#relatable pictures of yaoyorozu momo

[yandere-kokeshi]

Sup Kosh I’m new here but I really enjoy your writing and I’d like to request Yandere Momo Yaoyorozu x Male reader if you don’t do male Gn or Fem is fine could be anything honestly Headcannons or something would be cool not a lot of stuff out there for Momo so anything works but yeah I love your blog keep up the great work

Soft yandere headcanons of Momo

Warnings: None :)

A/N: hiii, welcome to the crew! I decided to do male reader! I'm also sad there isn't much for Momo!! She's so cool man :((.

Tysm anon, stay well! 💓

Momo is fairly rich, which means she absolutely adores spoiling you with whatever you desire. Whatever you want, you have it within a heartbeat; she will allow you to order from Amazon, or go to the shops with her to experiment with clothing/or items.

While out in public, Momo will touch you 24/7, tracing shapes and pictures on your arms or hands to help her calm down from the fans that randomly show up for her. Speaking of Momo’s hands, her hands are extremely safe for the both of you! Feeling her wide palms, so soft and squishable can be quite addicting.

Due to her famous physique, it’s likely she owns a makeup, gym, or clothing brand. Whenever she goes out to meet and greets, or has requests to be on TV for an interview, she gets very anxious beforehand.

Reassuring her before the time is up to go on stage helps her a lot; hugging her, whispering that she has this and you’re right behind the stage if she needs support is a huge step for her, making her feel more safe.

Years after years of hero work strained her body, making her more chubby which you absolutely adore!!! She gets super embarrassed whenever you compliment her in a dress or revealing clothing: “Thank you, love. I needed that.”

Speaking of dresses, whenever you two go somewhere with fancy decorations, she constantly makes sure the outfit you’re currently wearing is always perfect and nice for you; whether that’s fixing your tie, re-doing your belt, or folding your cuffs on the shirt, Momo will constantly be frantic over it.

At times, her negative thoughts can get a hold of her and she gets extremely self conscious of herself; pulling at her stretched skin in the mirror while sighing with disappointment. Please just hold her, caress her hair and tell her you still love her for her; that you aren’t concerned with her looks and you’ll love her for her. She worries about that constantly.

The two of you constantly go to restaurants every weekend, Momo makes sure to plan the night extremely well. She makes sure to wear a dress, wanting to match your outfit. During the dinner, she allows you to get whatever you want, even if it’s dessert!

For dates, Momo loves to take you to museums, star-gazing at night, and picnics!! Not only does she love to admire the statues of those who lived here years and years ago, but Momo loves to adore seeing the stars sparkle while the two of you eat chocolate-covered strawberries on a big, comfy blanket!

She despises paparazzi. She gets really irritated, paranoid and hurries whenever you’re with her, she will make an umbrella and cover you two for privacy. This causes PDA to be quite hard for her. Even in public, she likes to keep your relationship to a minimum; she will hold hands, peck you on the cheek, and occasionally throw a hug.

This makes Momo quite possessive over you, she hates seeing people flirt or talk to you in a non-friendly way. She insists on making you wear one or two items of her merchandise (hoodie, shirt, perfume, even pants) to show others your hers. Don’t worry, if you’re also a hero/or a developer in public, she will definitely wear your merch.

She absolutely adores hearing what you’re interested in, finding whatever you like quite interesting. Momo will 100% buy you figurines if you’re into a show/or video game, if you love doing anything art related, she makes sure to buy the best supplies for you.

Momo loves to touch your hair: letting her detangle it, sniff the sweet shampoo you use, or try to decorate it with small braids/items, however, if you don’t approve of that, she will admire it and tell you how handsome you are! She’s constantly cooing at how adorable and how much of a Greek deity you are.

Momo loves tea, but she absolutely loves it more when you make it for her. She always adds that it tastes way better when you make it: “It tastes better whenever you make it love, could you make me another cup, pretty please?”

She loves to hold your waist from behind whenever you decide to cook dinner; swaying side-to-side, pushing her face into your back while she listens to the classical music playing in the background.

Cuddles usually end up in naps! At the beginning, you normally are laying on her stomach, legs tangled with each other while she drags her nails into your scalp; occasionally making kissing noises for a smoosh. Later, she ends up falling asleep with a book across her chest and small, yet cute snores sneaking out.

Did I also mention that if she woke up before you, she would kiss all over your face to wake you up? No? Well she would and 100% tickle you if you didn’t budge.

Momo is pretty organized, she hates messy area’s and things that are not where they are supposed to be. Though, she will never touch your stuff unless it ends up in her ‘area’. She’s very strong about boundaries and hates crossing them unless she needs to.

Nicknames consist of: darling, angel, love (/or lovey), and hun (/or honey). She normally uses this on a daily basis, feeling the butterflies swarm in her tummy while you smile whenever she uses them. However, she will only use your name when she’s serious or in the need of comfort.

If you’re an indecisive person, she’s an excellent helper! Momo always accommodates you, knowing what your preferences are. However, if making plans stresses you out, she will take the lead and tell you to rest; allow her to do the rest of the work.

When she’s out shopping, Momo always makes sure to bring something home for you: a candy bar, a plushie of your favorite animated character from a certain show, or a cute t-shirt she thought would be lovely on you.

But! If you do go with her, she drags you into the fitting rooms half of the time, begging for you to try on outfits. At best, you come home around the mid-evening with hands full of bags from the expensive shops.

Momo cares about your opinion… like a lot: “Hun, what do you think about this outfit?” – “Are you sure? Is it fine?” – “I’m going to the mall, do you want to come along? Or shall I stay here to watch a few movies with you?”

