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Kirishima is different from most of the other boys in his class.
His eyes have always been a little more… drawn to manly displays of strength and character. And he appreciates the effort that goes into growing and maintaining a muscular form, appreciates the kind of fortitude needed to stick to passionate, traditional values. Most people these days don’t have the courage to stick to their convictions, so when Kirishima sees someone who does possess this, he’s come to expect the swell of affection he feels for them. He can’t help it.
The hospital room feels of coldness and isolation. It’s summer, and it’s actually quite warm and muggy outside, but the room smells of an aloofness that chills Kirishima to the bone. The kind of stark, pungent cleanliness that someone can’t get comfortable around. It makes him think of Midoriya, and what he must be going through, and how he’s likely laying restless in his hospital bed, unable to settle.
They might be too late to save Bakugou—god knows Todoroki isn’t shying away from reminding him of that—but a fierce passion burns inside Kirishima. They have to try. They have to.
And he doesn’t think he could do it alone. Besides needing Yaoyorozu for the tracking device, Kirishima knows he’s not the kind of person who could do this all by himself. He’d rush in hard-headed and get himself killed, or he’d walk in circles chasing his tail. He needs Midoriya, and he needs someone like Todoroki, someone calm in the face of danger, and strong, and dependable.
Kirishima looks up from his lap, from where he’s been ruminating on their half-hatched plan, to look at Todoroki. Damn, he’s so—so cool! He doesn’t let an ounce of anxiety get to him, he’s level-headed and composed. Kirishima likes hot-blooded manliness, but sometimes the cool, unaffected dude is more impressive.
Todoroki’s cold makes Kirishima burn red hot.
“Todoroki,” he says, catching the other’s attention. Todoroki meets his eyes, his gaze unwavering, just like his convictions. “You’re really something else, aren’t you…”
There’s no reply to this. Todoroki simply goes back to staring off into the distance, too cool to even give Kirishima a response.
****
The move to the dormitories is an exciting and yet, exhausting time. As soon as the lot of them finish unpacking and setting everything up, the girls get it in their heads to have a room competition. Kirishima isn’t particularly thrilled by the idea; he knows his room won’t win, it’s just not the kind of style girls go for or even understand. He’s proven correct when they immediately turn up their nose and drop comments about how it’s not the kind of room they’d like their boyfriend to have. Whatever. Fine with Kirishima. He’s not looking for a girlfriend right now, anyway.
Everyone is too shocked by the sheer change in Todoroki’s room to really comment on whether they like it or not, but Kirishima does. He really does. Kirishima can appreciate the old-fashioned aesthetic and traditional layout. It’s like in the samurai or martial arts movies he likes to watch, the stone-cold badass who still goes to the shrines to pray and drinks his daily tea, who doesn’t need a soft fluffy bed to sleep on and is disciplined in his daily life.
They go through the rest of the rooms, but instead of feeling as tired as he did before, Kirishima’s mind is racing with ideas. He didn’t realize until now that Todoroki is that kind of guy. He knew he wasn’t some lazy idiot—the son of Endeavor could never—but to see some of that inner passion made evident before his eyes?
“You know? You’re pretty manly, Todoroki,” Kirishima says quietly to him as they’re walking down the hallway to Satou’s room.
Todoroki looks to him, blinking with surprise. He makes a curious noise in the back of his throat, prompting Kirishima to explain himself.
“Like, you’re really strong to have rearranged your whole dorm room so fast like that. It doesn’t even look like the others.”
“As I said, I worked hard.”
“Yeah…” Kirishima’s eyes trail down Todoroki’s arms, to the curve of his bicep showing underneath his shirt sleeve. “You’re pretty ripped, huh?” Kirishima reaches out and wraps a hand around Todoroki’s arm, squeezing lightly. Nice. Kirishima smirks, pleased. Very solid.
Todoroki slowly pulls his arm away until Kirishima realizes what he’s doing and drops his grip, bringing his hands up in a surrender pose and morphing his expression to apologetic.
