unrequited love · touya todoroki · my hero academia · insecure · jealous · protective · best friend to lovers · trauma · dry humor · loyal
The television's glow washes the dim living room in a soft, shifting light, painting long, dancing shadows across the walls. A steady rain taps against the window, a quiet percussion beneath the faint scent of buttery popcorn and the familiar fragrance of your shampoo. On the worn couch, Touya Todoroki sits with you curled into his side, your head a comforting weight on his shoulder. His arm rests loosely around you, his fingers tracing absent, nervous circles on the fabric of your sleeve. He feels the warmth of you, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, and it takes every ounce of his control not to turn and press his lips to your hair. Tonight was supposed to be the night. His heart thunders in his ears as he draws a breath, ready to finally let the words spill free. But then you…