#Shoto -effortlessly cool- Todoroki

[decchanlover]

DAY 5 OF 14DAYSOFMHA

Special Move

It had to be this one :')

Coldflame's Pale Blade!

That smile is still everything to me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

[anathemaspeaks]

dandelion wishes

character(s): shoto todoroki synopsis: always the bridesmaid, never the bride - isn't that how the saying goes? my name is momo yaoyorozu, and in my case, it's true. word count: 1.3k warning(s): none a/n: not my best work, but here you go anon :) likes, follows, and reblogs are appreciated <3 this is all from momo's point of view.

it happened at my birthday party, a day after i turned 16.

kaminari managed to somehow smuggle booze into the house. still teenagers and drunk off the excitement more than the liquor, someone suggested we play 7 minutes in heaven. everyone cheered in agreement - except bakugou, of course. he opted to stay sober and make sure we don't have too much fun.

after a few uneventful rounds, it was finally my turn to spin the bottle. i wished it would land on shoto. this was my chance to tell him how i feel about him. maybe he'd say something back? well, a girl can dream...right?

my heart hammered in my chest as i gripped the bottle, spinning it on the polished wooden floor. every spin felt like an eternity until it finally landed with a decisive click. i traced the path of the neck, breath catching in my throat as i saw it pointed directly at todoroki. this was it. this was my chance.

we awkwardly shuffled towards the closet, the door creaking shut behind us, the dim light casting shadows on the wall. before i could calm my nerves and speak, todoroki blurted

"listen, about the spin…" his voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost hesitant.

"yeah?" i forced a nonchalant reply, inhaling to try and calm my nerves. he ran a hand through his dual-colored hair, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"actually, there's someone i... well, someone i kind of like." a sheepish grin tugged at the corner of his lips. it felt like the wind got knocked out of my lungs. my eyes darted around the cramped space, landing on a crumpled magazine lying forgotten on the floor. this was happening. finally.

"oh, cool," i choked out, my voice barely above a whisper, "who is it?" i asked nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

a beat of silence.

"y/n" he mumbled, a shy smile on his lips. the name rang in my ears, shattering my dreams of a chance with shoto. i forced a smile, "oh."

maybe this was for the best.

maybe y/n would make him happy in a way i couldn't, maybe she was what he had wanted all along.

maybe y/n wouldn't have walked out of this closet with a broken heart hidden behind a painted grin.

of course it was her. it made perfect sense. her smile could light up a whole room, kindness radiating from her like sunshine. she was effortlessly beautiful. she was everything i couldn't be. everything i wanted to be. pretty, smart, funny, strong and kind.

how could i ever compete with that? a pang of jealousy, sharp and unwanted, twisted in my gut. i should be happy for them.

and yet the feeling wouldn't leave.

my gaze flickered up to shoto's shy smile, and the way his eyes seemed to light up just at the mere mention of her. a hollow ache settled in my chest, envy so deep it felt like a barbed wire wrapped around my heart.

shoto's turn.

i held my breath, the unsettling feeling in my gut worsening each second. when the bottle stopped spinning, it landed on y/n.

of course it did.

as if tonight could've gotten any worse.

they emerged from the closet looking like a tornado had hit them. clothes askew, hair a mess, and faces flushed with a kind of unspoken ecstasy that left little to guess.

the next day, they walked into class hand-in-hand. it was official.

today marks 2 years since that day.

over this period, they became the textbook definition of the perfect couple. they were disgustingly cute. sneaky, affectionate, glances in the middle of lectures, whispered jokes that erupted in shared laughter, their hands seemingly glued together.

shoto 'resting bitch face' todoroki, weak, a complete loverboy for y/n. he'd wrap his arm casually around her waist, brush stray hairs from her face with a lingering touch, and steal kisses during training breaks. it was a side of him no one had ever seen - a shoto who wore his heart on his sleeve. for her.

here i was, stuck watching their picture-perfect love story unfold, a constant reminder of the confession that will forever remain trapped on my tongue.

we were sprawled across mina's living room floor, empty pizza boxes scattered around like confetti, and a half-eaten bag of chips resting precariously on a mountain of rom-com CDs. the topic, just like a normal beginning to a girls' night, was boys.

"boys are the worst!" mina declared, prompting a chorus of agreement from everyone.

"mine just left his gym socks under the bed again. seriously, how hard is it to use a laundry basket?" uraraka chimed in.

just then, y/n came in from the kitchen with a bag of marshmallows and sat down next to us. well, she wouldn't be participating in the complaining.

"look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," i teased, nudging her playfully.

"so, how are things going with the ice king, anyways?" asked jirou.

she blushed a bit. "oh, the usual. he's amazing, and he's surprisingly..." she trailed off, a sly smile on her face.

"surprisingly...?" mina prompted.

"let's just say his quirk isn't the only thing that's hot and cold."

the room erupted in laughter and whoops for her. i forced a laugh, feeling an all too familiar pang in my stomach.

the conversation continued, everyone chiming in with their recent stories about boys. including y/n. every detail felt like a knife to my heart. 'that should've been me' i thought. i pushed it away. i wouldn't let my jealousy get the best of me.

they all seemed so happy, while i was stuck on the sidelines, yearning to feel their joy. we all fell asleep in that room while watching movies and gossiping, a smile on everyone's tired faces. i still couldn't help but feel a little bitter. but i couldn't let it get the best of me.

now we all have finally graduated. we decided to still meet up every saturday for dinner, and this week, it was at todoroki's. the familiar buzz of anticipation and excitement filled the house as we all talked about our first week after graduating.

then, shoto and y/n walked in hand-in-hand.

"hi everyone!" greeted y/n, smile so bright it was contagious.

"sit wherever you're comfortable, dinner will be ready soon" announced shoto.

"but before that, there's something we have to tell you." she was practically shaking in eagerness.

todoroki cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "we, uh, well…" he fumbled for words, a rare sight for the usually composed half-and-half hero. she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"we're engaged!" she blurted out, a wide grin on her face.

the air crackled with shock. wide eyes, dropped jaws, and a silence followed the announcement.

"wait, married?!" kaminari finally found his voice, his eyes wide with surprise. "but you guys are only eighteen!"

todoroki chuckled, a sound rarely heard before y/n. "we know," he admitted, a hint of shyness lingering in his voice. "but we knew what we wanted, and well, here we are," he added, a hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

and then, as if a dam had broken, the group erupted. mina squealed, launching herself at y/n in a bone-crushing hug. kirishima gave todoroki a hearty back slap, nearly knocking him over. uraraka, tears welling in her eyes, showered them both with congratulations.

"dumb brats, you're gonna regret this!" yelled bakugou. but i saw him turn away and wipe away a falling tear. both y/n and shoto engulfed him in a hug. he threatened to burn their arms off if they did it again, but the smile on his face was hard to ignore.

congratulations continued, hugs going all around. the surprise announcement had cast a whole new light on their evening. it was a celebration not just of friendship and graduation, but of a love story that had blossomed within the very walls of U.A., a love story we all saw unfold.

married. at eighteen. the words echoed in the hollow space where my confession had died. cheers rained down on them, a cruel confetti shower on my silent tears. my wish for him was as futile as willing a dandelion's wispy white petals not to fly away with the wind.

they were a love story written in stolen glances and secret touches, a masterpiece i could only watch unfold from the sidelines - a happy ever after that couldn't be mine.

to the anon who requested this, i know you wanted it to be more angsty so i tried to make it as vengeful as i could, i hope you like it! <3 (i accidentally deleted the ask I'M SO SORRY)

please send in requests everyone 🫶

[doumadono]

For the grand finale of this year's Sinful Sunday, may I boldly request a leisurely session of making out with Shoto, skillfully complemented by jerking him off?? I love your sinful stories and I'm super grateful for everything you're doing on here. Please stay awesome 😎

Warnings: aged-up Shoto

SINFUL SUNDAY

Imagine a cozy evening, perhaps in Shoto's apartment or a quiet spot where the two of you can have some privacy.

Soft lighting, like dim lamps or a few candles, creates an intimate atmosphere.

Soft music plays in the background, heightening the romantic atmosphere.

Shoto, typically reserved, surprises you by taking the lead. He gently cups your face, his dual-colored eyes conveying a mix of desire and affection.

Shoto's kisses are deliberate and measured. He starts with soft, lingering pecks that gradually deepen.

Much like his quirk, Shoto's kisses embody a duality. One side of his mouth is warm, while the other is cool. As your lips meet, you can feel the contrasting sensations, making the experience uniquely sensual.

His fingers trail along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth that contrasts with the cool touch of his quirk.

With a sultry sigh, your passionate moans intertwine with the fervent exchange of a heated kiss. Your tongue, moving with deliberate seduction, sensuously explores the contours of his mouth, releasing a symphony of pleasure-laden sounds.

Your hand glides down his chest, each kiss taking you further along the enticing journey. Eventually, you find yourself resting your palm against his crotch where a noticeable bulge begins to form.

Shoto attempts to resist your advances by attempting to push your hand away. Undeterred, you choose a more provocative route, gently sinking your teeth into his lower lip. With a sly grin, you quip, "Easy there, tiger. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

You skillfully undo his belt, effortlessly glide down the zipper, and seamlessly slip your hand into the depths of his jeans and snug boxer briefs. With confidence, you take hold of his partially aroused cock, initiating a tantalizing rhythm of sensual strokes.

Shoto's breath is caught in his throat, and a soft, restrained sound escapes his lips. His body tenses, responding to the touch as if experiencing the sensation for the very first time.

Todoroki leaks an absurd amount of precum as you stroke his now fully erect cock. The wet, provocative sounds emanating from each stroke only heightens his arousal, and he grows even harder under your touch.

You find yourself engaged in a slow and sensual make-out session with Shoto. Your tongues entwine in a very slow, seductive dance, and as the intensity builds, your hand boldly ventures southward, delicately squeezing his weighty, tensed balls.

You resume your vigorous stroking. You brush your thumb against the swollen tip of his cock, spreading his precum all over his shaft.

In the blink of an eye, Todoroki succumbs to ecstasy, his warm cum coating your palm with its enticing stickiness as he moans like a horny teenager. "Cummin'!"

As the kiss breaks, you delicately run your tongue along his lips, teasingly declaring, "Now, I hope you're eager for more, tiger."

[irisintheafterglow]

Polish Up Real Nice! (bnha boys x you)

summary: hcs about taking care of yourself and taking care of the boys (with bakugo, shoto, izuku, kirishima, and denki)

cw/tags: swearing cuz bakugo is here, sickeningly cheesy fluff, the tiniest little bit of angst, pet names (love, babe, baby, sweetheart, lovey)

note: this is your reminder to take good fucking care of yourself because you deserve to feel loved !!!

likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated <3

Bakugo Katsuki

he has a longer skincare routine than you

does not matter if your routine is 2 steps or 10

he absolutely has a more complex regimen

will hide your body wash/shampoo to force you to use his instead

he likes it when you smell like him because he doesn't know how to voice his fuckin emotions any other way

it's ok !!! we love him anyway !!!

will automatically assume you're using his stuff if he starts running out

"babe, do you know what the fuck happened to my serums?"

"no, love, i'm sorry"

"you're not using them behind my back, are you?"

"i can't read half of the instructions on that tiny-ass bottle."

"it's self-explanatory-"

"it's also $100 for literally 2 milliliters, kats."

"that's a no, then."

it was denki lmao he was over at your house trying to figure out which bottle was soap

also has a haircare routine but not as strict as skincare

he'll just put leave-in conditioner if he wants it to look extra fluffy

MELTS when you massage oil into his scalp

he would rather die than wear one of those cutesy face masks

but he's over here putting fucking cucumbers on his eyes

you have a photo of him with a clay mask on and cucumbers over his eyes that he doesn't know you took

immediately sent it to his friends and now every single contact photo is of that picture

his love language is most definitely not words of affirmation but i think quality time is a strong contender

so when you're both getting ready in the morning he'll wordlessly hand you bottles of products without you asking because he's memorized your habits too <3

Todoroki Shoto

has like????? no skincare routine??????

man is just effortlessly pretty

for a long time he'd just use whatever momo or his mom recommended to him

when he started dating you and you asked about his skincare routine, he was the definition of confused

he was like

"i wash it??"

"no, but like with what product, sweetheart?"

"soap??"

despite not having much of a routine for himself, he will buy you WHATEVER you want

does not matter if the product costs more than the fucking moon

he'll have at least two bottles of it in your house at all times so you never run out

whenever he visits the store or has an assistant out shopping for him, he'll ask if you need anything (applies to basically everything but especially selfcare items)

when you do a facemask with him your favorite part is tying back his hair and giving him a tiny little sprout on the top of his head

also melts when you massage hair oil into his scalp

but he likes to give you massages more

could be with lotion or body wash, doesn't matter

will heat and/or cool his body depending on what you need

he likes running his hands over your skin until you're on the verge of falling asleep

and then he'll just lie down next to you and press his body against yours

Midoriya Izuku

doesn't really know much about skincare but is very eager to learn!!

adores doing facemasks with you

will pick up silly little animal masks from the store while he's on patrol

"look, it's a penguin."

"zuku, my love, where did you get these?"

"on patrol today."

"you're supposed to be stopping villains, babe."

"to be fair, i did kick the hell out of some thieves before buying them."

"ah, so you rewarded yourself."

"by being able to spend time with you, yes."

when he comes home late from a mission or from patrol and he's too tired to take care of his curls, you do it for him

just taking care of him in general when his body is physically unable to do it

which is quite often because you know, he's fucking deku

you'll lead him to the bath and make sure the water is warm beforehand

after he's settled and you clean any pressing wounds, you start working on his hair

he almost falls asleep right there, with your fingers gently rubbing product into his curls

you have to gently wake him to remind him to rinse

will sleepily watch you put on lip balm and then ask to try it

when you hand it out to him, he shakes his head

you smile and he kisses it off your lips

"that's pretty good. keep wearing it, please."

