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43.

"hi," you beam as shoto opens his door. he tugs you inside by the arm and shuts the door behind him quickly, pulling you in for a kiss. you didn't even get the chance to put the hot chocolates down before he kissed you, and you had to pull away before you spilled them. "sho, let me put the drinks down."

begrudgingly, shoto lets go of you and let you put the drinks on the floor next to his futon. you then turn back to him and pull him back onto the futon with you, giving him his hot chocolate in exchange for a chocolate chip cookie.

"thank you," he mumbled, cupping the mug in both of his hands. "and sorry. i couldn't help but kiss you the moment i saw you."

you pick up your own mug and smile around the rim. "you don't have to apologise for kissing me, shoto."

"but i didn't ask for your consent," he says, looking at you with sorrow in his eyes. "i should have asked first, but i just couldn't stop myself when i saw you."

you lean over to kiss shoto's cheek, leaving your lips there a second longer and smiling at him when you pull away.

"was that ok for you?" you ask, and shoto nods, slight hue blossoming across his cheeks.

"that was more than ok," he says, barely above a whisper. "can i kiss you again?"

"of course you can, silly," you giggle and cup shoto's face with your free hand. shoto closes the gap between the two of you and kisses you softly. you'll never get tired of kissing shoto. even though his lips are normally almost chapped, they're strangely warm and he definitely knows how to use his mouth.

shoto says he just does what feels right, which is definitely an understatement as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. you whimper gently and pull away reluctantly, still cupping shoto's face.

"something wrong?" he asks, genuine concerns on his face as he reaches out for your hand.

"no, no!" you reassure. "but i thought you wanted to talk?"

there's a teasing lilt to your voice that shoto picks up on and blushes more at and hides it behind his mug, taking another sip of hot chocolate.

"i do," he replies after swallowing. the lights are off in his room, the overhead lamp on his desk being the only dim light in the room. it's always peaceful in shoto's room, warm and comforting and just like shoto himself. "i just want to talk about anything. everything. more about you. more about me. it's so stressful at the moment and i don't know when we'll get the chance to just be normal kids. normal boyfriend and girlfriend. so talk to me."

you take another sip of your hot chocolate before putting the mug back on the floor and taking shoto's mug from him and doing the same. you lie back on his futon and he does the same, entwining your fingers together.

"you already know a lot of stuff about me, though," you say, looking up at the plain ceiling.

"tell me about your quirk, your family, what it's like having bakugo as a brother," shoto asks and you laugh lightly.

"having katsuki as a brother definitely builds up your tolerance towards others," you answer. "and you know my quirk. one hand breaks and the other hand heals. that's why we're both half-and-half bastards.

"when i first got my quirk, i had to wear gloves everywhere so i wouldn't go around breaking things or even people. kind of like elsa from frozen."

you pause to laugh.

"there was one time where i broke katsuki's arm by accident. i've actually broken a few of his bones quite a bit, but as i got older i obviously learned to control it better. but it still comes out accidentally when i'm frustrated or upset. is that what it was like for you and your quirk?"

shoto squeezes your hand. "a little. i got very harsh discipline from my father when he made me train so i was able to control my quirk from a young age. but it wasn't really good enough for him. he wanted me to master it as soon as i got it."

you could feel shoto's grip on your hand tighten, so you stayed quiet and let him continue.

"that's where my mother always came in. she tried to stick up for me so many times but my father never listened. he hit her one time, and that was when i didn't want to train with him anymore. i cried and cried and cried to my mother and she stayed calm the whole time. i wanted to leave with her but she stayed. and she stayed until the incident with the hot water.

"obviously that wasn't a very nice experience for our family but it shook me. i always knew i wanted to be better than my father but that just made the fire burn brighter inside of me. i had to be better than him. before, my mother was my drive for succeeding, but now i have you as well. so many people depend on me and believe in me, so i have to do well for them."

"i get you," you whisper. "it's not the same but having katsuki as a brother also makes you doubt yourself a lot. his quirk is so flashy and he's got such a bold personality and i've always been left in the shadows a bit.

"everyone here has such cool quirks and i actually felt intimidated by everyone when we first started school - even izuku although he's actually a little bitch and i could beat him in any fight - but i thought you were so cool, shoto. you had an awesome quirk, you got in without even having to take the general entrance exam and you were also insanely attractive. but you were just everything that i wasn't, and it was scary. i was in the same ring as you guys, and it was awesome but also scary.

"what if i wasn't good enough? what if i wasn't strong enough? what would i do then? but luckily, everyone here is so lovely and supportive and it's unlike what i ever thought it would be. and then there's you."

you nudge shoto's shoulder playfully and he chuckles under his breath.

"i'm really not that great," he dismisses. "you're the great one here."

"shoto," you grunt, rolling over and on top of your boyfriend, propping yourself up on your elbows above him so you don't crush him. "just take the damn compliment."

and then your lips meet in another kiss.