#maybe it's just me but midoriya never felt like someone who would work in an agency given he never really cared for perks of being a hero

[epickiya722]

This epilogue made me realize something. I should try to gain custody of Izuku.

[thevanillerose]

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Stumbling. Collapsing. Staggering.

You were like a broken marionette, desperately scrambling to free yourself from the gargantuan flaming pyre which had once been your apartment building.

The events leading up to this moment were as hazy as the acrid fog of blackened smoke that hovered around you. Questions swirled like embers in the wind.  

Who lay at the root of all of this? Even you yourself would have struggled to believe it.

Todoroki. Todoroki Shoto. He was a boy of extremes you could say, but well enough liked by the students of U.A. High School. You had certainly liked him a lot, seeing past his cold, aloof nature, and always assuming there was something more that lay beneath it.  

In the end, you were right to feel that way. He really was a very complex guy.

In fact...he was far more complex than you had ever imagined.

Forget his past. Forget what he had gone through, and what he so often kept sealed away inside of himself. Forget his left side, and the history behind it.

For you...you were what truly became his vulnerability. Despite his best efforts, he simply couldn't resist you.  

Face. Voice. Manner. Was it possible for so many things about a single human being to be so flawless? Every time he laid eyes upon you, he yearned for you to be beside him.  

There was just one very big problem, besides his often unapproachable manner. A thorn in his side that was just determined to stick, and even more bitterly, was a 'friend'.

Midoriya asked you out. Midoriya.

 That wide-eyed fool who was less of a man and more of a child. Someone who wept and sniffled the moment anything got tragic, and yet he pretended to be tough. That was what Todoroki saw at least. A pathetic farce, put on to win your affections.

 The worst part? It had actually worked. When Todoroki initially heard that the green-haired imbecile had asked you out, he made the assumption that you would probably say no to him. No, he actually assumed it was definite. Yet...to his complete and utter surprise, you said yes.  

 Just like that, his chances had been shattered. True, Todoroki had never so much as revealed a centimeter of his feelings for you, but he always felt like you would wait until he was ready. When the time was right, you'd finally be together. So why...why would you do this?

 Why!? How could you!?

 It drove him mad trying to figure it out, and in the end...he snapped.

 It was a simple way to put it, but it also summed it up aptly. The last of his sanity slipped away thanks to a singular trigger, and of course, Midoriya was the one at the root of it.

 Was it creepy that the dual-haired boy was creeping outside the window of your apartment like some sort of red streaked spider? Yeah. Maybe. Was it bizarre that he chose to observe you both silently through the glass, ducking away whenever you happened to turn your heads? Sure.

 Still, in his messed up mind it was a necessity. How else, after all, was he supposed to keep a close eye on you and make sure things never went past hand-holding with this bastard?

 How else was he supposed to...scope things out?

 “Thanks for spending time with me today. I had a lot of fun, even if we just watched some movies.” you reached out and gave Midoriya's bouncy emerald hair a nice big ruffle. It was a habit you'd picked up, and it always made him blush. Whenever you saw his cheeks redden, you only fell that little bit more in love with him.

 “Yeah it was fun! Thanks, [Y/N].”

 Sure, at the start you had been in two minds. You still felt something for Todoroki, and that hadn't changed even now. Yet Midoriya had proven to just be the right one for you. He was so much kinder and funnier than you had ever imagined in the first place, and you could always feel your spirits lifting when you were around him.

 Simply put, things had changed. You'd fallen in love with him, and in turn, your attachment to Todoroki had swiftly faded.

 Yet as your affections drifted out of sight, something lit up within the darkness.

 Everything was fine up until that point. Initially you and Midoriya were happily relaxing on the plush carpet in your bedroom, eating some snacks and finishing off the final movie you were marathoning for the night. It was so nice to just spend some casual time with him outside of classes and all of that fighting too.  

 Neither of you were aware of what was about to happen when you kissed each other and said goodbye for the night. It never occurred to you even once that, as you stood there in the open doorway and watched him go down the corridor to the elevator, this would be the very last time you ever saw him. When you laid down to take a nap, you happily imagined him toddling away home, probably to dream about you too.  

 It was what you believed. So it seemed to be just right.

 That was not reality though.

 In reality, his charred cadaver was left jammed halfway through the doors, keeping the elevator from descending. Todoroki made sure to leave him there, so that not even in death he'd find any peace. After all, it had to be pretty bothersome, being repeatedly chewed on by a lift.

 Then there was the stairwell. Blocking the door was a given. Windows weren't much of an option anyway.

 Todoroki figured, that the only way to truly expel the rage he felt after watching you two kiss one another, was to burn this whole damn building to the ground. That included all the people inside of it, so he'd ensured that all the exits were turned to ash first and foremost.

 This was his revenge. If other people got caught up in it, that wasn't his problem. If you got caught up in it...well...

 He'd just have to make damn well sure that didn't happen. Everything would fall into place, he was certain.

 The only pity was that when the apartment building went up in amber and red, you had no means of seeing Midoriya's body. Todoroki had kind of been hoping you'd come across it first before realizing you were trapped, and that your sorrow would only increase grandly because of it. Alas...

 Instead, you couldn't even leave your own room. Everything caught fire so fast that you couldn't even touch your door handle, instead recoiling as the burning heat stung you.  

 “Shit! I can't believe this is happening!”

 You'd woken up to the sound of a blaring alarm, then nothing but the crackling of fire and the billowing sound of smoke as that too had ended up being melted and ultimately destroyed. The devastation was immeasurable, but you couldn't even pity others when you were literally on the verge of dying yourself.

 Climbing up onto your bed, you pressed your back firmly into the corner of the wall and huddled up desperately. You continued to hold yourself, blocking everything out, and thinking only of Midoriya.

Midoriya...Midoriya help me! Save me! Please!!

 “M...Midoriya...Midoriya help me...help me...” you even stuttered out, expecting no answer.

 Yet...you got one.

 “'Midoriya, ohh Midoriya, help me!'...Get a hold of yourself, [Y/N].”

 A taunting imitation. Slowly, you pulled your face out from behind your knees, raising your tear-stained visage so you could look up.

 “Seriously. You aren't calling anyone, and you're hiding on top of a wooden bed with flammable fabric, not even bothering to get any oxygen. Fire safety 101. Are you insane?”

 His voice didn't seem real, nor did his face. You were near delirious, not just with the smoke, but with the shock of it all. He was a blur of red, white and blue.

 “You're lucky I came by when I did...you're especially lucky that you're not already dead.”

 Todoroki gazed down at you, standing on the bed and staring right into the corner where you sat. It really was a miracle in some ways, though he had of course never intended to let you fry up like the rest of these pointless people. No...you were the only one among them who he would save. Firefighters didn't get to be choosy, but he did.

 You were the only one who was worth anything to him now.

 Plus things had worked out sweetly enough. You may not have seen Midoriya reduced to a lump of coal, but he could weave his absence into this faux storyline he was creating nonetheless.  

 “If only Midoriya had actually come. With all that begging, and knowing you were here, I wonder why he didn't...”

 Todoroki trailed off for a moment, and slowly, creepily, tilted his head to the side. His eyes went a little wider, pupils shrinking. The fire raged on in the hallway, creating an ambient crackling.

 “I mean, he should have, if he truly loved you, right? Maybe he didn't though. Maybe he just wanted you out of the way so he could find someone else--”

 “That's not true! You must have--” you managed to blurt out, trying to push him back. You barely graced his ankle before your body sank back against the corner again, eyes fluttering and showing the whites. Todoroki dropped to a crouch before you, remaining on his haunches and eyeing you up and down with an ever calm expression.

 “...You must have...done this...”

 Todoroki merely tutted. Of course you jumped to conclusions, but that wasn't an issue for him. He'd deal with those assumptions in due course...once this little introduction to your new life together was concluded.

 It would end in one of two ways. Either you'd willingly go with him, and he'd save you. Or, you'd push yourself away, try to get out or find your beloved, and he'd still do the same.  

 After all, he'd gone to the effort of making sure you had nowhere to go, nothing else, nobody to turn to, and no other choices. All of it had gone up in flames, and you were all that remained in this former haven, a place you'd so lovingly shared with Midoriya every evening. It would be a shame not to salvage you...

 “It's not going to be long before the flames burn down your door. You're already on the verge of passing out, do you really think you can survive for much longer?”

 Truly, your vision was blotted. You sank lower and lower, feeling like you might keel over and fall off the bed entirely, until it actually happened.

 The sheets slipped away, your carpet saying hello instead. But your hand shot out to stop the fall at the last second, nails digging desperately into the fibers.

I wake up to my entire apartment building on fire...and the only person who shows up, is Todoroki.

That's not a good coincidence.

 Adrenaline surged through your body all of a sudden, and you thrust yourself up off the ground, making a straight beeline for the door. Todoroki's power would match perfectly with what had happened here, and you didn't want to stick around for what else he had planned. Why he had it planned in the first place, you didn't know. You just knew that you had to get away from him.

 “[Y/N]! You're going to die if you go out there!”

 You only believed him once you actually did. Ignoring the searing pain in your hand after opening the handle, you burst out into the corridor, which was a mess of tumbling charred wood and spitting flames. Gagging on the strong stench of pure smoke, you had to push yourself onwards.

Todoroki has changed sides, and he's coming after all his friends! Right!? That explains everything, doesn't it!?

 Why else? Yes indeed...the thought that it might have stemmed from jealousy never occurred to you. It seemed too far-fetched, since your love for him had always seemed so one-sided.

 Whether this fire had been deliberate or not, you had to get out of here regardless. You only hoped that Midoriya was okay. That he'd escaped from here in time. When had this even started happening!? As soon as you'd fallen asleep!?

 Maybe it had only been a short time. Maybe he was still in this tall building somewhere!

 “MIDORI--AH!” you cried out, or tried to at least. Yet your own choke cut yourself off, and that seemed to be the final gasp of energy within you. Your legs truly caved then, the burning floor rushing to slam against your spine as you fell backwards.

 Before you could collapse though, a pair of hands met your back and lifted you up. Up and up, saving you from the roaring rage that sought to consume you along with everyone and everything else. It was almost like you were ascending somewhere, being spirited away.

 That was when your face met his firm chest, his arms wrapping around you fully. Todoroki held you tightly to him, as if determined to never let you go. And by all means, he was.

 Todoroki 'saved you', never once revealing that it was he who was responsible for laying the embers in the first place.  

 This was to be your 'fresh start'. He'd disinfected the wound in your life, the horrible gash that not just Midoriya, but all those around you had left. Torching this entire complex had rid the world of many people who knew you, many people who were especially close to you.

 People who no longer served any purpose in Todoroki's opinion. Not when he was here for you instead now.

 Finally, the love between you could flourish...

 …

 Time passed...and you never went back to your old home.

 Instead, after allowing you to stay with him, Todoroki became your new roommate, your new neighbor...and your new lover.

 Going along with the notion that the apartment block had been destroyed by some kind of boiler malfunction, you started to become convinced. You started to believe, even when initially he seemed like the prime suspect. You started to blame Midoriya, assuming that he really had abandoned you and everyone else, since of course there was no trace of his body now.

 “It's like I said, [Y/N]. He didn't want to risk his own skin to save you. That's how much he really cared.”

Yes. He's absolutely right. You never did care...did you, Midoriya?

 In time, thoughts of the green-haired boy faded, and they were replaced with those of the one who had now become your lover. His scarred face, his white and scarlet locks, the slight smirks he would give you now and then. This was the person who you began to recognize as your one, true love.

 When he kissed you, it felt right.

 When he hugged you, it felt even better.

 When you connected intimately, his voice in your ear, hands on your body...he made you forget all about your former lover.

 To think. At one point in time you had assumed he was the one who had caused that disaster. Now though...you could no longer suspect him as a villain. Never.

 No...not Todoroki.

Because you loved him.  

You loved him. 

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Prologue

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All little girls were happy, right? Of course you were, you seemed to just beam with happiness. You had a good life, with caring and attentive parents who doted on you and a twin sister who you did everything with.  Many loved it while some thought you could be too much at times. You wanted things to stay the way they used to be forever, but doesn't everyone when there doesn't seem to be anything wrong in the world?

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It was coming to the middle of the school year when your teacher started discussing how our quirks would manifest at any time. You were excited as well as your other classmates after hearing this news, but two boys stood out to you. You knew them of course, they were your classmates after all. The boy who smiled so brightly was Izuku Midoriya, you got along with him as you both had a similar love for heroes and the other boy was Katsuki Bakugo: he was your neighbors, neighbor. Your parents were well acquainted with each other, the pairs would make you walk to school together, of course, this meant you just trailed behind Bakugo and his friends and Midoriya often joined you in following the group thankfully giving you someone to talk to. Your sister on the other hand always seemed to be up front and center though, often trying to lead with Bakugo. 

There were so many people, you were often ignored, never seeming to be noticed.  Some days there would be six of you, maybe four, or just...the two of you. Your sister was sick often. You loved your sister and hated seeing her sick, but you suppose it had its benefits. On those days, it could just be you and Bakugo from time to time. 

"Suki!" you called out to the boy ahead of you, Suki was the name his mom called him when you had just first met. That name was engraved into your head, he used to call you out for not using his real name but after time he had just given up on trying to tell you off. "You're walking too fast, slow down!"

He continued walking yelling at you without even looking back in your direction. "Come on I'm not even walking that fast! Maybe if your legs grew a little more you'd be able to keep up with me Yuko!" he said with a smug tone. 

Early mornings like this were normal for you and Bakugo, walking to school only took a few minutes if you used a shortcut through the woods, but due to a storm a few days ago, the trail was closed off since tree branches had fallen and covered most of it. So that morning you both decided to just take the sidewalks to school instead. You never realized how busy the roads get as everyone leaves their homes for school and work, even the buses look full!

As the minutes went by, you continued walking in silence. 

Getting closer to the school you had to cross multiple crosswalks. And the sidewalks just seemed to be getting busier by the second. People were starting to crowd you, and you were losing sight of Bakugo. Trying to make your way through the sea of adults, you spot Bakugo across the road, rather than think about your surroundings anymore you started thinking about how he didn't even notice you weren't behind him anymore.

Losing focus you stepped into the road without even bother looking. You were so caught up in Bakugo not noticing you, that you didn't even notice the car that had swerved around you until you felt the harsh wind pressure blowing your hair into your face.

You froze: eyes wide, and full of fear. You screamed before you could even fully register what had happened. 

At that moment, as your quirk finally manifested, fear consumed you and prevented you from realizing the small cloud of green gas escaping from your palms. The intensity of the accident just overwhelmed you so much that you thought you were having a normal reaction. The thought that your fear was being intensified never once crossed your young head.

No one else noticed either. Noticing must not be anyone's strong suit. 

Katsuki came running, getting near you he questioned why he was scared too. Was it because he knew he was going to get in trouble for not staying near you, or the fact you could have died?

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Over the next few months leading up to summer, everyone else started to develop their quirks. Bakugo was the first: standing in the middle of the classroom, small flashes came from his hands. Everyone looked in awe, you thought they looked like tiny fireworks.

And by the end of the year, everyone had their quirks, except...neither yours nor Midoriyas.

Even your sister had manifested hers. Dream Cloud they called it; the user can emit a special gas from their body that induces vivid and uncontrollable dreams and it immobilizes the opponent, rendering them physically inactive and vulnerable to attacks on anyone who comes into contact with it. The dreams can range from pleasant and fantastical experiences when exposed to the dream gas, individuals with good dreams become deeply engrossed in their positive fantasies, experiencing vivid and euphoric dreams beyond their control The user can also manipulate the properties of the gas, allowing them to control the duration and intensity of the dreams inflicted upon others.

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Years were passing, and you were growing up thinking you were quirkless.

Your anxiety was getting worse, and your home was a tense place to be. Your parents kept you at a distance, all of your old friends too. Yume, your sister; your twin flame. She tried to help with her quirk. It worked for a little while but it would stress out her body so your parents made her stop, it was too much to bear for everyone.

"Yume...you can't keep doing this," you said tiredly. She looked exhausted as she sat on the bottom bunk with you. She was trying to help you sleep but it was wearing her out. "you're going to hurt yourself...just please, stop it" 

"I can't, your lack of sleep is starting to get to you Y/N. You've got dark circles under your eyes now..." She was rubbing at them. You knew she was right though, it was starting to get to you. And it was starting to get to everyone else too. Yume's hands were shaking as she brought her hands to her own eyes. She was tired, but...she still tried.

Bakugo was willing to stay with you too, still walking to school together. You always felt more at ease when with him. He'd become protective of you ever since that day when you were little. However, he was changing around you too. Becoming more observant, he noticed all the things you didn't. 

All the times you were nervous or anxious, he'd carefully watch as you 'steamed'. Just looking at you, no one could tell it was happening. But if you looked closely enough; a light green fog was persistently emitting from your palms and the soles of your feet. 

"Yuko you're...nevermind"

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"Y/N PLEASE!" your mother shouted. "STOP THIS YOU'RE SCARING US!" 

What...was happening to you? Who's in control...?

You were screaming; it felt as if you were ripping in two. Crying out, begging, and pleading for them to make it stop. The house was filling with green, you were scared; you couldn't see your family, only hearing their screams. You were walking the line between panic and losing your mind. Overwhelmed by guilt and remorse, you listened in horror as your family suffered, unable to do anything to stop it. Tears stream down your face as you desperately scream apologies, knowing that your words alone can never truly mend the pain you've caused. Fear that you can't reverse. Your body arched forward as gas was released from your body. Starting to feel weaker by the second you didn't know what to do, looking into the gas you opened your mouth. 

The last thing you were able to say to your family "I'M SORRY...IM SOR...ry..." before it all went black.

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...

...

Opening your eyes, they were met with dim lights that sparked and flickered. Confusion and terror washed over you realizing you had no idea where you were. Sitting up quickly your eyes darted swiftly around the room, scanning every detail, until they abruptly landed on a clock. In a split second, they absorb the time displayed, capturing this essential piece of information amidst the chaos of their rapid movements. 

"8:47 am...but it was just 11 am...where am I?" you said to yourself.

"ah, you're awake!" a woman said.

Startled; you got up from the bed you were lying on. White; why was everything white? Why didn't you notice this? 

You twisted and turned looking all over the room "8:52" Your eyes were looking everywhere; the wall, the bed, the clock, the table, your hands; the gas was coming out of them then it just...stopped. Finally looking at the door; there was a woman and a man, you stared down at the woman as she spoke to you. You could hear her but you weren't listening, just taking in her every detail. Your body was trembling, as your eyes moved to the man standing next to her.

"8:58"

"So now that you know why you are here, yes the time is 8:58 dear anyway, this will be your caretaker" 

She pointed to the man next to her, he towered over us, his long black hair rising above his head, he looked tired like you, eyes glowed red and looked puffy; his eyes which he never took off of you. 

"Shota Aizawa"

"What?"

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What Happens After You?

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had simply done something different? What life would be like if you made the one choice that set your life in another course? A decision that could have made your life better, and maybe the life of another? And now it’s too late to ever go back.

Yuki Hado thinks about this almost every night. She’s been kept awake at night for years, thinking about the poor boy she saw get bullied for years in school. Every day she simply looked on, and watched as they were beaten and burned. She looked at him affectionately, she saw him and all his flaws as cute. The way he flushed red with embarrassment. The stutter in his voice. His jumpy nature. It was just… adorable. But she was scared. She never approached him. She never helped him. She never even spoke to him… She could have helped him. They could have been friends.

They had been walking through the mall with their sister Nejire, Nejire needed to get more equipment for her hero internship, and the only place that provided that care was here. Nejire had left her outside the shop sitting on a bench alone, when a familiar streak of green caught her eye.

He was walking alone, smiling at his phone, with just a glimmer of joy in his eye. She hadn’t seen them smile like this before, and the light in his eyes was new, but it was him. Izuku Midoriya. 

“It’s my only chance” She whisperred in her own mind. Her flowy hair wagged like an excited dog’s tail.

She approached the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped.

“H-hey Midoriya… do you… remember me?”

The boy took a moment to recollect himself, then scanned over her.

“Hmm… You look familiar- I… I’m sorry, are you from Class 1-B? I don’t really get a chance to talk to them much.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with a worried smile. Yuki focused on that arm. It was burned. Broken. Scars of different sizes and colors littered his skin. Gunshots. Knife wounds. Burns. Broken bones. 

“That- that’s all my fault…”

Her floating hair drooped. 

“N-no. My name is Yuki Hado… I sat next to you in class when we went to Aldera High together…”

The boy sharply inhaled.

“Sorry. I don’t remember much from there. Nice seeing you-”

He waved at her, turning to leave, but Yuki grabbed his arm.

“Wait! I- I wanted to apologize. I… I’m so sorry I didn’t do anything to stop the guys who bullied you. I thought about it all the time. I- thought of you… I’m sorry.”

She looked up at the boy, still holding tight to his arm. The light disappeared in the boy’s eyes, a twinge of sadness taking it’s place. 

“It’s…” he sighed out painfully, recollecting his past. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I spoke to the teachers and administrators. There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“I… I could have been your friend…” Tears barely licked the corners of her eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her. She felt as the firm muscle gripped her in an embrace. This wasn’t the scrawny, weak boy she’d seen all those years ago. He was hardened by the world, lean and strong.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. Talking to me would’ve just been a target on your back.”

He pulled away from her, breaking the hug that she wished she could’ve lived in the feeling of. He pulled a small notebook and pen out of his back pocket, scribbling something down.

“Here, if you ever wanna talk.”

She took the sheet and grabbed it, committing the numbers to memory. Besides it, he had drawn a small scribble of her. In mere seconds, he’d been able to make an amateur sketch of her…

“Thank you!” She blurted out. He’d forgiven her. He talked to her! This could still work…

Her thought was cut short. A small raven punk appeared from the shadows and pulled Izuku away.

“Jeez Zuzu- It’s not like ya to be late for a date like this.” A blush of red appeared on the girl’s cheeks, adorned with tiny pink triangles.

“Z-Zuzu? Date?...”

“Sorry Kyo. Ran into someone from my old school.” He pulled her into a warm embrace, brief as it was. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder.

“J-just someone… I suppose I don’t deserve to be called a friend…”

“Old school huh? I never hear you talk about that place.”

Yuki turned to return to the store her sister was shopping in. As she walked away she heard one last bit of their exchange.

“Yeah… nothing but bad memories in that place.”

Yuki cried herself to sleep that night. She’d entered the number into her phone, before her tears stained the paper she’d been given.

Someone else saved him. Someone else was his rock to support him. Someone else loved him.

The boy she met was long dead. He was confident, strong, and happy. She tried to be happy that he was happy… But she couldn’t shake the feeling.

“I could have done more.”

