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Touch isn’t something that Shouto has ever really been comfortable with.
Not since his mother was finally driven to the breaking point.
She’d been the one who’d comforted him when he was small. The one who would comb her fingers through his hair or press her palms against his cheeks or pull him in close for a hug that always felt so warm no matter how chilled her skin always seemed to be.
Fuyumi, for all that she tries to pretend that their home is normal, doesn’t touch him much, hands always curling around the hem of her sweater like she wants to but can’t actually bring herself to reach out.
Natsuo is gone more often than not and when he’s actually around it’s like he’s unable or unwilling to look Shouto in the eyes for some reason.
And as for Touya …
Shouto only has a few distant memories of Touya but he remembers that his brother was warm and safe. He remembers the way that Touya used to poke Shouto on the nose and call him squirt and peppermint and a million other teasing names.
But, most of all, Shouto remembers how Touya had burned the day he’d been caught trying to take Shouto out of the house for good.
Shouto remembers blue fire and screaming and that being the last time he ever saw his older brother.
So after his mother was taken away and Touya was gone?
All of the good touches in Shouto’s life had gone with them.
All that had been left instead was Fuyumi’s hesitance, Natsuo’s absence, and Endeavour.
Until, that is, he met her.
Midoriya Izumi.
He hadn’t thought much of her in the beginning. She’d just been a timid and undisciplined girl he had no interest in getting to know back when they’d first started classes together.
His opinion of her hadn’t stayed that way for long though.
She’d made him perk up just a bit in interest during the battle training and then even more at the USJ.
But then …
Then there’d been the Sports Festival.
And everything had changed.
Standing across from her, watching her hurt herself over and over again just to get through to him …
Something inside of Shouto had shifted in those moments and he’d finally looked at her.
And she’d been so blazingly bright that she’d practically blinded him.
He hasn’t been able to look away from her for a single moment since then.
What’s more is the fact that he doesn’t even want to.
If anything all Shouto really wants to do is get closer.
So he does.
Closer and closer, letting her burrow deeper beneath his skin, letting himself be pulled further and further into her orbit.
But then there’s the training camp, there’s Stain, there’s Kamino ...
And in the end it just isn’t enough.
Shouto wants more.
~~~
It’s Bakugou who finally forces Shouto’s hand.
Because of course it is.
Out of all of the students Shouto has come in contact with since starting UA Bakugou is the one he despises above all others. Even his distaste for Mineta pales in comparison to the itch of violence that rests just beneath his skin where Bakugou is concerned.
And, as with so many things in his life these days, it all roots back around to Izumi.
Bakugou is smart and strong and has admirable battle senses and skills. On his own and despite his personality, Bakugou is someone Shouto could see as being actual competition thanks to his drive and determination.
But every time he even looks in Izumi’s direction Shouto wants to freeze him solid.
Whenever he opens his mouth to spew more venom and vitriol towards her, all Shouto can think is Endeavor. It’s enough to make Shouto have to grit his teeth and clench his fists to keep from lashing out and shutting Bakugou up like Izumi never seems willing or able to do when he targets her instead of one of their other classmates.
It’s always worse during hero classes too. The teachers seem determined, for some reason, to pit Izumi and Bakugou against each other in some way. It’s like they’re blind to the dynamic between the two of them that Shouto knows the rest of their class and basically anyone who has seen the two of them interact has long since picked up on.
Shouto hates it.
It makes him want to grab Aizawa-sensei or All Might or any of the other teachers by the shoulders and shake them until they all just finally stop and look.
He’s seen some of the scars Izumi hides beneath her clothes, has seen the starbursts littered across her arms and legs, has caught glimpses of the ones dotting the slopes of her shoulders.
He knows the story behind the notch in her right eyebrow and the reason why she doesn’t wear her hair long anymore.
Needless to say, Shouto doesn’t want Bakugou anywhere near her.
Bakugou doesn’t deserve to touch her, doesn’t deserve to leave marks on her skin or her heart.
Not like Shouto does.
Shouto, who would never hurt Izumi like Bakugou has, who believes in her and wants her to succeed, wants to be the only one allowed to touch her in all of the ways that matter.
So watching Bakugou being so handsy with Izumi in his own way is driving Shouto slowly insane.
Every unnecessary shoulder check, every unneeded shove, every casual hit thrown and not so casual look Bakugou levers in Izumi’s direction makes Shouto’s teeth clench and his ice and fire practically writhe in his chest. His quirk aching to lash out in a possessive sort of fury.
Until, finally, Shouto can’t take it anymore.
~~~
Trapped against the counter in the kitchen as Kacchan rants in her direction yet again, the last thing Izumi is expecting is for Todoroki to step in between them.
Kacchan just blinks for a second and then scowls, his expression twisting in irritation and rage as Todoroki slides into place between them. Izumi’s pretty sure he takes the way Todoroki turns his back on him so easily as an insult.
But then, staring up into Todoroki’s face, Izumi’s actually pretty sure that, this time at least, it was meant as one.
"I need to talk to you," Todoroki’s voice is calm and even but there's something in his eyes that makes Izumi pay attention.
"Oi!" Kacchan barks out from over Todoroki’s shoulder. "Fuck off Half-n-half. We were busy."
“And now you’re not,” Todoroki doesn’t even bother to look back at Kacchan when he speaks, just keeps his eyes focused on Izumi as he holds a hand out to her. “Come on.”
