Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Touya Todoroki ღ Dabi - Lemon

Requested by: leKayin

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Your eyes were wide with terror and apprehension, as you studied the many staples holding his different coloured skin together. He was very recognisable, thanks to his distinct appearance, and since he had been present during the training camp, obviously you remembered him. His cocky attitude had also stuck with you, because he had made some comments in passing, but never actually seemed intent upon harming you. The most he had done was touch your shoulder, and he had been extremely gentle, almost as if you were a piece of glass, liable to break at any opportunity.

Throughout the entire encounter, you had been unable to move - to speak - so he didn't get the pleasure of hearing your voice. He decided to rectify that, which is what lead you to your current situation. Of course, he was a professional at following you by now, but this time, he allowed you to see him. In fact, he practically jumped out in front of you, like an excited child who had been promised some sweets. His signature, shit-eating grin was visible, and his eyes were alight with something unknown. He stalked towards you, gauging your movements and expressions - he really wanted you to cry, or scream, or display some sense of fear. However, although you were completely frozen, it wasn't from fear, so to speak. Not now, at least. Collecting your thoughts, you realised that this man was probably the reason behind your newfound unease, when walking alone. You always felt a hole being burned into your back, but whenever you attempted to find the perpetrator, he would slink back into the shadows. He never ceased his gaze, and your discomfort only increased by the day, so you started going home with one, or more, of your classmates. They never appeared to sense anything, making you wonder if the person had chickened out, upon noticing your companion. Today, you had nobody. So, he made his move.

"What's the matter, doll face?" He smirked, standing right in front of you.

He was quite a bit taller, which complimented his intimidating nature. However, you refused to speak. To be honest, you now held more intrigue than anything else. This guy actually had the confidence, and the balls, to follow you home every day, even when you were being flanked by other aspiring heroes. It made you question why on Earth he would risk exposing himself. He must have really wanted something from you, and it must have been important.

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin. "Do I scare you? Or...is it something else?"

"Scared..." You trailed off. "I don't - I'm not..."

A chuckled escaped his throat. "Then...what are you?"

You swallowed, his low, husky tone resonating in your ears. "Surprised? Maybe..."

"Is that a good surprised?" He teased, edging further towards you.

Now, his face was closer, and you could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. All intelligent words flooded out of your dictionary, and you just stared, transfixed. He was laughing deeply. A sense of arousal began to flourish in your nether region. Discreetly, you pressed your legs together, focusing on the flicker of mischief at the forefront of his eyes. They were a profound blue, and you felt yourself getting lost within them. His mouth started moving again, yet you were deaf to his words. Your (e/c) eyes travelled downwards, fixating on his lips, as though you were trying to read them. He noticed, obviously, because he noticed everything about you. He knew your personality, your behaviours, and a few more, extremely personal bits of information. You were a rather good girl, with great academic prowess, and fantastic physical skill. He imagined that you would be very kinky, given the right partner.

His smirk expanded, and he brought his face impossibly closer, before slamming his lips on to yours. Although it was forceful, you enjoyed it, and he moved his mouth against yours, trying to coax your tongue out. He prodded your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, allowing him access into it. Your tongues fought, but he won easily. When he disconnected, you were left with an unfamiliar longing. He had just stolen your first kiss, which was supposed to be reserved for your lover. You didn't have one, of course, and he knew that.