[sapphic-agent]

You mentioned that you were not a fan of the Endeavor Agency arc, and I’m right there with you. So in your opinion, is there anything you would change to make the arc more worthwhile? Or would scrap that entire arc and have a brand new arc instead?

IMO, maybe have Midoriya focus on simply on trying to unlock and make Blackwhip under his control? Maybe because he felt that getting a hold of his powers trumps anything else? Or he doesn’t want to repeat what happened at the Joint Training fight? Or he doesn’t feel like there are any pro heroes that can help him get a hold of it, other than All Might?

Like I said, this was just an idea I thought of when I was getting ready to ask this, but what changes would you make for the Endeavor Agency arc?

This is a great question! Honestly, there's probably two ways I'd think about going about this.

1. Izuku doesn't join another work study at all

Instead, he takes some time to process everything he just went through. Not just everything that happened with Overhaul, but his entire awful experience with Nighteye. He bonds more with Eri, trains more with All Might, speaks with Yoichi in his dreams more often, and sees Hound Dog a few times to help cope with what happened. Even works more on controlling Blackwhip like you said. I also would have loved a scene where he confides in All Might about how Nighteye treated him and All Might reaffirms that he is worthy of One For All and that it wasn't Nighteye's place to decide that.

True, this would make for a slow arc. But I think taking some time to himself would have done Izuku well. The problem with this is that it might have put him behind his classmates, but he was only a first year. His work study could have been done at another time. It was never a requirement for first years in the first place.

From a narrative perspective, it would have been hard to place him in the Paranormal Liberation War. The UA students were only there because of their Work Studies. However, if Mirio who wasn't part of an agency at the time- and wasn't even technically an active UA student- could show up, there could have been a way to write him in somehow.

2. Izuku works under literally any other hero doing work studies

You can't tell me he wouldn't at least be considered by other heroes. He was the one who took down Overhaul and saved Eri, a mission both Fatgum and Ryuku were apart of. It should be common knowledge among the pros how skilled and capable he is. If other first year students got work studies so easily, you can't tell me that he couldn't have interned with anyone else.

(Perfect chance to have him bond with other 1A students by the way. Or even 1B students. Could have even had him work alongside Iida in Hosu. Hori, it's okay to have him spend time with people other than Bakugou)

I'm sorry, I just can't see Izuku willingly working under a man who abused his family and is practically the embodiment of corruption of hero society. Bakugou, sure, but not someone as moral as Izuku is. He was (rightfully) infuriated by Overhaul's treatment of Eri, why in the world would he tolerate Endeavor? And even if you make the argument that Endeavor's changing, Izuku would have no way of knowing that. Why wouldn't he at least try to reach out to other heroes?

Would have been even better if he at least tried to convince Todoroki to do the same. Would have shown that he really did care about his friend's well-being and wanted him to be free from his father's control.

But hey, what do I know🤷🏾‍♀️

[dekuscheripop]

NO ONE

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Bigotry & Prejudice, Sexism, Quirkless Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Angst with a Happy Ending

Katsuki, a popular pro hero, is in a relationship with ordinary office worker Deku but they are keeping their relationship a secret because Katsuki is a well known hero and they are both men. Society isn't that welcoming yet of same sex relationships.

Even with all of these problems they face, Katsuki is determined to keep their relationship going. He wants Deku. He needs him.

Once upon a time, when he was still young and naive, he used to believe that he is better than everyone else, so that means other extras are weak and below him. That included Deku who he has named that way because of his immaturity back then.

Izuku is quirkless with no power, is super weak and useless to a society that values the strong and flashy. Izuku became Deku and Katsuki became a bully.

Years of abuse is what Katsuki gave to him. From pushing him away, to blasting his personal belongings and the worst, telling him to swan dive from the rooftop.

After that very day he told Deku this, he disappeared. Completely gone from school even more the year ended. It would be a lie to say he didn't panic for a second that maybe Deku did what he told him to.

When the school didn't explain what happened and when his classmates didn't even care like he didn't exist is when Katsuki started to see something was wrong with society.

His mother that night told him that the Midoriya's have moved away to a different prefecture. Katsuki felt relieved; Deku is ok but also now far away.

Katsuki didn't have his contact information, he never thought he needed it from Deku of all people. Frankly he thought it shouldn't matter, because Katsuki still thinks that Deku didn't matter to him even if he did feel a sting in each passing day at school at the sight of the empty chair behind him.

Then UA had humbled him. At a place where the best of the best are, Katsuki was only one of them, not the greatest. When those times came that he did so well he would turn to his side expecting a praise, a voice that would say,

/'Kacchan's amazing!'/

But there never was. It was always empty just as his heart had been.

Something was missing, a hole that couldn't be filled no matter how much he achieved through the years and many years it was.

It was only then at the age of 25, at his prime and rising in the ranks, he saved someone in a crumbling building. That person had dark green hair full of dust and debris . The gash on their head caused blood to flow down their cheeks, freckles cheeks. Katsuki could pinpoint the exact moment his heart felt full and stopped at the same time.

It's Deku. It's Izuku!

The boy he once lost and now a man that he might lose again.

"Fuck don't die on me Deku!" His screech can be heard across the street and was enough for the other man to half open his eyes, emerald eyes he knew so well.

Deku was able to speak so faintly

"Kacchan…"

And lost consciousness all over again.

Katsuki spent every day after work at the hospital waiting for Deku to wake up. Day by day he notices the small things he actually missed.

Like how Deku's hair is thicker now and much softer, so may have touched it to comb out the knots while he is in bed. Or how there are more freckles on his cheeks and back, so maybe he washes Deku's body from time to time, or that he knows the number of freckles Deku used to have in middle school.

Or how his face is still as angelic as it always was. Katsuki noticed all of these and his own feelings that have been kept inside for so long.

Deku stayed in the hospital for a month, in a coma that the doctors said they were not sure if he would ever wake up from. So Katsuki begged for the first time in his life.

He had been the most terrible person in the past and here is the evidence of who he was yet Katsuki drops on his knees, takes a cold clammy hand in his warm ones and begged.

"You know, after I got to UA nothing went as planned. I tried to figure out what it meant to be strong and admit that I was actually weak. I got stronger and knew myself better. I'm rising to the top now because I finally know what it truly means to be a hero but I just couldn't forget about you. You are the reason I am here.. You, the one person that suffered the most from my insecurities. What I'm saying might not mean anything to you but…" Katsuki squeezes Deku's hand.

"Deku, I'm sorry for everything I've done until now. Please wake up and come back to me."

The hospital room is silent. Only the sound of the curtains flowing from the cool night wind can be heart and Katsuki's own nervous heartbeat.

He feels hopeless and helpless as he continues to hold on to Deku's tightly. Nothing happens, filled with despair Katsuki lets go but not before he feels a movement. So very slight but it was there. A slight twitch of fingers, an effort to touch back.

A slow flutter of lashes and slowly opening eyes. Dull green turns to shining emeralds when Deku finally sees Katsuki. Dekus eyes shone with recognition.

Deku is awake.

And the first words that Katsuki says to him after a long time of not seeing each other are calm and sure,

"Deku, I love you."

They started dating right after Deku got discharged a week later.

Katsuki was relentless after all.

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Deku is dating a pro hero. Whenever he thinks about it, it causes him to blush and shake his head. As a hero enthusiast, it's like a dream come true. As a Dynamight fan, it's like he died and went to heaven.

Deku is dating Pro Hero Dynamight. Top 4 in hero ranking and top 1 in most sought after bachelor in the whole of Japan. Yes, that Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki.

Deku has been in love with him even when they were kids. They had a fall out and he moved away when they finally met again after a villain attack Kacchan suddenly confessed to him and courted him non-stop. Honestly Deku has no idea why Kacchan wanted him, but he was so honest and straightforward about it that Deku could not refuse. He has loved him longer after all.

So yes, they are together but no one knows except them and their family.

They have to keep a secret. Same sex couples are tolerated at best but not exactly accepted. They are perfectly content the way they are. A secret in public but sweet in private.

There were no problems and then Kacchan introduced his best friend to Deku.

"This Kirishima Eijirou."

Kirishima Eijiro is a nice guy. He's hyper, very friendly and as Kacchan had said had been his rock, no pun intended, during his years of self discovery at UA.

"Shitty hair, this is Izuku. I've known him since we were in diapers."

Kirishima doesn't know about the relationship as Deku was introduced as a childhood friend that Kacchan had met up with once again.

It's a dinner meet up that Kacchan wanted for a while now. Deku knows this means a lot to him that his two closest people get to know each other. He feels proud that Kacchan wanted him to meet his UA friends and fellow pro hero.

The conversation between the three of them is good. Kirishima himself is a talker and his laugh is contagious. Deku thinks they could become good friends.

The dinner went on like that until Kacchan had to stand up to take a call, leaving the two of them behind.

Deku feels a bit awkward since it will just be him and Kirishima and they have just met.

"Must be the media. You know how it is rising to the top of the ranks and all." Kirishima says enthusiastically. Deku doesn't seem to have to worry about awkwardness, Kirishima is talkative.

"Yeah, Kacchan is amazing." He agrees to what the other says, smiling while looking at Kacchan at the far corner speaking to someone on the phone.

"He sure is! That's why I think his future girlfriend should be just as amazing!"

Deku almost drops his fork, his grip gets weak and he just stares at his hand near the plate as Kirishima continues to talk.

Kirishima seems to think his silence is permission for him to continue.

"He's got to have a really amazing girl, someone pretty and not plain."

Deku felt a strange itch on his chest.

"She's got to be sexy and feminine at the same time, he can't have those girls that are muscular. He has to be the only manly one."

It turns into something heavy and dull.

"And above all she's got an amazing quirk. For someone with a great and awesome quirk like Katsuki, she has to have something like that."

Which is now a sharp ache spreading all over his body.

"Katsuki should have a super girlfriend. I mean look at him. He is just simply the best out there, so why should someone plain and ordinary be good for him, right Midoriya?"

Deku feels like he wants to cry as all his self confidence drains out of him.

Kirishima waits for Deku's answer with a bright smile that has no ill will. He truly just wants the best for his best friend.

This man is Kacchan's best friend and might be Deku's biggest problem.

By the way he speaks about Kacchan, Deku concluded that no matter what, Kirishima should never know about him and Kacchan.

"Yeah." Meekly, Deku responded.

Kirishima just positively beams. His big arms went over Deku's shoulder and pulled him in much to Deku's surprise.

"You know what Midoriya, I think you get me. I thought you were just some typical nerd but I think you’re just the guy that can help me find my best bro the perfect girl. So what do you say?” Kirishima declares with all his muscled glory.

Deku gulps. This isn't good at all.

TBC

[skylar896]

Odious

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↺ ᴿᴱᴾᴱᴬᵀ ‖ ᴾᴬᵁˢᴱ ≫ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ˢᴼᴺᴳ

"Hello my name is Huerta, [Name]. I'm from the United Stwates, I'm 5 years old and I'm dotter [daughter] of a famwes pro hero from my homeland and my other Papa from here is also a pro hero. I'll be in your care and and visa versa. Thank you for listaning to my int- intro-duck-shin." I said reading off the paper I had carefully written before meeting my kindergarten class.

"Wow from the United States, you say, that so far from here. Well, class I hope you enjoy it here and make some new friends here. If you need anything please come and find me." I nodded off and looked around to spot an empty seat.

There was one in the back with no one and that was perfect for me. From what Ash told me sitting by yourself is more of a luxury than sitting with people. When I first arrived I felt very nervous that I wanted to throw up, but Pappy calmed my nerves down with breathing techniques.

Preschool in Japan is very different from home but I never went to preschool since it was too expensive. I had to change shoes before coming into the school which also confused me. Pappy had to answer many questions about preschools here from my homeland. Though I was left somewhat unsatisfied I was happy that I could prevent any digression here before I could do anything that would be disrespectful to them.

Slows I patted my lab listening a bit as I tried to calm down my fast heartbeat. "Okay, children. Craft time is now in section." Announced the Teacher before a flock of kids ran behind me to their cubbies. I was petrified and waited a bit before going back there and grabbing a small white box, blue board, and heading towards my seat. I felt nervous and didn't touch it until someone did.

When craft time was in process, I was bombarded by compliments about my wyvern clay. "U..ummm thank you" was all I could muster before bowing slight and returning to my work. Though a child wouldn't stop talking to me because of how cool my wyvern was. "My name is Midoriya Izuku." He introduced himself to me.

"Huerta, [Name]. But please call me by my first name. I'm still getting used of calling everyone's last name." I insisted to him because it felt weird being called my last name here. We got to chating a bit before craft time was over and by the end of it I was now sitting with him and friends table. In the end it wasn't as bad as I thought, I met his childhood friend Bakugo Katsuki and the other three so I didn't feel that lonely that day.

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"¡De ninguna manera, vamos!" - No way, come on!

I silently cursed a bit before walking home. It's been 10 years since I was last home with my bio family, almost 11 now. Pappy just texted me that he was going to be late again. Now I was wondering who's meeting him in the mornings these past few months. "Is he secretly meeting up lover... No papa said that he's given up on dating well before he met me... Maaaaybeeee an old friend/acquaintance?"

"Well it can be helped.... Sure I maybe a child, but I can take care of myself.." I could only sigh before hoping the fence again. I stopped my bike and looked around before biking home once more. "Should I call Katsuki, Or maybe should I talk to him in person." The big truck passed by as I waited for the sign to show white. "Maybe I should bike there just to talk to him. It's been a while since I've last visited that bastard hehe."

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"Why the hell are you here?"

"Oh come on, Kacchan! It's not like the first time I've broken into you house."

"THAT THAT WHOLE POINT ASSHOLE!" I gave him a smug face before making myself at home, "Geez shouldn't you talk to you childhood friend much nicer, KitKat.", "Die!"

"You too, Kacchan. Anyways how's your health been doing after the attack. To be honest I was worried for both your's and Zuzu's health." I was getting straight to the point to him. "Shut the hell up. That dumbass–", "Bakugo..", "Tch, that Nerd was only in the way. I was fine dealing with that slug monster."

"But that's the point of help out. You're quirk wasn't compatible to deal with that villains. Izuku was just trying to help out, that's all." I consulted with him, having my hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine okay... Nothing abnormally wrong with me for the past few days of that attack." I could sigh to him and nodded.

"Well since I'm here how we chat a bit more. It only been a few years since we all reconnected and had our own talks." He nodded with idea and we both headed down stairs. He prepared the Macha tea for us both as we chatted away the next 2 hours.

"Thanks for the tea, Kacchan! I owe ya'!" I waved back at him. "Yeah, yeah. Now get out." I huffed and went on my merry way back home to prepare dinner.

"Hey!", "Mhm?" I brake my bike and turned around. It was Kacchan running up to me, "You asshat, here." And he has my phone in hand. "Oh shit! Okay now I owe you double for this. " and I when off my merry way again.

Fun fact - The title 'Sun Roof' was inspired by Nicky Youre, Daze song- 'Sunroof'. It was playing in my car when I wrote it that day...

[xexiar]

I’m An Idiot. 6

Ch5 Ao3

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After the nerd hanged up, I went back to look at the photos. Some of them were just him taking photos standing in front of a mirror. A lot of different types of outfits. But the feature I was enjoying from these casual clothes was how cute Deku looked in them.

From a set of new quoted shirts. What was with Deku and those shirts? Then there was a few new joggers and jeans. Which many really brought to detail how garb-able his hips were. Which reminds of the brief moment I was able to see, in real time, his perfect skin. Damn, that was a work of art.

But when I finally got to the photos that pissed me off, I tried my hardest not to explode my phone. For most of the photos it was done in front of a mirror. But there was one picture that had him spread out on his back, on a bed. His robe was wide open, along with his legs. He wore a black thong that barely covered anything. The way Deku looked in this picture had me uncontrollably growling.

Whoever took that photo most likely had to take multiple. Which meant there was more like this. Meaning that person got front row view of Deku being in many angles. All that had me violently shake with anger. And with how exposed he was, it just didn’t set well with me.

Someone else had gotten to see Deku in such an intimate way. Someone else saw the nerd spread open to them. My chest felt like it was being compressed the more I thought about how I wasn’t the one who saw Deku like that. It was so frustrating to know I was clearly too late.

That’s when I felt burning wetness flowing down my face. It feels like someone had ripped my heart out and threw it. Was that Deku’s plan all along? Was he cheating on me? For moment I just started to blink. We’re not even together. He’s not cheating because we were never a thing. Just thinking that made me feel much worse.

“I fucking fucked up.” I fell asleep crying thinking about how much I fucked up everything. I fucked up so badly that nothing I do would ever be enough. I’ll never be able to make up for everything I’ve done. There was no way I would ever be able beg for forgiveness. Deku hates me.

The next day was painfully numbing. Since my parents had to work, they left me their credit card. After texting the idiots, I just waited on my porch. I did go back through the photos Deku sent me. Even if it was too late for me, I still craved him. “Hey, Bakubro.”

As we walked to the station, it was mostly quiet between us. “So, Kiri told me how you have a date this Sunday.”

I looked over to raccoon eyes before looking back at my feet. “It’s not a date. Well… not anymore.”

“Bro,” The way all three stopped and turned to face me, had me sick. “What happened, Bakugo?”

I let out a sigh as I just hanged my head. “I think Deku is seeing someone. At least, doing something with them.”

I suddenly felt an arm wrapped around my shoulders. “What you mean, bro?”

“Well…” I started to fidget with the ring on my right middle finger. “Deku is currently with those damn extras from class. You know, four-eyes, frogy, ponytail, round face, and icyhot.” Saying his name felt like acid on my tongue. It didn’t help that I could hear myself growl while saying it. Nor the fact I was grinding my teeth. I thought we were friends. But clearly, he’s lying to me about something. And I didn’t like the fact that it most certainly had to do with Deku.

“Maybe you’re overthinking it.” I looked at raccoon eyes. “There’s probably more to it than he’s telling you. Midoriya doesn’t give off that kind of vibe. Especially with how loyal he is when it comes to you.”

“He left for his birthday week behind my back. And it wasn’t until last night that he finally told me who he was with.” The way all 3 had this pity look had me sick. “He sent me pictures.”

“Can we see!”

I pushed shitty hair off me. “Hell no.” I let out an annoyed huff, after sucking my teeth. “Some of them is him in lingerie—”

“Oo. Naughty, naughty. Did he pose for you?”

“Shut up!” Both shitty hair and dunce face quickly covered their mouths with their hands. “One of the photos had him in a way that it was clear someone else took the picture.”

“Well,” We all looked at raccoon eyes. “Maybe he needed someone to help him with that. If he sent you the photo, it was probably meant for you in the first place. What’s so wrong with having someone help take pictures of angles and poses that he wasn’t able to do?” Wow. She did have a point. Was it possibly that Deku sent that photo up on purpose for me? At that, I felt my face and all the way up to my ears burning up.

“Awe. Look at the Bakubro blushing.”

“I’m going to kill all of you.” I soon was trying to catch the cackling idiots all the way to the station. Eventually we got to the mall and went into the electrics store. While just looking around dunce face started to poke my face. “What do you want?”

“So… Are you getting him flowers or not?”

“God damn it.” I pushed him off him. “I’m not buying him flowers. It’s not a date.”

“Come on, blasty boy.” I looked over to raccoon eyes who happened to be on the other side of the aisle. “I’m sure your boyfriend would love that you got him flowers.”

I felt my face burn up as I displayed my middle finger. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sure.” I looked over to shitty hair. “Whatever you say, Bakubro.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not even dating. And it’s not a damn date.”

“But you want it to be a date.” I looked over at pinky as she held up the new released Ironman movie. “You know you want it to be. Just admit it.”

“It’s not a date. It’ll never be a date. He probably only said yes because he didn’t feel he had a choice.”

“Bro.” I looked over at shitty hair. “Remembered what I said yesterday. I will send your butt to the hospital. You can’t keep doing this.”

“What happened yesterday? And why wasn’t I invited?”

“Bakubro had a breakdown after learning Midoriya left for the week.”

“I’m so sorry, blasty.” I then watched as pinky made her way around the aisles to give me a hug. “Why didn’t you call us when you found out?”

“I was trying to reach Deku.” It soon turned to an uncomfortable group hug that I wanted out.

“How about we go pick out birthday gifts for your boyfriend.”

“Raccoon eyes, Imma punch you if you call Deku that one more time. And that goes for you two idiots.”

“Says the one who picked out an outfit for his date. Even went out of his way to find an All Might bento box set, with chopsticks and everything.” I just growled as the 3 idiots started to laugh. “Come on, Bakugo. He sent you naughty photos. You two are practically already dating. So, come on.”

“One more word out of you, dunce face, and I’ll send ears the video of you trying to sniff cinnamon with a bendy straw.”

“Dude! No! I was dying!” Dunce face whining was so annoying. Especially when it’s right in my ear. “I thought you said you deleted that video.”

“Why were you sniffing cinnamon?” The way me, shitty hair, and dunce face went about looked back at the latest CDs was a bit funny. If it wasn’t for the fact that we can hear pinky tapping her foot. “And why didn’t you 3 invite me?”

After dealing with explaining to pinky how that whole thing happened during dunce face’s birthday party, we finally moved on to different store in the mall. “So,” I looked over at shitty hair. “How many naughty photos did Midobro send you?”

I felt my face burn up as I looked away from the 3 idiots. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh.” When I looked back, they were all grinning at me. “What about you get him something like that for his birthday?”

“Nope.” They all seemed confused, but I kept moving forward. For the rest of the day, it was just minor banter about how I should decorate my room. Not like I was a big fan of doing something like that. Nor was able to since my parents were very strict on what went on my walls. And after my outburst on Saturday, I can see why it was best not to have anything on my walls.

After I got home, I had a strange feeling. Something just wasn’t quite right. So, once I took off my boots, I ran up to my temporary room. Locking the door, I started to FaceTime Deku. And when he answered I was so grateful that I called.

When Deku answered I had a full view of his chest and up. And I saw it. I saw the face I was dreading when I learned he left for the week. The face I knew too well and seen many times before. The same face that he had when the last bet of hope left him. “What the fuck?”

“Hi, Kacchan.” The way his voice sounded brought forth a pain that I hated so much. It was the same pain I felt every single time I saw Deku as broken as he looked now.

“Are you naked?” The way he brought the phone closer to his face, I was able to see more detail. From how puffy around his eyes were to the strange black stains that probably were the trails of his tears. The way the white of his eyes were red. Along with how weakly he nodded, it made me wish I could hold him. “Is anyone in the room with you?” When Deku weakly shook his head, a sickening feeling took over. Oh, please don’t tell me that he had that with him. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what, Kacchan?” The way he dropped his head and tilting it slightly told me exactly that he had it. I didn’t want to believe it, but the signs were right there. God damn it!

