The Summer Sun That Blows My Mind 2/4
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crezhulTitle: The Summer Sun That Blows My Mind
Author:crezhul
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance
Rating: T
Content: Yaoi, Major Manga Spoilers
Summary: Todoroki and Midoriya heed Fuyumi's advice of voluteering at a farm. But the young heroes soon find themselves in over their heads.
The Summer Sun That Blows My Mind
Chapter Two:
When the alarm buzzed the following day, Izuku drew Shouto closer to his chest, instead of reaching for the clock.
"Morning, Shouto," he murmured, voice thick from sleep.
Keeping mismatched eyes closed, Shouto basked in his lover's warmth. "Good morning, Izuku."
"You sound as tired as...I feel," Shouto said a few beats later, convinced morning came too early on the Fujiwara farm.
Stifling a yawn, Izuku stretched a leg out. "I am —
chasing down villains is somehow less taxing than this farm work."
"It is," Shouto agreed, wondering how this work could tire two fit heroes so.
Yesterday's chores included mucking stalls, repairing sheds and flitting all over the farm like ants to complete various tasks. Yet it rendered both men boneless, despite the pair having done far more stressful work as Pro Heroes.
Sharing a soft kiss, they climbed out of bed next, ready to face another day on the Fujiwara farm.
Cicadas chirped and breeze from the mountains swept through the farm, brushing against Shouto's and Izuku's skin as they trudged to the storeroom, fetching grain and a basket.
Pushing open the door to the chicken run, Shouto froze, all traces of sleepiness fleeing him.
Chickens squawked, flocking to Shouto faster than any fan ever had. He took a step back, tossed grain on the floor, preventing the eager chickens from coming any closer.
Laying a hand on Shouto's shoulder, Izuku tried to reassure him."They are harmless, Shouto."
"Hn." A wary Shouto eyed the chickens that gobbled down the feed, their beaks dotting the ground. None of the other farm animals or villains unsettled him like these feathered creatures.
"It's the mother hens that are actually dangerous." Izuku headed over to the chicken coops, peeking inside.
"Why is that?" Shouto tossed more grain on to the ground.
"They're very protective of their young, they'll even fly at anyone who comes near them." Izuku carefully added an egg to the wicker basket.
Like our mothers. Shouto thought and opened his mouth to voice this but the unexpected cut him off.
The flapping of wings was the sole warning before a chicken glided towards Shouto head, landed on red and white hair before launching itself into the chicken coop.
Shouto blinked, taken back by the audacious creature that used his head as a springboard. "It's surprisingly heavy."
A smiling Izuku approached him with a full basket of eggs, reaching out a hand to smooth over Shouto's messy hair. "But it was harmless right?"
Shouto did not disagree with his partner.
Feeding more animals, milking the cows and taking the cattle out to graze on the pastures comprised a small fraction of the heroes' next chores on the farm.
Armed with sickles and sacks now, Shouto and Izuku stood before an endless field of swaying corn stalks.
"Let's do this!" Izuku adjusted the straw hat on his head and marched ahead, reaching for a stalk.
You're fired up. Shouto mused, joining him in the adjacent row.
Hooking the blade into a towering stalk, Shouto got used to the feel of the sickle in his hand; Support did not provide tools like these.
Izuku cast a glance over his shoulder at Shouto, and curved his lips. "Someone is a little slow today. Can't use Flash Fire steps huh?"
"Not everyone's Quirk is suited for this work." Shouto dropped another ear of corn into the sack, mismatched eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Is someone with an ice Quirk allowed to say that in this blistering weather?" Izuku teased.
"Are you jealous?" Shouto picked up his pace in attempts to catch up with his partner.
Nevertheless, they soon plopped down in the middle of the field, taking a time out under an umbrella of wheat blades. Izuku gently mopped sweat off Shouto's face with a wash cloth. "This isn't as easy as I thought it'd be."
"No, it isn't, we still have others crops to harvest too." Shouto reflected on the gruelling nature of this task while pressing a chilly hand to the back of Izuku's neck.
"Fujiwara really is amazing then," Izuku let out a sigh.
"How so?" Shouto asked softly.
Gesturing to the fields, Izuku said, "he does this all by himself."
"You're right." Shouto furrowed his brows, finding the notion admirable but incredibly lonely. Whereas Shouto worked with a partner as a Pro Hero, Fujiwara toiled on the farm alone. They needed to make the most of their time here for Fujiwara's sake. "But he's not alone right now, he has us."
"Indeed!'"
Rising to his feet, Shouto helped Izuku up and they resumed their work, reaping corn at a steady, manageable pace.
Dirt caked their boots and overalls at the end of the harvest but they carted away sacks of fresh vegetables, completing the trying chore.
Red orange rays of the setting sun were crowning the mountains when Izuku and Shouto lumbered to the main house for dinner.
