#bnha shouto

[tulippanes]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

t. shoto x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 444 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would fix your uniform in case anything was out of place, even the tiniest thing, and allowed his touch to remain a second longer.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose voice would drop an octave lower and lean in close to your ear to whisper something to you, even when not needed, just to see you shudder and he’d have a ghost of a smirk on his face.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would casually throw a random compliment at you so he could see your flustered expression. “you look pretty today,” he said in a monotone voice. it was out of the blue . you blinked at him and felt your face heating up. he looked you up and down, almost as if feeling satisfied with himself, before going on about his day.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sit beside you, close enough that his thigh is pressed right against yours. close enough that he could not so subtly brush his arm against yours. close enough that when he turned his head to look at you, he could see every single feature of yours. his eyes would stay glued on your face until you turned to look at him too, only for him to look away once you do.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand would come up to wipe off any crumb on the corner of your mouth after you ate something. his thumb thoughtlessly lingered on your bottom lip before he pulled away to act as if nothing happened.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sulk if you were to say no to something he wanted you to say yes to. “stop pouting,” you said while he averted his gaze.

“i’m not pouting,” he quietly huffed. you sighed before you gave in, “if i say yes will you stop moping?”

“yes.”

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would pretend as if he’d done none of these things only to then subtly tease you about your reactions. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bluntly stated. your eye twitched, you were visibly exasperated. “uhm, yeah you do. you know when you- er..” you trailed off as you tried to put your words together.

“when i what?” he asked with a tilt to his head.

“you know!”

“i really don’t,” he said while he took a step closer to you. he stared at you, watching you fumble your explanation.

you waved a hand in dismissal, “nevermind.” the tiniest of a smug smile curved on his lips, a suspicious little glint in his gaze and he hummed.

“did it make you nervous?”

“so you did know!” you shouted, and all he responded with was a light chuckle.

[eclipixels]

Push

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Content: Todoroki messes up when he pushes you away

[3,414 words]

      You’ve liked Todoroki for as long as you can remember. Or at least, it feels that way. It started small, just a lingering glance during class, a slight hitch in your breath when he spoke to you. But over time, it grew into something more, something heavy that sat in your chest like an untamed fire, desperate to be noticed.

      But he never noticed.

      Todoroki was kind to you, of course. He was kind to everyone. He never brushed you off, never dismissed you when you spoke to him. When you stood next to him during training, he would acknowledge you with a small nod, his heterochromatic eyes calm and unreadable. When you struggled in a fight, he would step in if needed, ensuring you were safe. But that was just how he was. Nothing about it was special.

      Nothing about you was special to him.

      It hurt in ways you never expected. To be close to him but never close enough. To have his attention in fleeting moments but never in the way you craved. He never noticed how your hands trembled slightly when he leaned too close, or how your voice softened when you said his name. He never saw the way your eyes lingered on his face, memorizing every detail as if it would slip away.

      You weren’t special. You were just another classmate, another person standing beside him in this journey to becoming a hero. And no matter how much you wanted it, Todoroki would never look at you the way you looked at him.

      So you swallowed the ache, buried it deep in your chest, and smiled back whenever he spoke to you. Pretending your heart didn’t break a little more each time.

      Todoroki doesn’t think much of it. The way you always seem to be around him, how you always pair up with him for training, how you remember the little things he says even when he forgets saying them at all. You were just… there. Always.

      But lately, something about it has started to bother him.

      It’s in the way you hover, lingering a little too long after conversations, showing up conveniently whenever he’s alone, offering help even when he doesn’t ask for it. It’s suffocating, and though he doesn’t want to be cruel, he finds himself growing frustrated.

      And then, you mess up.

      It happens during a training exercise. A mock battle, one that requires coordination and focus. You’re supposed to act as support while Todoroki takes the lead, but for a brief second, you hesitate. You’re too caught up in watching him, making sure he’s okay, and that moment of distraction costs him.

      A blast of fire misfires. A block of ice shatters at the wrong angle. He’s forced to retreat when he should have won.

      And it’s your fault.

      Todoroki rounds on you the second the exercise ends, chest rising and falling with barely contained irritation. The others are too distracted with their own battles to notice the way his eyes darken, his voice laced with an edge you’ve never heard before.

      "Why are you always in my way?"

      The words hit you harder than any physical blow could.

      You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes, waiting, hoping, for him to take it back. But he doesn’t. He just exhales sharply and shakes his head, his fingers clenching at his sides.

      "I don’t need you hovering around me all the time. Just… stop."

      Just. Stop.

      The air in your lungs turns to lead. You feel your face fall, the warmth that was always there when you were around him disappearing in an instant.

      He doesn’t realize what he’s done, not yet. He doesn’t see the way something in you breaks at that moment, how the light in your eyes dims just a little too much. He just turns away, walking off as if those words weren’t still echoing inside your head.

      So you do exactly what he asked.

      You stop.

      You stop waiting for him after class. You stop finding reasons to talk to him. You stop hovering, stop offering your help, stop searching for his approval. And when he speaks to you, you give him nothing but polite, detached responses, just like everyone else.

      At first, Todoroki doesn’t think much of it.

      Maybe you were just giving him space. Maybe he’d finally gotten through to you. It was what he wanted, right?

      But then, little things start to feel off.

      His favorite snacks, gone. For as long as he could remember, you’d always found ways to sneak them onto his desk before class, acting like it was no big deal. He never asked for them, never expected them, but they were always there. A neatly wrapped snack when he looked tired after training or his favorite beverage.

