#Shoto angst

[vawilcox]

Masterlist:

Mirko and me

Shoto angst to fluff (request)

My life as an only child in a reverse harem

Tamaki angst to fluff (request)

Yandere Dabi

Funeral Comfort

Peeping Girl

***UPDATE***

Update & random fact? I'm a poet and decided to start putting my poems on here so I can keep track of them better. Hope you find a few you like.

[goose-pencil]

Give to one todoroki, take from the other

[aztecbrujeria]

Just saw the mha leaks…let’s just say imma be writing some angst for my poor man shoto…

[sugolara]

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚

feat. shoto todoroki x fem! reader

cw: angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ- leaving y/n a series of voicemails, shoto doesn't know when to let you go.

❝all your empty words mean nothing.❞

+ empty words by bowery electric

katsuki's ver. || alt continuation: @constanciandrea

you have one new voicemail!

"i saw you today. for the first time since... then. i couldn't tear my eyes away from your body. you looked beautiful, like the first time i saw you. i wanted to hold you. hug you. kiss you. but i couldn't. you looked so at peace, laying in your coffin. were you at peace? i like to hope so. i miss you, y/n.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there to save you when you needed me. i'm sorry i was so late. i'm sorry i had to watch your body decay and explode. i'm sorry that you died to save a civilian and put yourself at risk. i'm sorry that we all had to watch your confused face as you slowly fell apart.

"do you think you can ever forgive me?"

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"there's this girl. she's new. she reminds me of you. she came from america to replace you. at least that's what i think. but, aizawa says that she's here because a pro hero had recommended her. i think it's their way of saying sorry for your lost classmate.

"my eyes can't help but linger at her. i catch myself looking at her when she's not staring. she looks a lot like you. but she has different hair. and her personality is the opposite of you. i don't like her.

"would you talk to me in my sleep tonight?"

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"i'm sorry i haven't called you. aizawa has been keeping us busy with training, and my father is keeping me busy. trying to make up for what he did, trying to make us a family after seeing touya dabi again.

"i know it's been two days, and i can hear your voice telling me it's not a bother, that it's okay. but it's not. i call you just to hear your voice again. i call you just so you can make my heart beat, make it jump in my chest. because i miss feeling it that way.

"do you miss that feeling as well?"

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"i snapped today. midoriya has talked to me after he found out that i'm still keeping contact with you. he says it's not healthy and that i should move on. but what does he know, he still has ururaka. he doesn't know anything.

"i let the words that fall out of bakugo's mouth fall out of mine. i shouldn't have told him those words. the class, and even aizawa, gave me a sympathy look. i hate that look. i hate that they look at me like i'm about to break at any moment.

"would you reassure me that it's okay to keep holding onto you?"

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"i don't know how many times i have to say i'm sorry, but, i'm sorry. it's been three days since i last talked to you. what makes me feel bad is, that i have no excuses.

"i guess... i'm slowly trying to let you go. but it's hard when all i can think about is you laying down next to me. laughing while you tell me stupid jokes that i don't get. i'm so hung up on you.

"do you get hung up on me to?"

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"they started taking down posters of you. but the hall is still filled with your name. everyone still talks about you. even bakugo. surprising, right? he said at your funeral, that you had so much potential. he was even afraid that you were gonna take the number one spot.

"it's funny, because if i had to look really hard, it was almost like he loved you. he stares at your desk sometimes even if he knows that the new girl sits there. i even caught him standing outside of your old dorm room.

"would you have loved him if you weren't with me?"

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"remember that new girl i mentioned, well as it turns out, she left me a note on my desk. no, it wasn't a love note if that's what you were thinking. i guess she saw the eyebags underneath my eyes and my messy hair. she asked me if i was okay.

"i couldn't ignore her. she sounded so much like you. and her eyes. her eyes looked like yours. she stared at me the same way you looked at me. there was a faint thump in my chest as she talked and smiled at me.

"do you think it's okay if i talk to someone else that isn't you?"

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"i know, i bet you can hear me sighing. it's been, two, or three weeks since i last called you. my heart aches as i think about it longer. but, if you wanted to know, everything is going back to normal. your name no longer lingers in the hallways.

"i think the class is started to forget about you. everyone... seems so cheerful. i think they moved on, accepting your death. but i'm scared. i don't want to forget about you. but the longer i talk to the new girl, i start to... forget.

"if you're wondering why i haven't called, it's because i've been hanging out with the group again, even the new girl. i found out that she has the same style that you do. she dresses like you do. she does everything the exact same way you do.

"would you think i'm unfaithful if i said i'm feeling things?"

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"she called me cute today. i felt my cheeks getting hot, i thought i had activated my quirk, but i didn't. it was cold today, and she forgot her sweater so i let her borrow mine. i liked how she snuggled up towards it, and smiled at me.

"y/n... i think i'm started to move one. and it pains me to say this, but, i think i am in love again. she makes me feel the same things you make me feel. she's beautiful. and if you were here, i'm sure you two would have gotten along.

"she never talks about you though. i assume she knows what happened and decides not to talk about you in order not to trigger me or anyone. i like it though. that she doesn't talk about you.

"do you still love me?"

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"hopefully, for the last time, i'm sorry. another week had gone by and i haven't talked to you. but, i took the new girl on a date. she told me that she liked me, and i... i kissed her. the whole class found out that we were dating. they were proud. i think proud that i had moved on.

''except, for bakugo. he snapped at me when he found out i had moved on. i thought it was because he was jealous of me or something, but no. he called me out, told me that i hadn't moved on. because if i did, then i wouldn't be here standing on your grave giving you these meaningless voicemails.

"and that i only dated the new girl because she looks like you. i think he's the only one who hasn't moved on. the class could tell. i had overhead kirishima telling him to stop calling you. to stop giving you your favorite flowers on your headstone. to stop looking at your photos. to stop looking at the confession he made that he was planning on giving you.

"to be honest, it didn't make me mad that he loved you. i think it ate him up more that it did to me. every time someone mentions you his head whips around, as if trying to look for you. he's still not over you."

"would you have accepted his confession?"

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"i saw your family the other day while i was walking the new girl home. i saw a sign that said 'rent' on your front yard. your house looks empty. they saw me, they smiled and wave as they got in their cars. and drove off, never returning.

"i hoped they moved on."

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"do you think you can ever forgive me? would you talk to me in my sleep tonight? do you miss that feeling as well? would you reassure me that it's okay to keep holding onto you? do you get hung up on me to? would you have loved him if you weren't with me? do you think it's okay if i talked to someone else that isn't you? would you think im unfaithful if i said i'm feeling things? do you still love?

"would you have accepted his confession?"

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"hey, i know. it's been two weeks. but i'm not calling to tell you about my day. as a matter of fact, i called you becasue, i have moved on. i'm letting you go and i hope you can let me go. i found love in you and i will always cherish that.

"i will always love you no matter what. but i no longer need to keep you here. i found love somewhere else. but no matter where you are, i hope that i get to see you someday and hold you one last time.

i love you, y/n. no matter where you are."

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i'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. please dial back again to make sure you have entered the right number. goodbye.

[thelittlewriter]

Nightmares

Pairing : Shoto x Reader

Shoto wasn't the type to show affection. He was the "silent type", as you liked to call him. He wondered what it meant. He was rather talkative to you, at least more than with anybody else. He shared his story with you, his goals and some of his fears. Most of those he had hidden from you were about you. His job as a hero made him a little bit paranoid. You called that "protective", but he knew what it was. Seeing so many people hurt, in danger, or even dead, he couldn't help but to fear it might happen to you too. He wanted to think that he was strong enough to protect you, that you were never in danger to begin with, but he couldn't stop these thoughts when he was asleep. It was the exact same nightmare everytime.

You were in danger and he couldn't protect you.

He started to fear leaving for work, leaving you alone. Then, he had started to fear going home, and find you hurt. Now, he was afraid of going to sleep. He couldn't protect you when he was asleep. And he had been dreaming of your death more and more often.

He didn't want to bother you with those fears. He couldn't tell you about them because they were about you.

But you still felt something was wrong. His breath was short when he was coming back home, as if he had run home. His dark circles were getting bigger and bigger, but he laid down in bed next to you every night. You wondered if he was overworking. You couldn't really stop him from going and saving people, but you made everything so he could be comfortable when he was with you.

That night, you fell asleep early and you didn't get to greet Shoto when he came home. You woke up in the middle of the night. He was asleep next to you, holding you tight. You weren't sleepy anymore, but you liked being in his arms.

After a few minutes, you decided to get up and drink water. You couldn't just stay still and wait, and you didn't want to wake him up either. You decided you would go there once you were a little more sleepy.

You didn't want to turn the light of the kitchen on, fearing it might wake your boyfriend up. You poured yourself a glass of water in the dark, only light up by the outzide lights.

- Y/N ?

You heard a loud scream. You recognized your boyfriend's voice.

- Shoto ? I'm here !

You heard a loud banging. He had knocked the door open.

- Y/N ? you heard him scream again.

Didn't he hear you the first time ? Or was he still asleep ?

You heard him run to the kitchen. He turned on the light. His eyes met yours and all you saw was fear. Intense fear.

- I'm here, you said slowly.

You could hear him breathe loudly, like it was hard to do so.

- I'm here, you repeated.

You walked to him. When you were right in front of him, you heard him say with difficulty :

- I thought you were gone.

And then, he fell right into your arms. You both fell on the ground. He wasn't moving, his eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful that you it looked like he wasn't panicked a minute ago. You realized it had been a while since you had seen him like this, and you wondered how long it has been since the last time he really slept. You didn't dare to move. You thought about his words.

Gone ? Did he think that you had left the house or that you were...

