#Main Verse Todoroki Shoto rp Manga based

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Continued from X || @ooh-ouch-me-bones​

The boldness of that action easily took him by surprise, Shoto looked up from the table he sat at, surrounded by a certain duo of classmates, as they had been going over some of the notes from the lectures of the previous day. Or simple put: Kaminari had asked him for his homework and Kirishima just tagged a long (at least that is what Shoto assumed). 

Shoto blinked when Bakugo just leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. The response of the two boys next to him was immediate too. The bottle-blond lightning-user gave off a high pitched whistle while Kirishima had snickered gently to himself. Overall it was enough to have a familiar heat rise from the pit of his stomach to the younger boys mismatched features, the dust of pink hard to miss on the usually pale skin . That grin was surely doing some funny things to his guts. 

“Hey. Didn’t you wanna go for lunch? Everything okay?”

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Continued from X || @ooh-ouch-me-bones​

It is only a moment, this tiny and forgettable moment that could mean everything, change everything and Shoto knew about it. He knew that heros were never safe and that around every corner could be another threat. They couldn’t afford to not pay attention to the smallest details. Ever. But here comes that one non-calculable factor they all suffer from and always will. They are humans. They aren’t machines that always pay attention. Not a camera that never blinks. They make mistakes. 

This was a mistake. 

Shoto sees Katsuki run off while he ties up the small fry as his boyfriend would say. He looks away for only a second, securing the knot. Should he have gone after him right away? Should he have risked the an escapee in favor of supporting his teammate. It’s more than that too. They both know. Had been told about it before. Being more than just colleagues on the battlefield. It left them more vulnerable than they might want to admit. 

He’s at Katsukis side before the syllables of his name have fallen. The guy is running, Shoto sends a cascade of flames after him but doesn’t give chase because the way his boyfriend drags out each sound, stumbles, struggles, hisses. 

He forgets everything else and grabs the blond boys face, cupping his cheeks, gently forcing their eyes together. Mismatched optics meeting carmine ones. 

“Katsuki. I’m here- look at me. It’s okay. It’s okay. Breath. You are okay.” 

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“Talk about hypocritical.” 

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@ooh-ouch-me-bones​ yep. Happened like that. XD

vibing with domestic tdbk🕺

Inspired by a beautiful fanfic by lelex

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It’s weird to say the least, even if he doesn’t know why and thinking about it seems meaningless as well. The words just won’t come, not as he needs them, no matter how hard he tries to put them together. 

He lets his boyfriend pull him up, it feels good. He’s relieved at that. 

They continue. Dancing around each other. He parries a couple more punches, a little more focused. He feels the sweat building on his skin, feels the adrenaline fill up his veins, eradicating the anxiety that had been weighting him down before. But his attacks are still too slow, still not enough. This time though he puts up more of an actual fight. 

He charges in again, trying to find an opening in the other boys defense. 

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He’s glad Izuku has been rescued. He’s glad Katsuki has reached him. He’s glad they finally found their connection. He’s glad. He’s relieved and happy for them. 

He’s glad. 

He’s glad.. 

Nothing else. Everything is going to be okay. 

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You can’t fight fire with fire without burning everything to ashes. 

It’s the dead of the night. 

Yes he shouldn’t be doing this. 

But there has been this sudden urge, having the youngest Todoroki restless and on his feet before he can even think about it twice. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t want to think about this, has tired to hold off on it for too long and that is essentially how he finds himself, putting on some slippers before he peeks out of the door to his hospital room, left, right, no one there, shit how does he even find the right door? 

Thankfully the station is not too big, he does remember his friends saying that he was on the same floor, the same hallway even a couple rooms from his own if Shoto remembers correctly. Well, everyone should be asleep, right? As long as he doesn’t run into anyone no one should be bothered? He can only hope that to be true. The first door is not the right one, thankfully everyone inside is asleep so he is not forced to explain himself. He closes it silently, turns towards the next one, opens it carefully, more asleep faces but not the one he’s looking for. 