      He never thanked you properly. He just… got used to it.

      Now, his desk is empty. The absence is small but noticeable, like a quiet void only he can feel.

      And then there are the favors. The little things you used to do without thinking, offering to grab an extra bottle of water during training, covering for him when he wasn’t paying attention in class, keeping people from bothering him when he looked like he needed space.

      No one does that anymore.

      It’s not the snacks he misses. It’s not the favors.

      It’s you.

      He doesn’t realize how much he’s gotten used to your presence until it’s gone. The way you always said his name with warmth, how you always looked at him like he was worth something more than just a hero-in-training or Endeavor’s son. How you always showed up, no matter what.

      Now, you barely look at him. Your voice, once filled with something so painfully real, is distant when you speak to him, if you speak to him at all. You don’t linger anymore. You don’t wait for him after class.

      At first, he tells himself it doesn’t matter.

      But then, he catches himself watching you.

      Maybe it’s the way you laugh a little too easily at Kaminari’s dumb jokes. Or how you casually ruffle Midoriya’s hair when he’s stressing over notes. Maybe it’s the way you let Kirishima throw an arm over your shoulder without a second thought, or the way you offer Iida the same quiet patience you once reserved just for him.

      He watches how your eyes light up when you talk to others, how you smile in a way that makes people lean in, desperate to hold onto the warmth you give so freely. He watches how your fingers brush against someone’s arm when you speak, how you tilt your head just slightly when you listen, like whoever you're talking to is the most important person in the world.

      He used to be that person.

      The realization sits uneasily in his chest, something foreign and unfamiliar curling in his stomach. He’s never felt this before, this tightness, this weight pressing down on him whenever he sees you with someone else. It’s irrational. Stupid.

      He doesn’t want to care.

      And yet, when he sees you laughing with Bakugo, Bakugo, of all people, something sharp and ugly coils in his throat. It doesn’t make sense. He has no claim over you, no reason to feel like he’s losing something.

      Maybe it’s the way you don’t look at him like you used to. Maybe it’s how your eyes don’t linger on him anymore, how you don’t rush to his side like he’s the only person that matters.

      Maybe it’s the way he suddenly realizes how much he misses you.

      You, with your stupid, thoughtful gestures. Your annoying, unwavering attention. Your ridiculous habit of making sure he was okay even when he didn’t think he needed it. Todoroki doesn’t understand why it stings so much. All he knows is that he never cared about your attention before, why does he care all of a sudden now?

      Todoroki doesn’t know what’s wrong with him.

      For the past week, he’s been restless, annoyed at things that never used to bother him. Irritated when he sees you with others. Bothered by the way you don’t even glance at him anymore. It’s stupid. He knows it is.

      But the frustration keeps building, pressing against his ribs like a force he doesn’t understand.

      So, for the first time in a long time, he calls Fuyumi.

      She sounds happy to hear from him, chatting about her day, but Todoroki doesn’t waste time.

      "I think something’s wrong with me."

      There’s a brief pause before she hums, voice full of concern. "What do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"

      He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "There’s… this girl in my class."

      That alone is enough for Fuyumi to perk up. "Oh?"

      "She used to always be around me. Always doing little things, like bringing me snacks or making sure I was okay. I didn’t think much of it, but then I told her to stop because I thought she was being too much. And now she’s gone. Well, she’s still there, but she doesn’t talk to me like before. It’s like she doesn’t care anymore."

      Fuyumi is quiet for a second. Then,

      "Pfft, " She bursts out laughing.

      Todoroki frowns. "What’s so funny?"

      "You, " She wheezes between laughs. "Oh my god, Shoto, you absolute, " She takes a deep breath, composing herself before saying, "You like her, dummy."

      Todoroki blinks. "What? No, I— "

      "You totally do!" she interrupts. "You just described every classic ‘I screwed up because I pushed away the girl I like’ scenario. Oh, Shoto, this is hilarious."

      He stares at the wall, processing her words. That can’t be right. He’s never thought about liking anyone before. He’s never needed to. He thought this feeling was… what? Frustration? Annoyance?

      But then he thinks about the way you used to smile at him, how your attention always made him feel seen in a way he never realized he craved. How his heart felt less heavier around you. He thinks about how much he misses the sound of your voice directed at him.

      He thinks about how your absence feels like something hollow in his chest.

      And suddenly, he feels stupid.

      "Oh." The word comes out quiet.

      Fuyumi just chuckles. "Oh, indeed."

      Todoroki is still trying to process everything when Fuyumi finally stops laughing.

      "Okay, okay," she sighs, still sounding amused. "Let’s break this down, because clearly, you’re hopeless."

      Todoroki frowns. "I’m not hopeless."

      "You are absolutely hopeless," she corrects. "You didn’t even realize you had a crush until five seconds ago."

      He has no argument for that. Rubbing his temples, he exhales. "Fine. Whatever. What do I do now?"

      Fuyumi hums in thought. "Well, first of all, do you even know how badly you messed up?"

      He hesitates. "I… might’ve been a little harsh."

      "A little?" She repeats dryly.

      Todoroki is silent. He thinks back to your face that day, how your expression fell, how the light in your eyes faded in an instant. How you just… stopped looking at him after that.

      He swallows. "I didn’t mean to hurt her."

