A Dragon's Heart // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 37: EXPLICIT

Todoroki POV

For the past few weeks that Amara had been gone, the world had been a lot less colourful. She had been engraved within the forefront of my mind, like a song that gets stuck in your head. But now that she was finally back, I couldn't understand my emotions. They felt tangled; a complex mixture of frustration for feeling powerless or a reminder of the depth of my aloneness. I couldn't decide, not that it mattered – Amara broke up with me. It was already late at night, everyone was in bed asleep.

I found myself aimlessly wondering within the common room of the dormitory, pacing back on forth. My mind raced me, scrambling through muffled emotions quicker than I could pace, it was beating me.

"Todoroki?" I heard Momo's voice shimmer through the haze I felt, barely cutting through it.

"Oh, what's up?" I asked, I tried to centre myself to pay attention to the girl. My hands trembled with each contraction my heart took. I could barely hear the words Momo said to me, my mind stuck in the loop of Amara.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay." Her voice seemed mellow, her pale face crumpled into an anxiety ridden expression as she turned away from me. "And now that Amara's back."

Imaginary lights lit up inside me at the mention of her name, for a moment I perked up before wilting like a dying flower. I still loved Amara despite everything that she has done and that probably makes me an idiot. Momo's voice continued to blur into white noise as I felt myself spiral back down the Amara-wormhole.

I was snapped back into the dull reality when Momo pulled me into her lips as she kissed me. The feeling of her against me felt wrong – she wasn't Amara. I instinctively pushed her away, she stumbled for a moment. Her eyes locked onto mine as if they were asking me why.

"What is wrong with you?" I growled under my breath, before storming away back to my room. I needed the space to think, but I lacked the capacity to think about anything else other than Amara. My Amara.

Amara POV

The air in my dorm room was thick with tension and unshed tears. I sat on the edge of my bed, Noodle purring softly beside me, a small comfort in the whirlwind of guilt and confusion that threatened to overwhelm me. I was lost in thought, replaying the events of the past few weeks, when the door to my room burst open with such force that made Noodle dart under the bed.

Todoroki stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that sent a chill down my spine. He shut the door behind him with a resounding click, the finality of it making my heart race.

"Shoto, what are you—"

Before I could finish, he crossed the room in two long strides, his hands gripping my arms and yanking me to my feet. His touch was rough, almost bruising, but it grounded me in the present moment. His heterochromatic eyes bored into mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them.

"Do you have any idea what you put me through?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you, how much I—"

His words cut off as his lips crashed against mine, a desperate, searing kiss that stole my breath away. I responded instinctively, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as fervently. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us in this heated moment.

His hands roamed my body, exploring with a fierce hunger. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue demanded entry, deepening the kiss until I was dizzy with desire. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin as he murmured, "I can't lose you again, Amara."