Chapter 1: Reunion
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Retrieving possessions from an ex had to be the most mortifying activity Momo had partaken in. And with her quirk’s ability to create about anything, she’s been in some weird situations.
Please let him not be at his apartment. Maybe he will leave my things outside his door? One can only hope. He texted her a casual reminder a few days prior, saying she could swing by on the weekend to pick her stuff up. And now she had to do the damn thing.
Rain was beating down as she walked through Musutafu. The Shizuoka prefecture was forecasted to be sunny, but the weather had turned sour, reflecting her current mood. Sheets of rain started falling the minute she had stepped outside, with thunderclouds ominously gathering above painting the skies a deep gray.
Three months she thought. Three months since Shouto Todoroki had broken things off with her. Sho had an immediate rebound. She winced. And with the #4 hero in all of Japan no less. Walking past a shopkeeper, she noticed the stalls of loose-leaf tea, including her favorite, Gold Tips Imperial. The shopkeeper was hurriedly closing up shop, likely because of the ensuing downpour. Sho used to make me that tea after our patrols. Snippets of their relationship flashed through her mind. Sho cooking her dinner, all the times she caught his bi-colored stare fixed on her, mornings spent tangled in the sheets, his body on hers….
A shiver went through her.
The rain had soaked her clothing while she’d been lost in thought. Great. Unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her torso, she quickly created some rain boots and an umbrella. Even when she was off duty, she wore unobstructive clothing, allowing her to use her quirk. Which was exactly why she’d worn a simple white blouse and a pleated black skirt. Not because she was going to see her ex and wanted to look good. That would be ridiculous.
And with how things broke off, he’s clearly not into me. She thought back to that day—he walked into the apartment fists clenched, brow furrowed, clearly distraught. It was clear it was over from the moment he spoke.
“I think we need to talk about us.” Shouto said.
Crossing over to the dining table where Momo sat, he pulled a chair out across from her. A dark shadow was under his eye. He had just arrived home from work and was still in his hero suit. Carefully avoiding her gaze, he stared at the center of the table.
“Umm ok.. Did I do something wrong?” She asked.
“No.. uh.. nothing you did. “I just..” He paused. “I don’t think we’re compatible anymore.”
She was silent, chewing on her lip as she processed, feeling a heavy lump sit in her throat expand into her chest. Shouto was always straightforward, but this time his delivery was too blunt. Her face burned as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
“I…Sho, I guess I don’t understand. Are you saying you’re interested in someone else?”
He ran a hand through the red part of his hair and sighed deeply. “I..I just think we need to go our separate ways.” Tears fell down her face. “Of course we will still be friends, but… I know it wouldn’t be fair.” He said. “It wouldn’t be fair to continue this if I don’t feel the same way about you anymore.”
After the breakup, it became clear that Shouto was interested in someone else.
Jirou had sent Momo a news article of Shouto at a charity event, with arms wrapped around Midoriya. It got even worse in the following days. Pictures of Midoriya and Shouto kissing on hero patrol were released. Of course, the public was always delighted when pro heroes were seen together, and two pro heroes kissing on the job? It was a media frenzy.
She felt stupid seeing those pictures of him.
But, she reminded herself how inevitable it was that Shouto and Midoriya had ended up together. It was obvious Shouto had a crush on Midoriya in high school—especially after Midoriya had encouraged him to use his fire quirk during the UA Sports Festival.
Shouto also called Momo, apologized, and explained that nothing happened between him and Midoriya while they were dating.
She knew they would be happy together.
And she was happy for them.
But it still sucked.
Her steps slowed as she crossed a large puddle, deciding to walk around it to avoid getting wetter than she already was. Laughing to herself, she thought about how hard it was to shake off the Todoroki family. She was friends with Shouto and dated him, close with his older sister Fuyumi, worked with Natsuo’s girlfriend, and when she was younger, she was obsessed with Touya.
Touya.
That was someone she hadn’t thought of in a while.
He had always made her shy. She wore a constant flush around him, eyes glossing over a bit when he would affectionately call her “Mo”. Due to her friendship with Sho, Touya had been the off-limits older brother. So naturally, she was fixated on him.
She slowly passed the Tatooin Shopping district. Even though the rain was pounding on her umbrella, she appreciated how the city looked. The streets were quieter, with less people out and about.The smell of wet earth and petrichor floated across her senses. Almost there.
I wonder what Touya thinks about the breakup with Shouto.
He always disapproved of her high school boyfriends. She grinned, fondly remembering Touya calling her first boyfriend a “poser.” Knowing him, he'd probably tell her she could do better than Shouto.
The relationship between the two brothers was interesting. Shouto was the golden child, and even though Touya loved his baby brother there was a palpable tension between the two. Touya resented his dad’s preferential treatment of Shouto. In turn, Sho was annoyed that Touya held a grudge against him; and retaliated by purposely one-upping Touya.
Then again—Touya was doing very well as a pro hero. So perhaps their rivalry had abated. She’d even seen him in the newest issue Hero Daily.
She spotted the magazine at work, under a reem of hero reports she had yet to work through. The main article caught her eye. “Exclusive With Pro Hero Dabi: The Real Story on the Capture of Hawks”.
Curious, she’d flipped to it. Everyone knew Touya; alias name Dabi, had captured the villian Hawks. Hawks was a former pro hero who had double crossed the Hero Public Safety Commission to sell Trigger, a quirk enhancing drug.
Scanning the article, she read through the major points. Then her eyes landed on the attached picture.
Touya was in his navy pro hero outfit. His white hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been in the wind. Blue flames licked up the sides of his lithe body, casting him in a bright glow. His right hand was outstretched, as if he was about to scorch the reader.
His expression appeared calm. Unreadable. But his eyes betrayed him— there was an intensity to them, almost if they were simmering. Angry.
His blue eyes so hot he could melt me.
She snapped out of the memory.
Wait. What was that? I need to stop thinking about the Todoroki family.
Focus on the task at hand. I’ll pick up my stuff and get out of Shouto's apartment. There wasn’t much. A few clothes, necessities, and pictures of her and Shouto.