"I cannot remember the last time I was this hungry," Shouto stepped into the foyer, suspecting that his stomach touched his back.
Rubbing his own stomach, Izuku replied in kind. "Yeah I'm starving too...I'll have to pack some snacks for the two of us from tomorrow."
Oh you. Shouto squeezed Izuku's hand in appreciation. "You're thoughtful as always."
The aroma of delicious food wafted to their noses upon entering the dining room where Fujiwara sat at the head of the table. "Good evening, young heroes."
"Good evening, Fujiwara-san." The men settled down on the zabuton.
Gazing down at the huge bowl of rice, colourful salads, fried okras and side dishes, Izuku flashed Fujiwara a worried look. "Isn't this too much?"
The old man shook his head, pouring sake into Izuku's cup. "Not at all. It's been a while since anyone stayed over at the farm."
"Don't force yourself." Shouto pressed his lips together, disliking the fact that Fujiwara felt obligated to cook this much food after doing all that farm work. Surely Fujiwara was overworking himself for their sakes.
Touched by their concern, the old man gave them a warm smile. "I can go all out because you're here, please enjoy these dishes made from the crops you harvested today."
Izuku's eyes widened. "I see the salads contain the corn, potato and cucumber we picked today."
"That's right," Fujiwara confirmed.
After everyone passed the food around the table, heaping their plates up, Fujiwara raised his cup, making a toast. "Here's to the great work, young heroes. Kanpai!
"Kanpai." Shouto clinked his cup against Fujiwara's and Izuku's as pride coursed through his veins for having made a difference together with Izuku.
Digging into the meal, Izuku lifted a bowl up to his face, swallowed a mouthful of rice before sampling the colourful potato salad, polishing off the side dish.
Next to Izuku, Shouto chewed on juicy corn, a red brow lifting a brow in satisfaction. The flavour was superior to any corn he had eaten at top restaurants.
In fact, all the side dishes were strangely appetising, leaving him craving for seconds.
A satisfied expression filled Fujiwara's face as food rapidly disappeared from the young men's plates. "Are you enjoying the meal?"
Nodding fervently, Izuku set his chopsticks down. "It's delicious, I thought dinner was great yesterday but it's even better tonight!"
Shouto mirrored the sentiment, taking another bite of Sunomono. "I feel the same way, it's tastier tonight."
Fujiwara provided the missing piece to the puzzle, leaving their hearts full. "That's because you're eating food made from the crops you harvested yourselves."
TBC
A/N: Thank you for the feedback on the first chapter, it made me very happy!
Author:
crezhulFandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance
Rating: T
Content: Yaoi, Major Manga Spoilers
Summary: Todoroki and Midoriya heed Fuyumi's advice of voluteering at a farm. But the young heroes soon find themselves in over their heads.
When the alarm buzzed the following day, Izuku drew Shouto closer to his chest, instead of reaching for the clock.
"Morning, Shouto," he murmured, voice thick from sleep.
Keeping mismatched eyes closed, Shouto basked in his lover's warmth. "Good morning, Izuku."
"You sound as tired as...I feel," Shouto said a few beats later, convinced morning came too early on the Fujiwara farm.
Stifling a yawn, Izuku stretched a leg out. "I am —
chasing down villains is somehow less taxing than this farm work."
"It is," Shouto agreed, wondering how this work could tire two fit heroes so.
Yesterday's chores included mucking stalls, repairing sheds and flitting all over the farm like ants to complete various tasks. Yet it rendered both men boneless, despite the pair having done far more stressful work as Pro Heroes.
Sharing a soft kiss, they climbed out of bed next, ready to face another day on the Fujiwara farm.
Cicadas chirped and breeze from the mountains swept through the farm, brushing against Shouto's and Izuku's skin as they trudged to the storeroom, fetching grain and a basket.
Pushing open the door to the chicken run, Shouto froze, all traces of sleepiness fleeing him.
Chickens squawked, flocking to Shouto faster than any fan ever had. He took a step back, tossed grain on the floor, preventing the eager chickens from coming any closer.
Laying a hand on Shouto's shoulder, Izuku tried to reassure him."They are harmless, Shouto."
"Hn." A wary Shouto eyed the chickens that gobbled down the feed, their beaks dotting the ground. None of the other farm animals or villains unsettled him like these feathered creatures.
"It's the mother hens that are actually dangerous." Izuku headed over to the chicken coops, peeking inside.
"Why is that?" Shouto tossed more grain on to the ground.
"They're very protective of their young, they'll even fly at anyone who comes near them." Izuku carefully added an egg to the wicker basket.
Like our mothers. Shouto thought and opened his mouth to voice this but the unexpected cut him off.
The flapping of wings was the sole warning before a chicken glided towards Shouto head, landed on red and white hair before launching itself into the chicken coop.
Shouto blinked, taken back by the audacious creature that used his head as a springboard. "It's surprisingly heavy."
