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shibaraki · 11 months ago

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STEADY BEGINNINGS ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, developing relationship (eventual friends to lovers), touch starved shouto, physical affection (hand holding + long hugs), good god the yearning, obliviousness, jealousy, fluff + angst, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency

wc: 3.8K

series masterlist: 2/5

Shouto was born to be a hero.

It is a sentiment shared by reporters and fans alike. Todoroki Shouto, the pride of Endeavor, the saving grace of his family name. True, his development had been entirely up to chance—no matter the intent or cruel desperation behind his father’s actions, he had to rely on the probability that the next offspring would win the genetic lottery—but low and behold, he did, and to many people that alone was a sign of destiny at work.

Ultimately, he chose to continue the path of being a hero himself, but no higher being put him there. His father did. At the time of his birth Shouto had not been a son, not even a baby. He was a project. A small, shapeless, squirmy thing. Malleable, like any young mind. It’s a miracle he retained any will and individuality.

Sometimes when alone with his thoughts, Shouto would hypothesise on the whys and the hows. The conclusion he always comes to is this: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist.

While his existence was planned, and wanted, he was to be a hero and as such, wasn’t cut from love—that came after. He loved his mother. So much so that when she hurt, he hurt. When she cried, he cried. She taught him what it meant to be gentle, to have hope, to aspire to be his own person. Years spent amongst the country's finest heroes and Shouto still regarded his mother as the bravest woman he knew, strong because she refused to be hardened by her circumstances; soft so that she can’t be broken again.

You are like his mother in that regard. Those same echoes of reassurance that softness isn’t weakness, and it isn’t earned. You’ve been touching him more as of late, as if determined to prove it. Static between brushed fingertips, words expressed by simply pressing your knees together, the weight of your hand on his bicep to garner his attention. The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.

Nobody bats an eyelid to this shift in physicality, which makes it all the more difficult to determine whether he is reading into things or not. It could be that he’s noticing those small instances only because it’s you, and you are all he can think about lately.

You’ve given him permission to reciprocate. He merely has to ask for more if he wants it. What Shouto hadn’t accounted for is the unbearability of being vulnerable enough to ask. An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it. He can’t help worrying you’ll see right through to the bottom of his desires.

A hand comes into view. Bakugo’s ash-smudged finger and thumb pinch and snap together in front of his face. “Come back to Earth, dumbass. Your thousand yard stare is scarin’ my new assistant”.

Shouto blinks out of his stupor and the blurred vignette surrounding his vision recedes. He glances at the skittish man sitting outside Bakugo’s office currently sending worried glances over his shoulder. “I think he’s more scared that you’re back,” Shouto intones dryly. “Isn’t he the fourth one this year?”

“Not my fault they’re all wimps,” Bakugo huffs. A slap reverberates around the office as he throws down a manila folder onto his desk and drops heavily into his chair. He regards Shouto with suspicion overtop his computer monitor. “Whatever you were just thinkin’ about—stop”.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking about”.

“I know you always manage to make Olympic level leaps in logic,” Bakugo rolls his eyes and tears open the folder. He slides out what Shouto assumes is a debrief and flips it between his fingers. Shouto keeps quiet. He reclines into the couch cushions and returns to reading the incident report on his lap, counting down from ten in the privacy of his mind. Anytime now.

Three, two, one.

“So what is it?” Bakugo asks, trying too hard to sound flippant but landing squarely on irritation. “Spit it out before you give yourself an aneurysm”.

Shouto opens his mouth and closes it again. A wave of hot embarrassment washes over him. He knows Bakugo will do him the kindness of being blunt and honest but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating to admit.

In their younger years Shouto saw something of a kindred spirit in Bakugo. He too did not like touch and aggressively voiced his distaste for it whenever he got the chance—which was often, because divine intervention sought fit to give him the most tactile, handsy friend group possible.

As they got older though, Shouto began to realise that the protests and threats were hollow. Despite being vehemently against affection, Bakugo would allow it anyway, and sometimes even seek it out. The aggression was bravado. Bakugo liked having his friends draped around his shoulders. He liked when Mina kissed his cheek, or Kaminari played with his hair, or Kirishima gathered him into a too-tight hug, or Sero tangled their ankles together on the couch.

Only, for him to comfortably accept it, Bakugo needed to act as though he were doing them a favour by allowing them into his space. And Bakugo’s friends played along without complaint.

From what he’s observed you are also an affectionate person. You are liberal with your warmth and adapt seamlessly to the boundaries of those around you. But you were also visibly uncomfortable whenever people took that affinity for intimacy as an open invitation, and recoiled if they encroached on your own.

Shouto has imagined reaching out only for your body to flinch away from him more times than he can count. It’s a battle staged in his head, ingrown fears. The possibility alone was enough to keep him from reciprocating, set in a state of fawn-like inertia.

“There’s somebody I want to get closer to. A friend,” he begins. Bakugo makes an inquisitive noise, props his cheek against his fist and narrows his eyes as he listens. Shouto retells the story in part, deciding to omit your name, and by the tail-end of it Bakugo’s forehead is deeply creased in dissatisfaction.

“You make all your own problems, Halfie. Y’know that?” he mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and sinking back into his chair. “Fine, you don’t want to make this person uncomfortable, or whatever. If you need a hug so damn badly, why not ask Deku? Not like he’d say no”.

Knowing Bakugo would make his dilemma sound ridiculous is one thing, actually hearing it is another. “How do you know it isn’t about Midoriya,” Shouto returns petulantly.

“It ain’t Izuku or anyone else from your nerd squad,” Bakugo says, dropping his hand to drum on the desk. “I would’ve heard about it”.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t touch people. And that’s fuckin’ fine, yeah? But if you had, I know for a fact any one of them would’ve burst into tears and told everyone in a five mile radius”.

“Oh,” it leaves him a little off-kilter to hear. Shouto leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, setting the report on the dark wood coffee table. The corner of the page is curled, and the spine is creased, and the ink annotation has smudged under his thumb. He details these things as he deliberates, the excuses cloying in his throat and thick like he might cry too.

Bakugo was right—if he craved close contact so badly, why couldn’t he go to Midoriya? He knows he would likely be met with enthusiasm.

“You don't have to tell me who. I don’t care. But you’re overthinking it,” Bakugo grunts at his lack of response, in a way that very much suggests that he cares. “Go ask. If they say ‘no’ it’s tough shit, but the world isn’t gonna end. From what you’ve told me they wouldn’t say ‘no’ anyway. Dumbass”.

Shouto nods and gives up the pretense of reading the paperwork. He feels coltish as he stands and brushes down his front, straightening the creases.

“You’re right”.

“I know”.

“Thank you, Bakugo,” he says. A small smile unfurls across his anxiety-bitten mouth. “You’re a good friend”.

“Shut up,” Bakugo grumbles. It’s a testament to his concern that he hadn’t cursed Shouto there and then. “Now get out of my office. What are you doing here in the first place? You got your own!”

“Yours gets all the sunlight. And it’s always quiet because nobody comes in here,” Shouto ignores the baleful slit of an eye Bakugo turns on him. “I’m going to take my lunch now”.

“Do what you want,” Bakugo dismisses haughtily, and Shouto smiles while thinking, not for the first time, that he’s very lucky to have friends like these.

The fidgety assistant bows as he exits and turns into the sun-drenched hallway. Warmth drapes around Shouto’s shoulders, lingering at his nape while he descends the dark stairwell where the light doesn’t reach. His boots thud against the linoleum, and he counts each footfall to keep his face neutral as his legs carry him toward your department.

Somewhere between one and one hundred and thirteen, a fraction of Shouto’s courage starts to dwindle. He grits his teeth. A hundred steps can’t be enough to dissuade him after decades of denying himself any kind of indulgence.

The further he goes into the support wing the more elaborate the layout becomes. You’re in research and development, assigned a workshop close to the quirk analysts. Heads turn as Shouto rolls through. Heroes didn’t often make personal visits to this area. If he thinks hard enough he could count a grand number of two past visits and neither of them were for you.

His stride falters when he catches sight of your nameplate. It is fixed to the wall outside your door, polished and gleaming proudly. Shouto traces the characters of your name engraved into steel before raising his hand to knock.

Your voice rings out from inside, “Come in!”

A pitched beeping sound comes from overhead. The workshop doors begin to open in a theatrical fashion, receding like curtains to reveal your space. The floor is mapped out with tape. Clear boundaries drawn between the work benches, the fume cupboards, the vault and your personal office, in an attempt at organised chaos. He might have been more interested in poking around for the first time if he had not felt on the edge of intrusion.

You’re tucked behind your curved desk surrounded by numerous monitors that dwarf your frame. Shouto furtively takes in your cute, rumpled appearance. The upper half of your coveralls have been undone to reveal an undervest, sleeves tied tight around and accentuating your waist.

“Take a seat, I’ll be with you in…” the dull tapping of practiced keystrokes comes to a stop as you notice him in the doorway. The professional veneer disappears. “Shouto?” you say, mostly to yourself. Your gaze slides beyond his shoulder, looking for whoever might be accompanying him. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a worried twist in your mouth that he wants to smudge away. A look in your eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at his being. Shouto rolls his shoulders, shaking off the tension, and moving deeper into your office. The doors close automatically behind him. “I’m okay,” he assures, taking the seat across from you.

Your expression gentles, and he likes how your gaze follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me,” he continues. “But if you’re working I can head back”.

“Lunch?” you repeated. Your eyes darted to the corner of the monitor closest to you and promptly widened. “Oh, shit. When did that happen?”

An upswing of fondness catches him like a blow to the chest. His mouth quirks into a smirk. “How long have you been here?”

“Too long. I got lumped with a new project a few days ago and it’s almost done,” the monitors shut off one by one as you sheepishly press each button. Then you gave him a soft, apologetic look, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. Must’ve missed me if you came all the way down here”.

Dread shriked through him. The low whirring from the equipment scattered around your workspace is suddenly inordinately loud. Was he that obvious?

You, however, fail to notice Shouto’s anxiety and grab him around the wrist as you pivot the desk. “C’mon. Let’s go before the good stuff is gone,” you tell him.

Shouto had absolutely no clue what the ‘good stuff’ entailed—maybe he should’ve bothered to ask. Atleast it would take his mind off your hand. It’s wrapped around his sleeve, right where the fabric ends, loose enough for him to unshackle from if he wants. When he doesn’t protest the contact you stroke your thumb in an arc over the heel of his hand and squeeze.

Shouto falls into step, too caught up to realise you’ve taken him to the cafeteria. He expects you’ll drop his wrist in the presence of your colleagues, yet you adjust your grip and glance back at him with an encouraging tilt of your head.

“I’m starving. I think I’ll get a rice bowl. Smells pretty good today, don’t you think?”

Shouto hummed his agreement. He felt out of his depth, and he didn’t trust his voice. The spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to his throat. The line is mercifully short and before long he has a warm bowl of food held against his front.

“Did you want to sit in here? I can take us to one of the senior staff lounges instead if you want,” you cast a nervous look across the sparse crowd. “I mean, support engineers aren’t really gossiping types but…”

A petty part of him hoped the whispers would escalate. To have your name linked with his, to be known as a person that you cared about—he found that deeply satisfying, for reasons he couldn’t yet put his finger on.

Then again, being alone with you far eclipsed the appeal of flaunting your friendship. “The senior staff lounge sounds best,” he answers after a minute of feigned consideration. You nod, regretfully having dropped his hand, and motion for him to follow once more.

The lounge is a modest room with a kitchenette, a breakfast nook and a few bean bag chairs. It smells faintly like peeled oranges. There are post it notes and blueprints haphazardly stuck to the pinboard, covering an out of date calendar filled out in illegible scrawl. This is no shop awning. There is no rainfall to lend to the ambiance. But you are together in an enclosed space, and that is enough to make his heart beat in anticipation.

You scoot into the breakfast nook. He sits on the same side of the table and tries to subtly spread his knees enough to nudge your thigh. You side-glance in surprise but choose not to mention it. Instead you smile through your first mouthful and ask, “How've things been since I last saw you?”

Achy, like he’s used an atrophied muscle. Lonely, and frustrating beyond words. But he doesn’t say any of that. He digs crescents into his thigh through his pant leg and says, “Boring”.

“Figured that might be the case. I saw the livestream of you fighting Haywire,” you bump your shoulder against his. “The Commission probably dumped a whole load of paperwork on you, huh?”

Shouto wrinkles his nose. He hoped you hadn’t caught that fight. The pursuit of Haywire—an eco terrorist with an electrical quirk—managed to cause an unprecedented amount of damage to the city infrastructure.

“You handled it as best you could. The power grid can be fixed. What’s important is people are alive because of you,” a warm weight covers the fingers restlessly whittling at his pant leg. You pet his hand, “I’m glad you weren’t hurt”.

Guided solely by his impulses, the instant you start to draw back he envelops the top of your hand and sandwiches it between his own. He goes hot and cold all over in quick succession. Boundaries, he reminds himself. But you’re not pulling away. You’re studying him with a knowing gleam in your eye.

Shouto clears his throat. Heat pricks across his skin, concentrated in his cheekbones. “Sorry,” he says. You can ask, a memory echoes. “Is this okay?”

“You don’t have to apologise. I told you it’s fine,” you reply firmly. “I’m happy to remind you if you need to hear it”.

“No, I…” his brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking”.

“That’s not good”.

Shouto snorts and shakes his head, his amusement petering out into a shallow breath. “I want to ask. I’ve wanted to ask like you said I could,” he explains vaguely. “I’m not very good at it, I think”.

You make a soft, understanding sound that immediately sets him at ease. “I guess, after denying yourself something for so long it can be scary to let yourself have it again,” you murmur, a faraway look in your eyes. After a pensive moment the sheen fades and your laughter lines deepen, “I’ll do what I did before, then. If you look like you need a hug I’ll ask you instead”.

“In what way do I ‘look like’ I need a hug?”

“You get this—I don’t know how to explain it,” you gesture vaguely at him. “This blankness about you, but not your normal resting face, I mean you don’t seem all there. I don’t like it. I like it best when you’re happy”.

“Ah,” comes his eloquent response. Shouto drops his gaze to where your hands knot together. Every quark in his body is urging him to get closer, and remain close. “Bakugo thinks I should try to hug Midoriya, too,” he adds, oddly flustered.

“Huh. You talked to Bakugo about—? That’s a surprise. A nice surprise, I mean! Well, Midoriya does give great hugs. It would be good for you to…”

Shouto’s thoughts grow louder and he frowns down at his rice. You’re saying something about physical touch and wellness and friends. Dopamine and serotonin. It barely registers. Two truths are pinging around his skull.

You have hugged Midoriya. Of course you have. You’re friends.

You think he’s great at it.

Why is that so unsettling? Teenagers think like this. Single minded and overly emotional.

He feels the shifting of your knuckles under his palm. “Hey. You’ll need one of these back if you’re going to eat,” you say.

“Right,” he lifts his left hand and picks up his chopsticks to take a pinch of rice from his bowl. He chews until the clamouring in his mind has settled, and you patiently accept his stoic silence without explanation. Shouto hasn’t been this awkward since highschool, and even then he was too wrapped up in his familial problems to be aware of it.

“What’s the project you’ve been working on?” he eventually asks.