“Don’t play dumb with me! I know that face. I should have made you give me that stupid thing after you told me about it.” Another deep regret of mine “So, where the fuck is it?” The moment he held up that damn blade my heart dropped. “Oh, my fucking god! Deku! Seriously!” Damn it! Why was he left alone? Why didn’t I destroyed that when I found out? Where the fuck was icyhot when Deku is like this? Does that bastard not know? “Go throw that shit away. If not, when you return, I’m destroying it.”

The way Deku bit down his lip as he whimpered was so painful to watch. “Why bother?”

NO! Go damn it! I fucked up! And Deku is… is… No. No. No. “Izuku, please. Just please, Izuku. Get rid of the knife.” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. But all I wanted was for my Izuku to be safe and nobody was there to stop him. I just hope he listens.

I watched as I saw Izuku moving around before the camera switched to showing a trashcan. To my relief Izuku threw away the blade. “There.”

Oh, thank god. “Thank you.” He then switched back the camera. Now I could focus on another issue. “Now, why are you naked?”

“Bath. I feel dirty.” Based on how he currently looked, I don’t blame him. But something tells me it’s much worse than his face. Especially when he had that stupid knife.

“Why do you feel dirty?” I watched as he bit his lip and started to silently cry. Whatever was happening he really didn’t want to tell me. And that thought alone made me pissed. But right, he does not need that. With how fragile he currently was, it’s best that I ask those type of questions another day. I needed him to calm down at least. “Nerd?”

“I just feel dirty, ok.” The way he was shaking hurt to watch. Oh, how I wished I was there to hold him. To tell him it was going to be ok. But what was there that I could do now? Maybe he wants some alone times after what had just happened. But I didn’t want to get off the phone with him.

At the same time, I didn’t want to stress him more than he already was. “Do you want me to call you back?”

The way his face instantly looked at me took my breath away. Even when he look so broken he still had this gorgeous expression. “No. Please stay with me.” Oh god, how could I say no to that? Without a word I nodded my answer.

As I heard the water running, I can see that he seemed distressed. At that, Deku wasn’t even mumbling. Whatever happened today really took a toll on him. But what I couldn’t get over was the the black stains that was ruining that perfect face. “What happened to your face?”

Deku looked back my way as he used his thumb to rub his cheek. Which smudged whatever that black stain was. Some was on his finger as he showed it to me. “We were doing a spa thingy. And I got to try makeup.” At that is when the waterworks started back up. What happened that got him like this? “I looked just like mom.”

Something tells that wasn’t the only reason the spa thing affected him. But I’ll ask him about that later. Right now, I just wanted to get him to feel ok. Even though I know full well he always had mixed emotions about his mom. Some of it I wasn’t too sure why. I just knew that he would avoid her. Along with how often she wasn’t home. So, I kind of understand. “Well, duh, stupid.” The way he looked at me somehow caught me off guard. Not because he was angry, but because he started crying again. Damn it. “Even I look like my hag, but I’m prettier.”

That’s when the Deku I knew finally showed himself. The way he let out a short giggle gave me hope that I was going in the right direction. “Whatever you say, Kacchan.” At that I couldn’t help stick out my tongue. “I also got to try on outfits, and I come to realize I have thick hips.”

Oh my god, this nerd. Now I’m wondering if he has pictures of that. But I’ll ask in a bit. “Duh. You sure are slow, nerd.”

“Hey!” The way he puffed out his cheeks was so cute. Just wanted to pinch them.

“Don’t hey me. It’s true. You always had an ass.” God. I can’t believe I said that out loud. But it doesn’t matter. Right now, the nerd needs all the cheering up he can get. “But those stupid shirts you wear hides it.”

“Shut up!” I swear what is it with Deku being so damn cute when he’s this kind of mad? Because this wasn’t he was serious mad. It was the kind of mad that I noticed wasn’t a true mad. I wonder if he was ok enough to answer a few questions.

“So, are you going to tell me about the spa thing? I did say I wanted to hear about your day.” That’s when the smile dropped, and he tried to look away. “Nerd.” He looked back at me. “You were crying. I need to know why.”

“Why do you need to know that?” At that I felt my eye twitch. As my anger start to build, I tried to stay focused on not screaming. Shitty hair, dunce face, and pinky kept repeating that today. And with how I found Deku, it would be best I didn’t scream.

“Because you almost did something. And I need to know…” I couldn’t take it the moment I saw Deku breakdown crying again. “Nerd!” The screen was shaking as he kept the phone close to his face. But suddenly it fell, and I only saw black. Damn it. “Nerd, I’m not mad at you! But I am going to beat the living shit out of those extras for allowing you to get to this point! For a damn birthday week, why the fuck do I keep finding you crying? Deku!”

Eventually he did flip the phone over, and I saw how he was crouch down by the phone. “Kacchan. Please. Do I really have to say it?”

“Why are you so scared to tell me?” The way I can tell how he sat back made me uneasy. What was happening over there? It was quiet longer than I liked. Especially when I could see Deku biting his lip in a sign that he was tryin not to mumble as he was thinking. What was going on? And why did it give me such a nasty taste in my mouth? Was he really doing something with one of those extras? Was the photo he sent was actually a mistake and I wasn’t supposed to see? Was he sleeping with someone?

As much as that thought hurt, it hurt more to see Deku like this. Whoever he was seeing was treating him badly. Whoever this bastard was is hurting Deku. I’m going to kill them when I find out. Even if I have to hunt them down to make sure that asshole pays for what they’re doing to my nerd. “The spa thing…” Deku started speaking. So, I tried to take a deep breath and let him continue. Which is then I noticed I was violently shaking. “The hotel provided the service. It was… the…” I watched as Deku bit his lip for a moment before continuing. “They offered their ultra deluxe package.”

The way I could tell that took a lot of Deku to say, was not a good sign. But I needed him to keep talking. I needed to know who the fuck I was killing for leaving my Deku so distressed. “What is this ultra deluxe package they offered?”

“That’s something I didn’t even know until they showed up in my suite. Kacchan,” I just readjusted how I was sitting as Deku looked me in the eyes. “Please keep in mind I wasn’t the only one getting the spa treatment. The others too. So, please just hear me out before you get mad.”

“I’m already pissed. But I won’t interrupt.” I watched as Deku stood up and moved around. Eventually I was staring at the ceiling for a while before I heard water going about. Most likely he had set me down somewhere as he got in the tube. That was until the ceiling started to move and I was placed somewhere. Did he find a stand? Or did he get in before grabbing the phone again.

“So, when they came to my room, I was shocked to see who it was. The workers were all females and barely was wearing anything.” I was trying to hard not to scream, but I was slowly seeing red. What kind of spa package was this? Especially since it left Deku looking horrified. “They washed my hair and even massaged it before flattening it. They cleaned my nails and gave me foot and shoulder massage.” It felt like he was holding something back, but I’ll let him finish talking.

He then went about, stuttering, how the workers made it a point to showcase what they had under their miniskirts. To the point that he was the only one feeling horrified. The other extras kept trying to get him to relax to deal with the spa treatment. From how he’s talking about it, that was far from a typical spa treatment. At that, I been to a spa before because the hag dragged me for mother-son bonding. Those people wore proper clothes and weren’t in your face.

“And it came time to take photos, they were touching me in places I was not comfortable with. Two were grabbing my butt and another was too close to my private area. It was so horrible that I almost threw up.” I’m killing every single one of those extras for making Deku go through that. “But at least everyone else had fun.”

“Nerd.” I could see the tears running down his face as he looked back at me. “This is your birthday week. So, fuck them.” At that he cried harder. What the fuck did I say?

“You want me to fuck them?” Maybe that wasn’t the right word for this.

“Not like that.” That still didn’t seem to work to calm him down. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be having fun, not those extras.” At least it went down to sniffles. “What was the point of doing that whole spa thing?”

“I just wanted to change.” The way he started whaling made it seem something else was going on.

“Change how?”

“I wanted to get rid of my dumb freckles and stupid curly hair.”

“Why?” He looked at me before continuing crying. “There’s no point in changing that.” Was it possible the person said something about how he looked. How dare that extra! “Your freckles are one of the best things about you.” That made him stop crying.

“You mean it, Kacchan?”

“When do I say things I don’t mean?”

“You’re right.” Deku let out a breath before placing the phone somewhere. “Todoroki tried to calm me down after the workers left.” I couldn’t help grind my teeth hearing his name. Me and icyhot have a lot to chat about when they return. “Kacchan?”

“Yeah?”

Deku showed his face again. “My mom thinks I took this week to lose my virginity.” Without thinking I exploded the pillow I had on my lap. Even though I was suspecting that he left to go fuck some extra and was going to question him. I did not expect him to outright tell me. Which hurts so much more than I thought it would. How much did I fucked up that he had to keep it a secret from me?

Wait a minute. He said it’s what his mom thinks. “Deku.” He quickly made eye contact with me before looking away and biting his lip. Fuck it. If he was actually planning to lose his virginity with those assholes, I want to hear him say it. Regardless how much my heart currently feels like it broke into pieces. I need to hear him say it. “Was that the whole point of this trip? And who were you planning to do it with? I’m not mad. But I rather hear from you instead of someone else.”

The way he looked made my broken heart break even more. “You promise you won’t be mad?” I just nodded. He then went on a tangent explaining what was going on. From how originally it was just supposed to be floaty and icyhot. But dumbass round face invited the other extras and it started to get out of hand. The way it was just supposed to have fun most of the day but then at night it was to try things. Especially to try and stage he slept with floaty.

But every time I asked about icyhot, Deku started to cry and avoided eye contact. “Nerd.” He looked at me. “If you’re trying to piss me off, keep avoiding the question. Just tell me and get it over with. I’ll be more angry from you not talking.”

That’s when I watched as he let out a breath before he set me down somewhere. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’m such a horrible person.” What the fuck is going on? “Todoroki had agreed to help me get over you!” At that I heard Deku start to whale again. All while I felt my whole body go numb. He really was doing something with icyhot. And hearing it hurt more than suspecting. “It hurts so much!” He wasn’t done talking. I held on to my chest as I tried to keep listening. “Why do you hate me so much?”

I couldn’t stop myself as I finally started to cry. “I don’t hate you, Izuku. I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

I wasn’t sure anymore who was crying but that’s the only sound that continued between us. “Kacchan?”

“Yeah?” I heard movement which brought to my attention that I was no longer holding my phone. In fact, it was next to me, and I then saw that my All Might doll across the room. I got up, as I grabbed my phone, and walked over to get my doll.

“We haven’t done anything. Every time I look at him all I see you. I can’t bring myself to do something so horrible.” I looked at the screen and saw that he was on the other side. “We’re not even together but it’s feels like I’m cheating on. I feel so disgusting. It hurts so much.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you so much.” Another round of crying began as I hugged my doll. Eventually we both were left sniffling, and I was hiccuping.

“Kacchan?”

“Yes, Izuku.”

“I wanna go home.”

I looked at him and saw how he was still in the tub. At that, his lips were starting to turn blue. “Get out of the tub before you catch a cold.” He nodded as he started to stand up. While watching him move and shiver, I tried to catch my breath. “I wish you were home. Was losing your virginity the only reason you left?” I took note how the background changed around him. “Don’t forget to dry yourself up and towel your hair.”

“I know. And no. I did wanted to do other things. But I no longer want to be here.” Deku had sent the phone somewhere that gave me full view of the room, and him. Telling from the details it was that walk-in closet. Why was he in there? At that, he was still naked and dripping wet. He fidgeted with his fingers while just standing there. “Would Kacchan be mad if I stayed the rest of the week?”

“That depends.” At that he started to cry. “Are you going to sleep with anyone?”

“No, Kacchan.”

“Are you still going to try to stage that you slept with someone to show your bitch of a hag?”

He chuckled for a moment before frowning again. “No, Kacchan.”

“So, what are you going to do if you stayed?”

“Todoroki did suggest Hirakata Park. I would like to try out the games and rides.”

“Did you get sunscreen?” He shook his head. “Deku.”

“Todoroki said he might have some. And if not, we will buy in the morning before going anywhere.” I then watched as he placed his hands behind him and started rocking back and forth. “Kacchan?”

“What is it?”

“How do I look?” Was he really asking this now? I swear that nerd is going to be the death of me.

“You look like you’re freezing. Put on some clothes.” At that, Deku started to cry. Wait? Was there something else he wanted me to say? What was there to say? He was shivering standing naked in the middle of a room. … OH! I couldn’t help smirk. “Are you asking me what I think of you naked?”

Deku started to fidget again. “Yes.” If it wasn’t for the fact, I knew how to read lips, I might have not known Deku’s answer. I still found it funny the only reason I know how to read lips was because of Deku.

I couldn’t help chuckle, which got Deku looking back at me. “I’ll like it better in person. Now, put some clothes on before you catch a cold.” The way his face tried to turn red was cute. I then got the joy of watching a bouncy Deku go about getting a towel and finally drying himself After that, with a towel wrapped around his lower half, he brought forth some bags. At that, I recognized what store those bags came from.

“I got a cute new sweater!” Which he then proceeded to pull out this oversized bubblegum pink hoodie. “Isn’t it super cute!” When he put it on, I tried to not laugh. The hoodie looked so big on him. “The store didn’t have a medium in stock, so I brought an extra-large.”

“That’s my hoodie now.”

“What! No! It’s my hoodie, Kacchan! I brought it! It’s mine!”

“Nope. It’s mine now, nerd. When you get home you better give me my hoodie!”

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 10

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, violence, swearing (and not because of the angry pomeranian) Word count: 2887

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 9 | Volt 11

After the new year, Shinsou and Tsukare started at Aldera Middle School. Not many schools were open for taking transfers so late in the year but the drive was on the way to UA, so everyone agreed it would be the best opportunity. On the first day there, the brothers were swarmed by a majority of the students, plenty of kids welcoming to the fresh set of faces, especially a certain kid with green hair.

"Hi! My names Midoriya Izuku! We never really get transfers so everyone's really excited! If you don't mind me asking, what are your quirks?" The two were immediately taken aback and gave each other quizzical looks.

Do you think we should tell him?

I'm not worried about telling him mine, I'm just worried about accidentally using it on him because of how overwhelmed I am. Do you know when lunch is?

"Lunch is at twelve thirty! Sorry, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, I don't know if that's a thing with sign language, I just know sign language. If you accidentally use your quirk on me, I won't take any offense! I just think all quirks are so cool and useful, I want to learn as much as I can about them!" The brothers were now in shock, never seeing a fan to this extent.

"Hey nerd! Back off before you rub your quirklessness all over them! They probably don't even want to be around a useless Deku like you." The pair glared at the loud blond, not enjoying his loud and brash tone as he shoved Midoriya out of the way. "The names Bakugou Katsuki, I'm gonna be the next number one hero. What're your names, extras."

"If you were paying attention maybe you'd know." Bakugou's palms crackled at Tsukare's retort.

"HAAAAHHHH? WHAT WAS THAT YOU WORTHLESS EXTRA?" The youngest of the group shirked back a bit. Old, fresh wounds, stirring to the surface before he bounced back.

"I said what I said, I thought I was supposed to be the one with the sound quirk. Jeez you're loud. You can go now, we were actually having a pretty nice conversation with Midoriya before you interrupted." He watched as the blond stomped away, his followers giggling under their breaths that someone actually told off the loud blond.

That took a lot more focus then it should have to not accidentally use it on him. So yeah, I have a sound quirk.

"Nobodies ever told off Kacchan like that before. But you have a sound quirk? That's so cool! How does it work?" Shinsou nodded for his brother to explain, knowing the boy still needed guidance here and there.

I call it sound wave, I can control how loud someone hears me. So if I used it on you, I can make it sound like I'm playing a radio next to your ear at max volume but to Hitoshi it would sound like I'm regularly speaking. But I can only use it if I'm looking at the person.

"That's so cool! Do you know who Present Mic is? Your quirk is kind of like his but on more of a select scale and could throw someone off in combat if needed. Do you plan on being a hero?" The brothers tried not to laugh at his first question. They knew the hero far too well, however nobody needed to know that.

I plan on applying to UA.

"I want to go there too! They finally lifted their quirkless rule so I might have a shot! How come you called Shinsou by his first name? Are you two related?" The scattered conversation felt comforting to Onryo, with his ADHD he could easily keep up.

Yeah, we're brothers. Adopted, but still brothers.

"That's cool! I've heard how bad the system is though, I'm sorry you two had to go through that, but at least you both found a family together in the end!" Shinsou smirked and nodded along, something about the gentle nature of Midoriya warmed his heart and gave him butterflies.

My quirk is brainwash. If someone answers me, I can control them for some time. But like all quirks there's limitations and rules.

"That's so cool! Are you planning on being a hero too? There's not a lot of hero's with mental quirks so that could be beneficial to a lot of people! Plus you could easily capture someone before they could even attack as long as you use your quirk!" That made Shinsou blush, nobody had gone on a mini tangent about the benefits of his quirk that wasn't related to him. He looked down to try and collect himself, his brother sending him a confused look but didn't push anything.

Thank you. I plan on going to UA as well, Onryo and I are applying next school year.

"I hope to see you both there! Ah, it's almost time for lunch, I'd suggest not eating with me. I'm one of the only quirkless kids here so I don't want you two getting any backlash for it. Especially from Kacchan." The brothers shared a look, easily reading each other after having lived together for four years to know they made a new friend.

We'd honestly rather eat lunch with you then the rest of the class. Most of them are nice but we aren't big fans of the blond kid from earlier.

A new, strong friendship was made after that. Every weekend, at least two of the three would hang out when Shinsou wasn't busy training with his capture weapon his dad got him and Tsukare wasn't busy training in general. Shinsou wanted to get a decent grip on it before entrance exams and it took his dad six years to master, so if he can learn a decent amount in a year and a half, he might have a shot at the exam.

Onryo met Midoriya Inko first and was slightly taken aback by his friends extensive All Might collection. Not understanding why he adored the man so much, however that sparked a friendly debate for the two and Onryo probably hadn't talked that much at once in his whole life.

Then he got in his first fight. Out of the two, Aizawa and Yamada thought Shinsou would be the kid to get into a fight first, but they were wrong.

Onryo was already pissed about how Bakugou decided to treat his friend, let alone how he cornered him in class. So at the end of the day, when everyone was packing up, Tsukare stayed behind with Midoriya like normal on a Friday while Shinsou headed out for capture training.

"That fight from this morning is all over the news, is it okay if I write some stuff down before I forget anything?" The boy nodded, knowing about his hero analysis journals and sat down. The two were planning on going to the Midoriya household after school so he wasn't in a rush. The two froze when Bakugou appeared and swiped his notebook.

"I dunno what you think you're doing Deku, but we're not done." Tsukare was prepared to stand up, already on edge.

"Whatcha got? His diary?" One of the goons said before glancing over. "Huh? Don't tell me you're taking notes on how to be a hero."

"That's so pathetic!" The two started laughing while Bakugou held his notebook.

"Says the ones who can't even think for themselves and follows their friend around everywhere like some dumb dogs." The two froze as he spoke, not expecting his retort.

Midoriya went to grab it back but froze, yelling as Bakugou exploded it and tossed it out the open window.

"Most first-string heroes show potential early on. People look at them and just know they're just destined for greatness. When I'm the only student from this garbage junior high to get into UA, people will start talking about me like that. They'll realize I'm legit, the next big thing. That's not ego talking, I just know I'm good." Tsukare scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stood beside his quivering friend. "Here's a little word of advice, nerd." It took a moment for Tsukare to see the smoke streams coming off of the others uniform. "Don't even think of applying, or else." Onryo quickly moved, grabbing the explosive blonds wrist and taking it off Midoriya's shoulder.

"I could say the same to you."

People have said that when the sunshine friend gets angry, somethings wrong. And these four finally knew what that meant. Tsukare Onryo, one of the seemingly bubbliest kids in the class, always smiling and laughing in the back of the room, was pissed. A dark look in his eye that made the two bystanders quiver. He watched as Bakugou huffed and stalked off.

"Y'know, if you really wanna be a hero that badly, there actually might be another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life. Then take a swan dive off the roof of the building." The next thing Tsukare did, was walk up to Bakugou and send a right hook into his face. The unexpecting blond stumbled towards the door, turning around the see a very angry classmate. "What the hell! I was just being honest!" Bakugou went to send an explosion to Tsukare's face but he was prepared.

He gripped his wrist, spun him around and kicked his knees in, making him tumble to the ground.

"You wanna be a hero? Then act like it. Get your head out of your ass. You have no right to tell someone to go and kill themselves just to feed your fucking ego. You wanna pick a fight? Then make it a fair match. So pick your next words wisely before I give you more then just a black eye." He tugged his elbow a little harsher to prove his point.

And that was when a teacher walked in, of all times.

"Principals office! Both of you! Now!" Tsukare stood up with a scoff, not even caring about getting in trouble. What the blond said hit too close to home and he'd be damned if he watched his friend go through the same thing he did.

"Onryo? Why are you in here! I was expecting to see your brother, not you." Tsukare chuckled glumly and nodded his head towards Bakugou, his black eye on full display. "You didn't.."

"Why the hell is there a pro hero in here? Thought our parents were supposed to show up." The father and son duo both shot him a glare, making the blond shut up for a second. Two sunshine people angry is scary.

"How come we're here, principal?" The principal paled at the sight of a pro hero in the room.

"Your son was in a fight today."

"The extra lunged at me for no good reason!" The three sighed at the temper of the aggressive blond.

"Tsukare, what do you have to say to this?" Mic turned his attention to his youngest, curious as to why his sunshine child would start a fight.

"He told Midoriya to kill himself, he's been bullying him for well over a year now. The teacher doesn't do anything, my brother and I are the only ones who try to stop it and he claims that he wants to be a hero. If he did, he wouldn't tell someone to take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk in the next life. So I don't feel guilty about what I did, I'll take a suspension or detention or whatever you think is fit but he needs a consequence too." Yamada looked at his child in shock, not expecting his son to go off on a tangent but he was proud of him for sticking up for his friend.

"Do you think this is acceptable behavior since your father is a pro hero?"

"What? No, I'm saying he's a bully and like every other school out there, you and your staff have failed at protecting its students so I took matters into my own hands. You just don't like that I stopped violence with violence and I stopped quirk misuse without resorting to those very same means." The principal sighed, and rubbed the crease between his eyebrows.

"Both of you, one days detention. Bakugou, you're free to leave. Tsukare, Present Mic, I'd like to have a word with you both." They waited for the door to shut again before the principal continued. "I understand the circumstances that Tsukare came here under, and I understand how that can make unwanted memories resurface. However, the way he handled it was unacceptable. By no means he should harm a student."

