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[a few hasty bandaids over a profusely bleeding wound, that's probably all this is — but it stems the tide long enough for things to return to almost-normal by the time Monday rolls around. Todoroki has, as expected, recuperated from his hangover in the cool, dark, silent and blissful solitude in his room and sworn off consumption of clear Russian liquids for the foreseeable future, and seeing Midoriya in the morning is... well]

[they don't talk about it. and he doesn't want to. hopes to never, in fact, if he's allowed to have his way. there are a few times throughout the week he thinks he feels his gaze lingering on him a little too long, asking questions he doesn't have answers to (or doesn't want to), pushing his lunch around pensively as he thinks of a way to broach the topic when they're alone]

[in that, too, he gives him fewer opportunities for a while. Uraraka and Iida, oblivious as they are, make for pretty good buffers]

[...until he can't anymore, until there's blood leaking from his nose and his swollen, broken bottom lip, his back planted into the asphalt of an evacuated street by a giant's fist he wasn't fast enough to dodge, knocking the breath and the consciousness right out of him]

[when he comes to after the fight is over and Musutafu is, once again, safe, the only color he sees is — ]

Mi...dori...

[his voice is rough with pain or maybe screaming, a part of his body warm that usually isn't. is this... weight?]

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[ Nothing hard, which means something he can put in a container, probably with a straw if they don't want to deal with silverware. Maybe Asui has jello cups squirreled away in the back of the fridge, still.

On auto-pilot, Midoriya shoves his feet back into his shoes and rolls his eyes to the ceiling so he doesn't accidentally see anything, all the same. He knows the moment Todoroki sinks in, though, and it's a wonder how it's warm, all the way out here in Todoroki's room. ]

I'll be back soon. Please don't fall asleep and drown.

[ Today has been a lot.

True to his word, he is back remarkably fast: okayu in a massive coffee mug outfitted with a spoon and a straw, pudding cup in a pocket and over his shoulder, a fresh from the dryer towel. The door closes behind him, he settles the meal off to the side and stands near enough to the door that Todoroki can hear him but not so that he can see in. The towel is settled on the countertop courtesy of Midoriya's visible hand and wrist, which vanishes once he sets it down. Just a moment later, he sinks down heavily, head resting against the wall. ]

I brought pudding, too, if you want something cold afterward. Better than hospital jello.

[fall asleep he does but drown he does not. a chubby cheek winds up planted on his knee as he hugs himself low in the water and that's how he rests, warm and tired and only half clean. even with the minimal scrubbing he'd done, the water is murky and tinged ruddy with blood and dirt and it's the first thing he sees when groggy eyes open back up as he hears the door click]

Thanks. [how long was he out? long enough to make rice porridge anyway, and the water's several degrees cooler than it was when he got in. pulling the plug to let it drain, he watches stoically until there's just a trail of grit between himself and the drain, fighting a sluggish mind for something to say...]

[instead, he runs a shower and washes his hair and rinses himself off, seeking the towel when he's finished and eventually draping it around his hips. there's a smaller one in his hand when he stands next to Midoriya again, offering it out to him]

Dry my hair? [he's trying...]

[ Thanks is a good enough sign that he's alright. Midoriya relaxes a little against the wall as he listens to water beat down, not quite dozing but getting dangerously close with how long the day's been and how much has happened. It's when the water turns off that he shakes himself out of it and rises up to unsteady feet again.

He thought- well, he doesn't know what he thought, it doesn't matter, because abruptly Todoroki is standing there towel-clad and not much else but residual water droplets. Midoriya's mouth goes absurdly dry a moment until he shakes himself out of it and takes the smaller towel.

Drying hair he can do. That's easy. Midoriya it and reaches over to settle it onto his head. The position with their minor height difference means that he's looking up into Todorki's face, gently pressing the towel against damp hair. It's close. It's way too close and this isn't what he meant, so Midoriya takes a step back with a faintly strangled laugh. ]

It's probably going to be easier if you're sitting down.