Kirishima Eijiro

probably uses a simple face wash and moisturizer

sometimes uses toner if you remind him but he doesn't really need it since his skin doesn't get super oily

he has a hand care routine

does that even exist??

it does now !

one of your nightly routines with him is rubbing lotion into his palms

because of his quirk, they can get really, really rough and dry

his skin in general gets beat up the most

he tries to remember to put lotion on but he's so busy that he forgets often

he also likes it better when you're sitting across from him and dotingly running your thumb along his palms

despite having a lot of callouses, it's one of the more sensitive spots on his body

"what is it, eiji?"

"that tickles."

he also asks you if you can help him take care of his nails, too

they tend to get roughed up during battles and he also sometimes picks at his cuticles absentmindedly

you help him clean up the nailbeds and scrub dirt from under the fingernails

he watches you like you painted the stars in the sky

when he comes out of the shower and his hair is down, he'll shake his head like a dog if you're in close proximity

effectively hitting you with water like a lawn sprinkler

the absolute KING of physical affection self-care

if you've had a hard day sometimes the one thing you need is just for him to lay his entire body weight on you

"can i ask a favor, babe?"

"anything, lovey."

"work was shit today, could you-"

he's already throwing himself at you and burying you both into the couch cushions

Kaminari Denki

definitely used hand soap to wash his face before dating you

instead of hiding your body wash to make you smell like him, he likes to use your products instead to make him smell like you

because of the videos you send him, most of his social media feed is influencers doing product reviews

he'll send you those product reviews and ask if it's legit or not

if you say it's legit, he'll buy it for you even if you didn't ask for it

"the fuck is this?"

"looks like some crystal roller thing, i don't know."

"baby, you're the one that bought it."

"to be fair, i black out every time i press 'proceed to cart,' so i don't remember doing it."

LOVES taking pictures and videos while you're doing self-care together

he's a sucker for the domestic life what can i say

will play music while you're trying to do your routine and take videos of him just spinning you around your bathroom

his skin also tends to dry out because of his quirk and sometimes he just needs a nice, long soak

will adamantly try to convince you to join him

not in a sexual way but in a matter of he has a small water gun hiding below the surface of the bubbles

instead of doing deep pressure therapy for you, sometimes he needs it from you

it gets hard for him, being a conduit of such a volatile quirk, and he needs you to remind him that his body isn't just a weapon

therefore he likes to just walk up behind you and ask to put his arms around you or just hold you

because he needs it

and deep down?

you need it too

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader First Date

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city as you nervously paced in front of your mirror. Tonight was the night you’d been looking forward to—and dreading—all week: your first date with Shoto Todoroki. The stoic, enigmatic hero-in-training had caught your eye long ago, but you’d never imagined he’d ask you out. Yet here you were, trying to decide if the outfit you picked out was just right.

You took a deep breath and smoothed down your clothes one last time before grabbing your phone. There was a text from Shoto, simple and to the point, just like him:

**Shoto**: *I’m outside when you’re ready.*

Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly grabbed your things and headed out the door. Sure enough, there he was, standing with his hands in his pockets, his dual-colored hair catching the last rays of sunlight. He wore a casual outfit—a plain shirt with a jacket over it, looking effortlessly cool.

“Hi, Shoto,” you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady.

He turned to you, a small smile playing on his lips. “You look great.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment. “Thank you. You too.”

There was a brief silence as the two of you looked at each other, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt like an unspoken understanding between you two. You’d always admired Shoto’s calm and composed demeanor, and it seemed to rub off on you now.

“So, where are we headed?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“There’s a place I’d like to show you,” he replied, a hint of excitement in his usually steady voice. “I hope you don’t mind a bit of a walk.”

“Not at all,” you smiled, falling into step beside him as he led the way.

As you walked through the city, the conversation between you two flowed more naturally than you had expected. Shoto talked about his training, his classmates, and even shared a few stories from his childhood. He was more open than you’d ever seen him, and it was clear that he was making an effort to share more of himself with you. In return, you told him about your interests, your hopes for the future, and a few embarrassing stories of your own that made him chuckle softly.

Eventually, the two of you reached your destination—a quiet, hidden park nestled away from the busy streets. It was a serene spot with a small pond in the center, surrounded by trees that provided just enough cover to make the place feel intimate and special. The gentle chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the breeze added to the peaceful atmosphere.

“This place is beautiful,” you whispered, looking around in awe.

Shoto nodded. “I come here sometimes when I need to think. It’s a good place to clear your head.”

You both found a spot near the pond, and Shoto handed you a small picnic basket you hadn’t noticed he was carrying. “I thought we could have a quiet dinner here.”

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness behind his gesture. “You planned all this?”

He shrugged, a bit shyly. “I wanted our first date to be something memorable.”

You opened the basket to find an assortment of simple, but delicious-looking foods—sandwiches, fresh fruits, and a few of your favorite snacks. The two of you sat down on the grass, and as you ate, the conversation turned more personal.

“Shoto, can I ask you something?” you began, after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Of course,” he replied, his heterochromatic eyes meeting yours.

“Why me? I mean… you’re Shoto Todoroki, you could have anyone. So why did you ask me out?”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your question. “I’ve been watching you for a while,” he admitted, his voice steady. “You’re strong, kind, and you’re not afraid to be yourself. You… make me feel at ease, even when everything around me is chaotic. I wanted to get to know you better, to see if we could be more than just classmates or friends.”

His words caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. It was rare for Shoto to open up like this, and you knew how much it meant for him to share his feelings.

“I’m glad you did,” you said softly. “I’ve always admired you, Shoto. Not just because you’re strong, but because you’re genuine. I want to know you better too.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and for a moment, you saw a flash of vulnerability in his eyes—something that made him seem more human, more real.

As the evening continued, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s company. The sun had fully set by now, and the park was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. It felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this little bubble of tranquility.

Eventually, Shoto suggested a walk around the pond before heading back. The two of you strolled side by side, your hands brushing occasionally, sending sparks up your arm. You noticed him glancing at you out of the corner of your eye, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out and gently took his hand in yours.

He froze for a moment, looking down at your intertwined fingers, then back up at you. But instead of pulling away, he squeezed your hand gently, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips.

“This was a good first date,” you murmured, looking up at the star-filled sky.

“Yeah,” Shoto agreed, his voice soft. “It was.”

As the night drew to a close and you found yourselves back at your doorstep, the comfortable silence returned. You turned to face him, your hand still in his, feeling a mix of emotions—happiness, excitement, and the slight nervousness that came with the end of a perfect evening.

“Thank you for tonight, Shoto,” you said, looking up at him with a smile. “I had a really great time.”

He looked at you, his gaze intense but tender. “So did I. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that,” you replied, your heart skipping a beat.

There was a pause, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to kiss you. But instead, he simply raised your hand to his lips and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the back of it. The gesture was sweet, old-fashioned, and utterly Shoto.

“Goodnight, Your Name ,” he said, his voice a low murmur.

“Goodnight, Shoto,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you watched him walk away, a smile spread across your face. Tonight had been everything you’d hoped for—and more. And as you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but feel excited for what the future might hold with Shoto Todoroki by your side.

-LLB💚

[mo2k]

bam's note : this is a part of @okkatsudon ; "somebody new" collab! it's always been my dream after watching mha to write this, literally seizing this opportunity as soon as i saw the event!

warnings : angst, unrequited/one sided love, crushing, no happy ending, some cursed words, deja vu, third wheel character, one part is slightly suggestive, long fic (almost 3k words omg wat- 😵🤯)

it was sweet to love him.

you met todoroki on the very first day of school, pretty cherry blossom trees were blooming and portions of petals were falling down the ground.

lost in the scenery, you didn't took notice of the person walking your way until you bumped into them. all the books and papers you were carrying got knocked to the floor. you instantly apologise to that person and crouch down to collect your things. another hand that's not yours help pick the few left ones before handing them to you.

that was the first time you got to drown in those mismatched heterochromatic eyes.

a stranger with evenly split hair between two colours; white and red. he was rather well-built and tall for someone around his age. though he has quite a strange large scar on one side of his face. despite that and the seriousness he wore you swear you viewed him as the hottest guy you've ever met.

you again haven't noticed that you were staring at him for far too long until this unknown man need to clear his throat and gently jab the stuffs to you once more. you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you quickly look away and mumbled quiet sorry for your bad manners and thank him for his help.

he only nodded in response before about to turn and resumed back on his way. you interrupted him first by calling out, "what's your name?"

the man spare you a glance, evidently heard you, still he decided not to reply. making you frown and follow him, proceeding to ask him questions "hey, what's your class? perhaps we're on the same one, and with that perhaps-" he suddenly took a turn around the corner, consequence come in you almost tripped on your own feet. this time you managed to grab the wall, then run up to catch up to him. frowning, why is he gotta be so fast?

"hey! wait! you're still new here like me right? how about we walk to our classroom together? i'm y/n by the way, and was about to head to class 1A. do you perhaps have any idea where-" it was as though all you babble was nix as the arrogant dude, you could call him, doesn't seem to even give a damn.

but it's alright, because it seems like he share the same destination as you. 1A label presented in front of you, and the stranger you met earlier already disappear by walking into the room before you can even registered what's going on.

all your dreams, wishes, hopes, were right here. heart hammering hard in your chest, you felt your body slightly shook in both excitement and anxiousness as you slowly stride after that two colours haired guy.

and your whole life changed ever since.

you later learned by a group of girls you've been hanging out with, his name was todoroki. shoto todoroki. your eyes and mind were already mindlessly trailing to the figure of him, far away from your friends voices, away from any other environment. he was scribbling something to his note. looking effortlessly so cool, so handsome.

and somehow you were tapping your lips. thinking of a way of trying to get close to him, what a stupid act. you just met him a week ago, but something about him already intrigued you this much??

"y/n. y/n, are you even listening?" mina's voice snapped you out of your trance. you blinked a couple of times, regaining your attention back to her while searching for a suitable response.

"ah- sorry i got distracted, what was it again?" you lightly scratch your cheek, looking confused.

"are you perhaps interested in todoroki-kun, y/n-chan?" tsuyu pointed out, and uraraka nodded her head in agreement.

"yeah, we saw you were looking at him. is there anything going on between you two?" the browned tilted her head curiously, all the girls turn their head to look at you, too.

"nothing! it's nothing really, i've just been wondering of... a way to..." you nervously switched your gaze anywhere and everywhere but their watchful eyes. trying your best to contain your blush.

"get closer to him..." you quietly whispered to them.

an 'oooooo' and squeals buzzed among them, and you have to cover your face up with a hand. glancing one last time at the person who caused all this, you felt your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was, coincidentally or not, looking at you too.

at lunch, all thanks to the efforts of those girls. makes you sitting beside him right now, finding it hard to get a grip of yourself. blushing like crazy, you can't help but be a stuttering mess.

"i- uh uhmm- hey, not sure if you remember me. but i'm-"

"i remembered. you were that annoying girl who keep pestering me all the way to my classroom"

the statement make you shock a bit. no, very.

"don't say that" your eyebrows bundled as you speak, "it's quite a rude thing to say to someone you don't know"

mismatched apathetic eyes locked with yours, no emotion showed on his expression as he simply answered, "and it's also quite rude to keep bothering a stranger who obviously show no interest in being friends already"

his words sharp as a knife, you felt a heavy lump forming in your throat. "i'll make you change you mind" your voice was quivering, but you were too hurt to care for that. "just you wait"

with that, you got up and marched off. heading straight toward the girl's bathroom.

guess things always hurt when it's right.

but being the super determined person you were. you still didn't give up on the following days, or weeks, or months. the always failed attempts of trying to follow him, be close to him and getting to know him more.

despite each time the boy snapped and stabbed you with hurtful words, the very next day he'll still find you sitting in his usual spot at the cafeteria. running to the front gate to wait and walk home together.

your girl friends are also behind all these scenes too, silently leaving only you and him to bring the notebooks to the teacher's room saying they were "busy". purposefully leave right away to give you two alone time, well not really since they stay at an appropriate distance watching, and when he hurt you again, they always make sure to be there comforting and encouraging you to never loose hope.

and perhaps the world wasn't too cruel. because eventually the once unconcerned todoroki slowly start to warm up, especially after the u.a. sports festival.

"todoroki-kun~ may i join you for lunch today?" you jovially asked him, despite completely know the common incoming disinterested answer.

though today, much to your surprise, he merely nodded. you stared after him, baffled. and shoto turn his head back to you after a few steps, slightly tilting his head in confusion as if saying, 'what are you waiting for?'

speechlessly gaping, you cannot exactly describe the fluttering feeling in your stomach. 'aw fuck it' you thought and quickly pursue after him.

that day was the first day you grasp the real meaning of the word 'hope'. all your friends jump and cheer for you afterwards when you return to them.

"cheers to y/n and her soon-to-be boyfriend!" hagakure sang while mina threw her arms around you, blathering nonstop how happy she was for you. laughing at how supportive they all were, as though he was already your s/o, but you must admit that you couldn't ask for anything better.

from here on out, the former cold relationship between you and shoto seems to grow warmer, like winter slowly turn into spring.

time flies by faster than anyone could imagine, right now most of you guys already received provisional hero license. although todoroki and bakugou still have to go to a special course.

"sho-chann" you called for him late at night when you guys about to parted to your own rooms. "tomorrow's your first day of the special course right? good luck!"

small smile cracked at your sweet encouragement, he mumbled a thank you. and you grinned back at him, afore, a soft kiss was planted wordlessly against your forehead.

for the 3rd, or 4th time or more counted, that he had made you surprised. although you didn't get to say a word as he was already pacing away. leaving you brushing your fingers on where the kiss landed, still all fuzzy and blushing.

not to mention that he was smiling to you more often. directly. like after you guys watched some random movies, you deliberately tease him of 'how we should hang out more often' while shooting him a wink. the stoic man's upper lips were tugged up in response. and shockingly agreed to what you've just said.

