todoroki’s not a fool. even with his attention fixated on his book, he’s certainly not oblivious to all the stolen glances from the boy beside him & the way some of them last a beat too long. then again, it’s not like he wasn’t hyper aware of his presence in the first place. just by this arm’s length proximity alone is enough for him to notice his own heart beating a little too loudly.
❛ midoriya. ❜ he says his name in what seems like a conversational manner, but the very moment the other hero turns his head, todoroki takes his chance to lean in & steal a quick kiss.
maybe todoroki isn’t a fool, but if he was—- he’s certainly a lovestruck one. ❛ … you might want to try being discreet next time. ❜
It’s tender, the kiss. There’s no rush buried in the smooth pressing of the lips or nervous heartbeats of wistful motivation: the chest forgets to breathe & beat for the oxytocin is hot in the veins, of course, but it’s only because it’s involved in a dear moment of blissful utopia, innocent dreams that blossom as flowers in one’s ribs, spreading through the rest of the body. Young is the love that flies through the clouds when a loved one speaks; when two presences become a medley of pure emotions & sweet sayings; when mouth lines meet others’ in careful touches.
& it’s also quick, the so said kiss. It lasts no longer than a few seconds, & leaves the green-haired boy with a dorkish grin painted on his expression.ㅤ❝ todoroki - kun. ❞ㅤeven though his name was already entirely familiar to his tongue, it still felt somehow ─ yet magical to his mind, as if some kind of fantastic spell was craved into the redhead’s name. Why was that?
❝ your book was upside down. ❞ㅤ & a giggle comes off from pastel lips, locks being tilted to the sides whilst freckles are warmed up by the red of his partner ─ if that was due to the other’s flames, kiss or amour, he could not say. But in either way, he couldn’t be happier.