“Goddammit.” Phoenix Throws His Case Files In Front Of Him, The Papers Mismatched In Disarray. “This

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth & Phoenix Wright & Trucy Wright Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Other(s) Additional Tags: Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Returning Home, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), post gramarye trial pre seven year gap Summary:

“You’re not going to leave, are you?”

Miles picks a piece of lint off his lapel. “I did suffer through seventeen hours of plane travel, including waiting in airport terminals, all of it just to see you. I do not believe it’s much of a task to at least offer a glass of water.”

Phoenix groans, a long drawn-out sound; it makes Miles’ mouth twitch. “Sorry, your grace, I’ve been a bit busy, with the whole losing my badge business.” His voice cracks on ‘badge’; Miles pretends he doesn’t hear it. “Forgive me for forgetting common courtesy.”

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Miles continues his habit of flying back home for major events—which Phoenix has a penchant for falling into. But this time, instead of leaving, he stays. +++ Happy Narumitsu week! Not written for it, but I might squeeze in something soon :eyes:. Hope you enjoy!

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My first contribution for the 365 Days of TodoDeku! I love these boys so much and am glad I could be a part of this project!

26th January 2019

Author: Anna

Title: Absolutely Smitten

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences  

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto  

Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, Canon-Compliant AU, Boyfriends, Sparring, Light and Fun

Words: 2,049

Summary: Shouto tries to train on a Saturday morning, but Izuku’s existence puts a wrench in his plans. ________________________________________________________________

Absolutely Smitten

The cold, winter air nipped at Shouto’s nose, so he tried to sink deeper into his scarf to gain warmth from the soft wool. Though he could regulate his body temperature, it was harder to control his extremities at all times; he could still feel a chill on the tips of his toes to the tips of his fingers. He grasped the cuff of his gloves, pulling them down to try and protect his fingers from the morning air. When that didn’t work, he crossed his arms, shoving his hands in his armpits and turning his head downwards, fighting back the wind.

Winter was in full swing, with frost shining on the fields of grass, glistening peacefully in the dawn light. Shouto took to the pathways trailing around the training fields, criss-crossing down the concrete, hoping he could reach the gym by quickening his pace. His blue gym bag hung off his body, swinging with his movements. The trees greeted him, waving their elegant branches in the sway of the biting wind.

The air cut through his lungs, and Shouto bristled with energy. A sharp intake of the harsh air always energized him more than any cup of coffee.

Shouto hoped the rest of his classmates were still sleeping in on this Saturday, as he wanted to practice in peace. He was used to waking up early for training sessions (thanks to his bastard of a father), so he kept up the habit, even after moving into the dorms. His friends generally did not have this same tendency instilled in them. Yaoyorozu even said she reserved Saturdays for visiting her family, a warm tea time spent together to welcome in the weekend.

Shouto huffed. There would be no relaxing for him, today.

As he pulled open the doors to the gym, Shouto was surprised to see the lights already on. The scuffs of feet moving on the mats echoed in the otherwise empty room. Shouto scanned the room, finding the source of the sounds fairly quickly.  A quick, green blur shot around the mats, kicking and punching a weighted bag with ease, the bag swinging back and forth from the force. Green lighting sparked around the form, crackling with immense power.

Shouto’s mouth twitched upwards. Of course. Who else would be awake this early on a weekend, other than his energetic boyfriend?

“Morning, Izuku,” Shouto said to the boy. Izuku jumped in shock, stopping his flurry of movements in an instant. Unfortunately, as he did so, he slipped on the slick sweat beneath his feet, falling to the floor and landing in a heap of tangled limbs.

Shouto chuckled, shaking his head. Typical Izuku. He crossed the room to his clumsy boyfriend, standing over him and raising an eyebrow at the sweaty mess on the floor.

“You alright there?” Shouto asked. Izuku had an arm crossed over his face, attempting to block off the blush growing on his cheeks.

“I’m fine,” Izuku mumbled. “You just surprised me.”

“I can see that.” Shouto smirked. “What are you doing up so early?”

Izuku moved his arm, blinking up at Shouto. “I usually get up this early.”

Shouto furrowed his eyebrows, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “Really? I don’t remember seeing you here until later in the day. At least, not on weekends.”

“Oh.” Izuku smiled brightly. “I normally go for a long run on Saturdays, but I’m switching up my routine. All Might devised a new training program for me, to help in my muscle growth.”

“Uh, huh. I see.” Shouto eyed his boyfriend, examining him intensely.

Well. The muscle training was certainly helping. Currently, Izuku’s t-shirt was stretched to the extreme, the thin fabric struggling to contain the wide breadth of his chest.  Any more muscle mass and he would tear the shirt clean off his body. 

Not that Shouto would complain.

Shouto shook his head. It was too early for those kinds of thoughts. He reached down, offering his hand to Izuku. “Here.”

“Thanks!” Izuku said. He took Shouto’s hand and bounded up from the ground. Shouto really should have been more prepared for Izuku’s weight, but he stumbled a little anyway. Damn, Izuku was dense.