Izumi, teeth nibbling on her lower lip, takes a moment to look between Todoroki who’s staring down at her with something intense in his expression, and Kacchan who’s glaring, narrow eyed, at her over his shoulder.
She reaches up and puts her hand in Todoroki’s.
“Sorry Kacchan,” Izumi shrugs just a bit as Todoroki pulls her out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. “Talk to you later.”
Todoroki’s hand still holding hers, Izumi lets him lead her up the stairs and towards the girls dorm rooms without saying anything.
He ushers her into her own room and then, much to Izumi’s surprise, closes and locks the door behind him.
“Is everything okay?” She can’t help but ask because it’s not like Todoroki to be so secretive or to go so far as to lock doors just to talk to her. Normally if they need privacy to talk outside of the gym they end up in his room or out in the courtyard.
“No,” Todoroki says simply even as he turns towards her again and steps well into her space. “I need your help.”
“O-Okay,” Izumi can’t help but fumble a bit, taking a small step back and almost falling when the backs of her knees hit her bed.
Todoroki’s hand on her shoulder, warm enough to feel it through the thin material of her workout top, keeps her steady.
“What do you need?” Izumi asks softly, head tilted back so she can stare up into his face.
“I’ve been getting … angry lately,” Todoroki’s voice is soft and even. “I need you to help me with it. Will you?”
“Yeah,” Izumi nods automatically, concern and determination welling up inside of her. “Of course I will! Whatever you need, just tell me and I’ll do it.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Todoroki says almost absently, the hand on her shoulder moving to slide slowly up the side of her neck until he’s cupping her cheek in his warm palm. “I could take advantage.”
“W-What?” Izumi, brow furrowed and doing her best to ignore the heat she can feel building in her face, can’t help but feel more than a bit confused.
“It doesn’t matter,” Todoroki sweeps the question away. “I don’t like the way Bakugou treats you. You deserve better.”
Shocked, Izumi goes completely still.
No one’s ever said that to her before. Even if Iida and Uraraka and a few of the others have gotten onto Kacchan when he gets particularly vicious, no one has ever come out and said something like this so bluntly to her before.
“He reminds me of Endeavor,” Todoroki continues bluntly. “The way he talks to you, the way he touches you, it reminds me of how that man used to treat my mother. Every time I see him get near you …”
Todoroki’s free hand comes up to cup her other cheek in a cool palm.
“I want to destroy him,” Todoroki whispers it to her like a secret.
Izumi sucks in a shuddering breath.
“I know you won’t cut him completely out of your life,” Todoroki tells her softly, so close Izumi can feel his breath against her face. “But I need you to stop letting him hurt you or I’m going to do something … drastic.”
For a long moment Izumi is at a loss for words.
Todoroki is threatening absolute violence against Kacchan.
For her.
Her first instinct is, of course, to protest. To tell Todoroki that it’s just the way Kacchan is, all bite and fire and exploding palms. That their dynamic has always been less than peaceful but that doesn’t make it wrong and she can’t just discard that, discard Kacchan.
She wants to tell him that Kacchan doesn’t hurt her.
But …
She can’t.
Just the thought of saying that to Todoroki makes the scars littered across her shoulders burn just a bit. It makes the starbursts on her arms and legs and on the backs of her hands tingle. Makes the scar that runs through her right eyebrow ache like it had the day it had happened.
“You’re the person I care about most and I’d never hurt you like that,” Todoroki breaks the silence then, his hands gentle against her cheeks. “If he really cared about you at all he wouldn’t either.”
Taken aback, Izumi can’t help the way tears well up just a bit in her eyes as she stares up at him.
“Todoroki,” Izumi pauses, swallows hard, and bites down a bit on her lower lip. "Kacchan … he’s going through his own problems ..."
“His problems shouldn’t be an excuse to hurt you,” Todoroki insists, cutting through her admittedly weak attempt to excuse Kacchan. "You taught me that."
Todoroki slides a hand up into her hair, the coolness of his skin soothing against her scalp even if the move makes Izumi flush.
“I’m stronger than he is,” Todoroki says like it’s an undeniable fact. “So come to me if you need something. If it’s training or anything else. Anything you’d go to him for, come to me first. He has Kirishima and the others, he won’t be alone or left behind. So let me prove to you that the way he treats you isn’t right. Can you do that? For me?”
Izumi, heart beating hard and wild in her chest, can only stare at Todoroki in some mix of shock and confusion, mind whirling.
Because Todoroki’s right and he’s undercut all of the arguments that she might have.
Kacchan won’t be alone and left behind if she doesn’t seek him out. He has friends in the class, has other people who care about him. People he actually works way better with in a lot of ways than he does with Izumi despite how often they’re paired together or pitted against one another.
And even though it feels wrong somehow, the idea of turning Kacchan down for most of anything, of walking away from him …
Well Todoroki is Izumi’s friend too and he rarely ever asks her or anyone else for anything.
So …
To Izumi’s surprise the decision isn’t actually all that hard to make.
“Okay,” she finally agrees softly. “I-I’ll come to you then. If that’s what you want.”
And then, to Izumi’s slight awe, Todoroki smiles.
~~~
The next day when it comes time to pair up for training, Izumi takes one look at Kacchan who’s heading towards her, eyes narrowed and shoulders set, and she does something she’s never done before.
She turns away.
“Todoroki,” Izumi calls to the boy who’s standing off to the side staring at her. “Partner up with me?”
Todoroki doesn’t say anything, just reaches out and takes her by the hand like he seems determined to do now at any given opportunity.