"How is that fair?" The principal looked to the child in shock. "You're reprimanding me for using physical force once, but you won't even send a second glance towards Bakugou who's physically and verbally assaulted a student multiple times under your care. Let alone misusing his quirk to harm said student. Why? Because Midoriya's quirkless?" He scoffed at the principals silence. "I don't care that his parents are rich and he grew up privileged, I know privileged when I see it because I didn't grow up like that. You can't prioritize children based off of their parents status in society, I'm not using the fact that my parents are pro-heroes to my advantage. I'm here accepting the consequences for my actions but instead you're fueling a teenagers god complex and destructive behavior. And I'll gladly accept my detention and any repercussions I might get at home. So if that's all you had to say then I'm going home." The principal sat in shock as he watched the student walk out followed by his loud father.

"You got in a fight?" Aizawa deadpanned as the four sat at the dinner table.

"He had it coming." Aizawa shot his older son a look before turning back to the other.

"Care to explain?" And so, Tsukare did. Explaining in detail how Bakugou has acted and what he said, everyone turning solemn at the comment and understanding why he reacted how he did. "I can't even be upset at you for that. Hitoshi's right, he had it coming."

"I have my first detention on Monday. I used the self defense moves you taught me when he tried to use his quirk on me." Everyone looked at him in shock, Mic didn't hear about this in the office. "He tried sending an explosion to my face, so I grabbed his wrist, tucked it between his shoulder blades and kicked the backs of his knees. Had him pinned down in under five seconds." Aizawa smiled proudly and ruffled his sons hair.

"I'm more proud then anything. You defended your friend, granted you messed up by throwing the first punch, but you got him down without unnecessary force." Tsukare smiled brightly, not expecting his dad to be proud of him. "I'm not too happy about the detention but you win some you lose some. I know how important Midoriya is to you both, despite his severe All Might obsession."

"Can I be excused from dinner so I can call and check in on him?" The parents nodded and watched as he scurried away.

After a few rings, the boy answered.

"Hey Tsukare!"

"Hey, I just wanted to check in after today."

"Oh I'm okay! It didn't bother me all that much, he was just being stupid." Tsukare tried not to sigh out of distaste.

"It doesn't make it okay."

"W-Was he mad?"

"Yeah, we both got detention, but it's not a big deal."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" Tsukare tried not to laugh at his friend and focused on settling his qualms.

"It's not your fault, it's Bakugou's fault for saying what he did. He hit a sore spot with me, I just reacted. Hey what ended up happening after you left? I know we were supposed to hang out today." He could sense how tense it was and worried that he asked the wrong thing.

"I met All Might today."

"What? Midoriya that's been your dream since you were a kid!"

"Yeah, I uh, I asked him if I could be a hero even though I'm quirkless, and he said no." Tsukare felt another new distaste form for the number one hero, not even remotely enjoying the comment and insinuated bias.

"Well he's wrong. Look at how many heroes have to basically fight quirkless everyday! If someone's wearing a gas mask against Midnight, or is deaf against Present Mic. The list goes on. They all have to fight quirkless sometimes." Something about his effort to prove a point warmed Midoriya's heart.

"He also left me on a roof right after.."

"Impeccable fucking timing. Is he dense or something? Especially after Bakugou said that to you!" Tsukare was fuming now, his scattered mind bouncing all over the place. "He's supposed to be the number one hero, not someone going around and crushing peoples dreams! You're getting into UA, you'll be the first quirkless kid to get in."

[planetyandere]

How Bakugo, Deku and Todoroki react to a darling who tries to run away...

Katsuki Bakugo

It was stupid really, to think you had any chance of getting far before he found you again. And it was even more stupid to believe that the punishments could not get any worse. But for some reason when you realized that one of the wood panels on the windows had come loose from the storm you only saw your freedom, not the consequences.

So you ran and ran but like always he found you... If you thought your life was hell before well boy were you in for a surprise. He'd drag you back and chain you to the bed, make you apologize in...let's just say creative ways. Wouldn't let you leave the bed for weeks and never let you out of his sight again.

"That was really stupid of you brat, but maybe it's my fault..

Maybe I've been to soft on you. But don't worry, that's not gonna happen again."

Todoroki

You didn't know which was scarier, the fact that he hasn't said a word or the death grip he had on your hand as he drags you back to your prison.

He pulled you into the bedroom and finally let go. You had yet to find the courage to look into his eyes.

The silence was thickly suffocating.

"Why?" You gulped shakily. Finally he had spoken and his tone was deathly calm. Like a storm brewing for something far worse.

Why did I do it? Why did I run away from the person who kidnapped me? Who keeps me in this prison for their own twisted pleasure?

"I-I'm sorry..." you could feel the tears start to burn again.

"No" he stepped closer until he was right in front of you. With deceptively gentle hands he tilted your chin up until you could meet his burning eyes. Calm. Deadly. Fierce all at once.

Softly he wiped the tears with his thumb.

"But you will be"

Izuku Midoriya

He panics at first, thinking someone had taken you. Because there's no way you'd ever run away from him. He loved you and you loved him he told himself.

So he got to work tracking you and whoever took his poor baby away from him. They were going to pay in ways they couldn't even imagine.

He was so relieved when he found you in that alley. He pulled you to him and apologized for not keeping you safe.

It's too bad half your quirk was the inibiality to lie. So when he asked what had happened and where the villain was you started to shake holding in the truth.

You felt the arms around you tense...then shake..

Slowly he started to piece together what had really happened.

He let go for a moment, his eyes swirling with something that always made you uneasy.

"Oh"

"Oh"

"There was no villain"

"Y-you ran away again"

You started to shake, knowing that once he started his delusional rambling nothing good was to come.

"Why would you do that??"

But he wasn't talking to you.

If only you could lie you could try to apologize or get out of this situation but you couldn't.

So he gripped you again. Tighter this time. And you knew by the delusional and wild look in his eyes something far worse than ever before was coming...

[chaoticcmesss]

My mistakes

Izuku Midoriya x y/n

y/n is gender neutral

Warning: angst, OOC Deku, self-doubt, mention of cheating, talking bad of one's self, sadness, a tiny sprinkle of toxic, little bit of gaslighting

Words; 1.7k

part 1 | part 2

*My heart hurts so much while writing this, so I'm sorry in advance* *also my writing sucks a*s and it hasn't been checked at all yet* *i will update when I’ve reread it cause it’s sh*t*

☼this divider was made by me btw☼

I've always wondered what it's like to have someone beg for you to stay in their life. Someone who would do anything just to get you back after a stupid argument.

My whole life I begged for someone to stay by my side so I wouldn't be alone.

I begged my mom to remain yet she left without a care in the world with her new family.

I begged my dad to stay with me yet he didn't even bat an eye towards my direction as he drove off with his mistress, never to be seen or heard from again.

I begged my siblings to stay by my side when my life went downhill, yet they just laughed at me and made sure to never contacted me again only when they need help.

But once I finally found him, the Izuku Midoriya. My life changed for the better with him by my side. He has slowly introduced me to his group of friends, especially his childhood and best friend, Dynamite and Shoto, they are all very nice and have interesting stories to tell. I knew that I now have people in my life that won't ever hurt me. Dynamight and I became very close with one another as we worked on several cases together and to be honest, we make an amazing duo. Same with Shoto, even though he doesn't really show his emotions that often, it's nice to have a logical conscious around.

Izuku and I have been together for 3 years ever since and nothing would ever come between us, or so I thought.

Our relationship slowly started to change for the worse, he would come home, give me a peck on the cheek and go to his office. He wouldn't even stay in the room with me unless it was necessary. He is always cooped up on his laptop doing the reports and important documents even at home. I don't think he realised that there was a sudden change in his moods or the way he’d come home smelling different. Of course, I’d notice the small details. I'd usually message Dynamight or Shoto on how he is during work and to keep me updated if anything happened.

Yes, I know that being a hero is very hard and tiring but so am I, I do as much hero work as him every day and night, and I made sure that I had time to welcome him back home, I made sure he ate and slept even with a hectic schedule.

But I felt like he slowly forgot about me, about us and what we have been through together.

Does he still love me?

Why is he still with me?

Does he have someone else?

Is he cheating on me with Uravity? (I'm sorry to uravity fans- lol I'm not sorry HA!)

I let these thoughts run around in my head as tears run down my face, maybe I’m just overreacting. Yeah. I'm just overreacting.

Looking at the hanging clock I saw that it was 7 pm, he is probably making his way back home. I don't know what to do with myself.

Do I confront him?

Do I just ignore it?

What do I do?

Taking a quick breather I heard the door open with a familiar jingle of keys and a sigh “y/n I'm home” says the man who I can't even recognise anymore.

It's always been a nickname. 

“Babe”

“Honey”

“Sweetheart”

“Love”

But it was just “y/n”

What happened to the man I fell in love with?

What happened to the man that I gave my heart to?

What happened to my Izuku that held my face as he proclaimed his love for me?

What happened to MY izuku?

“y/n? Are you okay?” Izuku says as he kneels to catch my gaze as he held my knees.

“y/n?”

I knew something was wrong.

Please. Please, God. Anyone. Anyone who’s listening. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please…

Slowly looking up to meet his gaze, I ask the one question that I know will break me, “are we okay izuku?” as I saw his features go from a warm yet soft look to shock and disbelief. 

“What brought this up?” he asked like I'm some kind of idiot.

“Do you still love me like you did when we first got together? Do you even know when our anniversary was? Do you even remember your s/o? Do you still love me?” looking down at my lap, whispering all the questions eating me alive, wanting to find the answers I wanted to hear from him yet. Nothing. Nothing but silence from him.

“Izuku, please. I don't want to stay in this relationship when it's clear to me that you don't. I don't want- I don't want to be at home watching the news on how you and another hero would look good together, I don't want to be at home while watching you realise that you've fallen in love with someone else, I don’t want to be at home while you forget about me and everything we’ve been through. So please Midorya. Tell me what's happening so we can either fix what's left of us or I let you go” 

I knew what his answer would be. All these years being together, I knew him like the back of my hand. I knew this silence all too well.

Izu- no its Midoriya now. It always had been Midoriya, never Izuku. Never my Izuku.

I pull out my phone and text Tsuki to come to get me from Midorya’s place.

“God fucking damnit, I-” standing from my seat to walk over to our bedroom to pack I felt him wrap his arms around my waist as he buried his face into my stomach, feeling the tears soak through my shirt.

“I'm sorry babe, please don't go. Please stay. Please. She was just a fling nothing else! Please stay with me. I need you” he begged me to stay, and he finally begged me to stay. But for what? For him? For us? What's left of us? 

If I didn't know better, I would've agreed with him and stayed but now, things are different. This wasn't the man I wanted to have a future with. This wasn’t the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Not anymore. All I see in front of me was a man that I don't recognise, a man who I was in a relationship with who was no longer the man I fell in love with, all I see is a lying, cheating man who broke my heart, stringing me along until he encounters “someone else”. Someone “better”

The man that I gave my heart to, so long ago was replaced with a man who didn't care for me at all, a man who would leave me all broken with nothing but a shattered heart. 

I deserve to be happy, I deserve all the good things in life and make sure he goes through the same pain I went through. 

I knew the longer I stayed in this apartment the faster I want to leave.

I removed his arms around me and sped walked to the bedroom locking the door and packing as much as I could fit in my suitcase. 

I knew that there was no us, there was no more love in this relationship. 

I unlocked the door to see him on the couch, covering his eyes as tears descended from them. 

“Go be with Uravity, since you've always gone to her behind my back Midoriya” stating that I knew he had been cheating on me with her, yes I'm sad about being cheated on but at least I made it to the top 5 heroes without sleeping with the judges.

Hearing knocking on the door I knew it was Tsuki so I hurriedly rush towards the door to open it. Turning back to face Midoriya “You might want to get tested for any STDs considering that your side piece sleeps with a LOT of people. OH and I’ll grab my stuff on Thursday” Tsuki grabs my suitcase for me and wraps his arm around me, like a comfortable, muscular shield as we leave this dreaded apartment. Once we left the apartment, all the tears I'd held back rushed to the surface as I sat down in Tsuki's car, weeping my heart out for the love that I had lost, in his arms keeping me from any danger. My heart hurts so much. Knowing that I was easily replaced.   

Katsuki’s POV:

My heart hurts for them, but I knew how this all felt. Watching the love of your life fall in love with someone else who doesn't deserve them at all and watching them get broken hurts so fuckin’ much.

I didn't care how many people were watching us in the car park, all I wanted to do was hold them in my arms and keep them protected from anything that could potentially harm them.

“Let's go home idiot” releasing them from my arms as I secure their seatbelt and put mine on, we headed out to my apartment where they’ll stay for however long it'll take for them to heal even if it takes years. I’ll always be by their side.

“Thank you, Katsu” they whispers to me as they slowly drifted off to sleep

“You’re welcome… dumbass… my dumbass. I’ve waited 3 fuckin’ years for you, I guess I can wait for a couple more” I mumbled looking back to them knowing that they won’t hear me.

Third’s POV:

But little does Katsuki know, y/n heard what he said and couldn’t believe that all this time. Katsuki fuckin’ Bakugou was in love with them. But decided it wasn't the right time or day to say anything after the whole Midorya situation. I guess time will tell when both Katuski and Y/n realise their true feeling.

-Meanwhile-

Midoriya sat in his apartment, thinking of ways to get his precious y/n back into his arms. Knowing that if they don’t come back. He’ll just force his way to get y/n back in any possible way.

The end?

[restwellsoon]

The Prince and His Paper

Summary: Shouto seems more like a prince than a sugar daddy. Like a prince, there's a coolness that keeps him emotionally distant. But money has a way of burning a hole in one's pocket and somehow Shouto's heart gets melted too.  

/  “I mean, duh,” you told your reflection. “Some hot, young rich dude wants to rail me? And pay me for it? Beats having some creepy old dude suck my toes.”

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

Cw: Sugar daddy AU, implied smut

Shouto logged into his bank account, thinking that he ought to since it’s been a few weeks since he last checked it. He wasn’t surprised by the amount of commas in the total but rather confused as to how he could still have so much money leftover every paycheck with the lavish way he lived on his off days.

Exiting out of the app, he rolled onto his stomach. It would take at least two tumbles for him to reach the other side of his king-sized bed, his first splurge as a pro-hero. Even though the mattress was plush and the sheets made with the highest thread count, he still longed for his old, worn futon from his UA days. After a long day of work, his bed felt far too big and cold.

He didn’t want many things in his life, already content with what he had. He finally became a hero in his own right, finally able to step out of the shadow of his family’s name. His family situation, though still tense, was slowly improving. He was fine with whatever progress they’ve made together, thinking it would even be foolish if they tried to speed up the process of reconciliation. And his friends? Though sometimes they were too busy to hang out outside of work, he was grateful that he could at least see them a few times a month because of work.

Love? It was a complicated thing for Shouto. He was worried he might not even know how to love because of his childhood and parents’ example. He could listen to the love lives of all his single friends yet if he tried to mimic or follow their advice, it wouldn’t feel authentic. But just because Shouto had some apprehension towards dating, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested.

---

“You have to have some idea of how you want to meet your perfect person,” Ochako said, waving a piece of barbecued meat that was caught between her chopsticks at Shouto.

It was a rare night where everyone’s schedules aligned, a sign that they should get dinner together and catch up. Midoriya was to her left. Bakugou was to the right of him and Kaminari to the other side of Bakugou. They sat at a circular table, gathered around a yakiniku grill, the occasional crackle and clank of beer glasses breaking through their conversation.

Kaminari, always one to prefer lighter and more casual conversation, egged him on, much to Ochako’s delight.

“C’mon, prince, there has to be some way to win your heart. Us single men won’t have a chance with any of the beautiful women of Musutafu until they know you’re taken!”

Shouto never really thought about how he would find that special someone. With all of the people in the world, he thought his odds were quite slim. He indulged them anyway.

“I suppose it would be a casual encounter.”

Kaminari made a face at this while Bakugou was polite enough to hold in a snicker, elbowing the darker blond. He locked eyes with everyone else at the table, mouthing ‘He doesn’t know’ while holding his composure poorly.

“Maybe I’d be reading a book or a newspaper, drinking coffee in the early morning. I’m not quite sure how the conversation would start but there would just be an instant spark and it would go from there.”

He’d been in similar situations often. The coffee shop he frequented had a newsstand in front of it. While waiting for his order, he took to reading the newspaper, opting to get his news the more traditional way. The people who often came up to him rarely approached him because he was Todoroki Shouto but because he was Pro-Hero Shouto. Their motives varied from his looks to his wealth. Some were simply fans dreaming of their chance to be with their idol. Regardless of their reasons, he wasn’t interested. He didn’t have clear details of what he wanted in a partner but he knew it wasn’t that.

After listening as quietly as he could, Kaminari looked like he was about to burst and Bakugou seemed far too tired from work to control him any longer.

Leaning across the other hero, there was a twinkle in his golden eyes as if he was going to tell Shouto a little-known secret.

“Look, Prince Charming, if it’s sparks that you’re looking for, look no further.” A small burst of electricity shot from his hand for emphasis as he leaned back with a grin.

“But you’re gonna have to go on a few dates before you really know if you’ve found the one. Trust me. This is coming from Musutafu’s second most-eligible bachelor after you, of course.”

Bakugou snorted at the comment. “More like Musutafu’s most unwanted bachelor.”

“If I’m the most, then you must be in a close second, ready to take the title from me, grumpy,” the Stun Gun hero retorted, seemingly nonplussed by his friend’s teasing.

Kaminari became serious once more. “But really, if you want a casual encounter, maybe you should look into getting a sugar baby.”

Naturally, sweet and innocent Midoriya didn’t know what a sugar baby was, looking at the expressions of the others for context clues. Bakugou looked disgusted, his nose scrunched up at the thought, mumbling something about there being better monetary investments.

Ochako had a blush on her face, telling Shouto that if he wanted one, he’d better be prepared because they were expensive. Kaminari asked if that would have been her alternate career choice if she didn’t become a hero, earning a harsh kick from under the table.

And Shouto’s understanding of the word?

“Well, I just don’t think I’m ready to be a father yet. It would also be reckless of me to take on a child without looking up how to properly care for them and their inability to make insulin.”

The blonds and Ochako laughed at Shouto’s misunderstanding.

“No, no, no. That’s not what that- well, shit. Would it be better if I explained it? I could also call Mineta up right now.”

By the looks on everyone’s face, Kaminari knew that was a stupid suggestion.

---

“What you’re looking for is the girlfriend experience,” Kaminari slurred at him, a few too many drinks in his system.

Shouto must have made a face at his comment because the blond added, “The great thing about it is that it has all of the perks of an actual relationship without the stress of being in one.”

The other blond between them didn’t seem sold on the idea, giving Shouto an opinion that he didn’t ask for.

“Look Icy Hot, this whole girlfriend experience? Seems like a waste of time if you ask me. You either commit to a relationship or you don’t. There’s no point in paying a couple of grand for a pretend one.”

Bakugou’s argument was perfectly logical yet as Shouto replayed their conversation in his empty bed, he couldn’t help but feel enticed by Kaminari’s words instead.

---

It was mornings like these that he enjoyed the most, sitting in front of his favorite cafe, a fresh newspaper in his hands as he sipped on his black coffee. He had the next few days off, his phone set to a loud ringer in case his agency desperately needed him, but he knew that they rarely would so early in the day.

As much as Shouto loved to read the news -exposés were his favorite- he found himself turning to an often ignored section- the personal ads. Most of the space was a waste of ink in his opinion, oftentimes just desperate attempts to reach out to some beautiful stranger. But he couldn’t help but scour the page for any mentions of someone looking for companionship with monetary compensation.

**NO STRINGS ATTACHED RELATIONSHIP WANTED BUT IF YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME, THAT’S ON YOU. Looking for a mean dom to help with my unresolved discipline issues. Choking OK and ENCOURAGED.

Call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hope to chat soon!

Shouto wasn’t one to judge what got other’s off in the bedroom but to read such a brazen description on a Thursday morning made him flush a bright red.

It was honestly a job that he could have delegated to his assistant but somehow, the thought of having them comb through hundreds of ads -probably of the same type if not worse than that one- to find a person suitable for Shouto made his ears blush. The thought of having a type embarrassed him. Besides, he could only imagine what kind of news it would be if others found out about this. Perhaps it would be his face on the front of the newspaper, some terribly sensational title in bold to draw the reader in.

He set the newspaper down, folding it neatly next to his coffee. The ads wouldn’t do. The Internet would be better.

He paused before hitting the search button, ‘sugar daddy seeking gfe’ staring back at him, daring him to go through with his desire. What if someone hacked his phone? What would everyone think?

While he was deliberating on his best option, his phone decided for him. His agency’s name was in bold letters, begging him to accept the call.

“-headed towards the downtown area? Sure, I’ll be there as fast as I -”

With his phone pressed to his ear, Shouto failed to notice the slight change in his surroundings, coffee cup in hand as the other tucked his newspaper in his back pocket.

“Ugh, wha-”

Shouto turned slightly to see the cause of his delay and the reason why his coffee was on the ground, looking at you splayed out on the cement beside him. His coffee spilled all over a cracked laptop and messenger bag.

You rubbed the dirt off of your front first and checked for any broken skin. Satisfied -maybe a bit disappointed, this was as close as you would realistically get to getting hit by a car and getting paid out for your injuries-, you clutched at a weightless flank, grasping at air for a moment before realizing that your bag was on the floor, wet with something hot and liquid.

You made a noise in-between a screech and a cry, diving back onto the floor to grab it. Lifting the computer up -heavy because it was a couple of years old-, you assessed a large crack on the right corner, coffee leaking from smaller cracks, telling you that it was probably beyond repair. If it was salvageable, it would cost you a couple hundred at least- way more than what it was worth.

Already annoyed because you were running late, you knew that today would be even worse now that your laptop was ruined. You just hoped that your boss wouldn’t fire you.

You looked at the culprit. His loose V-neck was tucked into dark-washed denim. Conveniently, none of his drink got on him. Your eyes moved down to a watch. Bulgari. Expensive.

“You owe me one,” you told him, deciding that he had enough money to compensate you. You pulled a business card out of your bag, tossing it on the table before rushing off to work.

Shouto was still trying to process what happened.

---

Whether it was a complete disregard for Shouto’s hero status or perhaps because of it, you demanded that the heterochromatic hero replace the entirety of your laptop. You made no comment about his profession at all when the two of you exchanged names.

***They don’t make this laptop anymore so you’ll have to replace the entire thing.

He simply replied that he was already planning on it.

