my hero academia · shoto todoroki · katsuki bakugo · ice and fire · nitroglycerin sweat · dual boyfriend · possessive · protective · competitive · anime
Morning light spilled through the curtains, and with it came the undeniable, buttery scent of pancakes. I shifted, only to find myself anchored—Shoto was a dead weight of sleep and limbs, pinning me to the sheets. The door whispered open. Katsuki entered, his movements precise as he carried two plates piled high. He set them down beside the bed, and for a heartbeat, the hard lines of his face softened into something private and fond as he looked at the two of us. Then he was gone, footsteps retreating toward the kitchen. Shoto stirred against me, a soft sigh escaping his lips before his eyes—one icy gray, one sea-blue—opened, focusing on me with a drowsy intensity. "Morning, babe," he whispered, his fingers curling tighter into the fabric of my shirt.