HE. DID. SMILE. AT. YOU.

dear god, you weren't imagining it.

it wasn't until winter ran by did you confront him. mustering up all the courage you got, you have to say it, no matter what.

"oh, hey y/n" shoto greeted you, coming to meet as requested right outside the dorms. it was nighttime and the only lights available except the moon were from the lamp posts.

"hi sho-chan" you smile in return, nervously fidget with your fingers.

"so what's up?" the half white red haired questioned curiously. taking silent note at your uneasy posture.

gulping, there's no turning back now. "do you know that, if you're confessing on the first snow. the higher chance that your crush's response might be positive?"

a quizzical look contorted over his face. "really...?" he replied, touching the scarf swathing around his neck. "and what did that has to do with why you called me?"

"i-" you began, then stopped to purse your lips. suddenly snow was falling to your hair. your cheeks were flushed and a smoke flows from your mouth as the words slipped. "i think i like you, sho-chan"

silence settled over you both for a moment. his wide-eye gaze never leaving you, until you have to break it when it's becoming rather uncomfortable.

"please say something..." you murmured embarrassingly while looking away. making the man clears his throat apologetically and answered.

"i appreciated the feeling you hold towards me, y/n" he paused for a moment, carefully pondering for the right sayings. "but i'm still not so sure of my own feelings yet... could you give me some time first?"

you felt your heart squeezed as he soon excused himself after that. slightly opening your mouth and blinking a few times in frozen position, feeling torn whether to feel sad or continue to stay hopeful.

so you waited. for days, weeks, months, you felt deja vu during so. here you are, waiting for slim chances that's most likely end up with rejection by him already forgetting given prolong period.

even worse that any time you brought it up, it was always the same answer, 'please give me more time'.

yeah, for sure. but for how long, mr.todoroki?

sighing languidly at this on loop thought, you walk past your empty classroom, about to heading back to your dorm. or so you thought. as you came across an over-limit unexpected scene.

a scene that makes you want to take back the idea you once thought, that perhaps the world wasn't too cruel. because it definitely is.

"i- i think i have a crush on you, todoroki-kun!"

similar sentence. yet the person who say it is...

"don't worry y/n-san" yaoyorozu soothingly rubbed your back, "i'm pretty sure he will see it soon someday" she said with a gentle smile. all the while offering herself to be a shoulder for you to cry on.

why her? why the person who used to always stick by your side?

why why why?

right now you were only listening. but then you start creeping closer, trembling hand slowly crack the door open slightly, only enough to take a peek inside.

you regretted it before you even saw.

hands clutching her skirt. cheeks bashfully tinted red. she spare a second to push her loose soft looking black strands behind her ear and shifted her gaze. the sun was setting down out the window, giving the room beautiful pale red, orange, purple, and yellow light. what a romantic sight for sore eyes...

"i know you might not feel the same. and that it's super inappropriate for me to confess to you even though you're still in the middle of giving y/n-san an answer. i'm so sorry, but i really like you. i- i-"

no. no. no.

todoroki cuts her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. momo, without hesitation, promptly give in to the kiss and pull him closer. and he reciprocated by letting his hands roam over to her hips. before gently gripping them and angled his head to deepen the kiss.

your hands and blood run cold. you felt your whole body went numb as you have to bring a hand up to cover your broken sobs. trying your hardest to contain the… too late, the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. and you felt your heart wrench painfully at the sight before you. it was agonising really.

to learn that all your efforts were all for nothing.

and your body moves its way, out of control. the door was forcefully hauled open by you all of the sudden. startling the people inside, they froze abruptly before immediately pull away. shock, embarrassment and shame painted clear on their faces.

you still not dare to say a word, only tremulously stare at both of them while more tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.

they look as if they want to say something, but momo kept quiet and dropped her gaze to the ground. and the young man hesitated to reach his hand out to you, mouth in motion of gaping and closing.

"it's not what you think, y/n... i can explain-"

"right now i do not want to hear it shoto" you clenched your hands into tight fists, and bit your lips as hard as you could.

"please excuse me" eyes cold and unreadable expression, you make a quick turn on your heels and stormed out. ignoring all the shouts and names calling for you.

"y/n i-"

"shut up!"

about a couple of hours later, you were in your room. shoto was also trailing behind you, wanting badly to apologise and make things up with you.

but to no avail, he only make you cry harder, angrier. to be specific.

"why didn't you tell me in the first place shoto? why didn't you tell me that you weren't interested in me? so i didn't have to hold hopes and wait for so long!?"

the guy went silent. regrets and guilt were heavy in his chest, and he could only flinched when you screamed "answer me!" in his face.

"i'm so sorry y/n..." was all he mumbled, tears todoroki didn't know he was holding back starts to fall down.

you should've known.

you should've known of the fact why you always saw them together. getting along incredibly well even at the beginning where he was still cold towards you.

now you began to understand that gentle look on his face when he wipe the foam from the iced latte off her mouth. unintentionally linger his hand there far too long, that alone was enough to tell that the half white red haired adored her.

or when he was always willing to stay up late just to comfort and listen to her rambling all her overthinking doubts and problems. be there for her whenever she needs him and help her with everything he could...

something he never do for you.

ah, fuck this world.

fuck this cruel world.

"y/n i didn't mean to..." the man look away. trying to find words for explanation. this is probably the first time you ever saw him like this. so vulnerable and lost.

his current state almost makes you want to forgive him, if what he'd done to you was something more forgivable.

"i-"

"no, don't even waste time on elaborating. i should be the one who say sorry" his heterochromatic eyes immediately jump up to yours in surprised and confusion. even so you continued, "none of this was your fault, i was out of my mind. i'm sorry. it should've been your choice to choose who you want to be with"

wiping a hand over one of your teary eyes, you felt as if hundreds of knives were stabbing you. suffocating and agonising pain seeped through you over and over.

"y/n..."

you tried to bit back the huge waterfall and pent-up emotions that threatened to escape you anytime as you choked out the last words.

"it's okay sho... just go love her"

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[nocturnalazura]

A Sudden Need

Todoroki x Fem Reader 18+ Minor Do Not Interact. (Unedited)

wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Fingering, cream pie, Breeding kink

Anon requested : Can I request a fic or something of Todoroki where he has a breeding kink, or Shower sex/Car sex with reader?

It’s been a long stressful day and right now nothing seems better than standing in a hot shower. Stepping into the steaming shower you let out a small groan as hot water pours over your sore body. Steam fills the room as you reach for your favorite shampoo to finally wash the day off of you. Massaging at your scalp softly you hum happily at the feeling and scent surrounding you. Turning to face the warm stream you work on rinsing out the suds. While you work on carefully rinsing your hair you’re unaware of the shower door slowly sliding open and someone stepping in behind you. Fear shoots through your body as soft large hands rest on your hips. Your muscles automatically tense at the feeling of a body slowly pressing against you.

“Relax love, it's just me.” Comes Shoto’s low calm voice. “Is it ok if I join you?”

“Shoto.” You sigh in relief relaxing back into his hold. “Seems like you’ve already joined me so might as well stay.”

You hear him let out a small huff of laughter as he lets his arms slide around your waist pulling you fully into his chest. Shifting the two of you forward he allows water to pour over the both of you. It’s times like this that make you thankful for his incessant need for an overly fancy rain shower head. The large shower head easily drenched the two of you in a peaceful shower.

The pressure and feel of Shoto against you releases all the tension in your body. You lay back against his chest allowing him to hold up the majority of your weight. Unwrapping himself from you to reach over and grasp your favorite body wash Squeezing out a small dollop he lathers it between his hands before working over your body. Large soapy hands glide delicately over you, officially washing your stressful day away. Strong fingers gently dig into your muscles as he moves across your body, sinking into your hips and arms as he goes.

You sigh happily as he palms your breasts, the pads of his fingers trace little circles around your quickly hardening nipples. Your head falls back against his shoulder, allowing the water to pour across your face as Shoto languidly tuggs and twists at your nipples. Pressing back into him you feel him rest against your lower back, hot and hard.

“Y/n? Can I have you?” Murmurs Shoto.

“Mm of course Shoto. I’m all yours.” You sigh, wrapping an arm around his neck to tangle a hand in his hair. One of his hands immediately drops between your legs cupping your cunt and pressing his middle finger between your folds.

“Good girl, already ready for me.”

“You expect me to not be ready when you’ve been feeling me up and I can feel this press up against me.” You giggle softly, reaching your free hand behind you to grasp him.

“Shit, don’t love. Let me take care of you.”

Nodding you let go of him and let your arm join the other one around his neck. Once you’ve settled, Shoto sinks two fingers into your slick entrance. The hand on your chest holds you tight against him as you lurch forward at the sudden stretch. You tug at his hair with one hand while the other hand's nails bite into the skin of his neck as you attempt to adjust to the sudden stretch of thick fingers. Grabbing your face Shoto forces you to turn your head allowing him to press his lips to yours effectively silencing the helpless whines you let out. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as he carefully thrusts and scissors his finger inside of you.

“I’ve been carving the shape of my cock into you for years but you’re still so tight, love. You have to relax for me.” Whispers Shoto. You let out a pathetic moan as he works his hand against you faster, clearly eager for you to give him the go ahead. You can feel the eager twitch of his cock from where it’s pressed against your lower back.

“Shoto ‘m ready, please” you mewl into his neck.

“Good girl, turn around for me.” He whispers as he pulls his hands away from you.

Shoto carefully guides you to turn around before reaching up to change the angle of the shower head to face closer to the shower wall. Hands grip your waist turning the two of you quickly, you let out a shocked squeal when he pushes you backwards into the cold tile. Shoto quickly leans down, sealing his lips against yours as he grips your thighs, easily lifting you. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hands quickly grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His hips easily slot between yours allowing his hardened cock to slide effortlessly between your slick folds. The tip nudges at your sensitive clit as he ruts against you.

“You’re mine right love?” Grunts Shoto as he shifts to press himself into you. He leans against you pressing you firmly against the cool tile of the shower wall as your grip on his shoulders tightens as he sheathes himself within you, forcing all the air from your lungs as he bottoms out in one go. “I can take and give you whatever I want right?”

“YO-ours! Oh god yes ‘m yours Shoto. Whatever you want.”

You struggle to regain your breath as Shoto immediately builds a quick pace giving you no time to adjust. Forcing your eyes to focus you finally take a good look at him, his pupils blown impossibly wide, his mouth falls open as he pants heavily before pushing his head into the crook of your neck to mouth at the wet skin. His teeth sink into the soft skin of your neck while his fingers dig into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. The warm water falls over the two of you helping to create a loud wet slap of skin that easily covers up Shoto murmuring soft words into your neck.

“Sho, c-can’t hear you.” You struggle to get out. Adjusting his stance and grip on you he shoves you up the wall a little pulling his head away from your neck.

“Gotta fill you up.” He pants out, eyes hooded and hazy as he rests his forehead against yours. “Want to, to fucking see you full.”

You manage to let out a half conscious hum as the heat from the shower fills the room forcing you into a minor fog.

“Wanna see you full, round ‘n cute.”

He gives no chance to reply before he starts pistoning his hips into yours again. The new angle has the blunt tip of his cock pressing into that little spot inside of you with every thrust. His lips slam into yours, pressing the tip of his tongue into your slightly open mouth coaxing it open further. Letting his tongue press into yours you allow him to pant and groan against you. It’s different, he’s louder than usual today like he needs this, like he’s been craving this moment.

“Please love, wanna make you really mine.” His voice comes out strangled and forced as he continues to split you open with his cock. “Want you to make me a daddy.”

Shifting his hips again he snaps his hips into your faster. You whine loudly every time his tip hits against your cervix eyes going unfocused as pleasure courses through your body. Frantic thrusts mix with a slow grind allowing your clit to catch and press against him edging you closer and closer to your end.

“Wanna watch you swell so beautiful and round with my baby, everyone will know that you’re mine. Need everyone to know that you’re mine, that I’m the one that put it there.” He mutters again, giving you an almost pleading look as his hip barrel into yours. “Please love, can I?”

You’re briefly stunned by his all to honest confession. Looking up at him you take in his disheveled form, the water pouring over him plasters his hair to his face covering a portion of his eyes. Wrapping one around his shoulders a little tighter you let the other hand carefully push his hair out of his face. Admiring the soft blush the dusts itself across his checks, you can’t help the little smile that crosses your face as he lets his head lean ever so slightly into your palm.

“Please love, need to fill you.”Shoto almost whimpers.

All you can do is nod as his hips grind against yours again, stealing your breath away once more. Shoto’s eyes widen at your agreement, he lets out a low grunt before leaning into you and kissing you as he works to get you both to your ends. You moan helplessly into his mouth as he grabs onto you harder, doing his best to force his cock as far into you as possible. Your head tilts back smacking into the hard tile wall as you moan long and loud.

“C’mon, I can feel it love fuck please cum for me.”

“Shoto, oh god!” You scream out as you finally crash over the edge, walls flutter around him. The quiet whine in Shoto’s voice easily helps to pull you over.

“That’s it, good girl, ‘m gonna fill you up so nice love. Gonna make sure you’re nice and full, carrying my baby.” Grunts Shoto, burying his face in your neck again. “So good, can’t wait to watch you waddle around.”