Izumi lets him lead her away towards the sparring mats.
She can feel the way Kacchan’s eyes burn against her back the entire time.
~~~
It’s strange, just how quickly partnering with Todoroki instead of Kacchan becomes a habit for Izumi.
What’s more is just how much easier it is on her.
Not that Todoroki doesn’t work just as hard as she and Kacchan used to when paired up.
No, Todoroki is fast and strong and smart. And he works hard now with both sides of his quick despite how strong it is all on its own.
It’s just … with Todoroki at her side and on her team, Izumi feels calmer.
Like she’s part of an actual team instead of having to constantly watch everything she says and does so that she doesn’t make the mistake of setting Kacchan off again.
It’s almost strange, the way working with Todoroki lets Izumi feel almost safe no matter what kind of exercise or training activities they’re doing.
She likes it more than she thought possible.
~~~
Working with Izumi is good.
Shouto likes having her at his side, likes the way they flow around each other with ease.
Likes the way Izumi smiles, bright and beautiful like the sun, every time they win a challenge or complete an exercise.
Because with her strategies and their abilities combined they’re winning more often than not.
The class starts cheerfully commenting about them being the new power couple of the class.
Izumi always blushes a deep and distracting sort of red.
Bakugou seethes.
And Shouto just feels ... satisfied.
For a while at least.
Eventually though that same old hunger, that same want for more, slowly begins to grow once again.
Shouto can feel the way his hands always twitch a bit when Izumi gets close to him.
The way that itch to touch has only grown stronger and stronger with all of the extra time they’ve been spending together now.
A part of him thinks that maybe he should keep on ignoring it, that maybe he’s pushed enough with his request that she look at him, turn to him, instead of Bakugou.
But the rest of him is just …
Hungry.
~~~
It’s evening and the entire class is settled in the common room, split into small groups and huddles doing different things of course, but they’re still all together for once.
The only one missing is Todoroki.
Izumi’s curled up in the corner of one of the smaller couches, her phone in one hand as she scrolls through a few hero forums when he finally shows up. Beside her, Kaminari is sprawled across the other side while he holds an animated conversation with Sero about some kind of video game.
The way Todoroki stops in the doorway to scan the room and then makes a straight line for Izumi catches more than just her attention.
But it’s the way he reaches out and casually plucks Kaminari up by the collar from the other end of the couch that really causes heads to turn.
“Bro,” Kaminari protests, obviously more surprised than really upset at the move. “What gives?”
Todoroki just stares at him for a moment before he shrugs and then moves to claim Kaminari’s former seat for himself.
And then he tips to the side and lays his head directly in Izumi’s lap, his long legs lifting up to hang over the opposite arm of the couch.
Stunned, Izumi just stares down into Todoroki’s eyes for a too long moment.
“T-Todoroki?” Izumi manages to stutter out, phone hanging limply in one hand and the other raised up in the air to keep from touching him.
“You should call me Shouto,” Todoroki announces casually, loud enough for the entire class to hear as he reaches up, grabs her free hand, and tugs it down so that her palm is resting on his chest.
“Bro,” Kaminari half shouts again. “Did you really just do that?”
“Are you two dating?” Uraraka abruptly asks, eyes wide and shining as she comes rushing up to the side of the couch.
“No,” Shouto answers before Izumi can get her head on straight enough to make a sound.
“Then why are you laying in her lap?” Sero’s the one who speaks up then, looking stunned in his place on the floor.
“This makes me happy,” Shouto says simply. “Is that a bad thing?”
There’s a long moment of silence because no one really knows what to say to that either.
And then Todoroki, Shouto, closes his eyes and seemingly goes to sleep.
Izumi, eyes wide, looks up to find the rest of the class staring at the two of them in various degrees of shock.
Across the way, standing beside Kirishima, Kacchan abruptly explodes.
The boy resting in Izumi’s lap doesn’t even flinch, eyes closed and breathing even.
~~~
Todoroki stays there, resting in her lap, all the way up until lights out is called and everyone starts shuffling upstairs to their rooms.
Once it’s only the two of them left in the common room together he finally moves again. He sits up, stretches a bit, and then pushes his way up and off of the couch like nothing unusual has happened.
Like he didn’t just commandeer her lap for a solid two hours without any kind of prior warning.
“Todoroki,” Izumi twists her hands in the hem of her sweater.
“Call me Shouto,” he insists again as he reaches down and tugs one of her hands away from her sweater and tangles their fingers together.
He uses his hold on her to tug her up and off of the couch. He lets her hand go only to lay an arm over her shoulders and pull her closer to his side as he steers both of them towards the girl’s stairs.
“S-Shouto,” Izumi is more flustered than she can remember ever being before in her life but she still moves with him easily enough, all of their time working together letting her fall into step with him like it’s second nature. “Then you should call me Izumi too.”
“Izumi,” he says her name like he’s trying to get used to the way it tastes.
“Um,” Izumi hesitates for a moment, unsure of how, exactly, to ask her question.
“I like touching you,” Shouto announces then like he’s reading her mind.
Even if the answer very much isn’t what she thought it would be.
“You do?” Izumi’s honestly not sure what else to say to that kind of statement.
“I think about it a lot,” Shouto says easily as they get closer to the door to her dorm. “I’d like it if you’d let me touch you more.”
Izumi’s pretty sure that she’s going to actually catch on fire if she flushes any deeper at the moment.