You stared back at the screen, surprised that your text actually worked. After an extra semester at a college that was absurdly expensive with knowledge that didn’t even apply to your current job, you felt overwhelmed by the actual cost of being alive. You made decent money but it seemed that all of your paychecks went to food, rent and student loans. Your college days made you unashamed of asking for a discount but you’ve never been so aggressive in your life. You were just thankful that Shouto didn’t look too deep into your comment and seemed agreeable.

You most likely meant it in a mocking tone but your casual ‘good boy’ and a future meeting in response did something to Shouto. He was used to others flirting with him, often being gratuitous in their praise and submissive towards him. If they weren’t after his money, then they only cared about his looks. Your attitude was… refreshing.

He found himself staring at your conversation on his phone days later as if anticipating you to say something else but you didn’t.

---

It had been a while since you last went on a date, which was why you had to argue out loud with yourself that picking up a laptop from a handsome stranger was definitely not a date.

“I always get this dolled up for casual meetings,” you tried to convince yourself in the mirror, tugging at your clothes to make sure they sat just right on your body.

You eyed the bottle of perfume on your bathroom counter. “I always wear perfume too, not just for incredibly special occasions…”

Feeling your anxiety pick up as you approached the coffee shop, you tried to appear as casual as you could as your eyes searched for a tall, lean man wearing a light blue button up and khakis.

Maybe you should look at the picture he sent you again to make sure you remembered his outfit properly? It wasn’t weird at all, you reminded yourself, not when Shouto sent you the mirror selfie himself.

‘To make it easier to find me,’ he texted.

“You’re here early,” a low voice said from behind, their figure casting a shadow over you and your phone screen.

Jumping in surprise, you quickly turned to see that Shouto himself appeared, looking exactly like his photo. In his hand was a bag from the local electronics store. You threw your phone in your pocket, hoping that he didn’t see what you were looking at.

When you didn’t reply, he offered to get you a drink.

“Uh, it’s fine. I should be the one getting you a drink,” you stammered, grateful that he didn’t make any mention of what he might have seen on your phone screen. You motioned towards the bag and then the café. “Ya know, equivalent exchange and all that.”

He gave you a wry smile. “Equivalent exchange, huh?”

You didn’t like the look on his face. He wouldn’t order something ridiculous, would he? This wasn’t some place where you could add extravagant shit to your drinks, like 14K gold flakes, right? You checked your bank account before you left. You had a couple hundred to spare for the month but you most certainly didn’t want to spend it on drinks.

“How about this,” he offered, seeing the weary look on your face. “I give you my coffee order, you get yourself something too and then after, we can chat a little. We both came out of our way after all.”

Shouto might as well have shoved those bills into your gaping mouth instead of your hand. Not only were you surprised by the excessive amount of money he gave you but you were relieved that he ordered something normal.

---

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, trading his drink for the computer.

The two of you sat in a more secluded part of the outdoor section, blocked with shrubs from other patrons and any passersby. It was good to

“When you mentioned equivalent exchange, it made me wonder what else you might be interested in if you thought it was a fair trade...”

You had a slight suspicion of what Shouto might be implying but it also rose from the same place that tried to convince you that this was somehow a date. You waited for him to finish before responding.

He spoke so bluntly that you felt a flutter of embarrassment rise from your stomach and into your throat, making you stutter as you spoke.

“…so, you’re propositioning me for sex in exchange for money?”

Shouto’s face turned a bright red at your question. It was what he was asking but it sounded different when it came from your mouth instead of his. It sounded vulgar and he felt like a perv, regret immediately washing over him for thinking you would even be agreeable to something like that. He could already hear his assistant and PR rep screaming at him. This was probably illegal in some parts of the country.

He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment but you thought he looked nonplussed, making you wonder if he proposed this kind of deal often.

“Well?”

As much as you wanted to scream ‘Yes, absolutely fucking YES’ at the top of your lungs, you didn’t want to show how desperate you were and make Shouto rescind his offer.

“I’ll text you in a few days. I need to think about this.”

---

What 20-something-year-old hasn’t joked about being a sugar baby? Being in the workforce and knowing you would have to slave away for another thirty to forty years at minimum would make even the most prudent of saints throw away their moral compass. Especially for someone as hot as Shouto.

You were talking to yourself in the mirror again, making faces at your reflection and pulling, squeezing, tugging different assets, trying to figure out what it was that made Shouto offer such a lucrative deal to you.

“I mean, duh,” you told your reflection. “Some hot, young rich dude wants to rail me? And pay me for it? Beats having some creepy old dude suck my toes.”

You almost felt bad for accepting his offer, thinking that you were practically robbing the guy. You were winning all-around and Shouto? Well, you knew you weren’t the worst looking out there and at least you thought that you were pretty funny…

---

The boring humdrum of Shouto’s days in the office was broken by the loud chirp of his phone alerting him of a text message. He opened it eagerly, having already muted all of his group chats with co-workers and friends.

**I’ll do it but don’t request anything weird

The smile on his face fell as he read your text. Would it be weird that he was essentially asking you to be his girlfriend without the actual time and emotional commitment? The question was pushed out of his mind as it got consumed by something more powerful- loneliness.

---

The first time was awkward for the both of you to say the least, one asking to stop right when it felt hot and heavy for the other. It felt wrong to take Shouto’s money then, apologizing profusely and saying that you’d do better next time.

But with each meeting, the two of you grew more comfortable in each other’s presence, the kisses coming easier and the orgasms coming.

In the beginning, it wasn’t hard to follow Shouto’s rule about no emotional attachment. The two of you acted like a couple together -him sharing his work and personal stress with you- but when you were apart, you went back to your separate lives.

To be extra cautious, you didn’t have his number saved. It was tempting but you thought of your student loans and your monthly bills every time you wanted to look him up on the Internet.

It was with astonishment that you learned that he was a high-ranking hero a few weeks into your relationship -the news and heroes was something that you unintentionally avoided-, admitting that you thought he was just a good-looking rich kid with a fancy job.

“A pretty boy with an even prettier wallet,” you told him once as you parted early in the morning, the sun’s rays casting him in a glow that made him look like an angel from your wettest dreams.

The light was bright as you two parted ways so you couldn’t see the frown on Shouto’s face at your comment. That meeting would have marked six months since you two made your arrangement.

---

The door slammed against the wall as frantic hands rushed to shut it, clothes and zippers coming undone.

Shouto spoke in-between kisses, his words sometimes getting lost against your skin.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he murmured, his hands making quick work of your button-up as he hoisted you onto his kitchen counter.

“And what were you thinking about? How much this is gonna cost you?” You teased. You always deflected comments like that from Shouto, which have been increasing as of late. It made it difficult not to fall for the man when he whispered the sweetest things in your ear while making you feel so good.

He looked up at you, your hands in his hair pushed his bangs back, making it easy for him to look into your eyes clearly.

“No, I was thinking about how nice it would be to hear my name on your lips.”

He smirked as you did that one thing you always did when you were surprised, pushing your reaction even further. “No, honestly I was thinking about how much I miss –”

You didn’t let him finish, your mouth crushing his confession.

---

When you left, your phone beeped letting you know that Shouto had sent money to your account. Before you’d check your banking app once you got home, divvying up the money to your varying expenses for the month. This time though, you flopped onto your couch instead, staring at the ceiling.

There were multiple things that Shouto could have said. I miss your touch. I miss fucking you. I miss… I miss I miss I miss. Your mind ran through everything other than I miss you.

It’s not like you were oblivious to others having romantic feelings for you, but with Shouto, it didn’t make sense. Not with his rules. Not with his life. Not with… anything really.

Why would he waste his time on some average citizen who worked a 9 to 5 when he could have someone more glamorous?

---

The sex was good and it was nice to have someone who listened and supported him. But as the weeks went on, your attitude and behavior started to bother him more and more. He couldn’t specify why it bothered him but he started putting weight into your words, spending the moments after you left thinking about everything that happened.

“Work,” you told him one night as you yawned. You were usually tired when you met up, nights being the most convenient time for both of you.

Shouto threw on a loose tee, giving you a side glance. “With my money, you could go part-time. Maybe even quit your job after another year or two.”

Trying to contain your expression, you wondered how long Shouto was planning on this lasting. It never occurred to you that he liked you enough to have this span over years, especially without getting emotions involved.

You approached the subject the way you usually did when he made comments that threatened to expose your true feelings. You joked about it.

“Maybe I can retire early then. Live my dreams of being a trophy wife or whatever...”

Another yawn escaped your lips, a mumbled ‘should head out soon’ barely registered as Shouto got lost in his thoughts. You always came to him tired and he wondered if his meetings were just another job to you.

And your dreams of being a trophy wife? Perhaps he was being too analytical but why couldn’t you imagine that with him?

---

Despite what your relationship with Shouto might imply, you really didn’t care much about the money. He’s been around others who were much more shameless about getting a handout from him or squeezing as much as they could get out of the pro-hero.

It seemed like you were underpaid, in his opinion. You blatantly refused Shouto’s initial offer, quickly making up some story about how you had a friend in a similar situation who only received a third of that. He was overpaying and he should have researched the market before offering such a ridiculous number. In reality, you knew you weren’t that great and most definitely not that special. It made you embarrassed to think that he truly thought being with you was worth that much.

---

Your life had grown exceedingly more comfortable since you met him. You were able to make a sizeable dent in your loans and paid off a credit card or two. Though having this non-relationship with him was a second job, it felt as if you had more time to enjoy life with Shouto around.

“Vegetables and cheese?” You asked one weekend, rifling through the bag of groceries that Shouto brought to your apartment.

It was humiliating at first to have him come over, something you tried to avoid for as long as possible. It was a humble one-bedroom in a decent part of the city but it was nothing in comparison to the extravagant penthouse that Shouto hardly lived in.

“They’re from the farmers market,” he told you, helping you unpack and put the items in the fridge.

“Organic, fresh and supportive of local business.”

“God, I could fuck you right now,” you teased.

He smiled at your comment, plucking a fresh strawberry from the counter behind you. Though you should have been used to Shouto’s tall, lean body by now, you weren’t. You squirmed beneath him, now locked in place with one arm and his hips pressed into yours.

He traced the shape of your mouth with the tip of the fruit as if trying to tempt you with it. But his words were far more seductive.

“Then why don’t you?” He dared.

---

“Not that I’m complaining but why don’t you have a girlfriend?” You asked one early morning. After Shouto’s urging, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to play hooky from your day job once in a while.

Golden rays spilled into the master bedroom, Shouto’s hero uniform cast aside on a chair, covering up another one of his many awards that he received. He was handsome, sweet and had it all. Why was he wasting his time and money on you when he could be with someone that he actually wanted to be with?

“It’s…”

He thought about mentioning his childhood and parents, awkward first dates that didn’t last more than a few hours and fan encounters that painted his picture of romantic relationships.

“Complicated.”

You hummed, a neutral response to Shouto’s vague answer.

“Not ready.”

He nodded. That was the gist of it. You always seemed to break down his issues and concerns to their barest forms, understanding him without really prying.

“And you?”

You blinked, going so far as to stop twirling his hair around your fingers. You felt him shift and you knew his eyes were on your face but you continued to stare at anywhere but him.

As much as Shouto confided in you, it was difficult to do the same without growing attached to him. There was already a certain amount of fondness that you had for him that bordered grounds for firing.

“Haven’t really been looking. Besides, I haven’t had much time to date because of…”

Us.

You watched as Shouto made a face, an unknown emotion flashing across his eyes. Though he never said you two had to be exclusive, the thought of you with someone else didn’t sit well with him. He felt torn though for his selfishness and desire to make you happy.

“It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” you said honestly. “I don’t really want to be with anyone else other than you.”

Oh.

He could feel his cheeks flush with heat at your comment. Even if you were just telling him something that he wanted to hear, it still made his heart race.

Shouto moved from your chest to his side of the bed, his back turned towards you. You checked the time. It was still early. You listened to his breathing slow and even out while wondering if you should have said that.

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He asked for something different after he woke up and you hesitated at first, wondering if what he was asking of you straddled the line of his hard-set rule.

“You sure about this?” You asked, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t eagerly trying to dissuade him. “We could get in trouble with this. You could get in trouble.”

It was the first time Shouto ever got snappy with you. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t ask.”

You only nodded as a confirmation, following him out the door.

Squinting, it was unusual being out in the day with Shouto like this. On the rare occasion where you would meet up during waking hours, the two of you usually had somewhere secluded to retreat to. But this? This was far from secluded.

The restaurant was bustling with patrons as the two of you walked into one of Musutafu’s hottest eateries without a reservation. You heard the place even rejected world-renown celebrities so you had your doubts that Shouto had enough star power to get the two of you in within the next six months, let alone immediately.

But as usual, Shouto surprised you, putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you to a tight spot in the center of the room, both of you following the server. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but as you dared to look up, you realized that they were all focused on Shouto instead.

“Everyone can’t take their eyes off of you,” you commented.

“A shame,” he said, pulling out your chair for you and pushing it in. “Because I only have eyes for you.”

You laughed, using anxiety about all the attention as an excuse to why you felt so fluttery. “How long have you been wanting to say that?”

He gave you a thoughtful hum, eyes scanning half the menu before looking up to meet yours. He closed the menu, giving you his full attention.

“I never really wanted to until I met you.”

Oh.

---

Shouto tried to hide his dissatisfaction about his PR stunt, the newspaper rustling in his hands as he searched once more to see if there was any mention of your name. A shoddy photo of you both wasn’t even in the tabloids.

He frowned in annoyance. It didn’t matter if it didn’t make the paper, at least the people at the restaurant saw that he was obviously on a date with you, right?

Checking his phone for any missed calls or texts, he scrolled through his messages from his assistant and PR. There were only dates for interviews, an award ceremony in six months and a few questions about his thoughts on collaborating with a certain designer. No comments about his love life at all or what he did yesterday.

Taking a final sip from his coffee, he tucked the newspaper under his arm. At the very least, he got to learn a little more about you, the atmosphere of the restaurant making you more open to casual conversation.

---

Meeting up with Bakugou after his agency requested his services, he and the blond stretched after easily handling the criminals, Kirishima handling the press to the side. It wasn’t like they needed his Quirk. It surely made the mission faster, but it seemed if anything it was a ploy from Kirishima to hang out with the other two, quickly suggesting a bar to relax in after all of their hard work.

Despite the noise inside of the establishment, Bakugou’s harsh laughter rang loud and clear at their corner table. When the duo asked what Shouto had been up to lately, he didn’t lie.

“What a sap,” he howled despite Kirishima's warning jabs.

“I told you,” he said, running a hand through his hair, bits of ash and ice coming out of it. “You’re doing it wrong. You either are or you aren’t in a relationship. You either want her to be your girl or you don’t.”

Heterochromatic eyes glanced at Kirishima for any validation into Bakugou’s words. The redhead gave him a smile. “Your situation is probably more complicated than that but being honest about your feelings is the better route to follow.”

Bakugou waved him off, not giving Shouto a chance to object to either of their words.

---

The blond’s words rang in his head as he tried to decipher their meaning. The man was known for his astute nature but that didn’t mean he knew everything or had the best judgement when it came to matters of the heart. He wasn’t even dating let alone interested in romance! It would be best to take his words with a grain of salt, but Shouto forgot that salt melted ice, Bakugou’s words lingering in his mind every time he thought about you.

---

On his day off, Shouto perused through several stores at a higher-end shopping district, judging the items harshly as he tried to pick something that you liked. It was a relaxing way to pass time for him as he imagined what sort of expressions you’d make as you opened his gifts.

“Don’t you think that Kacchan is a little right?” Deku asked, shaking his head as a no to the engraved Burberry wallet that Shouto was looking at.

“The two of you spend a lot of your free time together. You think about her when you’re apart. You do things that you think would make her happy and you rely her when you’re stressed out. I’ve only had a couple of serious relationships but they sound a lot like mine…”

“It’s about the intention behind it,” Shouto said, settling on a scarf instead. “I might feel that way but it’s most likely one-sided. I’m paying for her affection.”

---

Of course. Of course Shouto almost got what he wanted. There were speculations about his love life in three different tabloids and aired on one TV channel dedicated to pro-hero gossip.

The same picture of Momo on top of him, her chest in his flushed face after a mission gone wrong, was on the front pages of these papers, some online articles too from what his assistant texted him. Both of their agencies were working hard to clear up the misunderstanding, trying to locate the photographer that sold the photo to the press.

His day only got worse as Shouto snuck off to your apartment, a small travel bag slung across his back as he planned to hide away with you for a few nights. It would be too suspicious if he took you both on a week-long trip outside of the country. That was what Momo was already planning on doing. It would only make the misunderstanding worse.

**Let’s meet for coffee first.

Shouto’s stomach dropped as he found you sitting right next to the newsstand, paper held so he could see that damned picture in front of it. He found his pace quickening, thinking of ways to calmly explain the situation.

“It’s not what you think!” He exclaimed, throwing down his bag on the floor and reaching for the paper. He could incinerate it easily but you refused to let it go, your eyes too interested in finishing the article.

“Are you telling me that Miss Yaoyarozu wasn’t ‘creati-ng a romance so hot that it melted ice prince Shouto’s heart?’”

You wanted to laugh at the seriousness of his ‘absolutely not!’

“If not her, then who has? If anyone even has at all.”

By now Bakugou’s words had melted and become a part of his heart. ‘Either you want her to be your girl or not’ gruffly echoing in his mind as he quickly assessed the situation and considered all possible outcomes.

“It’s you,” Shouto said. “It’s been you for the past eight months, when I realized six months ago, when you first bumped into me here from when we first texted.”

Shouto’s confession was surprisingly honest. He’s been vulnerable with you before but about things like work and friendships. The two of you skirted around the topic of love.

There was no way to deflect his confession now, no way for you to joke or tease your way out of this. It was time for you to acknowledge your own feelings for him.

“But what about your rule? No emotional attachment?”

He ran a hand through his hair, knowing that this would come up. “It was stupid. I was stupid.”

You laughed, Shouto still tense from your lack of acknowledgement for his feelings.

“You’re not the only one who’s stupid,” you smiled at him. “I’m stupid too. I’ve been lying to myself every time I saw you and every time we parted. I… I like you too but it seemed like emotional intimacy was a burden to you. Guess we can be idiots together”

After hearing the last part, his mind focused on ‘together,’ he blurted out, “Date me. I don’t want you to be some other person’s trophy wife when you can be mine.”

Shouto blinked, realizing the pace he was going at.

“What happened to not being ready?” You teased, savoring the moment of a blushing and bumbling Shouto who tried to backtrack before his usual cool demeanor took over again.

“Maybe I wasn’t ready because I was busy waiting for you.”

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A few days later, Shouto sat at his spot in front of the coffee shop, newspaper in hand, reading over the same page for the past 30 minutes. He could recite the article by heart -he’s read it that many times-, flipping back and forth to look at the photo on the front with fondness.

The only time he looked up was when he heard the metallic screech of the chair in front of him being pulled back, letting him know that someone was going to sit down in front of him.

Your pointer finger poked at the front page, Shouto moving it upwards with a grin so you could read the headline.

‘Local Woman Apparently Burns Hole in Shouto’s Wallet While He Gets the Hots for Her in the Process’

The picture showed you two in front of that very spot, the photographer also coincidentally capturing a very surprised Bakugou and Kaminari post-patrol in the process.

“Can’t keep a secret in this town, huh?” You noted, reaching across the table to read the article yourself.

Your hand grazed his as you did this, the cold air making a shock of electricity as you touched.

The spark. The paper. The coffee shop.

It was everything that Shouto wanted.

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[plussizeficchick]

If you can and want to! Can you write one for Todoroki who’s dating reader who’s bubbly and chubby and people make comments saying that he belongs with someone like him and the reader gets sad because she starts to believe them but todoroki soft dom comes out and proves her how much she belongs to him

Love this! Sorry it took so long, school's a bitch.

Warnings: Smut (bit of quirk play), I think that's it? Not proofread

My Everything │Todoroki X Chubby Reader

You always tried to be nice.

Granted, in middle school it was a bit difficult because kids aren’t always nice, but you tried. Anytime you saw someone that was down, you tried to cheer them up. It was just in your nature, and you figured that since the other kids weren’t going to be nice, then you would be.

Of course, there were a select few that tried to take advantage of you, but you were always able to sniff them out before they would get the opportunity to. When you first started attending U.A, you expected people to be the same, maybe worse because of their quirks, but you were prepared.

In your first year, you were still trying to get settled with everyone. They were just so different! Not that it was a bad thing. In fact, it actually comforted you seeing different types of people. It made you feel less alone.

It took a while, but once you got comfortable you came out of your shell and were a social butterfly! Every morning you chop it up with Tsu and Uraraka. During lunch, Mina, Momo and you had a tea spill, talking all about the latest gossip, and in between you were sure to praise the boys for their hard work. You brought a sense of warmth to the class, which didn’t go unnoticed by Todoroki.

Todoroki didn’t quite know what to think of you. Sure you were smart, and you certainly weren’t displeasing to the eye, but he just couldn’t figure out why he was so enamored by you. Then the sports festival happened. You saw Todoroki’s interaction with Endeavor and you were not happy. Just what kind of dad puts that much responsibility on a kid? You wanted to talk to him about it, but he had to prepare to fight against Midoriya, so you decided to talk to him afterwards.

After the fight, you went looking for Todoroki and found him sitting alone in a locker room, seemingly at war with himself. “Hey Todoroki, um, how are you feeling?” You asked, timidly. Truthfully, you’ve never spoken to him alone, only during group assignments. “How am I doing?” He asked, angrily. Just who did you think you were? Pitying him? “Yes, how are you doing? It seemed like you lost your nerve out there, was it because of your conversation with Endeavor?” If he didn’t want to talk about it you wouldn’t push, but you wanted to at least be there for him. Sensing the sincerity of your concern, Todoroki looks up at you. “I, I don’t know.” He says, overwhelmed. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt at ease with you. Like he could talk to you about whatever was troubling him. “That’s okay! Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask, pulling up a chair beside him. He wasn’t ready to divulge just yet, but he didn’t want to be left alone. Shaking his head, he curls in on himself. Noticing this, you say, “Well okay, we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But, I don’t want to leave you by yourself,” You start to think to yourself, what would make him feel better? After a couple of seconds, you come up with a solution. “Ooh, I know! How about a hug? Hugs make me feel better when I’m down.” Looking up at you wide eyed, Todoroki mutters out, “A hug?” You nod, standing next to him with your arms wide, ready to embrace. Todoroki was stunned. Shakily nodding his head, you embrace him, placing his head on your chest, running your hands through his hair. “Everything’s gonna be okay, Todoroki.” He was overwhelmed. Is this what warmth feels like? Nuzzling his body into your warm squishiness, Todoroki was content. He could get used to this.

