Mistakes ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 9: lost puppy~

CW // sexual content at end of chapter

Shoto Todoroki

"Hey you...how was your shift?"

I slumped against Yoichi as soon as I saw him, my face nestled nicely on his shoulder facing his neck, and I groaned before explaining my actions.

"I've just spent a whole hour trying to get a guy to stop crying about how it wasn't him that killed the three women who were found in his freezer. So, pretty awful, what about you"

"By comparison, nothing. I had to give a guy some stitches after he got in a tussle, but it seems like you've had it way worse than me."

"It doesn't matter, it's dealt with now"

"Oh, did he stop crying?"

"Nah, he threw up on my carpet so I called the guards in to take him and clean up"

"Oh...well, that's one way to get him out of there I guess"

"Yeah...can we not talk about it, it was kinda tough"

To be completely honest, I was tired. If it were any other occasion, I might cancel, but I wasn't going to risk screwing this up with Yoichi because I was feeling a little fatigued. There were pancakes to be had, and dating to be done.

"No problem. We should probably get going, this place gets pretty busy and I don't want to disappoint you after all this waiting" he said with a shy smile. I just groaned and stood up straight, gently reaching for his hand as we walked out of the prison, stupid security checks the only thing that could separate us.

It wasn't a very long walk to this breakfast place, and we made it there just before it started getting busy, which was fortunate for us. By the time that we'd sat down and ordered a coffee each, there were no available tables left, so we'd definitely gotten lucky. Yoichi was talking about Formula One, something I myself had sparsely even heard of, and as such, I nodded along and pretended I knew what he was talking about. It was cute though, how obsessed he seemed to be over it.

"The next race is actually in Japan, but they've sold out, or else I'd ask if you wanted to go"

"Please, I don't want you spending crazy money on a ticket for me to go to something I don't even know if I like, it's fine."

He smiled at that, and the small silence that followed was interrupted nicely by a waiter wanting our order. Yoichi surprised absolutely no one by asking for chocolate sauce, and I kept it simple with sugar and lemon juice. He scoffed at the way I rolled my eyes at him, saying "what? I'm allowed to treat myself you know!"

"Got to be careful though, this'll be all the calories you need today"

"Oh wow, I'm starving myself now, am I?

"You are if you treat yourself too much. Got to stay in shape for..." I trailed off, realising that what I was going to say was definitely out of line.

"For...you?"

God his smile is so smug yet so handsome

"...shut up."

"I will not. You're cute, I'm allowed to say so"

I only looked away, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. I was starting to feel...weird. Not the good kind of weird, if you're wondering. Not nerves, not excitement, just general...discomfort. I didn't feel ill, yet wanted to be sick. I couldn't comprehend it in the moment; it came on far too suddenly to have a definite reason, but it was undeniably a feeling I had. Something was telling me that I shouldn't be here.

I never said anything about it to Yoichi, just...persisted with our date, trying to continue it and play it off as if I was fine. I think he could tell that something was wrong with me, but he said nothing, not even when I excused myself to the bathroom halfway through our meal.

I didn't stop myself throwing up, I knew that'd only make it far worse. I just slumped against the rim of the toilet and let it happen, a couple of sympathetic "are you ok?"'s from others in the room. I didn't coherently answer any of them, not for lack of trying though.

Once I'd finished depositing my breakfast into the toilet, I returned to a somewhat concerned looking Yoichi, who's finished his meal by now.

"Hey...you ok?"

"I...yeah, yeah, I just...I'm really sorry, I think that guy earlier is getting to me a little bit. Can we...head back?"

"Yeah, no...no problem! Let me handle the bill, you just get some fresh air outside and I'll be there in a second"

"Thanks...I'll make it up to you, promise"

He smiled, clearly a little disheartened, but either way he went up to the counter, ready to pay, as I made my way out the door, lingering by the entrance like a lost puppy.

He gripped my hand slightly tighter as we walked back, only making my unease grow more. I don't know what it was, but there was some kind of guilty feeling I got when I was touching him. He lay me in his bed when we got back, clearly concerned and not wanting to leave me alone, but...well, the inevitable happened, and one thing led to another, and...

"S-Shit, Sho, you're so fucking tight"

Our lips locked again after he'd said it, his cock burying even deeper against my prostate, my moans captured in his mouth and my body captured beneath his. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, and leaned my head back to moan loudly, completely lost in the moment.

"K-KaaaaAAAH~"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I came on my stomach, Yoichi's eyes locked into mine the whole time as he quickly pulled out of me and, soon enough, his own cum joined mine on my stomach and chest. I just lay there for a couple of minutes, my head slowly clearing as he wiped me with a cloth and settled next to me, holding me close to him...

... did I nearly...moan...

Katsuki?! No...no, I wouldn't. Katsuki is my patient, at a stretch an acquaintance. Not someone that I have had even remote sexual feelings for. So why...

Is it guilt? Was I rationalising the fact that I don't feel good by convincing myself I loved someone else? That's ridiculous. I wanted to slap my cheek, but Yoichi held my body close to his, and I was left to zone out in his arms, staring blankly at the wall until the tide of sleep washed me away.

I'll deal with it tomorrow...
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Told y'all it'd be ok in the end, right?

Fact of the Day: I'm a massive Formula One fan, I'm literally obsessed with it