You're Like Me (TodoDeku)

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The family falls asleep in the living room together in a pile on the large couch. Aizawa is sitting normally, while Izuku clutches his scarf in his sleep. His husband leans on the mans other side, while Amajiki is curled up in a ball on the other side of Izuku.

Waking up is difficult with everyone trying not to kick or jostle each other. Hizashi and Aizawa go into the kitchen, forcing Izuku into the bathroom to take a shower while Amajiki goes and changes his clothes.

"Boys!" Hizashi calls from the kitchen to get both kids from Izukus room.

"What?!" Izuku shouts.

"Get out here!"

"Why?!"

Aizawa rolls his eyes, though can't help but smile. It was only ten days, but he missed this more than anything in the world.

Finally the two boys come out and Hizashi explains that Nezu called a staff meeting and the two could wait in one of their offices until they were finished.

They don't miss as Izuku shifts from foot to foot, "Actually, Papa? Do you think... do you think I could be dropped off at Todorokis? He doesn't know I'm back yet."

So that's how Izuku ends up dropped off, knocking on the door to reveal a Fuyumi Todoroki. She gasps when she seems him, pulling him inside with a hug, "Izuku!" She holds his face. God with as many people touching his face lately his acne was sure to come back, "You're, you're okay?"

He smiles, "Yeah, I'm alright. Can I see Shoto?"

Todoroki is at his desk when his sister knocks and enters the room. He must have fallen asleep while scouring the internet for any buildings the group might have missed.

"Shoto..." his sister says gently.

He looks to her, but he feels his heart stop when he sees the green curly hair right over her shoulder.

He gets out of his desk so fast his chair knocks to the ground and he pushes past his sister only to have Izuku jump into his arms.

Todoroki buries his face into his neck. He holds him tight, "Izuku?"

A hand tugs at his split colored hair, "Yeah."

"Izuku?" His voice cracks.

"Yeah, Sho. It's me. It's Izuku."

Todoroki lets the boy pull his hair, forcing his neck away from Izuku so he can face him. Both of Todorokis hands are preoccupied, gripping his boyfriends thighs, so Izukus the one who loosens his arms.

He gently grabs Todorokis face, both of their eyes filled with tears before placing a soft kiss that seems to last a lifetime on his lips.

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The two lay on Shotos bed, their legs tangled under the blanket as a movie plays from the boys tv, unwatched.

They had been talking nonstop, and Izuku couldn't help but feel guilty about the endless work his brother, boyfriend, and friends had been doing to find him. It was... a little strange. Life continued while he was gone.

They were onto lighter subjects now, such as school and family, and eventually Izuku decided to draw things with his finger on Todorokis hand and have him guess.

"A house?"

Izuku nods. He traces a peace sign, leaving Todoroki guessing.

The play this game for awhile before they grow tired of it. Todoroki grabs Izukus hand, "Izuku? Can I ask a question?"

He smiles softly, pecking the boys lips, "Of course."

"Why me?" Izuku tilts his head, confused and his boyfriend continues, "On our first date, you asked me why I asked you out. I want to know why you went, why you stick with me?"

He thinks back. Looking into those blue and grey eyes at the home store when he fell on top of him. Seeing him at the banquet his dads dragged him too. His kindness while showing the boy proper etiquette.

The way he never looked disinterested when Izuku rambled, the never ending iMessage games as a constant reminder he was there. How they fought together during the USJ attack, how they fought against Stain. How his lips were always so gently, and how his hands gripped his hair in an embrace. The nonjudgement when it came to the things he'd been through, the willingness to talk after the boys nightmares.

But where it started? What drew Izuku to him?

He thinks back to his eyes.

The eyes that stared back at him on the floor of that big store. He recognized them, or rather something in them.

"I guess... I saw you, Shoto."

Todorokis eyes soften, "I recognized you. You, you had something in you, like I had something in me, that neither of us wanted to open up about. We were alone in that sense."

Izuku licks his lips, his hand instinctively pushing the boys hair out of his eyes, "I wanted to know you, and I wanted you to know me. Because somehow, I guess I kind of knew that

"You were like me."

THE END