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kimkaelyn · 5 months ago

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Under the Festival Lights [s. todoroki]

→ summary: when a mission wraps up earlier than expected, you and shouto take advantage of the unexpected but welcomed free time to enjoy the local festival.

→ pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

→ word count: 4.9k

→ warnings & tags: sfw, pro hero au, coworkers to lovers, female pronouns, usage of y/n, aged-up characters (early to mid-twenties), reader has a quirk (Heat Sight) and a hero name (Sunspot), brief appearance of child oc, reader down bad, sexual activity is hinted, Shouto may be ooc. | please kindly let me know if I missed any tags!

→ authors note: here is my contribution to the pretty boy summer collab hosted by the amazing @andypantsx3! ngl, writing this was pretty rough so I apologize if it is a little all over the place.

“Well, that was hard,” you mused sarcastically as you walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in your pockets. You paid no mind to the staggered gasps from the locals and indiscreetly raised phone cameras as you and your dual-haired companion made your way to the transportation terminal.

The two of you were dispatched to the island in response to a report of a foreign hiker who had fallen from a cliffside. The place he was in was too difficult for the local rescue team to reach, so they called for Pro Heroes to help—you and Shouto. Your Quirks were a good match for this mission; your Heat Sight could easily locate the hiker through his heat signature and Shouto’s Half-Cold Half-Hot could create a path to his location. You arrived at the island within an hour by catching a lift from a Coast Guard helicopter that was also responding to the call, however, when the two of you arrived, you were shocked yet relieved to find the hiker had managed to climb back up on his own. He was fine save for a few cuts and scratches.

“You are fortunate you didn’t sustain life-threatening injuries.” Shouto had advised the man as he was lifted into the helicopter to take him back to the mainland to be evaluated at a hospital, just to be safe.

Your companion hummed. “At least the man is safe.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Paperwork’s gonna be a breeze.” You would never say it aloud, but part of you was a little disappointed you didn’t get to see the handsome Pro at work—albeit you would be working too so you wouldn’t have much time to check him out.

Shouto didn’t comment further as the two of you continued on your trek.

“Sunspot! Shouto!” a voice suddenly called out. You turned to find a boy who could be no more than seven years old staring up at you with stars in his eyes and smiling the widest grin you think you have ever seen.

“Awe, hi buddy!” you greeted with a smile, immediately squatting down to be at eye level with the boy. “How are you?” You felt your heart squeeze when he began to giggle under your attention. He made a grabbing motion with his hands and you had about five seconds to spread your arms before he ran into your chest. “Oh my, you’re so strong!” you exclaimed with a faux wheeze as you felt his small arms squeeze around your midsection. You gently wrapped your arms around his tiny body, tucking him under your chin.

“My deepest apologies!” a new voice said. You looked up to the young woman you assumed to be the boy’s mother, the matching hair and eye color a dead giveaway. “Yuki doesn’t quite understand personal boundaries yet.”

You smiled, trying to ease her worries. “It’s alright, ma’am,” you assured her. “He’s fine. I don’t mind.” Shouto crouched beside the two of you but you didn’t take your eyes off the boy in your arms. He was so little; you were afraid he would break if you applied any more pressure.

You glanced sideways at the dual-haired Hero next to you. He was staring at you and the boy with a content-like expression on his face.

“Is everything okay, kid?” he asked Yuki. The boy leaned back to see who addressed him, and his eyes widened when he realized it was Pro Hero Shouto who was speaking to him.

“Shouto!” the boy cried, untangling from your arms and flinging himself towards the Pro, who easily caught him just as you had. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched the boy snuggle into his chest, like a baby koala hanging onto its mother.

You heard the mother’s breath hitch at the sight. Me too, girl, you thought as your heart squeezed painfully at how adorable the sight of Shouto embracing the child in his safe hold was as he softly conversed with the boy. “What is your name?”

“Yuki Fukumoto.”

Shouto smiled—not a full teeth smile, just a closed-lip one—at the boy and inclined his head to him. “It is nice to meet you, Yuki. My name is Shouto Todoroki and I am a Pro Hero.”

Yuki giggled enthusiastically. “I know that!” he exclaimed with glee, happiness dripping from his figure like drops from the sun. Instead of you being Sunspot, he should be. “You one of the Tops!”

You hid your snicker behind a hand, basking in the dumbfounded look on Shouto’s face. “Really? Wow, you really do know your Pros, then.” You know he was merely indulging the child, but it still did things to your heart. The boy nodded in affirmation and snuggled deeper into Shouto’s chest.

“Are you here for the festival, Sunspot?” the boy's mother inquired, drawing your attention from the heart-attack-inducing scene before you.

“The festival?” you echoed, your brows turning downward with confusion. “No, ma’am. Shouto and I were dispatched here for a rescue operation but the man was successfully retrieved before we arrived.”

She nodded her understanding. “So that is what the Coast Guard chopper was for.” She muttered, briefly glancing over to Yuki and Shouto, who were discussing the latter’s apprehension of a wanted fugitive a few weeks back. She turned back to you with a smile. “Praise you Heroes for always rushing to the scene, no matter where it is! It must’ve been a bumpy ride.”

You bashfully returned her smile. “You mentioned there is a festival happening?”

“Oh, yes! The island’s annual summer festival is today.” She said, her demeanor brightening as she spoke. “It is a lovely event! Yuki and I were actually on our way there before we ran into you guys.”

“Really? Oh my gosh, ma’am, I am so sorry for holding you up!” you quickly apologized with a bow. You felt your face start to burn as anxiety and embarrassment rose within. You began to step towards Shouto with the intention of yanking him up by his collar and rushing the two of you out of there as fast as possible but the sound of Yuki’s mother’s laughter stopped you.

“Sunspot, I assure you it’s all right.” She raised a hand over her mouth, attempting to quell her laughter. “Besides, it isn’t often we have Pro Heroes on the island, so this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Yuki to meet two of his favorite Heroes.”

Your eyebrow quirked. “Are we the first Heroes he has seen?” you inquired.

“Yes. In-person, at least.” Upon hearing that, you got an idea.

“Ma’am, I don’t want to keep you from your established plans any longer, but would it be all right if we took a quick picture with Yuki before you go?” Shouto directed his attention to the boy's mother at your question, who eagerly nodded her head. With a smile, you crouched in front of Yuki and your partner. “Yuki, would you like to take a photo with us?” At your question, a smile that could rival the sun took over his features once more as the three of you looked to the camera and posed.

“Thank you so much.” Yuki’s mother said, bowing deeply. “Yuki, dear, what do you say to the Heroes?” She prompted her son with a gentle hand on his back.

