#no i cant characterise todoroki why do you ask

[fairyreaper22345]

Hey can i offer you guys a short fluffy tododeku fic

syke I'm giving it to you anyway

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Twilight was always Shouto’s favourite time of day. He couldn’t tell you why – although, if you looked into it, it may have been that he saw himself in it. He saw himself as that balance between light and dark, day and night, fire and ice. In a way, he saw himself as the moments of sundown, ever walking the bridge between two sides.

That’s why he always found himself walking along pavements around this time. He found his feet would pace out of the door, mind wandering, not really concentrating on his movement. It got dark early around this time of year anyway, so he found himself going out earlier and earlier - shops hadn't even closed by the time he left, nowadays. He usually spent this time - this time of silent, amicable, cosmic turmoil - buying things for his classmates. He had money, so why not - plus, it was an easy way to make friends. He wasn't very good at the social side of things, but gift giving? Easy peasy. He was quiet, observant, and had plenty of daddy's money. Gifts came naturally to him - it was, well, a gift.

As he wound his way along not-quite-dark, but not-quite-light-either, streets, he listed off what he should buy; more birdseed for Tokoyami, he was starting to run out. Maybe he should keep it in a puzzle-feeder, one of those fun little contraptions that cats like to play with - did Tokoyami need enrichment? Do eagles play with their food? Was Tokoyami even an eagle? He looked more like a crow, honestly. And more importantly, would Tokoyami be mad if he bought a complex feeder? He decided it was worth the risk - PetCo was on route home anyway, he might as well go inside.

Oh, and Mina needed a new pillow… or six. Hadn't she gone and corroded through it again? He was sure she'd mentioned something like that… did she drool acid in her sleep? Sounded like a problem. Maybe they sold metal pillowcases in Home Depot. That didn't sound comfortable, but in a world with such varied quirks, that must come in handy somewhere, right? Did such a thing exist as quirk-proof pillows? He made a mental note to find out.

Oh, and Iida needed some engine oil, too. His damn pipes needed lubricating or something - Shouto didn't really remember the details, just that he'd mentioned his MOT in passing. Shouto didn't know people had to get MOTs - although he supposed it made sense. 

Before he could think of anything to add to his ever-growing shopping list, a bright orange light shone to his right, his side of the road, bright through the dwindling sun. PetCo, fantastic - maybe they had the seeds Tokoyami liked. Sunflower, he thought - he was sure he'd overheard a conversation about them. Or were they his least favourite seed? Shouto didn't want to make that mistake, that would be rather-

Ding!

Todoroki's phone vibrated with a little note in his back pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts, indicating he'd gotten a text. That was a little odd - people didn't usually text him, let alone at this time. They knew he'd be out on his Walk of Contemplation.

Pulling the mobile from his back pocket, a name flashed on the screen. "Midoriya 👉👈" it said, in searing white letters.

Shouto blushed slightly - he loved getting messages from his boyfriend. Izuku was always so polite and complimentary, and so eloquent, and-

Opening the message with a brush of his thumb, he saw that, in reality, Izuku hadn't actually said anything. He'd just sent his location, no word of explanation.

If Shouto was holding anything but his phone, he'd have dropped it, consequences be damned.

Last time Izuku had texted him something like this - in fact, it was exactly this, verbatim - it was about the incident in Hosu city. That time, two of his friends had nearly died, and he could've gone down with them.

It pained him to think about it - he wasn't short on traumatic experiences, but fighting the Hero Killer was truly a grisly highlight of his tragic backstory. 

It could be a butt dial. He was really hoping that this message was a butt dial.

He wasn't willing to take that chance.

He pivoted on the ball of his foot, doing a complete 180, throwing himself away from the store front and back into the cold, darkening dusk - he gripped his phone roughly and ran.

His feet pounded against asphalt. He didn't know much about social cues, or healthy family relationships, but he did know about running. Running from the truth, from his past, from himself - running along sidewalks and cement - he knew all about that. He'd been running since the get-go.

Musutafu roads were well known. He didn't need a map. He needed energy, stamina, and he had it - danger, fear, adrenaline pumped faster than blood and stronger than fire through his broken, hurt, traumatised veins. Corners were obstructions, and side alleys were shortcuts - c'mon Shouto, faster, faster, Deku could be in trouble. His legs couldn't hold him, couldn't hold the speed of his heartbeat. 

He neared the location on the GPS, but his boyfriend was nowhere to be found - in fact, it was a block of flats. Inside the block of flats, actually - and Todoroki could see right through the window, right where Izuku should have been standing, but he wasn't - he wasn't there. Perhaps he was above. 

Fear, dread, seeping into his veins like oxygen, Shouto thrust out his arm, an icy, brittle ladder forming in front of him. On another day, he'd have no problem with something so simple as a set of steps - this day, now, with the concern in his veins, he could barely manage it.

Izuku wasn't on the second floor, either.

Leaning against the window, Todoroki breathed heavily, counting to ten - and then out, closing his eyes with the steadying rhythm of his lungs. Okay, he'd have to think about this analytically, intelligently - he couldn't see fire, or plumes of smoke, so on the surface nothing seemed amiss. In that same, long, deep breath, though, he considered that Izuku, lovely Izuku, eloquent Izuku, concise Izuku, would never simply send a location, unless it was a dire emergency. Unless it was like Hiso.

