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As a pysch student, although still a freshmen, what I've learned about this so far was people had their own tendencies and subconscious space where they usually reflect their perspective among their childhood.

Since Hawks' father kills for a living (correct me if I'm wrong — but that is the context I got so far), and he’s lived his childhood with abuse, and his mother’s instability, I can say that this is Hawks way of coping; his mind were set with a standard that kill is equivalent to love because this is the only way to set them free from his morals in an unselfish way.

He forced himself into a force reinforcement (B.F Skinner) wherein he always chose to value life by ending life (I think this is called negative reinforcement wherein they need to do something they don't really want, but for something to function after that 'something' is already done).

And as the context of negative reinforcement, Hawks do killed for the sake of that 'something' to end. Yet, he really didn't want to kill. It could be opposite; Hawks sees the expression of love as killing — because after expressing how Twice is such a good person, that their friendship was at a wrong place and wrong time, he ended his life.

Also, I see the phrase expression of killing as love as false love instead. I interpreted expression of love as killing could be how the declaration of love and feelings, and emotions were before death.

It's a deep matter of betrayal and genuinely that we could see in Hawks' character. It made a lot of sense in his childhood and how he was raised by the organization.

Idk if this makes sense, omfg. But, yeah. I also feel like his character were also connected with Humanistic Perspective with his 'free will' to kill and freedom to live his life weighing those death he occured.

Had a thought.

In my opinion. Hawks killing people because he loves people is one of the most interesting aspects of his character. Killing out of tenderhearted, protective love while having such a strict, borderline cold moral code is absolutely fascinating to analyze; as well as the fact that he takes death immensely seriously, valuing life despite using it as a strategy.

I wonder if he, somewhere deeply subconscious and psychodynamic, sees killing as an expression of love.

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And I will wait for you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov | Caravaggio, Bacchus/The Lute Player/Saint Jerome Writing/Young Sick Bacchus (details)

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rainy szn, gn!reader, reader has a cold body temperature, timeskip!Katsuki, nsfw.

“You okay?” You heard him whisper on the skin of your neck, nuzzling his nose through your jaw as he heaves a sigh deep from his chest — like he’s been holding his breath back. It’s been a few moments after he shifted you awake with feathered kisses while the warmth of his large hands roamed around your body. The sluggishness from being unconscious makes your eyes heavy-lidded. But that doesn’t stop you from staring at him on top of you as he indulged himself with your warmth, pushing his cock deep and basking into the heat of the moment, while the weather opposes.

You hear the pitter-patters from the outside as you realized; it’s raining. The warm feeling of being naked in the sheets makes you almost not realize the sudden weather change. And it doesn’t help the fact that despite the feeling of being full of Katsuki and the oh, so warm palms roaming through your chest, hips and the small of your back — your body temperature dropped cold.

And it doesn’t help the fact that everytime it rains, Katsuki’s heart aches and your body cannot physically stay warm throughout this weather.

Katsuki could hear his heart echoes through his ears, reminding him that he’s alive, yet at the same time, it stings, it aches, it hurts, like he’s being stabbed. He felt awful waking you up like this, although he can’t help but to stare at your form; all disheveled and panting while the sweat from his palms glistened through your body. He subconsciously licks his lips as you reach out for him, your palm aiming on his chest where an explosion-shaped scar located and his breath hitches, a shiver run on his spine when the cold travels through his skin.

His cock twitches inside you, a breathy moan escapes his lips and you watch with awe. The ache between your legs seems to respond, could feel your insides throbbing with sensation when he spread your thighs so he could lean down closer to you.

“Mhm, fine. ‘S fine, Katsuki...” You mumbled, tracing his jaw with your fingertips. Katsuki’s sensitive when it rains, and much more sensitive with the cold temperature of yours. It felt surreal the first actualization. It dawned you. And you were hesitant to touch him ever since. And he knew.

His hips moves, a bit sensual and forceful every push, hitting that spot sporadically as though he knew your body well like the back of his hand. His mouth were on yours, near your ear seconds later when he focuses on fucking you with precision. His arm hooked around your hips, the other holding yours close where the scar on his chest are. His pace were getting intense as he grits and hiss through his teeth.

“Kats —!”

“Fuck, damn fucking — baby, I can’t hear you over the rain. C'mon, you should be louder than that, yeah?”