      Fuyumi’s voice softens. "I know you didn’t, Shoto. But that doesn’t change the fact that you did."

      There’s something heavy about that realization.

      "So what do I do?" he asks again, this time quieter.

      Fuyumi hums again. "You need to apologize, obviously. But that’s not enough. If you really want to fix things, you have to show her that you mean it. That you actually care."

      Todoroki nods slowly. He wants to fix it. He wants you to look at him again, to talk to him like you used to.

      But then another thought hits him.

      "What if she doesn’t forgive me?"

      There’s a pause.

      "Then," Fuyumi says gently, "you have to accept that. But at least you’ll know you tried."

      It’s not the answer he wants. Todoroki makes a decision. He’s going to make things right.

      Todoroki doesn’t expect this to be so difficult.

      He thought that once he made up his mind, he’d just talk to you, say what he needed to say, and that would be it. Simple.

      But every time he tries, you slip away.

      The first time, he spots you after class. He walks up, determined, but the moment you see him, your expression shifts, eyes wide, lips parting slightly in surprise. Then, just as quickly, you turn and mumble something about needing to be somewhere before practically bolting out of the room.

      The second time, he catches you in the hallway, calling your name. You freeze for half a second, but instead of turning around, you dip into the nearest classroom without a word.

      The third time, he corners you at the training grounds, thinking this is it, only for you to suddenly join Uraraka and Midoriya in a conversation, completely ignoring his presence.

      It keeps happening. Over and over again and he doesn’t understand why.

      You’re avoiding him. That much is clear. But what confuses him the most is the way you avoid his gaze, like you’re afraid of looking at him too long. Like being near him is too much and Todoroki hates it because even though he was the one who pushed you away, now that he’s chasing after you, you won’t let him catch you.

      So, he does the only thing he can think of.

      He waits.

      And when he sees you walking alone down the hallway after training, tired, relaxed, unaware, he moves before he can stop himself. You turn the corner, and suddenly, he's there.

      You startle, eyes going wide, but before you can slip away again, Todoroki steps forward, closing the distance. You back up instinctively, one step, then another, until your shoulders hit the wall.

      Trapped.

      Your breath hitches. He’s close. Closer than he’s ever been before, his face mere inches from yours. His arms rest on either side of you, blocking any escape. The scent of his soap, clean, faintly like cinnamon and frosty mint, lingers in the air between you.

      For a moment, neither of you speak.

      Then, softly, too softly, he murmurs, "Why are you running from me?"

      Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure he can hear it. You swallow hard, hands clenched at your sides.

      "I’m not, "

      "You are," he cuts in. His voice isn’t harsh, but it’s firm. Determined. His mismatched eyes bore into yours, searching, demanding answers. You turn your head away, but he leans in just slightly, refusing to let you hide.

      "I need to talk to you," he says, quieter now. His voice is steady, but there’s something underneath it, something unsure, something desperate. Your fingers tremble at your sides. You try to keep your breathing steady, but it’s impossible when he’s right there. Because even after everything, even after the way he hurt you… you still like him. And you’re terrified that if you let yourself fall again, this time, there won’t be anything left to catch you.

      Todoroki watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. The air around you feels thick, tense, like every second draws out longer than it should. He doesn’t understand why you're avoiding him. You’ve been slipping through his grasp at every turn, and it’s eating at him more than he’s willing to admit.

      But as you stand there, pressed against the wall, he can’t hold it in anymore. His frustration bursts out in a way he didn’t expect, his voice cracking slightly, making it sound more vulnerable than he wants it to.

      "Why are you avoiding me?"

      It’s not an accusation. It’s almost like a plea, a desperate question that escapes his lips before he can stop it. There’s a rawness to his voice, raspy, strained, like he’s holding something back, something that might shatter if he speaks too much.

      You flinch at the sound of it.

      The way his voice cracks, like he’s not sure if he can bear the answer, hits you harder than it should. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to run. It’s too much, too close.

      But you can’t move.

      You open your mouth, but the words tumble out before you can stop them. He blinks, confused, and you feel your face flush, your heartbeat hammering in your chest. You shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts, but your words come out in a frantic rush, spilling the truth you’ve been hiding.

      "I’m scared that if I see you again... my feelings will just make things worse. I still like you, Todoroki. I didn’t want to act on them because I thought... I thought you’d hate me more."

      Your voice cracks at the end, the fear in your chest making it hard to breathe. You finally turn your head, eyes looking away, not able to meet his gaze anymore.

      Todoroki’s breath catches as you speak. He stands there, his hand still placed on the wall beside you, but the intensity in his eyes softens.

      "You think I hate you?" he asks, voice low, almost... hurt.

      You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. His question is gentle, almost as if the thought of it had never occurred to him. The realization strikes you like lightning, he doesn’t hate you. Not at all.

      But you’re too afraid to answer, your voice stuck in your throat.

      The silence grows thick again, and Todoroki steps closer, closer than before, his gaze unwavering. He looks down at you, and this time, there’s no anger, no frustration. There’s only something softer, something almost... pleading.

      Then, finally, he speaks again, and his voice is quieter than ever, thick with something you can’t place.

      "I’m sorry," he says, his tone filled with genuine remorse. "I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I shouldn’t have pushed you away."

      You look up at him now, and his eyes are full of regret.

      "I miss you." His voice cracks just slightly, and it’s then that you realize he feels it too.