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[mirukosbitchywife]

mina ashido, tenya iida, kyoka jirou, sero hanta, and momo yaoyorozu x reader obsessed with jjba!

part one to a four part series!

i loved this request! i really love jjba as well so this was fun to do! i hope you enjoy it! some of these were harder than others

mina ashido:

•mina definitely watched the anime up to stone ocean. probably reads the manga too. favorite jojo is jolyne and favorite jobro is okuyasu/foo fighters

•she cosplays from it, especially the pink characters like reimi sugimoto, trish una, and yasuho hirose

•still.. when she sees your obsession she's like Wow. not in a bad way tho. very supportive of it, loves seeing you so passionate about something, but is a little shocked by how much merchandise you have. absolutely will compare you to izuku. not so secretly actually loves your little trinkets and such.

•will do jojo poses with you for pictures, tiktoks, literally whenever you two see each other. very fun

•buys you lots of little things related to ur favorite characters 🥺 like those necklaces, stickers, keychains, plushies, anything. even if you have something similar she will still get you something if you don't have it

tenya iida:

•i really went back and forth on this but i'm going to settle on he has not watched it and does not know what it is.

•will watch it with you if you ask. is absolutely flabbergasted by what's going on. it's nothing like he expected. his favorite jojo tho is jonathan and favorite jobro is probably kakyoin

•is also probably a bit surprised by your collection of merch but doesn't say anything. is very supportive of your hobby as long as it doesn't interfere with your work.

•will complain if you do jojo poses for important pictures but otherwise doesn't mind, you might even be able to convince him to do some of them with you

•might not really understand the whole simping for characters thing but is cool about it. will also buy you things related to your favorite characters just to see you light up

kyoka jirou:

•for sure watches jjba. horror anime lover for sure, is really into the magic stuff. favorite jojo is jolyne, favorite jobro is maybe naracia?

•absolutely loves the music reference, may or may not be what drew her to the series, has a whole playlist full of songs/bands that have been referenced in it

•is impressed by your collection of merch. has no room to talk bc i just know she hoards instruments and music stuff in her room. likes looking through all the stuff you have

•could mayhaps be convinced to jojo pose with you if she gets to pick the pose. otherwise doesn't mind you jojo posing in pictures really, it makes her smile

•she would probably make playlist inspired by ur fav characters/maybe even make a song inspired by them for you if you'd enjoy that. if not will totally get you other themed stuff, will also send you memes of your fav characters

sero hanta:

•knows what jjba is, currently is reading the manga, is probably rlly far into it too like part 7 or 8. fav jojo is maybe josuke? probably finds him relatable. fav jobro is okuyasu or mista/naracia (they come as a two pack btw)

•might also have some merch in his room, like manga and posters and stuff, but not nearly as much as you have. doesn't react at all to your collection, nothing can surprise him with the friends he has. gives you lots of compliments on the things you have.

•will ABSOLUTELY ask to borrow ur manga volumes and takes very good care of them. might even ask you to read them together 🥺

•finds it really fun that you always do jojo poses, will start doing them without you without being asked. will photobomb ur pictures of u doing the poses too

•will absolutely send you memes of your favorite characters to make you squeal in happiness!! also sends you any fanart he sees, might even commission your favorite character to be drawn/painted for you

momo yaoyorozu:

•does NOT know what jojos bizarre adventures is whatsoever. never heard of it once. probably hasn't seen many shows in general. favorite jojo would be jonathan and her favorite jobro(or jomom ig) would be lisa lisa

•will watch it with you if you ask but is genuinely SHOCKED with everything that happens. is so confused when the murder and magic stuff starts. out of all the thing she expected from the title it was not this

•doesn't really understand why you do jojo poses in pictures but doesn't mind it, will do one with you but it would have to be a simple one and you'd have to show her how to do it

•will not make you merch for it(can actually in fact be convinced if it's something you realllyyyy want and nothing exists of it specifically. plus the puppy dog eyes. it was really the puppy dog eyes.)

•absolutely buys you so much jojos merch. insane amounts. any holiday or birthday you get everything you could ever want and then some. she's got money to burn

[funmalibmillie]

CHAPTER 4 IS UP!!!!! Have a Happy Thanksgiving! If this is season is particularly rough for you, I understand and relate. I'm glad you're here and you matter!!!!

Ripple (17450 words) by MaliBMillie Chapters: 4/15 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shindou You, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aoyama Yuuga/Mineta Minoru Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Original Characters, Shindou You, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Endgame Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Aged-Up Bakugou Katsuki, Aged-Up Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, They are gay your honor, Jealous Bakugou Katsuki, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Angst, Post-Graduation, Post-War, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Bakusquad Being Idiots (My Hero Academia) Summary: It’s a quiet joyous morning. Well…it was supposed to be. “Did you hear? Shindo is gonna propose to Midoriya tonight!” Shouts a drunken-off-bottomless-brunch-mimosa Kaminari. CUE RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCH Katsuki's eyebrows shot toward the ceiling: "WHAT?!" ------------------ When a New Years Party ends in tragedy and he fails to win Izuku from Shindo, Katsuki Bakugo falls into despair. However, an unexpected stranger? with a quirk called “Ripple” comes along and gives him the chance of a lifetime: three days to change the past. Will the explosive blonde succeed or will the Symbol of Victory lose…again? NOTE: Entire Story is mostly completed until Chapter 9. Will post chapters weekly on Mondays at Noon EST. I had WAY too much fun getting these images together for this fanfic. Thankful for Canva, that’s for sure! BTW, images provided are mostly made on my Canva Account, but any picture involving fanart of the MHA characters are NOT mine. When I know the artist, I make sure to credit them. If I have the wrong artist or am missing giving them the appropriate credit, please message me.