You shook your head. You had to talk about it with him in the morning. You could still remember the panic in his eyes, so different to how he usually looked. You had notice he had been more on edge lately, but you didn't know it was eating his soul that much.

His eyes suddenly flashed open.

- Y/N, he said with a much more relaxed voice.

You smiled at his tired face.

- You're OK, he only said.

You nodded.

- Of course, I am.

He got up, holding your hand.

- Let's go back to bed, he simply said.

You didn't object as he dragged you to your bedroom. When you were both in bed, you decided to ask :

- Do you wanna talk about it ?

He was still holding your hand. Like he couldn't let go.

- It's nothing, I just... have nightmares.

- Do you wanna talk about it ? you repeated.

- No, he quickly said.

There was a silence. You moved closer to him, to get in his arms. It was fine even if he didn't want to talk about it. You would still be there for him. He knew that, but maybe he forgot for a little moment.

- You die. Every single time.

You didn't say anything.

- Sometimes I wake up right away, and you're in my arms. When I don't, I'm forced to leave in a world where you're not with me anymore.

You heard him sniff.

- It's always my fault. I can't protect you.

Finally, you said :

- It's not real. You don't need to protect me.

- But what if I have to and I don't make it ?

- I don't know what you've seen but I know the world is scary and dangerous. It has always been and it probably always will be but no matter what, we'll face it together. I will always be by your side.

He nodded, even though you probably couldn't see it. He wished he had told you about his worries sooner, he wished he went to your warm and reassuring arms sooner.

He remembered all those night, when he woke up and waited to hear your soft breath. He would hear it every single day. He would see your sweet sleeping face every single morning, he would feel you when you hugged him when he got back from work.

He hugged you tighter. Tighter and tighter.

- Is everything ok ? you asked.

You sounded like you were suffocating, but still didn't want to let you go. He was still shaking from the shock of his nightmare.

- I... I just...

He couldn't even speak anymore. He had a big lump in his throat that stopped it from doing it.

- It's fine, I'm here.

The lump disappeared when he finally let out a sob. You caressed his cheek.

- I'll always be there.

You didn't stop comforting him until he fell asleep. You stayed awake all night, making sure he got a good night sleep.

Hello ! I got very busy but I'm writing again ! I actually wrote that about a month ago and I don't know why I didn't post it but I hope you liked it ! Have a great day !

[http-tokki]

okay okay okay lemme just get this out here because I can't handle it every time I listen to this godforsaken song (i love it so much but it hurts so good)

a/n: this is very much not canon. like its all fanon and hypothetical just lemme get my angst out please

and I left you alone, in a house, not a home

Let's pretend Dabi thought Enji changed, let's pretend that he didn't know that he had another kid after Natsuo and did the exact same thing to Shoto that he did to Touya, but when Dabi does find out, he breaks. All the rage that he felt somehow intensified at the idea of his brother going through the same shit he went through and he doesn't find this out behind closed doors but on the battlefield across from Shoto and Enji. Touya just drops to his knees and cries, screaming about how he should have stayed and saved him, how if he had been better he could have prevented this, how he is sorry, and begs Shoto to forgive him

ORRRR

maybe Shoto dies and Enji doesn't give a fuck, he is so determined to become number one the only thing he can think about is wiping out the villains and claiming that title. Dabi snaps and loses it on Endeavour ultimately killing him and cementing his title as villain BUT afterward, Touya goes looking for Shoto. Finding his body amidst the rubble, he drops to his knees and gently cradles Shoto like he should have done when he was a kid, holding him close and vowing to protect him, but it was too late. He had already lost, already been destroyed by Enji. Touya holds Shoto close, crying and asking him to forgive him, forgive him for letting him suffer, how he should have been a better brother.

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Character: Shoto x reader

Word count: 1.6k+ Tag: angst, fluff, happy ending (???)

Shoto thinks he could’ve had a family right now, instead of staring at the ceiling, on his bed, alone and wriggling his cold toes because of the AC as the the sirens and cars honking blended into the background in his ears.

He thinks he would’ve had a kid or two, yelling in his ears and yanking his hair as they jump and squeal around his mattress from the sugar rush. Instead, silence fills the whole bedroom, whole apartment, ringing so loud in his brain that sometimes, he would beg the Gods to silence the silence.

But more specifically, he thinks he could’ve had a family with you, with a kid or two resting within the two of your arms as you whisper so softly to each other so that they wouldn’t wake up.

And he blames himself for what he could’ve had.

A family, a kid or two and you.

But instead, all he has is 31 years of being single and shit ton of hero work that never seems to cease down. He would like to fuck the goddamn reports and files that his secretaries always bring in every day; they could go to hell.

Shoto lets the tears of frustration wet his eyelashes, bubbling around his eyes but never down his cheek. He’s annoyed and tired at everything, mind burnt out since long ago and he just wants to see your golden glimmering eyes once again.

And he continues on to blame himself for every missed chance he could’ve had to tell you that he’d like to go on a date with you, that he thinks your smile as you gaze at the setting sky was beautiful and that his breath gets knocked out of him when you get a little too close to him, sit a little too close to him and breathe a little too close to him.

The first time he met you was when he was 15, a crease between his eyebrows that no one seemed to see him without but when you stepped into the classroom, eyes looking around the new place in awe; he finally remembers how to breathe again.

You sat beside him, glancing at him for a second a few times, thinking that you were being sneaky and clever but he caught you, just didn’t let you know.

The first time you talked to him was when Eraserhead lazily croaked out the notes on the board, sighing and explaining the topic all over again because Mina didn’t get it. You tapped your fingers on his table, asking him whether he could lend you his notes to copy as Shoji sat in front of you, body and limbs blocking the whole of your view.

He nodded a little before handing you the paper, suddenly becoming more conscious of himself when your fingers brushed against his skin.

Was his hands too rough? Sweaty? Did his fingernails accidentally scratched your skin? Was his handwriting too messy for you?

But his thoughts and worries simply disappeared when you whispered a ‘thank you’ to him, lips smiling big and he remembered how to breathe once again.

The first time he talked to you was when the bell rang, signaling the time for recess and he wanted to ask you whether you wanted to sit with him; he’s been reciting the question over and over again in his mind and he worried that his voice might crack from all the nervousness.

When he stated the sentence, with his dual-eyes falling on the ground and voice wavering a little at the end, you were silent. He looked up, expecting you to be sitting right there but you were chatting with Uraraka and Tsuyu, a little too far away.

You didn’t hear him.

He still wonders whether that counted as the first time he talked to you; it’s like shouting his words with a wall between the two of you and no matter how loud he tries to scream, his voice just never reach your ears, his throat felt hoarse and ached a little.

When Midoriya walked to his seat, spoke to him so cheerily and invited him to sit with him and his friends, Shoto nodded.

He searched for a certain shade of green within the countless heads of the UA students and walked towards the table with his cold soba on his tray. But didn’t expect to see you sitting there, an empty spot beside you that he hastily sat upon.

He found out that you didn’t like parsley, picking the little tiny bits of the vegetable off of your food and that you puff out your cheeks when you’re focusing on something; he thought that you were adorable.

The first time when he got your number, your name on his screen and your voice a call away, he felt his face burning. It was hotter than when he used his fire quirk, hotter than when he was training with the class under the scorching hot sun and he somehow liked the feeling you gave him; it was fun battling with his mind whether you felt the same heat underneath your skin thinking about him.

But despite staring at your name every few nights, fingers itching to press on it and ears twitching when he thought of your pretty words and your pretty voice, Shoto had never called you once.

He thinks he still wouldn’t have the right guts to call you if he travels back to that time.

The first time he kissed someone was not you, but the onyx-haired girl from Class 1-B, Kodai Yui. He was stupid enough to join the game ‘truth or dare’ and even stupider to choose the latter when told to either confess who he liked or kiss Kodai.

You were fixing your hair when he was done and he swore he could see a flash of tinted hurt in your eyes as he tried to rub off the invisible stain of the girl’s lips; he would’ve wished that he chose to tell you how he felt about you for the rest of his life.

The first time he kissed you was on your 16th birthday, celebrated in the dorm. You looked pretty when you came down from your room, with your pretty smile and your golden glimmering eyes. You looked pretty when you thanked everyone for their gifts, with you pretty voice and your pretty words.

And you looked even prettier under the moonlight, eyes closed and lips pressed against his so perfectly. The laughing and talking from inside didn’t help in filtering out how loud his heart thumped in his ears as the cicadas beeped and croaked within the trees, being the only witnesses of the two teens on the porch.

Shoto liked your kiss better than the other girl’s, it was soft and he gave it with all the love he doesn’t dare to word out.

But you pushed him away, glaring at him for a moment before running inside to join the crowd. He froze for a minute before sitting down on the cemented ground, silently questioning the moon why you ran away; do you hate him? Did he do something wrong?

He sighed as he slumped his back and stared at the ground, did he ruin your first kiss?

Thinking back, Shoto still doesn’t know whether he should go after you. Or rather, he should or shouldn’t have kissed you in the first place.

Then, you changed your number.

He heard Bakugou screaming at you for not giving him your new number and he needed them to make their group project easier. Shoto tried to ask for them as well but you never gave it to him.

Was it his fault or something he did, he didn’t know.

The first time you held his hand was when it was Class 3-A’s graduation day, the both of you standing behind with a few others while the rest either sat or squatted down on the ground and you grabbed his fingers when the camera clicked and lights made his eyes flinched.

He thinks it wasn’t fair, you looked so pretty with your golden glimmering eyes and pretty smile when his palm met yours while the whole of his face was red; even his ears were red and he's convinced he looked like a human tomato. How could you look so calm? He didn’t know. 