Hell, she could easily have re-created most of it with her quirk, but it seemed wrong to just leave her things. Plus, there was the principle of it. They were still friends. At some point, they would have to see each other. As his apartment approached, she sent him a text. Here goes nothing.
Shouto’s hero work paid well; his apartment lobby was ornately decorated. Marble flooring, red plush seating, a roaring fireplace, the works. Only the best heroes could afford this place, She thought. Having grown up in an affluent home, she knew this place wasn’t cheap.
She clicked her umbrella shut as she walked inside. She recognized the doorman, who worked there when Sho and her were together.
“Penthouse apartment Ms. Yaoyorozu?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yes, please.”
He kindly escorted her to the elevators and pressed the button to Shouto’s apartment.
Momo entered the elevator. She took deep breaths as she saw the number of floors slowly tick upwards, the pinging sound causing her heart to pound. Mentally running through the possible small talk she could have with Shouto, she decided it’d be best to not mention Midoriya. That would be too awkward.
The doors opened and she shuffled into the main entryway. Setting down her umbrella and taking off her rain boots, she neatly lined them up with the other shoes at the corridor. Pausing, she took a second glance at the row of shoes. When did Shouto get black boots?
Frowning, she opened her phone to the last message she had sent. There was still no reply. Deciding to announce her presence, she called out, “Hey Sho, I’m here.”
No response.
Then she heard heavy footsteps. The door opened, creaking as someone stepped into the main entryway.
It wasn’t Shouto who stepped through. She was met by a raspy, deep voice.
“Hey Mo.”
She saw tufted white hair peek out of the door, followed by a tall frame covered in scars.
“Touya! Hi….”
His white tee was low cut, just enough to see his collarbones and staples that crested over his chest. Taut muscles stretched under the fabric of his pants and shirt. She quickly diverted her eye contact. She always avoided looking at Touya too closely. In the past, her crush made it difficult—she was always too nervous. And when she started dating Sho, she had kept her focus on him.
As he walked toward her, she was unsure if it was the heat that radiated off of him, or the temperature of the hallway, but she was stiflingly hot. Momo's thoughts slid back to the ones she’d had on her walk, dusting her cheeks in a slight pink and causing her breath to quicken. Stop. Don’t think about it.
Touya greeted her by pulling her into a crushing hug. Even though she was tall, her head barely reached the upper part of his chest. She swore he was inching closer to Endeavors height. “Sorry m’wet from the rain” she murmured against his body, trying not to think about how it fit around hers.
“I came to pick up some things from Sho.”
He laughed. “Well lucky you—you get the better brother. He’s not here.”
She grinned, looking up at him. “Have to say, this is an unexpected surprise.” but a very nice surprise. “I was dreading the conversation that I was about to have, especially since…”
The staples on the side of his mouth ticked upwards as he interrupted her train of thought. “Oh, I know.” He drawled, “Since his recent debut with Midoriya? I think every newspaper in the country printed that story.”
She groaned, stepping back from the hug and wincing as she though about it. “Yeah.”
“I love him, but—Making out in public? While he was in his hero costume and on duty? He’s a fucking idiot.” He scoffed.
A laugh escaped her. Both brothers were incredibly blunt, but Touya’s language was—more colorful, She thought. “It’s okay, he even apologized to me. And since he’s not here, I’ll have to get my stuff from him another time.”
His head tilted, and he narrowed his eyes, looking contemplative.
“You can come over whenever sweetheart. But half baked isn’t coming back. I live here now; I decided to sublet his sweet digs from him.”
“Oh.” she frowned. Weird that Sho didn’t mention that. “Any chance my stuff is still here?” She peeked through the open door as if she’d be able to see her things.
He shrugged and casually leaned against the door frame. “Not a clue.” He gestured inside. “But I’ll help you look through the stuff he hasn’t moved out yet.”
“Hmm.” She doubted he’d be thrilled to have an ex snooping through his things. Even if they were still friends. “I don’t know if I should look through his stuff.”
“Relax.” Touya snorted. “I’m sure it’s fine Mo. Most of it is from his hero work anyways. Trophies and shit.”
He led Momo into the large living room, where about twenty boxes were scattered. Eastward pointing windows showcased the city skyline. At this height, clouds swirled against the glass panes as the rain pattered heavily down. Given the weather conditions, the normally bright room was cast in a dark gloom. The rest of the space looked nearly the same as it had when she’d been with Shouto.
They both dug through the boxes, which was as Touya said, mostly hero shit. Lots of trophies, awards, and random presents from fans. To pass the time, Momo nervously struck up a conversation with Touya.
“You’re still doing hero work right?”
His staples rose up to one side, the ghost of smirk crossing his face. “Yeah.”
“Still going by the hero name Dabi?” As if she didn't already know that. The sound of ripping cardboard filled the room as they worked side by side.
“I am. Work is good, although I’m sure you can relate to the fact that the hours are grueling.”
She opened a box filled with All Might trinkets. Shouto is such a fanboy. “I definitely can, although I did take a break after—well after Sho and I broke up.” It was embarrassing to admit, but she was sad and had needed time to recover. Plus, everyone she worked with, and her close friends ran in the same circles as him. She needed time to separate herself from that.
“That makes sense.” He coughed.
“So,” “Y’seeing anyone else now?”
His tone was casual enough, but she felt reluctant to share. She watched as he tore open a box, which had a picture of Endeavor and Shouto in their hero costumes. He tossed the photo aside quickly. Hmm. Maybe that sibling rivalry was still a thing.
“No.” she said. “Although, I probably should now that Shouto has.”
A flash of lightning arced through the sky, followed by a loud boom of thunder. They both looked up to watch the storm for a moment. “Glad you’re in here and not walking ‘round outside anymore.” Touya rasped out.
“Anyways. Don’t let Shouto actions decide what you do next.He may act like he’s put together, but he makes stupid decisions.” He continued. “You should date whoever and whenever you want to date.” A hoarse laugh escaped him. “Plus—I know there’s many people who want to date Pro Hero Creati.”
He sounded slightly dispirited. She ignored it, focusing instead on his words. “Thanks, Touya.” She smiled at him. His advice was sound. Dating was tough, especially for pro heroes with a reputation to uphold. She wasn’t exactly eager to start dating again with how her last relationship had ended. But if “many” people want to date me, maybe it won't be too bad. Sounds like Touya already knows someone.