[all he earns in return is a blank stare with sleep-swollen eyes, mouth a small, soft line as he considers the green eyes and light dusting of freckles before him, but — ]

[ah... abruptly, he becomes a towel monster, hanging his head under the drape of fabric, unable to see Midoriya or, well, anything in front of him]

Aa. [a grunt of agreement, heading blindly towards the floor chair that sits in front of his desk and he, well, stumbles into it tiredly rather than simply sits; it means his side presses against the back and he faces his friend rather than turns away, sagging wetly into the cushion]

[this is apparently the moment he has a bout of self reflection, as Midoriya takes to his task again:]

...I've been kind of a jerk to you lately.

[he hasn't been this close to him again, since...]

[ It's too much. Midoriya swings his eyes to the ceiling and focuses on doing what's necessary until Todoroki's comfortable. He can wrestle with a poorly timed crush later, as in never. Todoroki turns and starts toward the chair and Midoriya follows after him, resisting the urge to pluck the towel and fuss. Once he's settled, Midoriya fetches the coffee mug, sets it down in front of him and comes back with the towel.

This time the approach is a little easier, more careful. He works from the ends so water doesn't drape down his neck. It's amazing that Todoroki's this awake, but he supposes it makes sense; he's stubborn and strong, so much so that Midoriya constantly feels like he's in awe of him. ]

I don't think so. [ He swipes the towel along Todoroki's shoulders gently, catching any droplets and then goes back to working water out of the ends. Maybe that's not the entire truth. ] I mean. Maybe a little, but comparatively, no one got into a yelling match or an argument that blew anything up, so. But otherwise, you already apologized earlier and I told you I forgave you.

[oh. with the food in front of him, he very suddenly becomes aware of his obscene level of hunger, snatching it up and stuffing his cheeks full — god, it's so good, but that's probably the borderline starvation talking]

[he's listening, albeit distractedly, and almost wants to scoff at the thought of something between them erupting into an actual fight. who is he, Bakugou? ...but after a pensive moment, he thinks maybe it isn't so impossible; he's needed some sense smacked into him a few times]

Mm... about that.

[his hands feel good. being touched like this, casual and trusting, purposeful enough to make it easier to accept. Midoriya is...]

I take it back; I don't regret it at all.

[homf]

[ He knows that Todoroki isn't Bakugou and has no chance of ever reaching that point. They occupy very different places in his life and while they might have gone a little hard against each other, the context wasn't ever the same in Midoriya's mind. So many things were different with Todoroki and he still wasn't sure how to make sense of it. What mattered most ultimately is that they're still friends despite the hiccups and Todoroki's around to smack sense into him too when he needs it. ]

...You. [ Midoriya inhales slow through his nose and rests a towel covered hand against the nape of Todoroki's neck, pausing.

That, combined with inviting him in here and talking about it didn't leave a lot of room for question, but Midoriya's still cautious. He'd meant what he said earlier; Todoroki was brave about all of this. He'd end up sitting on it for weeks, trying to figure out what to do with it and then do nothing at all. At least Todoroki was brave enough to bring it up for them to stumble through. ] Alright. I think your hair's as dry as it's going to get without a blowdryer.

[ He's standing there still covered in dirt and grit and Todoroki smells like warmth and the clean, cutting scent of soap but at least he's alive, eating. ]

I didn't unless you did. [ Drawing in a fortifying breath, Midoriya squares his shoulders, and drops the towel around Todoroki's neck, holding either end. It's not fair if Todoroki's the only brave one. ] I'm sorry I don't remember more of it.

[ Like. Why. Why's a good start.

Todoroki is, after all, amazing. It's not a shock Midoriya'd want to kiss him but the opposite?Wild. ]

[with his dismissal, Todoroki practically collapses, bowing into his own body with an arm across the back of the chair and his head resting on it wearily, and it gives him proper opportunity to use the straw he's been equipped with, watching his friend through heavily lidded eyes]

[it is pure stubbornness he's still awake, but who knows how long it will last; all the same, he doesn't seem interested in rushing through this... it's probably the exhaustion that's making him so forthcoming, after all]

I thought it would ruin things between us. It's good how it is.