Time Skip (They are now 3rd Years)

From that day forward, Todoroki did his best to get close with you. Not in a creepy or overly-romantic way, but in a more friendly way. You ever need a pencil? Todoroki’s got you covered. Mineta saying a dumb comment about your weight? He’s got frostbite on his lips, so he can’t talk for a while. Want a snack? With Endeavor’s card the possibilities are endless. And the actions never went unreciprocated. If Todoroki needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on you were there. You guys were around each other so much that the other 1A students thought you were dating.

Now, you were both too shy in your first year to confess to each other, but after your second year started, Todoroki didn’t want to waste any more time. He saw how some of the other boys at school were looking at you and he didn’t like it one bit. Have they no shame? Just blatantly staring at your chest, how disrespectful. You were a beautiful woman, and should be treated as such. So one day, Todoroki asked you to meet him at your favorite Sakura tree by the school, and you, thinking it was one of your usual hangouts, agreed. Imagine your shock when you see him walking towards you with what looked like dozens of roses, your favorite snacks and an anime plush. “Todoroki, what’s going on? If I’d known I would’ve brought you a gift!” Shaking his head, Todoroki gives you the gifts, before taking one of your hands in his. “(Y/N), ever since I met you, there was something that drew me to you. I’m still not sure what it is, but I’d like to spend time with you to figure it out. You have changed me, in the best way possible, and I truly thank you for that. You mean the world to me, so, would you please do me the honor of allowing me to be your boyfriend?” He asks. Too overwhelmed to say anything, you nod your head, throwing your chubby arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Looking back, you can confidently say that was when you first realized you were in love with Todoroki. Now that you are 3rd years, gearing up to graduate, you didn’t think that others would have negative things to say about it. Granted, it wasn’t from your fellow 1A comrades, but just petty first years that had a crush on Todoroki. It was pretty common knowledge around the school that you and him were together, so you thought that would steer them away, but if anything, it just made them want to go harder.

You were in the bathroom stall, getting yourself together, when you heard the door open, followed by giggling. “I’m telling you, I don’t know what he sees in her! He’s so hot and cool and she’s so big and lame.” You had a feeling as to who they were referring to, but you decided to keep quiet to see if they’d continue. “Todoroki right? His little girlfriend thinks she is so cute, going around trying to be uppity. Ugh. What a pain. I can’t wait til he breaks up with her.” “Right? He needs someone more like him.”  Now that hurt. You had a little insecurity about that, and it would just break your heart if it was true. Waiting until they left, you emerge from the stall, looking at your reflection. What does he see in me?

Mini Time Skip

After that incident, you decided to go to the dorms, not wanting to be at school anymore. You’d just get the notes from Momo or Tsu.

Watching your comfort show and snacking on some chips, you hear a knock at your door. “Who is it?” You ask. “It’s me, Shoto.” You jump up. You don’t want him to see you like this! Fixing up yourself and your room, you go to answer the door. “Oh, Shoto. What are you doing here? Need something?” You ask, almost rushed. “Yes, I was concerned. I didn’t see you during class today. Did something happen?” While Todoroki may be aloof towards others, he always knows when something is going on with you. A sixth sense, if you will. “Nope, not at all.” You shrug. “You’re wearing your big sweatpants and (F/S) is on. Something must have happened.” You’re stunned. How did he know that you do that when you're upset? “Could I come in?” He asks, wearily. Nodding in defeat, you move to sit on your bed. Todoroki sits beside you, pulling you into a half-hug. “Come on love, tell me what happened.” Sighing heavily, you recount the day's events to Todoroki and without saying anything, he pulls you into a tight hug. “They couldn’t be more wrong about you (Y/N). I love everything about you, because you are you unapologetically. I don’t want someone like me, I want you. All of you. Even the parts that you yourself may not like.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Really?” You ask meekly. “Really. In fact,” Todoroki helps you sit upright. “I want to show you. If you’re okay with that, that is. You are just so beautiful to me.” He caresses your cheek. You’ve never had sex before. Of course, you’ve had make outs that have turned steamy, but you’ve never gotten further than dry humping. Nodding your head, you reach out for him, but he stops you. “Uh, uh, baby. I need to hear you say it's okay. Wanna hear that you want me.” He says. Well THAT’S new. Nodding eagerly, you say, “Yes, Shoto. I want you. I want you to show me.”

Taking that as confirmation, Shoto kisses you hard, putting as much love and passion as he can into the kiss. Wanting you to really feel it. Moaning into the kiss, Todoroki uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, caressing the muscle with his in harmony. Moving his hands to take off your shirt, he feels that you don’t have on a bra. “Fuck,” He groans. “No bra baby? You’re gonna kill me.” Moving his mouth to your neck, he sucks hickies into your skin, leaving a trail down your chest, before taking a nipple into his mouth. “Ahh,” You moan at the sensation. “Feels s’good.” You sigh out. Switching to the other nipple, Todoroki uses his hand that has been cooled by his quirk to tweak your wet nipple. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp, it was overwhelming. The chill on your wet nipple had the bud hardening further. “You’re so pretty, baby. So, so pretty.” He groans. Moving further down, Todoroki unties your sweats and pulls them down, along with your drenched underwear. “Fuck baby, this all for me?” He asks, sliding a cold finger over your wet heat. “Yes, daddy.” You moan out before you clamp a hand over your mouth. Why did you say that? You know how Todoroki feels about his dad, so would he even feel comfortable being called that? “Daddy, huh?” He says, sliding the finger in your tight cunt, feeling around for your g-spot. You nod eagerly, wanting more. “You want daddy to fuck you baby? Want me to make you cum?” He leans down, sliding his hot tongue over your clit, licking a bold stripe up your center. Groaning at the taste, he uses both hands to hold your lips apart, “Fuck, you taste so good baby. So sweet.” He sucks your clit into his mouth, groaning, lapping up the slick that gushes from your entrance. “Daddy, it feels s’good. I-” “Shh, baby.” He soothes. “Daddy’s got you. You gonna be a good girl for me?” You nod, too overwhelmed to answer. Pulling away, Todoroki teases your clit with a cold finger, “Need to hear you baby. You gonna be good for me?” “Yes daddy,” You sob, wanting to feel his mouth on you again. “I’ll be good. I’m your good girl.” Content with your answer, Todoroki slides his tongue into your hole, licking, slurping up everything you have to offer. He uses the same cold fingers to rub your clit in fast circles, eager for you to cum on his tongue. Feeling the different sensations, you start clenching on his tongue, on the cusp of your orgasm. “I- I’m gonna cum, daddy.” “Cum for me. Cum on daddy’s tongue.” Rubbing faster, Todoroki starts to tongue fuck you. “I-,” You’re cut off by your orgasm, washing over you in intense waves. Drinking up your essence, Todoroki comes up for air.

Moving up, he kisses you passionately, sliding his tongue in your mouth for you to taste yourself. “See baby. You’re so good for me.” He says, kissing your cheek. You nod, trying to come down from your orgasm. Todoroki removes his clothes, fisting his hard length in his hand. “You still want more, baby?” He asks. If you weren’t ready he wouldn’t push you, he was happy you even let him go down on you. Biting your lip, you nod your head, “Yeah daddy, I need more.” You say, opening your legs wider.

Slotting between them, Todoroki nudges the head at your entrance, “You sure baby? We don’t have-” “Yes daddy, please. I need you.” You whine. Pushing the head in your entrance, Todoroki waits for you to adjust. “You okay baby?” He asks, leaving soft, wet kisses down your neck. “Yeah, just give me a sec.” Nodding, Todoroki sucks on your neck, hoping to help distract you from the pain. “Mm, you can move now daddy.” You say. Thrusting slowly, the pain starts to subside, pleasure taking its place. “Ahh, faster daddy. Please.” You moan. Taking that as confirmation, Todoroki picks up his pace, slamming his cock into your g-spot with every thrust. “Yess, right there baby.” You moan out, waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Yeah? It’s good?” He asks. You can only manage to nod your head and moan, too engulfed in the pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good baby. So tight and wet. So pretty baby.” He praises, slamming his cock harder, faster. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.” Shaking his head, Todoroki groans, “Not yet baby. I wanna cum at the same time, okay?” “I can’t.” You say, you were on the edge. “But you’re my good girl, right? Hold it for me, okay baby?” He asks, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. Nodding, you try your best to hold out. “Shit, this pussy is so good. I’m gonna cum.” Todoroki moans, dragging his hand down to thumb your clit. “Ahh, too much!” You nearly scream. The cold from his fingers and the throbbing member hitting your g-spot dead on was too much. You were gonna cum! “Shit, cum for me baby. Cum for -fuck- cum for daddy.” Todoroki says, leaning to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You gush all over his member, slick coating his dick in your juices. “That’s it baby. That’s it. Good girl.” Todoroki groans, filling you up with his seed, fucking through your orgasms.

It takes you both a moment to come down from your highs, Todoroki slowly slipping out of you. “You were so good for me baby. Just perfect.” He soothes, caressing your body. Massaging your sore thighs. You collect your breath, looking up at him. “Thank you baby.” You say. Smiling softly, Todoroki pulls you in to cuddle, kissing your forehead. “Thank you baby. For everything.”

[shigarakis-cumdump]

My Favorite Student

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Summary: He wanted to train your body to love him, just like he loved you. You’ll start liking it at some point. No matter how long it took, he would make you his.

Cw: age gap, yandere themes

Word Count: 2.4k

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You had gotten into the hero course a few years ago, training alongside Aizawa. It was tough work, but he’s trained you well. On your off time, the both of you feed the stray cats and critique the other students. When Aizawa learned you were joining the hero course, he was quite happy. He took it upon himself to train you and help catch you up with the rest of the class. You’d go on patrols with him, too. You weren’t too sure, but something always felt off about Aizawa. He was your teacher, so you tried not thinking such rude things, but you couldn’t help it!

He was feeling nice and bought you both coffee, knowing it would be a long night. “Yeah, it’s no problem. If you’re going to be an underground hero like me, you’ll have more night patrols- You get used to it.” Aizawa explained.

Most nights, like this one, were slow. Rarely any villains, just talking and strolling through the city.

"Everyone from 1-A is throwing a party for graduation tomorrow. What are they like..?" you looked down, embarrassed that you had never been to an actual party before.

He hesitates. Right, graduation… is it already that time? “Depends who you hang out with. They’re pretty alright. I’d say hang out with Midoriya and his friends, not Bakugo. But that’s if you want to actually interact and have fun.” He pauses, “As a hero you need to be able to start conversations, keep them going. Especially if the villain you’re fighting enjoys witty banter.” He says with a small laugh.

"Right.. But with villains it's easier; there seems to be something to talk about. With them, you could talk about anything. I'm sure Midoriya would talk enough for the both of us, though." you chuckle.

“He talks enough for the whole class,” Aizawa adds, “but speaking of; are you ready for graduation? We could always hold you back if you’re not feeling ready. Or you could train alongside me a little longer.”

“I’d say I’m ready,” you look at him. “Training some more with you would be nice, of course.” you smile. He nods in response. Aizawa gave you his email a bit ago, telling you to use it whenever you needed some extra training. A bit old-school, but what do you expect from someone 13 years older than you? He even mentioned you could text him if you just wanted to talk, which seemed against the rules, but you didn’t mind.

In reality, Aizawa didn’t want to let his students go- you especially. He was drawn to everything about you. Your body, personality, the whole nine yards. Maybe you weren’t completely wrong in thinking something was off about him.. The rest of the night was spent patrolling with your teacher and talking about cats.

Once you get back to UA, you head your separate ways and say goodnight. You head to your dorm room and get some sleep before the party tomorrow.

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The party was going pretty well, with Bakugo only having an outburst a few times, rather than his usual million. It was a good day. You noticed Aizawa sneak off to the kitchen.

“Did you sleep at all, Sensei?” you ask, touching his shoulder. “You look beat.” he tenses up underneath your touch. She’s so close.. He thinks, grabbing his coffee and turning to you. “Chaperoning a party is hard work, especially with a class like yours,” he replies sarcastically. “How’s the socializing going?” He was very thoughtful, although he didn’t look it.

“Well..” you scratch your head, “Denki’s hyper as ever, so I talked to him for a bit, but the others split off into their own groups.. I don’t mind too much, though.”

“I heard a rumor about the two of you~” Aizawa says.

“With Denki and I?! No no no, it’s nothing like that.. He just saw me alone most days and decided to talk to me. He’s not my type anyways,” you reassure him. Well that was a relief for him. Aizawa wondered what your type was, and if he was close to it. It didn’t really matter though, because in the end, he’d have you either way.

“Right, well good to know I won’t have to expel you right before graduation. Sadly, relationships aren’t allowed here.”

“Right, that stupid rule..” you sigh. Not that you had anybody in mind. You were too scared to even talk to your classmates, nevermind be in a relationship with one of them. You overheard the others talking about their favorite pro heroes and butted in.

“Midnight just does it for me, man..” Denki says.

“She's alright, but I think you're forgetting about our wondrous underground hero Erasurehead." you laugh. When Aizawa heard you say that, it made his heart beat fast. He wanted nothing more than for those words to be true and genuine. He wanted you all to himself and he would stop at nothing to make that happen. Those words rang through Aizawa’s head for the rest of the day. Somewhere throughout that time, you headed outside to get away from the noise, and decided to take a nap under a tree.

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Hours passed and the party was pretty much over. The kids went back to their respective dorms, or the one who were leaving took their things to move back in with their parents after saying their goodbyes. Aizawa had put his scarf in his dorm and changed into some workout leggings and a short sleeved shirt to help clean everything up. I wonder where Y/N went.. He thinks to himself. You wake up to see the sun setting. How long was I out for? You get up and head inside to say your goodbyes to those who were still hanging around. You see Aizawa cleaning up and offer to help. “No no, that’s alright. It’s your graduation day. But let’s get some training in once I’m done.” You nod and head to your room to get your hero costume on. It looked a lot like his, including a scarf and dark clothing. He was like your idol, as some may say- how could you not want to be just like him?

“Ready kid?”

“Ready as ever.” you ready your scarf and training begins. This was the best part of Aizawa’s day; getting to train one on one with you. He would have it like this constantly, if it was his choice. Everyone else was too hard on you. You’d come back with a scratch or two and he’d worry his head off for the rest of the day. You can’t have him worrying this much, his poor heart can’t take it.

In a second, his scarf wraps around your leg and he has you pinned to the ground. “Someone’s slow tonight..” he whispers in your ear. The hairs on your neck stood up. He was so close.. It was impossible to move, his scarf wrapped tightly around you and your curves. “You look perfect like this..” he creepily mutters.

“Sensei..?” you give him a look of confusion. Did he really just say that out loud? Aizawa clears his throat and says, “For 18, that body of yours is really something,” he gropes your tit and lets his hand travel down your waist.

“Sensei! Anybody could see us!” Cute, that that was your first concern.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? For someone to walk in on me doing this to you?” your face turns red. This is wrong. He is your teacher and you could both get expelled. Not like he cared much either way. “Aizawa.. Please stop.!” you struggle against his restraints, but to no avail. You wished you had Shinsou’s quirk at a time like this, so you could force him to get off of you. His other hand brushed your hair behind your ear as he leaned in. “What’s with that look? You’re even shy around me? I know there’s a slut inside of you, Y/N~” he coos in your ear. His hot breath left you shaking underneath him, not too sure from what emotion.

His pestering only stopped when he heard All Might rounding the corner. Aizawa quickly got off of you and pretended to help you get up. “I think that’s enough training for today, we still have a lot of work to do.” he said, ignoring what had just happened.

“R-right.. I’m gunna go head back..” you reply, quickly running off to your dorm. You slam the door and lock it, scared he might come in during the night. Your head was filled with a million thoughts. Did you like that? Or was he just getting to you? Truly, it was getting to his head that you looked up to him as a hero. His sick mind didn’t care what form of adoration you gave him, as long as it was to him and him only. Before you were even in the hero course, he had his eyes on you. And now that time is already over. Just like that. You’d move out and never see him again. He couldn’t (and wouldn’t) let that happen.

The next morning, you were hesitant to leave your room, afraid your teacher might try something. When you finally built up the courage to go to the common room, he was waiting for you, like a dog. “Morning,” you say quietly, keeping your head down as you race to the kitchen.

“Hold it.” he says in his stern voice. You froze, scared of the next words to leave his mouth. “You need somewhere to stay, now that you’ve graduated, no?”

“Oh yeah,” you sigh, relieved. “I’m sure I’ll find a place, though.” “You could always stay at my old apartment. I haven't used it since I moved into the dorms.” he offers. It was a nice gesture, sure, but after last night, you were more hesitant than usual to accept his offer.

“Oh no, that’s alright, I’m sure I can manage.. Thanks though!” you blow it off and make your way into the kitchen.

“Guess we’re doing this the hard way..” Aizawa says to himself. He follows you to the kitchen and presses up behind you. “You know… I really think you should accept the offer.. For a young hero like yourself, someone else may try taking advantage of you..” Like he was doing right now?! You could feel something hard pressing against your ass and it made your face go red.

“Aizawa.. I really don’t think-” you were cut off by his hand coming down on the back of your neck, quickly knocking you out.

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You wake up in a messy room, with scarves and cat litter everywhere. The panic  quickly set in once you realized where you were. You screamed after looking down and noticing you were tied to a bed with nothing on. “Someone please help!” you cried. Aizawa strolled in through the door with a pleasant smile on his face.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you had just taken me up on my offer, sweetheart~” he says. Tears fall down your face as you begin apologizing. “I-I’m sorry! Just please, you don’t have to do this, Sensei!!” you beg him to untie you and let you go, but you both knew that wasn’t happening.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, you know.. You’ve always been my favorite student..” he adds. Your eyes go wide. How long has he been planning this? How long had he been watching you? Asking questions at this point was useless. He had you right where he wanted you: underneath him like prey waiting to be devoured. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, you have no idea..” his delusional thoughts get the best of him, and his hands fly down to your tits, just like yesterday. He pinches your nipples and you let out a breathy whine. The more he did that, the better your reactions got- it was music to his ears. Aizawa’s teasing was relentless. He wanted to train your body to love him, just like he loved you. You’ll start liking it at some point. No matter how long it took, he would make you his.

“Such pretty noises for me~ Not so shy anymore, are we?” he moves his hand away so his mouth could latch onto your tit and breastfeed like a newborn. “No milk yet.. Guess I’ll have to breed you for that- really make you mine.” You were sobbing, hoping this was all a bad dream. Your quirk was useless against him, too, which left you even more helpless. It was perfect. Aizawa used a free hand to palm himself under his sweats. His mouth trailed down your body, leaving harsh bite marks. His head was in between your legs and he held them open forcefully. His hot breath on your cunt made you twitch. “Please..”

“Sh shh, sweetheart, I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry..” he reassures. You shake your head and thrash around. His hot tongue presses up against your cunt, as he sloppily laps up your juices. His tongue rapidly flicks against your clit and has you seeing stars. Your whines fill up the room despite your mind screaming at you to stop. Aizawa was moaning into you, the vibrations hitting you like a truck. The consistent stimulation pushes you over the edge, cries and begs leaving your mouth.

“Such a sensitive little girl… tsk tsk.. but I’m not done with you yet.” he sits up and pulls his pants low enough for his dick to spring out. He lines himself up to your hole and slams in without warning. You scream, the pain sending a shock through your body and going up your spine.

“Aizawa it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can.” he accentuates his words with harsh thrusts. The pain was becoming more tolerable, only hurting when he pulled completely out and slammed back in. You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop or keep going, only tiny babbles leaving your mouth. Aizawa was panting above you, grabbing your hips to slam you down onto him. His stamina was incredible- you’d give him that. His pace never slowed as he hit your cervix repetitively. “Fuck, I’m gunna breed you full of my kids.. Have a family and be together forever-” he moans in your ear. Suddenly, a thick cream was painting your insides and spilling out. He kept his hard cock inside of you even after his hips stopped moving, making sure you didn’t waste a drop. “You’ll love it here. I’ll make sure you feel right at home, okay darling?” He kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly. The fear set back in again: you were never leaving his sight.

[herofics]

Heyy! How are you?

- Can I request an angst to fluff/romance scenario with bakugo & deku? Something along the lines of the reader ( fem/afab! please ) who has had a crush on bakugo for the longest and he has always chose to ignore her no matter how obvious reader makes it. And when she finally gets the courage to ask him out he turns her down ( rather harshly ) but luckily sweet deku is there to comfort her and she realizes izu is what she needed the whole time, and now bakugo is seeing what he has missed out on by letting her get away! Now he has to watch as his childhood rival gets the one thing he could’ve had :( The timeline can be within their pro hero/ adult days

Bakugou has come such a long way in the manga and he probably wouldn’t turn someone down this harshly, but I like a bit of a dramatic flair so here we are. It also ended up being pretty damn long, and I would like to give you warning for alcohol use

You had had a crush on Bakugou ever since you were in UA together, and even now that Bakugou, you and Midoriya were working at the same agency, your feelings hadn’t changed.

You had been friends with the two for years even before coming to UA. You’d develop a crush on Bakugou, but he never seemed to notice, no matter how obviously you tried to express your feelings. Sure you’d never outright said it to his face, but you didn’t think he was that willfully ignorant about it.

You were going to go for some drinks to a bar with Midoriya and Bakugou that night and you were pretty nervous. You had decided you would finally tell Bakugou how you felt about him. You’d been putting it off for so long, for reasons you weren’t even really sure about.

Midoriya was the first one at the bar, you were second and Bakugou arrived a bit later.

“Hey (Name)!” Midoriya greeted you excitedly and the two of you sat down at the booth.

“You seem a bit nervous, is everything okay?” he asked when you started fiddling with your thumbs.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit nervous about tonight” you sighed, looking down at the table.

“What’s so special about tonight?” Midoriya inquired.

“Well nothing, at least not yet”

“Hey extras” Bakugou greeted with his usual, aggressive tone.

“Kacchan, you’re late” Midoriya chastised your friend.

“Hi” you muttered.

Bakugou sat next to Midoriya, opposite you. The evening went well, you had a lot of fun and at the end of the night you were a bit buzzed. Not drunk by any means, but feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy.

Midoriya went to pay the bill for all of your drinks and food, while you and Bakugou stepped outside. The alcohol had given you the courage to say what you wanted to say, and since the night was coming to an end now was your last chance.

“Hey Bakugou?” you asked.

“Yeah?” he said, looking at the stream of people passing in front of you on the street.

“I don’t know if you knew this, but… I have a huge crush on you. I’ve had one ever since we were at UA together, and I just really wanna know if you feel the same”

“Tsk” Bakugou scoffed. “You’re a friend, but I really don’t like you like that”

You felt crushed, but you kept your composure and said: “Oh okay”

Midoriya came outside just seconds later and the two of you said goodbye to Bakugou, since he lived in a different direction to the two of you.