[relatablepicturesofyaoyorozu]

[herofics]

hiii, may I have a todoroki with an s/o who is insecure about her relathionship with him? everyone says that he suits better with Momo, and she tries to say it for him but he didn't noticed that it was a big insecurity of her, so she starts to ignore him a little bit and the other girls goes tell him to talk with his girlfriend because che was crying (like a lot) in her dorm room (but she don't want to worry anyone) (I'm sorry if it's too detailed or confusing. have a nice day :) <3 )

This is a good scenario to be honest, and I feel like this is a relatable one in general, unfortunately, angst with a fluffy ending coming right up. This is fem!reader, instead of genderneutral, mostly because it kinda just ended up that way, didn’t go exactly as you described but mostly

You were looking at some photos of you and Shouto you had taken in a photo booth. There were four pictures, one of you two kissing, one of you two making silly faces, one with serious expressions and one with your cheeks mushed together. You smiled while looking at the pictures, but you also felt like there was something false about them. Like there was something behind your eyes that didn’t quite make it to the surface. The self doubt, the insecurities and a dash of jealousy perhaps.

You had been hearing it so much lately, that you weren’t good enough for Shouto, that Yaoyorozu would be a better match for him, and that you two weren’t going to last anyway. You hated it, but you couldn’t help but think that if so many people were saying it, it might just be true.

You didn’t even notice you had started crying before the first tear hit the photos.

“Huh?” you muttered, and wiped your cheeks.

You just started sobbing, you just wanted Shouto to be happy, and maybe if you let him go, he would be.

Todoroki was sitting in the common room with Midoriya and Iida, when Bakugou stomped into the room.

“Oi! Half-and-half bastard, your fucking girldfriend is crying in her room again, what the fuck did you do this time?!” Bakugou growled

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Todoroki asked, getting up from the couch and already starting to walk towards the elevator.

“I mean again, for like the third fucking time this week!” Bakugou barked.

What…?” Todoroki muttered in a hurry to get to you.

He stopped when he got to your room door, he hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he should intrude, since you hadn’t told him you were upset about anything, he wasn’t sure this was any of his business. When he heard you though, sobbing in there, he pretty much busted the door down.

“(Name)? What’s wrong?”

As soon as you heard the door open, you turned your back to it and wiped your eyes.

“I-I’m okay” you said, trying to make him go away.

“I know I don’t pick up on these things very well, but you’re crying right in front of me, and I can see you’re upset” Todoroki said and sat down next to you on the bed.

He put his hand on your shoulder, but you shook it off and stood up, crossing your arms in front of yourself. You were still crying, but you tried to keep quiet.

“Talk to me, please” he pleaded softly, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“I-I just, I don’t think you’re happy with-with me, you-you deserve someone better” you sniffled.

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you” he said and pulled you back to sit on the bed.

“You-you don’t want to be with someone else?”  you said and looked up at him.

You looked so hurt and heartbroken, Todoroki could feel his chest tighten. He didn’t know how you had gotten that idea in your head, but he would certainly do his best to drive it out.

“No of course not, and if I’ve done something that has given you that impression, I’m so sorry”

“You promise?” you asked.

“Yes, I promise” he said and wrapped his arms around you.

You hugged him back and buried your face to the crook of his neck. You hated when your insecurities got to you like this, but you loved that Shouto always managed to always somehow bring you back from the edge.

[svtkillua]

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rating: [pg-13 / angst] genre: soulmate au pairing: todoroki shouto x reader warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst! word count: 5k

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Some people related gold to beauty, to the shade of the sun when it reflected off of water in the summer. They associated the colour with the way the wind blew the warm toned leaves off of trees in the fall, pictured sunlight peeking through scattered blooming branches in the spring. Gold was the tone of wealth and wonder, a shade so beautiful that it was coveted as royalty, as otherworldly in design. It was the shade that flickered in the middle of a fire, it emitted the feeling of whimsy, of something bigger than it appeared. For you however it made your heart sink, the colour that filled your gut with dread and turned your blood to an icy sludge. You’d liked it at one point, had admired the way the tone shined in a straight line from the base of your palm straight up to the tip of your middle finger. But now it made you feel alone, hollow, like a constant shimmering reminder of the life you were meant to live, completely by yourself.  

A reminder that while the rest of the world had a soulmate, you had no one. 

It was funny how something you’d loved about yourself when you were younger had become the glaring marker of things you disliked now. The golden slash on your palm had been something you showed off to friends, comparing soul marks with the other kids on the playground, giggling about the possibilities of who you could match with. You used to all day dream about it, if one of you would pair up with the prince or princess of a country, if one of you would marry a celebrity and become a famous duo. The magic around it hadn’t begun to fade until your friends all got paired off one by one, birthdays starting to fill you with pain rather than the giddiness of a child. Looking at your palm was like staring at a ticking clock, one counting down to the moment everything you feared became the truth, the moment your twenty second birthday started and any chances of finding your soulmate were gone. 

Soulmate marks didn’t do much, almost serving like a tattoo you couldn’t get removed or cover with makeup, the skin varying in pigments and shapes from person to person. You didn’t taste what the other tasted, didn’t feel what they felt or know what they were thinking, you just saw them, matched their mark, and knew. Everyone spoke about feeling like they’d been hit by a tidal wave of emotions the first time they saw their other half, like the world stop spinning and all the things that didn’t make sense before suddenly had answers. You didn’t know how it felt, to meet your soulmate for the first time, to see them and feel that gush of emotions everyone spoke about so vividly it made you desperate to find it. You thought you had once, imagined for a few seconds that the way your heart started pounding and throat caved in that you had found him, the person made for you. 