“Do you have any suggestions then?” She asked.
“Suggestions?” Touya stopped rifling through the box in front of him.
“Yeah… suggestions on who I should date?” She couldn’t help the sarcastic tone that slipped out of her, “You always had an opinion on my boyfriends when we were younger.”
He laughed, his husky voice filling the room, “because they were all awful.” He said.
“And, Yes, I do have a suggestion.”
She waited, eyebrow quirked in response.
“Someone who’s always had feelings for you.” He paused. “Someone who would treat you right.”
His blue eyes glanced over at her. “Someone who would love you right.”
A low swoop cascaded through her stomach. Yes, how nice that’d be. But hardly realistic. She chuckled. “Okay. But that’s not helpful.” She pushed aside a box with her foot. “How do I find someone who meets that criteria?”
Smiling, he said, “Not as hard as you would think.” His head tilted back a bit, assessing her, as she continued to look through the box in front of her.
His tone switched, becoming softer. “Y’know Mo, I had a crush on you before Shouto did.”
She jerked upwards, sending the box she opened tumbling over. She tried to keep her voice calm, monotone, even. “Umm. What?”
It came out more of a squeak.
Ignoring the fallen box, Touya stood upright and dusted off his legs. “Yeah. He knew that I liked you… I figure he wanted to keep you to himself, so he started dating you.”
WHAT!? Shouto knew that both of us had crushes on each other?
Promising to herself that she’d kill Sho (after she got her stuff back), she continued, “So you’re saying he started dating me to—to spite you?”
She was pointedly ignoring the implication Touya had made.The suggestion that he currently wanted to date her. She had no clue how to respond to that. And did that mean the other things he’d said… like… “Someone who would love you right” applied? The part of her that had always had a crush for him, was screaming.
Looking wry, he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “Ehh maybe not, but I admitted to him that I had a crush, and pretty soon after that he’d started dating you.”
Curious, she asked a follow up question. “When did it start? The crush I mean.”
He smiled. “Remember when I got back from the hospital, after my second round of staples?” Following his three-year coma, he had several reconstructive surgeries, including staple placement.
“Yeah, that’s when we first met.” Her voice was soft as she nodded. She watched him as he spoke. His jaw ticked a bit, almost imperceptibly. “I felt like such a freak. Still had lingering pain too. I thought I’d never be normal.” He cleared his throat. “Icy hot invited you and some other friends over for dinner, and you complimented me.”
Wincing, Momo groaned. “Yeah... I remember. I’m still embarrassed about it.”
“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I am flattered by what you said.”
That night, Shouto had Bakugo, Uraraka, Midoriya and her over for dinner. Touya had walked into the dining room, wearing a black t-shirt and sweats. Watching him walk in, Fuyumi had looked up from the dinner table and sighed deeply.
“Touya. We have guests.. You couldn’t have put on something a little... I don’t know—nicer?”
“Sorry Fuyumi, but y’know I wasn’t gonna miss a soba night.”
Momo recalled watching his side profile in that moment. She looked at his bright white strands of fluffy hair, scar tissue that took up most of his face, and the smile that rose to his eyes. He was lanky, all long limbs and big hands.
“Fine” Fuyumi had huffed. “But only because you’re still recovering.”
He’d turned then and looked right at Momo. His eyes were slightly darker than Shouto’s left. A darker, almost turquoise color. Her breathing turned a little shallow.
He is breathtaking.
Touya interrupted her thoughts by giving her a gentle smile. Coupled with his eye contact, Momo’s blush had crept all the way up her face and down her neck. I’ll never think about turquoise the same way again.
Shouto started introductions. “Everyone this is my older brother Touya,” “Touya this is…
“OI! Why do you look like a patchwork quilt?” Bakugo loudly interrupted beside Momo.
“Is everything that comes out of your mouth rude?” Momo hissed at him, giving him her iciest glare.
Bakugo returned it with an equally miffed look.
“Please ignore him." She said. "We all do. He’s never had manners.” Bakugo's stare intensified, his red eyes flashing.
Her voice switched to a soft murmur. “I’m Momo by the way. and I think your scars are beautiful.”
A gentle voice pulled her out of the memory. “Ever since you complimented my scars Mo… I’ve had a soft spot for you. Shouto knows that”.
She was blushing furiously.
“Touya…I…” Momo looked down to hide her eyes from his. “I feel bad knowing this now. I wish I had known.” She sighed. “And if it makes you feel better, I was mercilessly teased by Bakugo for saying that. I think he was shell shocked when I started dating Sho, since it was obvious that I was infatuated with you.”
“You were infatuated?” It was a simple question, but one that made her heart and breathing quicken.
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you ever act on it?” His voice dropped to a low timbre, making her shudder.
“I..I was so close with Sho, and it felt like it would’ve been a betrayal to him to…” She trailed off, looking over at him. She didn't know how to articulate that it seemed wrong to have the hots for her best friend's oldest brother.
“To date me?” Touya’s lips curled up slightly, as if he tasted something acrid.
“And how did that play out? Protecting Shouto’s feelings?”
She was surprised by the bitterness directed at her. “No..Not well.”
“I’ll say.” He scoffed.
Annoyed, she crossed her arms over her chest, as if it would shield her from him; protect her emotions. “Don’t be cruel Touya.” Even if he does have a crush, I wont tolerate his jabs.
“Tch. I’m not.” He said nothing further. His jaw clenched, and his mouth pursed to a thin line. He looked pissed.
She was done with this conversation. There was something sharp in her chest, knowing that he’d reciprocated her feelings for years, and the fact that nothing had come of it. There was nothing that could be done now either. She’d already dated his brother. And now she was here, scrambling through Shouto’s stuff, still without the things she came for. Better to have Sho bring it to me.
“You know what Touya, I should probably head home.” She said resignedly. Stepping past him, she reached for her purse.
A grip on her forearm stopped her.
“Wait.” He commanded.
She felt the heat from his palm flow all the way up her arm. “What about now?”
“Now?...What do you mean?”
