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If Mirio Togata was bad at one thing (besides keeping his clothes on for any extended period of time), it was remembering to respect people’s privacy.
It really wasn’t his fault. The aforementioned frequent and consistent nudity speckled throughout Mirio’s life left him not too concerned with what people thought about his body. If he was going to be a hero, he couldn’t stop to be ashamed when there were people to save, right? Yeah it may be a bit silly, but it wasn’t in his top priority of worries.
Unfortunately, the counter-effect to both Mirio’s quirk and his relative comfort in the buff meant was that sometimes he forgot that other people weren’t quite as chill with their privacy being invaded so haphazardly. By the time high school rolled around he had gotten a pretty good handle on it, but he still had the few occasional slip-ups.
Case in point, you.
Mirio liked being around you. Even someone who only knew the two of you for a brief moment could tell that. He loved having you near him, making you laugh, and watching you interact with his two best friends. Amajiki had once described him as ‘Not quite love-drunk, but definitely smitten,’ And Nejire had been quick to add that if you could add a fiercely wagging tail to Mirio whenever you were around, it would look completely in place. In short, Mirio was always excited to see you.
So whenever he, Tamaki, and Nejire were making weekend plans, or he thought of doing some extra training, or maybe he just felt like he hadn’t seen enough of you that day, he would pop by your dorm room, phase a hand or a foot or sometimes his whole face through your door, and gesture wildly for you to come join them.
This would prove itself to be a bad idea very quickly.
The two of you had a few encounters before. Mainly ones where Mirio scared the ever-loving shit out of you just trying to get your homework done. These usually ended with you flinging whatever was in your hands at the door in a panic, and Mirio’s raucous laughter echoing down the hallway. Today you were standing in your uniform skirt and bra, sifting through one of your drawers for an undershirt, when you saw a flash of motion come from your door. You turned just in time to see Mirio’s hand disappear through the wood and his face appear instead. The two of you stood in shocked silence for a moment, before he disappeared again, and you heard a loud “Sorry!” From behind your door.
“ Mirio! ” You shouted, tugging on a sweatshirt draped across your bed and throwing the door open, ready to give the blond an earful. Instead you saw him with both hands clasped over his eyes, an embarrassed grin and slightly pink cheeks.
“Sorry! I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies with us tonight!” He chirped, still covering his eyes with one hand as he gestured with the other. “Nejire was telling me about this rom-com that came out, and I thought you might want to see it too!”
Rolling your eyes, you tugged Mirio’s other hand down, and couldn’t help but chuckle when on top of all of that he had his eyes shut tight as well. You gave him a gentle boop on the nose, which finally caused him to open them.
“I’d love to go,” You laughed, gently taking Mirio by the shoulders and directing him towards the elevator, “Just give me some time to get dressed. And do us both a favor and don’t come check on me, m’kay?”
“Yeah! Yeah, sorry! I’ll see you down there in a bit! Bring a coat too, it’s blustery today!”
In your eagerness to get ready, you had actually forgotten your coat. But Mirio was kind enough to lend you his on the walk back from the theater, an enormous grey hooded sweatshirt with some sort of band logo sprayed across the front. You eagerly accepted and Mirio seemed extremely proud to have you wearing his hoodie, the look on his face similar to that of a cat bringing you a mouse it had caught. You looked so cozy and tired by the time the four of you had returned to the dorms that he had just sent you up to bed with the promise that he would retrieve his sweatshirt later.
Well a few days passed, and in the middle of tearing his wardrobe apart looking for that particular piece of clothing, Mirio remembered, ‘Oh! I lent it to Y/N!’ And he hustled up to your dorm room with the intention of just popping in, grabbing his hoodie, and being on his way. As much as he had played it down, the last time he had been up into your room was still fresh in his mind, and he didn’t want to embarrass you any further.
You’d think that would be enough of a deterrent to keep Mirio from just phasing into your room the second time that week. Well, you’d think wrong.
He phased his hands through again, flailing it around a bit to try and grab your attention. When that didn’t work he just phased a bit of his upper body through, just up to his shoulders.
“Hey! I’m here to get my sweatshirt baaaaaaaaa…..” In the middle of his word Mirio locked up, holding out a long droning note as he took in what you were doing.
You were sprawled out across your bed ( cute ) once again wearing his oversized sweatshirt ( CUTE ), but unlike the other night, this time it was all that you were wearing ( HOUSTON WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM ). You had to cuff the sleeves to get them to fit you properly, but you didn’t seem to be all that concerned with them, much more focused on the two fingers buried in your heat and the small bullet vibrator you had pressed just above your clit. You whimpered as you flexed your fingers inside yourself, slumping back and nuzzling into the hood pulled up around your face. With your knees open like that Mirio could see the way your entrance twitched around your probing fingers, slick and glistening in your room’s light.
He had only caught a glimpse of your blissed-out expression before you had realized he was there, snapping your legs together around your hands.
