And They Were Roomates. (KiriTodoBaku)

Todoroki's Ass

Todoroki liked his privacy. He locked the door when he showered and changed away from prying eyes in the comfort of his room. But with 2 roommates it was only a matter of time.

"Hey dude do you know where the – oh shit." Todoroki was half way pulling up his boxers, ass on show to Kirishima who'd just burst through his bedroom door.

"Fuck, shit, sorry - aha - sorry, shit." Kirishima's eyes dragged all the way up and down Todoroki's body, stopping at his ass for a few seconds before spinning around smacking his head on the doorframe - stumbling out with a door slam.

Todoroki processed for a couple seconds. Did Kirishima just check him out? Honestly, Todoroki had no clue. It's not like he was experienced...

A muffled conversation seeped through his door.

"What the fuck shitty hair – is your nose bleeding? What the fuck did you do? Oi Todoroki what happened to-" Suddenly the door slammed open with a confused Bakugou in the door way.

Todoroki still hadn't pulled up his boxers.

Bakugou stared.

(At his ass)

Both Bakugou's neck and cheeks flared a crimson red.

There was an awkward and painfully long silence.

"DIE!" Was that last thing Bakugou shouted in a flustered rage before almost ripping off the hinges of Todoroki's door to bang it shut.

...

Since then Todoroki noticed the way the other twos eyes wandered.

"Todobro! I can't quite reach behind the sofa my manly  shoulders are just too wide! Can you try for me?" Kirishima rolled his shoulders back as some sort of proof, a bright grin on his face.

"What's behind the sofa?" Todoroki glanced up from the manga he was reading. Him and Sero used to trade paperback copies a lot in UA. He was glad they were still close enough to recommend each other new ones to read.

"The remote! I can't find it anywhere so it has to be behind here. Come on please, I'll get you soba – I wanna watch the final Attack on Titan episodes!" Kirishima pulled the puppy dog eyes, dramatically pouting.
"Okay..." Todoroki put his book down and walked over, placing his knees on the seat to then lean over down the back.

"I don't think there's a remote down here, Kirishima..." Todoroki patted around on the floor - he was pretty sure he could feel a couple of Kirishima's hair ties, maybe a coin or two and definitely Mina's headphones that she lost last time the rest of the Bakusquad was over.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his thigh just under his ass. He stiffened. It was large and warm, fitting across the back, thumb pressed firmly into the muscle of his inner thigh.

"Try going down a little further – I swear I saw it! Don't worry I'll make sure you don't get stuck." The hand started to slide up his thigh – a pressure brushing dangerously close to sensitive areas. Todoroki stretched a little more going further down the back of the sofa. The action caused his ass to rise slightly.
He swore he heard a faint 'damn' from behind him...

"Kiri-Kirishima I can't find it..." He curses himself for stuttering, thankful his bewildered face was hidden. Kirishima's hand started to squeeze the muscle, hence pushing up the meat of his ass. Parts of Todoroki's body were getting uncomfortably excited, the familiar blood rushing south was making his legs twitch.

Meanwhile, Kirishima was strangely silent.

Confused with the lack of reply, he started to haul himself back up. The wandering hand quickly left his leg like it had been burnt.
He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if he had let his quirk slip with all the evocative touching...