And before he could ask you for your number and possibly a date, you were already gone; just like the first time he tried talking to you. 

That was the last of you he could feel, and see. He still sees you on the television when he even has the time to sit down and turn it on though and he still hears stories from his friends about you, but never able to see or hear or touch you.

He thinks something like a family, a kid or two and you and him would’ve had happened if he chased after you or at least looked for you after you held his hand. But he let you go that moment because that’s what you’re good at, sneaking between his hands and escaping the moment he tries to grasp you.

And maybe you really were sneaky and clever.

Shoto flinches a little when his phone rings, his father’s name across the screen and he softly groans before answering the call.

He stares into the air when the call ended and suddenly, he can breath just right once again. You and him were going to partner up to catch a group of villains and maybe a chance between you and him is there; this time though, he doesn’t let you escape.

This time, though what could’ve been would be what will be and his first times with you would be his countless times with you with this chance. 

[shisnhou]

reckless

pairing: pro-hero! shoto todoroki x gender neutral!reader

genre: angst

cw: infidelity.

wc: 1.9K

an: —

everyone has a love story. in a person’s book of life, at-least one chapter of their story has a chapter filled with love. may it be happy, sad, or in-between, it has always been there. and that includes you too, you have a chapter in your open book, a chapter filled with love and affection.

but somehow, your chapter of love and affection suddenly closed without your knowledge. unknowingly, your book wrote on its own, a new chapter filled with deceit, pain, and recklessness.

shoto todoroki, your beau, the love of your life, practically your everything: he was the one who started to write your chapter of love, he helped you build it all up, and helped you forge and form it to what it had been and what it was. shoto was the first entre of your chapter that was filled with love.

you were once the only person in shoto’s life that had helped him learn how to love, taught him how to be affectionate, showed him how to be caring, gave him everything that you had. and it was vice versa. shoto had also told you that you are the only person who he’d want in his life. promised that he’d never hurt you in any way or form.

well, that was until she came.

the first time you saw her, you thought of how pretty she was. amongst the crowd, her pretty face stood out. long shiny black hair that swayed every time her hips moved as she walked down the tiled floor. you saw how everyone stared at her face, saw how they practically drooled at the sight of her.

but what you had not noticed was how he looked at her.

sure enough you never doubted shoto’s loyalty. you were sure enough that he’d stick to his promise, saying how he only has his eyes on you and never at anyone else.

oh, how you wished you weren’t so naive and trusting to the man who sinfully looked at the woman who showed him a dashing smile as she walked past the both of you.

as time went on, you never minded shoto’s more current absences in dates, dinners, movie nights, and the absence in his space of the bed. he’s a pro-hero, you’d understand of-course, after all he’s out there saving the lives of others and keeping the country out of danger. so when your friends asked where he was every time joined dates were appointed, you’d always respond with a chuckle and smile, saying how your love was out in the town saving lives.

but your friends oddly looked at you. for christ sake, they themselves are pro-heroes and they told you he was no where to be seen at work. not a single mark of him was out there. you stopped at your tracks that night, confusion washing over you as you feel your blood run cold. however, instead of thinking of the worst case possible you excused his behaviour.

how you wish you had not excused his behaviour.

ignorance was bliss— to you. when someone told you that they had seen pro-hero shoto with fellow pro-hero creati out for dinner, you excused it as something last minute that’s why shoto had not told you.

your friends looked sorry for you, pained almost as you smiled and told them excuse after excuse for the man who was never present in your so called romantic relationship. all they told you was to speak to shoto and talk to him about things, because this wasn’t something normal.

maybe you should have listened to them, listened to your friends, because if then maybe, you wouldn’t be here fighting for something that no longer exists.

“why would you ask me where i’ve been these past few months? of course i’d be out. i’m a fucking pro-hero.” shoto says as he rubs his temples out of frustration. he had just gotten home for work, and here you are in the living of the living room, arguing with him.

“stop fucking lying todoroki,” the lack of the pet name catches his attention, the sound of his last name leaving past your lips making him shiver. he hasn’t heard that from you in a while. “stop fucking walking in and out of my heart like a fucking hotel because you damn well know you got up and went to her house.” you bitterly say.

shoto’s eyes squint. his brows furrow, meeting as his lips purse. he doesn’t know where you’ve heard that from, not when no one besides him and momo knew about their secret meetings at her house.

“do you even have proof of all this bullshit?” he says it almost as if he has something to prove, something to debunk your facts when he certainly has nothing but his way of sweet talk and gas lighting.

“here,” you aggressively shove your phone to his chest, pressing it against him with all your hate induced with it. “someone saw you with her last night, took a photo and sent it to me. and you still have the fucking audacity to lie to me after sucking face with her at the fucking street. some fucking pro-hero you are then.”

shoto freezes. the image is clear, screaming, screeching, spitefully looking back at him as he stares at the clear image of him kissing momo with his eyes closed, hands wrapped around her waist.

“what the fuck do you have to say for yourself,” you whisper, the tears starting to fall down your cheeks. you don’t look at him, refuse to look into the eyes of a liar, afraid that you will fall for his tricks once more. “do you know how i cried each night, because i missed you so much, missed how you love me, missed how you would tell me there was nobody else besides me.”

“(y/n—”

“no todoroki,” the love, or lack thereof, in your voice breaks his heart. isn’t he supposed to be happy? happy that he finally got what he had wished for? happy that you’re finally breaking off things? so why is he suddenly feeling like his whole world is breaking before his own eyes. “you swore to the stars, the moon, hell to me, swore that you wouldn’t hurt me. but here we fucking are.”

shoto swallows his words, watching as you take back your phone from his weak grasp, eyes following you as you hastily wipe the sultry tears that trickle down the apples of your cheeks. you wrap your hands around your self, feeling the cold air blow against your skin, it almost reminds you of how cold your life had gone when he decided to stop caring.

“remember how you gave me your word, todoroki? told me to not worry about her?” god, remembering all his promises make your brain cease, feel that bitter taste when the words leave your tongue. you hate how you memorized all of his promises with your heart. “remember that fucking letter you wrote about how you i was the only—”

“people change.” he firmly says, biting his lip as he eyes you with his unpaired hues. “promises aren’t always meant to be kep—”

“you make promises with the intention to keep them. not with the intention to break them.” you fight back, standing your ground as you eye him with hatred.

“why can’t you just get over it? get over the fact that you both know i was slowly falling out of love?”

“get over the fact that i knew that you were falling apart? god! easy for you to fucking say when i didn’t even know you were forgetting about everything you have at home!” you scream, pointing fingers at him.

“i love her, okay! i can’t just—”

“you might love her now but you loved me first todoroki! i was there, i stood there, helped you, watched you, guided you, embraced you even though you had so many fucking flaws! god, she wasn’t even there every time you beat yourself up over the dumbest shit! she may have you at your best, but i’ve been there ever since you were at your worst!”

the weight of your words fall upon his shoulders. he didn’t rationalize that this would be the impact of the mere argument, and if he thinks further he wonders how it would feel like when you’re finally over with him. it shouldn’t be that bad, he had momo right? wrong. it’s all breaking him, breaking him bit by bit to watch you cry and scream, as you fight for the love you both had.

“is it because she’s pretty? unlike me? is it because she’s a pro like you? is it because she has the confidence i never had? is it because she has a perfect body? is it because she’s good at bed? tell me, be honest todoroki. what does she have the i never had?”

you two aren’t comparable in shoto’s eyes. in his eyes, you two are different, two different people with different personalities. you two aren’t any of the likes, maybe that’s why he looked for someone else, because he was looking for something that isn’t in you.

“there’s nothing i can answer to that. you two are different, i can’t just go pick it out.” he sighs, rubbing his fingers on his temple. “just— can we figure—”

“no. we’re not figuring shit out.” you scoff over the tears, swallowing as you wallow in your last moment with the man who stands before you. “because i’m fucking going.”

“what?” he whispers, feeling anxiety wave over him as your eyes search the room for what seems to be the last time. “wait— no, no, nonono, you’re not going.” he tries reaching out for you, but to his dismay you draw back your hand like he’s some lethal animal.

“no, because you’re fucking sick,” you mumble, grabbing your wallet and jacket as you make a beeline to the doorway. he follows you, quickly behind you with his heart in his throat, hand desperately reaching out for you.

“no! please! stay! i— i can’t— no!” he practically screams, in the middle of the break down as he watches you quickly put on your shoes with tears still down your cheeks.

“i’m not staying,” you pause to look at him, pure vile in your glare. “isn’t she perfect todoroki? isn’t that while you left me?”

“no! i—”

“i hope you both go to hell.”

with that you reach out for the door with your body feeling like its soul had left, with nothing but the intent and desire to leave the toxicity of this home. but it feels like something is still tying you down to the home. maybe it’s because of the memories you’ve made in this home, memories that you still cherish in your now broken heart.

“don’t leave me!” shoto yells, falling to his knees as his tears finally drop. all the pent up emotion exploding as he watches you take a step on the outside concrete with your back turned on him. “please! i’ll give you anything, just stay!”

you swallow, not allowing yourself to fall further for his words, afraid that if you do, you’d stay and never fall out of this vicious cycle.

“y’know when you said people change todoroki? i didn’t know you’d change for the worse. i never knew you’d turn out to be so fucking reckless with my heart.”

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[sugolara]

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚

feat. shoto todoroki x fem! reader

cw: angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ having feelings for each other, shoto needs y/n to confess to him first, afraid she'll end up rejecting him.