“Are you okay? You seem upset” Midoriya asked after a while of walking.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you sniffled and tried to walk ahead of Midoriya.

He grabbed your hand, which made you stop on your tracks.

“I know you have a crush on Kacchan, is that what this is about? Did he turn you down?”

“Ha” you scoffed with a sad tone. “More like shot me down”

“I’m sorry if he was harsh”

“Why are you sorry, it’s not like any of this is your fault. I’m the one who’s sorry, sorry for ever thinking he could like me back. Maybe I’m an idiot, I don’t know” you sniffled, trying to keep yourself together.

“You know what? We’re gonna go to my place and we’re gonna talk until you feel at least a little bit better” Midoriya said and started walking, pulling you along with him.

You complied, because that sounded like a good idea, a really good idea.

You talked for hours, about your days at UA, about all the stuff that had gone down back then and everything that had led you to this point in your lives. You also drank a bit more, again, enough to get a bit drunk. Which probably contributed to what you ended up doing.

“Hey Izuku?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“Do you like me?” you asked, taking another sip of your drink.

“Why-why would you ask me that?” he questioned awkwardly.

“I don’t know, I guess I just want to know if there’s something wrong with me for people not to like me”

“Truth be told (Name)... I’ve had a crush on you for years, but I knew you liked Kacchan, so I never said anything”

“Do you want to kiss me?” you asked with a smirk, leaning forward towards him on the couch.

“Kiss-kiss you?!” Midoriya asked, growing increasingly redder.

“Yes kiss me” you said and leaned even closer.

Midoriya could feel your breath on his cheek and he really wanted to kiss you, he really did, but he felt like you weren’t sober enough to make sound decisions. He didn’t want you to do anything you would regret later.

“(Name), if you still feel like you want me to kiss you tomorrow, after you’ve sobered up, I will. For right now though, I’m gonna take this away from you” he said and took the cider can off your hands.

“Come on, Izuku” you purred, but he didn’t give in.

“I think it’s time for both of us to get some rest, you can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch” Midoriya said.

“At least carry me to bed?” you smirked tiredly.

Midoriya sighed, but complied with your request anyway. He picked you up and you interlocked your fingers behind his neck, leaning your head against his chest. He set you down on the bed and you snuggled your face into the pillow, while Midoriya pulled the covers over you.

“Smells nice” you muttered. “Smells like Izu”

Midoriya couldn’t help but blush a little. He grabbed himself a blanket and a pillow and went to sleep on the couch.

He did indeed get to kiss you the next day, and the day after that and the day after that. You and Midoriya started dating, and you realized he was just what you needed. You didn’t really see Bakugou outside of work for a while, but after a few months of dating, you and Midoriya decided to set up a meeting at the same bar you went to last time.

Bakugou had been a bit peeved after your confession. He wasn’t really sure why, he just knew that there was something bothering him. He saw how happy you and Midoriya were together, and it irritated him. Not the fact that you were happy, but that you were happy together. Bakugou felt like he had missed out on something by not reciprocating your feelings when you had made them known to him. So when he met the two of you at the bar, he was annoyed and snappy the whole evening.

“What’s up with you today?” you asked Bakugou, when Midoriya went to go to the bathroom.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bakugou asked.

“That, you’ve been snappy all evening, even more so than normal” you said with an eye roll.

“It’s none of your business” Bakugou scoffed.

“I’m still your friend, you can talk to me” you said.

“That’s just fuckin it. I don’t want you to be my friend, I want something more” Bakugou growled and slammed his hand on the table.

You were stunned into silence. Now he wanted to date you? When you were happy with someone else?

“You’re a bit too late with that” you said, not really believing what you were hearing. “I’m happy with Izuku, I’m not gonna leave him just because you changed your mind”

“But-” Bakugou started.

“No buts, you had your chance, and you shot me down, so you don’t get to tell me what you want. I don’t owe you anything”

“Is everything okay?” Midoriya asked as he came back to the booth.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just remembered I have somewhere to be” Bakugou said and got up.

“Oh, well, see you later then” Midoriya said as Bakugou walked past him to the counter to pay.

“Is he okay?” Midoriya asked.

“He will be, eventually” you muttered.

You grabbed Midoriya’s hand and kissed the back of his palm. You felt a bit weird about what Bakugou had told you, but like you had told him, you were happy with Izuku, and you didn’t want that to ever change.

[burnedbyshoto]

split

— Shouto becomes victim of a quirk accident. In that he become two people who get along as well as fire and ice do. They clash at every moment, and only seem to agree on one thing: their love for you. Or in which Shouto gets split into two by a quirk that spilts chimeras and in order for peace to be found you find yourself in a threesome with two halves that make the one you love most.

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pairing: split!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, split!shouto, anal, double penetration, blowjob, rimming, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation, praise 

word count: 8,930

a/n: LMAOOOOOO this waas actually fun to write the names I gave them were super easy because I am uncreative. I used an anons rec for shoutos hero name: reisho so that’s what that is. and thank you to my lovely canasian for finding the original drabble I wrote. pls enjoy!

kinktober day 6 main kink: threesome

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“What’s going on?”

It was a series of words that often came out of your mouth because, as a Pro Hero, there were many times where you had no idea what was going on. It usually ranged from asking why Kaminari and Kirishima were giggling and avoiding your gaze when you walked into a room to coming onto an active battle where Bakugou and Midoriya were bloodied and crazed. There was nothing off-limits to those words, as they were, after all, said in complete confusion. 

“Where is he?!” you tried again, watching as nineteen different eyes look everywhere but at you.

However, it was without given when you watched your twenty -- wait, was that twenty-one? -- former classmates both stumble into one another as they turn to face you.

“Y/l/n-chan!” Mina squeaked, stepping up from the crowd, trying to cover up the two people in there that you couldn’t quite recognize as your classmates. “How was patrol? I heard that Todoroki-kun left you midway!”

You wished that last comment didn’t make your cheeks burn as intensely as it did.

Today had been one of the rare days that you had gone off on your route with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto. Both of you watched the busy streets and whispering between yourself as you avoided the masses, not wanting to get caught up with fan interactions that were rather unneeded. But there had been a large altercation that required Shouto’s expertise. Specifically, the voice at headquarters commanded that you stay on patrol while Shouto would leave. So you had watched as Shouto placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly petting your cheek, his smile warm.

“I’ll be back,” he had promised before taking off in a mist of ice and fire.

You continued the rest of your patrol with a rather childish pout on your face, you hadn’t enjoyed being sidelined like this, but you calmly assessed the situation. It probably wasn’t a fight you would be much aid in, and there was never a reason to send more than enough heroes onto a single area. But your route was coming to an end, and Shouto had still yet to reappear. Trying not to overthink it, you frowned while passing a store with TVs out in front.

Staring at the bright, flashing screen, you suddenly felt a sense of panic at the headliner: Chimera Quirk-Wielding Villain Apprehended by Pro Heroes Froppy, Pinky, and Reisho. (slight injuries on the hero team.)

With concern pitting up horribly in your stomach for your friends and boyfriend, you finished your assignment as calmly as you could, before finally getting to rush back to your agency. You had taken to the rooftops to get there as quickly as you could.

Through all that, you found yourself right where you had been in the beginning, staring at Mina, who despite the few scrapes of dirt and soot on your costume, looked normal. Your eyes glanced over at Tsuyu, who, like Mina, was unharmed -- which left Shouto.

“Something strange happened during that battle,” Momo spoke up, her face set with concern, her eyes, although not horrified, was definitely a bit at a loss for an explanation.

“Wha--?”

“The person we fought against could make chimera’s out of people, but the limits of their quirk meant that once they made a chimera, they couldn’t add more to the creation,” Mina explained, her head nodding as she looked from Momo to you. Her fingers were tugging at her pink curls, and you tilted your head.

“Is Shouto still smashed together with someone or something?” you asked, a bit hesitant to see what potentially horrific creation your boyfriend could have turned into. “I’ve seen Shouto show up home after the poop-villain fiasco, I swear I won’t cry if he’s ugly!”

“Well, no, kero,” Tsuyu frowned, her finger pressing to her lower lip as she tilted her head. “Mina-chan and I were a chimera for a bit, and the quirk has a limit when they make a chimera.”

You didn’t like how that was worded.

“Just fucking show her the idiots who threw the match!” Bakugou snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he shoved the crowd away in the middle, parting them like Moses did the red sea. 

Idiots? You thought, your confused expression growing as you looked from Bakugou’s frowning face onto what they had been hiding from you.

And you instantly understood why when you were greeted with two heads. One entirely redheaded, the other entirely white-haired, each with identical faces who looked at you with the same tone to their eyes.

“You see, their quirk can also separate chimera’s, and well… I — we, guess that Todoroki-san is one,” Momo informed you as you stared at opposite replicates of your loving boyfriend. “The villain said they’ve never split a natural-born human chimera before, it had been their first time, so the lasting effects of the quirk are unknown.”

The redheaded Shouto still sported a scar on his face, but he felt completely different. His face was cold, stare distant, and burning with a suppressed, denied fury that you couldn’t recognize on him outside of a battlefield. But even with the cold look encompassing his body and stature like a thick sheet of ice, when he looked at you with his set of two burning turquoise eyes, you knew his feelings for you were still the same.

The white-haired Shouto had no scar, and he looked much closer to the man you knew currently, except maybe a bit more open? His face quipped into a smile, his eyes swimming with mirth, joy, and content with finally seeing you here, all good emotions but emotions you weren’t used to him exposing to the public like this. But even with the warm, loving look burning softly around him, his set of grey eyes shone with feelings you knew were true.

“My boyfriend is split into two?!”

There was something wrong with that sentence, something that carried heat because the moment you said those words, both Shouto’s seemed to freeze next to each other. Icy and fiery glares meeting in an electric firestorm as Deku promptly dragged you out of the room with Momo and Mina. You struggled against Deku’s iron grip, only seeing white-haired Shouto’s jaw drop in the beginnings of a speech while redheaded Shouto glowered at him with all the intensity he could muster.

“Y/l/n-san, we need you to never, ever mention that they’re the same person,” Deku immediately spoke as soon as the door between the hallway and the room where the Shouto’s were closed. “He’s — they’re — not handling that information very well, and are acting rather… immature about who the real ‘Todoroki-kun’ is.”

“They’re not connected by the same mind?!” you spluttered, your own mind feeling like it was split down the middle at the hypothesis that your boyfriend was both of these men, but none of them. “So, it’s like a split personality manifesting completely?”

“We’re a bit sure on how to compare it to something such as dissociative disorder,” Momo spoke calmly, undoubtedly her mind working a mile a millisecond to make sense of the strange predicament you all were in. “He’s been in here for some time now. And from what we’ve managed to question from him, both parts of Todoroki-san remember everything. It seems they differ in just how they felt about it on an emotional basis.”

You blinked once, twice.

“Do you mind giving me an example?”

Goddamn idiot you were.

“Well, I guess the bigger emotional differences were during our high school years,” Midoriya mumbled, his fingers pinching his lower lip in thought. “A good example would be why he challenged me during the sports festival. Redhead Shouto said he did it because he hated Endeavor so much back then he was willing to prove his strength no matter what. White-haired Shouto says it was an overreaction on his own part and that he’s truly sorry.”

You frowned.

“It almost sounds like if Todoroki-san’s quirk had been only one of his parents, and his two halves are insights to the life he would have led if he had only one,” Momo offered a pursed stare. She didn’t seem too sure of her conclusion, but for you, it was enough.

“Honestly, you were the only one I saw both Todoroki-kun’s act the same toward!” Mina exclaimed, her hands grabbing your shoulders as she leaned in close, a sly grin on her face. “It’s like the two of you are destined lovers, no matter how the world is!”

“Mina!” you whined, feeling utterly embarrassed as she snickered loudly, her eye falling into a wink before straightening up.

“Alright, so just a recap: don’t mention which one is the ‘real’ Todoroki,” Mina warned, already moving back into the room.

“What do we call them then?” you whispered, feeling not at all prepared to stare at two, stupid hot versions of your same boyfriend.

“Ah-ha, well,” Midoriya smiled embarrassed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you all walked back in. “Only Kacchan brought up a nickname so far.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING RED HALF!” Bakugou’s voice roared the moment the door opened, and immediately, you were pulled back into the mess of the situation. “I’LL MURDER YOUR ASS!”

“Someone was clearly not raised on manners,” came the snide remark from Shouto’s white half, and you watched on in horror as your old male classmates worked together to hold off all three rambunctious boys to keep from fighting.

“LET GO OF ME, SHITTY HAIR! I’LL GIVE THEM BOTH NEW SCARS IF THEY KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS!”

But you stared at the apathetic face on Shouto’s red half, his eyes somehow empty, dull, and angry as he glared at Bakugou.

Red half.

Red.

You looked at Shouto’s white half that was grinning at the challenge, icy frosting off his body akin to the explosions on Bakugou’s fists as he egged him on. 

White.

That would be easy enough.

You snorted, before walking forward, grabbing your boyfriend(s) hands in yours, and they quickly turned to look at you. Their gazes turning warm and full, their demeanor utterly different as the raging Bakugou faded into the background. 

“So, I’m sure you both know what’s going on at the moment,” you spoke clearly, just loudly enough to be heard over the popping explosions on Bakugou’s palms. “I also know you’re both confident in who you are, but the truth is you both have the same name, so we’re going to need a new thing to call the both of you. Is that okay?”

“Ah, I see,” white-haired Shouto nodded, his hand tightening around yours, his thumb running along the backside of your palm. “You will continue to call me Shouto, and we will call him, the Imposter.”

Wait, what?!

“I’m not the imposter,” redheaded Shouto rolled his eyes, taking the hand he held up to his lips, pressing a gentle, warm kiss to your knuckles — it contrasted chillingly with the cold, aloof tone he continues to have with his white half. “I am, after all, the one with the facial scar. It is the most recognizable feature of me. Clearly, you’re the imposter.”

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered and how your cheeks exploded in heat as both Shouto’s were suddenly kissing your knuckles. They only went further after leaving warm, chilling kisses on your skin. For they pulled you closer by your waist, a physical challenge between the two to claim you. Even though they both were for you.

It was only made worse by the wide-eyed, cheek splitting grins, and spluttering noises made by your old classmates who relished in this rom-com type embarrassment.

“Oh my god, enough!” you squeaked, trying to shove both overpowering men away from you.

“See, you’re being too much,” white-haired Shouto snapped, ripping you from redhead Shouto’s hold.

“Let. Y/n. Go.” redhead Shouto growled, hand exploding with fire, and you wrestled yourself out of white-haired Shouto’s hold to press your palms flat against each of their chests.

“You both better calm down right now, or else I’ll send you off with our friends until you’re back to normal!” you snap, your cheek radiating with explosive heat. With the threat heavy on their minds, redhead Shouto took away his flame, and white-haired Shouto took a less defensive stance. Relieved with their current treaty, you thrust a finger at both halves, looking between your way too amused classmates and your boyfriend(s). “You will be called Red--” you jabbed redheaded Shouto with your finger-- “and you will be White!” you spoke clearly, tapping white-haired Shouto with your other finger.

“Am I understood?”

Silence.

You glared at your boyfriend(s) who were staring down at you with wide eyes and gaping jaws.

“I said, am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” your boyfriend(s) sputtered.

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Highlight of Day One of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Where is Red going to sleep?” White asked as you settled into the, thankfully, large bed the two -- now three -- of you shared. “On the floor?”

The bed had been a present from Endeavor when Shouto had moved into your apartment with you. It was much bigger than anything you owned, and while you hadn’t been fond of the length and stretch of the bed, you indeed were grateful for it now.

“Y/n likes to be warm when she sleeps,” Red duly noted, glaring at White the entire time it took him to crawl onto the right side of the bed. He settled right by you, arm wrapped around your waist, chin grazing against your temple. “You sleep on the floor.”

“You need comfort to stay beautiful, and since you’re eliminated from being that because of the scar on your face, you can sleep on the floor!” White countered while reciprocating the same position Red was doing.

Red’s eyebrow twitched at that before his glare soured and became icy cold, “I have the bigger co--”

“Both of you shut up now!” you snap, the palms of your hands shoving their faces away from one another. You were feeling more like a mother to a pair of troublesome twin toddlers than the girlfriend of your boyfriend(s). “I don’t want to hear it!” you groan as both their jaws dropped to attempt to speak their mind. “If you can’t shut up and sleep, I’ll sleep on the floor!”

“No!”

“No!”

“Then shut up, love me more, and let’s go to bed!”

…

…

…

“You don’t have the bigger cock--”

“Oh my god!”

“Please don’t go, my love, White is an idiot.”

Highlight of Day Two of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Well, this is certainly an interesting thing to be experiencing,” Rei’s gentle voice filled the room as both Red and White sat at her sides. Neither one of them touching her, but their gazes warm and soft for their mother. Rei touched the cheeks of both her son(s) and sighed softly before returning her attention to you. “Has it been hard? I do hope they’ve been behaving themselves.”

You smiled in hopes it would help to hide the grimace on your features as you laughed.

Just this morning, the two of them nearly burned down the kitchen while trying to outperform one another in making you breakfast in bed. It was of ample notice to realize that just one Todoroki Shouto was not to be trusted in the kitchen, but putting two Todoroki Shouto’s in there had caused them to somehow burn water and melt the stove.

The eggs they managed to pull together were burnt yet undercooked and had eggshells in them.

It wasn’t the worst meal you’ve had fun enough.

“They’re doing just fine,” you lie, your smile warm at the woman you would hope to one day become your mother-in-law. “Just a bit odd to deal with two people when I’m so used to one.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. In fact, they initially saw Shouto was to be twins, but he absorbed the other one in the womb,” Rei admitted, a small laugh on her tongue as she politely covered her mouth, her eyes closed in her mirth. “A bit funny how it seems like this could have been the outcome of that life.”

You feel a cold sweat drip on the back of your neck as Red straightens, his eyes darkening as he makes contact with Rei’s arm, and fear thrums through every fiber of your being.

“Kaa-san?”

“Yes, Shouto?” Rei asked, her warm grey eyes taking in Red’s gloomy form.

“White called me ugly.”

Highlight of Day Three of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“My love, I’m not feeling too well,” White groaned on the couch when you first arrived home.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, you were still being cleared to work during this time of split Shouto. After a much-needed relatively short time away from home, you had returned after a patrol to a clean apartment living room and Red sitting on the singles armchair, and White sprawled on the couch. 

You froze, Shouto hardly ever got sick! His internal temperature was always so in tune to the things around him that no virus, bug, or bacteria ever managed to infect him with sickness. For all five years of knowing him, you had never once seen him sick.

“Oh my god!” you panicked, rushing to remove your coat and shoes as you ran over to the couch to feel his forehead for a temperature.

He was running a bit cold, as he always did on his right side of his body, so you internally freaked about if this was normal or not! Your Shouto always had a specific spot on his forehead that was considered normal, but this was not your normal Shouto.

You were fucked, so wildly fucked.

“Are you okay? What do you need? I can go get you a blanket. I’ll get some soup going! What medicine do you think you need?!”

“There’s…” White trailed off in his exhaustion, his hands rubbing his face in probably his sick delirium. “There’s only one thing that will help…”

“What is it?” you asked, leaning in closer to him so that his flushed lips were centimeters from your ear.

“I need... “ he trailed off, and you leaned in closer, only to be suddenly trapped in his arms and pulled on top of him. “Some one-on-one time with my beautiful girlfriend!”

The scent of burning leather filled the room.

“WHITE PUT IT OUT! PUT OUT THE FIRE!”

“Princess, I’m not feeling good.”

Good fucking grief.

Highlight of Day Four of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot.”

“Cold.”

“Hot!”

“Cold.”

“The store has both!” you sobbed, your boyfriend(s) adopting their possessive hugging on your body while out in public as you had attempted to get them out of the house because you thought that maybe, just maybe, they were feeling stir-crazy.

“But we always share our soba noodles, y/n,” Red looked down at you, tilting your chin so that you could look at him clearly. “I know you love cold soba more.”

“We get it, Ice Princess, daddy hurt your feelings, and now you still hate everything hot! Get over it; y/n always buys hot soba when you’re not around.”

“G-Guys,” you whimper, suddenly feeling drowned out with the clashing of ice and fire personalities around you as the crowd watched on in bemusement. “Please stop.”

They suddenly both turned on you, their eyes narrowed, faces fierce as they both exclaimed at the same time: “Which soba do you like better?!”

You’re too exhausted of them to even scold them like you had used to anymore.

In the end, they tried to settle it via arm wrestling, which resulted in a horrible tie. They had both tried to use their quirks to win, somehow forgetting in the heat of their battle that their quirks not only canceled each other, but their strength was painfully equivalent. 

Highlight of Day Five of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

To be frank, you missed kissing Shouto.

With them being the way they were and how horribly chaotic they acted, you knew if you kissed one, it would lead to them both impregnating you and slipping an engagement ring on your pretty ring finger well before you were ready for either one of those things. So instead, you stared at both of their equally perfect lips.

Full, slightly pouty pink lips that were somewhat chapped as they always were due to his quirk elements. Full, soft lips that you had felt pressed to your hands and cheeks for the past five days, and yet you craved it to be pressed against your lips, but that was undoubtedly dangerous.

But you continued to stare at Red’s lips, at White’s lips.

You liked seeing how their teeth exposed themselves when they smiled, or how he had barely formed dimples on his cheeks, the smile lines that had finally formed on his previously smooth face. You liked seeing the way he bit on his lower lip when he held his tongue, or how his tongue seductively swiped his lips when he caught you staring.

Wait—?!

You snapped out of your daze, staring at the suggestive, all too pleased look on White’s face as he leaned in close to you while Red was busy performing his daily workout routine.

“You want to fuck while Not-the-real-Shouto’s busy? He won’t know, I promise.”

You flush.

“No!”

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It was day six of split Shouto when you woke up.

Your eyes stinging with exhaustion as you stared up at the ceiling as bodies of ice and fire sandwiched you between them. They snored softly, breathes deep and full in perfect harmony as they slumbered. You hated Shouto. You hated him so much.

This could have been a fantastic experience in your fantasies. Cloning quirks were a thing, and often you would hear about the sexual endeavors many partook in while in the company of someone with such quirk. It seemed like so much fun. Someone existing solely to be fucked, replicated from someone you already trusted.

It seemed perfect.

But here you were. Living the life of many porn fantasies, but the clones — not clones — hated one another. You couldn’t even so much as breathe next to one of them for too long before the other came to rip you away, annoyed, and ready to reclaim you. They were behaving as if you didn’t already belong to them.

Maybe you could have handled the lack of horny, lusting out of your mind sex if they had simply allowed you to kiss them without starting a war. But they claimed they would rather die than see you kiss someone that wasn’t them (singular them).