      He breathes in, his expression shifting to something more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen. He swallows hard before finally admitting it, his voice so soft, almost a whisper. "I like you, too."

      Your eyes widen, your heart stuttering as his words sink in. He likes you? He likes you?

      The world feels like it’s tilted, like time itself has stopped. For a second, you can’t breathe. You just stare at him, processing the revelation that shatters everything you thought you knew about this moment, about him.

      The world around you seems to blur as the silence stretches, the words hanging between you two heavy with possibility. Todoroki stands so close now, and despite the rawness of the moment, there’s a warmth that fills the space between you. His confession echoes in your ears, and for the first time in so long, you feel like the weight of everything has finally lifted.

      But in this moment, words don’t seem enough. The nervous energy that’s been building up between you finally erupts, and without thinking, you move. You reach up, gently cupping his cheek. Your heart beats so loudly in your chest, it’s all you can hear as your breath catches in your throat.

      And then, you lean in.

      You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not when you’re so overwhelmed by the raw emotion in the air, not when you’ve been waiting for this moment, this release, for so long. You brush your lips softly against his cheek, the sensation sending a warm shudder through him, as though your touch was enough to leave him shaken.

      The kiss lingers only a second before you pull back, your heart racing. You’re so close now, and for the first time, you see the uncertainty in his eyes fade away, replaced with something softer.

      Todoroki blinks, stunned, as his hand instinctively rises to touch his cheek where you kissed him. His face is flushed, the warmth spreading across his skin like fire. He shudders slightly, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so vulnerable and caught off guard. His fingers still linger on his cheek, the spot where you kissed him, his blush deepening as he looks at you, still unsure of what to do next. His eyes widen just a fraction, and his voice falters when he finally speaks.

      You only smile, a soft, tender smile that reaches your eyes. It’s the kind of smile that says everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve wanted to say but couldn’t.

      Because, right now, words feel unnecessary. This moment is enough.

[demonicsuffrage]

Collection of shotos from this chapter because I love him

[rueclfer]

expecting you // shouto todoroki

a/n: based on a thought i had a couple weeks ago about shouto falling for one of touya's nurses <3 smau at the end bc i cannot resist hehe -> literally geeeekingggggg

shouto is quick to catch onto patterns as well as fall into them. it's one of those things that had been ingrained in him from a young age that he can't seem to shake off now as an adult.

"observe, figure them out, know their next move. c'mon shouto. get up."

he has the bus times memorized and recognizes the faces of the people waiting with him. he remembers and greets everyone working the midday shift at his favorite soba shop. he's apart of their routine as much as they are to him, so of course they'll already have his usual order ready as soon as he comes in. they always pack extra, but he knows better than to argue, so instead, he lets them send him off with a "see you next week" and a reminder to "make sure touya eats it all so he can get big and strong."

it's always a fifteen minute walk from the soba shop to the rehab facility, and he doesn't bother checking in at the front anymore. he nods a hello to the security guard and goes straight to touya's room.

this has been his weekly routine for the past five years.

shouto's eyes zero in on the glossy checkerboard pattern of the facility's floors.

white. blue. white. blue.

he knows it takes him about fifteen of each to get to touya's room at the end of the hall, but he counts in his head every time.

from outside of his door, he hears your exaggerated groan that if the door was open, he was sure it would've echoed down the hallway.

"no, you don't get it," you huff, "it's the favoritism. that's why sensei won't write me a recommendation letter."

"you're probably right. you are kinda annoying," touya responds.

it takes shouto a long time, a year at least, to hear anything but venom in his brother's voice. right now, he didn't have to see touya to know that he had a smirk on his face with that delivery.

you just had that effect on people.

as if on cue, your voice rang "shouto should be here by now," right as he clicks the door open.

"and there he is," you quip, "another minute and i would've called the cops."

"can't i ever be a little unpredictable?" shouto scoffs with a slight smile.

such a hypocrite.

he expected that eye roll. he knew you would shrug and cross your arms across your chest. it's comforting in a way, to know someone so intimately just from observation and fleeting conversations, because even though you're teasing him about his strict routine, you don't even realize how predictable you are.

while shouto sets the takeout on the counter to unpack its contents, you grab the arms of the chair and push yourself up onto your feet.

"alright, you guys have a good lunch. i'll stop by and say bye before i leave for the-"

touya groans and cuts you off, "you do this shit every week, stupid, sit down and eat with us."

"no, because if i sit here and eat with you guys, you're going to talk and talk and talk and not get any rest before group therapy."

touya deadpans.

"does it looks like i need a fucking nap before spending an hour listening to some losers vent about their lives?"

"yes?" you cock an eyebrow "aren't you pushing thirty? the elderly need their sleep don't they?"

"says the twenty something with no social life." touya bites back.

a dramatic gasp leaves your mouth.

"shou, listen to what your brother is saying to me." you jokingly whine.

"don't get me involved," he shoots you a playful side glance, "you're having lunch with us. for the sake of your social life."

"shut up." you mutter, the corners of your mouth quirking into a shy smile. he waits until you sit back down in your seat before holding out a bowl of soba for you to take.

"i have to argue with you about it, but when he offers, you don't say shit?" touya complains with a mouthful of soba.

"duh? why would i listen to your rude ass when shou's so sweet?"

shouto bites back a smile and takes a seat at the end of touya's bed, scooping a mouth full of noodles in his mouth, watching you do the same.

