Note: I've decided to make "Restless" into a collection of one-shots and two-shots that I wrote for tumblr :) This one is lighthearted. Enjoy!

~In which Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go to a photoshoot -Part 1

It's been 3 hours. The gel was trickling down her neck. His too, actually. The heat of the salon lights bounced off the sweat protruding from every pore of his face and he decided then that this could be a form of torture. He would never agree to it again; but the way her eyes begged and pleaded sucked the soul out of him. Ugh. He just couldn't refuse.

Todoroki turned his head to face his partner in crime as requested by his so-called "experienced" stylist.

"Thanks for helping out," Yaoyorozu said. She was sitting across from him with another crew of stylists and advisors around her, and she closed her eyes as another mist of holding spray was applied on her silky, black locks.

"When they asked me to bring a guy to do the ad with me, the first person I thought of was you."

Todoroki winced as his stylist accidentally poked him too hard with the comb for the tenth time that hour. He was starting to think this stylist had something against him.

"No problem," he answered, trying to hide his discomfort and he heard a hearty laugh from afar, "Kaminari, I can hear you."

The blond spectator held his palm against his mouth, and Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

"Let me enlighten you," Yaoyorozu rose a finger in the air like she was a tenured professor. This was her element.

"Heroes have to appeal to the public by any means necessary. So although Todoroki and I may look silly right now, this is just part of our growth as young heroes." She saw Kaminari's stoic expression and continued, "I learnt this during my internship with ."

Kaminari quickly nodded to placate the girl. Never underestimate Yaoyorozu's power to educate.

"Sorry, you look great Yaomomo. I was just laughing at Todoroki."

Jirou, lying low, angled and positioned her phone in front of her face. With a final decision to move one inch to her left, she steadied her hand.

"Smile! Wait, Todoroki can you smile a little wider. No, smile like you mean it. Okay, that's perfect!" Jirou's phone flashed and she went on, "As per Ashido's orders, I am to take as many pictures of the backstage process as possible. She's probably crying right now in her supplementary class."

Yaoyorozu gave a winsome smile, one that Todoroki was sure would have earned her an academy award if she were an actress, and gazed upon her own reflection to examine her appearance. She seemed impressed. Within a brief moment, the stylists told them to get into the dingy little studio with cameras and flimsy backdrops set up by anything but their own accord.

"Okay we'll be watching from here!" Kaminari called out, moving over to the side,"and uhh, Jirou's gonna be our own little 'camerawoman'." He scratched imaginary apostrophes above him for emphasis.

Todoroki was actually, for once, doubting himself.

"We're gonna start with 's solo shots," the camera man said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, " please observe from the side."

Todoroki complied and crossed his arms, moving himself over to Kaminari's right. He felt like one of the audience in a show and found himself astonished at Yaoyorozu's professional demeanor. True, she was in her element when she was teaching and fighting crime, but Todoroki had to confess, modelling might also be her calling.

Yaoyorozu sat gracefully with her legs extended in front of her on sand that was too yellow to be real, beside a beach ball. She was wearing a black bikini, no patterns, just a bunch of straps that was supposed to 'hide' her creamy skin. To add onto the sultriness of the photo, the staff sprayed some water on her chest and limbs to portray a 'hey look I just came out of the water' type of image. Her hair was down and she was holding a bottle of shampoo, levelled with her face; with every move of the camera, her slightly poised head would follow with a radiant smile brighter than the flash itself.

"Excellent," the cameraman muttered with every click of his skillful finger. " let's do one where you're laying down on your stomach, looking into the camera."

Jirou froze, "Hey isn't that a little too…" And she blushed. Her new position made Todoroki's blood boil in places it shouldn't be. Were they advertising the shampoo or Yaoyorozu?

"Great!" The cameraman cried after a few shots, not willing to waste another second, "Okay now could you please come and join her?"

Todoroki glued his fingers together like a glove and slid them down. Wait, where the hell were the pockets. He sighed. He totally forgot he was wearing these thin, red swim shorts with an airy shirt that looked like it came out of a gaudy 1980's closet.

"Hey, shouldn't Todoroki be shirtless? I mean, they're supposed to be at a beach right," Kaminari suggested, eyes looking heavenward as if he was thinking. God, Kaminari do you ever not cause me trouble, Todoroki thought. The cameraman looked hesitant.

"Well, isn't really supposed to be the focus of the shot-"

"Trust me, he has great abs," Kaminari interjected, looking unnecessarily proud and patted his friend's shoulder. Todoroki turned over and took a deep breath without saying a word. Someone control this idiot or he will take a blow to the stomach, slung over my knee in Satan's presence.

The cameraman was convinced right away, " , hurry, take off your shirt and both of you…" He placed a finger on his chin in thought, "lean against each other, back to back, and tilt your heads down."

Todoroki looked visibly annoyed and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it carelessly somewhere beside him, he noticed at the side of his scope of vision that two female staff were ogling at him. He took them in stride and was quick to sit beside Yaoyorozu, who was waiting for him patiently.

The two did as they were told, albeit unfamiliar with the immense skin-to-skin contact.

"Sorry, we're sorta touching," Yaoyorozu said, peeking through her eyelashes. Her eyes were downcast upon her fingers below, giving the boy next to him a clear view of her chest and Todoroki whipped his head around to evade that image from branding into his mind.

"You chose me to help with this because you're comfortable with me right?" Todoroki commented and pressed his back harder on hers. He saw the lens of the camera zoom and rushed to add, "Don't worry, the shot will turn out great."

The next week was a total nightmare for some, but heaven for others. Especially Mineta.

"Oh my gosh," Ashido squealed, flailing about, "You two are on fire! Look at the bulletin board at the lobby!" She landed her hands on Yaoyorozu's desk, staring at the other girl, and continued, "Well I should say, there's only one picture of both of you there, and the others were mainly just you, but still!"