“Thank you!” the boy said, his eyes sparkling as he excitedly waved goodbye to you and Shouto as his mother led him away.

“He’s so cute!” you exclaimed to your partner as you watched the mother and son disappear around a street corner.

“He was,” Shouto agreed.

“Perhaps his mom will post the photo on social media and we can share it on our pages.” You smiled in excitement, silently hoping you would see the photo on your timeline tonight during your routine browsing while curled up in the warmth of your bed before you drifted off to dreamland.

Your dual-haired companion hummed in either agreement or acknowledgment, you couldn’t tell which. “We should be on our way to the airport now, Sunspot.” Shouto intoned matter of factly. “Our mission wrapped up over an hour ago. We wouldn’t want to keep the pilots waiting longer than necessary.” He said, referring to the pilots for your flight back to the mainland.

“No, we don’t,” you answered with a sigh. So much for checking out the Festival, you thought gloomily. “Alright, let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, but WHAT?!” you exclaimed, mouth open in disbelief.

The check-in desk attendant gave you a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and that’s when you felt the subtle annoyance radiating from her. “I’m sorry, but all outgoing flights, both on planes and helicopters, are grounded for the night due to a sudden and fast-developing storm system in the Bay.”

“What about the ferry?” Shouto asked. He was standing beside you, five times more level-headed than you were at the moment. “A ferry runs twice a day to and from the mainland.”

“You are correct, Shouto, about the scheduled ferry,” the attendant said, barely holding back the bite of her words. “But no boats are coming in either. The surf is too rough.” She eyed the two of you as she paused to take a sip of coffee. “With all due respect, no sane Captain would sail out in those conditions; Hero or not.” A smirk grew on her lips, her eyes lighting up as she continued. “If you are so desperate to return to the mainland by tonight, I suggest you two should contact your ‘friends’. Perhaps Endeavor or All Might can send somebody to pick you up.” That said, she harshly pulled down the window blinds, ending the conversation. The metallic clatter echoed ominously through the terminal lobby—emphasizing the finality of her actions and the reality of your situation.

The two of you stood there in shocked silence for a moment before Shouto released a heavy sigh and massaged his temples.

“Who spit in her coffee,” you grumbled under your breath as you crossed your arms. “That was such a low blow—what she said.” When your dual-haired companion didn’t immediately reply, you turned to check on him. He was staring off into space, a hand positioned on his chin as he seemingly pondered the next course of action for the two of you. If he was irked by the attendant’s comment about the ex-Flame Hero, he hid it well.

“Hey,” your soft, reassuring voice brought him out of his thoughts. You placed a hand on his bicep—shoving down the excited twist of your stomach when his muscles tensed and bulged under your touch. “I’m sorry this whole day hasn’t gone according to plan but we shouldn’t stress over it.” You smiled softly. “Let’s look at the bright side; we have some time to R&R! We can explore the island, taste the local cuisine—have some time to ourselves to be civilians instead of Pro Heroes.”

Shouto stared at you in what could almost be controlled bewilderment as he thought over your proposition. You caught a glimmer in his heterochromatic eyes and knew he had made a decision. “Okay,” he agreed with a nod. “What should we do?” he questioned. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, Yuki’s mom mentioned there’s a festival in town today and said that we should check it out before we leave.” You explained. “It’s been so long since I’ve attended a summer festival and I think this will be a nice way to spend the evening.” You smiled as you thought back to your youth when you would spend every summer up until middle school at your grandma’s. She had a large backyard garden where she would grow vegetables such as cucumbers, edamame, and tomatoes to sell at the community market and the town’s yearly end-of-the-season festival. You fondly remember helping her load the wagon with the produce and walking to the market every morning at sunrise. While your grandma was selling her vegetables, you would run up and down the festival grounds with a few local children, playing games and stuffing your tiny faces with kakigori, takoyaki, and whatever other sweets you could get your hands on.

Shouto’s voice brought you back to the present. “I have never been to a summer festival before.” He stated nonchalantly. “I would like to attend my first one with you tonight.”

Your eyes widened and you felt warmth rush to your face at his words. “O-okay,” you stuttered. “Awesome!” You clasped your hands together. “Let’s get going, then!”

Ten minutes later, you and Shouto were back walking around the streets of the quaint island town. Once again the locals and tourists gawked at the two of you as you made your way to the festival grounds, but no one approached. You and Shouto made small talk on your way, discussing the fast-approaching Hero Gala next month.

“I met with my designer last week, but for the life of me, I cannot decide what color I want to wear—let alone what dress!” you groused, hands wildly moving about as you explained your dilemma to your partner. “I am running out of time and that doesn’t aid in my decision-making. Deadlines just make me want to procrastinate more.”

Shouto hummed. “I wear the same suit with a different tie and undershirt,” he glanced at you. “Why do you not do the same with a dress?” His dry tone made him sound condescending to those who didn’t know the dual-haired Pro Hero as well as you do, but you knew he was making a genuine inquiry.

You laughed. “I guess I could do that, but we women are under different expectations than you men. If I were to do that, the press would call me lazy and unmotivated.” You shrugged. “Believe me, if the press's opinion didn’t matter so much in our line of work, I would wear whatever the hell I wanted to the Gala.”

The corners of your partner’s mouth tilted upwards at your statement, but it only lasted a moment. “If you are having difficulty choosing a color then perhaps you should wear the same color as me,” he suggested. “We can match.”

“Really?” you asked, taken aback. “Wouldn’t that be kinda weird?”

“I do not see how it could be seen as unusual for us to do so. We work at the same Agency and are partners.”

I can see the logic behind that, you thought. But people would think we are a couple. The two of you moved to the side to let an elderly couple walk by undisturbed. “Thank you,” the man tipped his hat. You smiled and nodded your head, watching as he and his wife continued on their way. You cleared your throat when you and Shouto were side-by-side again. “Well, what color are you wearing this year?”

“Blue,” he responded without pause. “I think this specific shade would look ravishing on you, Y/N. It will bring out the color of your eyes.”

“R-really?” you inquired, breath hitching. You were shocked by Shouto’s forwardness. Where did the reserved boy you had known go? Though you weren’t necessarily complaining. “You think so?”

The dual-haired boy nodded again. “I do.”

Before you could reply, the two of you rounded a corner and found yourselves at the festival grounds. Your attention was immediately snagged by the atmosphere; the sounds of children laughing as they ran around with their small kites and ribbons, the smell of takoyaki fresh off the griddle, and the taste of happiness in the air. Your brain was going into overdrive, rapidly taking in your surroundings.