What is he even going to say if someone sees him? Not like he can say anything at all. His throat is still sore, voice still mostly gone and more than just little rasps won’t come out but the doctor said his throat was going to be fine. The fire had not done much harm, even with the inhuman temperatures his skin wasn’t even singed, raw yes, like a sunburn maybe, he’s never had a sunburn before. But what damaged him was the heat of the air he breathed in, his insides much more vulnerable to divert temperatures than his skin. 

For some miracle reason Shoto does not encounter any nurses or other patients, how he managed to do that would be beyond him but there is no time for him to ponder about it. The third door leads to the room he had been wanting to find. He slips inside, unprompted, not even sure if the occupant of the single bed is conscious in the first place. He would mutter a greeting but.. 

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I had to color the boys 👏

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Shoto as a parent HCs:

Psychologically speaking it’s only natural to adapt certain traits from our own parents and oftentimes it’s not necessarily the positive ones. There are two ways kids deal with their past trauma when they become parents themselves, they either inherited everything and do it exactly the same or they do the opposite which is less likely but since Shoto is actually very aware of what he does and thinks about his decisions a lot I think he will try to do it better than his father. Even if he’s forgiven him, doesn’t mean he forgets anything. He knows how hard it is to be the child of a pro-hero so he will do anything in his might to compensate for the many many hours he will have to spend with work. That being said:

- Shoto is the parent that will spoil his kids rotten, not that he will let them become entitled brats, don’t get me wrong but he’s very kind and understanding with them, always tries to talk shit out which also results in his inability to stay mad at them

- He will try to raise them as independently as possible from the start, making sure they know all the basics that he wasn’t taught as a kid, so if anything ever happens that they can get by a couple hours or depending on their age even a day or two (which never would happen because there would always be someone to look after them but he still wants them to not feel entirely lost)

- He will also teach his kids to talk about their issues and expect them to do so, even if some things are unpleasant. He will teach them to speak about what they feel and say what they think so they won’t grow up helpless when it comes to how to express something (unlike himself) 

- Shoto doesn’t care if his kids curse even at a young age because he thinks that’s a way to express something and he goes by the motto: rather get it off your chest than bottle it up, he will teach them that respect can’t be granted, that it needs to be earned and he’s 10/10 the parents that will butt heads with teachers if his kid was being disrespectful and the person in question deserved it. Conversation like this will happen and everyone hates him for it:  Teacher: Your kid was disrespectful and a smartass in class Shoto: Was it wrong what they said? Teacher: That’s apart the point!  Shoto: That’s the only point I see. Wrongs should be corrected.  

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Some thoughts. 

If Shoto was an actual cat he probably would use every opportunity given to annoy the people he loves the most. He would sit on Katsukis chest early ass in the morning and purr, he would lick his hair to make sure it’s actually clean even if the blond just showered twenty minutes ago, he would following him like a duckling wherever he goes and curl up on his lap wherever he sits down. Sometimes he wants to be a cat. That would make things much easier between them. They would not need to try and keep things hush. He could just openly be affectionate with the other without drawing in too much unwanted attention. He wouldn’t have to wait until the common room has emptied out before he feels safe enough to walk over and put his forehead against Katsukis shoulder. He wouldn’t have to leave Katsukis room early ass in the morning to make sure that they wouldn’t run into any classmates to avoid unwarranted questions. On the other hand, Katsuki has taken Shotos hand before. They had gone to dinner together too. Some of their friends probably already guessed that there was something going on. But in all honesty Todoroki is not entirely sure right now. It’s always rather vague and they never really cared to address it but somehow Shoto wants to know. Right now. He wants to know if he can just take Katsukis calloused palm and kiss his bruised knuckles after a long day of training. Would that be too weird? Would that cross a line? He doesn’t know. Then again the mere thought of doing just that is too much for his beating heart and he flushes. Sometimes that is frustrating. Like right now. When he sits across the other, looks at him, maybe a little too intense, looks down at his food, then up again. He’s longing. It’s obvious. 

Some thoughts they are. @ooh-ouch-me-bones

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Having known Bakugo for the entirety of the time they spend together, from the start of their hero studies up to this point, Shoto quickly noticed that something about the blond was not normal. Which means a lot in a world were people controlling others minds or extending their tongues to use as a lasso is not exactly considered abnormal. Well on the other hand what is even normal to begin with. 