“Oh, uh, sorry bro—when I see some sweet beef I sometimes lose all my manners!”
Todoroki makes another curious noise, eyes narrowing just the slightest, but he otherwise does not seem bothered by Kirishima’s touchy-feely display. Kirishima feels emboldened; this is a much more receptive reaction than Bakugou had. Even more so than Kaminari, who looked at him with concern and went “dude, that’s pretty gay.” Kirishima doesn’t mean it like that, though. There’s nothing gay about admiring a bro’s jacked arms.
“Hey, what’s your workout routine? Do you think I could join you at the gym some time to see what you do?”
Todoroki shrugs. “I don’t care.”
****
The gym date happens later that week, when they’re all training hard to take the upcoming provisional license exam. Todoroki’s routine isn’t anything special, but Kirishima observes him with interest, mentally noting his form and how many repetitions he does for each muscle group. It’s hot in the gym and they’ve both built up a healthy sweat, and the thin fabric of Todoroki’s white t-shirt sticks to his skin.
“Todoroki, you should take off your shirt,” Kirishima says casually and completely heterosexually. “You’re soaking through it, and besides that, I can’t see how each exercise effects each muscle group this way.”
Todoroki pauses his bicep curl, considering.
“I mean, if you want to,” Kirishima adds after a second, quieter.
Todoroki sits the dumbbell down and peels his shirt off over his head, the way the material clings to his body like a second skin pulling Kirishima’s eyes to it like magnets. He lets out a low whistle when Todoroki tosses the shirt over onto a bench. He doesn’t look like much when he’s covered in clothes, but Todoroki is real thick and solid all over.
“Damn, bro…” Kirishima breathes, eyes trailing up and down Todoroki’s exposed body. “You look good . You got a strict diet, too?”
His face feels warm as he studies Todoroki’s body—the gym must have gotten warmer in the past five minutes, or so it would seem. Todoroki stares at him blankly for several seconds, too long to feel natural, before he answers. “Not really. I mostly eat what I like.”
Kirishima throws his head back, aghast. “Ahh, lucky!”
They finish up at the gym and hit the showers together back at the dorms. Todoroki doesn’t come off as shy like some of the guys, but he still wears a modesty towel wrapped around his waist until he steps under the shower. Kirishima doesn’t mean to stare—he was simply walking by and was going to ask him another question, though he can’t recall what it was, exactly—and catches Todoroki just as he gets under the water, slick and wet from head-to-toe.
His hand shoots out, almost of its own volition, and smacks Todoroki right across his right ass cheek. Todoroki jumps, twisting around to give Kirishima a bewildered look.
“That’s some beefcake you got there!” Kirishima’s voice is full of admiration, and yeah, maybe that’s not the straightest way to compliment someone, but it’s true. Todoroki’s ass is just as well-sculpted as the rest of him. No wonder Bakugou’s intimidated by him, this guy is literally perfect!
“...Thanks, I guess?”
****
Some weeks later, Kirishima stumbles upon a sacred teenage girl tradition: ranking the boys in order of hotness.
It’s late on a Saturday night, and they sit on the other side of the shared kitchen in a cluster on a couple of sofas. A pen waves in the air held by an invisible hand, jotting down notes and crossing out suggestions the other five girls make. Normally Kirishima would not be interested in this conversation at all—attractiveness in no way indicates if someone will be a good hero. But he overhears something Mina says that catches his attention.
“Well, obviously, Todoroki will be at the top, no matter who you include or exclude.”
Kirishima pauses, glass of water pressed to his lips. They’re talking about Todoroki?
He sets his glass down and tries to walk up behind them as quietly as he can. Tsuyu and Momo see him but don’t say anything, and he manages to catch a glimpse of the list they’re writing.
- Todoroki
- Awase
- Kaminari
- Tsuburaba
- Bakugou
- Kirishima
...
The list disappears—Tooru squeaks and pulls it flush against her chest, hiding it from view.
