#like it's on rotation forever now um. no i don't wanna talk about it for more than 2 seconds cause then i remember no season two. ever

[archiephd]

seth's drinking touched on just often enough for the audience to take notice despite not once being textually spoken about by any of the characters EXCEPT for lew. who only brings it up to mention how much better a shot seth is after having a few, which is sooooo much. to me

[nyxicnymph]

Hi, hello, hey, can I request a X Thoma fic in a college au. Maybe something about dancing in the rain, I heard a song mentioning it, and now it won't leave my head.

npnp! Thank you for asking!

Rating: Teen and up. Warnings: None. Probably a short thing, I've been rotating this in my head for too long and still have no thoughts.

Thoma watched from around the bookshelf as you banged your head against the table. He winced in sympathy, then debated if he should set aside his own massive pile of work to help you.

His heart won over his common sense, and he set aside his books. He walked up to you, and set his hand on your shoulder gently. "Need some help?"

You jerked your head up in surprise, causing Thoma to pull his hand back and raise both in defensive surrender. Once you took in his figure, you sighed. "Um, well, I don't want to take advantage of anyone, but help would be nice, I guess."

Thoma pulled out a chair and sat down beside you. "Well, what do you need help with? I'm pretty good at most things."

You sighed. "This right here...."

The two of you studied for hours, bouncing back and forth between subjects. It turns out you two were studying almost the same things.

Thoma shut the last book, and a resounding "clap!" rang through the library. He winced, then looked at his watch. "Well, it's almost eight PM, so let's call it quits for the night. We can come back tomorrow, or whenever you'd like."

You nodded, unable to do much more between your stretch and yawn.

Thoma looked away quickly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But something about you... he couldn't place his finger on it, but he wanted to be close to you.

How inappropriate of him, he laughs inside. How audacious.

You slid all your books into a book bag after your stretch, humming slightly. Thoma was getting ready to leave, but you grabbed his sleeve.

"Hey, you wanna grab something to eat? It feels unfair to ask you to help me and then not get you anything in return," you add.

Thome looks at you for a moment, his green eyes unwavering but unreadable. Then he smiles. "Sure!"

You smiled back at him, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "How do you feel about ramen?"

Thoma caught up to you quickly. "I have it occasionally, when Ayaka and Ayato feel like it."

You guys talked while making your way outside, where you stopped in your tracks. Thoma looked out and saw the rain.

You mumbled in worry, patting your pockets down, then rummaging through your bag. Finally, you sighed in defeat. "I don't have an umbrella. I'm sorry, Thoma."

Thoma laughed. "What for? It's not your fault it's raining, is it?"

You thought about it. "I guess not."

"So what's the problem? I don't care if I get a little wet, it might even be fun!" Seeing you still weren't convinced, he set his bag down on the tile. "Hey, watch this!"

He dashed through the doors and jumped in a puddle, effectively soaking the bottom of his pants. Then he twirled in that same puddle, before slightly mimicking the dance moves shown off in a popular idol MV.

You couldn't help yourself as a giggle slipped through your lips. You set your own bag down and stepped into the gentle shower, making your way over to him. "Here, it's like this!" You say, doing the move yourself.

Thoma watched as you continued the dance, mesmerized by the way you'd suddenly stopped caring about the rest of the world. And the way the rain sprinkled in your hair, resting like dewdrops before sinking in and flattening it.

He could live in this moment forever, quiet and content with you.

~fin~

[kagehinataboke]

this is not an exactly prompt from your list, but if you do a 7 minutes in heaven with todobaku (in high school au, college au, canon world, I DON'T CARE) i will propose to you right on the spot. like. marry me. i fucking love your writing so much, is not even funny! thank you sm if you write it, but i understand if you don't so dw your pretty head about it

IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! oml, i’ve been working tirelessly on this for you anon! huhu, i really hope you like it uwu

***

Todoroki doesn’t like house parties. He’d much rather stay at home doing literally anything other than being surrounded by strangers in a dark house. The air smells like smoke, elbows keep hitting him from every angle, and he’s fairly certain 90% of these people are much older—and drunker—than he is. He came as a favor to Midoriya, but he’s already dissolved into the crowd. What a great friend, huh?