You take the change of topic in your stride, leaning closer and lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you but—it’s for Deku’s new costume”.

“Midoriya is getting a new costume?” Shouto replies. You playfully shush him and he pouts a little.

“Don’t sulk. He doesn’t know yet either,” you poke a chopstick at the corner of his jutted mouth. “It’s my job to prepare a design portfolio and talk through everything next week. You’ll get a new one too, when you break the top five”.

“If,” he amends.

“You don’t think you’ll move up?”

“Reaching the top was never really a priority for me,” Shouto’s attention splinters, half of his focus on the conversation and the other on the sensation of your skin. He considers overturning his hand to entwine your fingers. “I just want to be the best hero I can be”.

You hum, and as if plucking the desire right from his mind, absentmindedly slip into the gaps between his fingers. Shouto steadies his breathing and takes another mouthful.

The rest of the hour passes, syrupy and slow like molasses. By the final minute Shouto’s palm is sticky and reluctant to part from yours. You usher him out from the breakfast nook first, stacking the empty bowls before directing him back toward the emptied cafeteria.

You slide the bowls along the counter for the kitchen staff to take. Then you wipe your hands down your front as you pivot to face him, thrusting out both arms as he stands frozen.

“Can I hug you?”

Shouto touches his face and you laugh.

“This is because I want one,” you clarify with a warm grin, beckoning him closer.

Shouto inhales steps into the embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around your back. There are less layers this time—the heat of your body is overwhelming, alongside the gentle rise of goosebumps across your bare shoulders. Your breath fell gently on his collarbone, his head lowering to curl into you. He thinks, were he not born to be a hero, he must surely be born for this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, squeezing his waist a final time as you retreat. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

Shouto nods. Your presence moves away like the sun being blocked out and he watches you go, departing words caught in his teeth, an incessant buzz in his fingertips. The walk back to his office is a gauzy yellow haze. Every physiological response in his body told him that he was in a free fall, despite his feet being firmly on the ground.

“Shouto!”

Shouto halts mid-step at the familiar voice. He turns to look at Izuku, at the tentative beginnings of his smile. “Izuku,” he says.

“We missed you at lunch—are you feeling alright?” Izuku asks, slightly bemused. “You look kinda… floaty,” his eyes are dark, softened in the afternoon light as they sweep over Shouto’s figure and his face.

"Izuku," Shouto said before he could convince himself otherwise, “Do you want a hug?”

The innocent question appeared to crash into Izuku with the levity of a bullet train in motion. Tears sprang to his eyes, brighter now. Shouto tenses as he is swept into a solid hug. Izuku smells like fresh air, sweat and sweet-salty broth. He holds Shouto as though trying to keep his seams from bursting; thick arms are secure around his shoulders, and a rough palm rubs broad strokes down his back, smoothing the tension until Shouto is relaxed.

You were right. Izuku does give great hugs. Shouto came away doughy, and fuller, and with the stark realisation that while touching Izuku soothed the ache, it still felt completely different to touching you.

Later, as he leaned his head against the desk surface, he sluggishly contemplated the implications of that.

#bnha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #mha x reader

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sister-of-hitoshi · 9 months ago

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Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff! This one has a lil drabble too hehe~

Katsuki Bakugo

A noisy weekend afternoon, pathetic winds making noise through the damned trees, and the extras just being extras, Katsuki Bakugo was fed up with the day, wishing for evening to come already, so that the common school gym opened and he could get started with his weekend training regimen.

It was literally just another shitty day.

Even his s/o had gone somewhere so he was all alone.

Not like he'll ever admit to missing them.

From the common room, he made his way to his own room, wishing to be just left by himself.

However his extremely polite wish to the gods was not granted.

Since he'd stumbled upon a damned brat right after entering his room.

Wtf?!

"What's this thing doing here...?"

Was even more stunned when that same brat had swiftly crawled upto him, and then upon him, and had landed on his shoulder.

The brat's crawling speed was unreal.

He wasted no time in grabbing the brat with one hand and shoving the thing on his bed.

"Who are you?" He inquired, making an expression which would be enough to scare any brat away.

But of course, you weren't just any brat, you were a special brat.

So, instead of answering his question, you did the next best thing that came to your tiny brain, you mimicked his question, asking him who he was, your lips curling into an innocent smile.

Wait- he feels he knows this smile-

"Y/n...?"

You hold his face in your chubby hands and nod vigorously.

He feels proud first, shocked next.

"How tf?"

Immediately became more gentle with handling you, his precious dumbass.

Didn't waste any time informing Aizawa about the situation. After much thought, Aizawa had reluctantly agreed on letting Bakugo be in charge of his fellow classmate.

"You are under my care huh?! Well you better behave AND ADDRESS ME AS YOUR MASTER!"

Loves how you broke into fits of giggles just after.

Most of your conversation with him was just playful banter.

"BA-k-bojhfh yur name's hawd" you say while poking his cheek

"WAIT-HOW COULD YOU SPELL MY NAME WRONG??!"

He was like an experienced caretaker. He immediately understood how you were feeling at any moment of the day, and caught onto your eating habits with the precision of a seasoned professional.

He kept in touch with both his studies and recovery girl, who informed him about the period of 3 days for the effects of your current state lasting.

Nothing that he couldn't handle.

Most of the times you were perched onto his shoulder like a baby bird.

He found your shenanigans enjoyable.

Except for the fact that you seemed to get his name wrong everytime.

After a few minutes from his trip to recovery girl

"There are three cards arranged here. Now get the cards one after the other and spell it correctly" Bakugo said in a somewhat calm manner- the calmest he could get with his anger

You nodded in response, picking the first card.

"B-A....Ba!"

And then you show it to him. "Baa!!" You say more eloquently in an excited manner.

You pickup the second pair.

"Kuuu~" you chirp happily as he nods in a satisfied manner "Baku!" You repeat happily.

Bakugo with his folded arms kept watching you, hoping that now you would finally get his name right.....(also not to hide it- he enjoyed the sight of his adorable partner trying to learn his name)

It was going fine until- "GUo...?"

Now Bakugo got a tick mark on his forehead and his triangular eyes appeared.

"AAAGGHHHHDAMNIT" He shouted with his hands pulling at his hair "NOW GIMME THOSE CARDS YOU CAN DO NOTHING"

You just nodded enthusiastically and gave him the cards, and perched on his shoulder.

"Say it-Ba"

"Ba"

"Ku"

"Kuu~"

"Go"

"...Go?"

Bakugo saw a new ray of hope-

"Now say it!- Ba-ku-go!!"

There was one minute of silence until-

"Bakujjgfxhuj-"

OH C'MON IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!" Bakugo said, being exhausted.

And you burst into a fit of giggles.

For Todoroki Shouto: Here

For Izuku Midoriya: Here

#mha x gender neutral reader #mha x you #mha x reader #mha #mha x y/n #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #hot head #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha class 1a #main trio

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terrarain · 1 year ago

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what it takes to love

character(s): todoroki shouto, izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo, kaminari denki

summary: the ways they're loved and the ways they love.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, slightly suggestive in hawks's part; overall, just a bunch of fluff bc i'm a sucker for fluff. also, some swearing!!

word count: 3.4k

There's a lot of ways to love and be loved. There's no real right way to love - and that's the beauty of it, isn't it?

The many ways different people can love and be loved.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Todoroki, Shouto.

The process of loving Shouto is a step-by-step one. It’s a learning process when it comes to someone as distant as Todoroki Shouto. It can be a bit of an odd thing, loving someone who doesn’t really… have a solid grasp on something as abstract as love.

It takes transparency. The willingness to bear your soul to him. Sly innuendos and speaking in indirect messages only confuse him. He takes most things at face–value and his social skills are hardly the best with how little he interacted with people his age during his childhood.

So you wait. You wait and you’re there with Shouto for every step of his journey towards reconciliation with himself, with those around him. You’re there with him when he discovers new foods that he likes and you’re there with him when he’s in a less-than-pleasant mood, trying to work his way through complicated emotions.

You’re staring intensely at the golden band, seated on a stool at the kitchen island, when you hear footsteps coming from behind. You don’t startle, though, already having an inkling as to who it might be.

“Is something wrong with the ring, love?” Shouto’s arms wrap around you in a back-hug and you sigh happily. You smile reassuringly up towards your lover – your soon-to-be husband.

“Not at all,” you murmur, reaching up to kiss Shouto in a quick, simple motion. He smiles against you, carefully readjusting his hold on you and turning you around on the stool so you faced him – so he could hold you closer to himself as he returns your affection. “Just unbelievably happy that you’re you.”

He hums against your hair, holding you against his chest. He’s a bit chilly – perhaps from using his ice earlier – but you don’t mind. It’s comforting and it feels blissful in the hot summer weather.

“I’m happy you’re you, too,” he whispers in return. When you pull back a little to look at him, his eyes are filled to the brim with affection and your heart just melts.

The start of Shouto loving you is clumsy, but he is really, truly, trying his best. Shouto in love is unbelievably gentlemanly – he treats you like a goddamn queen. Despite that, though, there is a hidden side of him that he reveals to you – a side that takes pleasure in teasing you with subtle words he’s picked up over the years.

Shouto wants to see all of your expressions. He wants to be with you throughout your journey the very same way you were there for his – and he provides his support where he can. He’s there with you through your highs and lows, because Todoroki Shouto is a man who returns favours. But, more than that, Shouto is unabashedly, wholeheartedly in love with you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Kaminari, Denki.

Denki makes it deceptively easy to love him, cheesy grins and quick touches all around. He’s bright and sociable and gets along well with just about everybody. Falling in love with him is an explosive event and loud for sure; Denki is hardly known for being quiet and subdued, after all.

With him, however, it’s surprisingly hard to get anything substantial from him at first. You match his energy and you make sure that he knows that he can talk to you the way he encourages his friends to open up to him when they’re in distress. You make him laugh when his spirits are low; you do what you can to put a smile on his face.

dumbass💛: omg look

you: where?

dumbass💛: across the room

dumbass💛: near the kitchen area

you: uh oh what is that guy doing?

You eye Bakugou and the mystery person – from your angle, you can’t really figure out who it is or if it’s even someone you know – and watch as they flush and fidget. Bakugou, much to your shock, starts to… blush.

dumbass💛: helLO

dumbass💛: are you seeing what i’m seeing??

dumbass💛: kacchan is going pink??

you: i didn’t know bakugou could look like that lmao

you: ain’t no way that’s the same bakugou that’s always cussing up a storm

A shift to your side. You look up from your phone and arch a brow when your eyes meet golden ones. You’re the first to speak up; “Tired of texting?”

“I wanted to hear your voice,” he replies, attempting to wiggle his brows suggestively. You just snort in response, pinching his side – which, to that, he yelps. “Okay, that and also my phone just died.”

“That’s surprising,” you comment. “Your phone very rarely dies.”

“I was too distracted to charge it,” he says, directing a meaningful look at you. You smile. “Distracted by the beauty in front of me.”

“Alright, casanova,” you laugh, pinching at his cheeks. One of your brows shoot up when he reaches for your phone, watching as he starts tapping the screen away from your sight. “What’cha doing?”

“Tragically, not you.”

“You’re the one who wanted to go to this party,” you reply, lips twitching upwards into a lopsided grin when his free hand pinches a little at the skin of your own hand.

Once he returns the phone, you immediately notice the contact name (💛💛my dumbass💛⚡💛⚡ 😍😘🔥🔥😍🔥) and look up to meet his radiant grin. My dumbass, indeed.

Denki’s mind can be both everywhere and nowhere depending on the day. His thoughts are difficult to focus with how much he flits about everywhere. There are occasions where Denki forgets, regardless of intention, things will slip from his mind from time to time. He will always do whatever he can to make it up, though, because once he loves, his love doesn’t falter.

There isn’t actually a drastic change when the two of you start dating – he’s still a good, dear friend; this time, just with a lot more kisses and playful flirting (of course, he also stops flirting with other people). Denki tries to make you smile every day, always up to some sort of goofy activity or sending you random memes throughout the day. More than anything, he loves your smile. Nothing, to him, is more radiant than you smiling, as cheesy as it sounds.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Shinsou, Hitoshi.

Loving Hitoshi is something that's slow and steady. You develop your relationship with him slowly over the years and it takes a lot of kind waiting for him to come over and knock on the door to your soul.

It takes unfaltering trust. Skeptic of life, Hitoshi is timid when it comes to letting others in because he can’t trust himself. Can’t trust those around him. People are fickle and he knows this, so he keeps away.

But he does surrender, eventually, with enough tenacity. Slight brushes of your fingers against his, sitting just that one centimetre closer to him on the couch, gently poking at him to wake him up from naps – he starts to accept the touch, eventually, and starts to returns those touches with an intensity that has only built up over the years he’s lived.

You’re watching Hitoshi play with the cat sitting about in your apartment – whose name was currently Cat (something that a lot of people question, but you weren’t about to get into the whole origin of naming the cat… Cat) – when an idle thought pops into your mind.

“You’re kinda like Cat,” you comment. This draws Hitoshi’s attention away from Cat, one brow arched and stray strand of hair falling over his face as he cocks his head to the side in question.

“What, like I’m catlike?”

“No, I mean, sometimes, but that’s not what I meant. You’re, like,” you pause, gesturing to Cat, who was sat down primly and coolly staring at Hitoshi and the cat toy he had been trying to get Cat to play with. “--like… Cat. You kinda behave the same way as her. I swear you gave me that exact same stare the first few times I tried talking to you.”

He snorts, not denying your observation, placing the cat toy and instead holding his arms out for Cat to run into. Which she does without hesitation. You let out an amused laugh, leaning forward against the armrest of the couch you sat on.

“That, too,” you snicker. You pause for a moment before standing up and spreading your arms out with a bright smile. Hitoshi returns the very same smile, padding right on over to you without hesitation.

Hitoshi, once he’s opened up, is a kind lover. For a lack of better terms, he’s whipped for you and completely wrapped around your finger without any complaints. He’s attentive and thoughtful and, after a point, he stops holding back and smothers you in all of the affection he’s bundled up deep within.

There’s a sense of trust that years of friendship has built up and is nigh-impossible to tear down; he has your back and you have his. He reaches out more and lets you into his heart, lets you see the scars and worries he hides away and you let him see yours in return. The two of you lean on each other, hands intertwined the whole way through.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Takami, Keigo.

Loving Keigo is a quiet affair, much unlike how chatty Keigo is, unlike how intense his presence can be. The two of you are oftentimes hidden away from public eye.

A charming, roguish grin is what he wears in public and it’s what he dons in front of you during your first meeting. And while that charming roguish smile and the playful quips he shoots out are still a part of him, it’s the quieter moments where he slips and shows himself in his entirety.

It’s no secret that Keigo – Hawks, the number two hero – is a man who moves far too fast for most people. But you try. You don’t take a look at him and give up on him because he’s too fast; you rise up to his challenge and chase after him. You establish yourself as his equal and you show him that you’re there, right next to him.

Keigo, as you’ve learned during your time as his friend, companion, lover, has a fondness for entering through windows. The first few times, his appearances were unannounced and oftentimes gave you a scare – nowadays, though, he sends a feather your way to let you know that he’s on his way to you.

“What is up with you and windows?” you question as you unlock and open the window so the bird-man could climb in. The red feather in your grasp flicks its way out of your hand and back to his wings, which were fluttering about.

