Thank you for coming!

"Deku,"

Midoriya Izuku is busy contemplating if he did the right thing when he feels a hand pat him on the shoulder. He looks up, only to see Todoroki Shouto smiling gently at him.

"Hey,"

Behind him, the cherry blossom scattered as a strong wind blew.

"May I sit beside you?" Todoroki asks, patting the empty space on the bench next to Deku.

He scoots over. "And yes, you may."

As promised, Todoroki sits beside him.

For a while, they sit together on a bench in the middle of the park surrounded by sakura trees in silence. The wind whistles and the petals spread all over the place. It's such a calming scenery.

"How'd it go?" Todoroki breaks the silence, at last.

Deku takes a moment before he replies. "I honestly don't know."

"Did you tell him what you wanted to tell him?"

Slowly, he nods.

"Then that's what matters most."

Izuku smiles appreciatively. "Thanks, Shouto."

"What for?" Shouto tilts his head to the side.

"For being here."

Once again, Shouto smiles the gentle, heart-warming smile that is reserved only for Deku's eyes to see.

"The pleasure is mine." He stands up, offering his hand. "Shall we go home?"

Home.

Deku takes his hand.

***

Once they reach Deku's apartment, Deku abruptly grabs Shouto by the arm.

"Make me forget,"

"What?" He blinks.

"Make me forget about today,"

Hearing the neediness in his voice, Todoroki needs no time to spare. He cups his face before leaning down, lips softly touching each other.

But Midoriya is having none of those. He grabs Shouto by the back of his head, deepening the kiss between them. Slithering his tongue inside of his lover's, he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Make me forget. Imprint yourself all over me, Shouto.

Shouto does just that.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they are completely naked. Neither of them knows how that happened, but neither of them cares as well. What matters most is the pleasure both of them will indulge in a few moments from now.

"Shouto," Izuku whispers under his breath, pushing him softly onto the bed.

The bed creaks softly as he lands, Todorki lets out a soft oof. How adorable.

"Can I...?" Izuku asks, hesitantly.

"Yes," Shouto says earnestly, rubbing his naked torso against his. "I want you to do me."

Izuku bites out a moan.

"No," Shouto says breathily, my God it sounds so sexy. "Let me hear your voice, my love. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

Midoriya exhales, his legs feel like jelly.

Shouto grabs his cock, slowly stroking it with much gusto. "I want it inside my mouth so bad."

"What's stopping you?" He teases.

Shouto smirks, switching their position. This time, Izuku is lying flatly on the bed while Shouto hovers over him. Shouto leans down over him, before licking the base of his cock until it reaches the tip.

"Ngh!"

"Yes," Shouto says through mid-licks, "let me hear more of it."

"Yes!" Izuku begs, grabbing his hair as he urgently thrusts his hips.

Shouto indulges him, taking his cock deep deep inside his throat. He continues his ministrations, sucking and licking the lights out of this big, pulsating dick. His hands slither over Deku's balls, giving it a soft massage.

"Shit, Shouto!" He gasps.

"Good?" Shouto pulls away, his lips making a loud plop.

"Fuck yeah,"

"I'm glad," Shouto chuckles, continuing to lick the pulsating nerve under the shaft. "You like that, don't you? Whenever I tease this part of your cock, you let out this beautiful sexy moan."

"Aaaaah!"

"That's it, my Love. You sound so beautiful right now."

"I... want to... make you... feel good, too..." Izuku manages to force out through deep sighs.

"You will be when you put this big cock inside of me." Shouto leans over, now they're face to face. "Would you want that? Your cock buried deep inside of me?" He says, his hand quickly stroking Deku's dick.

"Why are you always such a tease?" Izuku whimpers, tears trickling down his face.

"Don't you like it?" Shouto breaks from his facade, looking very alarmed. "I can stop if—"

"Fuck no! You're extra hot when you do this. Don't stop!"

Shouto snorts, trying to shrug off the fact that Deku just described him as if he was a bottle of condiments.

"Shall we continue then?"

Deku nods, over eagerly.

***

That night, the whole apartment echoed with the sound of their gasps and moans. That night, Shouto experience what it felt like to be cherished by Deku, to be treated like the prince that he truly is. The sensation of getting filled to the brim was overwhelming. Yet, it feels good. It feels the best, in fact. He didn't think it was possible for him to experience an even more pleasurable sensation of sex than he already knows.

But Deku completely proved him wrong. And for once, Shouto didn't mind being wrong.

***

"Deku," Shouto whispers, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was sticky with sweat and other human fluids, yet he didn't mind one bit. "Are you awake?"

Deku groans on his side of the bed, not affirming if he was or he's already half-asleep.

"You know, I feel like we haven't spent that much time cultivating our relationship because we're too caught up with everything else," Shouto says, his chest depressing as he breathes slowly. "Now that you've tackled your past head-on, is it okay for me to be selfish? For me to ask for your time this time?"

He doesn't reply, maybe he has fallen asleep. Shouto chuckles, turning to his side to gently ruffle Midoriya's hair.

"Now, I want your attention all on me. I know it sounds childish but this is how I truly feel. I know you still have constraints from your past but know that I'm with you. I'll be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes. But please allow the simple, child in me to have you. To have you."

"I told you, didn't I? That I want to meet the other sides of Midoriya Izuku. The past, the present, and hopefully the future you with me in it. Will it be okay if I meet that Deku now?"

Again, he doesn't reply.

"I love you." Shouto buries his face on the locks of Deku's bird's nest of hair, wrapping his arm over Deku's naked body. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You're awake."

Deku shifts his position, now facing his lover with a huge genuine grin on his face.

"I can say, with all my heart, that I'm ready to give myself to you. I might not be the perfect boyfriend, I may be fucked up, but thank you for loving me either way."

"As you are to me," Shouto says, resting his forehead on Izuku's.

***

"Welcome!" Midoriya greets as the door chime rings.

He turns around from wiping the table only to see his lover arriving, with his usual all-black attire and his laptop bag.

"Hey," Todoroki greets back with his usual monotonous tone.

God, he's so cool.

"What would you like to order?" Midoriya says once Todoroki is comfortably seated.

"The usual," He replies, casually.

"One cheesecake frappucino and black espresso, coming right up!" Midoriya chirps, heading towards the counter to place Shouto's order.

"No PDA-ing!" Iida warns, slipping his head on the small window that serves as a divider from the main restaurant to the kitchen.

"What?" Midoriya exclaims in disbelief. "We barely even deviated from our usual routine!"

"But that tone!" Ochako butts in.

"What tone?"

"That tone!"

He rolls his eyes. "You guys are insufferable. Sato-san," He calls over the counter divider. "they're bullying me again!"

"There, there." Sato humors him, whipping up Todoroki's order. "Here ya go! One cheesecake frappe and espresso!"

"Thanks!"

That day was any other day. There was no if and no buts, just another simple day in the café. It's a café with a story, of intertwining fates.

And today's cafe rings it's bell, signaling its closing, just like this story.

Thank you for coming, see you again!