“Kirishima-kun! You scared me…” She breathes a sigh of relief.
“Ranking the guys, huh? I gotta say, I agree with your number one for sure, but is Bakugou really supposed to be that low?”
“Kero, maybe if he smiled more, we could see how attractive he really is.”
“Wait,” says Jirou. “You’re not jealous?”
“Why would I be?”
She smirks. For some reason, it makes Kirishima feel a little uneasy. “Most guys would be jealous and would want to be the hottest, so they could have their pick of the girls,” she explains.
Kirishima shrugs. He’s never thought of it that way. “Well yeah, like, I get everyone has their preferences, but it’s just a fact that Todoroki is the hottest guy in the entire school. He’s so—so manly and pretty!”
“Manly and pretty,” Jirou repeats flatly.
“Don’t you mean ‘pretty manly’?” Ochaco asks.
“Ah, sure sure. You know what I mean though, right? He just really gets my heart pounding, you feel me?”
The girls all turn to look at him, their expressions a mix of amused, concerned, and befuddled. Kirishima feels a bit lost.
****
The cultural festival goes off without a hitch. While Kirishima would have preferred to have had a place in the band, the job he ends up with turns out to be a lot of fun. He gets to work with his buddies Sero and Todoroki, creating the ice shavings that fall over the stage and audience. Plus it’s just too cool to watch Todoroki summon chunks of ice out if thin air—if only he could have such a flashy, strong quirk! At least his is useful for something.
Everything goes as planned, until 1-A’s show is winding down and Todoroki turns to him during a brief moment when they are alone on the rafters.
“Can I talk to you in private after this?”
Todoroki asks it so solemnly that Kirishima has a moment of panic. Did he say or do something wrong, something that pissed Todoroki off? What if—oh god—what if there was more to Kirishima’s joke of calling him and Sero ‘Seroroki’, and Todoroki is going to tell him to keep their secret? Kirishima is confused by his own feelings. He doesn't know why the thought of Todoroki being in a secret relationship makes him feel so sick, it’s not like he’s worried Sero would be a bad boyfriend for him.
In the end, he agrees.
They meet in a secluded hallway in the UA main building after they’ve finished cleaning up after the performance. Large swathes of the school building are left mostly empty since most students and faculty are partaking in the festivities, so it’s not difficult to find a place to have a private chat. Todoroki is waiting when Kirishima gets there, leaning back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He pushes off the wall and straightens up when Kirishima approaches.
“What’s this about?” Kirishima asks, hesitant. His nerves are alight and his stomach feels empty. He can’t anticipate what’s about to happen.
Todoroki takes a step towards him, then another. Kirishima stands against the opposite wall, his anxiety ratcheting up with every inch Todoroki draws nearer.
He stops just short of Kirishima, and levels him with his intense, mismatched eyes.
“Do you want to have gay sex with me?”
…
The seconds tick by, and Kirishima can do nothing but sputter.
“C-come again?”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Kirishima laughs, high-pitched an delirious. Todoroki leans an arm against the wall beside his face, caging Kirishima in.
“I—I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that but I’m just not—”
Todoroki interrupts. “Really? You check me out all the time, touch me, tell me I have nice cake, and from what I read online that seems to be referring to someone’s ass in a sexual context—”
“That’s not what it means!”
“Oh?”
“That’s not how I meant it, in any case!”
“Ah, OK.” Todoroki starts to move away. He doesn’t look upset or disappointed in any way, but Kirishima can’t stop the guilt from springing up.
“W-wait. I just.” Todoroki stops, looks at him. Kirishima’s heart is pounding. “What if I said yes? What would you do?”
Todoroki cups his chin in hand, stroking his thumb across it in thought. “Hmm, I could take you into the bathroom right now and fuck you, if you’d like.”
Kirishima’s stomach is doing flips, and a deep warmth starts to build somewhere lower still. “Oh, man,” he breathes. “Todoroki, you’re so cool. That you can just say that so forwardly without fear…” Kirishima feels tears prick the back of his eyes like he does every time he’s overcome by raw manly power, but he blinks them away.