Wryly, you think about how you’ll be finding bright red feathers everywhere in your apartment after his visit. And you wouldn’t be the tiniest bit upset at it – it was a clear reminder of Keigo’s presence in your life despite how often he had to leave for work.

“It’s the quickest way,” is his response – a response you’ve heard before. After a pause, he adds on: “Also, it’s romantic, wouldn’t you say? Don’t your romance novels have something about people sneaking through windows to meet each other in the dead of night?”

“Have you been reading my books?” you question with an arched brow, closing the window and watching as Keigo plops down on your couch. Much to your horror, he reaches for the book you had placed down on the little side table next to the couch – and flipped the book open to where you had it bookmarked.

“Now I am,” he grins, turning his attention to the book. You dive in to grab your book from his hands to no avail; he just catches you with an arm and tugs you into him. You’re partially on his lap and locked in place with one arm wrapped around your waist as he reads the contents out loud. “ ‘He groans, burying his face into Lillia’s neck, hips pistoning in and out of her soft body–’ “

“Stop it,” you cry out in embarrassment and Keigo’s eyes flick over the rest of the page before turning to you with the biggest shit-eating grin ever. He’s teasing you.

Keigo merely hums, kneading your waist. “Should I be taking notes from this? Is this the stuff you’re into nowadays?”

“It’s not mine,” you defend weakly, tilting your head back a bit as he presses gentle kisses to the exposed skin of your neck. “A friend lent it to me.”

“Well, I’ve got to thank this friend of yours, hmm?” he muses, pulling you fully onto his lap so he can kiss you more easily. “For giving me some more ideas to try out with you,” he grins as he waggles his eyebrows in the decidedly most unattractive way ever, and you just roll your eyes before pulling him in for another kiss.

Keigo is a charmer. He’s good with his words and he likes to pride himself on his ability to read people’s faces and body language. He uses this to his advantage and puts up a front so that people will like him, because he’s convinced that nobody would really like the monster inside of him.

But then. But then he meets you and starts seeing you around – he starts taking note of your presence and it’s inevitable that he ends up tripping over himself just for you. He slows down for you in his own way. He pays closer attention to mundane details that he normally wouldn’t have paid any mind to.

He lets down his guard around you because he trusts you, and that’s something huge to him – he’s gentle with you. Frighteningly attentive. It’s like second nature to him, tending to you – he takes care of you in any way he can. Keigo is downright clingy when he’s in love and he can never get enough of you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Midoriya, Izuku.

It’s not as easy as some may think upon an initial glance at Izuku to love the poor boy to. He’s full of love but he struggles to allow himself as much love as he gives. You’ll have to be the one gently reassuring him that he’ll be okay, the one reminding him to take care of himself because people care about him. You care about him.

As you love Midoriya Izuku, you hold onto a boundless sense of determination and you’re as stubborn as a bull. Teaching someone to love themselves whole-heartedly is an endlessly difficult task, but never a burdensome one for you.

One of many days, you lace your fingers together with the mossy-haired boy as he looks at you wide-eyed, mouth clamping shut mid-ramble. You offer him a smile as you rub a thumb along his hand. “You’re spiralling again,” you murmur and he sags against you; an exhaustion he hesitates to show most others.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but you give him a look that has him saying something else. “Thank you,” he murmurs and your heart clenches. You let him hold onto you tightly, fiercely, like you’d fade away if he let go even a little bit. You press a kiss to a freckled cheek, squeezing him back. Reassurance that you wouldn’t leave him.

“Now, are you going to let me go to make a meal or are you going to just sit here and starve?” you speak up after a few moments of tender silence, tapping at his back gently. With great reluctance, he releases the tight hold he has on you but doesn’t ever let go of you. He sticks close behind you, scarred hand tightly grasping yours as the two of you meander into the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” he questions, peering over your shoulder as you rifle through the fridge for ingredients.

“Katsudon,” you laugh as he immediately presses a ticklish kiss to your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘God, I love you,’.

Izuku is never without a burden; this burden only gets heavier as the years go by, the title of Japan’s number one hero heavy on his back. While he runs around as a reliable hero, as someone all of Japan can depend on, you and his close friends still see parts of the mousey boy you guys had befriended all those years ago back in highschool.

And while Izuku isn’t particularly good at accepting love, he gives out so, so much love. Perhaps more than is healthy for him – self sacrificing to a fault and always working for the sake of those around him.

He never forgets. Izuku remembers everything about you and that is how he loves; he pays close attention, tends to your needs. He doesn’t miss a single date, doesn’t forget anything you tell him no matter how mundane; Izuku gently pries you apart and works hard to take down any walls you have up around yourself.

Izuku can’t always be there for you. It’s the reality of him being a hero; long hours, unpredictable emergencies – the list goes on. But he makes every second count and does his best to make you happy. You have to make sure you take care of him, too, as he quickly forgets about himself when in the process of loving you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Katsuki, Bakugou.

Loving him, quite frankly, takes a lot. Far more than others. It’s an ugly process and it’s hard to put on any form of rose-tinted glasses for someone as intense as Katsuki. Loving Katsuki can be hard. Nonetheless, you work your way through his highs and lows.

It takes patience. Lots and lots of patience – but you never let yourself be a pushover. There’s a delicate balance that needs to be maintained and, honestly? It won’t always be maintained completely. There’ll be dips favouring one side from time to time – and when that happens, it takes a lot of understanding to mend frayed threads.

But that doesn’t stop you, because as explosive and bitchy as Katsuki can be, there are still parts of him that had charmed you and parts of him that you want to discover.

You’re reminiscing on the days you spent with Katsuki back in highschool when there’s a shuffle and quiet grunt next to you. The arm around you, heavy and warm, tightens when you try to sit up. You simply stare into your husband’s eyes, which were now blearily blinking awake.

“What’re ya’ starin’ for?” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“Just thinking,” you smile warmly, poking at his cheek. He doesn’t fight back against you and just lets you do as you please, much to your satisfaction. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of seeing Katsuki so – so relaxed. Waking up with him next to you, with you in his arms, was a domestic event that you would’ve never expected to happen back in your guys’ youth.

“ ‘bout what?”

“How much of a softie you are now,” you chuckle, pressing your lips to his in a slow kiss. He immediately reciprocates, though not with his usual intensity due to his sleep-addled state. He grumbles when you pull back, the hand around your waist snaking up to your hair so he can run his fingers through your hair.

“I’m only this damn soft because of you, alright?” he huffs and you just laugh, poking at his arm to try and get him off of you. He just scowls in response, tugging you closer to him.”

“We have to get up,” you murmur, the voice of reason, much to his chagrin. “I have work this morning and so do you, darling.”

“Jus’ a little longer,” he whispers. You find it hard to argue against him, especially when you’re basking in his warmth – especially when you know you’ll probably start missing his touch after you step out of the house into the biting cold of the winter winds.

“Just a little longer,” you surrender, burying your face into his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat.

To his credit, Katsuki changes. He grows over the years – he matures and it’s a slow and arduous process. He’s hardly gentle and sunny like Midoriya, and he’s far from a gentleman like Todoroki. But he gets a hold of himself. He does his damnedest not to hurt you. And when he hurts you, he works tirelessly to correct his wrongs.It’s downright shocking to those around the two of you – how much Katsuki has changed and how mellow he is when he’s in your presence.

He’s careful with you and lavishes you with affection in his own ways; he holds you carefully, he gifts you things you have your eyes on, he has goddamn books on how to be a good lover (which, when you found those on his bookshelf, he pretended that he was just keeping them at Kaminari’s request; they’re Kaminari’s, not his. It’s endlessly endearing how much of a dork he actually is).

a/n: as it turns out, when you only ever write for the same 2 characters, writing for other characters is hard,,,, mannn sorry GAHJAHG

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❝ CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE ❞

nnn is over! how did these boys fare last month?

characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou

genre: smut

warnings: fem!reader, minors dni, everyone is 22+, bakugou (teasing), kaminari (quirk play, sub!kaminari), midoriya (masturbation), todoroki (somnophilia, cunnilingus), shinsou (catches you maturbating, quirk play), kirishima (breeding, mentions of cunnilingus), pet names (angel, love, babe, kitten, princess)

author’s note: enjoy this treat while i hole myself up in blue lock brainrot-

+ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

when the boys were discussing the challenge in the group chat, of course they had to rope bakugou to play along with them. and to no one’s surprise, he thought the whole ordeal was completely dumb and more trouble than it was worth. yet they somehow got him to partake through relentless provocation, poking at his nerves until his pride no longer allowed him to remain silent and his thumbs vehemently typed a message back, stating in all caps—BRING IT ON YOU MORONS.

what he failed to consider was how little it actually takes to get him riled up. especially when it comes to you.

on the very first day of the challenge, he freezes in his tracks, arriving home from work to find you standing at the doorway. one of his dynamight t-shirts is draped over your pretty figure, a sweet smile adorning your lips. a simple yet effective recipe to get him on edge.

bakugou has to swallow the thick lump in his throat, fists clenched at his sides, attempting to muster some willpower to resist you. the challenge looming over his head somehow makes his instincts want to act up even more, slowly feeling something stir in his pants.

it’s only the first day, dammit, calm down!

are some of the few thoughts running rampant in his deprived mind. and all from just you in his shirt? it’s fine, if he can resist you now, then he’ll surely make it through the whole month without a hitch. right?

you tilt your head naively, unaware of what has him hesitating to greet you back. holding your arms out, you try ushering him into a “welcome home” embrace. the fabric of the shirt raises ever-so-slightly, but it’s just enough to see the chiffon fabric of your black panties above your supple thighs. that’s when his nonexistent resolve breaks and he gives into you, suddenly dashing from the doorway and carrying you in his arms.

his lips quickly overwhelm you, voice reduced to a whimper in the presence of his tongue seeking yours. “those dumbasses made me agree to some challenge,” he mutters between kisses against your skin, “knew it was fuckin’ stupid to begin with. be a fool to give this up for a whole ass month.”

you can’t seem to follow every word, engulfed in the hot sensation that travels between your thighs. your simple response is to pull him deeper, fingers wrinkling the fabric of bakugou’s shirt as he hoists your body up by the large palms groping your bottoms, transporting you both to the sanctuary of your bedroom.

later that night, bakugou messages the group chat about his quick defeat as your warm body nestles next to him.

the chat erupts in a fit of uproarious texts, a mixture of confusion and hysteria throughout. however, bakugou swallows his loss, knowing that the rest of them will have to suffer for the next twenty-nine days without being able to blow their loads.

FAILED - NOVEMBER 1ST

+ KAMINARI DENKI

being a man in touch with trends, kaminari is the one who issued the challenge to everyone in the first place. which was a surprise, given that he sounded like the last person to have the self-control to stop himself from touching you for a month.

this isn’t very far from the truth, but hey, you have to give him some credit at least. he really did try his best, but unfortunately that resolve lasts only until the end of the first week before he finds himself frantic to be in between your legs again.

his initial strategy for success was simple. he goes about avoiding you in any way he can—leaving early for work and coming home much later after a day holed up at his agency, keeping himself immersed to ward off the aching desire to have your walls hugging his cock. though it saddens you that you have to limit your interactions with him, all for the sake of his standing in some challenge, you still support him. you also figure this could help him exercise some restraint for the future.

however, his thirty-day journey stops short one night while tucked beside you in bed.

when he settles his body under the covers, you rouse slightly from your sleep. “denki?” you murmur languidly and kaminari already feels a twinge in his gut at the sweet, sleepy sound of his name from your lips.

“y-yeah, babe, i’m here,” he assures, his shaky tone eluding your ears as you absentmindedly reach out for him. denki’s breath hitches in response to your arms wrapping around his midsection.

“mm, miss you…” from behind, you pull yourself snug against him. kaminari almost goes numb at the contact. he was already walking on a tightrope throughout the entire week, even a simple glance at you could’ve been enough to make him unravel. now with your soft, pliant body squeezing into him, he was about to be too far gone. your sweet fragrance was making him delirious, his mind going blank visualizing the outline of your tits on his back. god, he can’t take it anymore. he needs you to know exactly what you’re doing to him.

shifting you both around, he has free range to touch you in any way he wants, and the first thing he needs is to feel those pretty tits in his hands. he sneaks under your shirt and overhears your breathy whimpers at the sensation.

“d-denki..!” you gasp, feeling fully awake when his fingertips find your nipples and give them a playful sting of electricity. you arch your back into his hold, pressing your ass against his clothed erection that has him hissing between his teeth.

“fuck, sorry, babe. i couldn’t take it anymore.” his whines are high-pitched and needy as he grinds into you, granting himself some of that sweet friction he missed so much. his hands travel south in pursuit of your panties. he groans at the slick sticking to your folds. “need to be in you. c’mon, please please give it to me, i’ll be good...”

the pleas falling from his lips are so pretty and desperate. it’d be a shame to let him suffer by himself. to help him out, you sit up with the intention of getting on top of him. “okay, but don’t forget that you were the one who suggested this,” you warn with half-lidded eyes looking down at the deep blush painting his face, tugging at the waistband of his sleep shorts.

“yes, ma’am…”

well, at least he can say he lasted longer than bakugou.

FAILED - NOVEMBER 7TH

+ MIDORIYA IZUKU

despite being somewhat confident in his ability to resist you, midoriya was already set to fail the moment he agreed to participate.

this month his hero agency is working on a collaboration with a clothing designer and retailer for an upcoming deku christmas collection, set to debut at the beginning of december. too caught up in his pro hero work and constantly keeping himself in check around you, the collab completely flies over his head. he forgets that a package full of the draft apparel for the collection was supposed to be delivered at his residence today.

he gets notice of the delivery from your text later that day while at his agency.

guess what came? you question in your message, following with an image of a large opened box with clothes sprawled all around. it must have been some time since you last texted him because as he continues scrolling through the chat, he finds streams of pictures you sent of yourself modeling in all the clothes, wrapped up in scarves, sweaters, and other winter apparel in his signature colors. he’s glad he’s in the privacy of his office, otherwise his sidekicks might notice him smiling like a lovesick fool at his phone, seeing his cute girlfriend all dolled up.

when he reaches the end of your message thread though, the smile on his lips slowly disappears. his eyes grow beady at the brightly-lit screen. the last picture you sent is of you laying across the soft sheets of your bed, camera pointing down at your figure with a knitted sweater pulled up above your chest, revealing an enticing set of green lingerie hugging your curves.

midoriya swallows thickly at the sight, eyes roaming over every detail he can see that makes the weight in his pants heavy and stiff. fuck, no one ever said anything about a deku lingerie set. how is he going to go on patrol again like this—hot and bothered while his girlfriend was at home, sitting all pretty with her feet giddily kicking in the air, sinfully aware of what she was doing to him.

there was no way he could ignore the dull ache between his legs anymore. him dialing your number over facetime is the final nail in the coffin. as the phone rings, he situates himself behind his desk, palming his bulge over his costume. when the call goes through, your face comes into view. you feign an innocent expression in front of him.

“hey, ‘zuku, what’s up?” you greet, voice a tad chirpier than usual, “did you like the little slideshow i gave you?” you revel in how flush his expression is, a tint of red swathing over the skin under his freckles.