“Do you…” He spoke slowly, leaning dangerously close to her ear. “Do you have a current infatuation?” His eyes narrowed, challenging her to make her feelings known.
Coherent thoughts escaped her.
“I don’t know.” she said, after a few seconds.
She was purposely not looking at him. It was the best non-answer she could give. You know the truth. She thought. You’ve always wanted Touya. She risked a glance then and gave a slow perusal of his body. Finally allowing herself to take a good look at him.
His cotton t-shirt was thin, it did nothing to hide his broad chest. This close, she could clearly see a single pierced nipple through the fabric. Her breathing quickened, eyes flicking to his arms, noting the vascularity running from his biceps all the way down his hands. His pants hung low on his hips too— a slice of skin stuck out where the bottom of his shirt was lifted, showing a hint of his v-taper. Jesus...Christ.... She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to feel him. Especially there. Indecent thoughts flicked through her mind. Would he be scarred all the way down? How does it feel to be with a guy who’s stapled? And who has piercings? She felt warmth rush down to her core.
He let go of her arm, the heated contact now gone. Touya laughed, interrupting her thoughts. “If you don’t know, then why are you currently fucking me with your eyes ?” He rasped out.
Horrified, she gasped.
Shit. What do I say now?
“I….I…”
He tilted his head to the side, his voice soft yet demanding. “Use your words”
“I may have a little crush.”
“A little crush huh?” His infuriating smirk was back, tugging the staples on one side of his mouth upwards.
“Fine.” She said. “I probably shouldn’t say this, I’ve always been infatuated with you. Even when I was with Shouto.” Might as well admit the whole truth. The last part of her confession came out quickly.
A smile widened across Touya’s face. She could see the tips of his canines, his gaze predatory as he looked at her. Stepping from her side to face in front of her, he placed a hand below her jawline.
“Careful” he said softly.
She swallowed thickly. Tangible heat was pouring off of him. With all that fire in his veins, and poor temperature control, he probably runs super hot.
“You’re giving me firepower to use against Shouto.” As he spoke, rough fingers slowly trailed up and down her neck.
“He used to parade you around me all the time.” His words were silky, her eyelids fluttering as his fingers slid against delicate skin.
“Maybe it’s my turn to gloat.” She shuddered, unable to stop the goosebumps prickling her skin at his words. Feeling bold, she breathily answered, “Sho probably did that because I could never take my eyes off you.”
Her breaths were almost pants as Touya continued to stroke her neck. His grin was self satisfied, pleased at her words and how he was affecting her. Somehow, Momo found the words to continue. “Guess he wanted me to himself, even though he knew we both had feelings for each other.”
He cursed. “Icy hot bastard.”
“You’re not the first to call him that”. She laughed shakily.
Touya’s thumb moved from Momo’s neck, to gently tug across her bottom lip. She glanced upwards, peeking through her eyelashes. Black pupils slowly eclipsed the bright blue of his eyes.
“I suspect he will call me something worse when he finds out about this.”
His lips crashed onto hers, initially suprising her, but eliciting a moan from her lips. Touya wound both of his hands through her hair, pulling her body into him. His kisses started out hot, languid—slow enough to taste her. Tugging a strand of her hair, he tilted her head back, deepening the angle. He swiped his pierced tongue against hers, causing stars to explode across the back of her eyelids.
The storm brewed outside. Between each kiss, thunder cracked, followed by bright flashes of light. It felt like their kisses were synchronized to the storm itself. Momo parted from Touya and watched as his eyes were lit up by the storm, so deeply blue and full of desire....she wanted to drown in them. The flash ended quickly, briefly glinting across his staples, then casting the room in darkness once again.
They rejoined, and the speed increased, Touya roughly kissing her like he was starving, lips scorching and needy against hers. Momo’s hands couldn’t keep still. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, moved her hands across his pecs, stopping to feel his nipple piercing, which earned her a hiss from his lips. She brushed against stapled skin all the way down his abs. Stroking her fingers slowly against the very place she had thought about earlier, his v-line. She was rewarded, just as he had softly bit her lip…
“Fuck…. baby ” Touya groaned low against her mouth.
That touch clearly ignited something in him, as he pushed her back against the wall, carefully avoiding the boxes strewn across the living room. When her back was flush, all while moving his tongue against hers, he pressed into her. She felt his belt buckle dig against her stomach, along with…
Oh. She audibly moaned. He smiled against her lips.
He’s rock hard.
Any other thoughts escaped her; brain singularly focused on the feeling of him moving against her and his hips grinding into her at a bruising pace. She pushed against him, desperately seeking friction. She felt her core clench, already becoming slick from the pressure. His leg moved between hers, gently parting her thighs and placing his leg at her core. As he gave delicate kisses and bites along her neck, Touya slowly breathed out, “go ahead doll, show me how infatuated you are.”
She let out a half gasp, half laugh. He’s never going to let me live that down. Desperate, Momo rocked against him, already feeling her wetness spread against his thigh. They stayed like that for a few beats, her moving against him, Touya alternating between kisses and love bites down her neck.
Then he stopped. He grabbed her hips, stopping her movement.
She immediately protested. “Touya… wait…”
Voice husky, he laughed at her. “I need you on top of me. Come over to the couch, want you to grind on me.”
“Thought that’s what I was doing already” she giggled.
“Trust me. This will be better.” He laid down on the couch, hand outstretched as he helped her straddle him, her pleated skirt flowing out slightly as she put a leg over. She saw the line of his sight under her skirt—his eyes were blown, jaw tightly clenched as his eyes slowly rose up to hers.
“That’s a pretty little lacy number you have on.”
His compliment sent heat rushing through her body. “Do you like it?” She asked shyly, slowly rocking against him, once, twice…
A low growl escaped him. “It’s very sexy.” His mouth quirked up to one side. “But...it’s red.”
His hips lifted up against her, cock slowly dragging across her slit. Now that she was fully settled on top of him, she felt the full outline of his cock press snugly against her, causing a gasp to escape her. Yep. definitely stapled.
She whimpered out, “Noted.” Of course he’s not a big fan of anything red…
The smirk was back. “Feel good baby?”