He was beautiful, his duo-coloured locks a complete mess as the wind blew straight through the sweater you’d tossed on that morning. He’d spilled his coffee all over you as you both dashed through the park to get to opposite trains, his eyes wide when you looked up into them, lips parted and ready to spew out agitated jabs, but they’d never came. You thought you’d found it, tasted the possibilities of where things could go next, pictured yourself tracing your fingers over his pale skin as he stared right back at you and the noise of the park fell silent. You let yourself imagine a future with him, one where you’d finally get to be the friend that told everyone you’d found your person, your soulmate, the one who made your lungs give out and pulse pound so hard it bruised and broke apart your rib cage.

But then you saw his palm, his mark not golden but navy blue, the shade just slightly darker than that of a bundle of blueberries. His mark was not one line but one with multiple added on the sides like a tree spreading it’s branches out to each finger tip. It was it the same place as yours, the same straight edges. It was similar to yours, yes, but not the same. 

He was meant for someone, just not for you. 

Looking at him now you could still picture him from three years ago, could still feel the way your heart sped up just staring at him sleeping on your bed like it’d done the day he poured coffee all over your front. He wasn’t meant for you and yet your soul still breathed for him, he wasn’t designed to occupy your thoughts and despite that he was all you ever dreamed about. He was the thing that kept you up at night and greeted you when you fell asleep, the person that gave you even the smallest taste of what it could feel like to be someone’s something, even if all of it was only in your head. 

Shouto Todoroki. 

His hair was draped across his forehead as he mumbled into the pillow bunched up beneath his temple, lips apart as a breathy sigh fell from them while his knuckles bent, fingers digging into the duvet. The moonlight shining brightly outside casted through the windows and onto the planes of his face, accentuating the way his chest rose and fell like the weight of the world was, for once, not on his shoulders, the gentle pitter patter of rain meeting your eardrums and melting into the somber sensation in your veins. It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t yours. It was cruel that you got to be so close to him but didn’t get to love him freely, that your birthdays ticked by year after year with no soulmate in sight when someone so perfect was close but off limits. 

You had to meet them before you turned twenty two, that was the rule with soulmates, the reality not many had to face. If you didn’t meet your someone by then, you didn’t have one. It didn’t happen often, the cases of it far and few between, but still prevalent enough for facilities to offer counselling for people like you. People who were meant to be alone, people destined to spend forever without someone there next to them in the mornings when they drank their cup of coffee. People made for no one but themselves, left to wonder what exactly they were worth if they weren’t worth the universe giving them someone to love. 

Todoroki had come over because he knew that even if you kept insisting you were fine you weren’t, that the minutes ticking by that day weren’t like the normal ones because they were the last ones you could spend with an ounce of hope left. It seemed almost fitting, that you’d be alone when the clock struck twelve, that the sky would have opened up and started pouring buckets just a few minutes before your birthday officially began. Your time was about to be up, the digital clock on the bedside table glaring a bright red 23:57 at you when you took another glance at Todoroki, whose arm had sprawled out and now hung slightly off the too large mattress. 

You two had gotten lunch that day he crashed into you, neither of you mentioning the solid minute of silence that had passed after you laid eyes on each other in the park, pretending that neither of your chests had deflated when you looked at the other’s palms and weren’t met with the mirror of their own. He’d insisted on paying you back for the sweater and after some convincing you let him, that apology lunch turning into another, and another, until eventually you found yourself calling each other at two am to talk about how confusing life seemed to be. You felt connected to him, attached almost from the second you first heard him speak, like your heart had decided it belonged to Todoroki even though it wasn’t supposed to be. He’d become your constant over the past three years, your best friend and the only person who ever filled your day dreams, the one who was proving to be your ‘almost’. 

You two spent all your time together, it was almost like you wanted to make yourself hurt, like you adored to make believe the two of you could have a happily ever after when it wasn’t ever going to happen. For a while you’d grown selfish, thinking that maybe neither of you had a soulmate and in turn you could become each other’s, pretending that the stares you’d catch him sending your way meant more than the friendly half smiles that followed. You’d wondered if maybe he was silently wishing for it too, hoping that the universe had made a mistake and not made your marks match. That perhaps you’d end up together after everything was said and done and the pain of thinking you’d end up alone would have been worth it, because you would have had him. 

And then he’d met her. 

His soulmate. 

Your eyes fell shut at the thought of her, body shifting back towards the large-paned windows of your apartment as the rain splattered against them, oxygen leaving you in shaky puffs of held in emotions. You never liked to think about her, didn’t want to focus on the girl that was allowed to love Todoroki in ways that you weren’t. You couldn’t hold his hand, couldn’t touch him in public past pats on the arm or brushes when you passed each other in a crowded hall. You didn’t get to hold him at night or whisper quiet ‘I love you’s’ that made his thin lips spread into dazzling lazy grins. You didn’t get to love him and she did, and you hated how angry you were at the girl when you’d never even spoken to her, despised that you weren’t happy for your best friend like you were supposed to be. Just because you were meant to be alone didn’t mean he had to be, and yet in the bottom of your heart it didn’t feel right, like you’d spent so long convincing yourself maybe you could have each other that reality was a pill too tough to swallow. 