“I won’t hurt you,” Shouto tells her. “You know you can trust me.”
And the thing is, Izumi does know that.
Shouto’s never really hurt her. The Sports Festival of fame doesn’t count in her opinion and even the bumps and bruises they might give each other in training or class are nothing like what she’s used to dealing with.
Plus, if Izumi’s being honest with herself, even with all of the hang ups she still has around being touched by anyone but her Mom, the idea of Shouto touching her isn’t unappealing.
And again, Shouto so rarely asks for anything, not to mention openly admitting to liking something.
“Okay,” Izumi finally manages to nod her agreement.
It’s so hard to say no to Shouto. Besides, it’s not like he’s asking much of her or like he’s given her any reason to think this might be a bad idea.
“Thank you,” Shouto says politely, and then he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her flush against him.
Izumi, arms trapped between them, stands frozen in his grip for a moment before she forces herself to relax.
It’s strange, being held like this. Shouto’s taller than she is of course and the way his temperature is split will always be interesting. But it’s also surprisingly comfortable and nice.
Izumi’s not sure how long they stand there like that, him holding her close, but she does know that every second of it is good.
~~~
Shouto doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the permission that Izumi gave him.
The very next morning he meets her in the common room like always only to reach out and grab her hand with his own again, tangling their fingers together as he tugs her gently out of the dorms and towards the main building and class.
He only lets her go when Aizawa-sensei squirms his way into the room and it’s time for them all to sit down.
He’s back at her side for lunch too and for training that afternoon.
Each and every opportunity he can find he’s there, at her side, his hand on hers, his arm around her shoulders, crowding into her space like it belongs to him now.
And each time Izumi flushes but doesn’t protest.
So of course Shouto just wants more.
~~~
Izumi grows used to Shouto’s hands on her faster than she thought possible.
She barely even flinches now when he reaches out to touch her, able to identify him just by the feel of his hands, by the scent of smoke and snow that trails along after him.
She even starts to look forward to the feel of his hand in hers, starts to let herself enjoy the way she fits just underneath his arm, the way his fingers never flinch away from the scars that line her arms.
She grows used to spending at least some part of every evening with him on the couch in the common room. Grows used to the weight of his head on her lap as she writes one handed in her notebooks or watches movies or plays on her phone while her other hand cards gently through his hair.
The rest of the class flutters around them but, surprisingly enough, no one’s bombarded Izumi with questions again since that first night. Not even Uraraka who looks like she’s going to explode every single time she sees Izumi and Shouto holding hands or walks in on him laying across her lap.
Everyone seems content to just watch for once instead of butting their noses in to try and get an explanation.
Everyone, that is, except for Kacchan.
Izumi’s focused on her notebook, free hand absently carding through Shouto’s hair, when Kacchan comes stomping into the room.
“Oi, Deku,” Kacchan bites the words out, “let’s go. Haven’t beat your ass in weeks.”
“She’s busy,” Shouto speaks up from her lap without bothering to open his eyes.
“Wasn’t talking to you IcyHot,” Kacchan sneers.
“She’s still busy,” Shouto says, eyes finally opening. “That’s not going to change no matter how loud you bark.”
“Fuck off,” Kacchan snarls. “You’ve been sticking your nose into shit that ain’t your business for weeks now. So butt the fuck out for once or else I’ll make you.”
At that Shouto sighs, finally sits up, and pushes himself up and onto his feet.
“You really can’t take a hint can you?” Shouto asks almost absently, hands loose at his sides but body placed just between Kacchan and Izumi’s place on the couch.
Izumi thinks it might be the first time in her entire life that someone has so obviously stepped between her and Kacchan.
“You just gonna sit there and hide behind your shitty boyfriend, nerd?” Kacchan steps to the side to try and get closer to Izumi but Shouto blocks him, body shifting to stay between them. “You finally get tired of getting your ass beat, huh? Fucking useless.”
And, like always, Izumi can’t help the way she flinches just a bit at that.
“You know,” Shouto’s voice is cold, “one day someone’s going to shut that mouth of yours for good.”
“You wanna fucking go?” Kacchan turns his glare back on Shouto.
“I do,” Shouto nods.
“Then hurry the fuck up. Been waiting to kick your ass again for too long,” Kacchan barks even as he turns and heads towards the door, slamming through it violently as he, undoubtedly, heads for the gym that’s still open for them.
At least he’s made enough progress to know he can’t hold a full scale battle in the common room.
Once Kacchan’s gone Shouto just shrugs and turns to hold a hand out in Izumi’s direction.
“Come on,” Shouto prompts, pulling Izumi up off of the couch once she gives him her hand. “Lets go to your room.”
“You’re not going to fight Kacchan?” Izumi asks, blinking just a bit in surprise.
“I’d rather spend my time with you than spend it getting yapped at by him,” Shouto admits as they go up the stairs. “Who knows, maybe he’ll calm down if he barks himself in circles for a while waiting for me.”
And, despite herself, Izumi can’t help but smile.
~~~
“Is this okay?” Shouto asks softly as he urges her down onto the bed beside him, the arm around her waist pulling her closer until she’s curled up with her chin on his chest.
“Y-Yeah,” Izumi nods, more than a bit embarrassed by the being pressed so close to him in such an undeniably intimate way but not really against it either.
“Good,” Shouto sighs just a bit, body relaxing and eyes slipping closed again even as the arm around her waist tightens just a bit. “Your bed smells like you.”
“Sorry,” Izumi mumbles against his chest.