A choked sob strangles over your throat, the tears in your eyes making your head dizzy with pleasure. He can’t stop, not when the sound of the rain were subsiding on his ears and he can only hear you — you, you and you. This is what he needs when it rains; your warmth, this kind of sex where he could only hear you and never minds the rain while your cold fingers graze over the scar on his chest, or the expanse of his shoulder blades, or down on his back as you pin your nails, breaking the skin and marking his neck with your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah — just like that... Feels good? You with me?”

“Yes — ! Ah! D-Does it still hurts? This makes it feel better?”

Katsuki’s hips didn’t falters, yet his flushed face softened more with the question. His heart rhythmically throttles over his chest. It still aches, but it is tender, your hands cold yet it feels just right and he wondered if he just loves you so much his heart aches. The volume of your voice increases when he lost control, fully pounding into you with vigor to chase that high he’d been wanting since the rain started a while ago. His grip tightens, lips scattering marks all over your neck and chest and when you come down, he followed soon enough, filling you full but never leaving you empty.

“It does,” He answers, muffled as he buried his face in your neck. You were still panting, shredded with an intense afterglow and your attention drags through the window.

“It already stopped raining, huh?” You mumbled, hands playing with his hair that tickles through your skin and he hummed.

“You still feels cold.”

You blame the rain for that.

“As long as it doesn‘t hurt anymore, I’ll be alright, Katsuki.”

I love the rain. You wanted to say out loud, but you knew Katsuki will throw a fit if you do — because he hates it. He hates the rain as much as he loves the cold radiates through your body. He hates the rain because he can’t hear your voice within the patters of droplets of water through the roof as much as he loves making love with you when it rains.

You love the rain because as much as it hurts him, you can hear his thoughts echoes when the rain stopped and silence follows through.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... It's rainy szn here in my country and I badly want this, like rn:( gimme Katsuki, pls

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so sorry for not updating that much. college had finally caught up with me. I'm a pysch major and I've becoming more and more emotional with things. 😭

The unnerving chaos of war ends with an excruciatingly loud silence, follows by your eyes tentatively looking away everytime you locked eyes with Katsuki; you could only see the visions of him bloody and lifeless, always turning blind eye everytime you see his shoulders rise as a sign that he’s breathing — he’s alive, staring at your expressions like you were crystal clear; where he could see the anxiety building up in your chest that always made your breath hitch when you stumble upon him.

After the war, you never intended to reach out to him again. The comfort of your dorm room, those four walls makes you temporary forget everything for a split moments. Although when you look at Katsuki’s eyes, the one that stares at you with the outmost gentleness and reassurance, those deep sliver that sheated in his eyes and how his pupil dilated — everything came crashing back on you.

If mouth couldn’t make the words, his eyes does. His hands does. He reached out, for you to only flinched back to his touch like the scorching sun. He hates that; you can see how his eyebrows furrowed and his chest heaves a silent heavy sigh, yet he wordlessly took your hand, forcing you to wrap your fingers around his wrist where his pulse lays; where you could feel his pulse pulsing in a beat as your heart radiates at the same intensity as he has.

“It’s beating, see?” His voice were low, deep within his throat as though he could break and cry at the moment if he ever made his voice louder than it usually does. “I’m alive. Please, (Name).”

Katsuki’s not a man of his words. Yet he’s a man of his actions. Despite the unwanted feeling of his skin against you, afraid that it might feel cold and unresponding when you do — you finally let him share his victory of being given the second chance so he could live and let you soak through the warmth of his arms again.

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this + a turtleneck sleeveless... hear me out

i need someone to draw timeskip katsuki in his hero suit without the sleeves NEOW.

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I never get tired of writing fics with celestial!reader. It's the whole point of my blog and blog themes. How I write romance is tragically bonded with emotional grief; it's either they won't be together at all or one is chasing the other; there’s no happy ending or there is, but they won’t be together at all.

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... This is the official masterlist of WINGS ERA featuring MHA. Every short or long fic will be heavily based off BTS’ Wings album and based off the author’s imagination.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... heavily implied DARK ROMANCE, fem!reader, yandere!reader, heavy gore, angel/devil quirks, based off BS&T lore, greek mythology, mentions of God, Lucifer, NO blasphemy, religiously implied, overpowered!reader, religious themes, trauma!reader, disassociation, split-personality, sexual themes; sexual abuse, mental abuse, assaultion, women oppresions, non-canon scenarios, coming-of-age trope, the following does NOT follow any canon implications, every fic were imaginary.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I can’t promise that these will be canon through the characters. But I’ll do my best as I can. I’m actually challenging myself to write more complex characters (especially Touya, omfg) and as you can see, AWAKE and STIGMA was left without any character to fill so please, please, request anyone from MHA. I still can’t find the right character to fill the summary I made, so... help me :p

STATUS: UPDATING....

