3:15AM
pairing: shouto todoroki x reader
prompt: 3:15 – bazzi (only took inspiration from the first few lines)
wc: 1.1k
warnings: none
synopsis: shoto has to catch his flight yet you have other plans...
a/n: this was actually written self-indulgently for myself and my crush LOL but I attempted to modify it to suit todo. Also, todo wears glasses in this for no reason but my crush does. this is literally just domestic nonsense
You were nebulous in the pale moonlight of a quarter past three.
Or, maybe that’s because Shoto wasn’t wearing his glasses.
The sheets hugged your frame snugly, head leaning into him with your arms tight around his chest. Your hair, of course, was an unkempt mess but he still thought it tousled beautifully across your face. Tenderly, he reached to brush the hair away from tickling your cheek, scoffing softly to himself at how cute you looked. You were so beautiful.
The vibrating alarm on the bed-side table shook him from his hazy thoughts, pulling him back to reality. He let out a soft sigh, dreading the unfolding of today as he lazily reached to silence his phone. He could just make out the alarm label.
Flight at 6!! I love you have a safe flight xxx 😊
His smile softened, reminiscing the recent memory of his wife making the very alarm for him a few days prior. God was he lucky to have you.
He fumbled for his glasses, wanting to take a good look at you before he got up for the day. Slipping them on the bridge of his nose, he was met with the dim clarity of your sleeping figure. Now, he could make out the perfect detail to your idle expression. Did he really have to leave you? I thought to himself, smoothing his hand down your side affectionately. He’s gonna hate sleeping alone.
After lowering his head to give your forehead a quick peck, Shoto decided the sooner he left, the sooner he could come back. As carefully as he could, he pried your off me, turning you to face your empty side of the bed. It was usually unoccupied seeing as you always snuggled up to him. Then, with the remnants of will he had, he dragged himself out of bed and to get ready for the flight.
By the time he was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, it was already a quarter to four. Shit his flight’s in less than three hours. Silently cursing, he hurriedly knotted his tie whilst gathering all his belongings.
“Keys,” He swiped them off the tallboy, eyes scanning the room. “Wallet…?” A flurry of panic erupted in his chest as his mind frenzied. Where did I put it, where did I put it? He threw open drawers, delving for the leathery valuable before he put a hand over his back-pocket.
He’s an idiot.
He let out a sigh of relief, nerves slinking away as he double-checked everything again. “Keys, wallet, passport, tickets, phone…” He grabbed his phone off the bed-side table, slipping it into his back-pocket along with his wallet. “Okay, that’s everything…”
Content, he took one last glance at his sleeping wife, anxiety calming at just the look of you. You looked so peaceful, he just wanted to climb back under the covers and go back to sleep with you in his arms.
Despite the time, he couldn’t help himself from stealing another forehead kiss from you before he left. “I love you.” The words rolled off his tongue like he’d said it a thousand times – which in truth, was probably true – in a whisper before I pulled away from you. Now that he was back here in front of you again, the lust to ditch the flight was growing stronger.
“Hm? Shoto?” The voice he was sure he wouldn’t hear in person for the next week, drowsily hummed as you reached to grab his arm. With your free hand, you rubbed at your eyes, staring him down. “You look…really hot…” You giggled, that same one he’d fallen for all those years ago.
He scoffed, fighting the red that threatened to colour his cheeks. He prayed that the dimly-lit room would mask his embarrassment. Bringing your hand to his lips, he planted a kiss over the one that grabbed his. “Go back to bed, love. It’s like four in the morning.”
You scrunched up your face before yawning. “I’m…just waking up that’s all…” Without any warning, you yanked him toward you, causing a ‘hey!’ to leave his lips. “You smell really fresh, were you using my soap?”
A sure smile picked up at the corners of his mouth as his gaze down-fell. “Perhaps,” He enunciated, biting his lower lip. His gaze met yours again, and he felt himself get lost in your e/c-coloured eyes all over again. Despite it all, he had to wake up or someone was going to murder him. “You’re…You’re gonna make me late for his flight.” He dragged himself out of his fantasies, yet his tone was still breathless.
Your eyebrows jumped sleepily at him, a hazy grin on your heart-shaped lips. “You finally caught on,” You pulled him in closer, though he was uselessly trying to pull away. Your lips hovered over mine; gaze solely landed on the small millimeter of space between you. “Maybe I can convince you not to go…”
As much as he wanted to believe your, I chuckled. “I love you, Y/N,” He mused, softly uniting our lips in a kiss. In the outrageous time of four in the morning, all you could hear was the velvet-like smack between your mouths as one affectionate kiss turned to three…four…seven…
“Alright, alright,” He held a finger against your avid lips. “Though I could do this all day, I can’t miss myflight, love.”
Your lips bow, mustering up the best doe eyes you had. “…I love you?”
His heart pounded against his rib-cage at the sacred words that sent me into overdrive. You knew exactly how you could get away with anything with the magic words. Unfortunately, he couldn’t let it slide with the vitality riding on his presence in Seoul.
He planted yet another kiss to your forehead, drawing away with a slight simper. “Not gonna work this time,” Pulling the covers up tighter around your, he tucked you in. “I love you too, Y/N.”
He started regathering his things, heading for apartment door. The trip wasn’t going to be that lengthy, it was only for a week.
Only for a week.
Yeah okay a week wasn’t not only.
He took in the interior of your shared apartment one last time, before he started unlocking the door. Rolling his suitcase behind him, he-
“Shoto!”
He froze, turning around to see his wife messily dressed in your nightgown with sleepy but lively eyes. The next thing he knew, you were running into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle.
He released his hold on his suitcase, returning your hug. “What’s this?” He asked softly, chin resting on the top of your head.
You slightly pulled away, gazing up at him with glistening eyes. “Stay safe, okay?” Your voice is still hoarse, yet that doesn’t take away the meaning in your words.
He cups your face, catching the first tear to fall down against your cheek with the pad of his thumb. He captures your lips in a longing, yet reassuring kiss. “Don’t worry I will, love.”
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