[and even so, the heart wants what the heart wants. how much liquor had it even taken to get him to act on it? to be willing to risk it? risk Midoriya?]

[...but he's still here]

Was it your first?

[he doesn't know why he asks. why it matters — just that it does, some impression or... or invisible mark he gets to leave on him in a similar way to what's been given to him]

[ There's the itch to do something, to get Todoroki bundled up and into bed, to make sure he's as taken care of as possible and for a moment Midoriya feels a twinge of regret; if he feels this way, his friends probably feel similarly when he's injured. ]

We wouldn't let it.

[ That, he believes firmly. They're too good of friends, too close, Todoroki means too much to him to let a relationship get in the way of that, ultimately.

Slowly, like every inch of him aches, Midoriya sits down and puts his back against the low seated chair, the only barrier between them. ]

Ah, um. My first kiss? [ Is there a right answer to this? If he says yes, will Todoroki regret it more? ] Was it yours?

[foggy and tired, he lets himself believe those words for a moment — that bonds given or built are unbreakable, that there's no limit to them, lets himself feel the warmth of them all around him like a hot bath, even when experience after experience has taught him otherwise]

[humming low, he chooses to agree with him as he shifts, slumps further, slides down the back of the chair and leans his head back. they're spine to spine without the cushion and wood between them now, and his skull falls back onto Midoriya's shoulder, two colors of hair long enough to tickle down his collarbone]

[an amused scoff — ]

Of course it was. You're the first person I've ever...

[that thought trails off: soft, low. he shouldn't finish it.]

[ Exhaustion tugs at him and he knows it must be doing worse to Todoroki. As much as he wants to bottle this moment up and keep it forever, or drag it out as long as possible, he can't. Todoroki's going to be even sorer when he wakes up if he sleeps weird and Midoriya can't let that happen.

More than that, all of Todoroki's harder edges have softened and Midoriya doesn't trust himself not to dig when he shouldn't. Instead, he pushes himself to his knees and then to his feet with a muted groan. ]

Mine, too. [ He likes Todoroki like this, Midoriya decides. Or, more accurately, he wants things to be good enough between them that he gets to see this without the side of violence, healing, and general exhaustion. ] Come on. I'm getting pretty tired and you must be even more so.

[the support falls out from under him and his head bobs before he rights it as if already caught on the peripherals of a dream, twisting slowly to watch him hovering above, a thoughtful frown on his mouth]

[mine, too — well, he could've guessed. even being near Uraraka sometimes makes him nervous, and as for the same sex, well... he doesn't think this being here has anything to do with questions like that as much as it does what Midoriya means to him, selfish and seeking]

Hey. [something he hasn't let go of, not judging from how his hand reaches up for his, lightly gripping a few fingers in his right hand — ] Take a shower. Stay.

[they're commands, but there's too much request in it for his normal confidence to filter in, looking up at him expectantly]

[ Smooth, he's so incredible, just, perfect. Midoriya's ears go red and he looks to the ceiling when he realizes he'd just sort of let him wobble but Todoroki doesn't look too pressed. Sleepily disgruntled, maybe, but he makes it, like everything else, look good. He really needs to —

take a shower. stay.

It has the unnatural ability to make Midoriya freeze in place and consider it, but he's never been good at avoiding impulsiveness with this. ]

Only if you don't mind me borrowing some clothes and maybe talking in my sleep.

[ There. He even says it steadily, confidently or just about as close to that as he can manage right then. Todoroki wouldn't have offered if he didn't want to, that much Midoriya's certain of. ]

Ah... they'll be too big.

[this, he doesn't look disgruntled about at all, his gaze instead going south in a considering sweep of that green hero costume with a gaze that's raking, a little too unchecked with exhaustion pulling down his usual stoic veil]

[as for the mental image of him in baggy clothes that belong to Todoroki himself, well — the word cute comes to mind. two hands plant, one on the table and the other on the edge of the chair, as he stands and drags his weary body up to head over to the dresser for some pajama pants; he tosses a pair blindly over his shoulder and then tugs his own on under the towel (look, modesty this time) before he pulls that off too]

[and hands it... over to Midoriya... super helpfully]

If I fall asleep, wake me up when you're done. [he'll make room for him in his bed]

I can roll them.

