Shoto Todoroki bhated long-distance relationships. Not because he didn’t love his boyfriend—hell, that was the only reason he put up with it—but because it was frustrating as hell. A whole damn year apart, and all they had were late-night FaceTime calls, slow texts, and letters.

And now?

Sorry, babe. Got a mission. I’ll text when I can. Love you.

A mission. Right before their anniversary. Shoto had stared at that message last night, with a sad face, He knew hero training in America was intense, especially when you were there on an exchange, but really? His boyfriend couldn’t even guarantee he'd be free to call?

Yeah... It's fine

He was in a bad mood all day.

Class? Boring. Training? Boring. His friends? annoying . By the time evening rolled around, he just wanted to shower and sleep. No reason to awake if his boyfriend wasn’t even available to talk.

But when he opened his dorm door, he stopped in his tracks.

Because there, sitting on his bed, was his boyfriend.

"Hi." He said, like he hadn’t just traveled across the damn world to be here. Like this wasn’t the best goddamn surprise Shoto had ever gotten.

For a moment, Shoto just stared. His brain short-circuited.

Then he slammed the door shut and huffed

"You jerk," Shoto muttered, voice shaky with something he refused to call relief. "You said you had a mission!"

His boyfriend laughed, and fuck did Shoto miss that sound. "Yeah, well, it was a mission to get back here in time, so I wasn’t lying."

"Idiot," shoto muttered. As his boyfriend grabbed him by the waist pulling shoto close to him

"Are you mad~"

Of course he was he was sad and mad but mostly relieved and happy

So instead of answering, he yanked him forward, crashing their lips together.