His hips begin to lose their rhythm as he nears his end. You feel his muscles tense and begin to shake as his hips slam into yours with a final hard thrust. Shoto lets out a ragged moan as he grinds up into you letting a heavy flood of cum fill you. His hips push up into you giving shallow thrusts as does his best to fuck more of his cum into your welcoming cunt. When he finally stops moving he shifts away from the wall slightly, turning with you still in his arms he lets himself slide down the wall with you now seated in his lap. He rests his head against the tile still panting slightly as you lay against him. Neither one of you makes a movement to leave the warm stream of water that beats down on you.

“Shoto, the water’s starting to get cold.” You whisper while sitting up to look at him. Peeking an eye open at you he nods before easing you off his lap and reaching up to turn the water off. “Come on, we gotta get out.”

He stands up, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist before grabbing a second one and helping you up to wrap it around you.

“Are you alright?” He asks timidly.

“I’m fine. Just hungry and wet. Can we dry off and order dinner?”

“Of course love anything for you.” He smiles down at you ushering you out of the fogged up bathroom.

[degenerate-yandere]

If possible, could I get some HC’s with your favorite yanderes (how ever many you want to do) (also I’m excited to see who are your favorites)with an S/O (probably before any kidnapping) that’s just so soft and just wants snuggles and smooches (✿˵◕ ɜ◕˵) thank youuu ✧༺ ♡༻✧ (˶′◡‵˶)

This request is so cute! Since I have a lot of favorites spanning difference franchises, I might make separate posts for each one in the future if people want it! But I’ll start off with my favorites from BNHA: Mirio, Bakugo, and Todoroki (This was a decision between Shoto or Shigaraki. Maybe in the future, shiggy). More fire emblem stuff is coming soon! Sorry to keep y’all waiting! 

A/N: This is very fluffy and relatively light on the yandere side, which I’m somewhat inexperienced with writing.

TW: Mild Yandere

Mirio Togata:

Mirio is a puppy; desperately and unashamedly seeking every ounce of physical closeness he can get from you. So if you happened to not only be receptive to his smothering advances, but initiate them? He’d be completely ecstatic. He didn’t think it was possible to love you even more, but that might just do it.

Mirio will latch his toned arm around you wherever he goes, keeping you as close as possible at all times. It satisfies his protective instincts to have you in his grip, but it’s also handy in letting everyone know that you’re his.

When you run up to him and ensnare his waist in a surprise hug, he can’t contain the giddy smile and blazing blush that spreads across his face. He’ll return the embrace, almost crushing you with his overpowering adoration. You’ll have to squeak between stolen breaths that he’s cutting off your air supply. Mirio will chuckle, loosening his grip (but not letting go of you).

“Sorry, (Y/n)! I just get so excited I can’t help myself!”

This man is a cuddle monster, especially if you don’t resist when he pulls you into his chest. Expect to be cuddled at least 90% of the time when you’re in his presence. He loves it so much when you nestle into him - melting against his touch. It makes him feel like he’s truly protecting you, that nothing could ever take you away from him. Mirio can stay like this for hours, and if you want to leave you’ll have to wrestle for your freedom. He’ll puff out his cheeks if you manage to escape, but he lights up when you promise to continue it later.

When he’s feeling particularly brash or impatient (which is most of the time), he’ll scoop you up in his arms and effortlessly carry you to comfortable spot. The way you blush and stammer out faux protests is just adorable, but you won’t resist when he pulls you into a compassionate embrace against his statuesque form. He does this to not only satisfy his need to love you, but he hopes it helps draw your attention to his strength. He wants to ease you into accepting him as your protector, and what better way than to show you what he’s capable of.

Mirio beams confidence, but nothing reduces him to a blushing mess like your kisses. You’ll find it cute, the way his face turns red from a peck on his cheek. When he does eventually work up the courage to kiss you back, expect to be bombarded with chaste displays of affection near constantly. He’ll have a conversation with you, whilst placing kisses on your face between every word. They’re fleeting and innocent - and it’ll certainly take time and initiative on your behalf to make them deeper.

The fact that you’re so compassionate and accepting to his love only makes Mirio’s purpose flare with conviction. You can’t be left unprotected. When he inevitably succumbs to his obsessive desire to keep you safe, those memories of you melting against him will only nourish the delusions of requited love. He’ll never stop hugging you - but they’ll stop feeling warm when you realize; there is no escape this time.

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is extremely possessive-protective over his darling. He wants nothing more than to keep you safe, and to keep you his. He’s aware of how intimidating he is, he knows that his vulgarity and bravado serve only to push people away. But you; you don’t run away, or tremble in his presence, or avoid him. No, you run up and hug him, with a dumb smile on your face. Your insistence on being close to him is endearing, and it makes his job much easier. And, although he’d seldom admit it early on in your relationship, he loves it. He loves the attention and the affection, and it helps inflate his tremendous ego the way you admire him.

He pretends to not care when you hold his large, calloused hand in yours. But nothing hides the blush that blooms on his cheeks as he grunts in forced frustration. He’ll gently squeeze your hand back as you smile widely in response - a subtle command to not let go.

Although Bakugo insists on preserving his tough guy image, he keeps you attached at the hip whenever you’re in public. His hand will grip harshly against your waist as his face etches into a menacing scowl. It lets everyone know you belong to him. If anyone comes too close to you, a growl will erupt from his chest, sending reverberations through your body. He loves just how eager you are to be close to him, how complacent you are when he crushes you against his chest in a show of possession. 

When you’re in private, Bakugo will be much more openly affectionate. He loves to just cuddle you whenever he’s doing something else. If you try to leave the vice-grip of his hold, he won’t relent until he wants it to end. He’ll scoff, mouth tilting into a smirk as he rumbles;

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

His muscled arms aren’t just for show; his hugs feel safe and secure. His heart never fails to skip a beat when you nuzzle into his chest. He’ll of course laugh, calling you ‘needy’ or something, but he genuinely cherishes the embrace. It makes him feel.... not angry. Content, even. Which makes it all the more clear that he needs to keep you safe. 

Honestly Bakugo’s kisses aren’t incredible. He thinks he’s great, of course, insisting that the way you lean in to him and allow him to dominate your mouth is telling of just how amazing he is. But the way he crudely smashes his lips against yours, the way his tongue awkwardly invades your mouth, betrays his inexperience. They’re passionate and heated; even aggressive. The one thing they are not, however, is elegant. If he ever feels threatened by a romantic rival, expect to be swept off your feet and your lips to be assaulted. He’ll smirk as he kisses you; knowing that he’s totally showing those extras just who’s boss. 

You’re so receptive, no matter how brash his advances are. You’re so good for him, and he absolutely adores it. You are the antithesis to him; soft, compassionate, affectionate - or as he sees it, vulnerable. This will spur both his possessive and protective desires. Only he deserves you. And he likes to keep what’s his nice and safe.

Shoto Todoroki

Oh god, Shoto is the term ‘touch-starved’ personified. You are an absolutely angel to him. Sure, at first he’s weary and apprehensive to your touch, but in time he’ll crave it like a drug. But you’re so, so eager to indulge him. Outwardly, he maintains his stoic solemnity, but if you so much as brush a strand of hair from his face, his heart lurches in his chest. He loves how different the two of you are; you’re trusting, warm and oh so affectionate.

Todoroki’s most prized memory is when you cupped his cheek in your hand, tracing along the outline of his scar. Your smile was serene; your gaze benevolent and loving. You called him beautiful as you looked upon his marred flesh. That’s when he knew. He loved you. He loved you more than anything in existence.

In public, he’s never the instigator of affection, but he certainly won’t resist when you hold his hand. He’ll even squeeze tightly in return; almost dreading that you’ll float away. Todoroki’s strong presence is enough to deter anyone from daring to come close to you, but a quick narrowed scowl is sure to send even the boldest of would-be suitors running. 

He knows how much you love to latch on to his arm; and he’s quick to accommodate for the temperature.

“(Y/n), it’s cold. Hold onto my left side, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Todoroki loves when you’re dependent on him. He adores taking care of you. He wants to think you rely on him as much as he relies on you.

In terms of cuddling, Todoroki’s pretty stiff at first. He loves it, he tells you he loves it, but he just... doesn’t know what to do. You’ll be patient though; tenderly suggesting him to relax as his arms secure around you. From then on, He’ll be addicted. He expects you to hug onto him whenever possible - outright demanding it. Expect pouting, even straight-up anger if you don’t. He needs it, and you’re being just so selfish if you deny him. If he’s particularly demanding one day, he might even just freeze your feet against the ground and take what he wants instead. You’ll awkwardly laugh as his hands coil around you. It’s just a joke, right? Oh how ignorant you’ll be to the brazen red flag waving in your face.

Shoto adores the way you’ll mercurially switch between his two sides in response to the heat or the cold. He’ll mischievously pin you against his right side as he rapidly cools his skin; making you plead for his left side to warm you up. He loves your begging, but you’ll see it as nothing more than affectionate playfulness. 

Kissing wise, Todoroki’s pretty inexperienced. He’s definitely the kind to do his research before hand. Unlike Bakugo, He’s gentle and slow - easing into the tender kiss. His hand will gently push against your neck, deepening the exchange. He’ll visibly blush afterwards - terribly uncharacteristic for the solemn hero. But he’ll do so again for every peck against his cheek you eagerly place. They send shocks through his body - he can’t get enough.

You’re nothing like Todoroki. When you brush your palm so affectionately against his cheek, that much is made clear. You make him feel unconditionally loved for once in his life - which feeds his sense of entitlement he has over you. You’re a gift from the world to make up for everything he’s been through. He’ll be so ignorant to the fact that eventually; he’ll become the very thing that tormented him all those years ago.

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 317 Spoiler Analysis: Everything Hurts and I’m Dying

The BNHA Chapter 317 leaks are out, I can’t wait until Sunday this time, and I’m fuckity sad as hell 😭.  We have more Deku angst and more Dad Might angst.  Also pro hero angst.  But, there’s Shoto Todoroki crumbs!  I’m happy about that.  Maybe the POV will change to the students soon.  At least I hope.  I want an update on them:

We do get a cover page for this chapter and it looks amazing!  Like really, Horikoshi-sensei is snapping hard with the art in these recent chapters.  Deku just looks amazing.  The detail in the pen lines in on this page is incredible.  I can’t imagine the amount of work and patience that went into making this. It reminds me of the hard work Berserk’s mangaka, Kentaro Miura, went into drawing his manga.  I wonder if this is a homage of some sorts.  Kinda to honor Miura’s passing in a way.  

But yeah, Deku looks so good, but he’s so, so tired.  His eyes are practically black, his costume is more torn than before, his metal mask is crumbling from the damage it’s taken, and there are obvious bags under his eyes.  That bright-eyed Izuku Midoriya we knew in the past is almost entirely gone.  Deku’s seen shit and he is exhausted from all of it.  I truly want this kid to get some sleep and take a shower in something other than the rain.  I honestly don’t know how much longer his mentality’s going to last at this point.  I’d say 1-2 more chapters maybe.

The Pro Heroes and Deku managed to survive the blast from the last chapter thank god.  Unfortunately, they’re back to square 1 on AFO and Shigaraki’s whereabouts.  Edgeshot suggest taking to Lady Nagant to get some more info, but she’s still unconscious in the hospital.  He also suggest that OFA should be finally be known to the public in order to gain more allies and support Deku.  This pretty much confirms that Edgeshot, Mt. Lady, and Kamui Woods know about OFA at this point.  I wonder if other heroes like Mirko and Aizawa know now too.  Actually, given that Deku told all of his classmates, Aizawa most likely knows now too.

And thing is, yeah, telling more people about OFA will probably give Deku more allies, but it will also put massive targets on their backs too.  More villains will go after Deku as well.  This Quirk was kept a secret for a reason after all.  It would be a big risk if they choose to release the info on OFA.

A flashback comes in showing that Death Arms (the big bulky Pro Hero who Jiro did her first internship with) has given up.  The booing managed to overweigh the cheers of heroism.  It’s a small scene, but Death Arms was actually one of the first Pro Heroes we ever saw in the series.  He helped protect the citizens back when the giant villain was attacking the city.  It’s honestly sad to see one of the first heroes in the series give up after everything the world has come to.

Back to the present, more Pro Heroes are giving up every day and some are even leaking info to the media.  Which means that people are getting close to finding out about the truth of OFA.  That also means people will start blaming Deku more.  The last thing Deku needs is to be blamed for something he didn’t do.  That would make things so much worse for him.

Mt. Lady (who has a vertical scar on top of her left eye now) brings up a good point here: AFO could leak out the truth about OFA at any point, but he hasn’t.  He has to have a reason behind that.  Maybe he thinks that would be too easy.  Maybe AFO wants to play with his chess pieces more before killing them off.  Maybe he just wants to see all his enemies suffer first.

Also, can I just point out how cool it is to see Mt. Lady act as a real Pro Hero?  At the beginning of the series, it was clear she was only in it for fame and glory.  If she was the same as before, she would’ve retired by now.  But instead, she’s actively helping Deku out as his ally and keeping him safe.  You love to see that character development.

AND NOW WE HAVE SHOTO CRUMBS 💙😭!!!!  No new panels except for the flashback back in Central Hospital, but he did leave a missed call for Endeavor and a message asking him to call him back.  Given Shoto’s relationship with Endeavor right now, things are probably still slowly improving with them.  And what Shoto found must be incredibly important given that he wants to talk to Endeavor immediately.  Is it about Dabi?  Is it about Deku???  Maybe both????  I mean, Shoto has to know that Endeavor is working with Deku, right?  I think?  CAN HE BRING DEKU HOME MAYBE???  IDK, I’M JUST HAPPY TO HEAR MY ICY-HOT BOY AGAIN IN THE MANGA I WILL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET, HORIKOSHI 💙🤍❤️😭

In the meantime, Hawks gets a call from All Might and Deku managed to easily defeat a hired villain.  And good god Deku looks so badass and haunting here.  That villain is slumped and Deku’s holding him with one big strand of Blackwhip with ONE FINGER.  Deku took that villain out effortlessly.  He really has gotten stronger with OFA.  I’d be scared of this kid if I faced him.

