’t given her a single glance.

She also happened to look right at her boyfriend of three months, Shouto Todoroki. Todoroki locked her eyes to his, making perfect eye contact and furrowing his eyebrows in concern. Clearly, he had seen her struggling to his left, and knowing him, he had assumed the worst.

“Yaomomo?” he whispered, careful not to let anyone else hear him. Momo didn’t bother straying away from his eyes, knowing he’d most definitely draw her right back in. “Yaomomo, is something wrong?”

Oh no. No way was she going to tell him about her little… issue. He might be her boyfriend, but that was on a whole other level of embarrassing. Not that she minded, though. It was just that she didn’t know how he would react.

“I’m fine,” she forced out, her stomach clamping down in obvious disagreement. She quickly looked away, knowing that if he stared at her face any longer, he’d be able to tell she was lying. He was like that, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

As she went back to trying to focus on anything but her painful cramps, she could still feel Todoroki’s watchful eyes trained on her. Ignoring him to the best of her abilities, she sucked it up and turned to a new page in her notebook, opting to take down the notes for the class instead of fretting about her period. But just as she attempted to copy down the words written on the board, her fingers began clicking and acting up.

It must have been the pressure she was putting on them. Momo had a bad habit of clenching her hands tightly whenever she was in pain.

Why were her cramps so bad this time?!

“Yaomomo, don’t worry,” Todoroki’s voice came again, catching her attention. Momo turned to look at him, his eyes sweeping across the board in the front of the room as his hands flew across his own notebook, undoubtedly copying everything down. “I’ll let you borrow my notes later.”

She nodded, silently thanking him for his consideration. She briefly wondered if he had figured out what was wrong with her, but she highly doubted it. She also knew he wouldn’t ask her unless it became too much. He knew better than to pry.

Sighing, she dropped her pencil to her desk, knowing she’d have to make it up to him later for doing this.

…

It was nearing eight o’clock, and she still hadn’t found the medicine she usually took for her cramps. After rummaging through her bathroom supplies and scouring her room, they still hadn’t shown up.

She stifled back a frustrated yell, realizing she had probably used them up last month and forgotten to restock. She could probably get away with asking one of the other girls for something, but the medicine she used was specific, and she wasn’t in the mood for experimenting tonight. She quickly changed into her nightwear and let her hair down, wanting to go to bed as soon as possible in order to get rid of the horrible sensation.

Flopping onto her bed, she folded her legs and brought them up to her chest, burying her head in her knees, securing her arms around them and trying to forget about the searing pain coming from her abdominal region.

She almost missed the rough knock on her door, had she not rolled over slightly so her right ear was out in the open.

She threw her head back, almost laughing at her own discomfort, before climbing out of bed and rubbing her lower tummy, giving it a small massage and opening the door with her other hand.

Standing right there was none other than her boyfriend, a single baby blue notebook in his hands.

“Yaomomo,” he greeted, nodding, “can I come in?”

She nodded, moving aside for him to be able to get through. Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, shutting her eyes. Maybe this would prove to be a distraction from what she was currently going through.

A girl could hope.

“Sorry I took so long,” Todoroki apologized, setting the notebook on her desk. “I had to copy everything down for you. There was a lot today.”

“It’s cool. Thanks for doing it,” she replied, moving to sit on her bed as he pulled out her chair and took a seat on it. She perilously wanted to lay down again, but thought better of it. “Did you need something, Todo?”

She watched him closely. His eyes fluctuated and he seemed to be internally battling something. She knew he wanted to talk to her, but was debating whether or not to go through with it. She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips at his shyness.

“Was… was there something bothering you today?” he finally said, making her eyes widen. She truly didn’t expect him to inquire about it, but then again, he was her boyfriend now. He probably thought it was his duty or something.

She didn’t immediately respond, which she was sure raised his suspicions even further. Instead, she finally gave in to the blazing pain of her cramps and rested her head back onto her mattress, closing her eyes and grabbing her stomach.

“Mm,” she hummed absentmindedly, trying to soothe herself out of her current state. After her efforts proved to be helpless, she finally opened an eye, knowing she couldn’t fight it any longer. Sure, she would have preferred one of her gal friends doing this, but she supposed Todoroki was the next best option. “Do you have any ibuprofen?” she blurted out. She usually used a specific subcategory, but anything would work at this point.

The change in facial expressions that he went through in that single moment was quite intriguing, in her opinion. His face flushed, before the redness faded and was replaced by a look of confusion, then a look of worry. It then changed back to his usual monotonous look, tempting her to laugh out loud.

“What? Did you hurt yourself? Is something wrong?” he asked, uncertainly etched onto his features.

Momo stilled. “Is that a yes or a no?” she asked.