“yeah, angel i loved it so much… c-can you show me the last set again, please?” he asks quietly, the question morphing into a desperate plea as he adds more pressure against his erection.

“hm, you mean this one?” on cue, you pan your phone so the camera can capture every inch of your body still clad in the fancy seasonal lingerie. from your end, you hear a quiet string of curses and the scratchy sound of a zipper.

“izuku, are you touching yourself to me?”

he shamelessly fists his cock under the desk. “yes, you’re gonna make me lose that bet, angel…”

“is a stupid challenge really more important than me though?” you pout, squeezing your tits together. izuku furiously shakes his head, his pace along his cock quickening desperately. you hum, “come home from patrol and prove it to me then. you might just get your christmas present early.”

needless to say, the crime rate in that area was reduced to zero by the end of the day.

FAILED - NOVEMBER 13TH

+ TODOROKI SHOUTO

todoroki is another participant who initially sees the bet as more bothersome than beneficial. he couldn’t imagine a whole month without touching you. why should he have to control his natural urges around you when taking care of your needs, along with his own, was second nature for him? and all for what—bragging rights? it just doesn’t make any sense.

to convince him, the boys use the logic that edging himself will make the experience all the more mind-blowing at the end of the month. despite the new developments, his routine remains largely unchanged. he doesn’t see the need to actively ignore you, possessing the self-control to leave you with just a kiss on the forehead before bed and ending it at that. must be thanks to all the meditation he worked on while training to be a pro.

he will admit that he narrowly dodged a bullet during the first couple of nights. albeit just barely. unaware of the bet he placed amongst his group of friends, you tried initiating intimacy with him. you sat comfortable between his legs on the couch, a movie showing in front of you. it seemed tonight was going to be a normal occurrence—just a night dedicated to you both catching up on your favorite films—that is until he felt an extra weight against his crotch.

a low grunt almost escapes the depths of his throat when you lift your body to scoot your pretty-self snug on his lap, shifting around with intention where shouto can already sense the point of no return. feeling the first throb of his cock, he has to hold you down by your waist to keep you steady. you face him with a mischievous glint in your eye, waiting for the mood to escalate further. todoroki barely had the heart to tell you he couldn’t go through with things tonight, explaining the bet, and watching your features adjust to the disappointing realization of no sex with him for a whole month.

for his sake, you still kept your spirits high to cheer him on. todoroki was grateful, kissing the tip of your nose as he muses sweet nothings in your ear. “i promise it will be worth it.”

it hurts him to leave you all flustered and worked up, but through the patience of a saint, he manages to get to the third week. most of the time he found extra relief from blasting villains with staggering amounts of ice and flames. things were going well for him, and once he was notified of the others’ losses, he seemed like a strong candidate to survive all thirty days.

that sentiment is smothered when he arrives home one night, crossing into the living room to find your sleeping body sprawled on the couch. his first instinct is to scoop you into your arms and take you to bed, but before he could cradle you against him, your lips part.

“shouto…” a tantalizing moan calls for him, the sound immediately coaxing his cock to attention, and making all the cells in his body go numb. eyes lidded, your voice continues to sweetly muse in your slumber, “need you, miss you so much…”

fuck, the innate desire to take care of you after realizing how much he’s been neglecting your needs overwhelms his reasoning. the bet is far behind him as he’s kneeling in front of the wetness coating your pretty cunt, your shorts and panties half-hazardly pulled down your legs.

the first taste of you in what seems like forever is delicious on his tongue, intoxicating his senses as your thighs squeeze his head, at odds with your collapsing slumber. with his mouth mercilessly fluttering around your sensitive bud, you soon wake up to an earth-shattering orgasm, rubbing your eyes to the two-toned man knelt in the middle of your spread legs.

“i’m sorry, love. i just want to make sure you’re taken care of, and you looked so gorgeous in your sleep, i couldn’t resist anymore.” he grabs your hand, leading it to the tight bulge on his crotch, his balls excruciatingly heavy and seeking relief.

“you’re going to take care of me too, right?”

FAILED - NOVEMBER 21ST

+ SHINSOU HITOSHI

ever the competitive one, shinsou couldn’t pass up the opportunity to one-up all these horn dogs. though that isn’t to say he’s immune to your charms. there are plenty of moments where his resolve runs dangerously thin. every time you walk around the apartment in the skimpiest shorts or let out a particularly long whine while stretching, shinsou has half the mind to come and bend you over the nearest flat surface. but he collects himself, catching his breaths before handling his problems with a long cold shower.

what keeps his streak going is the fact that your schedules don’t align. being an underground pro meant he was stationed to patrol during the weeknights. by the time he was allowed to sleep, the sun would be peeking above the horizon, and you’d be waking up to start your day. thanks to this mundane routine, shinsou is looking to be in the running to complete the challenge.

on a particularly calm night, he’s overlooking the bright cityscape atop a building. his eyes are scanning the areas below, searching for any signs of criminal activity before his attention averts to the vibration in his pocket. he gives the caller id a glance and picks it up without a thought when he sees your name across the screen.

“kitten?” he answers in a hushed tone befitting of his surroundings.

“‘t-toshi, where are you?” your words quiver, seemingly on edge, which has the hero fixing his posture.

“i’m on patrol right now. why? did something happen? are you in danger?” his senses are heightened at the prospect of your safety being compromised, standing on high alert.

“n-no, it’s not that… i–” the short string of silence has shinsou biting his lip, “i just need you to come home.”

at that, shinsou drops everything in a heartbeat, alerting his sidekicks about his absence and letting them clean things up for the night. he swings across mazes of buildings to make his way to your apartment complex, landing at your front door. the entrance is pushed aside, the abrupt slam of the door echoing amidst his steps hastening toward your room.

“kitten are you–?! oh.”

well if this isn’t a sight to behold. when he crosses the threshold of your room, he’s shocked to be welcomed by your naked form spread lewdly on your bed. that feeling of shock quickly morphs into lust, lavender eyes darkening at your hand between your legs, watching your fingers part your folds.

“‘toshi, just need you here with me, can’t come without you.” your fingers work in tandem with your delicious whimpers, trying to massage that spot inside that made you writhe, but to no avail. it pales in comparison to shinsou’s thick digits which always knew where to touch and prod to reduce you to a babbling mess.

the man approaches the bed at his leisure, taking in your debauched state. the bed starts to dip at his extra weight. your skin scorches at how close he is. it’s been far too long.

“naughty, naughty. and to think you were doing so well for me this month, ” shinsou clicks his tongue. he scoots onto his stomach, fingers digging into your thighs to get a better view of your sobbing cunt. all those moments of restraint and freezing showers catch up to him, and his cock starts to ache in his pants. “what do you have to say for yourself, kitten?”

“i’m sor–” the words are hindered by the thick fog quickly blanketing your mind. when your eyes take on a listless hue, shinsou knows his quirk has taken effect.

“it’s too late for an apology now, i need to distribute your punishment.” he cups your chin in his hand, tilting you in his direction. “and only after i make you come on your own fingers will i let you ride my cock.”

FAILED - NOVEMBER 29TH

+ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

this whole month has been a true test of kirishima’s wits. for days upon days, it felt like a higher being was testing him, throwing every single obstacle they could think of to get him to crack and succumb to the sweet temptation that is you and your salacious ways. whether intentional or not, you never made it easy for him. kirishima couldn’t count the number of times his layer of self-control almost shattered right next to you, like when you would bend down and show off your gorgeous ass, or doll yourself up in the prettiest, body-hugging dresses for a night out with your friends.

the thought of ripping whatever flimsy fabric you were wearing and folding you in half right then and there nearly overtook him. he just had to grit his teeth and feign indifference, when in reality his cock was growing heavier, throbbing with every passing day. he almost wanted to cry.

he simply swallowed his desires down and waited out the thirty days. the boys already thought he’d be one of the first to lose anyways so he was extra poised to prove them wrong. as his friends fell one by one to their urges, he was slowly gaining the conviction he needed to endure the next hellish weeks. after reaching the home stretch, he was practically counting down the hours—minutes even—until he was free from the shackles of the bet and could finally have you all to himself.

on the last night of the month, he’s already under the covers with you, who was sound asleep next to him. however, the redhead is wide awake, turned on his side to stare at the gleaming numbers on the digital clock resting on the nightstand. when the clock finally strikes twelve, every cell in his body rejoices. he shoots up from bed, jolting you from your sleep.

“babe, look! i made it! i survived no nut november!” he yells and whoops at his triumph as you’re adjusting to being violently rattled awake.

“that’s great, eiji, congrats–” you don’t even get your praises across before he’s on top of you, lips fervently coaxing yours apart. his hands palm at every inch of your soft body, pushing and pulling clothing away while you whimper below him. his large, toned body towers over you, licking his lips at his prey. “that means i don’t have to hold back anymore.” his guttural tone foreshadows the long night ahead for you both.

you don’t have any idea how many times you’ve lost yourself, too fucked out by the time kirishima was inserting his cock in you and pistoning your insides. prior to that, he was adamant to get you to come at least thrice on his tongue and fingers, ensuring you were prepared for his thick girth after a whole month empty and probably weeping for his cock. now your legs are being pried apart, calloused fingers bruising your flesh as he concentrates on breeding his babydoll.

“fuck, i missed this so much, you were made for me baby, just perfect,” he grunts, too pent up to even think of slowing down despite spilling load after load in your little cunt. you think you couldn’t get any fuller than this, but kirishima proves you wrong, pushing his seed back into you with every hard thrust. “don’t get tired on me now, princess. still got plenty more for you.”

being the sole winner of no nut november he asks the boys to pool together to buy him a new sturdy bed frame as his prize after yours broke the night before.

SUCCESS! - DECEMBER 1ST

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confused-red-head · 1 year ago

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 2 - Butterflies

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, minor self harm (skin picking), pro hero au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers, etc.

"What do you mean Shouto is in my bathroom?! Why is he here?! Shinsou, you better start explaining what the hell is going on!"

You whispered harshly with your shoulders scrunched up to the underground hero, dropping your bags on the edge of the kitchen counter. Shinsou moved his hands from his face as he shifted in his seat. His eyes looked everywhere, but where you stood.

"I technically shouldn't even be telling you this… but we were working on an undercover case involving some drug dealings in the area." He sighed, the bags under his eyes seemingly even more prominent.

You took this time to stiffly make your way into the kitchen, your narrowed eyes still pinned onto Shinsou.

"It was supposed to be kept under wraps. Todoroki was the one who contacted me for help. He believed there was a connection to a previous incident that he dealt with and he needed someone with more experience in this field." He continued as you gathered two cups and a tea container, bringing them to the counter. You placed the tea bags into the cups and poured the hot water from your dispenser.

"Of course, he insisted on coming as backup. No one was supposed to know except us and a few informants. Then… shit hit the fan." Shinsou went silent, still slumped in his seat. The look in his eyes made it look as if the stress from tonight alone took a few years off his life.

It was unnerving to see your usually snarky and straightforward friend beat around the bush so much.

"Shinsou, what happened?"

Your voice and eyes softened at the fact he looked so distressed. There was still a sharpness there, emphasizing that you wanted answers. Then his exhausted eyes finally met your's.

And a part of you wished they didn't.

"He found a body." Frustration and failure swirled in his contact covered irises.

You were silent. Frozen in shock. Your eyes locked onto him as if staring at him would somehow pry the information out of him faster.

"He was supposed to wait in the van. He heard a scream and went to investigate. That's when he found the body… and so did an officer on patrol. He wasn't wearing a full disguise so the officer recognized him. Officer dumbass immediately called for backup and decided to fire first before asking questions." His sweaty hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched into fists.

You leaned onto the kitchen countertop in your disbelief, your forefinger pressed to your mouth. Did you accidently collapse from exhaustion in the street coming home? This seems all too surreal.

"And knowing the police chief here… he doesn't trust heroes as far as he can throw them. The number three hero is now a wanted criminal… the headlines will be everywhere by morning." You added in a breathy mumble, still trying to fully understand that this was your reality.

Shinsou only nodded solemnly.

"... What else is there?..." You knew there was something he hadn't told you.

"He described the body to me… He said it looked like she drowned in nothing. Her skin was blue and water poured from her mouth. Yet her lips were severely chapped and in certain areas the skin cracked , there was nothing around that she could have drowned in. The area around her was bone dry and there was no sign of struggle…"

A cold chill shot down your back.

You heard this before. You've obsessively read over reports with similar autopsy descriptions. Now you really couldn't believe the situation you found yourself in.

"They're back… after ten years of silence and all of a sudden they're back…" your jaw clenches as your gut fills with a mix of emotions; anger, frustration, sadness… dread.

Shinsou stood quickly, taking large strides to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"We don't know that…" he spoke firmly, silently begging you not to jump to conclusions.

"How can you say that when you know just as well as I do that this method of murder is unique to one person…" you bit back.

Shinsou pursed his lips with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"I don't think you should look into this case… but I also know you are the best bet we have to solve this, whether it is them or a copycat killer."

You smugly took a sip of your tea as a smirk grew on your lips, "You're stupid if you think there was even a chance in hell I wouldn't be working this case."

The corner of Shinsou's lips perked as he chuffed and took his own tea in hand, "I wouldn't have told you if I knew you were going to work on this alone…"

You paused as he took a sip of his own tea. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Was he planning on working on this case with you? You didn't have anything against that. You've worked well with him before, but you had a feeling he wasn't talking about himself.

"You're not the only stubborn, little shit that's interested in this case." He nodded his head toward your bathroom door.

"No…" Your brows furrowed in defiance as you stood straight.

"Yes." A satisfied smirk grew on Shinsou's face.

"People are going to be crawling over the entire city for this guy and you want me to work this case with him?!" You set your cup down much harder than you had intended as Shinsou continued to casually drink from his own, having visibly relaxed since he first entered.

"Well then I suggest you better get him a good disguise and hope your make-up skills are up to par." He challenged looking lazily at you through his tired, half lidded eyes, finally coming down from the adrenaline high with the help of the tea.

"Right…" You gave him the most deadpan look you could possibly conjure.

"Don't worry too much about it, you can use the emergency supplies I hid here." Shinsou swirled his cup as if what he just said was the most casual thing in the world.

"You hid shit in my house?! When did you even have time to do this?! Shinsou, what the fuck?" Your face scrunched in frustration at the fact he used your home as some sort of storage.

He just nonchalantly shrugged as he set down his cup and leaned away from the counter, "I'm an underground hero. I can never be too prepared and tonight was a perfect example of that."

You followed as he strode over to the living room coffee table and swiftly tugged it from its usual spot to reveal a storage hatch.

You looked up from the hatch and back at Shinsou. He smirked at your perplexed expression, "...You forgot this was even here didn't you?"

"Shut up…" You crossed your arms in a small act of defiance.

He only chuckled when he unlocked the hatch to reveal a large duffle bag as well as emergency disaster supplies. He tugged the duffle bag out of its place in storage space and plopped it onto your couch.

"It's honestly shocking how perceptive yet oblivious you are. I even left some disaster supplies for you in case of an emergency."

"Awww, you do care." You teasingly drawled out.

Rolling his eyes, Shinsou closed the hatch and returned the coffee table to its rightful place. You turned your attention to the bathroom door again.

"So… there's really no getting rid of him?" You perched your hands on your hips, looking up at him with a pleading look.