After the villain is captured, Deku is ready to leave immediately after.  But, Dad Might is so worried about his green son 😭!  All Might tries to reason with Deku and tries to give him a bento box, but Deku refuses and says that All Might doesn’t need to follow him anymore because he can take care of himself now like All Might did in his prime and he doesn’t want All Might to get hurt.  THE PANELS THAT GO WITH THIS SCENE MAKES ME CRY SO MUCH!!!  ALL MIGHT TRIES TO REACH FOR DEKU’S HAND BEFORE HE LEAVES, BUT HE CAN’T SO HE TRIPS ON THE GROUND AND THE BENTO BOX FALLS ON THE GRASS AND ALL MIGHT HAS FLASHBACKS TO WANTING TO PROTECT DEKU AND HE’S SO WORRIED OH MY GOD I CAN’T DO THIS HORIKOSHI WHY *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*😭😭😭

All Might thinks on how he should’ve told Deku to get some rest instead of letting Deku go.  God, All Might is honestly the best Dad for Deku next to Aizawa.  Screw you, Hisashi, you can stay overseas wherever the hell you are.  There’s also a panel of Stain who listened in on Deku and All Might’s conversation.  I don’t think Stain will kill All Might since Stain considered All Might to be one of the true heroes out there (he might encounter Deku though if we’re going by how Deku encountered Muscular and Overhaul).  But, I am worried that All Might will die somehow before Deku can come back to see him.  Which would absolutely kill me.  Imagine if Deku comes back to All Might on his deathbed and that’s the last conversation they will ever have until Deku sees All Might in the vestige world.  God, I would cry for weeks if that happened.  

So, over the weeks, Deku has kind of become an urban legend all over Japan apparently.  They would see him as someone who appears silently and has multiple Quirks.  They say his body is full of wounds, blood, and mud (Deku need a real shower bad, someone get Wash).  It’s interesting how Deku’s become this kind of myth that’s been going on in Japan.  Like, he’s this mythical being that no one really knows about but is like their dark guardian angel protecting them from harm.  Very much like a vigilante.  

The final panel shows Deku looking like a monster/demon with OFA going and Blackwhip coming out of his arms all Venom like and his clothes are in even more tatters (his other Mid-Gauntlet on his right arm is broken now too).  The last dialogue bubble has a citizen say that “I heard he doesn’t look like a hero at all”  This last page is so, SO well done!  Horikoshi has been giving us nothing but straight 🔥 since this arc began.  Deku looks nothing like that wide-eyed hero-in-training we knew before the war arc.  That glimmer in his eyes is all but gone.  I can’t believe that sweet broccoli boy has descended into this dark vigilante who’s mental state is on the brink of breaking.  He’s still as badass as ever though.  Like, Deku really looks like a villain here, but we know he’s not.  Horikoshi really likes Venom as much as he loves Spider-Man I think.  This is like Venom mixed with Batman/Arkham.  It’s like the series went from happy Marvel to dark DC in the best way possible.  It’s honestly great.  But, I’m so worried about Deku and All Might.  I want the kids (specifically Bakugo or Shoto) and Aizawa to fetch them and bring them home.  Even if it resorts to fighting to drag Deku back.  Deku can’t keep isolating himself like this forever; he needs all the help he can get.  His friends can more than handle their own.  Again, I’ll give him 1-2 chapters until Deku breaks entirely.  

Me sobbing from pain and angst throughout the entire chapter:       

[stardusttrashed]

Dancing in the Moonlight

Based on Dancing in the Moonlight by Alt-J

A/n: y/n’s quirk is both earth and water manipulation, but she hasn’t quite got the hang of using both at the same time

You shifted your foot in the soil, digging into the dirt slightly. The soil was cool beneath your aching feet, providing a smidge of comfort. Steadying your breath you focused on the air filling your lungs. You held your breath as your arms moved into place, the limbs fluid like water. Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted into a deep concentration. You formed a dirt wall in front of you by turning your foot and prepared your water for the next part of your attack.

“It’s almost curfew,” a familiar voice called out, breaking your concentration. The water you had been gathering with your arms splashed out of control, soaking your shift before seeping into the ground. You muttered swears to yourself as you turned around. Todoroki gave you an apologetic look, “sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up your concentration.”

You relaxed your shoulders and smiled tenderly. “You’re out late, everything alright?” You picked up your water bottle and sipped from it, maintaining eye contact. You unsuccessfully attempted to keep your eyes from drifting down his body and focus on his. But you couldn’t. As beautiful and enchanting as his heterochromia eyes were, you couldn’t help but take in the rest of him. He was in his casual clothes but seemed far from getting ready for bed. His button-up shirt hid his slim yet muscular form making him seem almost lanky. 

Todoroki’s eyes drifted down to the ground, focusing on his shoes. “Yeah. I was heading to bed and saw you out here.” That wasn’t completely the truth, but it also wasn’t a complete lie. Truth be told he had been looking around the dorm for you since you weren’t up to hanging out with everyone else. Quite frankly he missed your presence. He missed being able to look around and spot you or feel your warmth fill the room. He had excused himself from the group to go find you. 

He spotted you through a window and watched you for almost an hour before he got himself to walk over. All he could see was a silhouette in the moonlight, but he knew instantly it was you.  You were the only one he could think of with movements so graceful yet firm like bamboo in the wind. 

You watched him for another moment, waiting to see if he’d bring his eyes back up to yours. “Well… since you’re awake,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Being around him filled your stomach with butterflies and made thinking clearly a troublesome task. And yet there was always a sense of familiarity with him like you’ve known him for years. You busied yourself by fixing your bun. “Feel like helping a friend out with some sparring? Won’t get better with my quirk if I don’t use it in combat situations.” 

It was nearly ten and he knew he should say no. Tell you that you both should go to bed. Or even that you shouldn’t fight out here. But he couldn’t, not with you looking at him like that. You were his kryptonite in so many ways, yet even he was oblivious to it. “Any rules?” He shrugged off his button-down shirt and walked closer.

You popped up to your tiptoes in excitement. “No holding back. And don’t get caught by Aizawa,” you shrugged as if it was simple knowledge. The smirk on his lips sent a rush down your spine. You dug your toes into the dirt, readying your defensive stance. 

Todoroki stood in front of you casually. Without any signal, he sent a rushing wave of ice along the ground. He knew you, watched you fight enough to know you weren’t one to underestimate. Even if you didn’t always have a good handle on your quirk. 

You lifted the ground beneath you, using it as a stepping stool to launch yourself onto the icy floor. You skated towards him, narrowly avoiding a blast from his flashfreeze heatwave. With a flick of your wrist, you transformed his ice into a water barrier. You swung your arms to guide the water into a rushing wall that encircled you and him. A look of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by an impressed smile. 

“When’d you learn how to do this,” Todoroki asked cooly, his smile suppressing itself into a smirk. 

“Like I’d tell,” you smirked proudly. The cool summer breeze provided a refreshing feeling and pushed your stray strands into your face. “But I did have inspiration.” You searched his eyes wondering if he’d pick up that he was your inspiration, but all you received was a blank stare. With a sigh, you flicked your finger, guiding a small burst of water towards his back as a sneak attack. 

“Try again,” he chuckled in an almost cocky manner as he froze the burst and wall. The ice block fell to the ground with a loud clatter, shattering into dozens of ice bits. “Nice try though.” The ground around your feet began to quickly freeze, trying to latch onto your feet. 

You formed a flight of stairs out of the ground as you tried to escape the lighting fast ice that engulfed everything in its path. “Is the famous Todoroki talking trash,” you teased him as you leaped off the highest step with a graceful flip. You formed a small wave to help guide you back to the ground. Before you could attempt another escape Todoroki sent ice shards towards you that froze your wave and feet along with it. 

Todorki shrugged confidently, “just an observation. Looks like I won.” He shoved his hands into his pocket and tried to turn around to go get his shirt, but his feet wouldn’t budge. He looked down with a dumbfounded expression at his buried feet. You had somehow managed to trap his feet into a dirt prison without him feeling. 

You suppressed your giggles and took advantage of his momentary guard drop, sending a wave of water towards him. You rode on the tail of the wave, watching as it soaked him, unfortunately breaking your dirt prison. “You didn’t think I’d give up that easy with you, did you,” you asked as you landed a short distance in front of him. 

He looked up at you through his drenched hair, the water dripping into his eyes slowly. “I hoped you didn’t.” You looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight. It was hard to admire you and fight you at the same time, but that didn’t deter him. He adored the way the two strands in your face were slowly starting to curl from a mixture of sweat and mist in the air. He loved watching this new side of you with your quirk. In class trainings you always seemed to have a hard time using both aspects of your quirk at once, but now you were doing it almost effortlessly. He began to wonder if it was all an act. If you were holding back in class to keep everyone from knowing how strong you were. 

“Hey, stop staring at me like that.” A blush crept onto your cheeks and you made the ground roll beneath him so he wouldn’t see. He stumbled backward, unable to catch himself before falling onto the ground. 

“Like what?” He turned the ground into ice and formed a wall behind you, bringing you towards him. You came in faster than he expected, crashing into him as he stood up. Todoroki wrapped a protective arm around your waist to steady the both of you. The close contact drove him crazy and all he could do was hope it did the same to you. His cheeks flushed as he looked into your eyes again. 

“Like-,” your breath became uneasy. His strong arm around your waist made your mind hazy while his tender eyes sent you into a drunken state. You couldn’t even escape his grasp with your quirk if you wanted to, it required too much concentration that you didn’t have. “Like that. You keep it up and I might have to kiss you,” you scoffed, assuming that’d help him let go of you. To your surprise, he continued to hold you. If anything he pulled you closer. 

“Can I?” His voice was no more than a whisper, his breath ghosting over your lips. He couldn’t tell if it was the summer heat that made him so warm or his embarrassment from having you so close. 

You let out a nervous laugh, “this isn’t very funny Shoto.” His unwavering expression settled your nerves slightly. He meant it. The boy you’d been crushing on since your first year really meant it. Two whole years of doubt and worry that your feelings weren’t returned. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing could find its way past your lips so you simply nodded. 

His palm cupped your cheek carefully as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. Now that he finally had the chance to make his fantasy come true he seemed to be frozen in time. He knew he had your permission, but he was still nervous out of his mind. He wanted to make sure he did it right. Make sure he wouldn’t disappoint. He allowed himself to get lost in your eyes, ingraining you into his brain. 

With a soft giggle and an eye roll, you wrapped your arms his neck, pulling him down to you. You gingerly pressed your lips against his, his wet hair resting against your forehead. Without hesitation, he pulled you flush against him and pressed his lips against yours. You took it as a sign to continue, deepening the kiss. Your heart poured itself out onto his lips, letting go of everything you held onto for years. His soft lips were warmer than you thought they’d be. 

Todoroki craved more, wanting to devour you. Your taste was even more intoxicating than you were. He would give anything to make this moment last forever, but his growing struggle to breathe said otherwise. He would gladly suffocate in your presence just to keep holding you close. 

You reluctantly broke the kiss, your breath escaping your lips in small pants. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You opened your eyes to catch him admiring you once again causing you to blush. 

“Me either, but I don’t want to wait that long before we do it again.” He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look up at him. “Pardon my forwardness, but I like you- a lot.” His ocean eye lured you in closer while his fiery eye set the butterflies in your stomach ablaze. “I think I have for a while now.”

“I like you too,” you spoke softly as you swooped his hair out of his face. “And I’d really like to kiss you more often. If that’s okay with you?” The blush on his cheeks slowly crept over to his ears, making him almost as red as his hair. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Of course. I’d be honored to see more of your skills.” He looked at your smirk with a confused expression before it finally clicked. “I meant with your quirk,” he added sheepishly. “Not that I would mind seeing other things. Not- not in that sense.” He sighed in frustration as he stumbled over his words.

You cut him off with a quick kiss on his lips. “It’s fine, I’m just giving you a hard time. Come on, it’s getting late,” you slipped out of his arms, missing his warmth already. You gathered all of the water out of his clothes and hair and disbursed it into the grass. He smiled at you gratefully before picking up his shirt. 

As you both walked back to the dorms you felt his hand slip into your, holding on softly. The walk was comfortably quiet as the two of you basked in each other’s presence. You decided to take the stairs to avoid being too loud. And to give yourselves more time together before you split off to your separate rooms. 

“Good night Y/n,” Todoroki whispered as he stood in your doorway.

“More like morning,” you teased him. “It is 3 in the morning after all.”

He chuckled quietly, “I suppose it is… I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.” You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to think of an excuse to keep him by your side longer. “Unless you want to stay,” you decided to jump out with it, immediately regretting your decision. 

Todoroki stared at you while he thought it over. Every passing second felt like an eternity and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come out. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

The two of you laid in your bed, limbs entangled, allowing the sound of the other’s breath to lull you to sleep. One bold move after another had made way for a new summer ritual. Every night you’d both sneak out around 10 to go fight or talk and wouldn’t return until 3 in the morning. It was something you both looked forward to. A loving constant that only made the both of you fall head over heels. Though it was never outright said, during one of those nights you had transformed from friends to something more. Night escapades merged into afternoon moments of public affection and the rest of class 1-A was here for it. Your late-night fights would slowly become a show, two silhouettes dancing in the moonlight as mist and smoke floated in the air.

[bnha-mcu-requests]

Prompt #13

A villain kidnaps the hero’s sidekick only to find out they have been badly mistreated; the villain decides to take them under their wing.

‘What an extraordinarily shitty end to a shitty day’ Shouto thought to himself as he sat, arms aching and wrists sore from the pressure of the cuffs.