He’s not really sure if it makes him gay, but he definitely does wanna get his ass fucked by Todoroki. Honestly, who wouldn’t? His dick is probably thick and meaty like the rest of him, Kirishima can’t say no to that.
“Let’s go,” Todoroki says after a moment of observing Kirishima’s inner wrestling. Wow, he even just takes the lead without asking!
Kirishima nods. “Alright, let’s do it.”
****
Todoroki is not really all that suave once they’re in the bathroom.
Not that Kirishima was expecting to be pinned against the sink and kissed until he couldn’t breathe, but in the five minutes since realizing he wants to be rawed by him, he expected...more. As it is, Todoroki goes to one of the stalls and holds it open, waiting with a neutral expression for Kirishima to enter after him. He closes the door behind them, and then it’s just the two of them and a toilet.
Super romantic.
Well, Kirishima doesn’t care for romance. They’re two manly men, right? How do men have sex?
“Can I kiss you?” Todoroki asks, his tone low and eyes searching, and damn , Kirishima actually feels himself swoon. Maybe Todoroki isn’t suave, but he’s still sexy without even trying.
Kirishima leans forward and presses his lips to Todoroki’s, taking the initiative. They’re slightly chapped, yet still soft, his mouth small and narrow where Kirishima’s is wide and sharp. Kirishima suspects neither of them are particularly skilled at this kissing thing, but the longer their mouths move in tandem, exchanging spit and breath and soft murmurs, the less he cares. The less he thinks about anything, in fact.
It feels good. Warm. Soft, yet rough, like he’s not being treated gently because Todoroki thinks he needs it, but because Todoroki simply wants to. The deep warmth in his belly he felt before grows hotter, spreads deeper, and his cock pulses, aches to be touched. They’ve only been at it for a couple minutes, and already Kirishima’s dick is swollen and hard. He can’t quite believe he’s kissing the class pretty boy—no, the school pretty boy. Out of all the people Todoroki could be with, and he’s here with Kirishima.
They break apart for air. The bathroom stall feels stifling, not enough room for them both to move about comfortably, and Kirishima feels even more crowded with Todoroki gazing down at him with his unreadable eyes, his presence suddenly overwhelmingly intimidating.
“I have condoms and lube,” Todoroki says awkwardly, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a small travel-sized bottle and a foil packet. He looks down at them in his palm, and bites on his lower lip. “I don’t know how to use them, though.”
Kirishima huffs a laugh. It’s reassuring to see the unflappable Todoroki Shouto like this. Kirishima clutches at Todoroki’s side, pulling him closer, nuzzling his neck with his nose to hide his smile.
“It’s OK. Um, you can… go in bare? If you want.” He can’t meet Todoroki’s eyes as he says this, but he gently takes the small bottle of lube from the other boy’s palm and starts to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Will this small bottle really be enough? Guess he’ll find out.
“Is this your first time having intercourse?” Todoroki asks.
Kirishima’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. It’s so corny for him to use that turn of phrase, not really sexy at all but, he’s so turned on from making out earlier that it doesn’t do anything to deter his dick. In fact, being reminded that he’s about to have sex only makes him more excited.
“Yeah. But. I know the basics,” he mumbles, and then adds with more enthusiasm, “And I’m sure I’m in good hands!”
Todoroki hums, then leans in and kisses him again.
Kirishima uses most of the lube to open himself up. He turns around to brace against the wall with one hand, and with the other, reaches behind to finger himself. It’s embarrassing to put himself on display like this. He feels Todoroki’s hands grazing along his side, squeezing and massaging his ass cheeks as Kirishima uses first one, then two fingers to stretch and scissor his opening. Todoroki is eerily silent during the process—the only indication that he’s affected by anything being the steadily rising urgency with which he touches Kirishima, and the moment he frees his cock from his pants. It slaps down on Kirishima’s right cheek, heavy and hot, and with it a sigh escapes Todoroki.
