Hey! I wrote this fic because I'm really into Boku No Hero Academia, and I really ship Todoroki and Midoriya; this is my way of making a world where they actually are together -because of course that won't be the case in the series :(

English is not my native language so there may be grammatical and synthactical mistakes in the story, don't be too harsh on me! ;)

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Todoroki

Izuku Midoriya was at his desk, his notebook full of notes about his studies on heroes, their quirks and battling strategies illuminated by his lamp light. It was about 11pm, and he was so concentrated he nearly jumped off of his seat, startled, when a heavy knock fell on his door.

Frowning, he clenched his fist, preparing his One For All, and went to the entry of his house. Who would come at this hour to his place, on a Thursday, when his mom was staying at her sister's in Osaka and the only one at home was him, who was not expecting anyone?

Midoriya opened the door, and a strangled cry of surprise died in his throat.

Right before him, Shoto Todoroki, the cold-hearted and blank-faced boy that was his classmate at UA, was curled up on himself, having abandoned his proud height. His face was covered in ashes, and most of the upper part of his body wasn't covered in clothes but in serious, burning wounds.

"Midoriya…", he hardly murmured, until he collapsed on the latter.

Midoriya's previous shock was replaced by consternation, and he covered his fellow student with one arm, bringing him inside his house and closing the door.

"Todoroki", he said with anguish. "You look -you look terrible, come to my bed, we have to do something about this-"

Todoroki followed Midoriya inside his appartment, finally landing on the bed that the green-haired showed him. To the teen's despair, Midoriya left the room, and even if he knew he was going to come back with something to heal him, he tried to reach him with his hand, pleading without a sound: "Don't leave me…"

It seemed to Todoroki that an eternity had passed since Midoriya had gone to find something for his wounds. Nearly fainting, he recalled his father's guttural voice, screaming to him how useless he was while he shot his lethal flames towards him… And that was enough to wake him up again, feeling dizzy by the unbearable pain in his body… Which was curiously starting to ease a little bit…

Through his half-lidded eyes, he saw his green, curly-haired classmate very concentrated while he applied an ointment on his injuries. Even though it didn't calm the shrieking pain of his torso, it progressively started to smooth it. He realised his breaths were less heavy, and that he was more aware of what was happening and where he was. He looked around him, loads of All-Might posters and figures inside the room, and he smiled for his insides. He was in a safe place.

"There. Do you feel any better?", Midoriya asked him, concerned.

"Yes", he said faintly. "What was that?"

"It's kind of a 'secret' ointment my grandma used to do", Midoriya explained. "It has a few medical plants, and other stuff -I don't know, but it actually works", he said, looking at Todoroki's body with a very serious expression.

Then he took a wet towel he had brought. "We have to clean your face as well", the green-eyed said. He washed Todoroki's face gently. This relaxed the teen immensely.

Then his emerald eyes met the heterochromatic ones of his classmate.

"Uh- would you like something to eat? Or maybe you just want to rest, I don't know- my mom's not here until next Monday so there's no problem if you wanna stay over-"

Todoroki's turquoise and grey eyes looked intensely at Midoriya's. "Can you stay with me? I just want that…", a small voice surged from his throat.

Midoriya's eyes widened in surprise. "Uh, ok, um- you want me to sit next to you?"

As a response, Todoroki took Midoriya's hand, dragging him onto the bed. With difficulty, he made place for the latter to sit, and sitting down himself, he rested his head on his chest. Still startled with surprise, Midoriya leaned back, laying down on his bed, and Todoroki's head accomodated on the place where his heart was.

"Please take care of me", Todoroki pleaded. "Please hug me. I can't go back home. I'll explain everything later. But just please hold me".

Midoriya couldn't ignore the effort and sincerity in his classmate's voice to say this, so first a little bit clumsily, he folded his arms around him, but then relaxed when he heard and felt the teen's calm, deep breathing. He had fallen asleep; the medicine seemed to have anesthetized him completely, Midoriya realised with surprise.