[ If that's the worst thing he has to worry about then that's not an issue at all. Todoroki moves to get up and Midoriya hovers like he's not sure if he ought to ask him if he wants a hand up or not. There's wanting to do it under one's own power and pushing too hard. Midoriya isn't one to speak on the latter when he's far too into the former so he keeps his hands tucked away to keep from fidgeting.

Blessedly, with Todoroki not looking, it means the fact that the pants hit Midoriya right in the face is an embarrassment witnessed by absolutely no one, so by the time he turns to hand a shirt over, he's totally cool. Absolutely. Besides, more pressing than his embarrassment at being caught unaware, there's that bubbly warmth. It feels — he doesn't even know how to describe it. Intimate, maybe, going to use his shower, sleeping in his clothes. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he ]

I can pretty much promise you I'm going to feel way worse waking you up if you fall asleep.

[ Clothes tossed over one arm, he reaches, fiddling with the clasp at the nape of his uniform's neck, heading for the bathroom. It's 50/50 on what Todoroki does here, but Midoriya leans against the doorjamb and gives him a probably dumb smile. ]

But if you're determined to try and stay awake, I'll be fast.

Then I guess I'm staying awake. [he says as if his voice isn't as gritty as a 70-year-old chain smoker's, raw with his mere flirting with actual sleep. keep himself up... right. his phone will come in handy, which he practically wobbles to pluck out of a pocket where his hero customs is in an ugly pile on the floor]

[and then similarly wobbles to Midoriya, raising a hand towards him, and — ]

[hesitating, unsure what to do with it, where to touch...]

[he'd fought, too. Todoroki wonders where — if — it hurts, and so lowers his hand back down to his own side, red and white eyelashes low as his gaze trails down to... lips he thinks might be split under all that dirt]

[lower than before:] Be fast. You should be the last thing I see.

And people say I'm the stubborn one.

[ Midoriya's tone is gently teasing despite the exasperated little shake of his head. He'd do the exact same damn thing in Todoroki's position so he can't really blame him, but he wants to fuss and usher him into bed so he'll feel better.

Rather than arguing it any further, he watches Todoroki make his way over, absolutely not withering away inside at the way he's making his way around the room. He wants to offer to grab things, wants to help but bites it all back through sheer force of will which is for the best because he's not entirely sure he wouldn't have made a noise when Todoroki reaches out to him. The hand lowers and Midoriya's own twitches like he wants to, but...

An apology is on his lips for being so dirty and then Todoroki says that. This time there's no hiding the noise, a strangled thing that spills from his throat, cheeks, and ears burning under the dirt. ] I — You.

[ Nailed it. ] You cannot just say things like that and — it's so much, I need to shower.

[ One big stupid grin at Todoroki and then he ducks in taking the quickest possible shower while still getting himself clean. He absolutely doesn't take a moment to catalog what kind of shampoos and conditioner Todoroki uses because that's weird but the moment he reads the title he knows he's going to remember it.

The hot water aches over the cuts and bruises but comparatively, he got off easy. As soon as he's done, he dries off as quick as he can and steals mouthwash if there is any in lieu of brushing his teeth. Now, at least, he feels marginally more human and slowly eases the door back open. Maybe Todoroki will have fallen asleep. ]

[...well. the confusion will keep him up for a little while, at least — he can't? "so much"... too much?]

[it's no mystery to him that he has a tendency to be a little too intense sometimes; he's... weird, he knows, often fixates on a concept or an act of rebellion or a goal to the point of obsession. that kind of thing... can scare people away or ice them out, he's beginning to discover]

[that's the last thing he wants with Midoriya, though. and that's where the fear sets in, where the distrust in himself doesn't quite belive the words we wouldn't let it. sometimes... he just had no damn self-control, and drunk or not, it's the worst around Midoriya]

[hell, sometimes he is his self-control, the good conscience on his shoulder]

[...he shouldn't like that thought as much as he does. it's probably — unhealthy. right?]