White tufts of hair were sticking out at odd angles; his lips swollen and eyes desirous as he watched her move against him. The word “baby” coming from his lips was addling her mind. Her stomach fluttered hearing his raspy voice say it.
“Yes, you feel—incredible Touya.” she moaned, closing her eyes to savor the feeling.
He rose up to kiss her, placing hot, open kisses across her mouth. He presssed the head of her cock against her—she gasped again, loudly, as he hit her clit.
“That’s it Mo. Keep grinding against my cock sweetheart.” He groaned.
She couldn’t help the noises escaping from her, the slight tug of his staples feeling like heaven as they dragged across her slit.
“You like using my body like this?” He said. His hands were digging into her hips as she slid across him. Momo nodded, biting her lip as he met her pace, Touya pressing his hips up against her again and again. The coil in her core was tightening with every movement against his length.
“Such a naughty girl.”
His tone came out low and throaty, unable to stop himself from praising her. “You’ve probably thought about this before, haven’t you?” He moaned again as her core slid against his head. “Thought about rubbing yourself on my hard cock?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Thought about fucking me?”
“Fuck Touya—I—yes, I thought about all of it.” She whined, slightly embarrassed that she was revealing everything to him today.
He grinned. “Thought so.”
His hands began to stray upwards, cupping and grabbing at her chest. He deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
“This ok?” He asked.
She nodded. He made quick work of her bra, unhooking it with his hand as he kissed her, and tossing it to the side. Momo gasped as a thumb softly sweeped over her nipple, causing it to pebble up. His breath hitched, her chest now fully on display for him.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He said reverently.
All she could do was moan in response. He chuckled, looking at the dark spot forming on his pants. “I bet you were never this wet for Shouto.” He gently tugged her nipple, smirking when her hips bucked sporadically in response. It was true, she’d never been so turned on in her life. His expression turned serious. “Don’t worry Mo.. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll forget all about him, that’s a promise.”
Touya brought her down to his level, swiping his tongue across her sternum, licking the underside of her breast, and finally moving his pierced tongue against each nipple, slightly tugging as it caught on her skin. He took his time, paying attention to the noises she made, and lapping at areas that were the most sensitive. That tongue… he could do fucking magic with his tongue. Momo was dripping, so wet she’d soaked the front of his pants, and she was fluttering with every suck and lick of his mouth.
“Touya.. I”
“Use your words baby.”
“Touya” “I’m—close” she breathed out.
He paused his ministrations. “Not yet. You have a little more in you. Don’t cum until I say.” Putting both hands on his chest; her muscles stiffened up, shaking as she rode against him. “Please. Touya-chan— please let me cum.” She pleaded.
Voice hoarse, he groaned. “Fuck. I love hearing you beg for it.”
She continued to rock against him, but her hips were stuttering as she drew closer to the edge. He quickly pulled aside her skirt, and ghosted his thumb across her clit. Momo choked out “Oh myyy goddd Touya—more.”
He pushed aside her panties and stroked his fingers over her sensitive clit. “Alright baby. I’ll be nice. Cum for me.” He whispered, smirking as he watched her eyes roll back, orgasm crashing through her.
She felt herself tighten up and explode, followed by a few seconds of pure ecstasy. Looking down at him, all Momo could think about was how stunning he was. And the way he’d made her finish was nothing short of spectacular.
A warm emotion passed through her, bubbling up in her chest and throughout her body. She didn’t want to place it at that moment, choosing to put it aside to sort through it later.
It took them both a few seconds to recoup, both panting and slightly in shock from what had transpired. Momo glanced out the living room window. The storm outside had cleared up slightly, rain now falling softly against the windows, thunder gone. Neither of them moved from their spot. Touya reached up to run a hand through her hair, then playfully tugged on the end.
“That was…”
“Better than I ever imagined.” He finished her thought. She leaned down and kissed him again, laughing as they parted. “I was going to say that.”
His eyes were pleased as he looked up at her. “So—Since you’re infatuated— do you think we could do this again?”
She punched him lightly in the arm. “Stop saying that word. Jerk.”
He laughed, his voice cracking. “Can’t help it.”
Momo rolled her eyes, smiling despite his cockiness. “Yes. I would like to do this again. In fact..” she quirked an eyebrow down at him, eyes flicking to his obvious erection. “Want me to take care of that?”
His reply was cut off.
BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ.
“Ughh.” She groaned. God help me if this is a hero call. “Thats my phone. I’m sorry Touya, I should probably check this.” Momo slipped over him, tugging on her blouse and opening her bag on the side of her couch to look at her phone.
Oh no.
[12:01] Momo: Hey Sho, I’m on my way over to your apartment to pick up my things.
[12:35] Momo: Hey, I’m here.
[NEW MESSAGE] [2:05] Shouto: Sorry I just saw this. I’ll be at the apartment in 10 minutes.
“It’s Sho. He said he’s on his way over, it’ll take him ten minutes…” she huffed, freaking out. Checking the time stamp, she swore. “That was eight minutes ago.”
Touya looked at her, expression taunting. “It’d sure be a shame if he saw us like this.”
“TOUYA.” She scolded, feeling panic rise inside her.
“Ok shit I’m sorry.” his back lifted off the couch. “If you want you can hide in the main bedroom closet. Text him now and tell him you left.”
She quickly considered her options. She could face Shouto now, post dry humping/hot makeout with his brother, or she could face him later—under better circumstances. She chose the latter option. As she hurried over to the bedroom and shot off the text, she grabbed her purse and bra.
Turning to him, she asked, “And what are you going to do?” Momo couldn’t help but laugh as she watched him stumble up off the couch. Touya’s eyes were still dark, hair and clothing in absolute disarray. “How are you going to explain yourself? You look like you’ve been...”
“Fucked?” He supplied.
She felt her core betray her and clench again.
“Don’t know.” He gave her a self-satisfied grin. “Maybe I’ll tell him you and I had a great time together.”
“Stop. Touya, you can’t.”