So, you were struggling.

The internal struggle only grew when they woke up at the same time. Growing when they both exposed their scarred, perfectly muscled, and toned body. It grew when they pressed their sinful body against yours, and you could only look up at them with eyes like a full moon, heat wet in your panties. You wanted something to happen because watching them go at it again for the fifty-third time today suddenly made your mind snap.

Since they wouldn’t seem to quit fighting, you might as well be fucked while they fought amongst themselves. You were a big girl, you could handle two cocks around your body.

At the moment, you were in the communal kitchen living room area. You sat at the table, trying to enjoy your cup of tea while they stood a few strides away from you… arguing.

“Would you both put those mouths to better use than fighting with each other?!” you finally snapped, your hands tugging at the roots of your hair after you placed down your cup of tea. They had been fighting for the past hour as to whether or not Shouto’s first costume idea was created because of Red or because of White. 

Neither one of them claimed responsibility on that one funny enough.

They fell silent immediately. Both their eyes wide, brows furrowed, and jaws gaping like a fish as they tried to separate their conversation from what you just said.

“Better use?” Red stated, his blink slow.

A curling, devious smirk spread on White’s face, “Oh, did my love finally cave to being fucked?”

“I didn’t think you would be into cucking,” Red admitted, his own smirk growing on his face while White frowned and glared at him. “What? It’s obvious it would be you tied up, White. You can’t expect y/n to trust either one of us to sit there, so she’d tie us up. My fire would easily destroy the bonds.”

Ah yes, how could you forget that they’d adopted only one half of the one quirk Shouto possessed. Now while you definitely wouldn’t mind cucking both sides of Shouto at some point, that wasn’t what you were craving at the moment.

“Y/n loves ice trailing down her body, I can definitely satisfy her better!”

“Like I said a few days ago, I have the bigger cock, so shut up and watch us.”

They were going to drive you insane.

Standing up from the table, the chair screeching against the floor as you did so, their attention fell on you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in your chest as turquoise and grey eyes that you could read like nothing gorged into your form. 

You settled between them, feeling dwarfed between their taller, muscled forms. Red was in a white t-shirt and sweats, White in a black shirt and dark jeans. You were unsure as to why you felt so shaken when you pressed your fingers between the valley of their pecs, your tongue heavy in your mouth. You blamed it on the six-day dry-feast the idiots put you in, and the mere thought of finally getting your way was exhilarating. 

“This is what’s going to happen,” you say with no room for arguing, your gaze meeting theirs through your eyelashes. “We are all going to fuck. There’s three of us, and I’m the one who wants to be satisfied, so this will be a threesome. Fuck me any way you want, I don’t care, but whoever starts fighting first gets cucked.”

Red is staring at you with his piercing turquoise eyes, White’s gaze dropped to your tracing finger on his chest. But the consensus was the same.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A warm, fluttery smile breached your face, and you nodded.

“Good… now, fuck me.”

They begin almost immediately. Two initially contradicting forces of fire and ice abandoning their internal surge for power to appease and please you. There’s no stopping the shiver and the moan trapped in your throat when two identical sets of hands you knew and craved the touch of finally made contact with your body. Red’s hands were on your breasts, groping and massaging your mounds of flesh while his mouth pressed tantalizing kisses along the curve of your neck, along the length of your clavicle. 

White had dropped down, his mouth pressing hot, kisses against the flesh of your thighs and your ass. His fingers pushing the sleeping shorts you still wore, his calloused fingers brushing against your clit. 

You openly moaned, hands pressing against both White and Red for some form of support.

“You’re already so wet,” White groans his observation, his finger slicking itself against your wet folds. 

You shake, your head nodding in full understanding as you began to rotate your hips against his finger. Of course, you were so wet, you thought, goosebumps flashing against your entire body when Red pinched your nipples through your light tank. 

“You try living with two of me and be denied every physical need,” you gasped, your voice pitching the moment Red’s teeth sank into the sweet spot on your neck the same time White’s finger curled within your walls. “Fuck…”

“It’s so cute when you whisper like that,” Red noted, his hands lifting your breast, tongue smoothing over your irritated skin. “I bet you didn’t mind our quirk accident because you wanted something like this.”

Now that was definitely something you couldn’t disagree about.

But with the way your body was so desperately deprived and how there were two sources of knowledge on you. Knowing the perfect sensations on your sensitive parts of your body, you pushed them away.

Grey and turquoise blazed into your skin, but you huffed, grabbing them by the hands and pulling on them.

“I want the bed,” you affirm, your cheeks feeling warm, your eyes keeping on theirs. “We’re fucking on the bed.”

“Of course, my love,” they responded together. And the heat in your body seemed to multiple when you pushed through into the room. 

Guiding them into the bedroom, you didn’t release their hands until they were sitting down onto the bed—Red on your right, white on your left.

Their stares are expectant, already clouded with horny, lustful need when you let go of their hands. Before they could ask what was next, you leaned in, opposite hands pressing to each of their crotches, and they both groaned lightly in their chest. You palmed them through their clothes, your cunt throbbing with the fact that you enjoyed watching their hooded, lusting expressions bore into your figure. Biting down onto your lower lip, you stopped a tethering moan from escaping when both their hands grabbed onto your ass.

They fondled the flesh as you continued to palm them, the cock buried within their clothes growing harder and larger with every quick movement of your hand. They both were so hot and dangerously heavy hidden away in the confines of the pants, and you wanted nothing more than to be choking and stuffed full of them both.

But you don’t get your way just yet.

“On the bed,” Red suddenly commands, and you stop a squeak from embarrassingly ripping from your throat. You stumble on the large bed, and both Red and White shift so that there’s enough room for you to be perched between them. Ass on Whites side, face on Red’s, and you feel your body freeze when everything picks up speed.

White’s lips are on the back of your thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin while his fingers take up rubbing your cunt again. Your body trembles under his ministrations, hips shifting, and bucking against him as he once again buries his fingers into your blistering core.

But with the moans singing from your lips, you felt transcended. The way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each shift of White’s fingers proving that point, you focused in on Red, who had shoved your breasts over the hem of your shirt. You whimpered loudly when his fingers pinched at both nipples, tugging at the pebbled flesh. 

“Such pretty noises,” Red whispered, his nose brushing against yours, and you throbbed with the need to be kissed. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please give me more, more, please.”

Red inhaled sharply, his eyes blazing like blue fire before finally, he crashed his lips against yours, unable to hold back anymore, and you cried in glorious acceptance. You kissed Red back with everything you had. Your lips slick with your joining, mixing saliva while he continued to press bruising, heated kisses to your mouth. Your hands at one point had attached themselves onto his biceps, and you found your fingernails to be digging through his skin, but Red didn’t care.

He continued to play with your hanging, sore tits, his tongue entering the barricade of your mouth as he kissed you again, and again, and again.

His name spilling from your mouth until you froze, your back tightening the second something more was happening behind you.

White’s finger, covered in the slick of your essence, was probing through your ass all while he continued to finger fuck your cunt.

“Aw, you do like it when my finger goes into your ass!” White chirped, his finger pressing further past your tight rim, sending your mind into a flurry of thoughts and feelings at the sensation of being stretched out, while you collapsed onto the mattress. Red abandoned you. “Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it takes in my finger. It’s like it's sucking me back in whenever I try to pull out. So. Fucking. Hot.”

You could do nothing but choke out White’s name the second the finger curled in your ass and the fingers buried in your cunt came together to press between the thin wall separating the two cavities, and you keened at the feeling.

“White!” you yelled, your eyebrows furrowed in your pleasure, your hips bucking back against his hands. “More! I need more!”

It was at that moment his fingers abandoned your holes, but before you could cry at the loss, Red was back in front of you, naked as the day he was born. But his cock was hard, pressed against his stomach, standing tall and erect for you to suck.

“Come on, angel,” Red spoke, tilting your chin up so that he may press another sizzling kiss to your mouth. “Play with my cock.”

Still, on your knees, your back arched, mouth entirely occupied with Red’s mouth, your hand blindly grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. You kissed him harshly, thoroughly, not wanting to let him go without exploring and feeling every little thing you could offer while you run your hand up and down his length.

You fully moaned into his mouth when his fingers lightly brushed against your neck, showing how sensitive you are. He runs his hand all the way down to your hips and latches onto your ass cheek. You mewl against him, wondering just why he was doing that when something hot and wet pressed against your cunt.

Breaking off the kiss immediately, you turned around to see White’s face buried into your ass, but his tongue was meeting your cunt with every languid lick.

“Shit!” you curse, your hips bucking and moving to better find White’s tongue against your core. But before you could find your spot, his tongue abandons your cunt and presses back against your tight, tight rim.

Trembling, your eyes roll to the back of your head, all while Red reclaims your lips.

Your hand encompassing his cock began to pick up in speed as White seemed to interchange between tongue fucking your ass and cunt. Whimpering needs only resonated from your mouth into Red’s as you jacked him off sloppily, messily at heightened speeds while you begged for more.

It didn’t take long before they both pulled away from you, and you in your heat daze, teared up as you watched both Red and White step onto the floor, their twin, identical cocks out, leaking with precum that called your name. You didn't need to be told what to do at this point as you stumbled out of bed, falling to your knees right between them.

With Red’s cock in your left hand, you pulled him into your mouth, your right hand expertly, yet blindly jerking White off. You pushed your head as far down as it could go along Red’s cock, your eyes trying to keep on his the entire time. 

Relishing in the fact that his cock went unchanged, your tongue swirled around Red’s cock, your head bobbing along his length, and Red smirked down at you, pressing the tears in your eyes away. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting his head to your lip, you alternated onto White’s cock, your left hand continuing to jerk off Red.

White groaned at the sudden heat, immersing against his length, his hips snapping into your mouth as you took him all the way in. You had been dating Shouto for a few years now. You were definitely capable of taking him in your mouth in one go without trouble. But it just felt so different with one of your hands stroking off Red, and White’s hands grabbing your head while he thrust into you.

Before you could settle on White’s cock, you switched back to Red, who decided to command your every little instruction.

It quickly became a game between Red and White on who could make you choke and moan the loudest as they fucked your mouth and throat mercilessly. You, thankfully, were entirely enjoying it, your soaked pussy rubbing against your tight panties, and you rutted against the fabric trying to relive the building, fast pressure in your core. 

“Fuck,” White snarled when Red had you completely choked against his cock. His cock was shoved as far down your throat as it could manage, and he kept you there. Painful tears falling from your eyes while your throat struggled to remain relaxed despite the burning lack of oxygen. “Keep her there, Red. Don’t let her move.”

Red, who was only entranced by you for quite some time, looked up with amusement at his other half.

“What, you like this?” Red asked a taunt hidden in his voice but was buried under so much more throbbing lust. “You like seeing y/n choking against a cock?”

You whimpered against Red, your throat muscles fluttering and flaring along his length-- what was he planning?

“Who wouldn’t want to see y/n like this,” White breathed, and you shook at the nonverbal agreement that passed between the two of them.

You whined at the unknown, finally being released from Red’s cock, and you spluttered and coughed, drool and saliva drenching your chin while you turned towards White, ready to do the same. But you shrieked, the wind knocking out of you when they both picked you up from the floor and tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced when you landed. 

Both Red and White quickly moved to remove your clothes until you were naked as well, their eyes glimmering with their treaty, a million ideas undoubtedly pouring through their mind. 

White is on you first. He joins you onto the mattress, his lips pressing and languidly moving against yours, and you moan against him.

“We’re going to start fucking you now, baby,” White whispers against your mouth, his thumb running up against your still spit slicked chin. With just his finger alone, he moves you so that you’re on your hands and knees before him, waiting like an obedient pet. Your eyes flutter open, just barely opened so that you could meet his stormy grey eyes while his thumb slips over your bottom lip and into your mouth. “I hope you’re ready to be fucked… Red?” he called, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, instinctively flaring your gag reflex.

“Hm?” Red answered back, and you stilled when something hot and heavy smacked against your ass. 

Once, twice.

“Fuck her right.”

Silence.

You whimpered against White’s thumb, your eyes watering while you studied his determined, playful face. There's a chuckle from behind you, and you shiver at the fact that you could practically smell the knowing smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

And then it happens.

Red slams his cock into your awaiting, wet pussy with a pleased groan while you lurched forward onto White at the mighty snap of Red’s hips. Naturally so, you screamed Red's name, your pussy singing in absolute love over the fact that he’s buried entirely within you, undoubtedly claiming you once again.

Before you could sing your praises for Red, White’s shut you up by replacing his thumb with his cock, and you’re forced silent.

When they worked against each other, they were annoying, irritating, and often horrifying, but together? Well, as Red’s cock shoved more profound and deeper into your womb, and White’s cock conquested your throat, you hummed with the pleasure they brought. Together they were powerful, commanding, and unbreakable, and if the sounds of your wet pussy and choking mouth were to prove it, it was more than just a fact. 

You struggled to keep up with Red’s slamming hips, the girth of his cock stretching you out in an all too familiar way, and White driving cock that choked you out every time you moved. You felt dizzy with the thumping, tingling pleasure, your hand that held onto White’s hips clutching his skin, while your other one manipulated and circled your clit.

You wanted to cum. You wanted to so badly.

“You sound so hot choking on his cock,” Red laughed, his hand coming down to spank your jiggling ass with a single, powerful thwack. You bristled at the sensation. “Do more, sweetheart, I know you can do more; we’ve experienced you doing more.”

You garbled as White smirked down at you, your eyes just barely open enough to see the knowing look in his eyes.

“Use that little slut mouth of yours better, baby,” White taunted, his hand coming to pat your hollowed cheeks roughly, quickly, in a few stinging slaps. 

This is what you liked, you realized as you pulled away from his length, mouth swallowing his balls with heightened eagerness, your hand rubbing his length as you did so. White moaned your name, his head dropping in his pleasure as you did so. 

It must have done something for Red, too, because his fingers dug into the skin on your waist, his powerful thrusts becoming quicker, shorter thrusts that moved you against his cock with rattling power and craving lust. You whimpered against White’s balls and cried out in pleasure-filled pain the moment Red spanked you again, and again, and again.

Your cunt was fluttering, squeezing, and beating in time to your heartbeat. The pleasure within you grew from a light warmth to a blazing heat. You cried for more, your knees and thighs shaking for more.

More friction, more fucking, more of Shouto.

“Turn around, you little cockslut,” White grinned, removing you from his balls. “It’s my turn to fuck your pretty little cunt.”

Whining, you did as you were told, your limbs feeling like lead as Red smoothed back the hair falling on to your face.

Before you were ready, not that you minded, their cocks reclaimed your holes.

It was different this time.

They fucked you differently, you realized when White enjoyed pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you. His strokes and powerful thrusts send the coil in your stomach to grow tighter and tighter. But Red, fuck, Red had his fingers in your mouth, choking you with them as he slapped your cheek with his cock, his precum mixed with your slick smearing all over your cheek as he did so. 

“I want to make sure that you realize that me putting my cock in your mouth is a blessing,” Red coldly smirked, his eyes blazing with a whole other story. But despite it all, you nodded your head quickly. Altogether agreeing with the claim that you needed to earn his cock in your mouth again. 

“I kno thath,” you whine against his fingers, saliva shamelessly dribbling past your lips, your mouth closing to suck on his fingers. “I promith I’ll apprethciate your giff.”

He could try all he wanted, but Red was whipped for you too.

His cock immediately replaced his fingers, slamming to the depths of your throat, all while the wet noises of your throat and choking voices joined the squelching of your cunt. Your eyes rolled in your pleasure, your cunt thrumming with energy as Red’s hands encircled your throat, choking you while he fucked straight down your throat.

“You looked so pretty earlier when you couldn’t breathe,” Red snarled, his cock twitching in your throat the same time White’s cock twitched in your cunt. “I’m just -- fuck do that again -- trying to get you there… faster… Your throat really feels like your fucking pussy at times, shit.”

You whimper at that comparison as you forcefully clench your throat and cunt around both of your boyfriend's cock. 

But you vibrate when White’s finger traces your rim, his finger not disappearing into your wrinkled muscle, but stimulating it well past teasing. You pull off Red’s cock with a spluttering cough, your eyes burning, but you find White’s gaze immediately. 

“What’s going on, sweetness?” White asked, his eyes glimmering with knowledge of what you want already, but the slick fucker just had to ask.

Too bad you weren’t ashamed of shit around him.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you moan, your hips slamming back against White’s still shifting cock, your hand clenching one of your asscheeks as you split yourself open for White. “Please fuck my ass.”

“Fuck!” they both seemed to growl, and without so much as a break, White switches from your ass and buries his length slowly into your needy, tight ass.

The pitchy, unstoppable moan from your mouth sends both Red and White into whimpering messes as you collapse onto the mattress, your chest heaving with your heightened stimulus. It was starting to hurt, your lack of orgasm, you just needed a bit more done to cum, and you wanted to.

“Where’s my dick?” White finally growls at you as he bottoms out entirely within you. You tremble at the question, body shaking with every stroke of his cock he makes afterward. “Where is it?”

“I-In my ass!” you wail, your ass clenching around him, trying to make him feel this heated pleasure as strongly as you were. “It’s in m-my ass!”

“Do you love my cock in your ass?” White snarls, his hands gripping your waist and slamming you back onto him, your ass squeezing with the sensation. You can’t speak; your mind is overloaded with feeling and emotion. “Why do I even bother? I know you love my cock in your ass.”

Red comes back into the equation, his hands grabbing your jaw and pressing your mouth against his into a searing kiss. You can hardly kiss him back, your mouth pathetically hanging open as he kisses your teeth, mouth, tongue. So, it shouldn’t shock you that in your near blissful blackout, Red hands your limp arms to White, who holds onto them.

His grasp and hold on your arms elevates you slightly off the bed, your back arched, and breasts exposed as he begins to jackhammer into your ass. You want to scream, you want to shudder and cry your sensations to the world, but Red interrupts once more by pressing his swollen, purpling head into your mouth, silencing you with gags and chokes while they both use you.

They both drive into you with ferocity and power, your body nearly limp and twitching with your ever still denied orgasm that refuses to back down, and the way the lack of oxygen makes you spin as Red’s balls clash against your throat in quick, succinct, patterns.

“Sit down, White,” Red snaps at White, and White, who was ever so entranced at how your ass was swallowing his cock, dumbly nods. “Y/n is about to cum, we need to make sure she cums correctly.”

You whine against Red’s cock, unsure if you heard him correctly when White drops your arms. But instead of falling forward as you thought you would, his relaxed arms wrapped around your waist tightly, bringing you down with him.

Your back was pressed against his chiseled chest. And you moaned at the sensation this angle brought in terms of depth and stretch. Your mouth, freed from Red’s cock, opened in a loud, scratchy moan, undoubtedly raspy from the abuse it went through from the vigorous face fucking.

“R-Red!” you cried, your legs shaking when White hooked his arms under your knees and spreading them out, exposing your wet, slick core to Red, who was merely watching. You shifted pathetically, wanting to have both of them on you, not just one. “Red, please!”

But, White’s hips began to thrust upward, resuming his fucking of your asshole, and you howled in pleasure as he breathed heavily, gasping in your right ear. But as your legs trembled, unsure if White would be able to keep your legs in such position, Red pressed on top of you, his weight keeping your legs spread, and his cock quickly slamming within your cunt.

You had one hand buried in White’s hair, the other slipping behind Red’s back when he pressed onto you. The second their cocks rubbed against each other through the oh so thin wall between your ass and your cunt, you screeched. The hand in White’s hair tugging at his roots harshly, and the hand on Red’s back drawing bloody mountains on his skin.

But this didn’t stop them, the slight pain you gave them doing nothing but making them growl in your ear, making your eyes cross in your oblivion while they continued to fuck you.

Sandwiched between them, your breasts crushed by Red’s chest, and your back buried into White’s chest, White let go of one of your legs that immediately latched around Red’s waist. Your eyes crossed, rolling to the back of your head, your mouth agape, but no noise coming out as every massive, hard thrust sent your soul into a new dimension. White’s hand sneaking between Red’s drilling hips and your cunt to pinch and pull at your clit as you shook like a leaf in a windstorm. You came without realizing it, your walls clenching like a vice against Red’s cock, and your ass clenching around White’s in tandem to your orgasm. Both of them moaning against your salty sweat skin, but neither one of them stopped.

Faster and faster, they thrust into you, gaining such speed and power that you felt akin to a ragdoll as they fucked you. They praised you for taking them both at the same time, senseless names, and wordless praise as you took them without a single wince of pain. You were theirs, they claimed, and they were yours. 

The sounds of their cock drilling into the wet caverns of your cunt and ass, the sticking shivering sound of their balls smacking your ass and cunt.

It was so much, growing to be more and more, until your orgasm was once again growing as you attempted to shift your weak, still trembling hips up and down their length, wanton gasps shrill on your tongue. Your body begging for more.

“Gonna cum,” they whispered together, his deep, raspy voice filling both of your ears, and you wailed as your own orgasm tipped once again.

“Cum in me, please cum in me!” you begged with everything you had.

And with your pleading heavy in the air, they came with you. You moaned at the feeling of the hot, sticky thick ropes of cum filling up both your holes, the cocks spasming uncontrollably within you as their hips continued to ride out their orgasms. Your chest heaves as their snapping hips become rolling thrusts until finally, they stop.

All three of you still joined, all three of you sweaty and tired.

When you pass out, you can barely hear them saying goodbye.

…

…

You wake up, your body sore and bruised around midnight.

You groan, stretching out your neck as you realize that there is no body on top of you or beneath you as that was definitely how you all had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Panic filled you when the bed was empty, and you rushed to your feet, cursing when your knees buckled out from under your weight.

Crashing to the floor, you groaned as you lay there.

“What are you doing on the floor?” an all too familiar voice asked you, and you looked up to see if it was Red or White.

You blinked when instead the once two distinctive heads blurred into one, and you stared at your finally normal boyfriend.

“S-Shouto!” you cried, your body weakly pressing off the floor, your arms stretching to you.

Shouto smiled warmly, softly, the perfect in-between of the facial expressions Red and White would give you.

“I’m back, sorry for scaring you like that,” he whispered as he joined you on the floor, letting your arms wrap him into a firm hug, not wanting to let go as you pathetically began to cry.

The two of you lay naked together on the floor, his soft apologies gathering in your ear as you held him tightly, having missed him entirely.

“Do you remember?” you eventually asked long after Shouto managed to bring you back into the bed. You lay curled into his side, your fingers tracing the marks on his body that you had left on both Red and White. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Yes… and I remember how it all felt too.”

“Ew… perv…”

“Try that again? Ms. ‘I-want-your-cock-in-my-ass’.”

“SHOUTO!”