“ Mirio! ” You wailed, equal parts scandalized and embarrassed. That didn’t seem to snap him out of his state though, still stuck droning the same tone. “Get out! ” You grabbed the first thing next to you on your nightstand (which just so happened to be a box of tissues, how fitting) and pitched it at the door with incredible force. The tissue box slamming right through his face seemed to finally bring him back to reality, and he disappeared from your room with lightning speed.
“I am so sorry!” You could hear his muffled voice and footsteps from behind the door as he scurried away like a scolded dog, followed by a brief wham! of him slamming into something, a door or a wall, in his hasty retreat. Beyond embarrassed towards completely ashamed, with your mood totally ruined, there wasn't much you could do besides throw a pillow over your face and scream away your frustration.
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“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod….” Mirio threw the door to his dorm room open and shut with lightning speed, flinging himself face down onto his bed, cheeks burning. “Don’t think about it don't think about it don’t think about it GOD stop thinking about it!”
You were never going to talk to him again. This was the end of the road. You’d probably hide from him at school and not train with him anymore and throw away his sweatshirt that was just so big on you and you had to roll up the sleeves three times just to press your fingers into your tight-
“ STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! ” Mirio grabbed his pillow and shoved his face into it, muffling his panicked yelp. Even worse than the guilt of completely humiliating the both of you, was the guilt of just how aroused Mirio had gotten at the sight of you cozied up in his clothes, pleasuring yourself. Your completely erotic expression, the way your toes curled into the blankets in pleasure, the way the light glistening off of your folds made his stomach swoop and his mouth water…
The way that Mirio accidentally just gave himself a hard-on picturing you after utterly invading your personal space. Oops.
“Traitor,” He moaned, rolling onto his stomach and furrowing his brow at the tent pitched in his track pants. There was no way he could get himself off to the thought of you after that, even if you were coiled up in his big hoodie, getting yourself off while surrounded by his scent.
Wait…
“ OH, MY GOD! ” And just like that, the pieces all slid into place. You were getting off to the thought of him too, burying yourself into the sweater collar and breathing in his scent, fingerings yourself open and picturing him . Mirio felt dizzy, hit by a tidal wave of emotions crashing down on him at once. Elation, embarrassment, shock, arousal all swimming around in his mind, stirring up images and wishes and scenarios.
He shucked his pants off in a quick motion, not paying attention enough to notice when they got caught around one ankle. Carefully, Mirio ran his fingers over his bulge, choking back a gasp at just how sensitive he already was. Fuck, would you have let him stay? He would if you wanted, he’d sink to his knees at the edge of your bed and pull your hips towards him and eat you out till you were screaming. Maybe you’d want him to finger you like you were doing to yourself. Your fingers were smaller than his though, he’d have to work you up to it first, stroking and petting and carefully, so carefully opening you up for him.
He’s even just watch if you wanted him to. You could force him down onto your bed and straddle his hips, make him watch as you pleasured yourself and you’d tell him ‘ To look, but not touch,” And he’d do it . Mirio let out a long, low groan as he finally dipped a hand underneath the band of his briefs to wrap around his aching cock. He worked his thumb hard over the tip, smearing the impressive amount of precum gathered there. A shaky satisfied sigh bubbled up from Mirio’s chest before he could stop it as he finally pulled himself out of his briefs, massaging his cock with fast, desperate strokes. He was already far further gone than he should be at this point, it wouldn't take much to drive him off the edge.
He pictured how you would feel around him, twitching and squeezing and the little gasps and whines you would make in his ear as he rocked into you. ‘ Please, Mirio! Harder, c’mon! Please! ’ Images of you riding him flashed in his mind, the slap of your ass against his thighs as you bounced on his cock until your legs gave out, at which point he would roll you over and thrust into you until you were a drooling, whimpering mess in his arms, clutching his biceps and his hair and whispering his name and kissing him, kissing him, kissing him….
“ Ah!~” Mirio’s hips shot up off the bed, grinding himself desperately into his hand as his orgasm coursed through him unexpectedly. His free hand gripped desperately at his blankets as he pulsed his release over his chest and cock. It felt like it went on forever, just twitching and cumming and gasping until it finally tapered off, leaving Mirio exhausted as he slumped back down to his bed. He wrinkled his nose at the slightly sticky feeling that had splattered all the way up to his chest, and grabbed blindly around his bedside table for some tissues.
Oh god, he was going to have to apologize after this. He’s have to look you in the eye and explain how sorry he was and try to act like he totally didn’t jerk it to the thought of you like some horny teen literally as soon as he got to his room.
Fortunately, Mirio did manage to apologize to you extremely sincerely, expressing how he respected you and never meant to invade your space and it would never, ever happen again. And yeah, he wasn’t quite able to look you in the eyes at that moment, but the look on his face when you handed him back his sweater told you pretty much all you needed to know.