Midoriya couldn't be completely aware of how real this was. His feelings towards Todoroki had evolved from utter fear to a little more than an acquaintance, or even a friendship: first, he had seen the binary-colored hair as the big, proud hero that had been admitted to UA by recommendation, who seemed overpowerful compared to his weak and frail use of One For All, which was absolutely shameful. Then, when Todoroki had defied him at the UA's Sports Festival; when he had thought of Midoriya as a trustworthy and deserving rival. And afterwards, when Midoriya had sacrificied himself to save Todoroki from his childhood trauma, telling him he was going to be a hero by himself and reminding him his quirk was his and belonged to nobody else, and so he wanted him to fight him with all his power -at that moment, he knew that something between them had changed. The way those grey and turquoise eyes looked at him -he could almost see a gratitude, and even some sort of affection. And this had finally been ratified when Todoroki had run from Endeavor, during the student's internship, to help Midoriya and Iida in a battle between life and death.

Midoriya's admiration towards Todoroki had never decreased, but with each battle and goal he was reaching, and the more he was learning to use One For All, he had let him feel as if they were actually equals. Two heroes who would have an amazing career, saving people's life and the whole world.

Midoriya smiled. He loved to think hugely, and imagine himself as some sort of All Might, a Symbol of Peace himself-

But then he thought, Todoroki and him would never be equals. Todoroki was so graceful, so strategical, so fast; so powerful. Midoriya would never stop looking at him as someone who was superior to anyone else in the class, and even superior to many pro heroes.

He suddenly realised he had been stroking Todoroki's binary colored hair for a while now. He stopped, looking shocked at his hand: what was with him? Maybe letting him sleep on his chest was okay, but stroking his hair wasn't too affectionate? Or- were maybe both of them too affectionate? What was happening?

He feared Todoroki would wake up with the way his heart had started racing, so he delicately let go of him and sat on the floor. What had he been thinking? I mean, I've always admired him, and I really appreciate his company. Yeah, I really like being around him. And I'm really interested in learning more, or everything about him. And I think of him a lot. But aren't those feelings everyone has towards a friend? I've never really had any friends, so I wouldn't know, but I'm pretty sure this is normal. I mean, it's the same thing I feel towards Ochako, right? And- Iida, isn't it? The negative answer inside Midroiya's head at this was immediately repelled from his brain, and he tried to concentrate in something else.

He looked at his cellphone, and realized it was already past midnight. He had planned to get up at 5:30 am to go jogging, and he was quite tired because of training that day, so he needed to sleep. He thought about his mother's bed, but what if Todoroki woke up at the middle of the night, needing him? Maybe the living room was nearer to his bedroom, and he would be able to hear if his classmate called him for help.

Or maybe… He looked up at his All Might cushion, and realised that the best idea was to sleep on the floor next to Todoroki, so he could be of immediate help if needed. He got up, came back with a blanket to cover his classmate, and then took the pillow and laid down on the floor, trying to sleep.

But he just couldn't. Why, of all people, had Todoroki chosen him to help him? He was shocked about this, but he couldn't deny he felt really happy he had come to him. Why was that? I guess I'm really happy I can help a friend. But why was he feeling so nervous?

Without willing it, he pictured himself all the times he had shot discrete glances at Todoroki while training, fascinated by his elegant yet powerful squirk, and studying his muscled torso, his big arms -he even had tried to look at him when he had undressed in the dressing rooms, taking off his sweatpants, but it had been just once.

Just once. Because of course he liked girls, didn't he? He honestly hadn't had many experiences in his love life, besides pecking one or two girls, and one of those pecks, playing the bottle game. Oh, and he had once sort of kissed a girl, but when her tongue had made its way through his mouth he had been disgusted and had stopped immediately, running away from her as if she was devil himself. And he also had kissed a very close friend to his a few times. But he hadn't been particularly excited about those experiences, really.

What the heck was happening to him? He took his head in his hands. His mother would never, ever forgive him if he told her this dizzying feelings he was trapped in. Because he didn't even want to think of the word itself-

Trying to calm his suddenly harsh breathing, he tried to relax and think about the next day. He would wake up in a few hours, go running, then come back to take a shower and get ready to go to school. He would be with the other guys, he would probably be distracted and not think about the boy who was peacefully sleeping on his bed. Hopefully the latter wouldn't wake up in the morning and come to school with him, or the whirlwind of feelings wouldn't live his head anytime during the day. With these thoughts in mind, he slowly fell asleep…