❝i know you want me come out and haunt me.❞

+ apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

staring afar, as he watches his crush laugh at her friend, shoto feels a pit of jealousy bubbling in him. it should be him making y/n laugh like that. it should be him who makes y/n run out of breath.

but he can't help but look away in defeat as he sees her ruffling hitoshi's hair. and the jealousy only getting stronger when hitoshi smiles at her with a grin.

shoto knows that y/n likes him, it was quite obvious and as dense as he might be, he knows the signals when someone likes another. lot's of girls throw themselves at him and as much as he hates it when they do that, he for once wants you to throw yourself at him.

write him letters, give him chocolates, annoy him like the other girls do, confess to him at the school rooftop or underneath a cherry blossom tree as if he's in a romantic cliché manga. anything!

"you should ask her out while we still have time. graduation is right around the corner." shoto heard izuku say as shoto glared at his soba. shoto had only replied with a hum.

wondering if izuku should continue, he glanced at y/n then at shoto, breaking the news, "you know, i heard that y/n applied to this agency in another country.''

shoto's eyes had widen as he stared at his friend, "what?"

"you didn't know?" izuku confusedly said. shoto had shook his head, telling izuku to continue. "she's told everyone, the agency had reached out to her, said that her quirk would be useful, or something, i'm not sure. but, she never said that she had accepted. she only mentioned that she would think about it."

"how come i didn't know about this?" shoto asked in a soft voice.

izuku only shrugged as he and shoto stared at y/n, "maybe she didn't want to upset you."

izuku was right about that, you didn't want to upset or hurt shoto in any way.

which was why you had distanced yourself away from shoto. feeling that if you did, maybe your feelings would go away for him and hoping this his feelings would go away as well.

"you should just go talk to him already." hitoshi said as he stared at his best friend, seeing her torture herself ached hitoshi's heart.

"i don't know what your talking about." y/n said as she stared at her lunch tray. hitoshi sighed and rolled his eyes, "do you really want to leave u.a. knowing he likes you, knowing you have an actual shot at being in a relationship?

"the y/n i know, wouldn't chicken out. she'd man up." hitoshi watched as y/n sulked, her lips opening, "i'm just scared that he'll reject me because he's afraid of being with someone. or because of his past. i don't want to look like a fool."

"saying nothing makes you look like a fool."

"just drop it, okay. it's not like i get in any of your relationships."

"i just want what's the best for you." hitoshi said as he heard y/n mutter, "i know."

they both looked up as they see izuku's friend group, including shoto, walk out of the cafeteria. the last thing y/n saw was shoto's heterchromia eyes looking at her, with a small smile. one which she did not return.

the next few weeks flashed by and before everyone knew it, graduation had came. they all walked down the isle and greeting everyone a last goodbye as some went down their own paths.

some waited as their rides came by to pick them up. the last two remaining were y/n and shoto. they made small talk, with red dust spreading across their cheeks and a smile.

but shoto's smile dropped when he heard her say that she'll be leaving tonight and had accepted the agency that had reached out to her. she'll be going away for a very long time, across the other world.

as y/n's ride finally pulled up, she bid shoto a goodbye and to have a very successful life. as she walked to hitoshi's car, who was dropping her off at the airport, a part of her hoped shoto would chase after her.

shoto thought to himself, it was now or never, "y/n, wait!"

she turned around as shoto ran towards her, her cheeks dusting with red.

shoto stared at y/n as his heart pounded in his chest, he can do it, he's got this, just a couple words. but as he continued to stare at y/n, his mind had wondered off; there was no way he would make this work.

so with a defeated look, he smiled sadly, and shook her hands, "i hope you have a very good life. y/n."

y/n returned the sad smile, "thank you."

he then had let her go and watched as she got into the car, his heart ache as he heard hitoshi mutter if she was okay and gave shoto a sincere look, then idly stood by as he watched them drive off.

watching as they got further and further away from his view, his ride had pulled up. izuku noticed the look on his face, he decided not to say anything as he drove off, but in the opposite direction.

and after years of doing hero work, shoto successfully went up the rankings, becoming the number one hero in japan. and as for y/n, she had made a name for herself, becoming the number one hero in her country.

they had lost contact and decided it'd be best to leave it that way. only remembering each other as classmates, forgetting that they had feeling for each other, and eventually forgetting they had even existed.

[dekuspet]

are you planning on making a part two for "save me" where shoto finds out about what really happened??

Yeppppp! Wait for part two and you'll see how Shoto will know. *evil laugh* ლ(｀∀´ლ)

[topknot-hayakawa]

“Everything in that moment made my heart ache. The thought of losing her, the thought of ‘was I best for her?’ I wanted to take everything and destroy it, wanted to rip the lump from my throat and toss it into the garbage disposal. Eyes burning with my tears, I broke. . .”

This Damn Song : January 25th

Shoto x Fem!Reader angst.

[shisnhou]

oh i’m sorry! I was the one who said I was shipping bakugou x reader in your latest todoroki fic

jealousy, jealousy

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, shoto todoroki x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

wc: 2.3k

cw: —

an: no worries! i got it now, and sorry if this took longer than intended i was quite busy ;)

part one

‘it’s unpleasant.’ shoto todoroki says to himself.

his eyes follow where you move, his fingers itching to pull the man away from you. bakugo snorting as he spins you around in the kitchen, which you two thought was empty, apart from you two. it supposedly was, before the bi-coloured man had walked down from his room to grab a bottle of water.

“katsuki!” his eyebrow raises when you laugh out the name of the man. katsuki? how are you two in first name basis? have you been friends for that long? were you two well aquatinted when you and him were still close?

“okay, princess, what now?” the usual gruff voice you’d hear from bakugo, gone; replaced with a much softer tone, one that you’d usually hear if he would be talking to his mother on the phone. and the call name, princess? since when did you two even become that close?

todoroki wants answers. so with the best way he can, he pulls out his phone and pretends to be occupied with the device, clearing his throat and making random noises when he steps into the room. you and bakugo freeze, jolting up at the sound. it doesn’t last long before you make a move and turn around to see the half-and-half boy, eyes glued on to his device as he walks to the kitchen. you heave a relieved sigh, thanking the gods that it’s just todoroki and not anyone else, or you would have been dead caught being all funny and stupid with bakugo.

“oh, todoroki.” you sigh, leaning back into the touch of the ash blond who protectively secures his arms around you. todoroki watches you two with slitted eyes, he never recalled you two being this close, not even in class, you two barely spoke without having it turn into a scream fest. “i thought it was someone else.”

“someone else? what do you mean by that?”

“if you were stupid kirishima, or pinky pie, maybe tape face, or kaminari, then it would have been bad.” bakugo answers, eyes glaring at the two toned eyes of the man.

“why would it be bad? aren’t we all friends in here?” you sigh, looking at todoroki and smiling at him. it’s been a long while since todoroki had seen you smile like that, which causes his heart to swell. but the smile is short lived when you hear the oven ding. you bend down and look at the dish that had been baking.

“we made a bet that,” you answer him, silently tapping bakugo to pass you the mitt to which he does, even putting them on for you before you open the oven. with a low grunt, you pull out the hot plate and place it over the counter. “whoever gets caught dating—”

“dating?” his voice cracks when he’s caught of guard with your words. he isn’t sure if he heard you right, so he lets your words run through his head like a broken record. “what do you mean dating?”

bakugo rolls his eyes at the man, pulling out the mitt and showing him your ring finger and his neck. a silver band wrapped around your finger while a ring hanging from a necklace chain, hangs from his toned neck. “we are dating, if that wasn’t obvious for your dumb ass.”

all of a sudden, todoroki goes short circuit. he’s both in shock and betrayal. how can you not tell him these things? aren’t you two friends? he feels agitated. his brows furrow, and the look of disapproval doesn’t go missed in your eyes. you can’t tell if he’s simply denying your relationship with bakugo or if he’s just in betrayal because you hadn’t told him, well more like, you never planned on telling him.

“how did i not know of this?” he asks you, the tone in his voice; thick, as he speaks. you’re in shock with his attitude, how could he act like this when quite frankly, he is the one who ghosted you after he started dating momo.

“because you never asked…?” you answer him, but he’s left unsatisfied with your answer. he wants an explanation, no— scratch that, he needs an in depth elaboration.

“but we’re best friends—” you and bakugo scoff at that, causing him to be taken aback. he feels small at your intense gaze, despite him having the bigger build.

“we were; best friends.” you correct him, shrugging your shoulders. he feels torn seeing you act like this, he’s never seen you look like that before and it causes him to quake. “you literally went m.i.a on me when you started dating yaomomo. i tried to text you, but for whatever reason you always left me on seen.” he doesn’t know how to react. he left you on seen? is that why you never talked to him? but he was busy with interning at his dads’ agency, and with momo too, he thought some part of you might have understood that.

“but i was busy—”

“no point on telling me whatever that is todoroki, it’s been three months and i’m over it, seriously.”

“three months?” he never realized it’s been that long. what? how could he not notice, surely it hasn’t been that long, how could he let you go just like that.

“whatever. it’s fine i’m over it.”

with that note, you grab the pyrex you were cooking in and leave the room, walking back up to bakugo’s dorm. bakugo follows in suit, but not without bumping into his shoulder.

how could he have let you off the hook just like that?