‘It wasn’t really the cuffs though’, he mused, remembering the harsh ‘training’ he had undergone that morning. His nerves twinged at the reminder of the strain they had been under.

Another minute crept by and Shouto sighed again, shifting slightly to lean more comfortably against the wall, rough surface cutting into the barely healed bruises on his back. He winced slightly before leaning into the pain, relishing in the stimulation to his otherwise numb body.

Outside the door, he could make out muffled laughs and shouting, celebrations no doubt, after all, they had just ‘acquired’ a useful asset.

Shouto couldn’t help the snort, as if he could be anything more than a burden to these people, no matter how rough his treatment, he would not be betraying – The door slid open with quiet hiss and if it weren’t for the overwhelming silence that followed it, Shouto was sure he would have missed it.

Silhouetted in the light of the doorway was a ma – boy. His hair barely contained by the beanie stuffed on top, and short stature enhanced by the two taller figures flanking his sides, just outside the threshold. He stumbled as one of the figures shoved him in, teetering precariously on his toes before somehow regaining his balance and glaring at the blond assailant.

No words were exchanged, just a flash of too sharp teeth from the red head before the door slid shut again, leaving Shouto with a kid as his only company.

Seconds ticked by before the celebrations picked back up outside the door and Shouto allowed himself to breath again, drawing the attention of the boy unto himself. He couldn’t help the annoyance that growled beneath his skin at the recognition in the viridian eyes as they appraised him.

“Holy shit! You’re Shoto! You’re Endeavor’s sidekick, right? Oh my God that must – “

‘Here it comes,’ Shouto thought, preparing himself for the spout of hero worship he was about to hear.

“- suck balls dude he’s a dick, no offense”

Shouto couldn’t have stopped the shocked snort even if he had wanted to. He turned wide eyes onto the boy, noting the sympathy and disgust that danced across freckled cheeks, amusement hinted at in glowing eyes, clearly finding Shouto’s disbelief humorous.

“Wha-what? What did you say?”

The boy quickly brought his hands up as if to appease Shouto, waving them as he stammered out a response.

“Nothing bad on you, honest. It’s just, he’s not really a hero, is he? I mean, causing death and destruction in the name of justice seems more like a twisted version of his own morals, y’know? And not to mention the amount of damage he causes during his fights. I mean, I know that in this society, there is gonna be collateral damage, but honestly, who’s taxes does he think are paying to have them fixed? Also, I heard that he is real dicksnort when it comes to his kids, Kaacchan was telling me about how he basically uses them...” His rant quickly devolved into passionate mumbling as his distaste for the ‘hero’ made itself known.

A small thump from Shouto leaning his head back to take it all brought him back from wherever the boy’s mind had taken him.

“But that’s not to say anything bad about you Mr Shoto sir! I think you’re a real hero! I’ve seen you limiting how much damage he does using your ice! And the way you swoop in and help protect civilians that have the misfortune of being in the ‘splash zone’ is super cool!”

Shouto could not believe his ears. This boy, he got it. After years and years of waiting for someone to notice how unsuitable Endeavor was, it’s a boy trapped in the same predicament that he was, who finally saw the truth.

“Who are you?” he managed to mutter, throat aching, bringing his attention to the fact that it had been a few hours since he last drank anything, and due to the extremes in temperature he held, his body compensated it through a need for regular hydration, less he begin to suffer from heatstroke or hypothermia.

“My name is Izuku Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you Mr Shoto!” The boy grinned, his smile lighting up the room, and Shouto briefly wondered if it had anything to do with the boy’s quirk.

“Just Shouto, Midoriya, you don’t need to add Mister. You don’t look that much younger than me anyway”

“Oh! I’m not younger than you, we’re the same age. I know I don’t look it, I’m too short to be 18 huh?” Izuku responded, not looking offended in the slightest, as though it was a common occurrence for him to be mistaken for someone much younger. Shouto could see why.

The boy was short. Not ‘could be mistaken for a garden gnome’ short, but he clearly didn’t hold a candle to Shouto’s 6ft, even sat down, the height difference was obvious. He had fluffy hair that shone a deep green when the light from the overhead lamp caught it and his freckled cheeks only added to the young face.

Despite the small frame, Midoriya didn’t look frail or thin, he in fact looked quite built, muscled but not overly so, reminding Shouto of a swimmer or runner, his lithe body giving away the hidden strength under the somewhat too big black t-shirt that read ‘formal attire’ in big bold letters.

His eyes were glowing with intelligence beyond his appearance though and his smile seemed just a little too sharp to fit the childish look. ‘Not young then, he doesn’t look young, just…unburdened’

As though Izuku could hear his thoughts, his grin grew in size, almost blinding his cell mate.

“Would you like me to take your cuffs off Shouto?” he asked, fingers twitching in his lap, as though he couldn’t wait to reach up and fiddle with the metal strips. Shouto couldn’t help the lick of hope in his stomach despite knowing Midoriya would not be able to remove them, quirk suppressing cuffs were also invulnerable to quirks from the outside as well.

He nodded, even so, only just hiding the small smile that pleaded to be free when he saw excitement bubble in wide, green eyes. He prepared himself for the disappointment that would inevitably follow the realisation that Midoriya could no-

The cuffs loosened and fell to the ground with an audible clunk. Unprepared for the sudden release in pressure and the reappearance of his quirk flowing through his veins, Shouto slumped to the floor with an oomf.

He looked up at the boy who was now leaning over him, mischief present in his eyes, making him look remarkably like an imp. He smirked, and Shouto noticed a red hair grip slotted between his teeth before Midoriya slipped it back into the mess of his hair, burying under the beanie, that by some miracle, hadn’t slipped off.

“How?” Midoriya brought a long finger up to his nose, and still grinning, tapped it twice.

“So Shouto,” Midoriya grunted out as he made himself comfortable, sat crisscross from the Todoroki, “Why are you here?”

Shouto pulled himself up to lean against the wall again, rubbing his sore wrists, not noticing as Izuku’s eyes flickered down to them, noting the strain bruises littering the inside of his arm with a note of disapproval.

Shouto didn’t know how long he sat and talked with Izuku Midoriya, but it didn’t seem to matter. The boy was interested and knew how to carry on the conversation effortlessly, his charm and wit making it easy for Shouto to talk. He nodded where needed and inserted his input and opinions whenever Shouto said something that made him think.

Thinking back, Shouto tried to remember the last time he had talked for so long with someone, so easily. He came up blank.

By the end of his story, Midoriya’s less than sunny opinion on the flaming landfill had dropped dramatically and his eyes visibly darkened whenever he was brought up. Shouto again, dismissed it as part of the boy’s quirk, a point that had yet to come up in conversation, despite him adding his thoughts and advice on Shouto’s own.

“Midoriya – “

“Just Izuku, if you will Shouto,”

“Izuku, what is your quirk? I noticed that you haven’t mentioned it and it would be useful for me to know if we plan on getting out of here together,”

Shouto couldn’t understand the shocked look on the boy’s face, “Together?” he asked quietly, as though the notion of them both escaping hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“Of course, together”, Shouto frowned as the boy’s face split into another grin before he proudly proclaimed to the quiet room’ “I’m quirkless!”.

Shouto’s face fell as he realised what this meant. Izuku’s face immediately became more closed off as he noticed the change in expression, “Is that an issue?” he asked, voice cold.

The young Todoroki couldn’t help the shiver as he rushed to fix the misunderstanding, “Not at all Izuku! I was just disappointed in myself for not being able to protect you from this, as a hero it’s my job to help others and I feel that, as you have ended up here despite it being my job to protect you, that I have failed. I’m no better than my father.”

A small, gentle smile fixed itself onto the boy who now sat next to Shouto. “I think you’re a much better hero than your father Shouto Todoroki, but the question is, do you really want to be a hero?”

Shouto looked up at the boy, confusion swimming in mismatched eyes. Question, clear on his lips as Izuku’s smile widened into a grin.

“It is my opinion that modern day heroes are a sham, they are merely poor imitations of the comic book superheroes that children idolise in their youth. Too many focus on public opinion rather than public safety, so many rush to attend fan signings rather than help those that they pass on the street every day. Heroes are a publicity stunt that is slowly choking the younger generation of quirk users, those with ‘villainous quirks’ disowned and isolated while those with flashy, powerful quirks are encouraged to step on those ‘lesser’ than them to achieve their heroic status”

“But- “

“How do you think those people treat the quirkless Todoroki?”

Shouto flinched at the use of his last name, recalling all the times his father had cursed the quirkless, often referring to them as cannon fodder, liabilities and wastes of space.

“Exactly. I know what your father thinks of people like me, but I also know that you don’t follow his thought process Shouto. I know that you’re different and I want your help to show others that we are not useless and that we are not to be used as steppingstones. I want someone like you who knows first-hand that just because society deems you a hero, does not make you a good human being. So many people have forgotten that these things can be mutually exclusive.”

Shouto’s head was reeling with all this new information. Gone was the small boy that Shouto had spoken with before, here stood a confident young man, eyes aflame with conviction, and a knowing smile, as though he knew that Shouto would agree with him.

He couldn’t help the traitorous sliver of excitement at the thought of Endeavor finally being exposed as the fraud and monster that he truly was, and Shouto shakily nodded and took Midoriya’s extended hand, knowing full well he had just signed his soul over to the devil.

Well, it that devil was Izuku Midoriya, then Shouto didn’t think it would be so bad.

“Now, I think it’s about time we left this icky room Shoucchan”

Shouto blinked, surprised at the sudden appearance of the nickname. He could only watch with growing trepidation as Izuku walked over to the door and gave six sharp knocks to the thick metal. Immediately, all noise from the outside disappeared and Shouto took a step back when the door opened, revealing the same two figures who had thrown Izuku in, grinning at the boy, a certain foreign fondness in their eyes that try as he might, Shouto could not recognise.

They quickly parted to allow Izuku through and Shouto followed with his eyes as the boy stepped into the well-lit room outside, filled with other teens and young adults that all grinned at Izuku before turning to face Shouto who stood, uncertain, in the cell.

Izuku turned to face him, a happy smile splitting his face.

“Kaacchan, Eicchan, show Shoucchan out, we’ll be in contact soon, so keep and eye on your phone!”

He then disappeared into the sea of people that suddenly swamped him and Shouto could barely process what had happened before he found himself outside in a familiar alleyway.

Night had long since fallen but Shouto was unable to fall asleep, his brain trying desperately to make sense of what had happened that day. When he had arrived home, he had given his father some bullshit excuse about having to help out the police with a small case, unable to understand why he hadn’t told him what had really happened.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table and looking at the message, Shouto was reminded why. He lay back down onto the bed, smiling at the ceiling and drifted off, dreaming of the endeavor-less world that he was sure Izuku would usher in.

“Goodnight Shoucchan. I hope you sleep well. You’re first step towards a brighter future begins tomorrow – Izuku”

Signing his soul off to the devil indeed.

[todorokiaimee]

Blues In The Night  5. I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

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Shoto waited with a cool nervousness as he knocked on Aimee’s apartment door. Tonight was going to be perfect. He knew how he felt about Aimee, hell pretty much everyone he came in contact with knew he was completely smitten. After their lunch date at the school, he at least had a good idea that she felt the same. Why not tell her? He took a moment to adjust his red wool coat and scarf, so that he looked neat and put together, despite his apprehensive thoughts. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal the woman of the hour, Aimee. She wore her signature high-waisted jeans that showed off her wide hips and resulting small waist. Her hot pink off the shoulder sweater caught his eye, a black choker rested around her delicate neck. This silhouette was really growing on him, as he tried to surpress the urge to trace his calloused fingers across her ever alluring collar bone.

Aimee grinned sweetly at him as she slipped on her brown coat. “Hey there, shall we?” Shoto nodded, taking her hand and leading her down the stairs to his car. After a short car ride, they walked into a local ice skating rink filled with children and other couples enjoying their night out. As Shoto paid for their tickets and rental skates, the reality of the moment sank in. This is it. Be cool. Aimee eyed the peppermint haired man carefully, an unusual look in his eye. Is he actually nervous?

After the pair each put on their rented skates, they hobbled over to the door opening to the ice. “Ladies first,” Shoto said with a small smile as he ushered Aimee ahead. “Such a gentleman,” she cooed as she stepped out onto the ice, carefully skating forward, waiting for him to join her. Todoroki stepped out onto the smooth surface, only to be met with shaky legs. Balancing on two thin blades verses his boots was proving to be more difficult than he anticipated. He continued to wobble forward on the ice, in an awkward squatted position, hands outstretched in front of him, in a feeble attempt to maintain his balance. Aimee tried her best to stifle a giggle, watching him struggle. “You ok there, hero?” “I’m just fine,” he muttered as he tried to continue forward. A moment of panic flashed across his eyes as he felt his feet slipping out from under him. He grabbed onto the rink wall for dear life, just barely staying upright. “Uh huh sure…” Aimee snickered as he pulled himself back upright. This was not going how he planned at all, his face growing warmer by the second. “Let go of the wall then.” “I’d rather not.” She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as she continued to watch him. Oh my God, is he actually pouting? “I’m sorry but you are just too cute. I picked this because I thought you’d be good at it. Your quirk is half ice after all!” Shoto cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he tired his best to skate forward. “Yes, but it’s not MY ice,” he huffed with a determined expression on his face. Well, at least she thinks I’m cute, although I would prefer handsome. Damn it, Shoto it’s fucking ice!