Momo Yaoyorozu was stunning. The midnight black hair that cascaded over her shoulders when she walked, a delicate smile that looked like that of a doll’s, a pleasant voice that flowed like a feather in the breeze. She was beautiful, and from the few bits Todoroki had told you about her, she was incredibly kind and smart, finishing up a degree in teaching so she could work at her own preschool someday. Her family was wealthy, about as wealthy as Todoroki’s was, and it was almost laughable that he’d end up being meant for someone so cookie cutter perfect for his parent’s standard.

Todoroki and his family hadn’t always harboured the best relationship, the family focused more on how things looked than how they felt, caring more about Todoroki’s potential future and life than his now or his heart. Maybe they had good intentions, deep down, just wanting their son to live a safe life, one with stability and comfort rather than hard work, freedom and passion. They wanted him to go to college and he decided not to. They pressured him to become a hero like his father. They pushed and he pulled back, a constant cycle of a someone trying to grow but being shoved back to the ground, like a flower in a garden trapped under a rock. 

You were someone they’d never cared for, not since the first time the pair of you bumped into them at the store during your lunch breaks from work. His father had shook your hand with a smile that turned stiff after a once over, your ears picking up on his mother’s not so subtle ‘you should stay away from her, people will get the wrong idea‘ as you excused yourself to finish shopping. Todoroki hadn’t listened, clearly, filling his afternoons and evenings with you most days, the pair of you near attached at the hip.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

His voice made you jump, eyes peeling open but body not turning as his fingertips skimmed the edges of your elbows, tone raspy from the sleep still thick in his throat. It made your stomach twist, feeling the heat of his body so close, his thin white shirt doing little to prevent it from radiating out of his chest. He was always hot, like the sun that kissed his skin was living inside his body, pouring out warmth and life that made you revolve around him like he was the center of your universe. 

“Why would I have woken you up?” 

“Because it’s your birthday.” 

Your head turned slightly at that, eyes focusing on the digital clock now blaring a bright red 00:04 that reflected off the glass topped table while you shrugged. He was staring at you, you could feel the way his eyes followed yours when you turned to look back out the window, focusing on the beads of water rolling down the damp panes rather than how delicate his touch was as his palms encased your folded forearms. You wanted to melt into him, wanted to fall back into his chest and savour the feeling of him so close to you while you could. You were silently desperate to pretend that he was your soulmate, that when you woke up in the morning he’d still be there in the bed next to you and not back at his house with her. 

“Happy Birthday.” He was being quiet, like if he spoke too loud you would crumble to pieces, his arms inviting themselves to snake around your waist and pull your back into his chest when you hesitated to do so yourself. His hair was tickling your cheek as his chin dipped down to rest on your shoulder, your lashes fluttering as your lids clamped shut and lungs deflated, memorising the way his heartbeat faintly pounded against your flush skin. It felt like a gentle melody, like a soothing thumping that reminded you he was real and not just a perfect mirage in your head. 

It was intoxicating, being in his arms, feeling the heat from his skin spreading through his shirt and into you, aware of his breathes as they barely skimmed the side of your cheek and neck. You wondered if he could tell how rapidly your pulse was pounding, if he knew that even when the world felt dark he was like the lone candle still flickering on, refusing to go out and plunge you into an abyss. You questioned if he knew just how much he meant to you; if he knew just how completely in love with him you were when you’d never uttered a single word about it. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled, hands raising to just barely skim his knuckles before you were pulling from his grasp, taking a few steps away from the window to sit down on the edge of your bed. You looked at him finally, focusing on the way his chest rose and fell while he followed you over to the mattress, his body sinking down beside yours and making the bed dip, your thigh scooting flush into his from the gravity. “I don’t know if I’d exactly call it happy though.” 

“I know.” He sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, hands resting on his lower stomach as his shirt bunched slightly. You looked down at him, admiring the way his hair fell off his forehead still messy from sleep as it fanned just barely around his ears, watching his jaw clench and relax as his mind worked languidly, taking yet another note of the scar that donned his left eye. The rain was creating odd shapes on his front, like moving shadows that couldn’t sit still, creating darkness on his light in its stagnant state, his body a canvas for the night sky to paint upon. 

He didn’t like to try and comfort you with words, usually, never forced out vague reminders that everything would be okay even if you didn’t have a soulmate. He knew that you loathed it, that the pity filled glances of people watching you grow to be alone made your skin crawl with frustration. Todoroki never babied you, never forced out whispers that he knew how you felt when in reality he never could. He still was there for you though, still calmed the waves of self doubt that churned in your gut with gentle brushes of his palms on your arms, silenced the screams in your head with his light laughter and fingers lingering on your hand longer than necessary. He’d been with you a lot more than usual lately, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your impending expiration date or if he simply didn’t feel comfortable yet sharing a place with Momo. 

They’d just moved in together a few weeks ago, the next natural progression in the relationship given his parents pushing for Todoroki to not hesitate so much with things. Momo and Todoroki had barely known each other for a few weeks before their families were urging them to move faster, to be thinking about marriage rather than getting to know the little intricacies about each other. The entire world was watching, waiting to make sure they followed the rules, that they weren’t fighting against something that was required by law to follow. He had pushed back against it for a while, wanting to take his time, to get to know the girl he was supposed to be with, but also had a hard time ignoring the pressure dumped on his shoulders. The place was nice at least, you’d seen it before they got their furniture moved in, let yourself imagine a world where the quaint home was for the two of you and not him and another girl.

It was hard to think about, Todoroki being with Momo, his lips touching her lips and his hands touching her palms. It made you want to vomit, imagining them together, to picture the closeness the two of you shared then mimicked between them, only more intimate, between lovers rather than friends. It stung to picture him bending down on one knee to ask her to marry him someday, burned a whole in your chest to envision him on his wedding day and you not be the one walking down the aisle to greet him. Sometimes you wanted to run away, to leave and move to a different city just so you wouldn’t have to be here when those moments happened, just so you could avoid the inevitable all ending heartbreak that was growing closer by the minute. 

