Male Characters x Male!Reader !One-Shots!

Todoroki Shoto x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Boku no Hero Academia

Requested by many people.

[part 2 of the fuck buddies one shot, part 1 is smut so y'know]

Finally in the loneliness of his room, (M/n) laid down on his bed, holding his pillow against his face to try and muffle the sound of his heartbreaking cries. His body trembled and a tight knot in his throat made it difficult to breathe properly. He wanted to scream, throw stuff around, break things and cry as much as he needed, but he couldn't do that in the middle of the night.

He curled on himself on his bed, hugging his pillow and gritting his teeth, letting all the pain inside his body come out in the form of warm, salty tears.

However, in the room next door, there was an ash blond male who couldn't fall asleep, knowing where (M/n) was, what he was doing, and with who he did it. Frowning, he sat on his bed and listened to the very faint and barely audible muffled sobs, and he stood up from his bed, walked to the door, and headed to (M/n)'s room.

He knocked on the door a couple of times, and (M/n)'s sobs stopped for a moment before the creaking of the bed made Katsuki cross his arms over his chest, waiting for the (h/c) haired male to open the door.

Keeping his head down, (M/n) opened the door, glancing up and seeing his best friend standing there, looking at him with a soft look in his tired crimson eyes, and he couldn't prevent his bottom lip from trembling as tears filled his eyes once again.

"Katsuki..." he whispered in a broken voice, making the blond's heart break at the sight, and he sighed, spreading his arms open, letting (M/n) hold him tight around his waist. He stroked (M/n)'s hair as he let the male cry on his neck, his whimpers muffled against his skin.

He walked inside the room, closed the door behind him, and headed towards (M/n)'s bed, laying down and covering their bodies with the sheets.

"We..." (M/n) started, making Katsuki's ears perk and he glanced down at him. "We're done... Sh-Shoto and I... broke things off..." he finished, looking up at the blond with his teary (e/c) eyes. "W-was that th-the correct t-thing... to do, Katsuki?"

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki held (M/n)'s face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together, staring into his eyes with a serious look in his crimson ones.

"Were you happy with what you had with Todoroki?" After blinking a few times as he thought of his answer, (M/n) ended up slightly shaking his head side to side, "Then yeah, you did the correct thing, you shouldn't spend your time with someone who doesn't make you happy and doesn't care about you, (M/n)."

The male sighed and nodded, snuggling on Katsuki's chest and hugging his waist tightly. He realized how good it felt to sleep next to someone, holding them close and hearing their breathing, along with their heartbeat, it was... relaxing and calming.

(M/n) felt loved as Katsuki held him in his arms, stroking his hair gently as he had a steady breathing, his heart beating in his chest and making the (h/c) haired male get sleepy. He closed his eyes and without even noticing, he fell asleep.

Katsuki sighed and looked down at (M/n), he moved the hair covering his forehead and pressed his lips on it, closing his eyes too. "I like you, idiot... so much."

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Ever since the day that (M/n) left his room, Shoto hasn't really cared about anything, except when he got horny and the male wouldn't pick up his calls. And so, one day, fed up with (M/n)'s attitude, he walked out of his room and headed to the stairs to the floor below, where he knew the male was.

But, oh surprise, surprise.

What he saw made him stop completely, his mismatched eyes staring at (M/n) holding Bakugou by the waist, looking into each other's eyes with wide smiles plastered on their faces. Without knowing why, he felt a stinging feeling in his eyes, a knot in his throat, and as if his heart had been pierced through with a knife, stabbing it multiple times, over and over again. He turned around and ran back upstairs to his bedroom, feeling the hot tears now dripping down his face as he aggressively tried to make them stop, rubbing his hands on his eyes.

It just made it worse. The stinging pain was still there, but now, uncontrollable hiccups and sobs shook his body as he entered his room, slamming the door behind him.

His back slid down the door as he hugged his legs up to his chest, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to understand why was he crying all of the sudden.

Shoto looked up and saw the bed where he and (M/n) had sex countless times, and every time he rejected the poor male came back to him. He realized how much he hurt him with his behavior, and now, he had enough of that pain, deciding to move on like nothing ever happened.

He bit his bottom lip and tugged at his own hair, cursing himself over and over for what he had done to the only person that genuinely loved him.

"Fuck!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring if somebody heard him.

He just wanted to go back. Go back and change everything, be honest with (M/n), and change the outcome of his actions, because now, after witnessing him and Bakugou like that, he realized that he also liked him, and he wanted them to be like that too.

But now, it was too late.

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Almost a week went passed since then, and Shoto wasn't doing too well. His depression was quite obvious, and Aizawa had convinced the half-half male to talk to someone about it, which he did.

He told Midoriya everything that had happened since the day (M/n) confessed that he liked him and everything that occurred afterward.

Of course, poor Midoriya was taken aback by all the sudden information being thrown at him, but he listened to Todoroki and kept quiet.

(M/n) was happy with Katsuki next to him, feeling and giving all the love he had in himself. He would sometimes notice Shoto staring at him from afar, before glancing away with a sad look on his face, he felt bad about it, but always told himself, 'it was the right thing.'

And then, one day, Shoto didn't seem that sad anymore as he started to show his subtle smile to everyone and then again, smiling more often at a certain green-haired male. Midoriya had made Shoto feel better just by being there with him, listening to everything he had to say. Of course (M/n) was happy for Shoto, after all, he'll always be an old love.