"y/n, did you even pack a lunch for yourself today?" shouto starts after finishing his bite, "or do you love having us beg for you to stay and eat?"

you're quiet for a moment, sucking in your cheek to suppress the sheepish grin and defeated chuckle that would eventually break through.

your eyes trail up from your bowl of soba to lock shouto's, hoping that the heat crawling up your neck hasn't blossomed across your cheeks.

he doesn't look away, but instead cocks an eyebrow with a sly smile. he already knows the answer.

-

shouto leaned against the doorframe waiting for you to complete the last of touya's update forms before clocking out for the day.

"someone's gonna take over for me and take you to therapy in a few, okay?" you say, scribbling in the last few notes.

"the cute one?" touya asks.

"mmmmm no, i don't think she's working today."

touya groans, "fuck my life."

"down bad." you announce, receiving an unsavory gesture from touya's prosthetic hand as you pretend to make a note of it on the clipboard.

you tuck the board under your arm, collecting the various papers and notebooks sprawled out on the counter before shoving them into your school bag.

"see you in a couple days. cross your fingers for this recommendation letter." you take one last scan around the room.

"offer still on the table if you want me to forge one for ya."

"how generous. i'll let you know when i get desperate." you laugh.

shouto holds the door open with his back, raising a hand to say his goodbyes.

"see you next week, touya. maybe this weekend with natsuo and the kids."

"see ya. walk y/n to their car alright? your daddy didn't raise an animal."

shouto rolls his eyes with a half-hearted chuckle, looking back one last time to nod a goodbye before the door closes behind you two.

"the cute one is in fact working today." you say with a proud smile once you've skipped further away from the room.

“oh?” shouto quickens his step to catch up beside you, “why lie then?”

“just setting him up to feel a lot of excitement later,” you shrug. “i think being a long-term patient and living the same days and routine over and over again can feel kinda gray and muddy, so it’s nice to be surprised every now and then don’t you think?”

rei’s face flashes in shouto’s mind for a moment and he thinks back on the first time he visited her in that old living facility. unlike her during that time, touya still has a gleam in his eyes- a faint spark despite all of these years.

“y/n.” shouto says after a moment of silence, pausing in the middle of the hallway.

“hm?”

you stop and turn back to see him bowed at a proper 90 degree angle with his hands flush against his sides.

your eyes widen, “shou? what are you-”

“thank you for taking care of my brother, thank you for being a friend to him...” he trails, “...and to me.”

shouto didn’t know when would be an appropriate time to straighten up. he stared down at the white and blue tiles at his feet as he silently prayed for the heat prickling the tip of his ears to dissipate before coming face to face with you again.

“you’re being silly,” you break the tension with a breathy chuckle.

shouto snaps back up, the apple of his cheeks flushed from the blood pooling to his face.

“i’m not. i need you to know that i’m grateful.”

“you don’t have to thank me, shou,” you continue your walk back to the nurse’s station with shouto following close behind “i hardly do anything- i’m not even a nurse, you know? not yet at least. i think it’s funny that i got hired on because of your stubborn ass brother, but even if i wasn’t tied to a payroll, i’d still be here. you guys are my friends too.”

you keep your pace quick- always one step in front of him with your head hung low. there wasn’t much you could do to mask your blush. your face was burning hot, and this hallway was only so long.

“well, if you’re not going to accept my thanks, then let me treat you to lunch.” he leans against the counter as you round the corner behind the desk.

“you treat me to lunch every week,” you laugh.

“it would just be you and me.”

your fingers pause over the keyboard as you’re typing in your employee code. you look up from the screen and meet his eyes with your smile faltered and mouth slightly gaped open. 

“just you and me?” you repeat.

he nonchalantly nodded his head as his hands were sweating through the front pockets of his pants. 

shouto had gone out one on one with classmates and friends before, and he was sure that an outing with you would be like any other dinner, but there was a twinge of anxiety sitting in his chest as he waited for your answer.

i think something’s wrong.

well thank god i’m surrounded by nurses…and you.

“i mean, if he wants, we can put in a day pass request for touya and invite the other siblings. i just thought…” shouto sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, not quite sure what it was that he thought. “...that we…i…”

a year ago when you were just a student looking for volunteer hours, touya gave you an in-depth run down of each family member “just for when you have the misfortune of meeting them. don’t fall in love, alright? mr. perfect has that effect on people.”

it wasn't until now, with shouto's flushed cheeks, chewed bottom lip, and avoidant eyes that you understood what his brother had meant.

you’ve never seen the todoroki’s golden child, as touya liked to describe him, stumble over his own words before. you watch him pause for a moment to search for the right words, panic settling in behind his gaze as his eyes flicker between his twitching fingers tapping against the counter and your own.

“you and me, then.” you confirm, breaking the silence as the corners of your mouth lift into a shy smile.

“yeah?” he says with a sigh of relief.

you reach over, pulling a pen out from its holder and lean over the computer. you click the pen and grab shouto’s hand before scribbling your number in the soft flesh of his palm.

xx - xxxx - xxxx -> y/n :P

“also, my classmate’s picking me up today for a study session, but to keep touya’s word, i’ll make you walk me to my car next week,” you wave shouto off with a wide grin as you begin to walk backwards towards the exit, “text me, okay?”

shouto glances down at the numbers adorning his palm, still feeling the point of the pen digging into his skin. he looks back up at you. his mouth is slightly gaped open, but nothing comes out. with the same palm, he holds it up, waving you goodbye until the automatic doors close behind you.

you turn around one last time to see shouto walking off in the opposite direction towards the other exit with his palm held out in front of him and his phone in the other, making sure to have your number saved before the ink smudges away.

