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“How much do you know?” Midoriya asked Todoroki curiously.
The pair were in Midoriya’s bedroom, the alpha sitting on the floor, barely paying attention to the TV as Shoto simply lounged on the bed, reading a book. “Hm? If you’re asking about my grade point average, that isn’t fully calculated until the end of the semester, Izuku.”
“No, I know you’re brilliant, but...During the U.A Sports festival, when you accused me of being a lovechild, you said that your Dad didn’t want you here, right? He was going to make you a bride, and you mentioned that you went through like...a Housewife 101 course, right?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“But when you and I first...went at it-”
“You fucked me silly,” Todoroki said. “Why sugarcoat it?”
“Well, I was trying not to be vulgar is all,” Midoriya said, tilting his head back to look at him. “But fine, okay. When I ‘fucked you silly’, you didn’t really seem to know the mechanics of your heat with an alpha partner. Kacchan said you needed some instruction. Did your Housewife classes not cover heats, or…?”
“Not really,” Todoroki shrugged. “My sex ed classes weren’t like what Katsuki’s and yours were. It was just...mostly shame. Anti-premarital stuff, please your alpha before all else, submit and your alpha will make you the happiest omega in the world, wear lingire like it was his birthday, but absolutely everyday in case he comes home frisky...” Todoroki drawled, head tilting slightly, remembering the harsh lessons he had been forced through. “My virginity was supposed to be a selling point to make up for the scar, the dowery was gonna make up for my ‘bad’ attitude.”
Izuku made a face, like he’d smelled something particularly bad. “Please remind me to kick your Dad in the balls next time I see him.”
Todoroki chuckled, leaning over the side of the bed to kiss him. “Mmhm. I will do that.”
“What else did you learn?” Izuku asked curiously.
“Oh, the usual stuff. Cooking, child rearing, behaving like a submissive doormat, doing hair-”
“Hair?”
“Yeah. This-” Shoto shook his head slightly. “-is actually a recent development. I cut it just before the Entrance Exam. My hair used to be past my knees.”
“I...can’t see it,” Izuku said softly, turning so he was on his knees, facing Todoroki fully. “Like...I can’t see you being that way, it kind of skeeves me out to even imagine it. Seeing you at some...bride auction in a wedding dress, with your hair that long.”
“Can’t see me in a wedding dress?” Asked Todoroki, eyebrows raising.
“Unwillingly,” Midoriya added, running a hand through the deep red half of his head, and Todoroki leaned into his touch. “I...I just love you like this, is all. Strong, capable, brilliant...The Shochan I met.”
Todoroki leaned in, pressing a soft, slightly chilly kiss to Midoriya’s lips. “This Shochan is only here ‘cause of you, you know…”
“I can’t take all the credit,” Midoriya whispered, leaning in for another breif kiss. “I only helped you see how amazing you already are.”
“Mmn...flaterer,” Shoto chuckled lowly, amused. “Get up here and kiss me right, Izuku,” he commanded, and Izuku jumped to obey, sitting and throwing a leg over Shoto’s waist, leaning over him as their lips pressed together.
They didn’t get particularly far that evening, only kissing. They both knew that attempting anything without Kacchan present was against the rules, so they knew they wouldn’t be doing anything elicit.
Instead, they spent the night cuddled up together, sleeping soundly.