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It was a joke. Mina had dragged Hanta with her to the mall and into some girly store. He was standing next to the weird bin of underwear when they caught his eyes. A tiny pair of bikini cut panties half red and half white. He couldnât help but think of Shouto. Heâd picked it up
without thinking when Mina was suddenly clinging to his side grinning madly.
âThinkinâ about someone, Sero~?â Sheâd chimed as she went to grab at the underwear in his hands. He snatched them away quickly, cheeks flushing.
âNone of your business, Ashido-â but he knew she was
âThinkinâ about someone, Sero~?â Sheâd chimed as she went to grab at the underwear in his hands. He snatched them away quickly, cheeks flushing.
âNone of your business, Ashido-â but he knew she was
watching as he quietly went to purchase the item.
It was a joke. He didnât even know why he was standing in Todorokiâs room with the panties crumpled in his hand, ears burning. Shouto stares at him plainly, one eyebrow arched. He held his hand out, open palmed and the other boyâs
It was a joke. He didnât even know why he was standing in Todorokiâs room with the panties crumpled in his hand, ears burning. Shouto stares at him plainly, one eyebrow arched. He held his hand out, open palmed and the other boyâs
eyes darted down to look at what heâd presented.
âI- Uh- I thought of you, soâŠâ he didnât even know how to explain his own thought process. He was surprised when Shouto took the panties out of his hand, inspecting them closely.
âThank you.â
ââ
That was it, or at least Hanta
âI- Uh- I thought of you, soâŠâ he didnât even know how to explain his own thought process. He was surprised when Shouto took the panties out of his hand, inspecting them closely.
âThank you.â
ââ
That was it, or at least Hanta
thought that was it. It was a week later and he and Shouto were sprawled out reading manga. Shouto on the floor and Hanta on his bed. Hanta had glanced up idly as Shouto stretched out, his shirt sliding upward and he saw red and white peeking out from under the waistband of his
sweats. Red bloomed on his cheeks and he spluttered out several nonsense syllables before Shouto turned his head to look at him.
âHanta.â He sat up, smoothing his shirt back down.
âYouâre wearing them-â was all he could manage when he finished staring, but Shouto still looked
âHanta.â He sat up, smoothing his shirt back down.
âYouâre wearing them-â was all he could manage when he finished staring, but Shouto still looked
unimpressed.
âYes. They were a gift and it would be rude not to.â Hanta couldnât believe the words coming out of his mouth. It had been a joke, but now Shouto Todoroki was lying on his floor, wearing underwear /heâd/ bought for him. âTheyâre a little small, though-â the admission
âYes. They were a gift and it would be rude not to.â Hanta couldnât believe the words coming out of his mouth. It had been a joke, but now Shouto Todoroki was lying on his floor, wearing underwear /heâd/ bought for him. âTheyâre a little small, though-â the admission
pulled Hanta from his thoughts.
âOh- Iâm⊠sorry?â How was he supposed to respond to that? He hadnât even expected him to wear them. Shouto just shrugged in response, returning to his spot on the floor to flip through his book, but Hanta couldnât focus anymore.
ââ
The next time
âOh- Iâm⊠sorry?â How was he supposed to respond to that? He hadnât even expected him to wear them. Shouto just shrugged in response, returning to his spot on the floor to flip through his book, but Hanta couldnât focus anymore.
ââ
The next time
Mina has dragged Hanta to the mall with him heâd actively dug through the underwear bin, more aware of what he was doing. He pulled out a thong, the tiny triangle of fabric had a simplistic cat face on it and the strappy parts said meow. It was Shoutoâs size, too, or what he
guessed was closer to his size. Mina giggled as he made his purchase.
Heâd left the gift in Shoutoâs room for him to find, too nervous to hand them over like the last time. He hadnt expected how quickly Shouto would text him a âthxâ and shortly after an attachment. Hanta slapped
Heâd left the gift in Shoutoâs room for him to find, too nervous to hand them over like the last time. He hadnt expected how quickly Shouto would text him a âthxâ and shortly after an attachment. Hanta slapped
his hand over his mouth as he opened the image and was met with the sight of Shouto sitting on his floor in front of a mirror in only the thong.
Hanta zoomed in shamelessly to drink in every detail. The way the tiny bit of fabric barely held his soft cock, the straps digging into
Hanta zoomed in shamelessly to drink in every detail. The way the tiny bit of fabric barely held his soft cock, the straps digging into
the skin of his hip slightly from the way heâd pulled them up over them. The flush covering every inch of his skin. He groaned as he felt himself harden in his pants, excusing himself from the company of his friends to deal with his current state of arousal.
TBC?
TBC?