“Sorry.” Izuku chuckled, steadying Shouto with his hands. “I’m a lot heavier than people give me credit for.”

Shouto looked Izuku up and down. Sweat shone brightly on his tanned, scarred arms, trickling down in a haphazard pattern. Izuku’s curls were in disarray, half damp with sweat and the others swept away by his fighting movements. His tight shirt stuck to his abdomen and chest, and his leggings left nothing to the imagination. Shouto’s mouth dried up. “Yeah.”

Izuku laughed again. “Anyways, do you want to train together, since you’re already here? I could go for some extra sparring.”

“Sure. Yeah. Sounds great.” Shouto said, wiping his brain of any impure thoughts. “I’ll just, yeah, I’ll just go change. Yeah. Cool.”

Shouto sprinted away to the changing rooms, ignoring Izuku’s curious look at his abrupt departure and change in demeanor. Hopefully, Izuku would chalk it up to Shouto being half-awake this early in the morning.

However, for some reason, he had never felt more alive.

***

After Shouto had changed and returned to the workout room, he witnessed Izuku’s body bent over his legs, releasing the tension in his muscles and making sure they remained limber for their spar session. Unfortunately, this also gave Shouto a nice—uh—different look at Izuku’s backside, so he quickly cut his eyes away from the sight and internally cursed the creator of leggings.

To regain concentration, Shouto started stretching his own limbs, releasing the stiffness in his muscles and relaxing into their warmth. He normally began his routine with a run, but his brisk walk over to the gym would have to suffice for today. Better to get this sparring over with than risk being distracted by close proximity to his boyfriend.

“Ready?” Izuku asked, having finished his stretches. Shouto nodded, and the two made their way to a nearby sparring ring set up on the mats. It was simple, only lines drawn on the mats to determine whether a person was in bounds or not.

The two stood opposite each other, looking at each other from across the ring. Shouto’s mouth quirked. “This seems familiar.”

Izuku huffed in amusement. “Yeah. Hopefully I don’t end up breaking any more bones. I kind of like being able to use my arms.”

Shouto’s expression softened at his words. The memories of all the injuries he had caused danced around his head. “I’m sorry for causing you harm. You were just trying to save me and I ended up–”

Izuku waved him off. “Don’t stress about it. I did it to myself. And anyways,” He paused, taking a breath. “I wanted to save you.”

Shouto smiled, but said nothing. Izuku returned the grin. Then, he asked, “Are you ready to start?”

“Sure thing, broccoli-kun.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “Alright, ‘Icy-Hot’, let’s see how strong you are without using your quirk.”

“Don’t act surprised when I beat you.”

“First, you’ll have to catch me!”

With that, Izuku sped around the ring, bobbing and weaving in and out of Shouto’s reach. Shouto played defense, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Izuku was smaller, yes, but he had more muscle mass, and he was light on his feet. He knew how to strike quickly and avoid any answering blows. Though Shouto had more combat training overall, since he had been training since he was young, he knew he still had to figure out how to combat Izuku’s speed and mass.

“Stop messing around and actually attack me,” Shouto said, irritated.

“Shh, let me do my thing, lover boy.” Izuku winked. Shouto’s mind blanked for a moment, and with his guard lowered, Izuku shot in, aiming a kick to the right of his abdomen.

Shouto wheezed, clutching his side. Izuku’s wide grin faltered, and he stopped his fighting to move towards Shouto.

“Are you okay?”

Shouto waved him off, trying to catch his breath. “I’m fine.”

Izuku’s brow furrowed. “I thought you were going to block it so I kicked harder than I should’ve. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Shouto said, finally gaining control of his breathing. “Just… don’t flirt with me when we’re fighting? It’s distracting.”

“Oh?” Izuku raised one eyebrow. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird this morning?”

Shouto cringed, covering his heating face with his hands. “I’m sorry. It’s, well those leggings, they’re…”

“Tight?”

Shouto gulped. “Yeah.”

Izuku smirked. “That’s kind of the point? So they don’t get in the way when I’m training?”

“Uh, yeah.” Shouto nodded, dumbly. “But, the shirt, too.”

“My shirt?”

“It looks like your muscles will break free at any moment,” Shouto whispered.

Izuku blinked, staring back at Shouto. Then, he burst out laughing, clutching his side as he heaved with laughter. Shouto watched him, trying to remain irritated but failing miserably. How could he, when Izuku looked so beautiful, like that? With his eyes glinting, his hair shining with sweat, and his mouth stretched in an awe-inspiring smile? It was unfair, really.

“Are you done?” Shouto asked, after Izuku had stopped wheezing, wiping the tears from his eye.

Izuku’s eyes lit up, a certain mischievous glint in his pupils. Nerves trickled into Shouto’s veins. “Mhm. Maybe. Hey, can I show you something?” He motioned Shouto forward.

Skeptical, but intrigued, Shouto walked over to Izuku. He looked him right in the eye. “What do you want to show me?”