There were so many different stalls and food being served that you didn’t know where to begin. As if the gods could sense your pause, suddenly the most mouthwatering scent hit your nostrils. You spun on your heel, searching for the source—there! The delicious scent emitted from a small stall, operated by a gentle-looking older man and tucked into the corner of the grounds almost out of sight. You quickly made your way over, forgetting Shouto in your haste.

As you approached, you caught sight of the source of the scent; choco-banana. You must’ve had the stars shining in your eyes as you gazed at the treats because the man chuckled when you caught his eye.

“Why, hello there, young miss.” He greeted. “Would you like some choco-banana?” He was already placing a couple on a plate before you could respond.

“Thank you,” you said as you took the offered plate. You reached a hand towards where your purse would usually be at your side and gasped when you felt nothing but air. Your eyes widened and your heart sank as you remembered you were still in your Hero costume and your purse was miles away back at the agency building. “I’m sorry, sir, but—”

You were interrupted by an arm appearing in front of you, money in hand. You blinked and turned to find Shouto standing there. “Is this enough for two plates, sir?” he asked.

The stall worker eagerly nodded. “Sir, this is more than enough. Just wait a second while I get your change.” Shouto’s raised hand stopped him.

“Keep the change.” He said, picking up his own plate of choco-banana—when did he get that?—and leading you away from the stand towards a group of picnic tables.

“Thank you, Shouto,” you said as you sat down. “That was very kind.”

Your dual-haired partner met your eye, his stare holding the same intensity as always. “There is no need to thank me,” he told you. “If I did not want to pay, I wouldn’t have.”

You gaped at him. “That’s not what I meant—” your words caught in your throat when you saw the corner of his mouth lift into a smile for the second time that day. This little—

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he reassured you. “This is my treat.”

You looked away, no longer able to hold that dreamy, intense gaze of his. “Fine,” you grumbled. “But let me pay next time.” He gave you a look that screamed ‘in your dreams’ but you let it drop for now.

The two of you finished your choco-banana in silence, contently observing your surroundings. You spotted a couple steal a kiss under the cover of darkness provided by an alleyway and watched as a group of children kicked a football around.

Shouto threw away your empty plate for you. When he returned, he asked; “Now what?”

Before you could respond, a loud shriek cut through the evening air. You and Shouto stiffened, immediately on high alert for an attack. Your hands clenched at your sides as you scanned the area for the source of the sound and any indication of an attack. You turned to face the alleyway where the couple were, but they were gone. You and Shouto were back-to-back, scanning the area when suddenly, the group of children who were playing football came rushing towards you, giggling loudly.

“Sunspot! Shouto!” a boy leading the charge hollered as they reached you; about seven to eight children. Where are their parents, you wondered. Shouto turned to stand at your side as the kids came to a stop.

“What is it?” he asked. “Is there danger nearby?” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his heterochromatic eyes narrow as he awaited a response.

A girl, no more than five, clasped her tiny hands together and stepped forward. She looked at the ground as she spoke, afraid to meet the eyes of two Pro Heroes. “We wan’ yous to play wit’ wus!” she announced.

You bent over, placing your hands on your knees, and looked at the children. “Were you guys the source of the scream we heard a few moments ago?” you softly inquired. The children looked at each other, silently exchanging words before nodding. “Why did you scream?” you questioned.

Another girl stepped forward. She had ribbons in her hair, holding the locks up in matching pigtails. “We wanted to get your attention.” She confessed, looking apologetic. “You didn’t look busy so we thought it would be okay if you guys played with us for a while.”

You sighed and glanced at your partner, gauging his expression before turning back to the children. Shouto addressed the children next. “That was not smart of you, children.” You gaped at him, not expecting him to be so blunt but at the same time, you weren’t surprised. This was Shouto, after all. “You should only scream when you are in danger. Do you understand?” The children nodded. “Now then, what game do you want to play?”

You quickly lost track of time as you and Shouto were dragged around the festival by the children, playing various stall games such as ring tosses and goldfish catching and playing football and catch with others. As the night went on, you had gathered a small army of the local children who followed your every move. You didn’t mind, used to the crowds that typically surrounded you when you went out in public wearing your Hero costume, but this was different—almost special in a way.

You were creating core memories for these children, and that fact warmed your heart. In the years following the War, everyone had worked hard to earn back the public’s faith in Heroes and you were witnessing the fruit of your labor right here in front of you.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun, running around carefree; as if nothing in the world mattered besides this moment. You almost envied the children for their carefreeness—their innocence—that hadn’t been upturned by the evils of the world. As you watched Shouto play a quick game of football with some of the boys—basking in the cheers and laughter of the youth—you silently vowed that you would do everything in your power, even at the cost of your life, to preserve these children’s innocence.

Eventually, the night got darker and your playful bliss had to come to an end. Parents began to call for their children, and one by one, they left after wrapping you and Shouto in the biggest hugs.

Eventually, only one child remained; the little girl with the pigtails, who you learned is named Mai. She looked up at you with bright, brown eyes full of curiosity and joy. “Are you staying for the fireworks?”

“Fireworks?” you inquired. “I did not know there were fireworks tonight.”

“Neither did I,” Shouto intoned, his voice low.

Mai smiled widely as if she just revealed the secret of the universe to you. “Mm-hmm!” she nodded. “At the end of every festival, fireworks are released into the air! They go BOOM!” She shot her hands outward, mimicking the exploding gunpowder. “It is my favorite part of the festivals! Do you like fireworks, Sunspot?”

You crouched, preferring to be at eye level of children when speaking to them. “Of course I do.” You told her. “Where do you go to watch the fireworks, hun? Do you have a favorite spot where you watch them from?”

“Yup!” she exclaimed, popping the ‘p’. “Usually we all gather on boats offshore to watch them, but we can’t do that because of the storm, so most people are just going to stay in the grounds and watch them. But—” She turned and pointed towards the outskirts of town, where a hill was just barely visible over the buildings. “I also like to go to the top of that hill and watch them!”

You observed the hill. It does look like the best spot if you want a good view, you thought.

“What is the best route to the hill, Miss Mai?” Shouto asked the girl.

Mai giggled, probably due to being asked a question by the No. 1 Hero, holding a hand to her mouth before she gave the two of you directions.

Shouto obtained a pastel blue lawn blanket from a vendor as the two of you made your way out of the festival grounds toward the hill. You picked a spot at the summit, away from others, and Shouto gracefully laid the blanket down where you had pointed. He waited for you to get situated before sitting down himself.

There was a gentle breeze blowing through the air. Down below, the cheers and excited mumblings from adults and children alike slowly filtered up to you and Shouto.