“Don’t be,” the hand on her waist moves up and starts to rub up and down the length of her spine. “I like it.”
~~~
Shouto buries his nose in Izumi’s hair and turns all of his attention towards making sure that his hands don’t wander anywhere that might make her uncomfortable.
She’s not ready for that.
Not yet.
No matter how much Shouto wants to slip his hands beneath her sweater, no matter how much he wants to feel the weight of the breasts he can feel pressing against him in his palms. No matter how much he wants to let his fingers wander down beneath the waistband of her shorts to find out if she’s as soft as he thinks she is.
He wants it, wants her.
But he knows now’s not the time.
She’s already given him so much.
He can be patient.
She’s worth it.
~~~
Their routine shifts by some sort of mutual agreement.
Instead of Shouto laying with her on the couch now they migrate to Izumi’s dorm room most evenings and curl up together on her bed.
A week or so into their new routine they’re laying together, her head pillowed on his chest when, out of nowhere, Shouto suddenly moves.
He rolls them over until Izumi’s beneath him, one of his knees between her splayed legs and his arms pinning her in on either side.
For a long moment he just hovers above her, staring, and then he slowly lowers his weight down onto her, shifting until his head is resting against the swell of her breasts.
His hands move, one of them coming up to play with the ends of her hair while the other moves down to cup her knee in his palm.
He nuzzles closer and Izumi can’t help the burble of heat that stirs in her gut, can’t help the way her nipples tighten just a bit when he sweeps his cheek across the front of her sweatshirt like some kind of big cat.
“You feel good,” Shouto almost whispers, voice as soft and gentle as the hand that’s slid up just a bit to knead at her thigh.
“You do too,” Izumi confesses quietly, feeling a strange sort of bold. Then she reaches up and cards her hands through his hair before she shifts just a bit beneath him, legs splaying open in a silent sort of invitation.
Shouto moves up and then over until he’s laying all the way between her legs.
They both shudder just a bit at the feeling.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” Shouto asks as he presses her down just a bit further into the mattress.
“Yes,” Izumi whispers back, heart pounding.
“Can I do it more then?” Shouto’s hand clenches just a bit on her thigh, his fingertips pressing against the hem of her shorts for a brief moment before his hand slides back down to cup her knee again.
“Yes,” Izumi doesn’t even have to think about the answer. She likes the way Shouto touches her, likes the way he is with her, likes the way he makes her feel.
Izumi even likes the way he makes her like herself just a little bit more with each soft word or compliment or hungry touch.
No one has ever made her feel anything like he does.
She wants more.
“I want to be the only one allowed to do it.” Shouto confesses softly. “I want you to be mine.”
“You are the only one,” Izumi promises, something soft and giddy blossoming to life in her chest because, somehow, this is really happening despite how unbelievable it seems. “A-And I’m yours if that’s what you really want, if you want to b-be mine too.”
“More than anything,” Shouto vows, solemn and steady.
And then he presses himself up onto his elbows and leans down to kiss her.
The kiss starts off soft, a press of lips both cool and warm against her own, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Shouto presses his tongue against the seams of her lips and, as it always seems to be, Izumi can’t deny him.
Doesn’t even want to.
His tongue slides against hers even as his hips press down against the cradle of her own, the hand on her knee sliding back up until he can cup one of her breasts in the palm of his hand.
Izumi can’t help but moan just a bit as Shouto kisses and touches her, his hand flexing and his mouth learning the shape of hers.
When he finally pulls back they’re both panting.
The hand on her breast squeezes just a bit and Izumi has to bite down sharply on her lower lip to keep from moaning again.
Shouto doesn’t say anything.
Instead he just leans down and kisses her again.
~~~
By the time he leaves that night there’s a bruise already blooming on the inside of her right wrist, a kiss mark he’d seemed particularly determined to leave, her lips are kiss swollen and her breasts ache.
It’s a good kind of almost hurt though.
One she already wants to feel again.
~~~
"S-Shouto," Izumi moans his name out, one hand coming up to push her knuckle between her teeth.
Shouto just hums, teeth nipping at the nipple he's sucking on while his fingers tug the other sharply.
Izumi arches up into the feeling, thighs falling open as she squirms beneath him.
"Perfect," Shouto whispers when he finally pulls off of her with an obscene sounding pop so he can rub his cheek against her.
And then he turns his head and latches onto her other nipple instead.
All Izumi can do is clench her free hand in his hair and hold on.
~~~
Izumi’s breasts ache constantly now, nipples chafed and sensitive.
But she can't help the way a part of her preens just a bit at the sight of the little red and purple kiss marks Shouto leaves scattered across her chest.
For the first time in her life she has marks on her she enjoyed getting.
Now, when they inevitably head up to her room, Izumi’s the one who unhooks her bra and pulls his hands up to touch her.
~~~
"Can I have more?" Shouto asks one night when Izumi’s nipples are berry red and aching.
His hands are toying carefully with the hem of her shorts, an unspoken question in his touch.
"What do you want?" Izumi asks just a bit nervously. She likes everything they've done so far, thinks about it almost all of the time and wants more of it, but anything below the waist is truly new territory for the both of them.
"Just a taste. I'll stop if you don't like it," Shouto promises.
Instead of saying anything, Izumi just lifts her hips a bit in answer.
Shouto smiles and wastes no time in pulling her shorts down and off.
"Pretty," Shouto says, fingers coming up to press against the little bow on the front of Izumi’s panties.