‘it’s disruptive.’ todoroki thought, for the second time.

shoto clicks his tongue for what seems to be the twentieth time for the past thirty minutes; causing his girlfriend looks at him in concern. usually todoroki would be quiet and compliant, but today seems rather different. his tongue keeps clicking, foot irritatedly tapping against the ground, eyes darting to the wall on the left side of the room, much rather, to where you and bakugo are sitting at.

the whole room is quiet, even with his constant shifting, but to him it sounds like something keeps moving. anyone who looked at where you sitting at in this room would think nothing of it, but if they really looked closely at your footing— like he is— they would see; you and bakugo passing notes. not typically how you would though, instead by passing your shoe back in forth quietly. it’s pissing him off and he so badly wants to tell you two to stop it, but he can’t. how could he? after ghosting you, would he really just do that to you? no, he isn’t that kind of person.

so he bears with it. watching you bite down a smile makes him pissed. it irritates him, watching you act like that. how come he has never seen you act like that before? or seen you smile like that before? how can bakugo pick that out of you? how can bakugo do that? what does bakugo do to make you act like that? what does bakugo have that he doesn’t?

he sounds pitiful in his own head, so he stops his own thoughts, continuing to read his book. yet his mind can’t seem to brush you off in his thoughts. how can you smile like that? why does seeing you that happy make him go fuzzy? why does seeing you like that make his heart palpitate? what does seeing you bite down a smile like that make butterflies erupt his stomach. yet the reason behind your smile pisses him off, extremely. seeing that bakugo is the reason to that smile makes him mad. why can’t he be the reason to your smiles and happiness?

why is that all of a sudden he wants to rip you and bakugo off?

‘this is preposterous.’ todoroki shoto thought for the last time.

his mind is in a disarray when he sees you and bakugo lock hands underneath the table in the cafeteria. he doesn’t know what has gone into him, when suddenly he excuses himself, taps your shoulder and brings you away, with or without your word. he doesn’t know why, but he’s fuming. still pulling you around until you two reach the corner of the empty hallway where he for sure knows nobody would dare to occupy.

he opens his mouth to speak, but you get ahead of him. pulling your hand off of his grasp and glare at his two coloured eyes. “what the fuck is your problem?” you speak, holding your wrist where there’s a bit of redness and pain.

“what’s my problem?” he repeats, scoffing at you. your face churns, and it’s not a pretty one. confusion and an all over look that says ‘what the actual fuck’ portrayed on your face. “i should be the one asking you that! how are you and bakugo always so handsy underneath the table!” he practically yells, hands all over the place.

“why is it any of your concern?! we’re dating, of course we’d be like that! unlike you and your pretty girlfriend out there, me and katsuki have no problem with risking things because that’s how we are.” you answer him, putting your hand back to your side and sighing. “there, happy? now move along i have places to be.”

you haven’t even walked a foot away, and he’s grabbing your by your shoulder and pinning you to the same wall you stood at a second ago. your back comes into contact with the concrete making you groan a bit.

“you’re not going anywhere. we’re not done here.” he says, making sure you’re caged in his arms. his eyes glaring into yours, but you don’t cower down at his icy glare, instead you do the same; returning the same amount of intensity he’s giving off with his glare.

“what the hell do you want todoroki.”

“what do i want?” he smirks, clicking his tongue as he looks you up and down. there’s a shiver that goes down your spine when he does that, not sure what he’s trying to do with his words. “i want to know how you and that jerk bakugo got together, without me knowing.”

you roll your eyes at him, shoving off his chest and huffing. “maybe if you weren’t so occupied with your girlfriend, you would’ve noticed. but unfortunately for you, you were that in love with her to even notice how me and that jerk katsuki, get closer.” his childish behaviour, howbeit, doesn’t wear away.

“you could maybe just have come near me and talked to me about it rather than being standoffish.”

“you’re calling me, standoffish?” appalled, you scoff and place your finger on his sturdy chest. “you went m.i.a on me because you were too busy for your bestfriend who had to stand by you. you, went rogue on me because you were, once again, too busy of your bestfriend, and you were the one who turned a blind eye on me because you were too in love, and quote-unquote busy for your bestfriend who had always stood by you.” every word pierces him like an arrow straight to his heart. he doesn’t know why, but seeing you so angry and pissed off at him makes him afraid and sad. he fears that this might actually be the last straw to your relationship and that there’s no way of fixing it; which he clearly is terrified of.

“i’m done todoroki. seriously. you’ve always been so fucking selfish, and now you’re jealous because i’m with bakugo then now you can’t have me by your side.” lowering your finger, you put it back to your side and stare at him up and down. it breaks your heart how he, the person you used to trust, suddenly blame you for everything you desperately tried to fix. things that you wanted to recover and he ignored them. it’s annoying and saddening. you maybe wanted to mend your relationship and bring it back, but seeing him like this makes you doubt, makes you feel like it wouldn’t be worth it.

“(y/n) wai—”

“god, here you are.”

bakugo appears at the scene, quickly nearing you and placing his arms on your shoulders. you land your head against the crook of his neck and crumble lightly at him. bakugo’s eyes visibly soften, his arms wrapping around you, comfort and passion all over his face. as todoroki watches you two in front of him, and his heart suddenly cracks. watching bakugo hold you like that makes him angry and sad at the same time. he wants to hold you like that too, he wants to comfort you like that as well. unknowingly, without his conscious mind knowing, his arm reaches out on its own to touch you. however, before he can even as so much lay a single finger on you, bakugo is pulling you away with a tight glare.

“don’t touch them.”

with that, bakugo had left with you in his arms, cradling you with so much comfort. something in shoto todoroki’s heart once again, cracks. the sight of you in tears and being away from him breaks him. his arms all of a sudden long to touch you and wipe the cascading tears off of your pretty face, wanting to whisper sweet nothings in to your ears.

“shoto!” momo appears, running towards him and wrapping her arms around her. todoroki stiffens, eyes wide before he allows himself to loosen up and wrap his arms back around the onyx haired girl. usually the action would give him butterflies, make him want to pepper her face with kisses and never let her go, but right now, he can’t feel anything. all of a sudden, there’s nothing he feels about his girlfriend, the same fire in him gone as she kisses his cheek in adoration.

all of a sudden, he just pictures and wishes you would be the person to be giving him all this love and attention.

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[shisnhou]

ooh what if fake dating trope with todoroki and bakugo? ( i’ve been obsessed with that trope recently )

pairings: shoto todoroki x fem!reader, bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

content warning: being used

note: thank you for the request pretty anon!

TODOROKI SHOTO

— he initiated the idea

— momo broke up with him and now he’s bitter as fuck

— he wants to get back at her, wanting to prove her wrong for breaking up with him

— so what better way than to purposely date someone else for that sole petty reason

— he wants to fake date you because he knows you and momo are close friends

— you didn’t want to agree, because you could not hurt momo like that

— but you have feelings for shoto, way before he and momo even dated

— so now you’re stuck with this petty heart broken man, and you want to get rid of your feelings so bad, but he’s making that so difficult

from the corner of your eyes, you can see todoroki glance at momo. his brows at ease, figure straight, and his face neutral; you can clearly tell how relaxed he is every time he sees the raven haired girl around.

you find it cute that even though their apart, he still cares about her. yet you can help but feel jealous about the fact that he still loves her deeply, and you’re also upset with the fact that he’s using you for the sole reason of making her jealous.

it would be a painfully obvious lie if you say that you have no feelings for the bi-coloured man, because unfortunately for you, you had been head over heels for him ever since you had started ua from your first year, up until your third year.

“hey.” a familiar husky voice calls. you turn your head to the man who called you, already knowing who it is just by hearing his voice.

“what?” it comes out rather harsh, unintentionally of course. your brows raise at the tone of your voice, surprised that it came out like that. “sorry, i didn’t mean it like that.” you apologize, pressing a finger to your neck, where your vocal chords would be located.

bakugo sighs, skillfully reaching out his foot and pressing it to the cushion of the couch, stepping on the cushion and hovering over the couch effectively taking the seat beside you. “you’re still together?”

“unfortunately.” you try to laugh it off, but it comes out as a bitter chuckle. bakugo, once more, sighs. he has had enough with you and your relationship with the shitty half-and-half. bakugo knows that todoroki can use someone else as his pawn, but why would he choose you? out of all the people he could use, does it really have to be you?

“you two should break up.” you snort, then laugh, laugh hard and loud. bakugo watches you with furrowed brows, crimson eyes staring as you throw your head back. “what?” he breaths out, trying to sound offended but he fails at it. its been a long while since he has heard you laugh for real, laugh like how you always did like before.

“you’re funny kacchan.” you snort at him, a smile playing on your lips. his lips curve up to a smile, seeing you with a stupid look on your face spreads butterflies to his stomach, giving his mind a dopey, hazy feel.

but amidst your laughs and happiness, one other man isn’t quite pleased.

shoto todoroki watches you and bakugo laugh, watching as you throw your head back. he didn’t you could laugh that loud, or look at that happy. all he’s seen from you are tight-lipped smiles, a visibly forced laugh, and a sweet smile that also assumes is as fake as your relationship. he’s supposedly your boyfriend, but why didn’t he know you can do all of that? moreover, how did he not know that bakugo has that ability to make you smile and laugh?

his pupils dilating when he sees bakugo stand from his chair, putting out his hand out for you to take. his heart races, something sparking in his head when he sees you not take the hand, but instead stand from your chair and slap the mans’ shoulder, seemingly pushing him out. something in him stirs when he sees you and the ash blond play around, making your way outside, a feeling of jealousy and annoyance starting to pool and worsen in his head.

“todoroki?” he gets snapped out of his subspace when he feels a hand on his forearm. his other hand instinctively raising to remove the hand off of him, but stops when he sees those familiar onyx eyes.

“oh- yaoyorozu.” his tone goes cold. he drops his hand back to the side, watching her as he waits for her to remove her grip off of him. he knows they’ve broken up, but he help but feel bitter with it. she had done it out of the blue, she reasoned out that she couldn’t be with him anymore because her feelings are slowly fading, but anyone who can see the way she still looks at him would ultimately think otherwise. so with that known fact, he of course had to show her something in order to get her back, however, something is wrong with him at the moment.