“This was great.” You suddenly announced after several minutes of silence. Shouto turned towards you, silently imploring you to elaborate. “Being able to spend this time with you as regular members of society enjoying a summer festival.” You gazed over to your partner, taking in his facial features—carefully blank, as usual, but there was a hint of something in his eyes but you couldn’t catch exactly what. Your breath hitched when you realized just how radiant he looked in the little light from the town that managed to reach him. “Thank you, Shouto.” For what, you are not sure, but it felt right at the moment.

He started at you for several moments, seemingly processing you and your words. As the minutes passed and his intense gaze remained fixated on you, the more anxious you got. Did I say the wrong thing, you wondered, stomach dropping. Was that the wrong thing to say?

You looked away, breaking the staring contest. “S-sorry.” You stuttered out, embarrassed.

“No.” Shouto suddenly said, surprising you. You hadn’t expected him to say anything, let alone that. You began to turn your head back towards him, but two fingers on your chin brought you eye-to-eye before you could yourself. You stared wide-eyed at the dual-haired man holding your chin. “Do not apologize, Y/N,” he said. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He leaned in. “In fact, I should be the one apologizing—for keeping things to myself.” He continued before you could question him. “I share your sentiments, Y/N. I feel the same way and more about tonight and this time I have shared with you.”

You gapped at him, unable to form words for a moment as you processed his words. Oh my gosh, is he confessing to me right now? “You do?” you eventually gasped out, voice nearly a whisper. This was happening so fast—

“I do,” Shouto confirmed. He inhaled as if in preparation for what he was going to say next. “I have thoroughly enjoyed every second I have spent with you since you became my partner several months ago. I was a fool to not properly identify the emotions I feel whenever I am with you—whenever I think of you—until tonight.” You had stopped breathing sometime during his speech, unable to take in air as you held onto every word that exited that beautiful mouth of his. His hands cupped your face, his eyes admiring every part of your features. “Please forgive me, love, for taking so long to confess, but I am here now, doing so.”

You felt like your heart was about to beat outside your chest as he spoke, mind fogging as you stared at his perfect, plump lips as they moved to form the words of his confession. The two of you stared at each other for several more moments. You mindlessly wondered if you were dreaming.

Shouto chuckled. He ran a hand through your hair, captivated by the way his hand moved through the locks. “You are not,” he softly told you. “This is real.” Your cheeks warmed when you realized you had asked that out loud. “Now, can I kiss you?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you brought him in for a kiss. The moment your lips connected, a loud BOOM exploded in the sky accompanied by bright red and blue light. The two of you broke the kiss to look up, gazing at the fireworks. You smiled when you realized the two of you had just shared your first kiss, and you did indeed see fireworks when your lips touched. You turned back to Shouto, and by his smirk, you knew he had thought the same thing.

You laughed before bringing him into another kiss.

Fin.

BONUS SCENE:

You felt like you were on cloud nine as the two of you walked along the streets, hand in hand. There was no specific destination in mind; the two of you enjoying the other’s company and this time together. For several hours, the two of you forgot about your Pro Hero duties and the stress and demands of your careers. Neither of you agonized over the report you would have to draw up when you returned to the mainland. If there was a Heaven on Earth, this evening you shared with Shouto was it.

“Let’s purchase a room for the night.”

You hadn’t registered Shouto had spoken right away, too caught up in admiring the neon lights that lit up the front of some restaurants and bars. It took a total of five seconds for your brain to comprehend the words he had spoken, and when it did, the bliss you had felt since your kiss up on the hill came to a sudden, screeching halt as you froze in your tracks.

“W-what!??!!” you exclaimed with a shriek, whipping your head around to the dual-haired male. You rapidly blinked, ensuring you were still awake and not having some crazy dream. “W-why would we do th-that?”

Shouto gave you a puzzled look. “To sleep in, of course.” He stated, tone dead-serious and leaving no room for argument. “What other reason are there for staying in an inn for the night?”

You felt your cheeks heat with amusement and embarrassment as you chuckled nervously. “Never mind!” you chirped. “Let’s go find that room so we can get some sleep.”

You did not, in fact, get any sleep that night.

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terrarain · 1 year ago

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seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #rainywriting

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 5 months ago

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“Father,” Izuku says. The man looks down his nose at him. Flames curl around the man’s face and make Izuku shiver slightly. Fire is life and death. Fire is home.

It does not belong on Zeus’s face.

“Persephone,” Todoroki Enji, Endeavour and Zeus says.

“Izuku,” He corrects. Zeus scoffs.

“If I must.” He looks Izuku over with a calculating eye. “You are female?”

“I’m a boy.” Izuku replies dryly. Zeus rolls his eyes. Of course the man cares little for politeness. He was like that. “But yes I have a womb. And no I will NOT marry whichever person you have in mind. I wait for Hades.”

“The man who kidnapped you.” Zeus sneers.

“How did you get Hera as a wife again?” Izuku asks mockingly. Zeus gives him a nasty look and Izuku shrugs. If Zeus wishes to apply modern morality on what ocurred centuries ago he will do the same. And Zeus’s crimes outnumber Hades by the millions.

“My son Shouto would do well with a wife like you.” Zeus grunts. Izuku rolls his eyes.

“I have no interest. Hades is my husband. I chose him long ago and I’ll choose him now.”

“Your mother still thinks he tricked you.” Muses Zeus. Izuku snorts.

“What Demeter thinks is of little concern to me.”

#bnha #bnha au #Izuku is Persephone #gods reincarnate #Izuku has a quirk but not #its healing and plants #endeavour is a horrible father #Izuku is waiting for his husband damn it #who is his husband?#dunno #found and wanted to post #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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ferigrieving · 5 months ago

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born a weapon.

⊹ ࣪ i know there’s better brothers / but you’re the only one thats mine.

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the memory of what happened kept replaying in touya’s head. it was like a broken record, stuck on the same scene over and over again. he could see it all unfold in front of him as vividly as when he’d actually lived it.

but for now, he tried to push down the memories. he forced himself to stay in the present, to focus on what was happening right now instead.

and right now, touya had never been more away of how shitty their lives were until now.

the building was old. peeling paint, exposed pipes, and missing tiles on the floor. you had found an abandoned library to take shelter in months ago, and you and touya had spent any free time you had fixing the place to be more… livable. or as livable as possible it was in a place like this.

it wasn’t great by any means, but it was away from the hustle bustle of the city life, and that was all you could ask for.

here were two sleeping bags laid beside a ratty futon in the corner, with blankets and pillows to keep them warm. you had even decorated a little, hanging up small trinkets and a few pictures of you and touya from happier days.

the place was still far from homey, but it was better than the streets. and it was better than that cold house that the todorokis grew up in

it wasn’t the place itself that made the library feel like home. it was your quiet presence that made a house a home. it was the way you never made a sound when you moved around, the way your lips would quirk slightly when touya did something you found amusing, the way you seemed to understand him better than anyone else.

touya wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you were warm, and he found himself craving the heat.

