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-!ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!
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-ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

-"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ"

-"ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ"

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"what exactly do you think you're doing ?" His voice is low, warm breath fanning against your ear, causing a shiver to travel down your spine.
Your lips twist in malicious smirk as your eyes lit up, sparkling with a naughty flame.
The mix matched colored eyes search for a response, any sort of regret or distress, no, not today Shoto.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Todoroki." Your voice sounds completely oblivious; ready to take whatever he could give you.
Innocence drips from the corner of your mouth as you taste his name on the tip of your tongue, savoring every second of it.
From an outsider perspective, the conversation you hold with him is nothing but pleasant, top hero Shoto Todoroki, making small talk with one of his fellow heroes. Sweet -y/n-, all smiles and graciousness, chatting friendly with her coworker.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you chose to wear this specific dress tonight: a bit shorter than usual, showing more skin than you're used to.
The silky material hugged your curves in all the right places, glimmering divinely against the lights.
Shoto knew he was gone from the second he saw you coming down the stairs – you arrived with a gracious 15 minutes of delay, but considering all the work you put on your hair and make-up, he had to excuse your impoliteness as simply being fashionably late.
Todoroki and you aren't exactly friends – no, not even acquaintances.
The stoic natured boy has always despised your nature, ever since the highschool days.
The young, bratty -y/n- who always got what you wanted – such nature, however, was something that only your teammates could see on a daily basis.
Well, that's one of the many collateral effects of being related to a now, retired pro hero.

"Listen, I don't know what your plan is, but it's not gonna work." He states, a little too confidently.
If he was any more bewildered by the way you were acting, smoke would be leaving his ears.

"I always get what I want." You wink discretely, careful so that others wouldn't witness your actions.

Flashing him your pearly whites shortly before fleeing the scene, you leave him breathless and slightly bothered, as he watches your figure moving gracefully.
You move like a goddess, making your way towards Mina and Jiro, who were chatting on the other side of the ballroom.
The first time the two of you laid together, it happened in the bliss driven moment of a post-successful-mission-glory.
A thin sheet of sweat covered your body, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you, the bi-color haired man silently cursed whoever designed your suit, taking the temptation as a personal offence.
The room felt like a furnace, the two of you trapped in a living, personal hell: each other's presence.