“i was going to ask you something.” there it goes. he knows what this conversation is going to go like, it’s finally the thing that he has been waiting for all this time, the sole reason as to why he had started this whole thing in the first place.

“what is it?” he watches as she timidly clears her throat, fingers fiddling when they meet. he found her mannerism cute, back then. it would always make him smile and give him butterflies when she would act like this, but now he can’t seem to feel any of that. there are no butterflies in his stomach, his heart isn’t palpitating, his mind isn’t going hazy like before, yet instead, he’s feeling rather irritated. what’s taking her so long to talk? what’s making her hesitate?

“i— i know you’re still in a relationship with (y/n),” she starts, finally gathering all her confidence to speak. “but i heard from bakugo, the other day, that it’s all fake.”

“what?” todoroki’s brows furrow. he didn’t know that bakugo knows that this is all fake, he didn’t know that you had told bakugo, most of all, he never knew that you and bakugo had that kind of relationship. why did the ash blond know? who is he to know of yours’ and his fake relationship? agitation and confusion, mixed with hurt brews in his mind. there’s a hint of betrayal that shows in his eyes, a sign that he feels betrayed that you didn’t let him know about anything you said to the other man.

“yes.” she sighs with closed eyes. he watches as she straightens up her chair, her hands now rubbing against the material of her skirt that stays above her lap. “and i want you to know that i do still love you.”

there, his heart finally skips a beat. there’s a smile that creeps up his face. his smile, howbeit, isn’t the same as before. it doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s more than enough for the girl. finally she stands from he seat, wrapping her arms around the man, to which he returns.

and right then and there, there’s a small spark in him, finally letting him free and being with the person who he had been thinking of since the start of this whole ordeal. relief flows in him, finally allowing him to breathe in an open space.

but unbeknownst to todoroki shoto, you’ve been watching all along.

“they’re back together.” you sadly whisper, feeling tears gather in your eyes. bakugo, who stands in front of you sighs, grabbing you by your forearm and burying your face into his chest.

“good.” he answers, looking away as he cards his fingers through your hair, an action that gives you comfort and one that gives him butterflies. “that way, you finally will stop sacrificing your own damn feelings.”

— after that whole thing, you didn’t interact with todoroki, at all

— at first, he wasn’t bothered. he thought; so what, the relationship is done anyway, he doesn’t need your anymore, he has momo back in his arms

— however that mentality soon wore thin

— whenever you would pass by him and not even look his way, he’s furious. how can you do that? isn’t he supposed to be the one who’s supposed to act like that? act as if nothing happened between you two?

— he should be happy that he and momo are finally back in one piece, yet the way bakugo smiles or acts around you does not fail to agitate him

— even if someone looked at you with heart eyes he would instantly feel this bubbling in him, something stirring in him, saying how he should tear you and that person apart

— the more that happened the more he got pissed

— and the final nail in the coffin was when bakugo finally got the guts to give you a kiss in a room where you two thought you would be alone.

thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, dragging you to the nearest hallway. you’re tripping in your tracks, feet crossing against each other as you move in such an urgent speed. you heave a relieved sigh when he finally stops dragging you around, but suddenly he’s pushing you against the concrete wall causing you to grunt in pain.

“what the hell was that?” you look up at him. you see his bi-coloured hair and you immediately know this person. you brows furrow in agitation, pure fury written all over your features.

“what do you mean ‘what the hell was that’?” confusion and irritation is thick through your voice, yet it doesn’t faze him. instead he has the audacity the scoff and click his tongue at you.

“you and bakugo? really? kissing in the classroom?”

“okay and? we’re not even together anymore. why do you care?” you say to him, sass evident in your voice.

“because—”

“because what? momo broke up with you again? is this why you’re trying to pick on me again? use me as your guinea pig?” you roll your eyes at him. but during the time you do, you fail to notice the hurt look in his face.

“no—”

“then what is it about todoroki?!” this time you lose it. you’ve had enough of him, had enough of his bullshit, had enough of being used. “is it because you don’t want to see me happy?! is it because you want to use me again for your own sake?! isn’t that way you chose me? isn’t that why you used me because everyone in that room, everyone who knows me, hell even you; know that i had a damn crush on you?!”

“what?”

“don’t act fucking dumb todoroki! you know i had a crush on you! hell it was so fucking obvious, so don’t you dare lie in front of me and say you didn’t!”

but the thing is, he never knew. he didn’t know. god, he wishes he can tell you, but you’re already picking your bag off of the floor, fixing the items that fell while he stands, grounded in that spot. he’s merely watching you, frozen in his tracks as you hastily pick up your items, before standing and glaring at him.

“i hope you had fun playing with me, shoto todoroki because i’m fucking done and don’t want to see your stupid fucking face ever again.”

but before you can even walk a foot away from him, he grips your wrist once again. you’re ready to brush him off and yell at him, but you’re unable to. his grip on your arm tugs you with force, pulling you to him. you let out a gasp, tripping on your feet.

“god, i’m sorry.”

“wha—”

you can’t even let out another word. his lips suddenly are pressed against yours. your eyes wide as saucers as his large hands hold both of your cheeks, pressing you against him while his eyes are closed. you stand there, frozen, not knowing what to do. the bag you picked up earlier, forgotten, dropped down the ground.

it’s stays like that for another two seconds before he’s letting go of you and pulling you to his chest.

“please, listen to me, because i’m not here to fuck around and play you again, i want you to listen and i want you to know that i fucking love you.”

BAKUGO KATSUKI

— the hero popularity ranks aren’t doing him any justice, at all.

— ever since fucking deku got a modeling career for underwear and icy-hot had his movie premiered he’s been ranked back to third

— don’t get him wrong, he’s secretly happy for his friends, but he’s been plummeting down the ranks all because of that

— his publicists have tried to get him roles in movies but every time he would get one, he would decline. get a modeling role, he declines it; because he’s not made for that. he’s a hero for christ sake, not some model or some sort of artist

— so when he told his team that, they finally made a great idea

— fake date someone who’s also a hero! they said

“what?” you ask the ash blond who has been looking at you ever since you had entered the room. he quickly looks away, hands tightening its grip around the arm rests and clearing his throat. you snort at the man, facing your manager once again.

“it’s simple. just try to make an act in front of the people, go out on some dates, go on patrols together. win-win situation for you two!” his manager explains, their hands pointing at the clip board. your face falls, deadpanned as you look at them.

you know you’re also down the hero ranks, sixth, just a bit behind bakugo. but that isn’t enough for your publicists, because they said you’d need more public stunts to go higher, which to be honest is too much in your opinion. you’re not a model or some shit, you’re a hero, so why would you need to go higher when you’re perfectly content as to where you are with the popularity ranks?

“okay, lets say, if i agree to this what would this bring to me?” you try to negotiate, talk them out of it, but bakugo’s manager is ahead of you, showing a sheet of paper in front of your eyes.

“glad you asked! so, what happens is that, you and dynamight will go higher in terms of popularity, out rank shoto and deku!”

you sigh, leaning into your chair. you rub your temple, thinking of your life decisions and how it led you to this exact situation. you’ve never really given a shit about where you are in the ranks, just as long as you can get your work done and save the people, you’re fine. but your manager in the other hand, wants more for you. don’t get it wrong, you adore them and the way they care for you, but it seems like too much. but then again, they have always worked so hard for you, so you have to give back to them and do something for them.

“this public stunt is really a pain in the ass.” you comment, opening your eyes and looking at both managers. “if good ol’ dynamight is okay with it, then who am i to deny?”

— then just like that you two are in work almost instantly

— you two went on a date, and then you’re caught by the paparazzi just in a whim

— you two make the headlines, the news, fan pages, shippers, and what not

— from sixth you went to first and second, topping pro-heroes shoto and deku, who congratulated you two for getting together, saying ‘they never expected that to happen’

— it then progresses to you and him becoming friends, greeting each other even in spaces where no one can see, sending texts in the middle of the night, calling each other for no reason, and having each other go to your houses

— so then you two go out on more dates, without your managers even asking, you two just going out in your own terms

“katsuki, oh god, you’re so dumb!” you laugh at him, rolling on your carpet as he rubs the eye liner off of his eyes. you wheeze, slapping your thigh as he desperately rubs off the smudge proof, and waterproof eye liner with his water and his finger. “it clearly says smudge proof and water proof, didn’t you see it?”

“well if i had seen it then maybe i wouldn’t have put it on!” he growls, reaching for your makeup bag and looking for your make up wipes. “where the hell are your make up wipes??”

once again, you laugh at him. “don’t you know how to put on eye liner or something. i’m sure you know hot make a perfect wing.” you comment, not helping him as you reach out for your phone to take a photo of the man.

“i do!” he barks, now flipping the make up bag only to find no make up wipes or anything. you snort at the mess he made, placing the phone at the foot of the table, making sure to record his rampage. “come on! help me, my eye stings!”

“well, if you hadn’t rubbed it with your eye and some water, then maybe your eye wouldn’t be stinging, dipshit.” you retort, standing from your position and walking to your room to grab your micellar cleanser and some make up wipes.

“shitty woman.” he says, though really not meaning any of his words. he reaches out for his own phone and looks at his reflection in the mirror, seeing how rubbed out his eye is. “also do you have the thing that doesn’t make eyes red?”

“you mean, eye drops?” you ask, stepping back into the room once more. he nods, pointing at his rubbed out eye. “looks nasty.” you wince, bending in front of him and taking out a make up wipe.

“hey, what are you doing?” he stiffly asks, watching as you kneel down in-front of him. you look at him, quirking one brow as you stare at his eye.

“i’m removing the eye liner from you.” you answer him, making yourself comfortable as you wipe around his eye. he blushes, looking away as far as he can to not make eye contact with you.