“i miss having a bed,” touya mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. he didn’t mind the cold cement floor, for it was better than sleeping on the streets, but he longed for the comfort of a real bed. his bed.

the sleeping bags belonged to you and touya, stolen from some unassuming campers on your trip to find food. the futon, on the other hand, was reserved for shouto. it had pillows, a blanket, and two stuffed toys, yet shouto often slept beside you or touya in the comfort of your sleeping bags.

but, for the moment, he was sound asleep, arms wrapped around a black cougar with a large, purple ribbon on it.

touya buried his face in your chest, letting his eyes flutter shut. the sound of your heartbeat was gentle, it filled his head with memories of easier times. and he was safe, for just a moment, from the cruel world that had forsaken him.

a smile tugged at your lips as you heard touya's quiet complaint. it was always the same thing with him, wasn't it? he would find something new to complain about every day. “yeah,” you hummed in agreement. “a bed would be nice.”

you gently threaded your fingers through his hair, raking through his shaggy locks. “maybe one day,” he mused, “we can buy a house.”

in response, you felt touya nuzzle against your chest, like a cat seeking attention. the gesture was almost childlike, and it brought a wave of fondness over you. he hadn’t changed in the years you knew him, still clingy and childish as ever.

touya let out a soft sigh as your fingers danced across his scalp. the feeling was soothing, and he found himself melting against you.

“yeah,” you muttered, “i'd like that.”

he closed his eyes, taking in the sound of your slow, steady heartbeat. it was a comforting lullaby, and it made him want to stay like that forever.

a brief moment of silence passed between the two of you. he could feel your heart rate begin to quicken, and he frowned. something was bothering you.

he lifted his head to look up at you, his expression quizzical. “what's wrong?” he asked, his voice soft. he tilted his head to the side, studying your face for any signs of distress. “you're thinking too loud.”

you shook your head, nudging him off you. “no ‘m not.”

touya raised an eyebrow at your response. he knew you weren’t telling the truth. he could tell just from the look in your eyes.

he leaned in closer, until his face was inches away from yours. his breath ghosted over your skin, and he could see the way your eyes flickered down to his lips for a brief moment.

“don’t lie to me,” he murmured. “i know you too well.”

“its about shouto.” you mumble, eyes darting over to the boy in question, and touya couldnt help but follow your gaze, his gaze landing on shouto. the boy was happily engaged in a fierce battle between two stuffed animals, completely oblivious to the conversation between you and his older brother.

“what about him?” he asked, turning back to you with a frown.

“we don't have anything, touya.”

touya’s expression darkened as you voiced your concerns. he knew it was true. they had nothing. no money, no home, no future. it was only a matter of time before everything in their lives came crashing down.

“i know,” he said, his voice quiet. “i know we don’t.”

“he cant go to school anymore, he sleeps on a ratty old futon, and eats once a day. i— i dont know what to do. i cant let him live like this.”

touya’s heart ached at your words. he knew all too well the struggles you faced daily. the endless days and nights spent scavenging for scraps, and the exhaustion that never seemed to leave their bodies. they had been surviving for so long that it seemed like it was all they knew how to do.

he let out a deep breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “i know,” he murmured. “i don’t know what to do either.”

he let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and cold. “all this time, i’ve been so focused on surviving that i hadn’t stopped to think about his future.”

touya looked over at shouto again, watching as the boy played with his toys. it was then that he realised just how much he had taken for granted. “he deserves a better life than this.”

he pulled you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. he buried his face in your shoulder, taking solace in your warmth and familiarity.

“we can’t keep living like this,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt. “we can’t keep living in abandoned libraries and eating scraps off the streets. it’s no way to live”

“i know. and that’s why i have to get a job, touya.” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “even if it means i get caught.”

his arms automatically tightened around you, his heart skipping a beat. the thought of you getting caught and taken away from him was enough to make his blood run cold.

“no,” touya said firmly, lifting his head to look at you. “absolutely not. i’m not risking losing you.”

he let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on you growing even tighter. he knew you were right. they couldn't keep living like this. the constant worry of being found, and the never-ending cycle of struggle and exhaustion.

he knew he couldn't keep you safe and protect his brother at the same time. but neither did he want to risk losing you. without you, touya wasn't sure what he would do.

“what if you get caught? what if they take you away from me?”

“then it’ll be one less mouth to feed.”

touya’s eyes widened at your words. he could feel a pang in his chest, like a knife had been plunged into his heart. his eyes darted around your face, searching for any sign that you didn’t really mean it.

he pulled back just slightly, his hands still gripping your shoulders. “don’t say that,” he said angrily. “don’t you dare say that.”

“the lawsons down the street is hiring.” you turned away him, wincing at the sharp tone in his voice. touya was always rough, but something about this time was different. “its not much but–”

“this is a suicide mission, you know.”

touya clenched his jaw tightly, his mind in turmoil. on one hand, he knew that you were right. they needed money, and the lawsons down the street was a small grocery store that could give you a job.

but the thought of you being away from him, in a place he couldn’t reach, was enough to send his heart racing. he was terrified of losing you.

“touya, you’re a walking target! fuckin– fuckin’ look at you, dude. we both know im the only one who can do this.”

that comment stung, but touya knew there was truth to your words. he was a walking target, with his messy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the numerous burn scars that covered his body. it was a miracle he hadn't been found out already.

he was silent for a moment, his mind racing. you were the only one who could do this, and he knew it.

"just... promise me one thing."

“i’ll try, toy.’”

his heart clenched at your words. he knew you too well. you’d always put yourself on the line to keep him and his brother safe.

he let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes narrowing as he fixed you with a stern look. “don’t play the hero,” he warned. “do the job, get the money, and come back. no side quests, no unnecessary risks. understand?”

touya studied your face for a moment, trying to judge your resolve. he knew he couldn’t stop you, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry.

after a few moments, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. he closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

“just... come back to me. please.”

“ill always come back to you, touya.”

those words filled touya with a mix of relief and fondness. he knew that you would do anything for him, and it was both comforting and terrifying at the same time.

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. he buried his face in your hair, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

"you better," he mumbled, his voice soft. he wrapped his arms around you more securely, almost to the point of hurting. "or i'll hunt you down myself."

he held you like that for a few moments, his heart racing. he could feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest, a small comfort in the chaos of their lives.

he knew that there was no going back now. you had already made up your mind, and he couldn't stop you.

so all he could do was hope and pray that you would come back to him in one piece.