A smiling Izuku approached him with a full basket of eggs, reaching out a hand to smooth over Shouto's messy hair. "But it was harmless right?"
Shouto did not disagree with his partner.
Feeding more animals, milking the cows and taking the cattle out to graze on the pastures comprised a small fraction of the heroes' next chores on the farm.
Armed with sickles and sacks now, Shouto and Izuku stood before an endless field of swaying corn stalks.
"Let's do this!" Izuku adjusted the straw hat on his head and marched ahead, reaching for a stalk.
You're fired up. Shouto mused, joining him in the adjacent row.
Hooking the blade into a towering stalk, Shouto got used to the feel of the sickle in his hand; Support did not provide tools like these.
Izuku cast a glance over his shoulder at Shouto, and curved his lips. "Someone is a little slow today. Can't use Flash Fire steps huh?"
"Not everyone's Quirk is suited for this work." Shouto dropped another ear of corn into the sack, mismatched eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Is someone with an ice Quirk allowed to say that in this blistering weather?" Izuku teased.
"Are you jealous?" Shouto picked up his pace in attempts to catch up with his partner.
Nevertheless, they soon plopped down in the middle of the field, taking a time out under an umbrella of wheat blades. Izuku gently mopped sweat off Shouto's face with a wash cloth. "This isn't as easy as I thought it'd be."
"No, it isn't, we still have others crops to harvest too." Shouto reflected on the gruelling nature of this task while pressing a chilly hand to the back of Izuku's neck.
"Fujiwara really is amazing then," Izuku let out a sigh.
"How so?" Shouto asked softly.
Gesturing to the fields, Izuku said, "he does this all by himself."
"You're right." Shouto furrowed his brows, finding the notion admirable but incredibly lonely. Whereas Shouto worked with a partner as a Pro Hero, Fujiwara toiled on the farm alone. They needed to make the most of their time here for Fujiwara's sake. "But he's not alone right now, he has us."
"Indeed!'"
Rising to his feet, Shouto helped Izuku up and they resumed their work, reaping corn at a steady, manageable pace.
Dirt caked their boots and overalls at the end of the harvest but they carted away sacks of fresh vegetables, completing the trying chore.
Red orange rays of the setting sun were crowning the mountains when Izuku and Shouto lumbered to the main house for dinner.
"I cannot remember the last time I was this hungry," Shouto stepped into the foyer, suspecting that his stomach touched his back.
Rubbing his own stomach, Izuku replied in kind. "Yeah I'm starving too...I'll have to pack some snacks for the two of us from tomorrow."
Oh you. Shouto squeezed Izuku's hand in appreciation. "You're thoughtful as always."
The aroma of delicious food wafted to their noses upon entering the dining room where Fujiwara sat at the head of the table. "Good evening, young heroes."
"Good evening, Fujiwara-san." The men settled down on the zabuton.
Gazing down at the huge bowl of rice, colourful salads, fried okras and side dishes, Izuku flashed Fujiwara a worried look. "Isn't this too much?"
The old man shook his head, pouring sake into Izuku's cup. "Not at all. It's been a while since anyone stayed over at the farm."
"Don't force yourself." Shouto pressed his lips together, disliking the fact that Fujiwara felt obligated to cook this much food after doing all that farm work. Surely Fujiwara was overworking himself for their sakes.
Touched by their concern, the old man gave them a warm smile. "I can go all out because you're here, please enjoy these dishes made from the crops you harvested today."
Izuku's eyes widened. "I see the salads contain the corn, potato and cucumber we picked today."
"That's right," Fujiwara confirmed.
After everyone passed the food around the table, heaping their plates up, Fujiwara raised his cup, making a toast. "Here's to the great work, young heroes. Kanpai!
"Kanpai." Shouto clinked his cup against Fujiwara's and Izuku's as pride coursed through his veins for having made a difference together with Izuku.
Digging into the meal, Izuku lifted a bowl up to his face, swallowed a mouthful of rice before sampling the colourful potato salad, polishing off the side dish.
Next to Izuku, Shouto chewed on juicy corn, a red brow lifting a brow in satisfaction. The flavour was superior to any corn he had eaten at top restaurants.
In fact, all the side dishes were strangely appetising, leaving him craving for seconds.
A satisfied expression filled Fujiwara's face as food rapidly disappeared from the young men's plates. "Are you enjoying the meal?"
Nodding fervently, Izuku set his chopsticks down. "It's delicious, I thought dinner was great yesterday but it's even better tonight!"
Shouto mirrored the sentiment, taking another bite of Sunomono. "I feel the same way, it's tastier tonight."
Fujiwara provided the missing piece to the puzzle, leaving their hearts full. "That's because you're eating food made from the crops you harvested yourselves."
TBC
A/N: Thank you for the feedback on the first chapter, it made me very happy!
