uno - todomomo

x 39 ~ uno pt. 2 || momo + todoroki

"Uno, Pretty Eyes," Momo's voice was soft as she echoed the words she'd said to him when she won the first Uno game they'd ever played against him. He remembered watching her that night, her eyes glinting with a sweet sort of mystery which is why he'd gotten addicted to her in the first place. He just couldn't get past the way her lips curled to smile, the whisper of her voice late at night. It was all he could hear for nights afterward and thus, he had come running back to her. God, if he had only known what he was getting himself into...

God, if he had only known what he was getting himself into he would've done it a million times over.

"Okay, that's fair. I do have pretty eyes..." He quipped, prolonging her answer selfishly just to see that adorable eyeroll accompanied by the softest of exasperated smiles. If he was being too selfish, he didn't mind because it would be too worth it for him to resist.

"You're impossible," She was clearly trying to suppress her laughter, but it wasn't working because a giggle escaped her throat and slowly turned into a full blown laughing fit. Damn, how did he get so lucky? What the fuck did he do to deserve someone this good in his life?

"Impossibly hot?" He teased further, chasing her smile.

"Maybe. Depends on if you let me ask my question," She set the deck of Uno cards to the side as she pressed her full lips into an attempt at a serious line and scooted forward so that she was sitting next to him, but facing opposite him. He was forced to turn his head just for the pleasure of looking as her as she leaned back on her hands and let her head roll back so she could see him. Her attempt at a serious expression told him that it was time for a real talk without sarcasm or flirting. Just...honesty.

"Fine, go ahead."

"Shouto..." Whether intentionally or not, her voice had lowered to a whisper and her expression suddenly showed a very venerable side of her that he hadn't been expecting. He almost wrapped his arms around her. He almost kissed her. He almost touched her. Almost. But not quite. Instead, he leaned in, waiting for her to say anything for what seemed like forever. And when she finally did speak, her voice was so quiet he almost didn't hear her as she asked, "Do you love me?"

He didn't need to think about that one.

"Yes." He looked at her for a moment, her perfect lips parted in the softest oval shape, her cheeks becoming rosy at his simple, one-word answer. She was so beautiful as she stared at him in the purest expression of shock he'd ever seen. He almost wondered if that wasn't the answer she wanted because of how long she was staying silent, but there was no going back now and he hated the way the statement felt unfinished. "I love you, Momo."

The words were like ecstasy on his tongue. So, so amazing even though he knew they could get him hurt. But he didn't care anymore becuase fuck it all if he couldn't have her. He was so messed up over her that he genuinely would've been happy if all she did was look at him like that. Soft and sweet, the ghost of an emotion he didn't dare name dancing on her features. But instead of letting him just sit in the silence, she decided she would give him yet another reason to become addicted to her.

She brought her hand to his jawline, her delicate fingers tracing the soft angle of it. Even the simple way she touched him, running her warm fingertips against his cheek, under his scar, across his lips parted for her so gently, sent stardust shimmering across his skin, catching his breath in his throat. She was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it. She seemed hellbent on ruining him. She seemed hellbent on making him need her. And she certainly seemed hellbent on destroying him completely when she suddenly pressed her lips against his.

His world slowed and stopped around him and he didn't care if it ever started up again because she was soft and warm and she was everything. She tasted like vanilla and sugar and her mouth moving so softly and slowly against his sent sunshine dancing across his lips and, god, if this wasn't what made living worth it then he didn't know what was. Becuase she somehow managed to make him fall in love with her all over again.

He didn't know how you could fall for one person so many times, but when she shifted onto his lap to hold him closer as she entangled her soft hand in his hair and ran her fingers along the sensitive part of his throat, he didn't care. He would do anything for her. He would fall in love with her as many times as it took her to believe it and then he would fall for her again because she was the only thing that mattered in this stupid world. She could break his heart and he would say thank you.

When she parted from him, his arms were around his waist, holding her like she was the only thing in his world that made any sense. She was. Fuck the world, nothing would ever matter more than she did in this moment. He would do anything to kiss her like that again, to hold her like he was. He would give up everything for her. He would do anything if she would believe he loved her as much as he did.

She cupped his face in her delicate hands, the selfish need to have her world within her hands overtaking her as she ran her hands through his hair and peppered his face with the softest of kisses. She placed her perfect lips to his cheekbones and jawline, against his nose and his forehead, all over his scar, finally landing on his lips, their favorite place before she suddenly pulled away again, leaving him breathless and missing her touch.

"I love you," He studied every detail of her beautiful face as she whispered those words to him. He memorized the way her lips moved and the way her eyes sparkled like she might cry, the rosy flush of her peachy skin and the way her long eyelashes fluttered as she moved her eyes over his face.

"Thank you." He couldn't believe he just said that, but the words came out automatically becuase no one ever told him they loved him. His siblings never said the words becuase it was almost as if it was too painful a phrase to say in the Todoroki household, almost as if each time they said it, it was like the end. And god knows his dad never said such things becuase even if he did, they all knew it was a facade.

But just seeing her say the words, watching her release the most perfect giggle at his reaction as she ran her thumb softly over his lips... He meant the words he'd said too. They may have been a knee-jerk reaction, but they were true. They both knew he would never have to, but Shouto Todoroki knew that he would always be thankful to Momo for loving him when no one else could.

"I thought you were supposed to be the smooth one," she looked at him adoringly, her emotions glowing through her eyes and the easy way she bit her lip out of habit as her eyes landed on his lips. It was a bashful reaction that he was able to elicit by simply complimenting her, telling her she was beautiful, calling her smart, and he hoped to god that she never lost it because it was something so unique to her. And he couldn't live without her.

"Shut up..." He muttered as he tilted his head upward to meet her lips again. This time, she was braver, more comfortable, running her warm tongue across his lips, and deepening the kiss in a way that caused the butterflies living in his stomach to riot because of her as she ran her hands against his muscular chest. It was an amazing experience because girls could never do this to him. Kisses had long since become flavorless to him, but not with Momo. He knew that with her, he would remember each one. "I love you, Momo." He whispered against her lips, knowing it would be the only thing he would always want to say, not just because of how the words tasted to him, but because of the answer.

"I love you, too, Shouto."