"He may look level-headed and stoic, but once he has his sights on something, he's one stubborn bastard." He shook his head.

You groaned, this is going to be a hell of a lot harder than you could have ever imagined. You may have dreamed of getting a chance to find this murderer once and for all, but never having to babysit the framed number three hero while doing so.

"...This better go well or I'm haunting your ass.", You folded your arms and glared at Shinsou who only looked smug as it became clear he got you to fold.

"I expect nothing less." He gave you a small half-smile.

You planted your hand to your hips, and looked at him more directly, "Well, since I'm gonna be busy solving this case and babysitting, what's your plan?"

He shoved his hand into his pockets as he sat on the arm of your couch.

"As far as the police know, Shouto was the only one there and I was miles away from here. I'm going to continue keeping an eye out for any drug dealing activity. I'll also find a way to get any new case information to you. He should have a burner phone on him, just text if you need anything."

"Thinking you're going to infiltrate the police station are you?" You quirked a brow at him with a knowing look.

"Are you sure your quirk isn't telepathy?" He rolled his eyes at you.

"Are you sure your quirk isn't 'Smart Mouth'?" You shot back.

Shinsou tilted his head with a smug grin,"Is that the best comeback you have, Nancy Drew?"

"Shut up. It's late and I'm tired." Your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Fine. Fine. I'll get out of your hair. I'll see you when I see you." He stood and made his way to the balcony parallel to the living room. He slid open the door and turned to some pipes bolted to the building. You watched on from the balcony door as he gave you a playful salute and climbed down the pipes, descending into the alleyway below.

You stood in the balcony door for a moment before retreating back into your apartment. A heavy sigh was ripped from you as the weight of the situation finally seemed to sink in.

You were so fucked.

"I'm okay. This is fine. You can deal with this. You deal with bullshit everyday. This will be nothing. Most of the police around here are stupid anyway."

You mumbled away, wandering over to your bathroom door, figuring you should at least introduce yourself to your unexpected guest. After knocking on the door you introduced yourself, resting your hand on the doorknob.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah. Come in.", his low voice resonated from the otherside of the door.

You turned the knob and opened the door to find Todoroki, sweat-soaked hair falling messily from his ponytail, with the top half of his hero suit unzipped, hanging from his waist, and his undershirt ripped to reveal his bare chest. He winced slightly as he used a cloth to dab at a wound on his side.

Oh. You were SO fucked.

You immediately averted your eyes to the floor, now noticing a few drops of blood that had fallen to the ground.

"Ah… Sorry. I wasn't expecting… that.", You glanced up quickly and made a quick swooping gesture at his person, clicking your tongue, "Then again I wasn't expecting a lot of things tonight yet they happened anyway."

"Sorry. I should have warned you." He leaned, propping himself with one hand using your sink countertop.

"About which part? You, half-naked and bleeding in my bathroom or you and Shinsou breaking into my apartment?"

Todoroki looked away as he pursed his lips and his bi-colored brows furrowed in a clear look of guilt. How this grown ass man managed to look like a kicked puppy was beyond you.

"Sorry… I…", you pinched your nose with a sigh and looked up at him, "I'm sorry… It's been a long night… for both of us. Just… if that wound isn't too bad, go ahead and take a shower. There's towels and a med kit in the cabinet. I'll get you some clothes to wear. If you need help with anything, just call. We can talk after."

His eyes flicked back to you as he graciously nodded.

"Thank you." He breathed out along with a sigh.

You gave him a quick nod in return as you turned and left the bathroom wondering which higher being you could have possibly pissed off for you to deserve this strange form of punishment.

Luckily, Todoroki's wound was just a graze from a bullet. Simply a flesh wound and was easily patched up. He did end up needing some assistance wrapping up the bandage, in which you did everything in your power not to touch him too directly. Now, he sat at your dining table nursing his own cup of tea, hair tied back once again and dressed in a black v-neck and sweatpants.

"So," you start as you sit down across from him after refreshing your own cup of tea, "I know for a fact that you heard our conversation earlier. These walls are thin. But right now I just want to know what Shinsou told you about me, because if you're going to be staying here there's things you're going to need to know about me. Plus, I think it would be kind of unfair since I know more about you than you do of me since well… you're famous and all."

He seemed to take a moment to consider your reasoning and nodded.

"Shinsou hadn't said too much. Mainly, you were reliable and could be trusted. He also made a comment about having a very peculiar quirk. His words, not mine."

You internally cringe as you roll your eyes. Of course he would leave you to suffer explaining your quirk. Reactions varied, but it was usually a fifty-fifty chance between immediate skepticism or over-enthusiastic belief. Both sides were irritating to deal with in their own ways. One thought you were insane and the other thought you were a tool to be used.

"Right. Well. How should I explain this?... I can see auras, residual energy, and… spirits."

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh." His exclamation almost came out as a whisper.

He was silent as his forefinger rested on his lips, seemingly lost in thought. You waited for a reaction. Any reaction. You purse your lips and tapped your fingers on the table.

"This… is usually when people start bombarding me with questions or call me insane." You drawled out, cautiously trying to gauge his reaction.

Todoroki's train of thought was cut short at your statement.

"People have accused you of being insane?" The way he sounded concerned almost caught off guard but you quickly shook it off.

You shrugged, "Well, I can't really blame them. I thought I was crazy too when I first manifested my quirk. I thought there was something wrong with me when I saw transparent people everywhere and a shadow figure staring at me through my window every night, trying to convince me to play outside."

"That… must have been terrifying for you." He said with what you couldn't quite tell was pity or sympathy as his hand tightened slightly over the cup in his hand.

You lazily shrugged again as you leaned back in your chair to fold your arms over your chest, "Eh, I got used to it. It got easier when it was confirmed to be a part of my quirk. Turns out it was something that came from my mother's side. She couldn't see spirits, but my grandmother could. The biggest difference being the fact I have no choice over whether I see them or not. I don't have a 'veil', as they call it. A separation between the world of the living and the dead. After that, I was sent to live with my grandmother until I went to Junior High."

"They sent you away?" Todoroki's brows furrowed, looking disturbed at the thought as he crossed his arms.

"Ah! Well… when you say it like that it sounds really harsh. Though, it's true my parents really didn't know the first thing about spirits and kind of dumped me on my grandmother. It was either stay with her to learn to cope with my quirk… or potentially be on suppressors for the rest of my life. I like to think they chose the lesser of two evils. It's not like I never saw my family. In fact, my older sister practically lived with us too when she was going to high school in the area. My parents would at least call once a week if they couldn't visit. Plus, my grandmother was and still is a wonderful woman. So it wasn't so bad.", your voice softened when you spoke about your family, more specifically grandmother as memories of your time at her house boiled to the surface.

"Though, I do often wonder what my life may have been like if they decided to just put me on quirk suppressors. I definitely wouldn't have found myself in our current situation," You chuckled a bit, but it came out as a bit hollow and fake with your dimming smile.

Looking back at Todoroki, you noticed a somewhat distant look in his eyes. He was taking this pretty well so far. He even zoned in on facts of your story that nobody ever seemed to notice or care for. Yet, here he was looking potentially even more distraught than when he was bleeding.

"Uh… H-hey. Todoroki? I know it wasn't the most ideal childhood, but it's all in the past now so don't worry about it if that's what you're thinking."

This seemed to finally snap him out of his thoughts and his heterochromatic eyes met yours. A shiver ran down your spine at an intensity simmering just under the surface.

"...I must apologize again for breaking in. You seemed… already distraught when you arrived."

"No, I…," you sighed, "I admit the comment earlier was unnecessary. Although, I think I reserve the right to be a little miffed after having my home broken into, especially in our very unique situation, that doesn't mean I should act like a bitch the whole time if we will be working together."

Todoroki shook his head, "As someone who often works with Dynamight, I know a thing or two about 'Acting like a Bitch'. You were only reacting as anyone would. In fact, I'd argue you were quite graceful with your reaction to two men breaking into your home."

"Wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last.", You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the unfortunately true statement.

Todoroki's brows furrowed in concern again, but seemed to dismiss it for another thought he deemed more important.

"If you don't mind me asking, where were you before arriving home? What were you doing so late?" Todoroki leaned on his elbows on the table, his cup empty of tea and discarded to the side.

"Ah, I don't mind. Even the detective needs an alibi. For all you know I could be the killer. Now, that would be a real plot twist... Anyway, I was called by a Mr. Masuda around 10:30 pm tonight. He told me about the strange happenings going on in his ice cream shop. They've been having customers feeling sick, light-headed, and even faint in their shop, but found nothing that could logically explain the sudden incidents. It was clear that this was costing them severely and Mr. Masuda called me as a last resort. Admittedly, a wise choice since there really was a spirit haunting the shop and I was able to appease it."

He nodded, but continued digging for info, "Was there something about this case that made you upset?"

You felt yourself stiffen. How the hell was this guy able to pinpoint shit like this? Then again, you shouldn't underestimate the number three hero like this.

You pursed your lips and looked down to pick at your nails, "Yeah. If I'm honest, I'm surprised you caught onto that…"

Todoroki leaned further in, slightly tilting his head as if he was trying to catch my eyes again.

"May I ask what happened?" His smooth voice spoke softly.

You were silent, contemplating telling the truth. You had to remind yourself that this wasn't something you needed to hide and if you wanted the case to go well, you needed to be as honest as possible.

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

"The spirit… She was a young girl. Six years old, if I had to guess…", you willed yourself to remain neutral as possible, "I can only guess she died recently since she was familiar with Mr. Masuda and another employee. She said her name was Chihoko Konuma and, from what I could tell with the information she gave me, she passed away in the hospital from a lung issue. Her final wish was for her mother to be happy, thus she was attached to the place where she must have had her happiest memories with her mother…"

You roughly picked at a hangnail on your forefinger, "I told her that what would make her mother happiest now was for her to no longer be in pain…She was a smart girl. She even understood her situation to a point… to look a bright, young girl in the eye and confirm that her life has been snuffed out far too soon… it's a difficult thing to do."

A large, slender hand cupped over your own. All of a sudden, you remembered where you were and who you were with. You sucked in a breath and cleared your throat. As you gently pulled your hands away from his, you noticed your forefinger had started to bleed from the nervous picking.

Shit.

"Right. I think that's enough questions today.", you quickly stood up from your seat and swerved around the table, speeding to your bedroom.

"The guestroom is there, just left of the bathroom. Goodnight."

You slid the door closed before Todoroki could even reply and flopped onto your bed. Stuffing a pillow to your face, you let out the most agonized groan in an attempt to ease your embarrassment. You knew sleep wouldn't come easy tonight, not with everything that happened.

For a while you laid awake, watching as a singular white butterfly perched itself on one of the potted plants you placed out on your personal balcony. Yet, the sight seemed to help ease you into a dreamless slumber.

Your busied mind finally finding respite. You no longer cared for your grief, your embarrassment, or your frustration. You couldn't find yourself to care that you hadn't asked him some questions like you had intended, nor could you find yourself to care for how pleasant his hand felt on yours. You only thought one thing as you fell asleep.

'She always did love butterflies.'

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explodcor · 2 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pansexualkiba · 1 year ago

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Hi If I may ask could you take this small idea for me.

All for one shows up just as bakugo comes back alive Izuku realizing something doesn’t reach to grab bakugo hand but runs to embrace All for one. From Izuku side he has woken up his own version of AFO and Comes up with the selfless plan to hug All for one (Who is pretty frozen that his kid is hugging him but in return feels quirks being taken and pulling one for all away) and take a few of his quirks until he feels his body has taken enough but slowly start crack down and AFtomura isn’t having it (more so he is lost a what to-do)

This is all I have I can’t think of anymore I’d like you to make something of it for me please and thanks -🍪 cookie for your troubles

This may not be exactly what you wanted but this is what I was able to come up with - I'm not used to doing requests, haha ^^; @doubleheaded-angel

"Your final boss..." Bakugou grinned manically. "IS ME! DUMBASS!"

"You..." All for One growled. "I thought I'd seen the last of that stupid little mongrel who stole my baby brother from me-"

"WAIT!"

All for One, Bakugou, and All Might's prone maybe-corpse all froze and turned towards the sound. It was......... Midoriya Izuku!

"DEKU?!" Bakugou shouted. "WHEN DID- Fucking, GO TAKE CARE OF SHIGARAKI, I'M STEPPING IN LIKE WE AGREED!"

"Young Midoriya!" All Might coughed out, "You need to prioritize-"

"So." All for One coolly interrupted All Might, "One for All has come to return to me once more-"

"I am here!" Midoriya completely bulldozed over All for One, "And I'm going to do one thing!"

Midoriya sped towards the battlefield.

"I'M GOING TO HUG MY DAD!" Midoriya declared manically.

"HAAH?!" Bakugou's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Y-Young Midoriya!" All Might protested. "Not that I do not appreciate your concern, but there is a time and a place, and besides, I haven't even talked to your mother about such things-"

Midoriya tackle-hugged All for One, who was frozen in disbelief.

"Ah." All Might grimaced. Blood began pouring out of his mouth. "I see."

"THAT L.E.D. SON OF A BITCH IS YOUR DEADBEAT DAD?!" Bakugou demanded.

"All for One has a son?!" Edgeshot reacted in shock.

"Why are you still here?" Bakugou wondered.

All for One... No, Hisashi slowly began to return Midoriya's embrace. "How did... You know? Izukkun?"

"You look exactly how you do in that wedding photo mom tried to shred in the garbage disposal." Midoriya explained.

"Ah." Hisashi grimaced. "That wouldn't happen to be the one from the photo album I treated with Teflon Spray x2, Induced Impenetrability, and Flameproof Object x3, would it?"

"The one with the green cover."

"Yeah, that's the one. She was that mad?"

"You vanished without even paying child support." Midoriya explained blithely. "Anyone'd be mad. Kacchan doesn't call you a deadbeat for nothing."

"AND I'M RIGHT."

They didn't acknowledge Bakugou. Instead, father and son stood there, embracing for what felt like an eternity. The fighting had drawn to a complete halt, as everyone slowly became uncomfortable with this ridiculously private family moment.

Kilometers away, Todoroki Shouto's eyes snapped open.

"Shouto?!" Fuyumi startled.

"Fuyumi-nee." Shouto wheezed. "Something is horribly wrong."

Back with the Midoriyas, Hisashi made to let go of his son, perhaps to ask politely for One for All, but Izuku did not let go. "Um, Izukkun?"

Midoriya began to clutch harder.

Hisashi felt something in him jump. This was not a good thing, as what had jumped was Hair Manipulation Quirk number twelve.

"Izukkun?" Hisashi asked again, a bit more panicked.

Another Quirk, Flame Feet number four. Then Spider Thread number six. Then Spearlike Bones, then Pinkie Promise, then Noise, then Search - all of Hisashi's stockpiled Quirks had begun to revolt within him.

"What is this?!" Hisashi, no, All for One demanded. "What are you doing, Midoriya Izuku?!"

"When you gave Stamina Stockpile to Uncle Yoichi," Midoriya muttered, "You didn't check to see if he had another Quirk. Inheritance fused with Stockpile to create One for All, and that's what I've now inherited from All Might."

All for One's breath caught in his throat - or perhaps that was Prehensile Tongue Quirk number two.