“i love you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your hair. “you better not forget that.”

“i love you too i just–” you frown, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “i have to go before it gets dark, touya.”

touya tensed as you mentioned leaving. he knew this moment was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. he wrapped his arms around you tighter, unwilling to let go.

he didn't want you to leave. the thought of not having you there with him, being able to touch and hold you anytime he wanted, was unbearable.

still, he knew he couldn’t keep you. you were right. this was something you had to do.

he let out a deep sigh, and reluctantly loosened his grip on you.

he lifted his head to look at you, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of worry and resignation. they were darker than usual, almost stormy as he studied your face.

he took a few deep breaths, trying to steady the anxiety that was coursing through him. he knew he had to let you go.

but that didn’t make it any easier.

touya watched as you crawled over to shouto and scooped him up, giving the young boy a gentle kiss on the forehead. a lump formed in his throat. “ill be right back, shou.’”

“where are you going?” he asked, his voice small and fearful.

shouto looked up at you curiously, his eyes wide and innocent. he had no idea what was happening, or why you were leaving.

“‘m gonna get dinner, kay?”

shouto’s expression brightened at those words, a small smile appearing on his lips.

he was probably hungry, touya thought. it had been a while since their last meal.

he glanced over at you, watching as you set his brother down on the ground.

“i want lots of soba,” shouto proclaimed, as if it was the only thing that was important to him.

god, you were going to die here. you were sure of it. “ill– ill try.” you whimpered, looking up to prevent yourself from crying. lots of soba.

touya's heart ached at the sound of your voice, and he could feel a lump form in his throat. he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and assure you that everything would be okay, but he knew better.

he couldn’t promise that. for all he knew, this might be the last time he saw you.

he clenched his jaw, fighting back the emotions that threatened to spill over.

“now i have go okay, shou?” you stood up, placing him back down on the futon. “be good to your big brother.”

shouto seemed to sense the seriousness in your voice, and the small smile on his lips faded to a look of confusion.

he looked up at you, his small fingers reaching out to grab the fabric of your pants. “when will you be back?” he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

“soon. i promise.”

touya stood silently, watching as you disappeared through the door, taking a piece of him with you. his heart ached, and he had to resist the urge to run after you.

he turned his attention to shouto, who was staring at the door with a confused and lonely expression.

touya knelt down beside his brother, ruffling his hair gently. he couldn’t bring himself to speak, knowing that his voice would betray his anxiety.

he knew he had to stay strong for shouto. touya wrapped an arm around his younger brother, drawing him closer. he could feel the boy's small body tremble slightly, his eyes still fixed on the door.

touya silently cursed himself. if he had just gotten a job sooner, or had done something to keep you safe—

he didn’t even allow himself to finish the thought. there was no point dwelling on what could have been.

he held shouto close, his mind racing with a hundred different thoughts and scenarios. he knew that he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help it.

he was so used to everything in his life going wrong.

but this time, just this once, he hoped that things would go right. that you would come back to him safe and sound.

he couldn’t lose you.

time ticked by in slow motion, and touya found himself obsessively checking the clock that hung on the wall. minutes, hours, it didn’t matter. every second away from you felt like a lifetime.

he tried to distract himself by playing games with shouto, but they both knew their hearts weren’t in it. the tension was thick, and the silence deafening.

every little sound made touya jump. every car that passed, every door that opened, every loud noise from outside. each one felt like a possible sign of your return.

he felt like he would vibrate out of his own skin. he had the urge to pace, to do something, anything to relieve some of the anxiety that was coursing through him.

shouto eventually fell asleep, his tiny body curled up against touya’s as he dreamed about heroes.

touya envied his brother. sleep seemed like paradise, since he could forget about his worries in his dreams.

but he couldn’t shut his eyes. not when you hadnt returned yet.

touya sat there for what felt like an eternity, his back pressed against the wall as he cradled shouto in his lap. his brother was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of his big brother's anxiety and fear.

it was strange. touya had always prided himself on being tough and in control of his emotions. he had been through hell and back, and yet, here he was, feeling like a broken, vulnerable mess because you weren’t home yet.

he wanted to believe that you were okay, that you were safe and on your way back to him. but his traitorous mind kept reminding him that it had been hours since you left, and there was still no sign of you.

he tried to keep it together, for shouto's sake. but he couldn’t stop himself from checking the door every few minutes, or from flinching at every small noise outside.

he tried to keep his eyes open, but his body was betrayed him. his eyelids grew heavy, and he found himself dozing off, only to jerk awake, and the cycle repeated.

but he was only human. and humans needed to sleep.

every day was the same. wake up as the sun rose, make breakfast. butter on bread, jam if you were lucky. say goodbye to shouto, say goodbye to touya. work eight hours, and work another eight hours. go home, eat stolen onigiri for dinner, and sleep. dream of a better future, and when you woke up, you did it all over again.

it was monotonous, exhausting, and soul-crushing. but you pushed on, knowing that touya and shouto depended on you.

each day was a struggle, and you found yourself growing more and more tired. your body ached, your mind was fuzzy, and you found yourself dreaming of a better life.

but life only got harder. touya continued steal whatever he could, and you continued to work long hours.

the only time you saw each other was in the early morning and late at night. you were both exhausted, both struggling to make ends meet.

life was a endless cycle of work, sleep, and stress. you could feel your nerves frazzle, and your mind weary. you were so tired. tired of struggling to make ends meet, tired of working endless hours, and tired of seeing touya push himself as well.

nights were the hardest. even when you were at home, resting your sore body and aching mind, you couldn’t fully relax. worry gnawed at you, both for yourself and touya.

you worried about him stealing, about him getting caught and taken away from you. you worried about shouto, about how he was growing up surrounded by violence and the threat of poverty.

your heart ached as you thought about how innocent and playful he was, how he had no idea about the struggles that you and touya were facing. you wanted nothing more than to protect him from the harsh realities of life, but you knew that you couldn’t shield him forever.

amidst all the struggle, you still managed to save up a little bit of money each week. you tucked away every spare yen you could find, hoping that one day, it would be enough to get you and touya and shouto out of this situation.

you had been eyeing a small apartment in a slightly less impoverished part of town. it was small, but it was clean and safe, and it was just within your price range.

you could picture it vividly, the small but cosy apartment, the warm beds, the running water, and the clean sheets. and most importantly, you could picture the look on touya's face when you told him that you had finally saved up enough to move.

and when the day finally came, you felt that it was better than you had dreamt. you had never seen touya cry. not like this. and you promised him that he never would have to again.

touya's reaction was everything you had hoped for and more. the moment you told him that you had finally saved up enough to move, his eyes widened, and his face flooded with an expression of disbelief and joy.

he couldn't believe it. he had worked so hard, and you had worked so hard, and it was finally paying off.

tears welled up in his eyes, and he threw his arms around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace. he buried his face in your shoulder, tears streaming down his cheeks.

in that moment, as touya held you tight, you knew that all the struggle had been worth it.

the long hours, the hard work, the endless cycle of work and sleep. it had all been worth it to see the look of relief and joy on his face.

you knew that things were still hard, that there were still obstacles to overcome, but in that moment, it was all you could ever hope for.

