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quarantine was basically torture for a class of super-human teenagers.
while by now they were mostly used to social distancing and online school, the spike in cases of sick people sending them back into complete lockdown was stressful.
when online class started that morning class 1-A didn’t notice anything too strange about their classmate’s, todoroki shouto, room.
there were small things that caught his peers attention, however.
first of all, the room shouto was in was peculiar. well, not really. for all the other students it seemed like a perfectly normal teenage boy room.
that’s what made it odd.
todoroki was known for keeping his room, and overall aesthetic very traditional. the room he was in at the moment seemed way to western for a normal todoroki room.
second, he was wrapped up in some sort of oversized blanket. for the majority of online school todoroki remains relatively modest and proper. he usually got dressed in at least a day shirt, which was much more effort than some of his classmates (i.e. denki being seen in the same shirt for a week since he didn’t even get out of bed for class). the blanket he was coddling himself in was a dusty maroon. it didn’t look very soft except for the very top which had a strip of fluff along the edge. shouto was practically nuzzling his face into the fluff, so it must be soft.
finally, the biggest blow, the reddest red flag to ever fly, was the bald head peeking out from under the covers in the seemingly endless bed in the background of the room shouto was in. now, no one noticed for the first 10 or so minute of class, but when he shifted his camera and the lighting changed it cast a clear view of
the body behind him.
midoriya noticed it first, observant as always. his eyebrows raised but he tried to keep a straight face since his camera was on. he also noticed tsuyu was squinting at her screen, so maybe she see’s it too.
suddenly, the unidentifiable head shifted, and boy, was it a shift. the person's shoulders were revealed, wide, tan and smooth. that wasn’t the only thing to pop out though, because a bare calf stretched out from under the duvet. like the rest of what class 1-A could see, it was tan and muscular. the person's feet were also bare (and very large).
now a good chunk of the class were not longer paying attention to the lesson, but to todoroki’s screen. shouto didn’t notice, in fact, without even looking behind him, he reached a hand out from under his blanket and began stroking the extended calf. it looked like he was rubbing small circles into the muscle, firm yet comforting, but who's to say.
jaws dropped, kirishima rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing this correctly, jirou dropped her pencil into the tea she was stirring with the eraser end. bakugou looked smug for some reason.
the class was surprised (albeit pleasantly??) at the casual affection from their aloof classmate. more importantly, who was the mystery person?
aizawa sensei and more importantly, todoroki, seemed oblivious to the class’s distraction.
abruptly, mystery man began to sit up on his elbows. everyone tried to catch a glimpse of who it was, at this point no one in class was listening to the lesson.
in the end it was mineta who got the best view… because, of course he did.
buff arms pushed mystery man up onto his elbows, leading up to a wide chest and thick neck.
and finally his face
a blocky jaw below masculine cheekbones. a large, but still very straight, nose. there were red marks on his face from sleeping squished into the mattress. sharp eyes that were still a little squinty from just waking up. thin black eyebrows, straight and unkept. a clean buzz cut to top it all off.
“wind man from our license exam!” mineta yelped, either not realizing or not caring he was unmuted.
todoroki already had his camera off by then, he probably turned it off when yoarashi started to rise.
“i beg your pardon mineta?” aizawa sighed, feeling it was too early for this nonsense.
as mineta tried to blubber an apology, bakugou cackled into his mic.
“you idiots didn’t know? icy-hot has been screwing yoarashi since our remedial training!” bakugou wheezed, if the information wasn’t already so shocking, the blonde's laugh would’ve had them in awe.
aizawa sighed at the outburst… not really sure how to handle a situation where his students were discussing one another’s sex life.
before he could intervene todoroki was turning on his mic;
“i don’t see how that’s any of your buisness bakugou.” shouto sounded stern but a rumbling laugh that had a raspy film to it could be heard in the background.
“okay, okay. that’s enough guys. todoroki, please turn on your camera.” aizawa-sensei broke up the nonsense
shouto turned on his camera, his cheeks faintly pink. i’m the background, inasa was pacing around his room, buttoning his white shirt, pants on but still unbuckled.
“todoroki, we are in a global pandemic, why are you at your boyfriends house.” the teacher groaned, sounding irritated.
“ah, i’ve decided to spend this next wave of quarantine at his house rather than my family home. for… personal reasons.” todoroki shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he spoke, not really looking at his camera to hide his red cheeks.
“okay...and why isn’t he in school?”
inasa poked his head in the camera, hat now on.
“ah! hello ua sensei sir!” he spoke with such confidence that todoroki seemed silly for being so shy.
“my school starts later than ua does! we end later however! i do my online classes in the living room so shouto-kun can work in my bedroom!”
it wasn’t necessarily oversharing, but aizawa cut him off anyway.
“ah, how polite of you. well, get ready for school and please try not to distract my class anymore.”
inasa bowed and apologized, and class went back to normal.
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shouto was glad the attention was off him, and was content to get back to paying attention to eraserheads lecture.
as inasa had to go downstairs for his zoom meeting, he knew it was time to steal his cape back. walking next to shoutos chair, he ran his hand through his boyfriends bangs twice, pushing the dual coloured hair off his forehead, and pressing a kiss there. before shouto could make any complaints he swiped his cape off the smaller boy and made a run for the living room.
maybe he should have let his boyfriend complain, because now he was exposed to class 1a in a way too loose shiketsu high school tshirt that slid down his shoulder.
if the class thought sleepy mystery man in the background was scandalous, the multitude of bite marks and hickeys marking shoutos pale skin was heart attack worthy. and they let him know.
yes, aizawa was very annoyed