“so predictable.”

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis @haruhi269 @starliightfiend

shouto tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

[achieve-the-sun]

For siblings raised in toxic families the tragedy of the Todorokis is even more harsh

As an older sister myself, the relationship i have with Toya is not easy. I pity him, i envy him, i understand him but at the same time... I don't.

[Alt under the cut]

[crushmeeren]

♡ Todoroki/Fem Reader

♡ Master List Link

⇢ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.

⇢ Warnings; cursing, making out, dirty talk, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, Shouto is a little subby in this

♡ Authors Note; I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, a giant dick — but who is so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget — you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and promptly cried.

Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what he’s eating so you can have some too, even if you weren’t hungry in the first place.

Shouto who doesn’t understand social cues very well. Who tilts his head adorably when he’s confused. Who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often when he’s unsure of what’s going on.

Shouto who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, to understand body language and tone. Whose pretty smile could melt icy glaciers with its tender warmth. Who is so comfortable with you he makes all sorts of facial expression, which you take as a triumphant win.

Shouto who you met in high school but didn’t date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and you caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was probably a bit delirious because he swears he saw you with a halo, because he “fell in love with an Angel that day.”

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when he’s drinking some because he’s learned he can show you he loves you by sharing what enjoys. It’s so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.

Shouto who decides to be a bit “rebellious” after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.

Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when it’s raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?

Shouto who is a dry texter. We’re talking Sahara Desert dry. Who does still take the time to send you pictures of things you love while he’s out on patrol, especially of dogs that he encounters. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.

Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when he’s not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. You’re unable to resist, you’re technically sitting on his face all day… right??

Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. You’re definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night when everyone is over is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates repeatedly.

Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man as his brother by extension, and who you’ve grown close to as well. Who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others don’t get the privilege to see.

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows he’s perfect for you just the way he is.

Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. You’d start a goddamn war for this man.

Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out with you. Whose cock starts twitching in his briefs when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together consistently with yours. Who eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip so roughly it stings.

Shouto who likes to spread you out on your back in bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.

Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them backwards to your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out. Who makes you cry out when he sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who praises you murmuring “your pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass? pretty please?”

Shouto who strips you both. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy when you see it. Who flips you, yanking your ass in the air and shoving your face into the sheets. Who spanks you unforgivingly and grips the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.

Shouto who shoves two fingers in your pussy without warning. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim until you cum so hard you see stars. Who pulls away from you, stroking himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice pleading “I want to put my cock in you so badly, can I please princess?”

Shouto who is aware you’re a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink when you tell him you’ll ride him for a bit. Who props his back up against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip around so your back faces him. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you ride him, letting out delicate and whiny moans while you make his toes curl.

Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued as his cock disappears into your pussy while you bounce in his lap. Whose dick throbs, breathing hitching when you throw your head back and you moan “fuck Shouto, your cock is so good, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Shouto who reaches his limit, pushing you off his cock and onto your back whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips his shaft, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way back inside with one fluid roll of his hips.

Shouto who bends you in half, hooking your knees over his shoulders and folding you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with the intention to bully your g-spot. Who makes sure you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you into cumming with a handful of strokes. Who gets you to cum over and over, little water balloons of warm pleasure popping and coursing through you.

Shouto who produces low moans when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately pleads with you to cum one more time because he can’t hold on for much longer.

Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as you chase your pleasure once more while folded as a pretzel. Who cums instantly when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes into the hilt, grinding against you as he bursts at the seams, panting to catch his breath.

Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties for you to wear. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face. Shouto who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

bodyguard! shoto, who decided to use his training and skills for a different career path, because fuck endeavour, and because he still wanted to serve people out of the good in his heart.

bodyguard! shoto, who is a 5’9, young, muscular man whose quiet stance speaks volumes. who despite his aloofness, remains a true gentlemen. who stands on the outside of the sidewalk when he’s with you, and who perceptively takes note of any men who seem to be eyeing you with anything more or less than adoration.

bodyguard! shoto, who works hard to keep his strength and health. who you can sometimes find doing pushups in his room during his free time, or taking out pent up rage on his punching bag. you’d think he’s putting up a show for you, grey tank-top hugging his muscles while sweat drips from his forehead.

bodyguard! shoto, who deals with most grievances calmly. he’ll step in front of you, hands in his pockets shielding you from whatever asshole decides to give you any issues. he’ll first, tell them to get lost, letting his eyes do talking. who isn’t afraid to get physical, despite his aloof nature. who will never cross that line unless he absolutely has to, and unless your safety is on the line. who would take a bullet for you, or shield you with his body. once he’s ensured you’re safe, he’ll disappear for some time and come back with bruised knuckles, much like his brother… 🤍

bodyguard! shoto, who, after a few drinks, will open up. he’ll tell you about his past, about his family, and about how he feels for you. he’s well aware that it’s unprofessional, and is more than willing to see whatever consequences you have for him now that his secret is out. who is both surprised and unsurprised when you tell him you want to stay, an undeniable warm feeling in his chest.

bodyguard! shoto, who makes everyone else disappear when you look at him. who is yours to keep and yours to lose. who isn’t a bad guy, but is more than capable of doing bad things to you, pressing himself against your back while you put lipgloss on in front of the mirror. who waits for you to say its okay before pressing a kiss to your neck. who gets you alone, and wears your feelings for him like a necklace.

bodyguard! shoto, who lets you hold his feelings hostage. who makes all your gray days clear, protecting you not only from others but from yourself. who reminds you not to overwork yourself, tugging you away from your desk and into his arms. who’s got your heart, skipping even when he isn’t around.

bodyguard! shoto, who makes falling for him inevitable. who walks you to your bedroom one day, only for you to tug him by his tie and press your lips to his. who suddenly doesn’t care about who’s keeping score. you did a number on him, but honestly, who’s counting?