“I’m getting impatient, are you almost ready?” he asks, and when Kirishima looks back he sees Todoroki stroking himself with a slow hand, rubbing his palm over the crown of his head to smear precum across the top.
Damn, it is thick.
“Y-yeah,” Kirishima gasps. Embarrassment has turned to eagerness, and he hands over the bottle of lube, now nearly empty. Swallows a moan as he watches Todoroki pour the rest of it on his prick and slick it up nice and shiny.
Kirishima removes his fingers. His legs are shaking, but he does his best to relax himself, tell himself it’ll feel amazing to be taken by such a cool, manly dude. Like being fucked by Bruce Lee, or something like that.
When Kirishima feels the blunt head push against his rim, it rips out a groan from deep inside him. It’s almost too much, at first, and he has to fight the natural instinct to buck away from the intrusion. But then a cool hand—Todoroki’s right—holds onto his hip, soothing and calming him, and Kirishima lets the rest of it work itself in.
It’s slow-going. Hot, thick, the slide smooth and delicious. As soon as Todoroki bottoms out, though, it changes entirely. Todoroki takes the hand on Kirishima’s waist and moves it up to his shoulder, bending him over more, and snaps his hips.
Kirishima clenches his teeth to keep from shouting.
Todoroki speaks between thrusts. “This is fine, right? Tell me if not.” He’s as calm as ever if not for the slightly labored breathing, or the way his fingers tighten impulsively on each thrust in. Kirishima can’t think straight long enough to answer, but he wouldn't tell him to stop even if he could.
Todoroki takes him quick and sloppy. He bucks into Kirishima with a precision and a detachment Kirishima expected of him, but he doesn’t mind. Todoroki ruts into him, leaning forward to press into Kirishima’s back, panting in his ear, hands sliding over Kirishima’s shirt to squeeze his pecs. One of his hands travels down to wrap around Kirishima’s weeping cock and begins stroking him lazily, almost teasingly. Kirishima’s knees buckle from the pleasure.
“Todoroki, please—a little harder.” Kirishima doesn’t mean for the request to come out so whiny, but he supposes that’s just how it is when getting dicked down.
“Alright.”
Todoroki maneuvers Kirishima to kneel on the toilet lid, pressing a heavy hand to the small of his back so his ass pokes out, and resumes pounding away. The new angle hits something tingly and electric inside him, something good, really good, and the relatively hushed cries from earlier gain in volume and intensity. Kirishima is practically shouting with each drag of Todoroki’s prick against that sweet spot, the pleasure unrelenting and building more and more pressure deep inside.
Todoroki brings a hand back down to stroke Kirishima’s cock, and like a balloon filled to bursting, Kirishima does just that. His balls draw up suddenly, his asshole clenches down hard, and he spills over Todoroki’s fingers as he’s jerked off, coming with a drawn out, jumbled mess of Todoroki’s first name.
He’s fucked for a while longer. Kirishima does not take notice of how much time passes from when he comes down from his orgasm to when Todoroki reaches his own peak, but by the time it comes, his ass is starting to get sore, his knees hurt, and his muscles are sore from maintaining a precarious position atop the toilet seat. He feels a rush of warm, sticky jizz fill his insides as Todoroki stiffens behind him, and a shudder wracks through Kirishima at the sensation. He clenches down on Todoroki’s cock, trying to milk him dry.
Kirishima can feel some of it drip down when Todoroki pulls out, and he kinda regrets telling him he could put it in bareback. It’s so messy and a little gross, but Todoroki helps him clean up as best they can in the bathroom, and then they redress, adjusting each other’s clothing so nothing looks amiss.
“Wow, that was… not what I thought was gonna happen when you said you wanted to talk to me.”
Todoroki reaches over and pulls at some of Kirishima’s spikes, reshaping them as best he can. “What did you think was going to happen?”
“I thought you were going to say you and Sero were dating.”
“Oh.” Todoroki pauses, looking away. He scratches his cheek. “That was just the once.”