His palm encased your knee fleetingly, drawing your attention away from the shadows dancing across his stomach, focusing on his eyes as his lips spread into a gentle smile. He looked incredibly handsome, perfect skin seeming to glow even in the dim cool toned lighting, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he blinked, weight being pushed up onto his elbows as he nodded once past you. You hesitated to look away, wanting to stare at him a while longer, wanting to memorise the way his lazy grin made your heart feel, wanting to follow how his eyes darted across your features like a painting only he had realised was a masterpiece. 

“Open your present.” 

His fingers left your knee to instead tap your elbow as your head turned, Todoroki sitting up beside you as your vision landed on a white box resting on your bedside table. You hadn’t noticed it before, the bow on top a pale grey that blended in with the pale light, fingers clasping around the box as you moved it onto your lap, peering down at it. It seemed dangerous, like the small container was actually a bomb in disguise, like it was nothing but false hope for the dreams inside your head when he did things like this. He always got you birthday gifts, always remembered to call and make sure you got home okay after a night apart, always texted you to check in when he went out of town or was too busy to see you. It was like he was unintentionally stoking the fire that burned for him in your gut, like he almost wanted you to stay so attached to him, so desperate to be next to him that you thrived off the morsels affection he’d pass your way. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“Shut up and open it.” 

He laughed faintly when you rolled your eyes, your lips parting at the delicate necklace that laid inside the box. It wasn’t anything fancy or grand, a simple silver chain with a small moonstone pendant dangling from the centre, but it made your chest sear like it had been scorched. It felt like he’d grabbed hold of your lungs and squeezed with all his might until no air was left within them, like he took a needle and was sewing his own initials into your heart. You could tell he was staring at you, could feel his eyes burning holes into your cheek as your fingers traced over the delicate gem, pulling it from it’s confines and up further into the light, watching the way it glinted as it swayed. 

“Wow.” Your speech came out breathy, like it was a part of your natural breathing, eyes drifting from the chain pinched in your fingers to Todoroki, who was smiling like he’d never felt more relaxed in his entire life. “You shouldn’t have, Shouto.” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Of course I like it.” You looked at him when his hands encased your own, focus drifting over his features as he took the necklace and reached around your neck. It made your heart pound, feeling his thumbs skimming the sides of your throat, being so close to his lips that you could have leaned in and tasted them. “People just might get the wrong idea if they found out you bought it for me” 

“I don’t care.” He shrugged, smiling faintly at you when his fingers brushed the back of your neck, fiddling with the clasp until he moved his palms down to rest on his lap, the pendant landing just between your collarbones. You instinctively reached up and touched the surface of it, eyes flickering up into Todoroki’s as he watched you closely, like you were under a microscope. It made your lungs shrink in your chest, made your brain seem to malfunction as his calloused fingertips brushed along your knuckles, gentle as a breeze in the summer. 

The silence that fell was comfortable as you glanced down at your fingers, his own weaving through yours before your palms moulded together, the soul marks that were mismatched flush against each other. Your eyes followed his thumb as it moved back and forth over yours, tingles shooting up from your wrist to the top of your elbow, like fireworks were going off in your nerves simply from being so close to him. His free hand rose from its place beside your connected fingers and landed on your cheek, your gaze shifting up as he tucked your hair behind your ear, watching how his lips parted as a heavy exhale exited his body. You wondered what he was thinking, questioned if he could feel you swallow harshly when his touch skimmed over your jawline and made its way slowly along the side of your throat. You wondered if the small proximity between the two of you did the same thing to him as it did to yourself, if his heart was screaming for him to fall into you just like your own was begging him to do. 

“Thank you.” His lips tugged slightly into a smile when you spoke, head bobbing in a nod and causing a few of his long strands of hair to fall further onto his forehead. You wished you had his camera there now so you could capture how stunning he looked, hoping he had at least some idea of how breathtaking he could be while he focused on the beauty the rest of the world held. 

“You’re welcome.” He hummed, fingers caressing the necklace that hung from your neck, knuckles brushing your bare skin in the process. His gray and blue eyes only danced away from your own for a moment, thumb never once stopping its movements along your own as he reconnected your gazes with a blink of his eyes, grip on you tightening. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“I meant for staying.” Your voice was just above a whisper, scared of disturbing him or making him move away, like if you spoke too loudly he’d realise how little space there was between you. You didn’t want him to move away, didn’t want to feel a centimeter further from him ever again, not even for a second. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” 

Being so close to him felt like you were in front of the sun even with the rain drizzling just out the window, like you were being baked by the heat and letting the worries melt off your skin. Todoroki was dangerous, because he was so incredibly perfect to you, even in his flaws. From the way he ignored everyone when he was trying to do paperwork to his the gentle humming he did when he fell asleep on the sofa that jolted in volume from his odd snores, you adored every single thing you’d ever found out about him. He was like a walking day dream you’d never get to really feel, like a perfect ice cream cone on the hottest day you’d never get to taste. He was everything you wanted and couldn’t touch, the man you desired who belonged to someone else. 

The man who was made for another woman. 

The man you loved to the very core of you, with every single cell in your body. 