He stuck his tongue out at her. “Fine. But I do need to change.” Grabbing her arm and leading her into the bedroom, He quickly pulled his shirt over his head with one hand, lifting from the top, so the shirt rose to expose his adonis belt, abs, and eventually his chest. Holy shit. Wish I had seen him like this earlier. Momo took a shaky breath. She committed how he looked to memory. The markings on his body, the skin grafts mixed with staples, and his piercing. The way his muscles flexed when he breathed, how shadows flickered across the hollow points on his body. Touya caught her lingering stare as he changed.
“Like what you see?” He teased.
Her deep flush was enough for him to confirm that yes, she very much liked what she saw. But before she could choke out an answer, His pants came off next, until he was just standing in his boxer briefs. He pulled out a hoodie and sweats from a dresser, quickly throwing them on as Momo begrudgingly left the show and ducked into his closet.
It wasn’t a moment too soon, as a loud voice came from the front entryway.
“Touya, you here?”
Chapter 2: Desire
Notes:
This chapter is much shorter (sorry guys I struggle with brevity) and mostly focuses on Touya's POV.Hehe. Also,
I know I tagged that Shouto is a little shit, but guys he's really a little shit in this chapter.
Chapter Text
Touya was having quite the unexpected afternoon. Mo walked into his apartment, slightly wet from the rain, and jaw dropping as always. As soon as he hugged her in the entryway, he knew that there was no fucking way he would let her leave after just arriving.
While they were unpacking boxes, he took a long glance over at her.
Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. Bent over, her blouse was just cut low enough for some cleavage to peak through. Her skin looked so soft. He glanced down further, taking in her long, tanned legs under her skirt. She’d smelled like irises and rain when he’d hugged her in the entryway.
He coughed, internally cursing himself for ogling her.
Touya’s crush was a relentless, ever-present thought in his mind. It started when they were younger, and somehow developed into all consuming, obsessive need.
Shouto would bring her around for family dinners often. He pretended that he didn’t feel excited when she’d walk through the door. She always was so warm towards him, more so than other people were.
It wasn’t a secret that he was permanently marred. The only Todoroki with patchy skin. There was always an array of reactions when people saw him. Some people pretended not to notice, others stared. Scars make people uneasy. Looking like a villain was associated with acting like a villain. Which was why, despite his powerful quirk, he remained lower on the hero charts.
Mo treated him differently than most. She thought his scars were beautiful.
She was so kind, and smart too—he’d consulted her to help with his taxes, pro hero reporting procedures, and he’d even asked her once what type of books she’d recommend. He heard much about her through the hero grapevine too. She kicked ass and took names.
He always pushed aside dating her because she was, frankly, too good for him. And she was super close with Shouto, which complicated matters. He didn’t want to interfere in their relationship.
For a while he dated other people. He romanced a few pro heroes, quirkless women, and hell, even had a weird side thing with the villain Hawks. He thought that would be enough to get Mo out of his system.
Wrong.
He remembered the day that Shouto had started dating her. To say he was jealous was an understatement.
First, he drank away his sorrows. Then he had a couple of hookups. They were unsatisfying and did nothing to cool his desire. His final straw was going to the closest prescribed burn area (approved by local firefighters), and burning half a forest to ash.
It did nothing to remedy the deep ache in his chest.
Work somewhat helped. He buried himself in different patrols and projects, so that he’d be exhausted—and his thoughts wouldn’t drift to her. It was only a temporary fix. His feelings came roaring back at the New Years Party.
NEW YEARS—JANUARY 1, 2024
Touya looked up to the entryway banner above him. It was slightly crooked.
He wasn’t a party type of guy. He preferred drinking with a close circle or drinking alone after a long workday. But Kaminari Denki had promised that the Oshogatsu, or New Year’s party, would be the party of the year. Touya had reluctantly agreed, despite the gnawing thought that he’d have to see them—Mo and Shouto, together.
They had been dating for a while. Touya had carefully avoided interacting with the two, blaming work for all the times he missed Fuyumi’s scheduled family dinners.
Not seeing them together had kept his sanity mostly intact. But, at some point he’d have to face them as a couple. The distraction of being around other people (and with copious amounts of alcohol present), seemed like the best-case scenario.
Music blared and the scent of alcohol wafted over him as he walked into the Shibuya club. Despite how dark it was inside, Touya could make out the streamers hanging from the rafters; ostentatious red and gold covering almost every surface. Otoso sake and Amazake was flowing at the bar, and based on how loud Present Mic was talking, Touya gauged that everyone was already buzzed.
Among the private party was a mix of pros. Most of them former UA students that Shouto went to school with. Touya waved to his friend, Himiko Toya. She was in a booth, deeply engrossed in conversation with Uraraka, likely explaining the intricacies of blood transfusions she did as a pro hero—her favorite topic.
For a few minutes Touya talked to other pros. Red Riot, Earphone Jack, and her boyfriend, the party host, Denki Kaminari, otherwise known as pro hero Chargebolt. He was actually starting to enjoy himself.
The music volume steadily increased as people strode out onto the dancefloor.
Pinky was instructing the rest of the Bakusquad how to breakdance. Touya laughed, watching Kirishima accidentally pierce through the floor as he accidentally activated his quirk. Kaminari didn't too much better, falling flat on his face. Bakugo was the closest at perfecting the move, but used a little too much explosion power to spin.
Then his eyes landed on her.
Mo was tangled up in Shouto, his hand gripped firmly around Mo's waist, her gazing up at him. Shouto use a hand to grab her face, slowly leaning down to kiss her. His other hand dipped lower down her body, then slowly gripped her...
Touya looked away and coughed, attempting to dislodge the huge lump in his throat.
Dark green emotions swirled in his mind. Seeing them in public... was definitely fucking worse. Beating the living shit out of Shouto sounded like a decent proposition to him at the moment. His hands heated up, blue flame flickering just below the surface. I need to cool down.
He strode up to the bar and ordered a drink "so strong he wouldn't be able to feel his fucking face". The bartender laughed, then nodded, as if that was a typical order at the club. As soon as the drink slid over the bar, Touya threw it back, downing the entire drink in one go. Fuck the consequences.
He looked over to the dance floor again. Luckily, it was just Mo now— laughing and dancing with Pinky.