Where are you? Todoroki texts, pressing himself against a wall to keep from being crushed by the typhoon of people. Midoriya doesn’t even read it: his phone must be off. What is Todoroki supposed to do now? Wander aimlessly and hope someone eventually takes pity on him and tells him what he should be doing? Parties are the worst.

“Why the fuck are you dragging me to this shitty party? It’s fucking jenga night at the dorm, Kirishima,” someone grumbles loudly from nearby. At least someone else is having as bad a time as Todoroki is. “Seven minutes in heaven?” is the next irate exclamation. “I’m not ten. Can’t we just leave?”

Todoroki finds himself following the loud voice. Its owner seems to have confidence, which is more than he can say about himself. Unfortunately, that confidence leads to the middle of a crowded bedroom full of drunk college students sitting in a big circle around an empty beer bottle. Across the circle from Todoroki is the annoyed boy who doesn’t want to be here. He’s good-looking. White-blond hair, intense eyes, and a sharp face. His scowl kind of ruins it, though. 

“Why do we have to do this?” he mutters quietly to his friend, eyes sweeping around the circle. Todoroki quickly looks away, but he can feel the handsome stranger’s eyes linger on him for a moment before moving on.  

Why do we have to do this? As the bottle spins, Todoroki is asking himself the same question. How does this game even work? he wonders with a frown. Two people go into a closet for seven minutes and… Wait, can you even have sex in a closet? Is that the object of the game? God, I hope not.

“Next pair, next pair!”

What, it’s been seven minutes already? Todoroki studies the returning couple nervously. They look normal, apart from a few shy glances. Surely they didn’t actually do it in a stranger’s closet? There’s no way—

Oh. Todoroki stiffens. Oh no… The bottle is pointing at him. He barely has time to absorb the idea that he’ll be going in a closet with a stranger when the demonic selector rotates again. Please don’t be a weirdo, please don’t be a weirdo, he begs inwardly. Oh. Oh, God. I take it back: this is so much worse. 

The hot, angry blond stranger is staring at him, the bottle forming a direct line between them. A weirdo would be better than this confident, gorgeous boy—but Todoroki numbly gets up anyway, panicking the whole time. He’s never kissed anyone, let alone fogged up a closet… If you can even do that. 

“Remember, no lights or anything,” the game host reminds in a giggling chirp while shoving them into the coat closet. 

The door closes before Todoroki can plead escape, and his seven minutes in hell begin.

***

“Where are you?” a voice says into the pitch blackness. 

“Nowhere.” Todoroki swears inwardly. He can feel sweat creeping across his forehead. “I mean, obviously I’m here, but…” God, this is a disaster. He wants to die. When a warm hand brushes against his wrist, the feeling significantly dissipates. 

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” the stranger whispers, even though he really doesn’t have to. “I’m not a creep or anything.”

“I hope I wasn’t insinuating that I thought you were,” Todoroki whispers back, willing his pores to cool down. “I’m just a bit nervous. This is my first time in a closet. With another person, I mean.” Smooth, Shouto. “I’m afraid I don’t really understand this game.”

“And you played it anyway?” There’s a soft scoff. “You’re an interesting guy.” A slight pause. “I’m Bakugou, by the way. Bakugou Katsuki. You’re Todoroki, right?”

“You know me?”

“I’ve seen you around before. We go to the same university. Different departments.” Another pause. “Fuck, this went way smoother in my head. Nice to meet you, I guess.” 

Todoroki laughs despite his best efforts not to. “Nice to meet you, too. I think… we’ve used up most of our seven minutes.” 

“Okay, so yeah… I might’ve rigged this to give us more time? Which sounds—“

“Creepy?” 

“Yes, but I have a reason. Reasons.” Bakugou pauses again. His hand has gone clammy around Todoroki’s wrist. “This really went better in my head.”