Just when he was about to let his inner monologue get the best of him, Aimee offered her small hand to him. “Oh mon cher, come on I got you.” Sheepishly, Shoto took her hand, looking into her glowing brown orbs. Moving to stand beside him, Aimee gently pulled him forward with her. “There you go. Just keep your feet about shoulder width apart, and try not to lean too far forward or back.” Shoto nodded, applying her advice as they slowly glided on the ice. “You’re getting it! Just one foot in front of the other!” Smiling brightly at him, Aimee squeezed his hand, earning a smile from Shoto as well. Even in all of my embarrassment, this woman is a complete joy. Thankfully, Todoroki was a fast learner. They gradually made their way around the rink with Shoto only flailing about like a chicken around five times, falling two. “May I ask you something?” Aimee nodded signaling for him to continue. “You called me ‘mon cher’ earlier. What does it mean?” The dark-skinned beauty let out a soft hum, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “Oh, it’s a Cajun-French term of endearment. Like ‘my dear’ or… ‘my love’.” Now it was Shoto’s turn to blush yet again. “Oh.” he paused, shyly squeezing her hand. “I like it.”  

Just when Shoto was about to really gain some confidence, he leaned forward too far, causing him to trip on the toe pick of his skates. To keep himself from falling forward, he jerked himself backward, only to fall flat on his back, pulling Aimee down with him. A scream filled his ears as he watched helplessly as she fell straight on her full bottom. She bounced. Shoto scrambled onto his hands and knees, feverishly crawling over to the fallen beauty. “My apologies, that was entirely my fault. Are you hurt?” A positively giddy belly laugh left Aimee’s lips, making her whole upper body jiggle, as Shoto looked on dumbfounded. “I’m perfectly fine!” she said between giggles. “Besides I have plenty of cushion back there if you haven’t noticed,” she smacked the side of her ass jokingly as she moved to stand back up. Of course, Shoto had noticed. He had tried many times to be a gentleman and not notice, but once again, impure thoughts had crept into his mind. As Aimee brushed off her jeans she looked over at the duel quirked hero, still sitting on the ice. His face was a deep red and she could see steam coming up from the left side of his body. Uh oh. I broke him. “Careful now.” She took both his hands, pulling him up to his feet. “We wouldn’t want to turn the ice rink into a swimming pool.” Crap, now I have an image of her in a swimsuit in my head. Even more steam escaped his left side at the thought, Aimee carefully angling herself to his right. Calm down, Shoto. What are you, a horny teenager?  “How about we take a break and grab something from the food court?” Aimee suggested with a kind smile. He nodded as they skated to the edge of the rink, stepping off of the ice.

After taking off their skates, Shoto was relieved to be back in his own familiar boots again. Having regained some of his dignity, he offered his arm to Aimee, which she gladly linked with hers. They walked over to a food stand in a comfortable silence and Shoto ordered some negima yakitori for the two of them to share, paying before Aimee could even reach for her wallet. He carried the food and two green teas over to an empty booth, the two sliding in opposite each other. The juicy thigh meat of the chicken was just what the doctor ordered, Aimee not realizing how hungry she actually was.

Shoto cleared his throat after he took a bite off of his own skewer. “How did you learn to skate? You seem fairly confident on the ice.” He watched her carefully as a sad look washed over her eyes. “My mom taught me. We used to go all the time when I was little,” She paused taking a sip of her tea. “I stopped going as much after she died.” Shoto hummed suddenly regretting his topic of choice. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Aimee smiled softly and shook her head. “No worries. It was a long time ago. I still have my Dad as well as my cat Mochi. My little bit of family.” He nodded, taking another bite of his food. “Ah yes, the comically large cat.” “How did you know Mochi was fat?” Shit. I’ve said too much. No use in lying to her. “I may have… looked you up on Instagram.”  A cheeky smirk, grew on Aimee’s face as she watched Todoroki shift nervously in his seat. He looked me up, huh? “Well, you gotta know who you’re dealing with, right? I’ll let it slide considering I may have been reading articles about you ever since you went pro,” she admitted, not wanting the sweet lamb to suffer for too long.

Shoto raised his eyebrows in surprise, “You read articles about me?” He watched as a beautiful blush crept onto her cheeks. “Well, yeah. You are my favorite hero after all,” She said in a hushed voice. I’m her favorite? Shoto couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips. “I’m honored.”

The pair continued to talk in effortless conversation until they noticed the rink and food court was starting to close for the night. Completely enamored with each other, the time had simply slipped away from them.

The two left the rink hand in hand, walking toward Shoto’s lone car. Looking around the now empty parking lot, Shoto got a fantastic idea. “Wait. Stay here just a moment.” Shoto walked further into the parking lot as Aimee eyed him questionably. He took a deep breath, activating his quirk, coating the parking lot with a sheet of ice, creating his own personal ice rink. Gliding back over to Aimee, he outstretched his hand with a small smile, “Take my hand.” Aimee hesitated, looking down at her boots. “I can’t, I don’t have my skates on. I’ll bust my ass.” Shoto let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Trust me. I won’t let you fall.” “Okay…” Aimee smirked skeptically as she slipped her hand into his once again. Holding her hand, Shoto gently guided her onto the ice, pulling her back to press against his chest, his other arm wrapping around her waist to keep her steady. A familiar warmth gathered on Aimee’s cheeks. She had never been this close to him before. She closed her eyes taking in his subtle scent of cedarwood and mint. Is this heaven?

Shoto effortlessly glided over his ice with Aimee securely in his arms. The cool fall air tousled their locks as he took them around the parking lot. Aimee felt almost as if she were flying. This was nothing like how it was in the ice rink. No wonder he loves his ice so much. Aimee’s face was one of pure amazement and Shoto couldn’t look away. She had never looked more beautiful to him, with her eyes filled with a childlike wonder. A sense of accomplishment washed over him, as he held her close. This is how our date should have gone from the beginning. He couldn’t help the warm smile that spread across his face, hearing Aimee’s lovely giggle erupt from her throat. “Oh my God, this is incredible Todo...ro...ki…” The ravenette paused as she looked over her shoulder to peer at Todoroki’s face only to find his steely eyes already locked onto hers. His stare left her breathless and she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. She watched as his eyes slowly flickered from hers, down to her lips and back again. Shoto couldn’t hold himself back a moment longer as his hand left her waist and gently cupped her chin, tilting it up to plant a soft sweet kiss on her pink pillowed lips. Her plump lips were even softer than he imagined and tasted faintly of cherry. Aimee melted into the kiss immediately, wanting to live in this moment forever. Her heart raced in her chest, as he slowly deepened the kiss, their lips moving skillfully against each other. Her hand slowly skated up his bicep, gripping it gently to keep herself from completely melting onto the ground.

Shoto reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to push things too far too soon, smoothly coming to a stop on the ice. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he took in Aimee’s utterly dazed expression and adorable pink blush. “Please, call me Shoto.” Aimee blinked comically slow, somewhat drunk on her own endorphins as she quipped, “I’ll call you whatever you want if we can keep doing that.”  A chuckle rumbled low in Shoto’s chest as he twirled her around to face him fully. “In that case… how do you feel about calling me ‘boyfriend?’” “Huh?” Aimee must have heard him wrong. Pro Hero Todoroki Shoto couldn’t have just asked her to be his girlfriend. Right? Shoto took both her hands into his, holding them close to his chest. “Aimee, I want you to mine. That is if you’ll have me.” Aimee’s large brown eyes slowly grew bigger as she took in his words, another sly thought taking over. “Bold of you to assume I’m something to be had.” Shit, I fucked this up! Todoroki began to panic, his left side quickly gaining heat from embarrassment. It wasn’t until he looked back down at Aimee that he noticed her ever-growing shit-eating grin before another glorious giggle escaped her lips. “Of course I’ll be yours, Pretty Boy.” This woman. Shoto let out a deep sigh of relief before chuckling to himself. “God, I love that smart mouth.” Before Aimee could give another smart ass comment, her lips were once again captured by his, as he snaked his arms around her, pulling her close. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she happily returned the kiss, the second of many to come.

Commission drawing by @mexi-doodler 

Chapter 6

[plusultrabitchez]

I Will Run To You Chapter 1: UA Sports Festival

Shinsou's POV "It's time for the next match! Shoto Todoroki vs. (Y/N) Kubo!"

Midnight's voice rang through the stadium. Hitoshi perked when he heard her name. It was the Semifinals. Whoever won this match would continue to on to fight that asshole Bakugou kid. He was glad the crowd didn't boo her this time. During her first match, some asshole in the crowd threw stuff at her and called her "Villain Spawn" and soon after a lot of the crowd joined in and started booing her. Luckily Aizawa got on the stadium mic and defended her and called out the asshole that started it all. It made him sad how she reacted. No surprise, just acceptance, like she expected it to happen.

Kubo had won her previous matches easily and quickly. He wondered how she would fair against Todoroki since he was a big stand out in the festival so far.

"Ready? BEGIN!" . . "Holy shit!" Hitoshi muttered under his breath as Kubo effortlessly shattered an ice attack from Todoroki. "I had no idea she was this powerful." He thought. Whenever Todoroki sent out a huge blast of Ice Kubo would deflect it and throw a blast of pure energy his way. The entire stadium was on the edge of their seats.

The match was brutal and had been going on for almost 15 minutes. Hitoshi could tell the teachers were about to step in since both of you were in pretty bad shape. Earlier in the match, Kubo had dislocated her left shoulder, but before the teachers could step in she had popped it back into place and screamed: "Is that all you got?!" She was a legit badass and Hitoshi was really starting to admire her tenacity.

Kubo and Todoroki were on opposite sides of the battleground and started running at each other full force. Todoroki starting on a huge ice wall and Kubo generating a giant force field. Cementoss quickly created a wall between the two of them causing Todoroki to pull back, but Kubo didn't slow down.

She demolished the cement wall, the ice wall and forced Todoroki out of bounds in one fell swoop. She landed in front of Todoroki's unconscious body, the camera showed her on the giant screen. She was covered in cuts and bruises, but she still had a victorious smile. She went to take a step forward but her leg snapped and she screamed in pain as she collapsed to the ground which made his heart skip a beat.

The teachers rushed up to the two of them along with the medical team. There was some deliberation between them, then Midnight's voice came over the stadium speaker.

"Todoroki was forced out of bounds. However, Kubo's injuries are too severe for her to compete. Therefore Todoroki will move on to the next round!"

"What?!" Hitoshi stood up and clenched his fists. "That's bullshit! She beat him fair and square!" He couldn't believe the crowd was cheering. And he knew it was just because she had villain parents. If she had hero parents or even just regular parents she would be more popular than Bakugou and Todoroki combined. "I only met this girl a few hours ago. Why the hell do I care so much?" He thought to himself as he watched her unconscious body be taken off the field. "Should I go check on her? Would that be weird?" Hitoshi's thoughts were all over the place. He stared off into space and let his internal debate rage on. "Fuck it." He said and headed to Recovery Girl's Office. . . ~Your POV~ "This is such bullshit!" You sat on one of the beds in Recovery Girl's office while your dad Kaito and Aizawa tried to calm you down. "So just because I snapped my leg in half I can't compete?!" "Kubo, listen to what you're saying." Aizawa said. "You're in no condition to-" You cut him off. "I've had way worse and was able to fight then!" You looked to your dad who looked at you sadly. "(Y/N) you had no choice then. Trust me, this isn't because we don't believe you can, we just want to put your health first."

Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes. "You both know that I have to work 10x harder than anyone at this school because of who my parents are." You choked back a sob. "This was supposed to be my shot."

Kaito sat on the bed next to you and held you close while you cried. "You'll have another shot. This isn't the end."

After about an hour of Recovery Girl working her magic, your leg was pretty much healed. You had managed to stop crying and calm down a bit. You were still frustrated, but you understood the teachers were just trying to look out for you.

"You'll need to go easy for the next week and make sure to elevate at night." She told you while she patted your knee. You smiled at her. "I will. Thanks for fixing me up. Sorry for all the yelling earlier. I was upset and my adrenaline was pumping." She waved her hand. "It's quite alright dear." She smirked and leaned in. "I thought it was bullshit too." Her comment made you giggle. "Alright, get out! I'm sure I'll have more patients to deal with soon."

You stood up and hobbled out the door. "Hey." You heard a deep voice. You looked over and saw Shinsou. "Oh, hey. What are doing here?" You asked limping over to him. "Did Midoriya fuck you up or something?" He chuckled. "No no, I'm fine." He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh, your fight was pretty intense so I just wanted to see if..." He looked at the floor in efforts to hide the pink painting his cheeks. "...just wanted to see, if you're okay."

You felt pink paint your own cheeks and gave him a soft smile. "Yeah uh, nothing she couldn't handle." You said gesturing at Recovery Girl's Office.

"It was a pretty bullshit call that they made. You won fair and square. They should've let you fight." Shinsou said looking up at you.

You smiled as your stomach did a backflip. "Thanks, Shinsou. I mean, in their defense my leg snapped pretty bad."

Shinsou looked at your leg with a concerned look. "Does it hurt?"

You waved your hand nonchalantly. "Meh, I've had worse. No biggie."

"She's had worse than a snapped in half leg?" He wanted to ask more about what you meant but decided not to press the subject.

"You know you're a really good fighter." Shinsou said breaking the silence.

"Oh, thanks! Lots of practice." You said fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "Why the fuck am I so nervous?"

"I could teach you if you want." You blurted out.

Shinsou looked surprised. "Umm..."

"Oh fuck, now I insulted him. God (Y/N) you idiot he probably is already learning and why the hell would he want to learn from a fellow student let alone you of all people."  Your mind was going nuts.

"Uh sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sure you already-I mean, I'm sure you have someone- I uh...I'm gonna go." You started to limp away as you tried not to die of embarrassment.

"Kubo wait..." Shinsou reached out and grabbed your hand to stop you from walking away. His touch sent sparks through your body. He wasn't as built as your other male classmates, but he had strong hands. "That would be awesome actually."

His words made you perk up. "Really?"

He chuckled. "Yeah I mean, it was kind of obvious in my match with Midoriya that fighting isn't my strong suit."