And then he leans down and buries his face between her legs.
Izumi barely manages to muffle her shriek in the palm of one hand, the other flying down to press against the back of Shouto's head.
Shouto shudders against her, Izumi feels a pinch of pressure against one hip, and then, suddenly, his mouth is on her with nothing in between.
Izumi half sobs as he sucks on her clit, body clenching when he moves down enough to shove his tongue inside of her.
"You taste good," Shouto pants when he finally comes back up. "Everything about you is so good."
His mouth and chin are wet.
"Do you like it?" He finally asks her, one hand moving up to stroke her.
"I like it," Izumi moans, only half coherent. "Shouto, I like it."
"More," Shouto half announces before he dives back down, mouth going to work on her again.
And then he keeps going until Izumi shatters.
~~~
Shouto shudders violently, his hand working in a fast, rough rhythm.
The coil of heat and need that's been churning at the base of his spine for so long now abruptly tightens and his vision whites out a bit around the edges.
"Izumi," he can't help but murmur her name as he cums into the soft cotton of a familiar pair of panties he hadn’t been able to stop himself from pocketing. It doesn't matter if she's not there to hear him.
He'd left her, shaking and drowsy and so perfect, in her own room only a few minutes ago.
God he can't wait to have more of her.
~~~
Izumi feels like she's permanently flushed these days.
One look from Shouto is enough to make her squirm just a bit.
And he's always looking.
~~~
The scrap of her door opening wakes Izumi up instantly.
Only two people besides herself have a key to her room and one of them is Aizawa-sensei.
The other is …
"Shouto," Izumi whispers into the quiet darkness of her room as the door shuts again and she hears the lock click.
"Shh," Shouto whispers as he slips into bed behind her. "I want something."
Izumi shudders in anticipation. Everything Shouto wants from her always ends up feeling so good.
"Can I have it?" Shouto asks softly, one hand already slipping beneath her over sized night shirt to tug at her nipple. The other hand moves down to press in between her thighs.
"Yes," Izumi answers like she always does.
The hand between her thighs moves then. He brings it up to press his fingers against her mouth.
"Suck," Shouto tells her. "Get them really wet."
Izumi only hesitates for a second before she opens her mouth. She sucks on his fingers, gets them as wet as she can manage while his other hand twists and tugs at her nipples.
Eventually he pulls away only to reach down and rub his wet fingers against Izumi’s inner thighs.
He shifts back and away from her for a moment, Izumi hears and feels the shuffling of clothes, and then he's back.
And all Izumi can feel is the line of his cock being pressed against the bare skin of her ass.
"I want to fuck you," Shouto tells her roughly, blunt and honest in that way she's come to adore about him, as he rubs his cock against her. "But not yet."
He presses his cock in between Izumi’s thighs, his free hand moving down to toy with her clit as his legs lock around hers so that her thighs are pressed tightly around him.
"I'm gonna come inside you when it happens too," Shouto bites down on her earlobe as he thrusts between her thighs, his warm fingers working her in-tune with every movement. "Gonna fill you up with it."
Shouto’s teeth press against the side of her neck, a sharp bite of sensation that makes Izumi shudder.
“It’ll feel good,” Shouto promises, breath panting against her ear as he twists her nipple with one hand and pinches her clit roughly with the other.
Izumi shudders but can’t stop the way she arches back just a bit, pressing her ass more firmly against him as she does her best to hold her thighs together as tightly as she can. She reaches one arm up and behind her to tangle her fingers in his hair.
The other she moves down so she can pet at the head of his cock on every forward stroke. He’s hot beneath her fingers, cock-head already slick with both of their juices.
“You’re so hot and wet,” Shouto moans against the side of her throat, hips pounding against her ass and hands never stilling. “And soft. I want more.”
Beneath them the bed squeaks lightly but neither of them care.
Izumi wants more too. With Shouto she always seems to want more.
And he always gives it to her.
“Tell me you like it,” Shouto curls closer to her, bending so he can press his mouth against the side of hers. “Izumi, tell me you like it.”
“I like it,” Izumi moans, voice gone high and reedy as she gives him the reassurance he always seems to crave from her in these moments. “Shouto, I like it.”
Izumi shatters, back arching as heat roars through her. Behind her Shouto speeds up, thrusting against her with almost bruising force.
He follows her a few strokes later, cum spilling hot and wet over her thighs and the palm of her hand as he pants against her shoulder, teeth clamped down on her skin in a move that Izumi knows will leave a mark.
Izumi lays there with him for a few minutes before curiosity gets the best of her. Thighs shifting in a move that makes him hiss against her skin, Izumi can’t help but focus on the wet and sticky feel of the mess he's made of her.
And especially on the ropes of cum clinging to her hand.
Izumi brings her hand up and licks at it without really thinking about what she’s doing, humming just a bit at the taste that isn’t as off putting as she’d always thought it would be.
She sucks one of her fingers into her mouth to clean it off.
Chin hooked over her shoulder Shouto shudders against her again, hand tightening on her breast for a split second before he pulls back and away from her.
Before Izumi can protest or ask him to stay for at least a little while longer, he moves to press her onto her back.
Finger still in her mouth, Izumi stares up at him.
Shouto, hair wild and face flushed in an uneven blush, just reaches down and grabs her ankles in his hands. He presses her legs together, crossing her ankles as he goes up onto his knees and brings them up to rest against his shoulder.
Izumi can feel his cock, already half hard again, against the backs of her thighs.
