Runnin' with the devil

Part 1

As soon as the door to Kirishima's apartment opens, Shouto knows he's fucked up somehow.

"Oh, Todoroki," is all Uraraka says, in the kind of tone usually reserved for speaking to tragically injured puppies.

"What'd I do?" Shouto asks, stepping inside.

The others are already there—from the looks of it, they have already started the Friday night festivities without him. This is fine with Shouto, considering the party doesn't really start when he walks in, but rather slows down a bit so the others can explain the rules of whatever drinking game they've opted to play that night to him.

Mina takes one look at him and lets out a shriek of laughter that either means she's already really drunk, or he's done something especially ridiculous. Seeing as he's only just entered the room, this doesn't bode well.

"Oh my god, are those khakis?" she cackles, and Shouto glances down at his tan-clad legs.

"Umm..."

"Todoroki, you made it!" he hears someone call out, and his heart thuds a little harder in his chest as he turns to face the source of the voice.

"Hey," he says, swallows once, "Midoriya."

Midoriya looks like he's well on his way to getting sloppy drunk by the end of the night if the red flush in his cheeks and high shine of his eyes is anything to go by. He's smiling his biggest smile right at Shouto, and he is, as usual, devastatingly cute; although the undercut he sports where his dark, curly hair is buzzed short adds an irresistible flair of innocent sex appeal to his look.

Midoriya is gifted at not realizing how cute he actually is, or where his alcohol tolerance levels lie. He always goes a little too hard too fast, ending up shitfaced way before everybody else, but not early enough that any of the rest of them can make great decisions about what to do with him. Fortunately, that's where Kirishima comes in.

"Todoroki, my man," says Kirishima, draping an arm around Midoriya's shoulders and surveying Shouto up and down. "We've gotta get you out of those pants."

Shouto's face starts to burn, partially from embarrassment, but mainly because Kirishima is casually talking about undressing him while wearing one of those white shirts with the sleeves scooped out, exposing his thick biceps and a good bit of sideboob through the swooping arm holes. Kirishima, in contrast to the rest of them, seems to have no alcohol tolerance limit—he can drink literally anyone under the table, so the responsibility of keeping track of the rest of them usually falls on his well-built shoulders.

"I didn't bring anything else, though," Shouto says, like he's normally expected to have extra pairs of non-shitty pants on hand.

"Holy shit," says a new voice and Shouto turns again to see Kirishima's roommate, Sero, peering around the doorframe from the other room. "Yeah, there's no way we can let you back out like that, you're gonna have to borrow something. Kirishima, aren't you guys about the same height?"

"Are these really that bad?" Shouto asks. It's not that he minds borrowing something, specifically—it's just that he knows if he wears Kirishima's pants, he's going to be thinking about Kirishima's athletic legs, and how his hands are really strong, and how his smile is easy and infectious—

"Sorry, Todoroki," Uraraka says, slipping her arm through his, "but they're hideous. Closet raid!"

Mina squeals and claps her hands, shooting up from the couch. The other guys start to follow, but are quickly rebuffed, despite Kirishima's protests that "It's my closet!" Shouto is momentarily glad the girls are so good at steamrolling. He isn't sure he could stop himself from popping a very obvious boner, knowing he's being watched by three other dudes, which seems dangerous considering he's supposed to be undressing.