Izuku smiled, devilishly. “This.” Quick as an arrow, Izuku shot his right foot forward, hooking it behind Shouto’s leg and pulling. Shouto fell backwards, unable to keep his balance. Izuku followed him, repositioning himself so that when they landed, his legs straddled Shouto’s waist, and Shouto’s arms were pinned above his head. 

The air was pushed out of Shouto’s lungs, but he filled them with oxygen quickly. “What was that for?”

Izuku smiled down at Shouto. “We never said we stopped sparring.”

Shouto’s eyebrows narrowed. “I thought I said to stop flirting when we spar.”

Izuku laughed, letting go of Shouto’s arms as the full-throated vibrations emanated through Izuku’s whole body, warming Shouto to his very core. “But it’s so much fun! And you’re so easy to tease.”

Shouto tried to frown, but seeing Izuku so happy made his attempt at a frown more of a wobbly smirk. It didn’t matter if he had been defeated so soundly when his boyfriend looked as if the sun would have to squint at his illuminating inner light. Shouto watched with amusement as Izuku’s eyes crinkled effortlessly, his freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, and his lips shining in a grin of pure elation.

Shouto sighed, but it came out as more of a chuckle. “Well, I guess you won. I’ll have to try to not get distracted by you in the future.” Shouto sat up, with Izuku still astride his lap. He tucked a strand of hair behind Izuku’s ear. “Though, I can’t make any promises. You always draw my attention.”

Izuku stuck out his tongue. “Such a sap.” He leaned forward and kissed Shouto, light and quick. Then, he winked. “But, I like you, anyways.”

Shouto rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m glad you do.”

Izuku’s eyes sparkled, and he chewed his lip. He sighed, and then hopped up, offering his hands to Shouto to help him up.

“Do you want to keep sparring?” Shouto asked.

“Nah. Let’s go get some breakfast. You’d end up losing again, anyway,” Izuku said, bumping him with his hip.

They walked towards the locker room. Shouto grabbed Izuku’s hand, frowning. “How can you be so sure?”

“Well,” Izuku said. “My shirt is soaked through at this point, so I was going to take it off in the next round.” He turned toward Shouto, winking. “I’d rather not be set on fire because my body is so distracting.”

Shouto blushed furiously. “I’m never telling you anything ever again.”

Izuku laughed, full and loud. He poked Shouto in the side. “Too late. You’re stuck with me.”

They went to get cleaned up, teasing each other the whole way. Their laughs echoed throughout the room, filling their hearts with light and happiness.

Outside, the cold blistered on. But, they shared enough fire to keep warm.

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oh shit… are we in love?

Realizing he’s in love with Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright decides to do what he does best: bluff his way through it.

It’s okay to be in love with your childhood best friend-turned-enemy-turned-rival-turned-best-friend, Phoenix thinks. As long as he never knows.

But there’s not much for Phoenix to do. If he changes his behaviors too much, Miles will know and the whole purpose of keeping his feelings a secret will prove moot.

So Phoenix still touches Miles casually, eats dinners with him, solves cases with him.

The only difference is that he shoves this temporary box of “knowledge and realizations” to the side, unlike in court, where he’d blurt them out as soon as he discovered them.

It would have gone fine. Really, it would. If Phoenix didn’t have a giant mouth that sucked at shutting up.

He’s sitting on the agency’s rundown couch with Miles, parsing through case files while they sip his expensive tea in Phoenix’s paper cups. It’s a quiet moment, silent except for the turning of pages and sipping of tea—its comfort tricks him into speaking the thought that pops into his mind:

“Are we in love?”

If Miles were the type to be surprised, he may have spilt his drink. As it were, as Phoenix’s eyes grow wide in horror, Miles coughs and places his cup down, the only sign he is ruffled the slight shake of the liquid.

“Does that question warrant an answer, Wright?”

Phoenix responds: “I don’t know.”

Miles takes a different approach. “Are you in love with me?”

“Uhhhh.” Phoenix knows he sounds dumb, but like always, he is powerless to stop it. “I mean, yeah?”

“Oh.” Miles coughs again. “How long?”

With the truth released and no rescinding of their friendship, Phoenix relaxes, if only slightly. “I don’t know.” His eyebrows scrunch. “I must have been at least a little obsessed to chase you this far.”

“And then?”

Phoenix wonders if he’s imagining the hope in his voice.

“And then…I guess I was in a position to keep falling.”

Miles’ voice is small as he says: “even knowing what I’ve done?”

Phoenix’s lips upturn at the edges. “Even knowing that.” He lets his gaze sharpen. “It would have been harder to stop than to keep going with it.”

Miles exhales. He picks up his tea. Takes a sip.

“I see.”

Phoenix waits. And waits. And waits. And then he pushes.

“And you?”

Miles chuckles and Phoenix’s heart thumps. “I don’t let anyone else drink this tea.”

“Really?”

“It’s my favorite,” Miles says.

And with that, Phoenix doesn’t need another answer.

He picks up his case files. “If we finish this case, can I take you out on a date?”

Miles laughs, this one full and bright, a sound meant to be heard. “If we have time.”

They don’t. But in the following days, they spend enough time together that it doesn’t matter.

even witches can trip

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