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket was what pulled you apart, the quiet vibration drawing his eyes away before your own, hands fumbling with the object as his grip on you vanished. You knew it was her when he moved to stand and look out the window, voice quiet but loud enough for you to pick up a few words. Momo probably wanted to know when he’d be home, with how late it was, not to mention he got off work hours ago. You couldn’t blame her, even if you hated the thought of him leaving, even if you loathed the times like now where the bit of daydreaming you allowed yourself got ripped away. It was like reality came to smack you back into place, like it wasn’t cruel enough to let you stay happy with Todoroki too long, because the ending was one you knew and kept ignoring nonetheless. 

He sighed when he hung up, shoving the phone back in his pocket as he stared past the glass at the dreary world down below, your body rising from the bed to stretch, ignoring the ache in your soul knowing that he had to leave, knowing that you’d be alone here and he’d be at home with her. He turned to look at you with his lips pressed into a thin line, your vision barely able to make out his features with his body blocking the light as he bent over to grab his jacket off a chair. You wondered if he meant what he said before, if he really would rather be there with you than anywhere else. You questioned if he meant it with the entirety of his heart attached like the sentiment would mean from you, or if it was empty words from a friend trying to patch up holes in your already sinking ship. 

“I gotta get going.” 

He didn’t say why and you didn’t ask, because you already knew, and you imagined perhaps he wasn’t saying why because he knew how much it hurt you. You wondered if he had any idea how in love with him you were, if he hesitated when he kissed your forehead on the way out because he was aware of how desperately you wanted to feel closer to him. You questioned if he paused when he went out the door to turn and promise to call you tomorrow because he could see how lonely you already felt without him inside, if he waved from the street below up to you in the window because he knew how sickeningly much you wished he was going to be in bed with you when you woke up. But he didn’t stay, he couldn’t stay, because he wasn’t supposed to be with you in the first place. 

He was supposed to be with her. 

And when you looked down at the shimmering gold on your palm, the straight line that caught the small bits of light refracting through the glass panes of the window, it made your throat tighten, eyes feeling as wet as the raindrops dripping from the sky. Because it was a reminder that while he was driving off to be with her, with his soulmate, you were here. It was a reminder that he got to be with someone, got to love someone fully, that the rest of the world got to have someone who cherished them and held them and longed for them with every cell in their body. Because it was a reminder that he was meant to be for her and never would he belong to you. Because it was a glaring reminder that you had only been meant for one thing. 

To be alone.

-

[next chapter]

[kiribaku-queen]

Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Angsty, a tiny bit of humor

Word count: 2.7K

A/N: I guess you guys like angst?? It’s not as angsty and heartbreaking like how I imagined it in my head but I hope you guys enjoy this one a lot more and the new series will be out on Monday! Also, sorry that this came out a day later. I got admitted to the hospital YET AGAIN so that’s the reason why it’s late.

Summary: You absolutely hated Valentine’s Day. Nothing like a day to remind you how unattractive and unwanted you were by the entire male population. But will all that change this Valentine’s Day?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The loud, annoying tone of your alarm startled you awake. You picked your head up with heavy eyes and immediately turned it off. Plopping back down on your pillow, you groaned.

It was that time of year.

Valentine’s Day.

The worst day of the year, where you hated being reminded of the fact that no one liked you. Time and time again, year after year after year. No one has every confessed to you. You’ve never been in a relationship. You’ve never been given chocolates on Valentine’s Day. You always felt unwanted and unloved during this time of year. And you exactly knew why.

Momo Yaoyorozu.

Your gorgeous cousin. The smartest, prettiest, most down to earth person in your entire family. Everyone fell for her. And you couldn’t blame them. She really was like an angel sent from heaven. Down to her looks and her personality, she had it all. But it didn’t help your ego that Momo sat right behind you in class. So during this time of year, her desk would be stacked with chocolates, presents, hand written love letters from all ages.

You didn’t want to say you resented her… but you did. God, you were jealous. Was it hard to just ask for at least one letter? All you needed to feel better was one person to show you affection and maybe then, you wouldn’t feel so much hate and jealousy. But no matter how many times you prayed, each year was the same. And it was going to be the same this year too.

 You arrived to your class, only to see Momo already being bombarded with boys. Boys from our class, boys from the next class over. Even some of our seniors are here to shower Momo with unconditional love. And it was only the start of the day. There was more to come.

You maneuvered your way to your seat, forcing people to get out of your way. You plopped down in your seat in an annoyed way, praying that class would start soon. But all these people around Momo and them confessing their love for her, you couldn’t help but think badly of yourself. Were you really that unattractive? What did Momo have that you didn’t. You both looked similar, considering that you were both blood related. But she just drew all the attention. No matter where she went or who she met, they always fell for her.

You glanced back at her and she was all giggling and happy. Of course she would be. It would be nice to be on the other side for once. Just once. To know that someone out there might like you. Then maybe you had a chance at love. But you can only dream. What is she going to do with all that chocolate anyway? Momo was never a fan of desserts but she can’t reject anybody either.

It was already halfway through the day and you swear time couldn’t go any slower. The teacher dismissed themselves off for the next period so everyone had a few minutes to take a break. During this time, most students went to the bathroom or went to talk to their friends in other classes. That’s what Momo and a few of her friends did. Not you. You stretched your arms in your desk and just waited for next period to begin. You were about to lay your head down on your desk when another student made his way up to you. A male student. With chocolates in hand. Instantly, your heart skipped a beat.

He was walking right at you. There’s no doubt about that. And it was clear to see that he had chocolates in his hands. Was this your time? Did someone finally find you attractive enough to have feelings for you? You straightened up in your desk as the guy approached you.