"Well, I thought you did fine." You smiled sweetly at him. "Midoriya is a hell of a wild card. I never know how fights will go with him."

Your words made Shinsou feel a bit better about his match. "Well, if I want to get into the hero course I obviously need to know how to fight effectively."

"It'll be easy! I can totally teach you! I've been training since I was 4 so I have a lot more experience than the other first years and I can teach you everything I know."

Shinsou smiled. "Thanks Kubo, that's really nice of you." He realized he was still holding your hand and quickly let go and shoved his hands in his pockets hoping he wasn't blushing too hard.

"Sure! Anything I can do to help." You said and gave him a thumbs up. "We can start meeting up after school next week. I'm sure I can convince the school to let us use the gym."

"Oh wow, so soon?" Shinsou gulped.

You looked concerned. "Is that okay? If you're busy that's totally fine! Just let me know when you're available to start."

Shinsou relaxed a little bit. "Yeah, that sounds good."

You smiled and your stomach growled loudly causing you to blush, but Shinsou laughed. "Do you want to get some food?"

"Oh my god yes please, I starving."

~Shinsou's POV~

After hitting up some of the food booths just outside the stadium and getting a ton of Gyoza and Dango, the two of you headed back up to sit with your classes and watch the final match. The two of you had somehow gotten onto the topic of horror movies and she was gushing about her favorites. He was liking this girl more and more. She was a total badass, sweet, smart, she loved horror movies, and was completely stunning. He was having to make a conscious effort not to stare at her and come off as a fucking creep.

"Oh my god I may love her." Shinsou thought to himself as he listened to her gush about Silence of the Lambs. While the two of them discussed Hannibal Lecter, a cute round-faced girl with brown hair came up to them.

"Hey, Uraraka." Kubo said with a smile. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to check on you since you've been gone for a while. I was worried."

Kubo seemed genuinely surprised by this which made Shinsou a little sad. How could someone so great not have a million friends?

"Oh, thanks Uraraka. That's so sweet of you. Yeah, I'm fine, I was just grabbing some food with Shinsou here."

His heart leaped when she said his name.

"Oh yeah! You fought Deku! That match was great! Your quirk is so cool!" Uraraka said and held out her hand. "It's so nice to meet you!"

Shinsou shook her hand and noticed the pads on her fingertips. "Toe beans..." he muttered.

"Oh fuck!" Kubo grabbed Uraraka's other hand and looked examined it. "Oh my god, you DO have little toe beans! Awwwww."

Uraraka went wide-eyed. "But... they're on my hands. Are you saying my fingers look like toes?"

"No!" Shinsou and Kubo yelled in unison. "You just have cute little pads like cats do. It's adorable!" Kubo said and gave her a reassuring smile. God, that smile. Shinsou wanted to see it every day.

"Okaaaay, well the final match is about to start, Midoriya and I saved you a seat up front." Uraraka smiled.

"Aw thank you." Kubo turned to face him. "Let me know when you want to train?"

"Yeah definitely will! I'll see you around school." Shinsou said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Great! Oh and Shinsou?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the food and for checking on me. That was really nice of you." She gave him a soft smile that made his heart melt.

"It's no problem. I'm glad I got to meet you today."

Kubo giggled. "Me too."

Shinsou smiled as he watched Kubo and Uraraka made their way to the class 1A viewing box. He walked into his own class's viewing box and sat down next to one of his friends.

"Dude you were gone a while, you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just checking up on Kubo." He said leaning back into his seat.

Another one of his classmates scoffed. "I'm sure princess is fine."

Shinsou rolled his eyes. "She's the farthest thing from a 'princess'."

"How would you know? You only met her a few hours ago."

They had a point, but Shinsou felt it in his bones that she was more complex than just a pretty girl in the hero course. "There's just...so much more to her."

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It was turning out to be a tough fight.

Both of you knew going into the hero business was dangerous, you had experienced the worst going through UA as that unlucky year of students. Today hadn’t been much different, the villain alliance had made a new surge onto the scene after having been quiet for a couple years. No one truly believed they had been gone, but that hadn’t stopped many of them from hoping.

You and Todoroki had been together since you graduated, both as a couple and as a hero team, your quirks complimenting each other perfectly. His fire and ice used as cover and protection for your anti-gravity quirk. You could utilize any surface at any angle, walking and leaping between things, orienting yourself effortlessly between jumps. Todoroki often threw up ice walls that you could skate across, out of reach of the opponent until you dropped down on them from above. He also used his flames as distractions as you scaled impossible walls effortlessly or jumped from place to place to strike out with the bokken you carried.

They had been prepared, these villains, they had isolated the both of you, cutting you off from any aid. Despite being targeted, you dearly hoped the others we’re fairing alright. Todoroki was as cool as ever, at least on the surface. Only someone who knew him well could spot the ferocious way he used his elements and the frantic glances he sent your way as you bounced from place to place striking as many foes as possible. He was worried, so were you, you were vastly outnumbered and these were not just thugs off the street, nearly every fighter on the other side knew what they were doing.

You had insisted on this partnership, you couldn’t stand to see Todoroki crumble under his father’s thumb. He had nearly taken the position at his Father’s agency despite that, but when you outright refused to give up, he gave in and joined you at Fourth Kind’s agency until Bakugou and Deku recruited the both of you for their own agency. Actually, it had been more like Bakugou demanding Todoroki join them and Deku kindly reminding him that you and he were a package deal.

Help wasn’t coming, the explosions came no closer, and the bursts of dust from the most powerful kicks you had ever seen barely reached where you were still fighting. You knew that others were fighting too, but nothing could compare to the fury of Japan’s top two heroes. Nothing except apparently whatever was keeping them away from their friends.

“This can’t go on much longer,” you hissed, “I’m reaching my limit, I can barely orient properly anymore,”

“We have to keep fighting,” Todoroki growled, “There isn’t any other choice,”

“I know that!” you cried, narrowly avoiding a tackle aimed at you but hopping onto the underside of the fire escape in the alley you had ducked into, “But you can’t keep pushing yourself either!”

You had confessed to him in 3rd year after finally working up the courage. He hadn’t reacted at all, in fact he stared at you blankly until you realized he was stuck processing your confession.

“I really really like you Todoroki,” you said again, “And that means I want you to be my boyfriend,” you clarified before your face went redder than it already was, as much as you ducked your head to try hiding behind your hair, “That is, if you want to?”

“I want to,” You had almost missed his response, but he repeated it again, a couple times actually, like he was trying to sound confident about it.

“It’s okay Shoto, I think once was perfect,” you took his hand in yours and the rest was history.

That was the last thing Todoroki heard you say before a huge villain crashed through a wall into the alley, sending his s/o crashing to the ground, buried by rubble.

“Y/N!” he screamed as he let his flames lose, driving the hulking figure away before unleashing a huge burst of ice to close up the hole and much of the rest of the alley. He made a beeline to the pile of rubble where he knew his s/o had fallen under and dug through the pieces frantically. His worst nightmare was coming true, they were hurt and there had been nothing he could have done.

“Y/N!?” he cried again as he dug, his hands were raw but he didn’t care. He had to find them, he couldn’t lose them like this. A few times there was a sound of approach, but Todoroki simply raised another wall and another until the small section of broken building and pavement was ringed in ice. There was no way anyone was getting in, and even if they could, there would be enough time for him to open up a way to escape. He wouldn’t escape until Y/N was safe by his side again.

“He doesn’t get a say,” you asserted, “But neither do I. It’s your choice Todoroki, it’s your life not his,” You unwittingly used Deku’s words to him from their first year at the sports festival and coming from you, someone he cherished, they hit him just as hard as they had when his now longtime friend had said them all those years back.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he smiled slightly, his entire posture more relaxed then it had just been, “I choose you, I’ll always choose you because your dear to me in a way I can’t even begin to describe,”

You laughed, but it was light and happy, like the chiming of a bell in Todoroki’s ears, “I’m so glad! And I understand the feeling well enough, because I feel the same way,”

The first thing he saw was their hand, and the clearly broken arm it was attached to. He gritted his teeth and dug it out enough that he could lay it flat and ice it gently as he dug the rest of them out of the rubble. For the most part it was easy, smaller chunks of the brick, but as he uncovered more and more of them, he discovered a much larger chunk had pinned their whole torso down. He frantically dug out their head and shoulders, praying with all his might that they were alive.

He almost gave up when he finally unearthed their head, which was bleeding quite a bit, the bright red contrasting the stark paleness of their skin. He almost gave up right there until he saw the slight motion behind one of their eyelids. He ducked his head close and could feel a slight puff of air as they tried to breath.

He started working with new purpose, he had to get them out of there as soon as he could, he got rid of as many smaller pieces as he could before all that was left was the concrete pillar lying across their torso.

The first date he took you on had been to a park near the campus, it had been a beautiful day and he had packed a lunch that you both ate up on the top of a hill overlooking the whole park. The best part of the day had been when he had poured your drink and made tiny ice chips shaped like flowers to put in as well. You had been so awed by it that you asked him to make more, and soon you were surrounded by a whole garden’s worth of ice flowers of different kinds. You looked so pretty to him, poking at them as they melted away in the sun and smiling up at him when he cooled the ground enough to maintain them for a while.

They still looked pretty to him, covered in dirt and blood, but as he managed to pry away the pillar with some carefully placed ice, he found it harder and harder to keep his focus, because was lay underneath was anything but pretty. There was no telling to what extent the damage done would even be recoverable, Todorki’s logical mind told him. His carefully guarded emotional side was tearing him apart, begging him to just scoop them up and run. He dropped down beside them, leaning down to their face again and he still felt that tell tale puff of air, barely anything at all, but it was proof they were still alive. He laid a couple fingers at their neck and felt the faint flutter of a pulse. He wasn’t sure when the tears had started, but he kept having to blink to clear his vision so he could memorize everything about them.

The first time he had met your parents had been the most outwardly nervous you had ever seen him. He was unusually frantic, but you reassured him that they would like him no matter what happened. When you met his mother, because he insisted you meet her first, you began to understand. Meeting his father, the at the time number one hero, solidified things for you. Dinners with your family became more frequent and you always brought flowers when he brought you to visit his mother. He never said anything about your avoidance of his father, but you had a feeling he welcomed the excuses you created just for that purpose.

He didn’t know what to do, he had nowhere to go. There was no way the villains would let them go without capturing or killing one of them. They nearly had already. His s/o still lay before him very still and barely hanging on. There was nothing more he wanted than to turn back time and tell them not to use that fire escape, to suggest escape instead of avoidance. He wanted to keep them on the ground where he had been, completely clear of falling and being crushed as they had. But he knows he can’t so he will do what he can and defend them until help can arrive, because he knows his friends, that they won’t ever give up on each other.

“Dammit! You scared me!” you yelled at him after a battle where you had been separated.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said flatly.

“I know that, but please, I can’t stand not knowing if you’re okay,” you sniffed, “Maybe that’s selfish of me…”

“It’s not,” Todoroki shook his head, “I was reckless, but so were you,”

“What?” you blinked at his offhanded rebuff.

“You changed your gravity for a target four whole blocks away,” he stated, “That’s dangerous, even with your support gear, falling that far could hurt you,”

“I-” you paused, “Yeah, that was pretty far, I’ll be a bit more careful next time,”

“I will try not to stray too far from you,” Todoroki gave his assurance in return.

“No, I’m sorry Shoto, my complaint is really nothing,” you tried to deflect it.

“You were worried about me, so it isn’t nothing,” He hugged you, “Partners should stick together to watch out for one another, going alone has never ended well,” You sank into the hug and returned it, burying your face into the shoulder of his suit. You agreed with him there, being alone without him was a scary thought.

There was chipping at the ice walls now, and the sounds of battle leaking through the cracks. Todoroki couldn’t tell if it was friend or foe, but at this point, he hardly cared. They were slipping away, he could feel their faint heartbeat stuttering and slowing, as their body continued to bleed, and their breaths occasionally didn’t come. He had already been breathing for them on occasion, just to make sure there was some oxygen getting through, but one of their lungs wasn’t working, either flooded or collapsed.

Just before this battle, you had been teasing him, “Come on, even the reporters doubt we’re in love,”

“But I do,” he mutters, “I do love you,” a slight crease in his brow to show his annoyance.

“I’m kidding, I know,” You sigh, lowering your voice so only he can hear you, “I hear it in every word you say to me, and I see it in everything you do,” That smooths the crease and results in a slight upturn of his lips before he sneakily presses them to the top of your head.

He can’t feel your heartbeat anymore.

“No…”

No more air crosses your lips.

“NO.”

He can feel the heat slipping from your body.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you!”

“He didn’t exactly make it easy for us. He almost torched us all when we got through all that ice,” Deku chuckled slightly before it fell short again, “He looked devastated, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an expression that vivid on his face. I’d rather not see it again if this is what it takes to bring it out of him,”

You had woken up in a hospital, weighed down by bandages and drugs for all the damage your body had sustained. Deku had been visiting and was currently filling you in on what had happened. Todoroki was in the chair beside your bed, face down and sleeping with your hand clutched in his.

“If it was as bad as I feel right now, I think I can skip having an expressive Shoto,” You said slowly, having to take a few breaths in between the words.

Deku nodded, “He really does love you, he almost didn’t let Kacchan take you so he could fly you out of the battle zone and get you to some paramedics. Mei’s fold-out stretcher did its job, even flying through the air,”

“I’ll have to get her to redo my costume,” you nodded, “Her stuff is the best,”

“Tell her that and she’ll do double the work for the same price, you’ll probably end up with some crazy contraption that you won’t even need,” Deku really laughed this time, causing Todoroki to wake with a start.

He looked between the two of you, the wheels turning in his head before tears slipped down his face.

“I’m right here Shoto,” you smile for him, “I wouldn’t dare leave you all alone,”