“Why?” he challenged instantly. “But yes. I have some back in my room.”

She blinked. He did?

Well, that was convenient.

“Could you get me two tablets?” she asked, averting her gaze to the ceiling. She brought her legs up they folded into a triangle and were propped up.

She debated whether or not to tell him what was actually happening. She knew that he wouldn’t mind, and instead be casual and okay with it. He might actually help her sooner if he knew, actually.

“You still haven’t answered why you need the medicine,” he said pointedly.

She sighed, giving in. “Todo, I’m on my period and I have horrible cramps.”

The tips of his ears instantly blossomed with a crimson hue, but thankfully, he didn’t do anything further than that to show is discomfort. His gaze softened a little, and he nodded, as if understanding. Which he didn’t, and this slightly annoyed her.

“I’ll be right back,” he said in his usual tone, though this time it was a little deeper and had a certain edge to it which she couldn’t identify. He raised himself off of his seat, and made his way to the front door of her dorm room, opening it and closing it behind him. She didn’t hear the sound of the lock, telling her that either he had forgotten to lock it, or he didn’t want to bother her by making her get back up when he got back.

She had no doubts in her mind that it was the latter.

With Todoroki gone, Momo was left to relish in the sweet feeling of a drill pounding into her stomach. Wonderful.

Suddenly, a guilty feeling arose in the pits of her throat, bringing tears to her eyes as she replayed that last conversation she had just had with her boyfriend. She was probably being a bother to him, making him go back to his room to get medicine for her. He probably hated her by now. He was definitely going to come back and announce that he wanted to break up.

The thought made her ivory fingers curl into the palm of her hand, a few stray tears leaking out of the corners of her eyelids as another wave of pain swept through her stomach.

She cried out in anguish, still trying to figure out why her period was out to get her this month. Her cramps were bad, but they were never this bad.

There was a loud rapping on her door, followed by the creak of the hinges. She could hear footsteps entering her room, so she quickly moved to wipe her tears away, hating herself for being so slow.

Todoroki stood there, a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water in one hand, and a bar of caramel milk chocolate in the other. If he noticed her tears, he didn’t say anything, instead moving to the bed and sitting down on it.

Momo, her entire body sprayed miserably across the mass of the bed, moved to make room for him. She was about to sit up, but him shaking his head stopped her.

She watched as he placed the candy bar besides him and gently shook out two tablets from the canister of medicine, dropping them onto the lid of the bottle. He handed her the glass of water, which she took gratefully, and then proceeded to cup the bottom of her face and pull her forwards, dropping the two tablets onto her outstretched tongue. When he released her, she brought the glass to her lips, the liquid drenching the insides of her mouth as she used it to swallow the pills.

When she was finished, Todoroki held out the chocolate bar to her, ripping it open and breaking off a piece. Caramel oozed out from the inside of the sweet treat, making her lick her lips in delight.

She was about to take the chocolate from him, but stopped when he gently tut his teeth and held the candy in his hands, reaching for her chin again. Her eyes widened when he began to feed her the delicious chocolate, the taste tingling everything inside her mouth.

After two pieces, Momo couldn’t take it anymore. Just as she was finishing up the candy with Todoroki still holding her, she quickly darted up and connected her lips to his, her mouth widening in amusement as he scrambled around at the sudden contact.

As she smiled into the kiss, Todoroki dropped the forgotten bar of chocolate and reached his arms out, loosely wrapping them around her waist in order to pull her closer. She moved her lips against his in a fast, smothering motion as he did anything but stop her.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she fully sat up to climb onto his lap. He said something then, but it was muffled by her mouth on his. In order to make up for it, though, he slowly lifted himself up so that his entire body was sitting on the bed as she wrapped her legs around his middle and continued to kiss him.

There was nothing she liked better than these sensations he gave her. Nothing she could do to stop herself from wanting to kiss him every single minute of her day.

She moaned in discomfort when he separated himself from her, pouting adorably at him as he just met her gaze, lifting his hand to stroke her cheek.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked softly.

She leaned forwards again, grazing her lips across the upper part of his neck.

“Definitely,” she whispered as he growled under his breath and took her lips once again.

Oh yeah. She was definitely going to die today.

[pixelmins]

Shouto Todoroki was a mystery. Not only to Momo Yaoyorozu, but also to his friends, his family, or any acquaintance he had ever had. At least, that was what she had found out about him so far. It wasn’t easy, either. He never revealed much, and mostly tended to keep to himself. He rarely even participated in social events, instead opting to sit in his house and do who knows what. It didn’t make much sense to her, given his father’s impact on the industry they came from.

That pretty much covered it. Was she missing anything?

Oh, right.

There was also the fact that he was her fiancé.

[TodoMomo arranged marriage au]