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

f! reader, nsfw portion

bodyguard! shoto, who is a sweet, gentle lover. whose hot breath tickles your ear when he firmly orders you to lift your arms, pulling your shirt off so he can see more of you. who feels his pants getting tighter, cock straining against his pants when he massages your breasts, drawing out those shallow gasps of pleasure from your lips.

bodyguard! shoto, who makes sure the door is locked for everything he’s about to do to you. who his sweet and gentle, until he isn’t. who roughly tugs your bottoms off, leaving a trail of bites and hickeys on your inner thigh, leading up to where you need him most. and he’s mean, making sure you feel his breath graze your pussy, trailing his tongue on the innermost corners of your thighs before finally lowering his head to eat you out.

bodyguard! shoto, who’ll hook your legs over his shoulders, looking up at you while he works his magic, thinking he could do this for hours. who is well aware of the way your thighs tremble, the way you tug his hair begging him to make you cum. but he’ll give it to you, right after dragging out your pleasure for as long as he can.

bodyguard! shoto, who takes your thighs and folds you in half, pressing your knees to your ears. his cock slides right into you perfectly, groaning about how tight you are and how good he’s gonna fuck you. who watches you with hazy, duel-coloured eyes, waiting for you to adjust to his size before thrusting.

bodyguard! shoto, who makes you cum again, and again, and again, all while showing no signs of backing down. who tries a little harder every time he feels you flutter and clench around him, neither of you wanting to stop. who decides taking this job was the best thing he’s ever done.

bodyguard! shoto, who laughs to himself seeing the ship edits fans make of you and him, knowing they’ve got it right.

@crushmeeren i couldn’t resist! 😭🫧🫧

inspired by so it goes

[anime-as-textposts]

[m0nnypie]

✿ To All the Boys I've Loved Before! - Masterlist.

✿ feat. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima Eijirou, and Todoroki Shouto.

✿ warnings: to all the boys I've loved before!Au, quirkless!reader, teacher!reader, aged up characters, all the boys are pro-hero (including Deku).

✿ synopsis: Your childhood letters, the ones in which you declare your love for every crush you had, ended up being sent without your permission. What could come of that?

✿ notes: HIIII. I've posted the first chapter, sorry for the delay in the chapters 😩 but I'm trying to finish as quickly as possible with everything I have to do, I swear when you see it, it'll almost be complete!!! One thing is that I'll probably do 4 different endings, if you want me to. But I can also do an ending with all four if you prefer!!! But I'll leave that for later.

01. [PROLOGUE]

your lovely students, discover about the letters. What a mess they made.

02. [IZUKU MIDORIYA]

your first love, and one of the sweetest. You will always remember him, but now things were different for the two of you.

03. [KATSUKI BAKUGOU]

Your second letter, and the worst of all. Sometimes you wonder why you liked him? But would your opinion change now?

04. [KIRISHIMA EIJIROU]

A little teenage love, an unexpected encounter that happened in a coffee shop when you were 15. You never forgot those red eyes and sharp smile.

05. [TODOROKI SHÕTO]

He was just so charming and funny with the way he dealt with things he didn't understand, but you resigned yourself to the fact that you would never have a chance with him, right?

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© 2024 m0nnypie - all rights reserved, please don’t claim my work as your own, or translate without permission

[luviisabella]

— NSFW 18+ —

Shoto Todoroki who after a long day just drops his bags when he sees you. Barely removing his hero costume that’s covered in scratches and tears all over.

“Sho- ?”

But it’s too late.

He’s already got his hands on both sides of your thighs.

His large frame towering over you, but before you can ask you notice his face.

He’s needy.

“Please.”

You can’t help but look away, your face feeling hotter than the Sun.

You were just laying on a futon you laid out in an oversized shirt (his), socks, and.. no shorts ?

He nearly lost it when he could see the outline of your pretty pussy, immediately lowering himself to its level and gently grazing his thumb over the outline of your clit. The sensation causing you to shiver.

“Shoto..” you softly mumble but his name isn’t reaching him.

He gently pull your panties to the side and again gently rubs at your clit. Your body now beginning to melt into the sensation.

The tent in his pants began to tighten, he hadn’t even done anything but your body, your scent, your voice. It was enough for him to throw away everything he said and stay with you like this for eternity.

He kissed your inner thigh and gently spread your legs a little further. The grip never changing, he was prepared for you to close your legs on him. He wanted you to..

“I’m sorry.. I don’t intend on stopping unless you tell me to.”

Your body heat up at his words but immediately melted once his tongue found its way to your clit. He places soft kisses along your pelvic bone before going back to lap at your clit with his tongue.

He was doing it for his own enjoyment. The way your hands gently tugged at his hair, the feeling of your fingertips along his scalp sending chills down his spine and he could feel himself growing impatient. He b started sucking on your clit, the moment your legs flinched he tightened his grip around them and held them apart.