The acid heroine's excitement was superfluous and on the side, Mineta was engrossed with the screen of his phone, looking like he was having a field day. Jirou peered over his lumpy purple head and saw what appeared to be snapshots of Yaoyorozu's ad as the wallpaper on his phone. She gagged.

On the other side of the school, Todoroki and a few others observed as hormone-filled, puberty-ridden guys surrounded the bulletin board with mouths drooling. The fire and ice hero was undoubtedly fending off fangirls of his own that morning, but Yaoyorozu's solo advertisements were magnetizing crowds beyond his scope of understanding. Why UA decided to have these on full display was questionable.

"Midoriya, let's eat lunch here today," Todoroki uttered. The melon bread was slowly being punctured out of its misery in his grasp.

"Why? I thought we were just passing by to check out your shots, well more like Yaoyorozu's shots."

"I don't know, I just think this would be a good spot."

Resembling a human coagulation of darkness, Tokoyami shook his head, "Todoroki, there's a whole assembly of people here. How is this a good spot."

Todoroki didn't take his question into account, and promptly sat down across from the bulletin board, chewing his food slowly. Kirishima shrugged and followed suit.

"Does it have something to do with Yaomomo's posters?" Kaminari asked, lowering himself beside the Red Riot hero and followed Todoroki's seemingly point blank gaze. Todoroki gritted his teeth whenever someone took their phones out to record their own Yaoyorozu memorabilia and gulped down the last bit of his bread.

"Wow, you ate so fast," Kirishima noted as he scooped a pile of rice into his mouth and Todoroki mumbled an incoherent response. One particularly suspicious-looking boy started to pluck out the pins out of one of the posters in succession. His eyes reflected an accumulation of inconceivable lust and Todoroki jetted off his spot as if to lunge at him. His friends' mouths were wide open, except for Tokoyami who acted like he predicted this, when the normally rational Todoroki pressed his hand hard against the dangling poster.

"You're not allowed to take this," his voice was serious but didn't stop the boy from pulling.

"But there are so many anyways," the boy commented casually, "Who's to know? Plus this one is my favourite, look at how great her –"

Todoroki further deepened his voice and lifted his head," The posters are here for…educational purposes only." He knew that was a long shot, but went on, "It's called stealing. If you don't put those pins back, I will physically make you."

"Okay, why don't you try?"

The crowd began to bustle, but no one had the nerves to step between them.

Kaminari exhaled and went to the commotion, "Hey, if you don't put it back. I'll let Aizawa sensei know and he'll deal with you." The boy swallowed hard at that. This first-year probably had his ass kicked by Aizawa once, by the looks of it.

"Uh…fine!" The little thief stuttered, "But…But—"

"Just get lost," Todoroki spewed, eyes glaring indiscriminately, and the crowd began to disband.

Kaminari scoffed, "I just saved that kid from having frostbitten toes, didn't I. Gotta give it to him though, what a brave soul to dare talk to you like this."

The boy's previously anger-plagued eyes softened, "Thanks, I don't know what came over me. Just a sense of justice, probably."

"Sure, justice," Kirishima slogged over, a piece of rice stuck on the edge of his chin, "I feel like it's more of another word that starts with a 'j'…mmm…what could it be?"

"Jealousy?" Kaminari teased and they both chuckled.

"Oh man, he's not even denying it!"

"Should we go now, or does Todoroki here wanna continue playing tower defense?" Tokoyami joined.

"Good one," Kirishima high-fived the birdman as the latter did a lopsided grin. These guys were deadly when they're together. Midoriya stifled a laugh too, but did not chime in, watching as Todoroki turned his back to them without even a hint of protest.

"That…that happened?!" Yaoyorozu covered her face in embarrassment when Kirishima and Kaminari re-enacted the whole scene for her.

"Yeah and he was all like 'oh my god I'll kick you until you cried for your mommy' and he looked so pissed, he had steam coming out of his ears!" Kirishima mocked and began to laugh hysterically.

Kaminari held his stomach in pain, "and I swear he was –"

A sudden chill creeped down both of their spines.

"Are you guys done?" Todoroki came out of the blue and glowered. Kaminari looked taken aback and pulled Kirishima to run for their lives, leaving the two alone to drown in discomfort amongst the quiet line of lockers.

Yaoyorozu fiddled with a piece of her bangs, "Thanks for doing the photo shoot the other day. If you'd like we could do another one? I was asked to do a car commercial."

Todoroki still had an unreadable expression and she frowned, "or not…?"

He thought for a moment and considered her proposal, "Sure, I wouldn't mind." She nodded happily. Her hands fished inside her backpack, and pulled out something small enough to fit in her palm.

"Before I forget," she held out her hand, "give me your wallet."

The boy cocked an eyebrow but did as told. Yaoyorozu swiftly opened his bifold and slipped in the thing in hand. Curiously, he checked the inside when she returned it. At the front transparent pocket, was a photo of them, clad in skimpy swim wear and looking ecstatic.

"The studio gave us each a smaller version to keep," she commented with a triumphant smile, "I hope you won't lose it."

"Mm, I'll take good care of it," he responded, "What Kaminari and Kirishima said, could you forget about it?" The last part was added to ease his conscience.

"Yeah of…of course! You did it out of the goodness of your heart! Those two were just joking!" She flopped her hand in the air to appeal for his approval and he relaxed. Watching as he stretched the muscles of his neck, she draped her bag over her shoulders.

"I have to go now," she waved her hands, "see you tomorrow."

"Wait, it's getting dark. I'll walk with you back to the dorm, Yaoyorozu."

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected offer and followed his footsteps, walking in tandem.

It could be just her overactive imagination, but she had to admit, they did look amazing together.