“More,” Shouto half asks, half commands.
And, as always, Izumi nods and lets herself be swept away.
~~~
Half proud and not even remotely remorseful, Shouto can tell that Izumi’s exhausted the next day.
He hadn’t left her room until the sun was starting to show over the horizon. He’d used every single one of those hours wisely in his opinion.
Thankfully it’s Sunday so that means no classes or training for either of them since Izumi’s been ordered, on pain of punishment, to use Sunday as an actual rest day by Aizawa.
Shouto fully intends to take advantage of it even if he already knows that Uraraka and the others won’t let the two of them disappear off to one of their rooms for the entire day again.
It’s easy enough to tug Izumi over onto the couch and to pull her down onto his lap. One of his arms wraps around her waist while the other snags the blanket off the back of the couch to cover her with it.
It’s even easier to ignore the way the majority of the class still stares at them.
Or the way Bakugou’s glare is making a valiant attempt to bore a hole directly into Shouto’s forehead.
Shouto doesn’t care.
All he cares about is the feel of Izumi in his lap, the scent of her shampoo clouding his senses, and the way she melts into him so easily, so trustingly.
She’s his and he’ll never get enough of her.
~~~
“Just the tip,” Shouto breaths against the side of her throat. “You’re so wet. I wanna feel it. Just the tip, Izumi, I promise.”
Izumi squirms on his lap, thighs clenching around his cock and heart pounding.
They’d been watching some videos on his laptop together when he’d pulled her up to sit on top of his thighs. That was nothing unusual of course, but the way he’d reached beneath her to unbutton his pants and then to pull her gym shorts down to her knees had been.
He’d fucked her thighs with a slow and steady rhythm, hands kneading at her muscles or dipping down to finger her with strong, deep strokes.
She’s pretty sure the front of his pants are ruined by now with how wet she’s gotten.
“Can I?” Shouto asks again, hips bucking up beneath her.
“Promise?” Izumi pants, face flushed and body aching. Shouto always makes her feel so good but she’s still just a bit nervous.
“Just the tip,” Shouto swears.
“Okay,” Izumi whispers.
“Thank you,” Shouto presses a kiss against her throat, against her temple, against the shell of her ear as he shifts beneath her. “Thank you.”
Izumi finds herself bent forwards over his low desk, her shorts holding her ankles together as he kneels behind her.
The head of his cock rubs against her clit, sending a shock of pleasure up her spine, before he shifts up just a bit to press himself against her.
“You’re all pink and pretty,” Shouto sounds breathless even as one of his hands moves to spread her open just a bit more with shockingly cool fingers.
He shuffles forwards then and Izumi can feel him against her, his cock-head pressing into her just a bit.
Izumi hears the low, almost pained, hiss Shouto lets out and can’t help the way her muscles clench down hard.
It feels good. Better than she thought it would feel since it’s not like they’re going all the way.
Her hips shift back and Shouto sinks just a little bit further into her and Izumi hears him full out moan behind her.
Before she can move back again a hand comes down to press against the small of her back, pinning her to the desktop and keeping her still.
“I promised,” Shouto murmurs as he pulls back and out of her only to press closer once again, just the head of his cock sliding in and out of her. “I always keep my promises to you.”
Izumi knows he does, it’s just another thing she adores about him.
Is just another way he’s more than proven himself to her, just like he said he would.
Izumi goes boneless against the desktop.
~~~
Shouto corners her throughout the day now, stealing kisses and long embraces whenever he can.
He holds her hand at every given opportunity and tugs her down onto his lap or rests his head on her thighs whenever possible. He never does anything that could get either of them in trouble but he’s also never reluctant or secretive about his affection for her no matter who might be watching.
He even listens to her ramble about whatever hero, sidekick, quirk, or random fact that’s captured her attention with a peaceful and content expression on his face.
No one’s ever done that for Izumi before, paid such close and positive attention to her likes and her hobbies and the things that she says. No one has ever spent so much time and energy on making her feel good, on building her up instead of tearing her down.
No one has ever been so content to just be with her.
Izumi loves it.
Loves Shouto.
So ...
She wants more.
~~~
Bakugou finally manages to corner Shouto in the locker room after training.
It’s honestly taken him longer than Shouto thought it would. He’s been waiting for a full blown confrontation since the night he stood Bakugou up for a fight.
“What?” Bakugou sneers as he stalks closer. “Not gonna run away like you did last time, you fucking coward?”
“Not showing up for something you never wanted to go to in the first place isn’t running away,” Shouto points out dryly. “It’s having better things to do. And better company to do them in.”
Bakugou’s fist slams into the locker door directly beside Shouto’s head.
Shouto just stares at him, one brow arched, more than a bit unimpressed.
“I’m not flattered or interested,” Shouto can’t help but say as Bakugou looms up in his personal space. “So I’m not sure what you’re hoping to get out of this.”
“You think you’re fucking funny now don’t you?” Bakugou seethes.
“Do you have a point?” Shouto asks. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“What?” Bakugou spits. “Is the nerd waiting for you? Huh? Is that it? Fucking Deku waiting on you so you two can paw at each other some more in front of everyone?”
“I’d say jealousy isn’t a good look on you but not much is really,” Shouto steps forwards, shoulder checking Bakugou away from him so that he’s no longer crowded back against the lockers.
“I’m not jealous of you two losers,” Bakugou harshly denies.
Shouto isn’t fooled though, never has been where the two of them are concerned.
