[When Izuku was young, his wings were soft and fluffy, just as messy as his hair, but he didn't mind that. He didn't exactly have a lot of friends when he was little- not real ones, sure he admired Bakugou, but it's hard to call somebody a friend when they spend most of their time bullying you.
So he grew up, his mother the only real source of love he had in his life. His wings are still soft and fluffy, but they're small. Smaller than every one else's, and that on top of being quirkless- well, let's say his middle school years weren't easy.
And then he runs into All Might, and his wings grow, just a little, still healthy and shiny. Then he enters Yuuei and he makes friends for the first time in what feels like forever. They grow a little more. More recently though, they've been getting bigger, he's bumping against doorways and people and having to apologize over and over until he can get used to the new width of them. Izuku figures he can chalk it all up to friendship.
The moment Shouto's fingers touch his wings, he shivers, flush spreading over his face- but his wings spread out, eager for more touch, even as he turns to see Shouto's hand in his feathers. His crush. His crush is touching his feathers. His crush is touching his wings.]
[ A part of his mind thinks to say sorry, to apologize for the gesture, but - Shouto is too fascinated by the feeling of his feathers, the twitch and shift of muscle as his wings spread. He's touched Fuyumi's wings before, preening them of stray, loose feathers where she has a hard time reaching. He's done the same for his mother, too, now that they're in a better place.
But this is different. This is really, really different.
And it feels a little like something has clicked into place as he does it, carding through the feathers gently, carefully. His own puff up a little, where he's got them folded to his back so that they're out of the way. They're just meant to be studying, but this is... distracting? Definitely not studying.
[His wings stretch out, more than willing to let Shouto stroke through them for as long as he'd like. Even as Izuku's face starts turning unmistakably red.
He does like it, Shouto's gentle touch against his vulnerable wings. Still, he only assumes that Shouto cares about him as a friend, like some of their classmates.]
I... yes? Yours have grown too.
[He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and petting through Shouto's closest wing. There's a soft smile once he's started petting, he wonders how much his crush has been contributing.]
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So he grew up, his mother the only real source of love he had in his life. His wings are still soft and fluffy, but they're small. Smaller than every one else's, and that on top of being quirkless- well, let's say his middle school years weren't easy.
And then he runs into All Might, and his wings grow, just a little, still healthy and shiny. Then he enters Yuuei and he makes friends for the first time in what feels like forever. They grow a little more. More recently though, they've been getting bigger, he's bumping against doorways and people and having to apologize over and over until he can get used to the new width of them. Izuku figures he can chalk it all up to friendship.
The moment Shouto's fingers touch his wings, he shivers, flush spreading over his face- but his wings spread out, eager for more touch, even as he turns to see Shouto's hand in his feathers. His crush. His crush is touching his feathers. His crush is touching his wings.]
T...Todoroki-kun?
you
But this is different. This is really, really different.
And it feels a little like something has clicked into place as he does it, carding through the feathers gently, carefully. His own puff up a little, where he's got them folded to his back so that they're out of the way. They're just meant to be studying, but this is... distracting? Definitely not studying.
Definitely not Shouto caring. ]
They're bigger than they used to be.
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He does like it, Shouto's gentle touch against his vulnerable wings. Still, he only assumes that Shouto cares about him as a friend, like some of their classmates.]
I... yes? Yours have grown too.
[He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and petting through Shouto's closest wing. There's a soft smile once he's started petting, he wonders how much his crush has been contributing.]