➹ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋!

feat. Todoroki Touya, Dabi.

summary: ❛Why does that little girl’s naivety made the little boy too greedy? How does one protect with such little mind but his body’s already different? What does it makes to be bad as it too sweet at the same time?❟

note: following the Todoroki family lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒!

feat. Takami Keigo, Hawks.

summary: ❛The Fall of the Rebel of Angels and its familiarity always makes his own wings stutters. As fast as he was, as slow as the time goes by, the unforgotten desire of you will always be trapped in an asylum where they tucked you away.❟

note: following Hawks’ lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍!

feat. Bakugo Katsuki.

summary: ❛Youth is a bitch, so was he. As he reflected along his mistakes and blames, sticks through the flames, the remnants of you stood still at the back of his head; all young and innocent — ‘til he stumbles upon you again, the same eyes and face but never the same heartbeat you shared.❟

note: following Bakugo’s childhood lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐋𝐈𝐄!

feat. Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura.

summary: ❛The mask he puts on his face where equivalent to what he portrays; a man that he wasn’t. He had lived his life driven by nothing and you lie awake.❟

note: following Shigaraki’s childhood lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀!

feat. tba.

summary: ❛As you lie awake, he slumbers and swim under your influence; in his dreams, he was having a conversation with his father; and when he wakes up, the man he wasn’t became your enigma’s puzzle.❟

note: CHARACTER REQUEST ARE OPEN.

➹ 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄!

feat... tba.

summary: ❛The relentless nights of nightmares haunts you down in vain, leaving you awake. You knew what you saw, so why is he here now besides you like you could forget the way his heart dropped a beat?❟

note: CHARACTER REQUEST ARE OPEN.

➹ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄: 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!

feat. Takami Keigo, Hawks.

summary: ❛The world finally lets you spread your wings to fly — the world being him, because no matter how you denies, you knew he’s the reason why you wanted to fly.❟

note: spin off of ‘Blood, Sweat and Tears.’

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𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒: THE BIG THREE!

𝐈. BAKUGO KATSUKI!

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Heart of Feathers: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

sypnosis: offering half of your heart to him is equivalent to losing your wings.

BAKUGO feat... his gauntlets

BAKUGO feat... cuteness aggression

BAKUGO feat... timeskip ✗

𝐈𝐈. MIDORIYA IZUKU!

BAKUGO feat... hormonal teenagers ✗

BAKUGO feat... rainy szn ✗

MIDORIYA feat... Vigilante!Izuku

MIDORIYA feat... blackwhip

MIDORIYA feat... hormonal teenagers

𝐈𝐈𝐈. TODOROKI SHOTO!

TODOROKI feat... something in common

TODOROKI feat... half 'n half ✗

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Izuku has his cheeky way of pulling you back to his chest whenever you argue over something petty that has you turning around away from him. That cheeky way of his include his new profound manifestation of his quirk he called blackwhip.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... rewatching mha and onto that episode where Izuku finally manage to control blackwhip for the first time.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒!

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: part one, part two, part three

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... this is a bit longer than I expected, but, oh, well.

Perhaps, the world were never fair to him.

Katsuki never appreciated the moment his classmates saved him from being kidnapped by the villains. He never enjoy the noticeable cold hands you radiates when you try to reach for his warm hands. He never bothered to notice the warm feeling creeping on his chest whenever you smile as you met his eyes. He never give in the fact to say that your wings were never a hindrance as you enveloped it around to protect him. It was too much. Too fucking unfair that you were here, wrapped around him so close but he can’t reach to you — not because he wishes too.

You were the embodiment of love — the equivalent amount of sacrifice and justice; despite how much of betrayals and almost hopeless scenarios, you never turned him and everyone else’s down. You were always there — with your stupid smile and the biggest wings crafted in your back. The light it gaves should be enough for him to come crashing down on you; falling harder and harder until he’s sure that you can’t catch him anymore despite your unbelievable speed — and those stupid wings.

You were lost somewhere, now beating with in his heart — where you really belong, where he could keep you. But despite that, Katsuki hates it — he hates how you can’t give him your stupid smile and hesitant touches on his cheek right now where he needs it the most.