He might not be the best with people, might miss a lot of social cues and the like, but like recognizes like.
And there’s a hunger in Bakugou that Shouto recognizes.
One that he intends to make sure never gets fulfilled.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Shouto shrugs as he reaches down to pick up his bag. “Not that it really matters either way because you’re never going to have the chance to get what you want out of her. Not now. Not with me and the rest of the class making sure to stand in your way. Not with how Izumi’s getting stronger every single day. Not with how she’s learning that she doesn’t need you.”
For once Bakugou is surprisingly silent.
“You know it’s almost funny,” Shouto stops with his hand on the locker room door and turns just enough to look over his shoulder at Bakugou, “if you’d just been good to her, treated her like a person instead of like trash, she probably would’ve never even looked twice at me as anything but a friend and you’d have her right where you’ve always wanted her.”
Bakugou’s eyes widen just a bit and then abruptly narrow again.
Shouto doesn’t care because he knows, they both know, he’s telling the truth.
“You lose, Bakugou,” Shouto tells him with no small sense of satisfaction. “When it comes to Izumi you always will. And you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”
And then he turns, pulls the door open, and walks out of the locker room without looking back again.
Explosions and crashes echo behind him but Shouto doesn’t pay them any attention.
Bakugou can be someone else’s problem.
Shouto has more important places to be.
~~~
Izumi can’t help the thick ball of nervousness that’s churning in her stomach.
She’d never expected to be in this kind of position, about to ask something like this from Shouto.
It’s the kind of bold and blunt she’d never expected to be outside of battle.
But …
Well, her mind is made up and Izumi is determined that things are going to go her way.
“S-Shouto,” Izumi practically whispers his name, one hand coming up to play with the cuff of his shirtsleeve as she leans back enough to look up at him.
Shouto just hums in reply, pressing a soft kiss to her temple
“My mom’s going to be in Yokohama all day Saturday and Sunday,” Izumi tells him, aware of how Shouto immediately seems to perk up in attention beneath her. “The apartment’s going to be empty. Go home with me?”
They both know what she means, what she’s really asking.
They both know what’s going to happen the moment they end up alone together in her home with no one around, with no curfews or teachers or classmates around to worry about catching them.
Shouto catches her chin in his hand, tilts her head back, and kisses her hard and deep right there on the couch where everyone can see.
It’s all the answer she needs.
~~~
Saturday afternoon they both pack an overnight bag and head out together.
Neither of them confirm that they’re going to be spending the night together but Izumi’s pretty sure that everyone knows anyways.
Even Kacchan if the way he stares at her, a look in his eyes Izumi’s never seen before, is anything to go by.
Either way it doesn’t matter.
Izumi knows what she’s doing, knows what she wants.
The train ride is quiet. Shouto stays pressed to her side, one arm around her waist as he uses his body to block her from the majority of the crowd.
Izumi just leans into him and drifts in the feeling of being safe.
~~~
“You’re so perfect,” Shouto breathes against her skin, teeth raking down over her nipple and the swell of her breast, moving further and further down until he’s tonguing at her navel. “Wanted to do this since the first time we fought.”
“Please,” Izumi tugs sharply at his hair, impatient and needy and half ready to come completely out of her skin.
“You changed my entire life,” Shouto murmurs, pressing biting kisses against the insides of her thighs, the hollow of her hips, the arc of her ribs as he moves back up her body until he’s hovering over her again. “I wanted to crawl inside your skin and never leave. Can’t believe you’re letting me.”
He reaches a hand down between them to steady himself and when he slides inside of her it’s just perfect.
There’s no pain, no discomfort, as he settles deep inside of her. Just a toe curling sort of pressure and the feeling of being stretched that makes Izumi arch upwards with a sharp gasp.
A cool hand wraps around Izumi’s thigh, pulling it up and shifting it over so that Shouto can press even deeper inside of her, hips grinding down sharply as he bites red and purple marks across her chest.
Time hazes out and Izumi’s lost in a whirl of hot and cool hands wandering over her body, of lips and teeth and tongue against her skin. Of Shouto’s cock pounding into her with a deep, steady rhythm that drives the both of them higher and higher.
Until, finally, Izumi breaks with a low wail, hands clawing at Shouto’s back as she shakes and shatters apart.
When Shouto cums a few minutes later it’s with a shout pressed into the curve of her shoulder.
They lay there together, Shouto sprawled out on top of her, head pillowed on her breasts as they both pant and shudder.
“Are you alright?” Shouto finally manages to ask, coming up onto his elbows to take some of his weight off of her.
Izumi stares up at him, mind hazy, body still tingling. She traces her eyes over his face, over the scar that’s so much a part of him to her, over the line of his shoulders and his bare chest.
She really does love him.
And she’s pretty sure he loves her too, even if neither of them have ever plainly said the words.
“Again,” Izumi demands softly, her hands sliding up his back so she can tug him back down on top of her, hips rolling up into his. “Shouto, more.”
And Shouto, as he always seems to do, gives her exactly what she asks for.
~~~
Shouto’s never really been a fan of touch.
For so long in his life nothing good ever came from someone laying hands on him.
But with Izumi it’s always been different and he knows that it always will be.
It’s a hungry sort of work, loving someone as bright and powerful as she is.
No matter how much of her he might get, Shouto just wants some more.
Thankfully Izumi is more than happy to give it to him.
Is more than happy to take everything he wants to give her in return.
And for Shouto that’s really all that matters.
All he could ever want.