Mo was never afraid to wear tight-fitting clothes—tonight was no exception. The gown she wore accentuated her curves, highlighting her chest and waist. As she turned around, the black silky fabric dipped dangerously low. Touya sucked in some air. Her hair was down and slightly curled at the ends, Just how he liked it. She accessorized the dress with a pair of stiletto heels.
Fuck. She is a vision.
Mo spotted him across the room, waved, and walked slowly in his direction, her hips swaying as she walked in her tall heels. Heat flooded through him, and his skin felt tight across his face—as if his staples were digging deeper into his skin. The room blurred a bit as the alcohol kicked in. The club's pounding bass was matching his heartbeat.
“Hi Touya.” She said shyly.
Her eyes didn’t quite meet his. In the darkness of the room, he might have mistaken it, but her face looked flushed.
“Hey there stranger.” He said. She probably noticed his gaze slowly raking over her. Touya didn’t care.
“You look stunnin...”
Before he could finish, Shouto appeared at her side. Grabbing Mo’s waist, Shouto leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. With tongue.
Rage flitted beneath Touya’s skin.
Mo broke the kiss, looking dazed; a pretty crimson settling across her cheeks. Embarassed, Mo swatted at Shouto, cursing him for kissing her like that in front of his brother. A cursory glance was cast in Touya’s direction.
“Oh… hey brother, didn’t see you there.” Shouto smirked. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Seeing red, and not even bothering to excuse himself, Touya walked away.
He purchased an entire bottle of bourbon and guzzled it for the rest of the night, taking long swigs as he watched Mo at the party. She clung to Shouto like he was a life raft and she was stranded at sea— grabbing his shirt to kiss him and smiling up at him every so often. This feels worse than lighting yourself on fire, Touya thought.
At one point, Bakugo screamed at Kaminari for spilling a shot on him, and Mo got up from the bar.
Touya was leaning against the wall at the far end of the club, bottle of bourbon empty and loosely grasped in his hand, when she walked past him and bumped into his shoulder. She turned towards him, giggling as she pressed a hand to his chest.
“Hey there stranger.” She said.
Her head tilted back to look up at him, and unlike earlier in the night, she made direct eye contact. Mo's dark eyes were half lidded and glossy under the fluorescent lighting. She’s drunk, he realized.
“Hey beautiful.” He knew he sounded too wistful. In that close proximity, he could see every eyelash, the way her pupils expanded as she looked at him; even smell the faint scent of alcohol mixing pleasantly with her perfume. She shifted, slowly winding her arms around his neck and pressing into him.
All sense abandoned him.
He didn’t stop to think, not giving a shit who could see them as he leaned into her. Mo whispered softly, “Mmmm. excited for later baby,” while gently tugging on a strand of his hair.
A low groan escaped him. “Mo.”
The bottle of bourbon slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
His hands carefully grazed over her waist, pulling her in closer to him. They stayed like that for a beat; Touya dipping his face into her neck, smelling her sweet perfume, and letting himself drown in it. Finding the open back of her dress, he trailed his hands down the curve of her spine. She shivered and moaned softly in his ear as goosebumps pricked his fingertips. So responsive, he thought.
His long fingers found the dip of her dress. Sliding under the thin material, he felt lace catch on his finger.
She gasped at his touch.
She giggled again, then attempted to untangle herself from him.
“Not now. Wait till later Sho.”
Something crumpled in his chest. He immediately let go of her.
She walked past him, down the hallway to the bathroom. Fuck. I should’ve known better. Mo didn’t even realize who she was talking to. In his own drunken haze, he’d thought her “hey there stranger” greeting was intended for him. In the span of a few seconds, he'd completely lost control with her.
The night could not get any worse. Except it did.
Touya looked up, finding Shouto’s seething glare fixed on him. Of fucking course he saw that... In several swift strides, his brother crossed the room, grabbed Touya’s collar; murderous intent reflected in his eyes.
“What. The. Fuck...was that?” Shouto growled at him.
Touya scoffed, attempting to quickly recover. “Relax baby bro.” He tried to pull away from Shouto’s grip on his shirt. “Your girlfriend is drunk.”
“Care to explain why you were touching her like that?” Shouto hissed, his grip tightening. Grabbing his arm, Touya ripped Shouto’s arm off of him.
“Piss off half baked.”
He gave Shouto a hard shove, venom lacing his words as he spat, “Mo thought I was you.”
Anger pulsed through him. Touya’s palms began to burn, heat expanding down his fingertips, ready to strike. He hated admitting Mo wanted Shouto instead of him. A couple of partygoers looked up, watching curiously as the two brothers argued.
“So you took advantage of that?” Shouto gritted out, his teeth clenched as he stepped towards Touya.
Touya’s staples pulled upwards into a savage grin. This is payback for earlier, brother.
“Now that I think about it…maybe Mo wants to fuck me.”
A fist slammed into his jaw.
One of the onlookers gasped. The taste of copper pooled over Touya’s tongue. He laughed. His comment didn't ease the deep ache in his chest, but it felt pretty damn good to antagonize Shouto. He watched as a green haired figure approached from behind his brother.
“You ok Sho?” Midoriya placed a hand on his arm, looking concerned.
“He’s fine.” Touya bit out. “Doesn’t need your help.”
Weird that Midoriya uses the same nickname for Shouto as Mo does.
Midoriya’s green eyes moved between the two of them. His brow creased. “Maybe you guys should take a breather.” Moving his hand to Shouto’s chest, he held Shouto back from Touya.
There was a rough catcall from the party crowd. “OI!” “Let ‘em fight, nerd!”
Noticing that the music had stopped and most of the party was watching him, Touya made for the exit. Before Shoto could reply, he strode to the entryway and walked out.
He hadn’t even made it home before he contacted a hookup with dark hair. Anyone who closely resembled her would do. He fucked her roughly, repeatedly, attempting to drown out the memory of Mo whispering in his ear.
A terrible hangover, a dark bruise on his cheek, and a million text messages greeted him the next morning. Of course, the first text was from Shoto, asking if they could talk. Surprisingly, the phone call was very diplomatic. Shoto apologized for punching him and mentioned that, thankfully, no one knew why they fought. He added that Momo had little to no memory of the party because she’d been so drunk.
