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just for @sawatari_zora:
sero and todoroki in sero’s dorm room reading manga:
todoroki’s laying upside down on the bed, head hanging off the edge. his hair is falling back up off his forehead. sero’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaned against the wall.
sero and todoroki in sero’s dorm room reading manga:
todoroki’s laying upside down on the bed, head hanging off the edge. his hair is falling back up off his forehead. sero’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaned against the wall.
“man, i hate the sad parts.” sero complains. he sets the book down to readjust his headband (which he wears just so he can more easily sneak glances at todoroki when he’s not looking. he thinks he’s being subtle.)
“as do i.” todoroki hums, without looking up.
“as do i.” todoroki hums, without looking up.
sero picks his book back up as todoroki shifts.
sero thinks he’s just repositioning himself until he feels fingers slide across his palm. he looks down to see todoroki’s hand in his. suddenly the room feels much hotter and his face turns pink as he meets todoroki’s gaze.
sero thinks he’s just repositioning himself until he feels fingers slide across his palm. he looks down to see todoroki’s hand in his. suddenly the room feels much hotter and his face turns pink as he meets todoroki’s gaze.
“it’s not too sad, i hope?” todoroki questions, quite calmly in comparison to sero’s rapidly fluttering heart.
“n—no, not — um, todoroki?” sero shakes his head a bit and then raises their linked hands.
“yes, hanta?”
sero feels like denki has electrocuted him.
“n—no, not — um, todoroki?” sero shakes his head a bit and then raises their linked hands.
“yes, hanta?”
sero feels like denki has electrocuted him.
“oh, i’m sorry, is it too warm?” todoroki moves to pull his hand away.
“NO!” sero chirps, grip tightening. “i mean, no, i just, shouto?”
“yes, hanta?” he repeats.
suspicion confirmed: he’ll never get over that electrified feeling.
“are you —“
“flirting? yes, i’m trying.”
“NO!” sero chirps, grip tightening. “i mean, no, i just, shouto?”
“yes, hanta?” he repeats.
suspicion confirmed: he’ll never get over that electrified feeling.
“are you —“
“flirting? yes, i’m trying.”
sero feels like he might throw up.
“i wasn’t trying to be subtle. is it working?” shouto prods.
after a moment, sero realizes he’s been sitting in stunned silence. a hurried, hushed “yes!” is all he can manage.
“you weren’t being subtle, either.” shouto helpfully provides.
“i wasn’t trying to be subtle. is it working?” shouto prods.
after a moment, sero realizes he’s been sitting in stunned silence. a hurried, hushed “yes!” is all he can manage.
“you weren’t being subtle, either.” shouto helpfully provides.
“i wasn’t — what? when?” hanta stumbles.
“you only ever wear a headband when we’re reading together, and you aren’t very stealthy about staring.”
sero feels like his face is melting; he knows it’s probably jogged from pink to absolute crimson at this point.
“it’s cute.”
“you only ever wear a headband when we’re reading together, and you aren’t very stealthy about staring.”
sero feels like his face is melting; he knows it’s probably jogged from pink to absolute crimson at this point.
“it’s cute.”
“heh, uh, yeah...?” sero doesn’t know what else to say.
“you look hot,” todoroki observes.
to his relief, sero doesn’t feel him pulling his hand away. he decides to go back to reading his manga, until he realizes -unfortunately- shouto is trying to give him a heart attack.
“you look hot,” todoroki observes.
to his relief, sero doesn’t feel him pulling his hand away. he decides to go back to reading his manga, until he realizes -unfortunately- shouto is trying to give him a heart attack.
shouto shifts again and hanta feels a cool palm slide up and across his face. it sends a shiver down his spine, and not just because of shouto’s quirk.
“um, todo—“
“shouto is fine,” he interrupts.
“shouto?”
“yes, hanta?”
“what are you doing?”
“can i kiss you?”
“um, todo—“
“shouto is fine,” he interrupts.
“shouto?”
“yes, hanta?”
“what are you doing?”
“can i kiss you?”
“you’re gonna kill me, man!” hanta -actually- whines, even as his forehead drops to rest against shouto’s.
shouto laughs quietly, muffled as his lips press against hanta’s. “i would be remiss to do such a thing.”
shouto laughs quietly, muffled as his lips press against hanta’s. “i would be remiss to do such a thing.”
“shh,” hanta leans in further. he pulls back just enough to wedge in a witty retort. “but if you do kill me, what a way to go.”
shouto nods, looking entirely too serious for hanta’s joke, but closes the gap between them again.
maybe hanta doesn’t hate the sad parts after all.
shouto nods, looking entirely too serious for hanta’s joke, but closes the gap between them again.
maybe hanta doesn’t hate the sad parts after all.
[[i do not know where this came from other than being inspired by what i tweeted last night about the two of them laying in a field, or why i managed to slam it out so quickly and randomly today, but here you go! some seroroki origin fluff 
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