“i can do it on my own.” he mumbles, though not making a move to do it on his own. you chuckle at the man, settling down as you sit on his thighs, picking up the micellar water and putting it on a cotton to then swap it with the make-up wipe.

“i actually have a question for you.” you start, leaning back a bit to look at his face. you put down the cotton and grab the eye liner that stays beside him. “d’ya have any thoughts for a girlfriend?”

“what do you mean? i have you, don’t i?”

“i mean— real girlfriend.”

it’s like the wind inside him has been blown away. once again, he is reminded that you two are in a platonic relationship, that is pretending to be a romantic relationship. his heart sinks, and he ultimately frowns without noticing it.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him, putting a finger on his chin and tipping it to face you. he doesn’t make eye contact, but it doesn’t take you long to realize that he’s upset over something.

“nothing.” he tries to cover it up, but you can tell that there is something wrong with the way he looks. cocking a brow, you force him to look at you dead in the eye.

“katsuki—”

“i don’t want a girlfriend.” he says. you raise a brow, then it turns into a face of confusion before you’re hit with a face of realization.

“you want a boyfriend?! congratulations! i’m so happy—”

“god, you don’t just get it don’t you?” he cuts you off, now grabbing your wrist and detaching the hand that holds his face. you’re taken aback when he inches close and stared into your eyes. crimson eyes staring at you with intent and fevour.

“i want you.”

without hesitation, you press your lips against his. it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate the action, hands moving to the back of your head closing his eyes. he doesn’t take it further however, so you step back a bit and watch his crimson eyes dilate as it watches you move, snaking your fingers around his neck.

“took you long enough, pretty boy.”

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[shisnhou]

happier

pairing: todoroki shoto x reader

genre: angst

wc: none

wc: 1.1k

an: —

part two

you watch as he glides through the dance floor, smile glimmering against the light that illuminates the room. you see how happy he looks, eyes turned into slits as he spins around the the room, looking as if nothing else in this world matters. his carefree look, looking with such emotion that you’ve never seen before, eyes stricken with nothing but love and happiness, staring down with such softness and delicacy.

you wish it was you who he is looking he at.

oh, how you wish it would be you, you wish you’re the person who he has his delicate fingers wrapped around, you wish you would be the person who he’s sending smiles at, you wish it would be you who he’s looking at as if you’re the only person in the world.

but todoroki was never brave enough to put a label between you two. you two understood, you thought he would be able to figure out things sooner, but you can just laugh at how you were badly mistaken.

you watch as he pulls her closer, his hands enclosing around her waist as he giggles. you watch her wrap her arms around his neck, bashfully looking away as he whispers something into her ear, something sweeter than sugar you assume. watching as she bites on her lip, looking at him with her beautiful smile, the beautiful smile you’ve always envied.

you watch them with a painful smile, your lips curved upwards as tears brim in your eyes. you watch them inch their faces closer, watching as their noses touch, watch as they look at each others lips, watch painfully as their eyes meet like its meant to be.

“watch your tears.” someone whispers beside you. you look at the person who speaks to  you, placing your finger against your cheek and feel that lone tear that runs down your check. “you shouldn’t be crying.” he says, handing you a handkerchief.

you take the fabric from him, wiping down your cheek and the lower lashes of your eyes, hiding the fact that you’ve been crying. “thank you.” you mutter, folding the handkerchief in half and handing it back to him.

”keep it.” he mumbles, taking the spot besides you. you nod wordlessly, trailing your eyes back at where he stands, his two coloured hair flowing as he and the onyx hair girl sways, basking in each others presence.

the blond beside you follows where your eyes lay at. his crimson irises locking at the two who act like they’re the only ones left in the world, loving gazes being shared, evident blushes on their faces as they whisper sweet nothings to each other.

“you’re keeping your eyes on them?” bakugo asks, looking at you by the corners of his eyes. you look at him with a confused look before sparing todoroki and momo a glance, then nodding at him with a smile.

“i am.” you answer, rather happily for someone who had been caught crying just a few seconds ago. if it would be anyone else, they would have probably brushed your behaviour off, seeing it as an act of kindness, where the matchmaker is happy for the people they put together.

“why would you?” there’s an unknown concern behind his words, the delicate tone of his voice, one that contrasts to his usual brash behaviour. “aren’t you just hurting yourself?” he adds further.

“she’s beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives him butterflies.” you respond, looking down at your hands quietly, trying to hide the quivering of your eyes, making sure he doesn’t hear the way your feet tap impatiently against the ground. “i’d put nothing past that.”

“like sacrificing your own happiness? yeah right. keep lyin’ to yourself.” he sarcastically says, watching as todoroki looks around the room, discreetly searching for something, probably someone. “does forgetting about yourself make you happy?”

the question causes your heart to ache. it isn’t unlike you to save someone before you can save yourself, yet it has consequences, one larger than latger can fathom.

it’s pitiful, you know. anybody else who would know what you’re doing would call you a saviour, yet you don’t want to be called one. you just want to make others happy, even if it means putting their needs ahead of your own.

“i’m just another person who brings out the best in todoroki, it’s not a big deal.” you say as firmly as you can, but the crack in your voice betrays you. you can’t say anything without a cracked voice, you can’t sputter out anything else that doesn’t contain the smallest bit of deception in it.

“stop fucking yourself up,” he says finally turning his body to face you. “tell me what you want.”

you finally look up at the man, the tears that you’ve been sucking in, finally rolling down your cheeks freely. “he finally found someone he matches with, but i just hope he doesn’t see her better than me.” you whisper, placing your hand above your chest.

with every bit and piece of yourself you tell your mind to keep going, finally letting itself release the things it kept inside for ages. “i hate picking her apart, but fucking hell i hate everything about her bakugo. i hate the way he tells her she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, i hate the way he smiles at her, i hate the way that he lied to me.” the dam breaks, and right then and there you nearly fall to your knees, but before you can fully fall limp, bakugo catches you, placing his hands on your waist.

“i hope he thinks about me when he wraps his arms around her, think about the times i’ve taught him things before she can even say she loves him.” your hands form into fists, pressing against the blonds’ chest as your tears dampen his tie. “tells her that she loves him back but not the way he used to love me. tell her all that eternal love bullshit he’ll never mean.”

its almost like it’s cursed, the moment you turn your head to take a breather, is the moment you catch their eyes finally locked at each other, mismatched hues fixated on her black ones. you painfully sob as they finally inch closer towards each other, him closing his lids while she pulls him closer.

it all happens in a whim, his lips finally touches hers passionately as a warm hand cover your eyes. you sobs worse as you hear cheers around the room, noises of friends that you now have supported them from the start.

it’s selfish, you know, you know it’s selfish to think that you wish he would be happy, but not like how he was happy with you.

late night runs, random outings, the sweetest kisses, warm hugs, whispers of sweet nothings. you wish he does those with her, but not like how he did them with you. not as happy as he did them with you.

you wish he’s happy, but you pray he isn’t happier.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Late night Lust

AHHHHhh I suck at angst I hope this okay

Todoroki x reader 

Word count: 1,500(about) 

warnings: Smut, Angst (happy ending?), Daddy issues, Fuck Endeavor. 

summary: Todoroki had a fight with his father, again, he comes over to your house to get away from it all. so you decide to show him how important he really is to you 

You got in late, all most three in the morning. You were exhausted, you were about ready to fall ass first onto your bed and not get up for the next three days. But then your phone began to ring. You answered it without looking at the caller ID “I swear to God  Ember if I have to fill out a page of paperwork I'll burn the whole fucking building down you hear me? Four hours it took me to take that bastard down Ember I will fill out the reports latter okay?” there was a deep chuckle on the other end of the phone, not Ember then.

“rough night huh?” it was your Boyfriend, Todoroki.

“hey, Shoto, sorry to go off on you like that what's up?” you yawned balancing the phone on your shoulder while you stripped off your hero costume with your free hand.

“well I was going to ask to come over but you sound tired,”  he admitted sadly. You grunted struggling with the spandex.

“no, it's fine come over,” knowing Todoroki he was probably already in the parking lot. It was only a few minutes before Shoto was knocking gently at your door. You put on a fresh set of sleepwear and answered the door.

“you could have just come in you know, I wouldn't have minded,” you said in way of greeting. You gestured and he entered your home. He kissed the top of your head.

“that would have been rude,” he pointed out you rolled your eyes and lead him to your bedroom.

“I hope you didn't want to do more than sleep because I'm exhausted and I'm sure you are too,” you said snarkily, he laughed lightly

“no I just wanted to, get out of the house for a while,” he said peeling his shirt off of his toned chest.

“Did something happen?” you asked crawling into bed.

“I had a fight with my father, but what else is new?” he scoffed. He shoved down his pants and climbed into bed next to you. “It's nothing really, just go to bed,” he assured pulling you into his arms.

“talk to me,” you demanded softly.

“just his normal stuff, he's upset that I'm not the number one hero, thinks it's because I'm not trying hard enough,”

“that's not true,” you cut him off  “you're doing your best Shoto, that's all that matters,” you said snaking your arms around him to rub his back.

“but my best isn't good enough, He said that if I dupped you I would have more time to focus on training,” you tensed. “I hated that, what makes him think he has any say in my relationships?” he huffed. “there was a lot of yelling and he told me to get out so I came here I hope that's alright,” you began rubbing his back again

“of course baby, I love you Shoto,” you tilted your head back and kissed his jawline. “being the number one hero isn't everything, you're making a change for the good and that's what really matters,” you whispered trying to hide your yawn.

“I love you so much, I don't know what I did to deserve you.” his hands shifted on your body, moving to grope your ass. “you want me to show you just how much I really love you?”

