Suicidal Todoroki x Midoriya | What it Means to Love

32 | Frozen Heart

Shoto Todoroki

With distressed, jittering green eyes, Midoriya licks his lips as I allow all of my weight to fall against his front half. His cheeks have been stained in a brilliant red, like the mesmerizing flame of a sunset. His breathing quickens as he starts to lean back into the ground from my body lying against his.

Not quite allowing himself to succumb wholly to my advance, Midoriya supports my weight and his combined by pure muscle alone. "I won't let you," he chuckles with an innocently evil sneer. "Th-This isn't a good thing, but you aren't heavy enough to make me go down so easily. Actually, do you—no, never mind...I-I won't ruin the moment." As if waving a red flag at a bull, Midoriya is practically demanding me to assemble an immediate, impetuous move to evaluate whether or not I can effectively dominate him.

Although the dim, cool flame residing in my body knows of no such thing as emotion, my left eye and facial expression act as if they are aware and independent. I swiftly spread out my fingers and drive Midoriya's back hard onto the ground with the palms of my hands. Even if I lack complete coordination with only one eye available to me, I am not so blind as to not realize my small frame of time provided to me to further my preliminary actions. Looming intimidatingly above Midoriya like a wolf staring down its prey from afar, I pinch the strap holding my eyepatch tight to my face and bring it over my head so that I can view my entire meal before me.

Now with hues of a grayish-white mingling with the standard color spectrum accessible to the human eye, I stare at Midoriya lustfully. His disconcerted countenance reflects in my eyes and is then reflected back to me from within his emerald eyes.

Allowing his moment of trepidation to best him, Midoriya is not swift enough to unfasten the seams of my shirt before I sink my teeth into an inconspicuous place on his shoulder; I nuzzle my head past the fabric of his loose shirt to reach his skin. His jaw hangs agape as his tender skin peppered ever so faintly with diminutive, fuzzy bumps rub along my teeth and is pampered unhurriedly by my slick tongue. I can feel as my saliva cools on his shoulder and begins to dry and harden while my lips glide across the length of his shaky shoulders.

Midoriya releases a faint, mouse-like squeak as his lips spread to reveal his gleaming white teeth. Hearing this, I immediately withdraw from running my teeth along his shoulder and meet his forest-green eyes twinkling ardently.

"Did I hurt you?" I inquire, beginning to internally rebuke my actions. "My apologies. I—"

With a jovial smile, he lunges into me, barreling into my chest and unfurling me like a rug on the floor. With his knees hugging the edges of my ribs and his thighs piled along his calves, he stares down at me with the shadowed eyes of a sky fox. His fingers apprehend my wrists, although I conclude that remaining felicitous to his abrupt advance is in order.

"Not one bit," he sighs along my neck, his breath sweeping along my clavicle. "D-Don't be so quick to apologize, Shoto. I'm enjoying every last moment of this. I'll din this moment into some of my best memories with you, Shoto. I love you so much. Please don't forget that." Lowering his head down like a mechanical beast, he cups my cheek with his hand and seals our lips tightly together.

I love you in ways I cannot fathom. I wish that I knew how to fully seize this feeling and capitalize on it. I wish I could express how much I love you.

Once Midoriya eases the tension in our lips, I say, "Please inform me if I am hurting you in any way, shape, or form." I now lift my upper body by arching my spine; I snake my arms around his chest and lean into him until we're both sitting upright.

He nods with plump cheeks of cherry before sweeping a few strands of my hair out from shielding my eyes. "I'm always going to love those majestic eyes of yours." He plants a kiss on my nose while situating himself so that he's straddling my waist. I remove one hand from being wound around his back and press my arm upwards from directly beneath him. "Eh! S-Sorry, I wasn't e-expecting to feel that there..."