uno - todomomo

x 21 ~ princess || todoroki

"I seem to know everything about you except your phone number," Was the first thing the angel of a girl said to Todoroki after they finished playing their most recent round of Uno. Her hair was splayed put in a mess of silky black waves that tickled his forehead as she laid upside down on her bed. He just smiled at her comment as he played with the soft ends of her hair. Whether she noticed or not, he didn't know, but he was too distracted at the moment to care.

"Wow, that was actually pretty smooth," He smirked. Usually he wouldn't be staying so long after wards. Most of the time he was out almost immediately after the game because Momo claimed she needed her beauty sleep. Not that she needed sleep to be beautiful. Even horribly sleep deprived she was gorgeous.

"Good because it took me a really long time to come up with. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't think like yours," She rolled over and Todoroki ceased his playing with her hair, hoping that she hadn't noticed.

"It's good for me because if it did you might be spending time with a boyfriend right now instead of me," He flirted harmlessly with a wink and a smirk. He didn't mean it. But he also really did. Momo could get a boyfriend just by existing if she actually bothered to go places. She just furrowed her eyebrows, glaring playfully down at him off the edge of her bed.

"Was that compliment or an insult?"

"Yes," She rolled her eyes at him and flicked him playfully on the forehead as she pulled up her hair to keep it from bugging him. He wished she wouldn't. Her hair was soft and it smelled like peaches.

It was times like these when Todoroki wished he wasn't such a one-night-stand guy. Like, hell yeah, a good fuck would do wonders for stress and girls certainly didn't mind going home with him, but he could just imagine it. Running his fingers through her hair, holding her close to his chest while they listened to he thunder outside. He could imagine her warmth against him. But he couldn't have it. Why? Because he wasn't her boyfriend.

"So then you're asking me for my number?" He broke himself from his trance as he smirked up at her slyly. He thought he saw the smallest of blushes grace her gorgeous features, but she had swiftly flipped herself over to grab her phone off her pillow.

"Unless you only ever want to see me at midnight when we play Uno," she shrugged, handing him her phone. He couldn't help the smile that manifested itself on his lips when he saw that her phone case was clear and dotted with cute little peaches. Of course.

He created a new contact for him in his phone, taking a quick picture of himself. Granted it wasn't the best selfie he'd ever taken because his hair was messed up and he probably had bags under his eyes a from sleepless nights. But most of the time when someone was trying to take a picture of him, it'd be blurry and there'd be a middle finger involved so he considered this good. He quickly entered his contact name as simply 'Shouto' before handing her back her phone. He had considered adding a heart but that would be too obvious so he left it out.

"Done," He said as though it were some big achievement. And to him it was. He could talk to her whenever he wanted now and hell if that wasn't everything he needed in his life.

It was kind of a strange experience considering he never EVER gave girls his number. He had slept with countless women over the years but only three times had he ever given one of them his number. The first time was his first time ever sleeping with a college girl which ended up not being great for him because she never called him back (that never happened again). And the last two times he had either been drunk or the sex was very good. Both of those girls ended up calling him fucking constantly.

But Momo...she could text him at all hours of the day, she could keep him up all night if she wanted, ruin his sleep schedule, distract him from class, and he would thank her for it.

His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket and he gave the girl who was hovering above him a sly smile, to which she responded by catching her full bottom lip between her teeth. He tightened his jaw to keep his expression steady as she released her lip and ran her tongue across it slowly, waiting for him to look at his phone.

He obliged to her silent request, removing his phone from his pocket only to see a notification from an unknown number light up his screen. He couldn't suppress a smile as he opened up the message that had clearly been from Momo.

It was a simple 'Hey' but a grin still tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. He decided that he wouldn't make her contact until after he was gone. That way she couldn't interfere with the idea he had in his head.

She giggled and said, "What, so you're not going to reply?" when he put he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Wow, I never pegged you for one of those guys." She laughed, he voice laden with sarcasm as she burst into a fit of giggles at her own joke. God she was so dorky, and he was one hundred percent there for it. He loved her for it.

"Do you even know me? I am one of those guys," But she just shook her head as she peered down at him, their faces shielded by the dark curtain of her shimmering black hair. He looked at her with questioning in his eyes.

"You're not. I do know you and I know that you're not," She let her arms dangle down off the edge of the bed and gently tugged on his ears. She must've found her action hysterically funny because she began laughing uncontrollably.

"What so my ears are your new favorite toys now?"

"And your nose," She said in an almost baby-ish voice as she lightly touched the pad of her index finger the tip of his nose. "Boop." He almost died she was so fucking adorable.

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When he was out of her room, surrounded by the comforting anonymity that the darkness of the hallway brought, he swiped back to his messages, tapping on the single message that Momo had sent him. He created a contact for her number, though he didn't have a picture for her. He wished he did. But he didn't.

However, he didn't need a picture to know who she was, because the perfect name for her had entered his mind the minute she suggested him giving her his number. With decisive precision, he entered a single word, 'Princess,' under her contact name.

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a/n ~ thanks for reading. also, sorry for any typos, i wrote this on my phone and it's getting late.

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