“Shoto please, I'm exhausted” you begged he sighed but moved his hand back up to your side.

“understandable, goodnight (y/n),”

“goodnight Shoto,”

you woke up alone, Normally Shoto would stay all night and then offer to make you breakfast but you were alone. Something must have happened. You stumbled out of bed your body still half asleep. You could hear Shoto in the other room he was talking in a hushed tone but you could still tell he was upset. You cracked the door his raspy voice now audible

“no, you don't understand...you're insane. No, No!” with only half the conversation you couldn't tell what he was upset about. Shoto hung up before whirling around. Tears streamed down his face, you had never seen Shoto cry before, he was normally so stoic. You opened your arms to him, he gladly rushed into your arms. You managed to stagger the two of you over to the couch where the two of you collapsed. You played with his hair and tried to soothe him but you weren't really sure what was wrong.

“was that your father?” you asked once he had calmed down. He nodded still not looking at you “Shoto I'm sorry, do you want to talk about it?” he shook his head. So you just held on to him. He lifted his head, his red, Puffy eyes staring into yours.

“I don't know what has gotten into him, He is convinced I should leave you for a higher ranking hero, so I told him I would get right on marrying Izuku and he just went off on me. I don't even know how to deal with him anymore.” he sighed “I'm just so tired,”

“do you want me to make you breakfast?” you weren't the best cook but you could whip up some scrambled eggs at the very least.

“no just stay here please,” he hugged you tight like if he let go you would vanish.

“I love you (y/n), and nothing my father says is going to change that, you know that right?”

“of course Shoto, I love you too,” he kissed you deeply and passionately. Your hands were still lost in his hair you pulled his face closer to your not letting him up even for air. His hands wandered down your body, he lifted you up and placed you on his lap. He shifted his hips grinding your two bodies together. He greedily swallowed the moans that spilled from your mouth. His hands slid up from your ass to your breasts. You hadn't bothered to put on a bra before leaving your room, a fact that Shoto very much enjoyed.

You continued like that for a while. With him massaging your breasts, you pulling his hair, and both of you grinding on one another. The kiss finally broke when Shoto pulled your shirt off, then it was right back to his mouth. Shoto hooked his arms under your thighs before lifting you. You would never know how Shoto managed to carry you and move his way through your home but he made his way to your bed without incident. His mouth trailed down your neck to your chest his tongue teased your nipples while his hands drifted below your waist. You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the involuntary moans and yelps that left you while Shoto's fingers messed with your most private of places

“Oh don't you dare try to quiet yourself, let me hear you,” he growled you removed your hands from your mouth. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and began to ravish you. “I...Love... the sounds... you make,” he said in between sucking your clit and teasing your folds with his tongue.  Shoto never left you unsatisfied when he got his mouth on you, today was no exception. Twenty minutes later, you were coming on his fingers and mouth. Your thighs shook around his head. “as much as I would love for you to return the favor but I need to be inside of you right now if that's alright with you.” you nodded.

Both of you hissed as he entered you. “I love you, (y/n),” he whispered you kissed the tip of his noes.

“I love you too. You can move now,” he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. The rushed need from just a few moments prior. Shoto lowered his head to rest his forehead against yours, but he moved to fast and he ended up headbutting you. He was mortified but it made you laugh.  He resumed the slow pace. It was soft and romantic, with both of you trading bits of praise. Things only became fast and needy again when both of you were close to the edge.  You were riding him your hips crashing down to meet his in feverish thrusts. His hands guided your hips as you bounced up and down.

“Shoto I'm s-so close,” you warned, your movements already starting to falter.

“Don't worry about it, I'm right behind you,” he flipped you on your stomach and set a merciless pace while his fingers toyed with your clit. Your walls clamped around Shoto's cock when you hit your climax triggering his own release. He fell next to you, both of you were breathing hard trying to catch your breath.

“I don't care what my dad thinks, I love you I'm not going to leave you for anything,” he whispered in your ear causing goose bumps to rise along your arms.

“I love you Shoto, I'll be for you through everything,” you promised. A wicked grin spread across his lips

“I think we should head to the shower, clean you up a bit,” he offered

“perv,” you teased, but you got out of bed and followed him to the bathroom all the same.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Little ‘I love yous’

I changed the request a bit to be not so angsty I suck at angst 

Todoroki x reader 

word count: 1, 300 (about) 

warnings: um self-doubt, cursing, smutty thoughts, kissing, angst? (like I said this isn’t very angsty. 

summary: Shoto Todoroki is a very quiet man. his words are calculated, his thoughts a mystery even to the people closest to him. however, when he is forced to spill his deepest and intimate thoughts it’s up to save the day.  

you knew it would be a weird day when the hero agency called you and asked you to pick Todoroki up. They told you that he wasn't badly hurt but he was, as they put it, “out of commission for a few days,” they wouldn't tell you more. The company was nice enough to send a car to take you to the building even though you knew the way. The whole drive over you were nervous, the driver was a nice old man but you weren’t up for conversation. your mind was busy conjuring up horrible disasters. You could almost vividly see the mangled Body of your boyfriend they would leave you with.

You walked through the office building with purpose. When you walked into his office you saw that Todoroki hadn't been hurt, he was still very much alive- tied to a swivel chair and gagged with a strip of duct tape, but alive.  You quirked an eyebrow at the teenaged girl locked in the office with him. She was quick to explain that Shoto had been attacked by a new Villain, now every thought that entered his head left his mouth that same instant. You nodded sympathetically at the poor girl, it must be incredibly annoying and jarring to hear her normally stoic boss so chatty.

She helped you wheel him out of the building on the chair and out to the waiting car. She insisted that you keep the gag on until she was out of earshot. You cut the ropes binding him and Shoto when sprawling ungracefully into the backseat of the waiting car. You slid into the seat next to him and shut the door firmly. He ripped off the gag and began rambling.

“oh that little brat she was told to watch over me like I was going to kill myself or something but she tied me up and ignored me I should fire her although she did manage to apprehend me maybe I should be thinking of a raise instead what do you think? God I'm so happy you're here I've missed you. Ew gross the tape is all sweaty god I leak like a facet how do you think Sero is doing? So you ever think his tape gets gross? Why are you looking at me like that am I doing something wrong? Oh, the tape thing that was gross I shouldn't have said that but I can't really stop myself do you want me to put the tape back on to shut myself up? Please don't make me do that it's gross I'll probably sweat it off besides we both know that you wear the gags so much better than I do, what do you think about Roll play? You could be the sexy Villain and I'll be the hero teaching you a lesson-”

the driver hadn't even pulled out into traffic yet. You blinked at him not comprehending the words spilling from his mouth, if possible he seemed to be speaking faster than before. You didn't want to gag him but he was going to talk your ear off at this rate. You looped your hands around his head pulling him into a kiss. Partly to shut him up for a minute yes, but also you were genuinely happy to see he wasn’t hurt.   When you pulled away he was silent as a stone.

“I love you,” his voice was back to normal now, his typical slow drawl. You froze, that was the first time he'd ever used the L word. You knew he loved you, and that you loved him but to have it out in the open like this. “I love you so much it scares me. I love you so much that if anything ever happened you it would destroy me, they say if you love something let it free and I think about that every single night. You would be better off without me, Safer. But I'm selfish so-so selfish I'd go crazy if you weren't with me so I don't leave I come back to you every time.-” he kissed you again maybe in an attempt to shut himself up again. You could see the pain in his eyes, his deepest secrets being poured out like this.

For a second it worked, the kisses seemed to keep his mind blank at least for a few seconds. But then he started talking again “I don't know what I did to deserve you. Sometimes. Most of the time I think I didn't do anything to deserve you and one day you'll realize that and you'll leave me like you should for someone better.” another kiss and another beat of silence before he began again

“Really (y/n), what do you even see in me? Unless you're only with me for the money, and I don't think you are because honestly when's the last time I bought you anything nicer than dinner. I would buy you anything you wanted. Really what do you want I'll get it for you- hey is that car pink who in their right mind pays good money to dye a car such a gaudy color?” you could see the relief in his eyes that he had managed to distract himself. You both knew it wouldn't last and that you would have to talk about it. He spent the rest of the ride listing cars and people every now and then he would slip and you would see how desperately he was trying to keep it together.

“Shoto-”

“what a nice hat that woman has.  you think she stuffed that bird herself?-”

“Shoto I love you too,” it seemed something besides kisses could shut him up.

“you're lying,” he said because he had to  

“I am not. I love you Shoto Todoroki with everything I have,” you cupped his face bringing his eyes back to you. “there are so many things I love about you it would take a lifetime to list them all,” you were practically shouting to be heard over Shoto's mutterings. “I love how I can tell when you missed me, you don't have to say anything because I can see it in your eyes, I love when you try and cook for me even though you're a terrible cook. I love the way you hold me like you don't ever want to let go and I love talking to you, you always know what to say. I love how funny you are, you don't don't realize it but your so funny Shoto,”

“But, but, I-I” he gulped unable to come up with a comeback. You kissed him, not the pecks you had been giving all car ride, a long passionate kiss. He cupped your waist and pulled you into his lap. The car came to a stop but you didn't notice, you were busy sliding your tongue into his mouth. The door opened and the driver cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“damn it why do we always get caught when things are just getting good?” Shoto groaned before he lifted you from the car and into his house. You couldn't help but laugh. Todoroki was such a quiet person it was nice to know what he was thinking. Who knows how long it would have been for the two of you to drop the L-word if this had never happened. “I love your mouth so soft and yummy I could die making out with you,” he muttered kissing you again. He pushed you against the wall of his entryway.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” it was the only thing you could think of to mutter against his lips. Because you did love him and you would say it as many times as you needed to for him to believe it.