"It looks like," Midoriya continued, slowly gaining confidence, "You should have checked yourself to see if I had a Quirk or not instead of relying on reports from your doctor. Because now that One for All has been passed on to me, it's fused with the actual Quirk I had this whole time."

Midoriya's head snapped upwards to stare his mortified father in the face.

"Tell me!" Midoriya grinned rebelliously, "What kind of Quirk would be born from an Attraction Quirk and a Quirk to take other Quirks!"

All for One immediately began to cycle through possibilities, coming up with two most likely candidates. Foremost, a long-range version of his own was certainly on the table, but then his own son wouldn't be latched onto him like a limpet if that was the case. But the other idea was a Quirk that attracted other Quirks, but didn't keep them. An infinitely weaker variation of his own-

Just like Inheritance had been.

"One for All: Quirk Attraction!" Midoriya declared, proving All for One correct. "Sorry, dad, but consider this child support!"

"You-" All for One grimaced as blood began to mingle with his saliva. He could feel the Quirks leave his body, absorbed into his son's own stockpile. "You insolent brat!"

"That's no way to talk to your son." All Might chuckled from his position on the ground. "What would Inko think?"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY WIFE, ALL MIGHT!" All for One screamed, but his body slowly began to shrivel like a juice pouch as several vitality-based Quirks left him at once. I need to escape! All for One realized. What my foolish progeny has yet to realize is I still have my Mental Ejection Quirk! Times five! Backup, here I come!

Shigaraki startled as All for One entered his brain. "Aw, fuck, I thought I got rid of you." Shigaraki grumbled.

"Wait, hold on," Hisamura frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Our son." Hisashi explained. "That's twice now we've failed to account for our most precious having some invisible Quirk."

"Ah," Hisamura grimaced. "Well, in that event, you are more than welcome to help me eliminate what yet remains of Young Tomura's mind."

"Yeah, no." Shigaraki grimaced. "I'm still going to evict both of you. In fact..." Shigaraki manifested in his brain space and kicked Hisamura into Hisashi, effectively merging the two into one being. "There, that's less confusing."

"Foolish Tomura." All for One grinned. "Don't you realize th- Hrk- What?"

All for One's stomach began to cave in, and then hundreds of hands reached out of the darkness of Shigaraki's mind and grasped at All for One.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" All for One demanded.

"It was my final request for Iguchi." Shigaraki smirked. "In the event of my body getting somehow possessed, I wanted him to spike my pre-pep rally energy drink with that weird hippie tea that makes your third eye prolapse or whatever." Shigaraki became concerned. "I hope he's doing alright..."

"WHY?!" All for One seethed as the hands slowly began to break him apart.

Shigaraki shrugged.

"THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT KIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS-" All for One screeched as he was pulled into the vortex of Midoriya's own version of All for One, having effectively been created by the fusion of One for All and an unrelated, incredibly weak Quirk.

All for One, in the real world, slumped over, dead.

Midoriya huffed and puffed. "Now..." Midoriya heaved, "Now All Might's my dad... You goddamn son of a bitch..."

Kilometers away, Todoroki Shouto closed his eyes. "I am now at peace. Take me home, Touya-nii."

"SHOUTO! NO!" Natsuo begged, "DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!"

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"I'm Pregnant"

TodoDeku Deku: Shouto, I'm pregnant. Todoroki: You're a what now? KiriBaku Kirishima: Baku, I'm pregnant. Bakugo, walking away: Good luck with that. KamiJiro Kaminari: Kyo, I'm pregnant. Jiro: You mixed up our roles, dumbass.

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Desperate Measures (The Hunger Games pt. 7) | Keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. Waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Eri, Kota, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyurozu, Ejiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido

Warnings | gn!pronouns, violence, weapons, cursing, descriptions of injuries

Word count | 4.3k

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Keigo woke up the morning before reaping day with an empty feeling in his chest.

While it wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, he couldn’t shake it as he began to go about his day. He left his house, but the empty feeling followed him out into the market. Usually, he left it at the door, and it was waiting for him when he arrived back at his house, swallowing him once again in solitude.

Today, it clung to him, leeching on his energy and leaving him feeling hollow. What was left was the uncomfortable press of deja vu, and the mental strain of grasping at memories that were just out of reach.

“Keigo, dear,” Chiyo smiled, folding her hand over her cane as he approached her stall. He gave her a nod, glancing over the her impressive collection of medicines and salves. Every day, she seemed to have gotten her hands on some new and remarkably effective medication. Keigo wouldn’t have been surprised if the old woman had black market connections. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for today?”

“Just some burn cream,” he smiled, accepting her outstretched hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh dear, is Touya having trouble again?”

“He’s just stubborn,” Keigo sighed. It had been a long time since Dabi’s burn scars had given him problems, but they’d been more irritated than usual recently, “I’ll convince him to use it, don’t worry.”

“You know I can’t help it, dear. That father of his...” she breathed in slowly, shaking the words away, “well, it’s none of my business. You just make sure he uses this.”

She pressed a generous jar of burn salve into his hands, shooing him away and greeting her next customer before he could ask what he owed her. He left the market reluctantly, not yet ready to return back home.

"Hawks!”

Keigo turned just in time to catch Eri as she jumped into his arms with a laugh. Kota was close behind her, smiling just as wide and grabbing Keigo’s arm.

“Hey there, kiddos,” he knelt down, a hand on each of their heads, “somethin’ exciting happen?”

Eri nodded silently, covering a giggle behind her hand. Kota leaned towards her, putting a finger to his lips with an even louder laugh. Both were peeking over their shoulders, glancing at each other and bursting into new fits of laughter each time.

“Eri! Kota! Run!”

Both squealed and whirled around when you came barreling towards them, smile widening when you spotted Keigo. You were laughing, barely catching yourself from falling as you turned a corner sharply.

“Hawks!” Eri yelled, pulling at his pant leg with a laugh, “come on! He’s gonna get us!”

“Who–”

“Let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, barely slowing down to prepare him to be pulled into a run, followed closely by Eri and Kota. He glanced back at the corner you’d all come from and saw Dabi running at you at full speed. You followed his gaze and let out a dramatic gasp, ushering Eri and Kota around a near corner and dragging Keigo with you, putting a finger to your lips both to quite the kids and yourself. You were laughing between huffs for air, peeking around the corner and giving Eri and Kota a confident thumbs up.

“We lost him!” you whispered, and Keigo couldn’t help but huff at how you managed to make your whisper louder than your usual volume.

“There’s a backway, dumbass.”

Eri turned with a screech, grabbing Kota by the hand and pulling him behind Keigo.

“Hawks! He’s gonna get us!”

Keigo took a moment to look over Dabi. He was completely soaked, water dripping from his clothes and hair to form a puddle where he stood. You laughed at the sight of him, momentarily forgetting the chase.

“You look like a wet dog,” you told him between fits of laughter.

“Eri. Kota,” Dabi was doing his best to look menacing, but it was difficult when water was still dripping from his flattened hair and darkly stained clothes. “Whose idea was this?”

“It was Y/N’s idea!” Eri leaned against Keigo’s leg, pointing back at you with wide eyes. You gasped, backing away as Dabi marched towards you.

“Eri, you traitor!”

“Hawks will protect you!” Eri shouted confidently, pushing Hawks in front of you and running behind your legs, pulling Kota along with her.

“Oh, he will, will he?” Dabi asked with a raised brow. Keigo could see the smile that Dabi was fighting to keep from showing on his face, but he knew as well as you did that Dabi had a soft spot for Eri and Kota. Keigo made a show of blocking you and the kids behind him, backing against the wall and glaring at Dabi with a grin.

“That’s right,” he lifted his chin, eyes bright. He could feel his stress from this morning seeping away, almost forgotten now as he picked faced his friend, both him and Dabi fighting to contain smiles. You laughed behind Keigo, letting out a quiet “oh, sorry” when Eri hushed you.

Keigo was barely able to catch himself when Dabi tackled him, wrapping an arm around his torso and wrestling him to the ground. When both were on the ground, Kota jumped on Dabi’s back with a furious cry, pulling at his shirt until Dabi sat up and attempted to reach behind him. Kota let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a squeal and a laugh, jumping from his back and dashing to Keigo’s side.

“Nice assist, kiddo.”

Dabi stood and glared at Kota, though he had a smile on his face as he tried to get around Keigo to tackle you and Eri. Eri squealed, holding on to your shirt as Dabi grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, protecting yours and Eri’s heads from hitting the ground. He landed with the two of you on top of him, and you rolled slightly so all of your weight was pinning him down. His vision was blocked, but he could hear your and Dabi's loud laughter.

He realized with belated certainty that he was in a dream.

Everything about these moments–the joy, the laughter, the absence of fear–it was all a sign of the past. A sign that this was a memory.

The only thing that was foreign was the intensity of his deja vu, and now his recognition that this moment wasn't real. Well, not anymore. He was in the arena, cold and desperate and wrapped up in your arms. He looked at you–at this dream-version of you–that was suddenly looking back at him like you could see through his skin and bone and into his brain. Like you could read his thoughts like words on a page. He shuddered, uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze for the first time in his life.

He wanted to know how to escape. He wanted to know how to stay forever. He didn't know that he could have such an intense internal battle in his subconscious mind, but here it was: the urge to run and the urge to reach out and hold you and Dabi and Eri and Kota and never let go. They fought furiously, and Keigo looked between the four familiar figures that were all now staring at him with that unfamiliar expression. One that told him that he either needed to except the dream as his reality while he could, or wake up and leave the memory unchanged and untainted.

He decided to stay. Moving back into the space of the memory felt as easy as breathing. Suddenly, he was laughing again. Suddenly, he was free from the games. For just one night, he forgot his present and dove head-first into his past.

"Do you think we'll eventually be able to move somewhere new?"

Keigo had been caught off guard the first time you'd asked that question. Moving out of one's district was almost unheard of, and the rare cases of it happening were usually either related to the games, or a specific trade. He'd never heard of anyone leaving their district just because they felt like it.

Now, thought, he was used to the question. It was a familiar dream that you shared with him, and one that he found himself ruminating on often.

I live outside of District Eight. A life outside of Panem.

A life of freedom.

"If there's a way," Keigo took your hand, guiding you towards him until you were standing between his legs, "we'll figure it out."

"You're very sweet to indulge me," you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding on and pressing you as close as he could. When you straightened, he buried his face in your stomach, sighing against your skin as you ran a hand gently through his hair. It had been a while since he'd cut it last, but he liked the feeling of you running your fingers through it now that it was longer.

"Do you think I deserve to leave?"

Your grip tightened on Keigo, and he closed his eyes when he felt you tug gently at his hair. The days before the Reaping always brought back unpleasant memories of his parents, of his father telling him that he should volunteer as tribute and either win and bring home some money, or die and quit being a burden on them.

It was the only thing they remembered his father saying to him before he was arrested for illegal distribution of pain medication. The charges were based on a tip that Keigo gave the peacekeepers.

On the day of his father's death one year later, he found his mother mother in their kitchen, a empty, unprescribed bottle of pain reliever clutched in her hand.

He hadn't been sorry about it then. He still couldn't find it in himself to grieve.

"You know the answer, Keigo," you told him softly, gentle with him even as you tugged at his hair to force him to meet your eyes, "you know you deserve better than this."

He shook his head, taking your hands and lacing his fingers through yours. They were beginning to tremble, and he tried in vain to still them before you noticed.

"I want to give you a big house," he whispered into your stomach, forehead pressing into your ribs, "and a nice garden. We can grow our own food. And Dabi can cook for us. Eri will take care of us when we're old and decrepit."

"You would trust Dabi in the kitchen?" you laughed, leaning over him when he pulled you forward, pulling you onto the bed until you were hovering over him, pressing his hands to the bed and leaning in to press your forehead to his.

"No," he grinned, "but we can teach him. He'll practice."

"Hm," you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I like this life you're planning for us. Sounds like we won't have to do anything."

"Mhm. Just laze around day after day."

"You know you'd get bored," another kiss to his cheek.

"Not with you there," he spoke lowly.

"Sounds like a peaceful life," another to his jaw.

"I think some peace would do us a lot of good."

"Yeah," you smiled, pressing your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling like putty in your hands. "I'm sorry, Keigo."

"Hm?" he opened his eyes, though it was hard to do much else when you ran a hand gently through his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. "Why are you sorry."

"I wish we could stay here," you said, and he felt a twinge of discomfort. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He knew this moment; it was as familiar to him as his own reflection, but this wasn't part of it.

"We can," he whispered.

"No, my love," you shook your head, pressing your forehead against his and taking a deep breath, "you have to wake up."

"No, I–"

"Win," you interrupted him, voice soft and so, so gentle. He wanted to scream. He wanted to stay, "come back to me."

Day six of the 74th annual Hunger Games

Keigo woke from his dream disoriented, squinting his eyes against harsh sunlight and covering his face with a dry, calloused hand. It was the cold shock if his palm on his cheek that reminded him of where he was. He felt the soft blanket he was wrapped in, as well as the shirt that he’d used as a pillow, but when he reached to the side he felt nothing but cold, hard concrete.

He rolled over, opening his eyes and scanning the empty spot where you’d fallen asleep next to him the night before. Your undershirt was still balled up as a makeshift pillow next to him, and the blanket that you'd shared was draped over around shoulders. Your space on the ground was just as cold as the rest of the concrete.

“If you don’t let me look at it, it’ll get infected,” he heard your voice not too far away, impatient and exasperated. “You were the one who grabbed the blade, idiot.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding it to my fuckin’ throat,” Bakugo growled. Keigo groaned, sitting up at the same time that Shouto told Bakugo to quit being difficult. His eyes were slow to adjust to the light, and his mind was even slower to shift from recalling his pleasant dream to understanding where he was. When he was finally able to comprehend the scene in front of him, he almost laughed.

You had apparently convinced Bakugo to let you dress the wound on his hand after seeing the condition it was in after three days of letting it sit unwashed and exposed. Bakugo was facing away from you, hand held out and scowl etched into his face, deep and clearly unhappy with his current position.

Midoriya was peeking over your shoulder, watching you melt snow between your hands to clean the wound.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"If you would sit still for more than two seconds, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad."

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bed if you had steadier hands!"

Bakugo watched you wrap the cut on his palm with the torn fabric from his shirt. Keigo was almost reminded of Kota, stubbornly refusing your help after he scraped his knee during a heated game of tag.

"Alright, just don't get dirt in it and you'll be fine."

"I was fine before," Bakugo grumbled, but he studied your work and flexing his hand carefully, turning his palm over and looking at the meticulous way you had wrapped and tied the cloth. Keigo couldn't help a smug smile; maybe Bakugo wasn't the rabid animal that he'd been during the interviews.

"Hey!" Midoriya perked up when he saw Keigo beginning to stand. "We decided that we should start moving today. Maybe see where the other tributes are."

"Really?" he furrowed his brows. He would've thought that waiting it out a while longer would be a better strategy; avoiding conflict until the other tributes had weeded each other out had been his plan—especially with Toga and Jin still running around with a grudge. He glanced at you, looking for confirmation. You just shrugged.

"They seem pretty set on it."

