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strawberry milk and watermelon seeds | todoroki

The summer sun was excruciating.

Simply stated: summer sucks.

You sat on your couch, your head was thrown back, hair up, and you were wearing only some of the skimpiest clothes you own. The AC on the block had been shut off due to a power outage and you were not comfortable.

Thankfully for you, your best friend, and crush, Todoroki Shouto would be coming over soon with your favorite drink: strawberry milk.

"Why couldn't I have an ice quirk!" You moaned to yourself as you tried fanning your face but grieved at the hot air that only blew back onto your face. "I'm going to die."

Knock. Knock.

"Coming!" You shouted as you rolled off the couch and trudged to the door.

"You look atrocious." Was the first thing Shouto told you as you swung open the door, face flushed from the heat.

"Aw, you look charming yourself!" You cooed back, stepping away from the door with an eye-roll. "Come on in!"

Throughout your high school career, the two of you became unlikely best friends. Nearly contradictory in temperament, it was a wonder on how you two could even get along.

"What did you bring me besides your amazing quirk and my drink?" You ask, jumping onto a stool by the island in the kitchen. Shouto, who had entered the house with a plastic bag, raised his eyebrow at you while placing the bad onto the counter.

"I feel like you're using me for my quirk, y/l/n." Shouto deadpanned as he ceased from opening up the bag.

"Oh, come on~!" You repudiated his claim with a wave of a hand, "I use you for the free things you purchase for me!"

Shouto snorted softly as he pulled out two drinks and half of a watermelon, "Strawberry milk, from that one Korean tea shop you love, and watermelon." He revealed what he brought as he dragged a hand through his different-colored hair.

"You, Todoroki Shouto, are a beautiful angel in this devils armpit we call Japan!" You chirped grabbing the strawberry milk and immediately drinking it.

"You, y/l/n y/n, are a pain."

~

Long after the drinks had been drunk to completion, and the house had been restored to a habitable temperature thanks to the one and only Shouto, the pair sat outside with the watermelon between them.

"So," You began, spitting out a watermelon seed as far as you could, "my parents decided this vacation of theirs would be lasting for another two months, can you believe them?!"

Shouto glanced at you, an apologetic hum leaving his lips as he spat out a watermelon seed as well, "Do you need someone to stay here with you?"

You scoffed, spitting out another seed trying to go further than Shouto had gone, "No, but it's so tedious being home alone, plus I am a disastrous cook!"

Shouto smiled slightly as he shook his head, spitting out a watermelon seed further than any other seed had gone yet.

"Are you challenging me, Todoroki?" You asked, eyebrow raised, finger pointed at the half and half boy.

"No need, we both know who will win, y/l/n." Shouto cooly stated spitting out another watermelon seed that landed closer than the last one had.

Defiantly, you took another bite from the watermelon, and with a fresh seed in your mouth, you spat it as far as you could. So, there you and Shouto sat, under the insufferable heat of the sun trying the hardest you could to send the seeds soaring.

Finally, being tied, you both saw the final slice of watermelon left and surged for it.

"I touched it first!" You shouted, shoving your body onto Shouto in attempt to use your body weight to shut him out.

Shove.

"You were the last one to spit!"

Push.

"Ladies, first!"

Shove.

"You're not acting like one, so you must not be one."

Shove!!!

The two of you toppled over onto the grass, Shouto above you with his hands planted on the ground by your head. The watermelon on the ground was temporarily forgotten. A blush spread throughout your face from the intimate position you two were in.

"You dropped the watermelon." You whispered after what felt like ages as you were almost afraid to breathe, your heart roaring in your ears as the heterochromia boy stared into your y/e/c eyes

His eyes darted to the now dirty watermelon, before returning his gaze to you. "We can always buy more."

"B-But Todoroki–"

"Call me, Shouto." He murmured.

"Shouto..." You breathed as his sugary sweet lips connected with yours.

Strawberry milk was your favorite, but it's safe to say you have a new favorite flavor now.