“Why did you want to be alone with me?” Todoroki sighs, throwing him a bone. “We don’t even know each other. Or, at least, I don’t know you.”

“I’ve just… Well, fuck, you could say I have a crush on you? As middle-schooler as it sounds. But that’s how every relationship starts, right? Two people as strangers?” The hand slides further up Todoroki’s arm, fingertips slipping under the hem of his sleeve. “I realize now that doing this in a dark closet isn’t the best idea. Sorry. I’m a fucking idiot.” 

“It’s a bit charming, actually.”

“Really?”

“No, not in the least.”

There’s a long moment of silence before they both laugh. It’s strange, but Todoroki feels as if his nerves are dissolving. Being stuck in a closet with a hot, weird stranger should have the opposite effect. Then again, he seems nice enough, if not a little awkward. Things could be worse…

“Hey…” Todoroki hesitates for a moment before feeling for Bakugou’s shoulder in the dark. This is as daring as he’s ever been, and it’s scary—but not entirely bad. “How exactly do you play this game?”

“…Want me to show you?”

The rational side of Todoroki’s brain says that he should obviously say no, but the more fun part is screaming SAY YES OR YOU’LL EXPLODE!!!

The middle-ground is a quiet, “Sure.”

***

Only when there’s teeth against his neck does the full gravity of the situation hit. Todoroki has never had sexual contact (beyond kissing) in his entire life. Now he’s suddenly got lips on places he’s never even thought about before. It’s intense, but in a way that’s terrifyingly good. 

“Are you okay?” Bakugou whispers, breath hot and hands heavy against Todoroki’s hips. 

“Yes,” he manages through gritted teeth. 

There’s no more talking after that. Todoroki’s mind is a useless puddle of ‘Yes’es, especially when Bakugou’s hands slip under the hem of his shirt. He almost forgets where he is. He’s not thinking about the fact that he’s never done anything like this in his life, and he really shouldn’t be doing it. All he can think about it the warmth spreading up his spine and tingling in the pit of his stomach. 

Todoroki sees stars, tilting his head back to let out a gasping moan that makes his ears go red. His common sense comes flooding back. He must be crazy. He’s never done anything like this in his life. God, is he insane?

“I— W-wait.” Todoroki inhales sharply, and Bakugou lifts his head. 

“What’s wrong?”

Todoroki blurts out the first thing on his mind. “I just don’t think having sex in a closet is the best start to a meaningful relationship!”

There’s silence for one, two, three long seconds. Then Bakugou bursts into laughter, leaning against Todoroki’s chest to stifle the noise. “I can’t exactly blame you,” he says after collecting himself again. “I really should’ve just talked to you like a normal person, anyway. Should we get out of here?”

“…”

“Of the closet, I mean.”

“Oh. Yes, please.”

Bakugou gets up and they both struggle to straighten their clothes in the dark. Todoroki’s eyes have adjusted just enough to see the hand Bakugou stretches out towards him. “Be careful. There’s an umbrella right in front of you.”

“Thanks.” Todoroki takes his hand and feels his way around the obstacle until he finds the closet door. He pulls it open to find the hallway empty, the sounds of bass music pumping up through the thin floorboards. “I guess they forgot about us.”

“That’s okay. I think I might head out, anyway. There’s a late-night sushi bar near here.” Bakugou releases his hand, but pauses a few steps down the hallway. “You… wanna come?”

Todoroki doesn’t even try to tell himself no. “Sure. Let me get my coat.”

“Awesome.” Bakugou doesn’t say anything else until they reach the stairs. “I’m… not coming on too strong, am I?”

“Um… yes, I’d say so.”

“Fuck, I knew it. Sorry. Just punch me if you ever want to.”

“I can’t just punch a stranger.”

“But you can kiss one?”

“I can still say no to going with you, you know.”

“Okay, fuck. I’ll shut up now.”

Todoroki hides a smile against his shoulder. Despite the awkwardness between them, this is the most fun he’s had in… Well, probably in forever.