Can we get another part to the jealous todoroki ficlet with maou? ??

talkativelock:

Absolutely! Sorry for the delay, Anon. I have a cold and am a lot slower at basically everything, writing included, right now. I’m going to try to play catch up a bit today and tomorrow though~

Previous ficlet can be found here.

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Shouto goes everywhere with Izuku. This isn’t because he doesn’t trust Izuku, it’s just the nature of their lives at this point. Yuuei decided to keep their dorm program even though the war is over. Being neighbors with Izuku, sharing classes with Izuku, having mostly the same friends, and spending time together in the common area. There isn’t much that Shouto and Izuku don’t do together and Shouto has to admit that it’s nice. He feels lighter, somehow, when Izuku is around and Izuku always has this special smile just for him. This is the closest to happy and content that Shouto’s been for a very long time.

Maou Ryuushin is a bit of a snag in Shouto’s otherwise content life. He’s a grade below them, wide eyed and bushy tailed and completely obsessed with Izuku. He’s tall enough to loom, produces water from his mouth that freezes on impact with objects, and he pops up at Izuku’s elbow all the time. Izuku smiles at Maou, because of course he does, and it makes Shouto feel sick and dark whenever he thinks about it for too long.

Maybe Shouto is being ridiculous. He lets it get so bad that he grandstands his power in front of an underclassman, making it quite clear where he and Izuku stand with each other and where Maou stands in relation to that; which is nowhere. He’s embarrassed by his own actions and Izuku forgives him, Izuku always forgives him. Shouto is content to think that now that Maou knows that Izuku is taken that he will be free of the constant irritation that is Maou’s presence.

He, apparently, underestimated Maou.

Shouto cuts back across campus in the fading light of sunset after running some forms to the administration building for Snipe. He spots Izuku a little ways ahead and the warm happiness that usually settles in his chest at the sight of his boyfriend is put on hold because Izuku is talking to Maou. They’re alone, a backdrop of orange-red trees and mood lighting, and Shouto isn’t stupid enough to not recognize the romance of the moment. Kirishima cried last week at a movie that had a scene just like this.

That hot, sick, darkness is back in Shouto’s gut. He’s frozen mid step, watching the scene play out like a horror movie.

Maou leans over Izuku’s shorter frame and says something that makes Izuku laugh. The wind picks up and shakes a few leaves from the trees. Izuku bundles a little deeper into his hoodie. His curls are tousled everywhere by the wind and Maou reaches a long fingered hand towards Izuku’s face, to brush one out of Izuku’s eyes like Shouto does sometimes.

Shouto moves, he has to move. It’s like when he sees a villain about to strike, slow motion with nothing but the sound of Shouto’s heart beating. He barely gets a few steps, he won’t make it in time. He’s not sure why he has to, he just knows that he does. Maybe it’s irrational but some small part of him that sounds like his father still tells him that if Maou touches Izuku in a situation like this that Izuku could fall in love with Maou Ryuushin. Shouto doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do if that happens.

He doesn’t make it. He doesn’t have to.

Izuku moves, fast as green lighting. His hand shoots up and catches Maou’s wrist before Maou can touch him. There’s something hard in Izuku’s expression, hard like when Izuku killed All for One, and Shouto’s body and mind automatically react to the danger that Izuku must be facing. It’s only lasts an instant, barely a glance, before Izuku lets Maou go and steps back. His face is serious but not so serious that Shouto panics.

“-not really interested, sorry Maou-kun.” Izuku is saying as Shouto gets into hearing range.

“I don’t want to accept that,” Maou says.

“Please try,” Izuku says, gentle and yet firm.

Shouto stops only a few meters behind Maou. “Izuku.”

Maou stiffens. Izuku looks at Shouto and smiles that soft smile that’s just for him. “Shouto.”

“Are you ready to go?” Shouto asks, unable to stop himself from glancing at Maou’s back. “Satou and Bakugou are having their bake-off today.”

Izuku’s face goes slack and then brightens in excitement. “That’s right, I forgot.” With that, Izuku walks. He passes Maou right by and walks to Shouto’s side and Shouto’s chest feels warm.

“Midoriya-senpai,” Maou calls, turning quickly. Izuku glances over his shoulder at Maou and Shouto can’t stop his glare. “I’m not going to give up.”

“You really should,” Izuku says. He sounds annoyed. He rarely sounds as annoyed as he sounds now. “I’m not going to change my answer.”

With that Izuku leads the way back to their dorms, muttering the entire time about guys who won’t take no for an answer. With every word Shouto feels himself relax back into contentment.