#⊹ ࣪ ˖ greywrites #⊹ ࣪ ˖ born a weapon #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #touya x reader #mha touya #touya todoroki x reader #dabi my hero academia #shouto todoroki #shoto torodoki #todoroki x reader #dabi todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader

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drengar · 20 days ago

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Canon Muse Master List

This is the official master list of all the canon muses available on my blog. Be it threads or asks, so long as they appear on this list then you can interact with them. I'm making it so that even if my tag for my canon muses isn't up to date, people who come to my blog know who they can interact with in terms of canon muses. Also, this is meant to be a mobile-friendly version.

Arcane (Maybe League of Legends muses later on)

Ekko

Vander

Baulder's Gate 3

Gale

Halsin

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Enji Todoroki / Endeavor

Keigo Takami / Hawks

Kyoka Jiro/ Earphone Jack

Momo Yaoyaorozu / Creati

Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

Shouto Todoroki

Dragon Age

Cullen Rutherford

Dorian Pavus

the Iron Bull

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

Frieren

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Asmodeus "Ozzie"

Husk

Lucifer

Satan

Marvel

Jeff the land shark

Okami

Amaterasu "Ammy"

#gun aghaidh「 ooc: mun things 」

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explodcor · 3 months ago

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Anonymous said: Someone kidnapped Todoroki, how does your muse react to a picture of him unconscious and tied up? (Hope this isn't too angsty <3)

Katsuki was fuckin' worried sick when Shouto hadn't returned any of his calls or texts. He hadn't even been left on read. He'd returned back to Endeavor's Agency after his patrol shift, but Shouto was nowhere to be found.

Then, he received a text from an anonymous number. He impulsively went to delete it but paused when he saw that a photo attachment was sent along with the text. He felt his guts twist into knots as he went to open the message.

Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. The photo showed Shouto slumped over and tied to a chair. There were Quirk suppressant cuffs over his boyfriend's wrists. Along with this was a message that read: "If you want him to live, come alone with 500,000,000 Yen." Alongside this was coordinates to their location.

Katsuki's face paled white as a ghost, and his eyes went wide.

Though, as panicked as he suddenly felt, nothing could overpower the unbridled rage that quickly rose within his chest.

"Who do these fuckers think they are?!" he growled.

His legs were already moving for the front doors. "Burnin'!" he yelled over to the side-kick. "Tell Endeavor his son got kidnapped! I'm gonna go kill these dumbass fucks!"

"Hahh?!" The side-kick gawked at him. "If that's true, you can't just barge in there by yourself! It's too dangerous!"

"Don't care who you send to cover me, but I'm not waiting around here for his permission to go after Shouto!" Katsuki snapped back with a scowl. He hurriedly sent Burnin' and Endeavor a copy of the coordinates. "I just sent over the location of these assholes!"

A sudden feral grin spread across his face as he continued rushing for the door. "I'M GONNA MAKE THESE FUCKERS REGRET EVER KNOWING MY NAME!"

#Katsuki replies #there's about to be some very dead villains #or at least villains getting their asses kicked #anonymous

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in-search-of-a-fallen-star · 1 year ago

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at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 1)

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki/Reader

WC: 2,021

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no real content warnings for this part, mostly just fluff. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as 'my lady'.

i've had this idea kicking around for a while, and finally decided to finish it for shouto's birthday this year! i have this mostly written, so updates should be consistent, with the last part hopefully coming out on his birthday next week.

soundtrack for this: the whole story was written to the 2015 Cinderella soundtrack by Patrick Doyle. 10/10 recommend.

part 1 (you are here) : part 2

Curse these southerners and their confounded layers,” you muttered angrily as you tried to situate your skirts and petticoats so you could lay down. After some pulling and twisting and more grumbled swearing, you sank down into the soft grass, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at the cool shade underneath the sweeping branches of the trees. You fanned yourself, trying to create any sort of breeze as the haze of the summer afternoon rippled in the air.

You were still close enough to the palace gardens that you could hear the chatter of passing courtiers and servants, the hum of conversation blending with the buzzing of the cicadas to create a soothing kind of white noise. You had time yet, you mused. Time enough for a nap, before you were summoned back to your duties in the castle. Settling your head on your arm, you closed your eyes and began to doze off in your woodland bower.

Crashing sounds rudely roused you from your peaceful rest. There’s no time to react before a form hurtled through the bushes, landing on top of you with a grunt. You catch a flash of red and white hair, and you come nose to nose with surprised blue and grey heterochromatic eyes. You raise your hands to shove him off of you, but a loud noise catches both of your attention.

“GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, ICY HOT!” comes a bellow from somewhere in the palace gardens, accompanied by a crackle of something that sounds like… firecrackers?

The man above you smirks faintly, and you push at his chest, meeting surprisingly solid muscle. Unfortunately, all your shove really does is remind him of your presence, and he turns back to regard you with a curious look. You open your mouth to scream, and he quickly raises a hand to cover your mouth. “Quiet, just for a moment. Please?” he murmurs, his voice low and soft.

You glare but remain silent. The two of you listen to the angry man’s footsteps and grumbling recede, and the moment he fades out of your range of hearing you open your mouth and drag your tongue across the palm still covering your mouth. He recoils immediately, and you take the opportunity to push him again. This time he goes, rocking back to kneel on the grass in front of you. He offers you a hand, but you brush it to the side as you sit up.

“Did you… lick me?” he asks, looking at you incredulously.

“Would you rather I bit you instead?” you retort, focused on righting your dress. “Both are justified when a strange man puts his hand over one’s mouth.”

This startles a huff of laughter out of the strange man. “Ah, no. I am glad you did not bite me.” He looks you over with a strange glint in his eye. “What is your name, my lady?”

You examine him in return. He’s dressed in loose clothes under leather armor, and has a fine dusting of dirt that suggests he’s come from the training yards. A knight, perhaps? “I’m no one of consequence,” you say airily, leaning on the tree behind you for support as you stand up.

He rises with you, his hand moving on instinct to offer you assistance, hanging in the air between the two of you. You brush the grass blades off your skirt and look up, surprised to find his varicolored eyes still watching you. There’s a moment of stillness as your eyes meet, and a shiver runs down your spine at being studied so intently.