There was something about the scene in front of him that seemed so familiar. Maybe it was the fact that Shoto was sitting next to you that reminded him of home, but he couldn't help the nostalgia that rushed into him in waves. He'd been wanting to see the boy alive and well for so many years, for Dabi's sake as much as his own, but this wasn't how he'd wanted it to happen.

He hoped Enji was watching. He hoped he regretted it.

"Alright," he sighed, brushing the dirt from his hair and stretching with a quiet groan, "I don't see why not."

"Great," Midoriya jumped to his feet, moving towards the pile that the three boys had made of their supplies and shuffling through them, "since we all agree, we should head out."

You glanced at Keigo as the others followed Midoriya, collecting their things and putting on their layers. They sure are in a rush to get moving.

"We'll go this way," Midoriya said with finality, pointing towards a grouping of buildings to the north. You shrugged, and Bakugo grunted his assent.

Shouto fell into step with you and Keigo as you began following the others, staying silent as he listened to your chatter about the remaining tributes. Eventually you both fell into silence, and you took a moment to glance at Shoto.

He had certainly grown since you last saw him. His hair was longer, almost covering the upper part of his scar, and he was much taller—he had barely reached Keigo's height when he left. Now he had a couple of inches on him.

But he still looked like Shoto. He looked like the same kid who used to ask you and Keigo to help him drag Dabi to the park, and then rope all three of you into a game of hide and seek. The same kid who loved to ride on Keigo's shoulders and tell him to chase you and Dabi around like the captain of his own little ship.

But he didn't look as happy as before. He'd put on muscle training for the games, and you hadn't seen him smile once since you'd reunited.

You were worried about him.

"Congratulations."

You blinked, looking up and meeting Shoto's eyes once you'd broken out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"On the engagement," he clarified, nodding towards the ring on your finger. Your eyes widened, and you adjusted the jewel so that the stone was centered.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing at Keigo. He was staring at the ground, a mixture of emotions on his face. He caught your eye and gave you a small, forced smile as he laced his fingers through yours.

"I remember when you bought that ring."

Keigo looked up, staring at Shoto with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I remember Touya telling me about it," Shouto shrugged, "you took him, right? To help you find it."

"I...yeah, I guess I did."

"He told me about it when he came home that night," Shouto said fondly. "He was really happy for you."

You pictured Keigo and Dabi looking through different rings, discussing your taste in jewelry and struggling to find the perfect one. You almost laughed imagining them arguing about it in the middle of the shop.

You missed Dabi. You missed your home.

"Is he...is my family okay?"

You tensed, and you saw Keigo stiffen beside you.

What went unsaid in that question was, is my father still hurting them?

"They're okay," Keigo responded, meeting Shouto's eyes and giving him a firm nod, "they're safe."

Shouto let out a long breath and nodded back, shoulders dropping as some of the tension drained from his shoulders.

"Hey! Bakugo!"

You and Keigo jumped back at the voice, and you grabbed Shoto's arm to drag him with you.

"Wait, it's–"

"Calm down, idiots," Bakugo grumbled when he saw your and Keigo's expressions. You both had hands on your weapons, and you probably looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice. You glared at Bakugo as he strode towards the voice, looking very unalarmed by the newcomer.

"It's fine," Shoto said to you and Keigo, "that's Kirishima. We know him."

You gave him a bewildered look, then glanced back at Keigo.

If Kirishima was their ally, then your group now made up half of the tributes. That meant that, once the others were gone, you'd have to fight it out amongst yourselves. You weren't exactly keen to go up against Bakugo and Midoriya, and from what you'd seen, Kirishima could handle himself well in a fight.

And Shoto...well, you hoped that he'd support you and Keigo if it came down to the six of you.

"Mina?" you heard Midoriya ask nervously, looking around for Kirishima's partner. You glanced behind you, knife still resting safely in your hand. Keigo didn't look very reassured by Shoto's claim of an alliance. He was probably thinking the same thing you were.

As far as strategies went, this one wasn't very practical. Large groups never worked well, even before the infighting started.

Their mentors must have told them that.

"Oh, she's just...she should be right behind me," Kirishima said, turning around to look for the pink-haired girl, "yo, Mina! Where'd you go?"

"Here!"

You saw her hair before you saw her face. It popped from behind a few bushes, curled on top of her head like she'd styled it carefully that morning. When she came into view, she had a wide smile on her face—in all honesty, the positivity practically radiating from her was very refreshing.

Seven. That was more than half of the remaining tributes.

"What happened?" Midoriya asked eagerly, reaching towards Mina and pulling her into a tight hug. The girl giggled, lifted her feet as Midoriya pulled her off of the ground.

"We'll tell you later," Kirishima said, finaly spotting you and Keigo beside Shoto, "what're they doing here?"

"They're with me," Shoto said, taking a subtle step in front of you.

It seemed unnecessary, as Kirishima accepted the answer with a shrug and turned back to Bakugo.

"And?" Bakugo asked impatiently. "The edge?"

"Oh, it hurts like hell, man. Almost killed me."

"Well why'd you touch it, dumbass?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't see it."

"I did!" Mina interjected, raising her hand happily, "and I tried to warn him, but he just ran right into it. I thought I was gonna hafta give 'im CPR, but he just popped right up after. The guy's indestructible, I swear."

"Don't tell him that, or he'll start doing stupid shit to see if he can take it."

Kirishima pouted, then let out a shout when Bakugo wrapped an arm around his neck and held him at his hip, laughing maniacally as Kirishima struggled.

They seemed...really close.

"They're our allies," Shoto said when he saw you and Keigo's bewildered expressions.

"Pretty big group you've got here, Sho."

"It's–"

"Ejiro, look out!"

The shout came at the same time that you heard a screech. You watched in near slow-motion as Mina's body hit the ground. There was an arrow sticking from her shoulder, and she groaned as Kirishima lifted her up to run her towards cover.

Bakugo and Midoriya were already racing towards the source of the arrow, and you and Keigo followed Shoto when he lifted his bow and pointed it in their general direction. He stalked forward, slow enough that he'd be able to stop and shoot at a shout from his allies.

"You're all idiots!" you heard someone shout, and you recognized the accent from the interviews. It was unmistakably someone from district one, which meant...

"Calm down, Momo."

The girl had come into view now, panting as she pointed an arrow at Midoriya. Shoto spoke calmly, as if he was taming a wild animal.

"No," Momo laughed, "no, this is not what the games are for. This isn't what we trained for! For years, we've known that we were going to go into this together, Shoto! Why are you throwing away your opportunity–"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo growled, taking a step forward and stopping when Midoriya held a hand in front of him, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Cameras, Momo," Shoto said, pointing at the general surrounding area and keeping his eyes locked on his partner's. She finally looked at him, then she locked eyes with you and Keigo.

"The couple, right?" she laughed, "they roped you into their little group too?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching the girl laugh again and glare back at Bakugo and Midoriya.

"This is fucked," she said, "you're all gonna die, you know. None of you are going to win."

"Jesus," Bakugo muttered, turning towards Shoto, "just kill her, Todoroki. She should already be dead."

"You can still join our group, Momo," Shoto said, just as stoic as always.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I thought...I thought we would be allies, but you just..."

Shoto looked moments from loosing his arrow. Like if she said the wrong word, he'd loosen his fingers.

Despite how frantic she seemed, Momo looked steadier than Shoto. Her stance was expert, and her eyes were narrowed in a way that screamed precision. If she had a target, she'd hit it. You could feel it in the way she stared at Shoto.

Then she moved, and the arrow was suddenly pointed towards Keigo.

"You're both idiots too, you know," she laughed. "It was cute and all, the whole 'engagement' thing. Smart. But it won't get you anywhere."

You took a step towards Keigo, but he blocked you. His eyes were hard as he stared Momo down.

"This game should be fair," she snapped, her gaze and her arrow back on Shoto, "and I won't let you drag those two down with you."

She was going to shoot Shoto.

You moved before Keigo could stop you, knocking Shoto to the ground as the arrow flew over both of your heads. It gave Bakugo the chance to leap towards Momo, knife at her neck and lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Are you okay?" you asked Shoto breathlessly, moving off of him and letting him sit up in a daze.

"Yeah," he sighed, "thanks."

"Todoroki!" Bakugo shouted from behind you, "if you don't tell me to stop in the next five seconds, I'm ending this!"

You saw the conflict in Shoto's head. You saw the pain pass through his gaze. Then it disappeared, and he turned towards the others.

"Kill her."

Momo's pleas for mercy were silenced, and the canon sounded above like it had been shot from the depths of hell.

Author's note | man it's been ages since i wrote for this series. i got a burst of inspiration and i'm hitting a lull with the kakashi series so i might pick them both up and post for them at the same time.

i hope everyone enjoys this chapter! i'm sorry for the slow updates. i love writing this series, as well as the kakashi series, but to be honest it's hard to stay motivated when i'm getting so little traction. if you're enjoying the story, please let me know! hearing from people really makes me so so happy, and knowing that people are actually reading what i write and getting something out of it is a huge motivator. anyways, thank you for reading!

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 27 days ago

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#AO3 Feed Link #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #Shouto Todoroki #R:T #W:V #A:Cyb3rXpvp #No Quirks AU #Werewolf AU

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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year ago

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CLARITY IN THE CLOUDS WC:1944

MDNI 🔞

All the back and forth teasing between you and Bakugou finally reaches an outcome, at 35,000 feet in the air.

You felt like a walking zombie as you waited to board the private jet back to Japan. You were on a team up mission in the US along with Bakugou, Deku and Todoroki. The language barrier was a bit of a hurdle but once you moved past that it was smooth sailing.

Bakugou, never one to cease amazing you, already knew a bit of English. Once getting back to the hotel after your first night you would hear him chiding everyone. "Told you dumbasses to take those ESL classes but nooo."

The mission, although it was pretty easy itself, consisted of late night stakeouts and early morning briefings. Lack of sleep had everyone on edge. Especially Mr. Grumpy who was tired of staying up past his nine pm bedtime.

You would tease him about needing his beauty sleep in which Todoroki chimed in, "Why would Bakugou need beauty rest? He has flawless skin. I bet it's really soft." This prompted Bakugou’s face to turn pink. "Sh-shut up you damn icy hot bastard."

This is why you absolutely adored Shouto. He had no filter, and the poor baby sometimes had no clue. Like him missing the way Izuku looked at him with jealous eyes as he talked about Bakugou’s skin.

You were just happy that you were one step closer to being able to sleep in your own bed finally. A couple more hours, you thought. You just need to survive the plane trip back if possible. You were stuck sitting next to Bakugou. Usually you wouldn't mind but he's been insufferable lately.

"Gods," you grumbled after hearing him bitch about the beef jerky you snacked on mid-flight. Do you know how much sodium those things have? "You need to get laid then sleep for like, I don't know, a week maybe." You finally snapped.

You turned to face out the window but it wasn't long before you heard his raspy voice behind you. "You've really been running that mouth lately." You felt his hot breath under your ear and it made you squirm. You turned back to face him and stuck out your tongue.

"Fuck." You heard Bakugou hiss. "Why don't you follow me to the bathroom and put that tongue to good use yeah?" He said, smirking. Now it was your turn for your face to turn pink. With wide eyes you smacked him on his rock hard chest. "You're awful. Shut up so I can go to sleep."

You turned back towards the window as you heard Bakugou laughing. You both would tease each other like this. Mina and Kaminari would always tell you two to get a room but what you and Bakugou had was nothing more than some playful bantering. Neither one of you ever thought of acting on what the other suggested. Not until tonight anyway.

You finally managed to drift off to slumberland only to be awakened by some rough turbulence. "Relax," Bakugou explained that the captain just announced they were flying through a storm and it should be over soon. "Why aren't you sleeping?" You asked him.

Tsk, "Like I could sleep with that damn nerd mumbling in his sleep." You looked across the aisle to see Midoriya fast asleep in his seat. His lips moving and every so often you'd hear him mumble some analytics. It was cute.

What was even more cute was watching how he seemed to calm down and actually stay quiet when Shouto pulled a blanket over him. Midoriya's head fell to the side and rested on Shouto's shoulder. Shouto would smile and lay his head on top of Midoriya's. Those two were hopelessly in love with each other.

Bakugou watched you shiver. Though he liked seeing the goosebumps raise on your smooth skin he stood up and grabbed a blanket from overhead. "Aww." You teased as he draped the blanket over you. "Quit being a pest." He mumbled.

You could feel the warmth from Bakugou’s hands as he wrapped you like a burrito and you longed for more of it. "You're really warm." You said as you cuddled up closer to him. Bakugou hummed, "You want me to keep you warm huh?"

It was a simple question that had you clenching your thighs. The more Bakugou teased you lately, the more you actually wanted him to act on it. Fuck, maybe you were the one needing to get laid.

You decided to be bold and move even closer as you nodded your head keeping a straight face. Bakugou stilled for a moment, as if trying to read your face. Were you telling him what he thought you were telling him?

His hand slipped under the blanket and you felt it on your thigh. The heat felt blistering. Or maybe it was because you wanted to feel him. He kept his eyes trained on yours waiting for you tell him to stop, but you never did.

In fact, you spread your legs even more, encouraging to let his hand explore. Bakugou squeezed your thigh and you quietly whimpered. It didn't hurt, you were just needy. "This what you want brat?" Bakugou whispered. His nose nudged your jawline.

You didn't answer but Bakugou continued anyway. Except for your breathing getting heavier you both stayed quiet. A million words were being said between both of your eyes as you stared at each other.

Was this something Bakugou’s been wanting too? Had all that teasing gotten him pent up and ready to explode? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his finger press against your clothed sex. You gasped as you watched Bakugou’s eyes flicker to your lips.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this." He said as he started rubbing circles on the outside of your clit. You bit your lip. You knew he was holding back. Bakugou does nothing half ass and that includes sex.

It was driving you insane wanting to know what he was capable of doing. You wanted to touch him, to hear him, to taste him. "Please, I want more." You begged. And that's all it took. Bakugou’s mouth was on yours in a second. His tongue exploring yours, fighting for dominance.

His hand found its way down your pants and now teased your clit through your panties. You were thankful you wore some comfy sweats for the flight back. "You're so fucking wet. You're a needy slut aren't you?" Bakugou's voice sounded like rocks grinding against sandpaper.

You quickly nodded your head, not trusting your voice to stay quiet. He pulled your panties to the side and glided a finger along your soaked slit. "You gonna be my lil slut tonight, hmm?" He asked, then brought his finger to his mouth and tasted you.

You whispered a yes as you watched his eyes roll to the back of his head. You tasted fucking amazing and he wanted more. "Fuck that's right baby." He said immediately, plunging his finger in your tight cunt. "My slut. All mine."

"Ah," You gasped as you felt him quickly adding another finger. "Shhh," He hushed you, "don't want an audience do you?" Your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly at the thought. "You dirty fucking whore." Bakugou rasped as his thumb rubbed along your clit. "You want them to watch don't you? Want them to hear how needy you are?"

You gritted your teeth as you tried keeping your moans silent. Your legs were spread wide giving Bakugou all the room he needed. One hand held onto the armrest by the window. The other hand held onto his shirt as if scared that he'd float away.

"I have other ways to show people that you belong to me." He said then suddenly you felt his mouth on your neck. No doubt leaving marks for everyone to see later. You saw Shouto stir in his sleep and you clenched harder around Bakugou’s fingers. Maybe you do have a bit of an exhibitionist kink.