So yeah, Bakugo wasn’t normal in many ways. he had absolutely no chill. Usually. Oftentimes. Well sometimes at least. Mostly when they were alone together. Someone had asked Shoto in the past why he even bothered since Bakugo was loud, rude and destructive and Shoto just said: Yes.

While a lot of people had depicted the youngest of Endeavor as dense and socially inept (which wasn’t entirely wrong for the latter part), he came to the conclusion that no, he wasn’t stupid. He noticed something the other had tried to hide. 

Long story short. Bakugo was going deaf. At least Shoto assumed it to be true. Probably due to the backlash of his own quirk. Being in the center of explosives at all times, didn’t sound pleasant for his ears and something Todoroki spend quite some time thinking about. He’d never considered it as much as he did right now. 

Bakugo was different. In a way that had nothing to do with his admittedly outstanding personality. Why he was thinking about it, is the question? Well, ...looking down at his phone from which Shoto just messaged the blond his location... he wasn’t quite sure why. They’d come a long way, from being at each others throats to...this. Todoroki sitting in the common room of their dorms, perched over a steaming mug of tea, hoping for a reply. @ooh-ouch-me-bones​

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@ooh-ouch-me-bones​ aaahh I love this, them soft, them kisses

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Attempt to comfort a detonation expert take 1.0  continued from: XXX

He looks down when Bakugo enters the kitchen, damn this really didn't go as planned. That he was already too annoyed to yell at him was a bad sign too so Shoto flails for a moment then faces the mess he’s made and the charred thing he had wanted to turn into something edible. He sighs. "I.. it seemed like you could use some distraction." he scratches the back of his head, obviously a little lost, with good intentions at least, a distraction this is for sure. 

"...so I wanted to make you some food, the same as you did for me last time, also in my defense when I messaged you it didn’t look this bad...” he tries to reason, to make it seem a little better, but it’s honestly not as plausible as it was supposed to sound like. Shoto just didn’t know how this turned out so horrible in such a quick time. He went all out of his way into the grocery store earlier this evening. He bought fine rice, wasabi, togarashi and shoga not too sure which of those Bakugo likes best, simply deciding to get them all, some fresh vegetables too, bell peppers, eggplants, onions, carrots and potatos, which proves that he must have listened to the blond in some way or form at least. They are all still on the counter, washed and technically still good. At least none of them is burned to bricks. With the opened rice pack it also gets very obvious what he had attempted to do. So the blond can put two and two together himself. 

“...but.. something went wrong." well that much is obvious and was probably putting it lightly. He glances at the other, realizing that what he probably only caused more trouble instead of helping, or relieving any stress and suddenly he feels very bad about it, so all that's left to do is: "I'm sorry.. “

“You don’t have to tell me whats going on, I don’t mind it but I thought some food would be good either way. I could offer you some sparring too.. cooking and fighting always seemed to relax you so.... Sorry.” @ooh-ouch-me-bones

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@ooh-ouch-me-bones​ || Continued from here: X

“When did you start calling me Sho and why?” Thinking about it now he had never asked that but just went along with it and at some point grown so used to it that he forgot to ask about it altogether. Somehow he was reminded of it right now and carefully settled down next to Izuku. “And we do you call Katsuki Kacchan?” 

The slight frown (barely visible of course), was not one of displeasure of discomfort but genuine curiosity at this point. He didn’t mind it, but he wanted to know. “Should you rest instead of studying more though, if you already passed out here?”

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When the time for their dinner date came around Todoroki had made sure that he had something nice to dress in. Just like Bakugo had told him too. Well, if he only knew what nice meant. How nice was it going to be? Casual nice? Suit n Tie nice? Even though he found that highly unlikely. But.. What was he supposed to wear? Why was this so hard? He ended up with a couple options to chose from but each of them came down to the question where they were going. 

A little frustrated he pulled out his phone, slumping down on his futon, typing out a message to the explosive blond. 

[Icyhot ---> Pawkugo] ::: [What do you want me to wear?]

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@ooh-ouch-me-bones​ 10/10 XD

You know about the shoulder touch??