Pacing himself, he concentrated once more on frozen stairs, this time managing a cascading, glittering set of fractals, that led a path to the next flat up. Perhaps Izuku would be on this one, and he'd explain that it was all just an accident, and thank you for coming to my aide, but actually I'm fine-

The toll on his legs evident, Shouto staggered up his DIY-stairwell, glaring with growing exhaustion into the room above; sure enough, there he was. Izuku Midoriya. 

Lovely Midoriya, eloquent Midoriya, concise Midoriya, sat on a cushioned bed, shirtless, his slender back exposed to the open third-floor window. 

Shouto knew he should've said something, but he couldn't help it - he saw a wonderful, peaceful side of his boyfriend. He saw slightly muscled arms, unkempt green hair that he'd have loved to have messed with, shoulder blades like shields. He was so endearing; his freckles covered his body, from face to neck to legs, like stars in a galaxy-filled sky. Shouto wanted to trace them, follow the constellations with his finger tips, finding new star systems and signs embedded in his boyfriend's skin.

"Izuku," he breathed, at last, eyes still fixated on those Greek Pantheon shoulders, occasionally wandering from there to the All Might posters on the walls (Todoroki wasn't so fussed about the man, now he'd actually met him) or to the neatly discarded pile of today's laundry. 

Deku didn't seem so surprised. If anything, he was gleeful, glad Shouto came to see him - even if he was half-hanging out of a three-story window. "Come in, Shouto," he smiled to the boy behind him, one green eye exposed under the outside street lamp. 

Clambering through the window, Todoroki whispered a question with mild urgency. "I saw your text. I was worried. Is there an emergency?"

Izuku sat on his bed, wearing only his boxers and a smile, and grinned that sun-bringing, crop-watering, skin-clearing grin that Shouto always found himself falling deeply for.

"Nah. I just wanted to see you."

Todoroki released tension he didn't realise he was still holding, breathing a relieved, although exasperated, sigh.

Actions, they say, speak louder than words - in that moment, as he took Izuku's hand in his, kissing his knuckles gently, it was the truth. In that moment, as he rested his mouth against Deku's, it was true that no words could have meant anything more than the lazy gratitude, and the tired giggles they shared.

[ganseycode]

b, d (breathing sunshine), f, n, and s! sorry if it’s a lot, but i’d honestly read your answer to every prompt if i could

wooo hi! don’t feel sorry these were so fun to answer, thank uuu (im sorry for over talking I’d honestly answer all of them if u let me!)

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

ah if I mention breathing sunshine again will I get attacked...but yes breathing sunshine! maybe not the the foster parents Hitoshi had but definitely losing parents and the trauma/anxiety/repression as a (totally not recommended) coping mechanism that takes a lot of time and effort with steps backwards etc that he has from everything bleh that has happened to him (my poor baby :(()

also in ‘let me be’ i kind of threw in some fears I have but obv not of magic (I wish) but of when I had a girlfriend! too many people around us treated us like tdbk in that fic is but I liked her a lot :>

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

okay god idk why I’m so happy you asked this one!!!! okay I cant really make a playlist and link but the songs are these

mainly: patience by bad suns and turning out by AJR (it won’t link?)

and grow as we go by Ben platt but I also associate guiltless by dodie and good by allie x

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

ohhh I’ll just pick out of recent ones I’ve read bc I read a lot of hurt/comfort

‘sprinting to the starting line’ by konbini_kun

it’s shinsou again he suffers abit bc I hate hero society but he has very good parents and then he has very good not parent heroes aizawa and mic. His quirk is also really powerful which I loved reading about as he developed it!!! I think it’s a series now but I haven’t read the second part yet

‘Without hesitation’ by XenophonSpeaks

TW: near character death. this!!!! is good it made me wanna cry but also fight both of tdbk if I’m being honest! I love it so much even though I’ve only read it today, I read it and then immediately read it again (the characterisation is rlly good as well!)

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I TRULY WISH! that someone would write a fantasy daiya no ace au with prince/kings misawa or meisawa or miyumeisawa hmmmm that have to have an arranged marriage for their kingdom’s and they’re all very much against it but we all know......yknow they.....what if they..fell in love fr

I would also appreciate hitman/assassin todoroki. Idk what he’s doing but I think he’s pretty neat!

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

well I’m always a weak sucker for friends to _______ or enemies to lovers/friends, that stuff is exquisite food for the soul especially when there is so much pinning I actually have to close of the fic to breathe for a second once they confess

that one specific trope where A is in the position to kill B eg like a knife to their throat and B just smirks at them and says smth about how they’ll never do it

I cannot resist royalty aus of any kind, vampires/werewolves where it’s not even forbidden to date it’s just they’re both awkward about how to go about their differences as well I’m so sorry....also sports aus usually baseball bc daiya

and in general I love introspection, hurt/comfort, domestic fics where one person just thinks about how nice it is just come home to the other etc