The sound of distant bells breaks the atmosphere that has settled over the two of you. Tearing your eyes away from the stranger’s face, you look towards the clock tower and count the bells. You curse under your breath, realizing that you’d taken a longer nap than you’d meant to. As you turn to push through the bushes, a cool hand wraps around your wrist.

“Will you be at the tournament tomorrow?”

“Perhaps, if my lady wishes for me to accompany her.” You pull your hand from his grasp and turn to push through the bushes, returning to the manicured paths of the palace gardens. His gaze remains on you as you walk away, and you can feel it on you like a touch. It sends shivers skittering down your spine, and your skin tingles where his fingers wrapped around your wrist. Discreetly, you shake out your hands and tip your chin up, making your way to the queen’s apartments.

The queen is seated at her vanity, and her grey eyes twinkle at you in the mirror. “You missed dinner,” she says calmly, a sly smile curling the corners of her mouth.

“I apologize, your majesty. I was… delayed,” you say, falling into a deep curtsy before moving behind her. You begin gently removing the pins from her snow white hair.

She lets you work in silence for a moment, letting you relax for a moment before she meets your eyes in the mirror. “Were you napping again?”

“I would do no such thing, your majesty. I was simply enjoying the weather,” you say loftily, refusing to meet her knowing gaze.

“Ah yes, enjoying the weather that you’ve complained about since you arrived.”

“Perhaps I would enjoy it more if I didn’t have to wear all these accursed layers in the middle of summer,” you grouse, running a soft bristled brush through her fine white hair. “These southerners have such delicate sensibilities. I don’t know how you put up with them, your majesty.”

“You’ll grow accustomed to them in time,” she leans her head back with a sigh. “You might even come to find their ways charming.”

“Perhaps. It will be difficult to find them charming while I’m sweating like a pig in three layers of skirts, though.” Your hands still in her hair, and you can feel her eyes on you. “I would kill for a swim in the glacial river,” you joke, resuming your work.

“I know you miss home,” Rei says, her voice gentle. “If you ever want to return, just say the word.”

You let out a distinctly unladylike snort. “And leave you alone to play nice with these southerners? Unlikely.”

She laughs, the sound clear and tinkling like bells. You tie off her long braid with a silver ribbon and do a once over of her room, checking to see if there’s anything you missed.

“You’re free to go,” Rei stands from her chair, pulling a soft blue robe over her nightclothes. “I can take care of myself for the rest of the evening. You’ll need your rest before you attend me at the tournament tomorrow,” she says, a sly look in her grey eyes.

You let her see your eye roll as you dip into a curtsy. “As your majesty wishes,” you say, voice saccharine sweet.

“It’ll be fun,” she tells you. “This city knows how to put on a show.”

“Ah yes, people in metal suits bashing each other over the head with sticks, my favorite.”

“There’s more to it than that,” she admonishes. “You’ll understand once you see. Now run along,” she shoos you out the door with a flapping motion. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

The next morning finds you stifling a yawn behind your hand as you wait in the kitchens for the maids to assemble the queen’s breakfast tray. You hum to yourself as you ascend the stairs to her chambers, where you find her already awake.

You set the tray down on her small table and begin setting out her food. The queen finishes the letter that she’s working on at her desk before she joins you, sitting elegantly in one of the chairs. Once you’ve finished unpacking her tray, you move to her wardrobe.

“Any preferences for your gown today, your majesty?”

“Let’s do the light green one that I wore on May Day.”

You retrieve the requested gown from its place in the wardrobe, laying it out on the bed before you begin gathering the required accessories. Once the queen finishes her breakfast, she stands at the vanity, and you begin the process of dressing. Over her chemise goes the petticoat, then a royal blue kirtle woven with gold. The pale green gown goes last, finely made and patterned with verdant leaves.

You fasten a golden girdle at her waist, studded with emeralds and sapphires. She takes a matching necklace out of her jewelry box and hands it to you to fasten around her neck. Rei takes a seat at the vanity for you to do her hair, which you then place a fine golden veil over, holding it in place with combs.

The final piece is her crown, a delicate golden thing set with moonstones and star sapphires. It rests on her brow, and it makes her look regal and imposing.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you leave her to inspect the gown in the mirror while you go to the table and begin gathering the breakfast dishes to take back to the kitchen. Before you can leave, the queen calls your name.

“Come here,” she beckons you. Rei pulls something out from a drawer in her desk and offers it to you. You set the tray down on the table and approach. The object in her hand is a wreath of silk flowers, bound together with colorful ribbons. It’s too big to be a bracelet, and too small to be a crown. You turn it over in your hands, trying to deduce its purpose.

“It’s a favor,” the queen explains. She laughs softly at your look of confusion. “It’s a token that’s customarily given to a knight of your choosing before their bout at the tournament. As queen, I cannot show favor to one knight over the others, but you have no such restrictions.”

She sees the hesitation on your face. “Just think about it,” she asks, her voice gentle. “I won’t order you to participate in this country’s customs, but this would be a good start.”

You tuck the favor in your pocket. “I will, your majesty,” you curtsy. She looks pleased, and the two of you share a smile before you leave the room.

You bring the tray back to the kitchens and see to your other duties. The favor burns a hole in your pocket while you dash about, finishing chores and preparing the queen’s box. Perhaps she’s right, you muse. Since you arrived four months ago, you’ve avoided every custom and tradition the south has to offer. You’re at court so little that you’ve only met two of the queen’s four children- Princess Fuyumi is the picture of an elegant southern lady, and Prince Natsuo seems like a kind man, devoted to his studies.

The other two princes have eluded you so far. Prince Touya has been in recovery since the whole business with the king, and hasn’t been seen in the capital since. As far as you know, the youngest prince has been away for several months, studying magic under the great mage Yagi Toshinori. You’ve heard that the youngest prince has made quite a name for himself, as he roams the country slaying monsters with his teacher. It’s unlikely that either of them will attend, but you wonder if they’ll make an appearance.

Your mind strays to the strange knight with the heterochromatic eyes. You can’t deny that he’d been handsome, with those blue and grey eyes, delicate features, and a soft mouth. As a knight he’s most likely going to be somewhere in the tournament tomorrow, a part of your mind whispers.

You quash that thought immediately. Your duty is to the queen, you remind yourself. You have no business getting distracted, no matter how pretty the distraction might be. Besides, most of these southerners are only interested in you because you’re an oddity. They’re curious about your snow woman heritage, and their interest quickly wanes when you refuse to do tricks for them.

The knight didn’t know, your brain points out. And he was interested in you anyway.

#shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #ves.writes

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