Right now, you were unconscious — uncertain at the possibility of waking up. The remnants of your quirk — the dark one, had remains flushed black on the skin of your arms in a stunning pattern of sorrow; it was tainted, obvious and definitely something you will hate once you wake up. He traces the scars with his padded fingertips, gently and almost ghostly. You had lost your wings, and your quirk were the only thing that’s keeping you alive, that’s what he was informed to. Your wings, you were thankful for them, he remembered; the beauty of your quirk were never appreciated despite the fact that it was blessed by the Heavens, the ugly side of your quirk were destructive and burning with Hell.

People gets scared. The society hates it. Yet your wings were the one who saved his life — together with the two pro hero who didn’t left his side. That of what the people get scared of, what the society hates because they can’t control you; a person driven to shower the world with all and fair. But for him, you were the one who saved his life — the one who he also kept in an arms length. Because he knew that if he captures you in his arms, he might as well be ripping your wings along your dreams apart. Just as your hesitation to reach for him as he aims the top.

Just as much as he can’t believe, Katsuki is tired of hearing it. Tired of hearing how the hurried footsteps outside his hospital room phases again and again while the blaring alarm flares continuously. He shuffles through his bed with his hands over his ears to muffle the sounds — yet as much as he fucking tries, he can’t conceal how his heart beats so loud on his ears.

The sickening mutters of the people outside, the muffled flatline of a monitor and the fact that he overhears someone earlier saying there’s a doomed Angel next door — and the flashbacks of Tenko’s words when he came back to front lines echoes like muttering horrors in his head.

It’s too much. It’s been weeks since he hadn’t even get up and take a courage to peek through the next door of his room where you were confined, where those people outside had been rushing through your room at any chance they got. And all in while, it fell silent again.

Just as you woke up is the same time he had the courage to step in your room, meeting his eyes that were tinge with red, you muttered under your breath; raspy and quiet, as you reach to touch his chest, where his heart is beating under your fingertips with a soft smile plastered on your lips, “I don’t recognize you by memory, but your heart feels like a part of me.”

Just as he regained his heart, you lost your memories. All is fair for you but even though Katsuki won the war, he lost his symbol of love.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... Was about to put “I am here.” as the reader’s line but I giggled when I realize 😭

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YOU ATE THAT PLOT !!!!

You ate with that angel offering heart to bakugo and omg imagine she like in a coma cuz how much it took of her and bakugou wakes up before her questioning how he’s alive and everyone is dodging the question till he finally learns the truth and when he learns how she sacrificed her quirk for him he starts crying

part one, part two

Nobody had told him yet, not even Aizawa (or Monoma) who had witnessed that moment. When he called for Bakugo’s protection, you were quick to aid, alongside with Best Jeanist who help you fix his heart. Not a single soul had told him yet — because they knew it will ruin him; just as how his outburst with All Might’s retirement.

He didn’t even know your real condition — your wings, nor how your heart’s only accompanied with your quirk now — (so, if ever Aizawa will erase your quirk, your heart will stop) nor the chances of waking up... or not. He was just told that you were fine and breathing, and that you always had been everytime you used much of your quirk. But that doesn’t leave his suspicion that there’s something wrong.

After all, he feels it in his heart where you were, beating and letting him live the second time around.

When he came back to war like nothing happened. When he felt the adrenaline and every veins in his arms felt like exploding, yet his heart remained tamed — unlike the first, he knew his quirk would affect his heart, he felt his suspicion building and thoughts about you wavered on his head.

It’s unfortunate that Tenko, of all people, had told him the truth of your sacrifice.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I’m quite invested with this, omg. Thank you for sending me your thoughts! 🫶🏻

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fem!reader (body description), mild nsfw, kinda threesome-ish (?), fantasizing. I do not condone sex between minors so this wasn’t really detailed, it’s just them having impure thoughts because, well... they’re teenagers.

Being childhood friends with Katsuki and Izuku until their teenager years in UA where they noticed the sudden change of your body; your hips seems to get wider, your chest seems to becoming prominent under your shirt, and thighs becoming a bit fuller than before. You were always used to have them at close proximity, but at this time, it seems like both of them will never not be flustered everytime you greet them with a tight hug, or shifting your thighs around their lap as you watch movies and the way both of them always have the same flustered rejection when you ask for a sleepovers.