"Bakugou, I'm so close." You whined softly. "Katsuki." Bakugou growled against your neck. "Call me Katsuki when I'm making you cum." He pushed another finger in you and you started to grind on his hand. You felt the tightness build up. You were so close to letting it snap.

"Cum for me baby." Katsuki said, pulling his head away from your neck to get a good look at you. "I wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum." He thrust his hand faster and faster. His fingers curling upwards hitting that sweet spot and dragging against your tight pussy walls just right.

Loud squelching noises could be heard throughout the cabin and it's a wonder nobody woke up from the noise. "Katsuki!" You moaned. You had to slap your free hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud. "Mmm, that's it." Katsuki said smiling as he watched you cum around his fingers.

"You're fucking gorgeous you know that?" He continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm with his fingers till you had to push him away from being too sensitive. You sat trying to catch your breath watching him lick clean everyone of his fingers.

You looked down to see his hard on pushing against his pants. "What about you?" You asked as you eyed his bulge. You knew he was packing just from the outline. Katsuki grabbed your hand and placed it on his throbbing clothed dick. "You're gonna take responsibility for this now aren't ya?"

You desperately needed to taste him. You started to slide out of your seat but he stopped you. "Not here." He said looking back over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a smirk. "Wanna be a part of the mile high club?" You stifled a giggle as Katsuki pulled you out of your seat and towards the bathroom.

"Fuck, I thought they'd never leave." Midoriya said, breathing heavily. "Are you getting close love?" Shouto hummed. Midoriya moaned as he watched Shouto sink to his knees in front of him. His hand steadily pumping Japan's number one hero.

"I wanna taste you when you cum." Shouto said peering up into big emerald orbs.

By the time you had made it back to your seats it looked as if Midoriya and Shouto were just waking up. The captain came over the speaker announcing that you'd be landing soon.

As you walked through the airport terminal Shouto took notice of the purple mark left on your neck. He nonchalantly pulled your jacket up slightly to cover the mark, giving you a soft smile. You couldn't help but notice something as well.

"Shouto um," You tried not to smile but you were quite happy at the info you just deduced. "You have a bit of, um" You whispered as you pointed to the corner of your mouth telling him he has something on his.

Bakugou walked up just in time to see Shouto wipe away what was presumably remnants of Midoriya's cum. "Finally." The blonde said, rolling his eyes. He too has been waiting for the two idiots to finally hook up.

"I could say the same about you Kacchan." Midoriya says waking up beside Shouto. Katsuki blushes then asks if you wanna come over for dinner tonight. "I'm cooking." He says with a grin knowing his cooking is the shit.

At first you are shocked. You thought this was gonna be a one time thing but you're glad it seems to be something else. What it is you don't know yet. But you can tell by the way Katsuki is looking at you that he wants more. Whether it's friends with benefits or an actual relationship, only time will tell. And you're more than happy to divulge in either prospect.

#bnha #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki #midoriya x todoroki #mile high club #Smut in the air

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herofics · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could I get headcanons for a crack idea based on this TikTok https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8hQqhnG/ where she pranks her boyfriend by saying she paid $300 for air?😂 could I have it with Aizawa, Bakugou and Todoroki?

I'm very suspicious about any links I get so I didn’t check it, but I got the point from the request. I think this is also a good choice of characters, because of the varying responses I imagine from them

~Todoroki Shouto~

•When you come to him with an empty jar, and just go “Look what I bought” with a smirk, trying not to laugh

•Todoroki just looks at it and says “That’s a nice jar”

•”It’s not the jar, I bought the stuff inside it” you say

•”But there’s nothing inside it?” he says, really not understanding what you mean

•”It’s air dummy” you smirk, trying to keep a straight face

•Todoroki just stares at you and then the jar, and then back to you again, because he doesn’t get it

•He thinks you’re totally serious, because he isn’t really used to pranks and doesn’t even consider you’d try to trick him, even though it’s lighthearted

•Todoroki is like “Is it special air, does it have a good scent or something?”

•You can’t help it anymore because you just bust out laughing and he has no idea why

•Todoroki isn’t really used to being pranked, at least he wasn’t before he came to UA and made some real friends and found himself a partner

•He asks why you’re laughing and you just tell him you were trying to prank him

•Todoroki’s like “Ah, well in that case, it was very funny, you totally got me”

•You know he’s just confused about the whole thing and that he totally believed you at the beginning, but you don’t make fun of him or anything

~Aizawa Shouta~

•When you tell Aizawa you bought him a gift and come home with a jar full of nothing, he’s like “Well I do like a good jar”

•You explain to him that it’s not the jar, it’s the air inside it

•”You bought me air?” he asks “How much did you pay for this jar of air?”

•”Oh just 300 bucks” you shrug

•He just stares at you or a while with a bit of an unimpressed look on his face, before saying “You’re not very good at pranks, are you?”

•You try to convince him you did actually buy air, but the more you try to convince him, the more he knows you’re lying

•You finally give in and go “Fiiiine, I suck at pranks”

•”Maybe, but this was also a bad choice of prank, because I know you’re not stupid enough to pay 300 bucks for a jar of air”

•”Thanks? I guess” you chuckle awkwardly

•Aizawa just tells you “It is a nice jar though”

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•The moment you come to him with an empty jar, he’s like “What the fuck is that?”

•”A jar, obviously” you say sarcastically and hand it to him “I got the stuff inside it for you as a gift”

•”You got me air? As a gift? Are you fuckin serious?” he asks

•”Come on, I paid good money for it” you pout, acting offended

•”You fuckin paid for this shit?” he asks in disbelief

•”Yeah, 300 bucks” you tell him nonchalantly

•Bakugou can’t believe what you’ve just told him, and he’s just pacing back and forth in front of you, because what the fuck?

•”You need to get your money back for this, I’m serious” he growls

•”You don’t like your gift?” you say, acting upset

•”Baby, I’m saying this as kindly as I possibly can, but you’re a fuckin dumbass for buying this” he motions at the jar

•You bust out laughing because you can’t keep your composure anymore and Bakugou is just staring at you with a perplexed look on his face

•”Ahaha, very fucking funny, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack” he says as he realizes you were just playing around

•You’re just laughing, because he believed you way too easily and took it too seriously, as he often does

•Bakugou just grabs you by you waist and pulls you close, telling you “You’re a fuckin idiot”

•”But I’m your idiot” you laugh

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #todoroki shouto #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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paper--moons · 2 years ago

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Regressor!Todoroki Headcanons

(with CG!Bakugou)

In Shouto's case, regression isn't exactly new to him. He's been doing it without realizing for quite some time, those small moments away from his father blurring and lending to a softer self that he can't even remember ever getting to be. Though he never can regress for long, the sparse amount of time is enough of a balm to his psyche that he can continue down the path set before him. A smear of babyspace up to about four and a half, his regression becomes a sanctuary of sorts that help him cope with the harsh homelife he was born into and face what he must do in order to achieve his goal. And it becomes more frequent once he's out from under Endeavor's thumb and living at the UA dorms. All of the sudden he finds himself with a lot more privacy and free-time, despite his studies; this naturally results in more time for his mind to toddle down the rabbit hole of somewhere cottony-soft and safe—where he is no longer Endeavor's little breeding project success, no longer bearing the weight of the expectations of his father and by extent the world, but just a little boy who wasn't created for anyone else's selfish purposes. However, Shouto's level of social awareness isn't exactly the greatest, so he doesn't particularly see any need to hide his regression (And why should he? Mr. Aizawa said it was normal and healthy during that one lecture...). The only reason it takes so long for one of his classmates to figure it out is because he's pretty reserved for the most part. No, the only reason it does get noticed is because he's latched onto a certain someone.

Bakugou is, perhaps, the last person any of them (including Shouto himself) would have predicted he latch onto. But the increase in their proximity as they complete their supplementary hero licensing courses could be to blame. The increased amount of time together and the shared experience creates a familiarity that makes Shouto feel comfortable with him nearby. Enough so that, towards the midway point of their remedial classes, Shouto has started hanging around him more. Or more like trails after him like some lost little kid, Katsuki thinks (especially after having to deal with the elementary school kids the other day, he can definitely see some clingy similarities even if Icy Hot isn't nearly as annoying as those brats). But it's a noticeable change; Shouto always seems to want to walk to classes together now, wants to partner up with him during combat exercises, or even just wants to watch him cook in the communal kitchen in the dorms. Katsuki finds it annoying at first, but something tells him there's more to all of this. Maybe it's the way Shouto seems so trusting as he follows Katsuki's every move with wide eyes—or maybe the "something" telling him is Izuku. Because unbeknownst to either of them, Izuku is getting both ends of the story here and has no trouble piecing together what is going on. And so he hints at it the next time Katsuki starts griping about how Shouto needs to stop following him, only to get hit with Don't be a dumbass, Deku because of course he paid attention in their hero psych courses and...oh. So he is like some lost little kid. Some lost little kid that's picked him for whatever reason. The realization suddenly has him feeling a lot more protective over Icy Hot.

He decides to test if Izuku was actually right the next time their class has a movie night. Shouto has (somewhat predictably, at this point) seated himself next to Katsuki, subconsciously shifting closer as some of their louder classmates playfully argue over what movie to watch. Because arguing is still arguing, even if it is over something silly like whether or not they are watching Zootopia or Big Hero 6. Shouto is surprised when Katsuki asks which movie he wants to watch, and is even more surprised when he gets up to pop the disc into the DVD player. Nobody dares to argue with Katsuki, not with that challenging look he gives before totally ignoring them and flopping back down into his spot on the couch next to Shouto. The movie begins shortly after and the commotion has settled down with only the sounds of crunching popcorn interrupting the opening sequence. He leans into Katsuki's side as the other boy wordlessly offers him his popcorn, doesn't even notice as a protective arm slips around his shoulder when he tenses up as Tadashi is lost to the fire. And by the thirty minute mark, Shouto is slipping a lot smaller and a lot faster than he can remember, his fingers staying in his mouth too long to just be sucking at the buttery residue the popcorn left on his fingers. No one seems to pick up on the fact that he's regressing—no one save for Katsuki, who has been keeping a closer eye on Shouto than the film he's supposed to be watching. It's pretty clear that he's somewhere in the toddler range, though he manages to stay awake until the end of the movie when the rest of the class has either drifted off on the sofas or have meandered to bed. But it seems to be time to go night-night as far as Shouto can tell, and so he naturally toddles after Katsuki.

Baby Shouto, while being as quiet as is typical of his usual self, is not exactly sneaky. That is to say, he makes no efforts to hide the fact that he's following Katsuki to his room on the fourth floor instead of going on up to his on the fifth. But Katsuki pretty much expected this to happen and only gives a few huffs at being followed. Really, this isn't anything too new; this is just the natural progression of what's been building up, if anything. And so he starts to lay out the ground rules about how if Shouto is coming to his room, then he's gotta go to sleep, okay? Of course the baby agrees to this, changes into some spare pajamas Katsuki gives him and...proceeds to sit criss-cross applesauce on the bed and look up at him. Though he feels tired, the idea of a sleepover (his first sleepover!) is enough that he wants to stay awake and take it all in. Not really processing what it is Katsuki is telling him, he's instead looking around the room and processing his surroundings. The room is grown-up in that high-schooler sort of way—there's a clear personality to the room, from the posters on the walls to the way the clothes are strewn around the hamper to how Katsuki makes a point to light some incense after turning off the overhead and turning on the lamp. It actually has a sense of being lived in, a sense of warmth that is comforting and not suffocating, despite being a dorm room. And it is exactly what he always imagined it would be like to spend the night with one of his older siblings in their rooms, had he ever been allowed to. Perhaps it is the excitement of the situation or the novelty of it, but regardless he is (unintentionally) making problems by shaking his head "no" whenever Katsuki tries to persuade him to sleep. They spend a good twenty minutes going back and forth (or at least as back and forth as one can go with a toddle who is nonverbal, which for Katsuki is a surprising amount).

Eventually, Katsuki caves and decides to get Izuku's advice via a quick text. How do I get him to sleep? The text chime on his phone is near immediate as Izuku sends a bombardment of texts. He gets as far as Well, Toshi is usually pretty tired when he's small, but have you tried... before ignoring the wall of texts that he's been sent, and instead of replying types up a new message after casting a glance back at Shouto who is still watching him from the bed. A simpler one, that even Deku shouldn't be able to mess up. Do you have a pacifier you can loan me? And, despite the straightforward "yes or no" nature of the question, Izuku starts listing off colors and patterns. Katsuki tells him blue—only because it was the first one he listed—and finds Izuku at his door not even five minutes later with a small care package containing the promised paci along with a sippy, a throw blanket, and a plush kitty. He takes it with a nod, rolling his eyes at Izuku's encouraging thumbs-up before slamming the door in his face. He'll pay him back for the stuff come morning, but for now he needs to focus on the kid on his bed. Shouto takes the paci with an ease that belies the fact that they haven't done this a million times, makes grabby hands for the blankie and stuffie, and finally lays down when Katsuki tells him Alright, Candy Cane. Bedtime. It's a gentler nickname than what he usually calls him, and even as small as he is Shouto picks up on it with a flare of something warm in his chest and butterflies in his tummy.

Neither of them really talk about it the next morning, as neither are really the type to put things like that to words. Although Shouto is willing to answer Izuku's questions about if he liked the things in the care package or if he needs anything else, but that quickly gets shut down by Katsuki because he is handling it, Deku needs to go take care of his own brat now. It's an abrasive and overly defensive response to something seemingly inconsequential, but the sentiment that yes, he wants to be Shouto's cg is there. And really, that's all that matters to Shouto. Having someone that he can trust when he's so small, someone that wants to look after him and do it right? It's nice. Not to mention it's a lot more than he's used to, even if it's mostly just getting to stay a little closer to Katsuki throughout the day and having him be a reassuring presence. And if any of their classmates notice, they certainly don't mention it; why should they? Plenty of the others regress openly and so it isn't abnormal to see somebody with their paci in the common room. Though it might be a little surprising to see Shouto so little, especially when he's clinging to 1A's resident hot-head (who appears to calm at being able to dote on him in his own way).

While there's a lot that changes between them as Shouto feels out his regression more, the biggest change occurs after Katsuki visits his home during their work study with Endeavor. If he wasn't protective of the kid before he sure as hell is now. Throughout dinner he's making new rules for himself so that he can be better for his rugrat. The dinner also makes him realize a lot of things about Shouto that he hadn't before—like why he likes to watch him cook so much, because apparently it reminds him of his sister. Or why he gets so tickled at having his Baba do something for him as simple as make him his bottle or watch a cartoon with him. He never had any of those things to begin with, and their little trip makes it painfully obvious what kind of home life he has had (or lack thereof, as the case may be). So if Katsuki is extra gentle with him later when all the big emotions that he's been ignoring from his family dinner finally come seeping out? Don't make it a big deal, Candy Cane, he just thought he could use somebody to lean on. And maybe Shouto clings just a little bit tighter than usual and tries to hide away just a little bit more. But again, neither of them feel the need to put anything in words—there's comfort to be had in the silent understanding they've developed.

#sfw agere #bnha #bnha agere #todoroki shouto #agere todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #agere bakugou katsuki #moons hcs

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