[the response comes slowly, like a gardener waiting days and days for a flower to bloom, instead constricted tight within himself; he's still as he's kissed, awkwardly so, the passion from a week — two? — ago untapped in this moment that leaves him so wildly out of his element, stiff, cold, unwelcoming for all he'd welcomed it]
[he could be relieved Midoriya's the one to pull away if he didn't also mourn it. his eyes stayed open the whole time and yet he'd felt that smile more than he'd seen it, the way breath left him and fanned hot on Todoroki's lips when he almost laughed with it, euphoric and mirthful...]
[this guy... he's the sun, really, and he feels the warmth of it begin penetrating deeper]
You're apologizing for being happy? [him, of all people. who told him to stop apologizing repeatedly when he had actual things to be sorry for and yet he wouldn't even be heard. his mouth's open to say something else when Midoriya closes in on him again, and his lips fall between his own this time, more than a peck, accidentally deeper]
[oh indeed]
[something clicks into place, downright viscerally. Todoroki surges up, blossoming under the realization of it, mouth parted as he breathes in Midoriya's exhale, closing down on his bottom lip and giving it a light suck to intensify the sensation. his eyes are still open but they're at least half-lidded now, eyelashes fluttering low, and his arms close tighter around shoulders that are broader than he imagined they would be to hold]
[does he have freckles here too? he wants to strip him down and count each one, but running his tongue along the seam of his lips will just have to do for now]
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[he could be relieved Midoriya's the one to pull away if he didn't also mourn it. his eyes stayed open the whole time and yet he'd felt that smile more than he'd seen it, the way breath left him and fanned hot on Todoroki's lips when he almost laughed with it, euphoric and mirthful...]
[this guy... he's the sun, really, and he feels the warmth of it begin penetrating deeper]
You're apologizing for being happy? [him, of all people. who told him to stop apologizing repeatedly when he had actual things to be sorry for and yet he wouldn't even be heard. his mouth's open to say something else when Midoriya closes in on him again, and his lips fall between his own this time, more than a peck, accidentally deeper]
[oh indeed]
[something clicks into place, downright viscerally. Todoroki surges up, blossoming under the realization of it, mouth parted as he breathes in Midoriya's exhale, closing down on his bottom lip and giving it a light suck to intensify the sensation. his eyes are still open but they're at least half-lidded now, eyelashes fluttering low, and his arms close tighter around shoulders that are broader than he imagined they would be to hold]
[does he have freckles here too? he wants to strip him down and count each one, but running his tongue along the seam of his lips will just have to do for now]
[...minty]