Ah. [no such luck. he's sitting up in his futon, a blanket around his lap and still no shirt on, when the bathroom door opens, feeling even more tired now, which has less to do with the passing of time and more with his own thoughts ransacking what's left of his emotional tolerance]

[... but he's committed to this, for better or worse, and scoots closer to the wall as he pats the bedding, making room for company]

Here.

Thank you again.

[ It's only in the shower that he starts to wonder if he hadn't been clear, too flustered to think of a coherent response that wasn't asking to kiss him while he was filthy and hadn't brushed his teeth. If Todoroki is asleep, they'll handle it in the morning, he thinks, but as it turns out Todoroki is awake and — still not wearing a shirt. Alright. He's seen Todoroki shirtless countless times from the group baths during camp ages ago to the times he's burned his shirts away but.

He's totally cool and totally fine. Giving his hair one final furious scrub with a hand to try and get out any last bit of water before he comes over, Midoriya smiles again. It's not the dopey grin from before, flustered and pleased and all teeth. This one is warmer though it's ruined a moment later by a massive yawn. To the futon, then, carefully picking his way over and going to his knees. ]

Is there anything I should get before?

[ There's a slightly mortifying moment where a part of him hopes Todoroki doesn't say shirt which he violently shoves down because he honestly did mean water or a phone charger or something. ]

In.

[and we're back to blasé. there's a hand that reaches for and grabs Midoriya's wrist, giving it a tug to usher him into the blankets, lifted up tossed over both of their bodies. he'd managed to finish off the food that was brought to him in the interim of that shower, at least, the evidence of it piled up in a shelf near the bed, all things that can be dealt with later]

[the only task he wants in front of him right now is this one]

[...but there's also no protocol he knows how to rely on for this. no experiences that have come before, no manual; the closest he's even slept to another person happening only this year during their summer training in the forest, a memory soured by failure and loss]

[and he's never...]

[he's never even liked someone like this before. what the hell is he supposed to do? laying stiffly on his back at his side, inches between them, his right towards Midoriya putting him in a profile of silver and moonlight, he... stares at the ceiling... and breaks the silence after a few long moments:]

...Is it weird...?

[it's weird, isn't it...]

[ Oh. Yep, okay, chalk that up to another thing to fix. Midoriya obeys instantly, sliding himself down and tugging the covers over the both of them once he's sorted that out.

Todoroki just lays down like it's nothing, like the last few hours either didn't happen. Maybe it's just that he is really tired and finally they're both settled so he feels like he can fall asleep. Then again, if he's this worked up about it, he has a feeling that Todoroki might be too, which means stepping carefully, thinking about what he says before he says it. Heroes have to do this all the time, they have to know what to say and how to say it.

The moment Todoroki speaks, Midoriya rolls over onto his side, propping himself up to look at him. ]

I had dirt and probably some blood in my mouth. [ Dying honestly might've been easier than this, but he pushes through. Plus Ultra. ] Earlier.

[ Breathe in, attempt two. It's still rushed, but he's got that same determined face he gets when facing down a particularly complex Quirk. ] When you reached out, all I could think was that I really wanted to ask to kiss you again, but I wasso gross. If you don't want to, it's alright, but I was also going to ask if it was alright to sleep touching you. I mean I probably will already, I move around a lot you can push me away if you need—

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[three fingers nearly slap down on Midoriya's lips, quickly halting what he suspects is going to deteriorate into the nervous rambling of a crazy and overwhelmed teenager. from the way even his eyes widen slightly, he doesn't look like he expected it of himself either, staring up at him, somewhere between mortified and deeply embarrassed]

[he only blushes to one side, the color too buried beneath his scar, but standing stark against the pales. is it fair of him to put all the impetus on Midoriya like this? to let him take full responsibility in instigating... whatever comes next?]

