Rescue // Shoto Todoroki x OC Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

"I still don't get why you're so mad about this," Katsumi argued, following Shoto into the room. "I got what we were after, after having nothing to go on for days."

"That's not what I'm mad about," he stated, heading over to the closet in the room. Picking out a set of sleeping clothes. He shoved them into her arms and pushed her into the bathroom. "Just get ready for bed. We'll talk about how to move forward with the mission in the morning. When you're sober." 

After closing herself inside, Katsumi leaned against the bathroom door and let out a breath. 

She quickly dressed herself for sleep, groaning at the fact that he handed her a pair of loose shorts. That was more skin than she liked to show, but she was obviously in no place to be arguing with him about a second thing at the moment. 

She stepped out of the bathroom and frowned at Todoroki, who was leaning against the window, staring down at the street below. 

"I still don't know why you're so mad," she said, crossing the room to where she stood. She was pushing him--she knew it. But she liked to tease him, and he was making it so easy at the moment. 

"You were stupid and reckless," he stated. "And I said I didn't want to talk about it anymore." 

"No. Tell me why," she said, goading him. Not knowing what came over her, she traced her finger along his shoulder, and he tensed. "Are you jealous, Shoto Todoroki?" she asked. 

His jaw flexed, and he faced away from her, shielding her from his expression. "No."

"Then what? Why are you so mad about this? I did what I-" Before she had a chance to finish her statement, he turned around swiftly, grabbed her by the waist, and pinned her to the wall next to them. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back, forcing her to bare her neck to him. He skated his lips across her neck, his breath causing her skin to pebble under the light brush of his mouth against her pulse. He kicked her foot, widening her stance, pushing his lower half into hers. Her breath caught in her throat, and her mind turned to pudding.

"What are you..." she trailed off when his lips brushed her ear, and she had to stop the moan that threatened to escape her lips before he heard it. She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he got to her so easily like that, even though her core was throbbing from his simple touches. 

"Look how easy it would be for someone to take advantage of you right now," he whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "And you didn't even try to stop me." 

"T-this is different," she stuttered. He splayed his hand wide across her hip and gave her a gentle squeeze, causing her to let out a small sound. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now, and she wouldn't stop him. Why didn't she want to stop him?

"When would you ever let me do something like this to you?" he asked. "You hate me. How is this any different?" 

Before she could respond, he pulled away from her and quickly headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself. Katsumi leaned her head against the wall and tried to catch her breath, still not fully comprehending what had just happened. 

She knew she hated him. There was no denying that. But still... 

No. She shook her head and walked across the room to one of the beds. She thanked the gods that Shoto had found them a room with two beds. Laying down, she covered herself with the blankets and faced the wall, trying to ignore the heat in her face and the lingering feelings in her core. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to ignore how turned-on he'd managed to get her. 

She was just drunk. That's all she thought of this. As he stated, there was no situation where she'd ever allow him to touch her like that. 

But still... the lingering heat in her body was hard to ignore.