Ever since Todoroki met her, he knew she was a walking disaster, with her dyslexia, club feet, and squeaky voice, but he also knew she would be an efficient and perfect partner who knew how to follow what he needed at the moment.

They had been dating for almost two years, but the others found out a year after they started. I mean, they weren't obvious at all! They still treated each other like friends in front of others, they didn't flirt and they kept that cliché of "calm boy and happy girl", "the sun and the moon", one where Todoroki was not passionate at all, he never touched her, he never spoke to her in an affectionate way and he never did anything that showed annoyance when some boy approached her, although some could certainly swear that he stared at them more intently when they approached his girlfriend, which they interpreted as jealousy.

All of this was from the perspective of others, but... Nobody knew what their relationship was like behind closed doors and although there were some conspiracy theories, everyone concluded that they never touched each other even in private... Right?

The moans are heard loudly in the room, the bed creaked with the speed of the thrusts and the boy's low grunts are barely audible in the smoky room. It wasn't even night yet, the afternoon sun was streaming into the room illuminating Shoto's naked and sweaty torso, he leans back and runs his hand through his hair, moving it away from his wet forehead as he looks at his girlfriend beneath him, her pussy squeezing his rock hard cock deliciously and tightly, her legs shaking as she tried to make an effort to keep her legs open, her swollen and red breasts from the kisses moved to the rhythm of her breathing, her thighs were marked with bites and hickeys as was her collarbone, always easy places to hide.