For some reason, Touya was deeply bothered by that. Yes, he felt bad he had touched her when she was that drunk. But another part of him wanted her to know—know that it was his touch, not Shouto’s, that made her react the way she did. But, despite his irritation, he apologized too. Blaming the alcohol in part for his behavior, he explained that he clearly hadn’t been thinking right. And maybe it was the pounding hangover, but Touya didn’t feel like playing coy anymore.
“One last thing Shouto.”
“What’s that?”
“I still have feelings for her.”
A loud sigh came out of the phone. “I know, Touya.”
Now Shouto stood before him, looking warily around the apartment, as if searching for her.
“She just left.”
"I know that, she texted me." Shouto said.
Shouto walked behind Touya and turned to the living room. “What happened here?” His tone turned icy, gaze sweeping over upturned boxes, the couch, and some of his possessions on the floor.
“Told Mo she could look for her stuff, and I helped her.” Touya chuckled. “She gave up and told me she would get it later.”
Shouto stared at Touya. “You certainly made a mess of the living room.”
Ha. You have no idea brother.
Touya replayed Mo’s words in his head. "I’ve always been infatuated with you Touya…." Those simple words had completely obliterated his self-control. The next thing he knew, he was grinding against her, her gray eyes blown, begging him to let her finish… Dont. Don’t think about that right now.
Touya coughed and moved behind the couch to hide his crotch.
“Yeah, well I’m sorry about the boxes. I’ll get this cleaned up. Let me know when you’d like to pick up the rest of your things.” He added, “Is Mo’s stuff even here?”
“Yes.” Shouto pointed to a closed box marked with yellow tape.
“Great. I’ll let her know and she can come pick it up.”
“I’m happy to deliver it to her.” Shouto said.
“No.” Touya said, a little too quickly. He corrected himself, “I already told her I’d shoot her a text when I found it.” Shit. I need to cool it.
Shoto’s head tilted to the side. “Ok.” His eyes casually drifted to Touya’s bedroom.
Touya cleared his throat. “Great to have you over brother, but I gotta run some errands.”
Momo was hunched over in the dark closet, listening to the conversation unfold in the living room. Please just hurry up and get out of here Sho. While they were talking, she quickly changed into a spare outfit she’d made with her quirk. She made a bag as well, stuffing her purse and clothes into it. Satisfied that she was cleaned up, she decided to text Kyoka while she waited.
[ 2:10 ] Momo: Red alert. I may have just made out with and dry humped Touya?
[2:12] K.Jirou: TOUYA? as in TOUYA TODOROKI?
[2:12 ] Momo: Yeah….
[2:12 ] K.Jirou: WTF. How was it??
[2:13] K.Jirou: I need details STAT.
[2:13] K.Jirou: Weren’t you headed to Shouto’s apartment???
[2:14] Momo: It’s a long story, but I’m currently trapped in a closet at said apartment. I’ll text more once I’m free.
[2:14] Momo: And DON’T tell Denki
[2:15] K.Jirou: Roger that. Can’t wait to hear ALL ABOUT IT.
She’d added the last part just in case. Kyoka didn’t often share their private conversations with her boyfriend Kaminari, but Shouto occasionally worked with him, so it needed to be said. After waiting in the dark for a couple minutes, Momo heard Touya announce that he needed to run some errands. Finally.
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Leading Shouto to the front of the apartment, Touya carefully brought the box of Mo’s stuff to the front entryway. “I’ll see you soon Shouto.”
“Yeah. I think we have dinner with Fuyumi next week right?”
Touya nodded, causally glancing down at the shoes in the doorway, expecting him to collect his things and go. That was when he saw it.
Mo’s boots. And her umbrella. Were at the front entryway. Shit.
He prayed Shouto didn’t notice. Quickly putting his body in front of the row of shoes, he set down Mo’s box and handed Shouto his sneakers. Shouto quirked an eyebrow at the gesture but said nothing.
“Give my best to Midoriya.” Touya said.
“Will do.”
Touya felt bad for shuffling Shouto out the door, but he didn’t need him snooping around any longer. He looked suspicious. As Shouto walked back into the elevator, Touya breathed out a sigh of relief.
As she slowly crawled out of the closet, Mo emerged with an entirely different outfit on. Shame. He quite liked her wearing the clothes that he’d ruined her in.
“Did he buy it?” She asked.
“Not sure.” He responded truthfully. “He may have seen…”
“I know.” She winced. “Totally forgot about my umbrella and boots.”
“Well. He didn’t say anything.”
“Good.” she said. They both stood in front of each other, silent for a moment.
Mo started again, “I’ll get out of your hair, just let me get my things.” She slowly walked to the front entrance, with him trailing closely behind.
“Hey Mo.”
She stopped at the entryway. Her gray eyes flicked to him nervously. “Yeah?”
“I meant what I said earlier. I really want to do this again.” He hoped he didn’t sound too eager. “I mean—see you again.” He cleared his throat. “Not just mess around. I mean—if you want to do that too that’s great, but—I wanna see you more.” Despite tripping over his words like an idiot, she smiled at him.
“I’d like that.”
“Then—What are you doing next weekend?” Sweat was pooling in his palms. Jesus. I just made her finish, so why the fuck am I so nervous?
“Nothing on Saturday.” She leaned down, pulling on her rain boots.
Touya put his hands in his back pockets, attempting to look casual. “Great. Can I pick you up at 6?”
She grabbed the box with her possessions in it. Touya pointedly ignored the fact that there was a picture of Shouto and her in the box. She stowed her umbrella in her bag.“It’s a date.” She smiled up at him again.
Finally. He grinned, feeling extremely pleased that she had agreed. Yes, there was still the issue of Shouto. But it seemed like she was more open to it now that he'd admitted his feelings for her.
She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “See you then.”
His eyes slid over her form, watching as she turned to walk out, appreciating the way her dark hair swished back and forth over her curves. At the elevator, she glanced back at him. Her gray eyes were full of warm mischief when she caught where his eyes landed. She totally just saw me checking her out.
“Bye Touya.” Her pouty lips curved upwards as the elevator door closed.
“Bye Mo.” She is my undoing.
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