uno - todomomo

x 14 ~ and so, he loved her || todoroki

"If I was your girlfriend I would forget every single occasion. Literally every single one. I'm so bad at remembering dates. You would hate me for it," Momo smiled and put a green three on the mounting pile of Uno cards between her and Todoroki. The current topic of conversation had come up after Todoroki mentioned how his family thought they were dating, spurring a longer conversation about the nuances of their hypothetical relationship.

Todoroki just shook his head and smiled, countering her green three with a red three because he really needed to get rid of some of those cards. He had gotten an initial hand of in which six out of seven of his cards were red. What were the odds of that?! And it had only gotten worse over the course of the game as he had to keep drawing cards because Momo kept putting down fucking green cards! "I think I would love you for it."

The soft blush that appeared on her already rosy cheeks brought a smirk to his face. But it was a thinly veiled attempt to hide the storm of mixed emotions that were echoing in his ribcage. Ever since his phone call with Touya, he hadn't been able to get those words out of his head. "Are you in love with this girl, Shouto?" They just bounced around his head, bothering him with feelings at the most inconvenient times and keeping him awake at night. They had been since his phone call with Touya.

"You would hate it. Plus, I'm not relationship material. And I would be terrible at dates. I have nothing to talk about," She giggled, drawing a card. He would've been happy about this but his brain was otherwise preoccupied with things that were much more important than any Uno game. Things like her.

He shook his head once again, as he ran his fingers through his hair and said, "You have everything to talk about with me..." He said, recalling the hours they'd spent talking about anything and everything. They could talk about deep things or things that didn't matter at all. they could talk about how they felt, about politics, about relationships, about anything they wanted to and it seemed to Todoroki that once she was feeling comfortable, Momo never ran out of things to say.

"Yeah, but we're not dating," Momo reasoned as she watched him put down a red skip card followed up by a red seven. "I think you would find that the minute you put me in a situation that's supposed to be romantic, I become the least smooth person you have ever laid eyes on. The last time I tried going on a date, we talked about shellfish allergies the entire time. Needless to say there was not a second date." She giggled and Todoroki silently thought whoever it was had been an idiot. Although, it was good for him.

"And I think that you would find that there's no possible way I'm as bad as shellfish guy," This spurred her angelic laughter and Todoroki let his heart hammer in his chest without protest. He was becoming accustomed to the feeling of being awed by how she was beautiful in every aspect of her personality. Even if he could've stopped it, he probably wouldn't have. It was almost addicting, the feeling of realizing every time that the memory of her was nothing in comparison to being with her.

"Well, if that's not enough for you, I feel obligated to let you know that I'm literally a monster in the mornings. Bed hair, tripping over everything. I once had a sleepover at my friend Awase's and punched him in the face becuase he woke me up too early. Monster," She fanned out her cards, considering her next move for a moment before, much to Todoroki's surprise, drawing again.

He wanted to say that he thought she was, in fact, absolutely fucking adorable in the mornings. After all, he had seen her with her slightly messed up hair, and her pouty "don't wake me up" face. And he already knew she tripped over everything becuase it was basically ingrained in her personality. But, instead of any of that, he said, "Well, I wouldn't know, would I?"

"Do you want to?" She looked at him through long lashes as she raised an eyebrow at him. When she bit her bottom lip contemplatively, he was forced to reach back and grab the glass of water that was sitting on her bedside table because, well, was it just him, or was it suddenly unbearably hot in the room? His brother's question pestered him again.

"Are you in love with this girl, Shouto?"

He was starting to realize that the "I don't know," he gave his brother, was wrong as he watched Momo suddenly recoil in pain from a paper cut that she got from an Uno card. And that's when he knew the answer to his brother's question. The problem was that he hadn't expected to fall in love like this. Granted, he didn't know anything about falling in love because he had never done it before, but he had seen a thousand romantic comedies (Natsuo was a sucker for them and Fuyumi got weepy as HELL) and this wasn't how people fell in love.

People fell in love slowly, people fell in love over time, over months, or years and they always knew it was the right thing. They were so sure. Okay, maybe it was stupid of him to think life was like any romantic movie he'd seen, but the way he was falling was so different from the way he thought he should.

He was literally just playing Uno with this girl. They weren't even having sex, they were barely in a relationship, and it didn't make any sense. It didn't make any sense because he always thought he would eventually run into a girl he liked at a coffee shop or library. He always thought he would know when he found the person he was meant to be with and that, after many dates, he might finally tell her he loved her.

But no. Instead, he met this girl in the kitchen of the girl's dorm room at midnight, he played Uno with her under the cover of night, and he sometimes broke into her apartment when his got too cold and lonely. This wasn't the way his love story was supposed to go. And yet...

It was like a switch was flipped. It wasn't like he knew he had been falling in love, or like he had been slowly building up to it. He knew that he was in love with aspects of her, with the idea of her. He knew he was in love with her smile and her laugh. He was in love with her eyes at midnight and what she sounded like when she was tired. And god he loved her lips. But this didn't mean he was in love with her, right?

Except now was different. It wasn't even triggered by anything special. All she did was push out her bottom lips because she had somehow managed to be so clumsy as to give herself a paper cut on an Uno card. That's it! That's all she did but it was like a title wave that almost knocked the wind out of him as he stared at her, full lips wrapped around the pad of her index finger. This couldn't be how he fell in love, right?

However, the only other option was that he was having a heart attack which might have been preferable, but there was no possible way that was happening becuase he was too fucking healthy.

And so, he loved her.

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a/n ~ hallo. i'm sorry i haven't updated for a few days. i was intending to update once a day but haha, that didn't work out so well. anyways, sorry. but,

yeah nevermind that sentance didn't go anywhere. there's no but, i'm just inconsistant.

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