It's alright. [it wouldn't sit well with him; he can't just be a passive bystander to his own emotions]

[his hand slips from his mouth, away from how it's as soft as he remembers and the heat of his breath, fingertips instead trailing over freckled cheeks he can admire in the low light, where his damp hair clings to the skin near his ear... slowly, foreign, like he's learning how to do it for the first time, clumsy and naive]

[and then hooks lightly in the nape of his neck to guide him down, malleable and accepting]

It's alright.

[ He doesn't kiss the fingers that linger, but it's extraordinarily tempting to the moment he realizes that he hasn't irrevocably messed up their relationship by running his mouth. It's alright isn't necessarily the ringing endorsement for continuing past fumbling for words, though.

Alright that he wants to? Alright that he's going to move around in his sleep?

Todoroki's fingers drift away before he can decide what he's doing and he almost mourns the loss except Todoroki doesn't pull away. Fingers drift over him his face and Midoriya's stomach abruptly goes full of butterflies all over again. It's alright, Todoroki repeats and that combined with the hand at the nape of his neck brings a pleased oh to his lips. He goes down easily, doing his level best to remember not to mash his nose into Todoroki's, or to tip over and smack their heads together.

It's not the optimal position to do this in, so gingerly, he scoots closer and leans over Todoroki, adjusting his weight so he won't tip over. He means to try and deepen it, but the smile on his face is too much to contain after just a few seconds. He pulls back, turning his head just enough to press a quick kiss to the inside of Todoroki's wrist, hiding his smile there a moment. ]

Sorry, sorry, I'm just— happy. [ To say the least. He is absolutely not tearing up because of how happy he is, he's fine. His free hand comes up to cup Todoroki's own gently and then his fingers skim down, tracing the line of his arm. Kissing is vastly preferable to sticking both feet in his mouth, so he leans back down, easing his lips over Todoroki's own again. ]

[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]

[...minty]

[ After the issues over text Midoriya did one of the things he knew how best to do: he studied. He pulled up articles on his phone, went through different sites to try and figure out if one place was more helpful than the next. A part of him debated going to Uraraka about it but he'd held back, just barely. Todoroki was the kind of person who kept a great deal secret, not quite locked down but close to his chest and The Kiss was already a subject Midoriya'd made a mistake with. Bringing other people into it was the worst possible idea.

So. Research. No one really had a scientific approach to kissing that he could find. You'll know how once you kiss the other person, you'll find out what they'll like on had said. Another suggested stopping every few moments to ask but that also sounded utterly ridiculous because once he started he wasn't going to ask Todoroki for a running score here. He'd vaguely perused videos but that felt too weird and voyeuristic for him to do anything with, which means he's left with practice, after you figure it out.

Maybe, if he's not great at it, it won't matter because Todoroki won't know either, so if it's terrible they have nothing to compare it to. The only issue with that is it's...not terrible. At all. Todoroki's a long, solid line of warmth down against him, his lips are soft and he's holding Midoriya steady like he's something important. Parting his lips without a second thought Midoriya tries desperately to remember every single thing he'd ever read about kissing involving tongues and realizes none of it compares to the real thing. It's like battle; he could read a thousand books and study really hard to know everything about a battle but it's nothing without practical application.

...Probably shouldn't tell Todoroki he's thinking about battles while they're kissing and probably shouldn't be thinking about anything else while they're kissing or he'll —

He's absolutely mumbling things under his breath, into the kiss and for a long moment is mortified at himself, pulling back just enough to look down at Todoroki, pupils blown wide. He looks — incredible, of course. Too much so to look at for any amount of time because he doesn't trust himself not to say anything ridiculous so one big hand comes up and cups his cheek again, guiding him into another kiss. This time he acts rather than reacts and absolutely doesn't mumble; he nips lightly at Todoroki's bottom lip slides his tongue against Todoroki's a moment later.

Oops. He's smiling again. ]

the world is our oyster pal

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todoroki uses fluster, it's super fucking effective

the midoriya escaped before the pokeball was even thrown.... impressive

it's not ACTUALLY running away cuz you're flustered if you come back, midoriya repeatedly tells hims

whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy...... (in his bed)

midoriya slowly combusts

oh.... bye, deku

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