You were quite confused at first. But when you finally noticed the lingering stares that both of them offers, at the same time — you never looked the same at each other then and there.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... this is me with my childhood boy friend... now we’re not fwb, but friends with feelings, lol. (we never got to be in a relationship... we’re both busy with college life)

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This definitely with Tecchou and his weird food habits...

fwb to lovers where he’s actually a sweetheart & ur a bit of a mess. after giving u the greatest dick of your life, you decide to reciprocate his kindness by making him breakfast - specifically, eggs.

except you’re a horrible cook in the morning & he’s too nice (and whipped for you) to say anything bad. you cook him scrambled eggs and there are shells in them (“it’s ok, baby. i like the crunch!” he tells you), you try to make him an omelette and it’s all weird and runny and kinda scrambled actually (“yum! you made the omelette easier to eat. goes down easier this way. speaking of going down on someone…”), you do sunny side up eggs and they’re still raw (“extra protein this way, right?”), and throughout this whole ordeal, the two of you realize this is oddly intimate. sharing a (somewhat horribly cooked) breakfast together. and at the very end of the fic, you’re cooking eggs for breakfast again and your kids are gobbling it up + your husband, your former fwb, has a crinkle around his eyes when he smiles and tells them, “yknow, your mom used to cook me eggs in the morning all the time.” he goes on to talk abt the shells in his eggs, the raw eggs, all of it. the kids are making faces and ask him what’d he do about it.

“i married her, obviously. she couldn’t get it right for a while, but i could tell she made it with love every single time. i wasn’t lying when i told her they tasted great.”

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✗... nsfw, read at your own risk. timeskip!Katsuki :)

You rarely or never even saw Katsuki being not hard every time you had sex — he’s always completely hard even when just from kissing you or eating you out, his cock were always leaking precum all over with his tip angry red.

But one time it was that time of the month where you feel nothing but to just jump on him and have him fuck you dumbly — you now have his cock in your hands, still soft and not aroused (not that he’s completely not flustered with you on your knees for him —), by the time you feel your mouth run dry at the rare sight, you watch his cock gets bigger and bigger until you can’t hold it with one hand.

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this is quite long... idk why (I love Izuku so much, despite writing about Bakugo multiple times in a row now and why does Izuku had lesser tags here in tumblr⁉️).

Meeting Vigilante!Izuku in the middle of his outburst when he’s been feared by people.

You met him down the street in a dark alleyway because you saw the green flashes of his quirk. You were aware of the news — you were actually hesitant to approach him, especially when he took notice of you noticing him. He gave you a glare, the forest green of his eyes looks tired — his body can already give up with fatigue anytime.

Yet he managed to withstand his trembling posture — managed to reach out for you as you swiftly took a step back and he stopped, realizing what his status with the public.

He doesn’t look like a hero now — but his eyes held such sincerity and tiredness that your heart can’t help but to melt in. You watched him quietly slid on the wall of the alley, his eyes still on you. You were taken by surprise when you realized that you might not be the one taming this boy — he was the one taming you instead; with his eyes, gentle blinking and quiet breathing.

You didn’t move a muscle yet, and he’s attentive with your every move and by the way your face contorted with hesitations and anxiety. After all, he is a murderer in the public’s knowledge. But you were his classmate — his friend, one of his companion.

Your hand gripped to the plastic bag you’re holding and he noticed — he was taken by surprise when you took a brave step towards him, slowly and surely as you approach him. When you were only a few steps away, you put the plastic bag in front of him containing a takeout food and drink — and his stomach grumbles when he took a whiff of the food’s scent immediately.

You left without a word and Izuku peek through the plastic bag where you left a note — and he was sure as hell you knew where exactly he was; there is no way he’s going to run away without you knowing his traces — after all, your senses were always heightened everytime you hear the sound of his heartbeat.

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I always imagined Bakugo as a lover who had a big cuteness aggression, and he shows it by biting you in random parts of your body that’s convenient for him to bite at.

You’re wearing that off-shoulder top with your hair up (or you’ve got shorter length of hair where it exposes your neck)? He’s biting that skin off. You’re eating with your mouth full and your cheeks were puffed out? He’s biting that cheek off and pinches the other side. You’re wearing a sleeveless shirt? He’s got his teeth gently scraping on the skin of your upper arm. Your hips and waist were also a victim of his ministrations. He always just had to mark you up.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I could feel this through my bones. He does bark and also bite.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Todoroki Shoto with a reader that had a condition similar to hypothermia — except you feel heat with winter and cold when summer.

His confusion and worry evokes when you shout “ouch!” in the middle of him emitting his right side, and shivering when he offers his left side to warm you up in winter (you were, in fact, feeling warm on that temperature).

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... Imagine that one scene where he uses both at the same time... how do you think would you react with the temperature?

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