終わっていない - he mumbled

The vibration of his words making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Sho.. i’m ngh-, f-fuck” and the way your grip on his hair tightened told him all he needed to know. His pace increased and he began tracing circles along your clit with his tongue.

That’s all it took for you to be sent over the edge. Your back slightly arching, involuntarily bucking your hips for more, and your grip on his hair loosening.

Once you caught your breath he gently pulled back before sitting on his knees to take in the sight of you.

You looked up at him, your eyes half lidded as you noticed the still eager look on his face.

You wrapped your legs around his lower abdomen and pulled him towards you. You gave him a little smirk despite the obvious fatigue you felt..

“Y/n..”

“I want you, Shoto.”

You sat up and began removing his hero costume, sliding your hand down from his chest to his abs.

—

“I’ve missed you too.”

[makesyouevil]

if i smile… they’ll die!?

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shouto Tododoki who rlly like to spend money on you head cannons! Rlly short but I hope you like them!

• This man LOVES to spoil you. Seeing your face light up when he buys you something you've wanted is like the strongest drug to him.

• He's ready to drop thousands a day on whatever you want. Food? Ordered. A shopping trip? Put your shoes on and let's go. A spa day? He's reserving a 12 hour session for you at the best Spa Japan has to offer.

• He can struggle accepting physical touches, as well as struggle to express what he wants in words. So what he can't express that way he certainly can with his dad's credit card.

• Will drop a dress off that he saw you eyeing at the mall the other day, and bring you on the best date you've ever been on.

• it's very obvious that his main form of love is gift giving. Even though he spends a lot of money on you, he also likes to give you things he made, or found that remind him of you. And you accept them with the same grateful smile that you do anytime he gets you something's.

• so basically this man just wants you to be happy, and if buying you whatever you want can help do that, he's all for it.

I hope you enjoyed! requests are open for one shots and head cannons! Happy reading <3

[gamblersdoll]

he’s shoto todoroki, of course he will trauma bond with you and then become obsessed with everything you do.

the trauma in question? realizing that you both have parental issues.

he watches your stories at least ten times before screen recording it, putting into the self made folder he made specifically for you. he even buys a necklace that he sees you wear, just for him to wear it underneath his shirts.

if you kiss his cheek? will not wash his face. thats getting rid of a kiss right? so that was disrespectful for him to do.

he silently gets jealous when you talk to midoriya or bakugou, because do you find them better than him? those two both have loving parents, so you might.

sure, he isnt your boyfriend — yet. but, he included you in everything. never mind the fact that it had nothing to do with you. shit, if he makes a little corner of you? then it involved you.

he finds you ethereal, a goddess even. so his life now depends on you.

[demonicsuffrage]

bktd are always together what's their problem

[kryannoy]

shouto and compliments

genre: fluff

character: todoroki shouto

warning: really short, it's a brainrot

shouto who for the first time sees you all dolled up for your date with him, he can't take his eyes off of you.

shouto who literally just stares at you in awe, eyes so soft with invisible sparkles, but because he always puts on the same facade all the time, you see it as a blank expression coming from him.

shouto who doesn't say anything and keeps staring at you, not even utter a word like "you're done? let's go". he's just taking in the sight.

"something the matter? does my outfit look weird?" you who starts to feel self-conscious of what he's thinking but he blinks a few times to ground himself back to reality and says "no. quite the opposite" and turns away to open the door for you. he wants to compliment you but somehow he is a nervous wreck. and he doesn't know how! he thinks what he said just now was close to a compliment.

sadly, you didn't quite get it so you continue on with the date. and by the end of the day, shouto finally builds up the courage to tell you that you look pretty today.

he thinks telling you this when the date is over is a sort of runaway for his shyness. but it also made him feel like he wants to stay with you more :(

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI

Camboy!Shoto who got into filming porn on a whim, another form of rebellion against endeavour.

Camboy!Shoto who was so shy to start his career as a pornstar. The idea of letting the world see his vulnerable side making him rosy.

Camboy!Shoto who started anonymously, a new twitter account, promoting an adult site. Paired with a picture of Shoto, face hidden and torso exposed. A rather casual looking photo, till you look closing, crimson tide surging onto his chest. Pert nipples that are a lovely shade of red. Thin little waist, with defined muscles. His cum gutters defined, aligned with his cock. So much so that you know when water drips down his body, the drop ends at the top of his cock. His cock, tenting his loose pants.

Camboy!Shoto who goes from teasing his fans with little exposing pictures to fucking his fist on camera.

Camboy!Shoto finds playing with hard dick, on camera, too embarassing but does it anyway.

Camboy!Shoto who moans the loudest when humping into his dark navy pillow.

Camboy!Shoto who takes his side hustle to work when him, when he uploads a video jerking off in a grey suit on maroon couch.

Pro hero Shoto who cums ropes on glass table in his office. Who paints the floors in his room white. Who continues to jerk off his cock, till his tip is angry red and his cum dry.

Pro hero Shoto who always comes to work an hour later on Mondays because of his Sunday night duties.

Pro hero Shoto who thinks he is slick when he builds a separate room for his camera gear. Who only ever films in his office when he knows that the floor is empty.

Pro hero Shoto who has mastered the art of camera angle and people can never really connect that camboy Icyhotshot is Pro hero Shoto.