“(y/n)?” he called out your name. You bit your lip in anticipation. He bows his head down and extends his arms out to hand you the chocolates. You could literally feel your whole mood being lifted off of your shoulders and happiness and joy filled your body. But before you could say or do anything, he said something that made your heart sink right back.

“Can you please give this to Momo? I couldn’t bring myself to give it to her after seeing that massive crowd this morning. But I thought if I gave it to you, maybe I have a better chance at catching her attention. So please send in a good word for me!” he begged. Ouch. That hurt like a bitch. That whole thing about you feeling happy and having this whole bad mood being lifted off your shoulders? Yeah, that came straight back down tenfold. You got your hopes up only to be crushed in the most humiliating way.

“Yeah… yeah, I can do that,” you say, snatching the box of chocolates out of his hands. Oblivious to your behavior, he beams at you, thankful that you were ‘willing’ to do this favor for him. Your cousin comes back to see yet another Valentine’s gift waiting for her.

“Some guy wanted to give you this while you were gone,” you inform her. She was looking at the gift curiously. Then she smiles with her perfect, gorgeous smile that everyone falls for.

“Thank you, (y/n)! Goodness, I don’t even know where to put this one,” she talks to herself, looking around where she could put the little guy. Her bag was already filled with gifts. Her desk had no room. There was a pile of presents at the foot of her desk and you knew that there was still more coming. And guess what? This happened several times throughout the day, in between classes. Guys would come up to you, knowing that you were Momo’s cousin, and ask you to give her their love letters and small gifts. Guess you’ll only be know as Momo’s cousin. You couldn’t turn them down, no matter how annoyed you got. You just needed to get through lunch and a few more classes until the day was over and you were free. God, how you wanted this day to end so badly.

  “Just do it.”

“I will.”

“Now.”

“I’ll do it!”

“She’s walking away!”

“I SAID I’LL DO IT!” Bakugou yells at Kirishima, gripping the letter in his hands that was already crumbled by now. Bakugou was stiff in his stance. No matter how much Kirishima and Kaminari tried to push him and convince him to walk up to you, he would.not.budge.

“C’mon. You did not stay up all night writing this letter to not give it to her,” Kaminari kind of laughs at the blonde for his uncharacteristic-like behavior. Bakugou looks up at you for the hundredth time that day, watching as you gracefully walked down the hallway. He was so stunned by your beauty that he was frozen in place. And by the time he knew it, you already disappeared around the corner.

“Aaaand she’s gone… way to go,” Kirishima pat his best friend on the back. Being the hot head he is, you’d assume he would do everything with confidence and be straightforward, even if it wasn’t in a romantic way. But something about you just made him freeze. You made him completely forget about this façade he puts up around people. You do something to him and he knew it wasn’t normal. He’s never felt like this before so doing anything so… cringey was foreign to him. Plus, he’s never had to go after girls because they are always the one to come to him. He was pretty popular, even he was surprised. Why would anyone like him? But it didn’t matter because the only person he was looking at was you. Now you were gone and out of sight and now he’s frustrated that he was too chicken to just hand you this damn letter.

“Tch, maybe I won’t give it to her,” Bakugou decided to give up. Now that really wasn’t like him. Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other and smirked. If he wasn’t going to give it to you, then they were going to give him motivation to make him want to give it to you.

“Well if you’re not going to confess to her, maybe I will. It is the perfect day for that,” Denki said aloud, emphasizing each word to get through Bakugou’s thick skull. Oh, he heard it all right. Loud and clear. And he didn’t like that one bit. Anger and irritation started to bubble inside him. So much that smoke started to appear out of his fists.

“Ha?” Bakugou questioned Denki. He wanted to make sure he was hearing correctly. Almost as if he was challenging him to say it again.

“I said, I’m going to confess to (y/n),” Denki rubbed it in his face. That was it.

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!” Bakugou blew up, explosions coming out of both hands. Mind you, the letter was still in his hand. He just used his quirk. He just blew up his love letter to you. The ashes of the letter fell to the floor and collected in a pile on the floor. All three just looked down in silence. Hours of hard work. Of writing then rewriting and rewriting again. Crumbled up papers that were lazily thrown at the trash can and even more burnt paper filled his floor. He spent hours overcoming his embarrassment and poured his heart and soul in this damn letter only for it to be sat in a pile of ash in front of him.

“Kaminari Denki,” Bakugou said his name, low and menacing. Denki couldn’t look up. He refused to. Bakugou looked up with murder in his eyes. “Run.” “Okay.” He whispered in a small voice and bolted down the hallway with Bakugou right on his tail.

“Wait, Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled out after the two, pulling out his phone. “I took a picture on my phone! Come back!”

  The next half of the day was just like the first. Multiple guys came up to you to give Momo their presents because they were too shy. It didn’t faze you anymore. When you returned from lunch, you were the first to enter your classroom and was ready to sit back down. But a note and a small box were laying on top of your desk.

You approached it and took the letter in your hands. There was no name on it. But why was it sitting on your desk?  Could it be for you? No way. There’s no way you were falling for that again. You didn’t want to raise your hopes only for them to be crushed by dudes you didn’t even know. Not worth the heartache. Although, there was a slight possibility that it could be for you. Curiosity almost got the better of you and you almost opened the letter to see if it was actually addressed to you, but then you glanced at Momo’s desk. In such a short amount of time, her desk was covered in Valentine’s Day gifts. It was so much that you couldn’t fit another thing on there.

Then it hit you. Someone probably put it on your desk because there wasn’t any more room on Momo’s. That had to be the case. Bummer. Ignoring the slight ache in your chest, you gently laid the letter at the very top of the stack, turned around in your chair and waited for class to start.

Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari were all peeking through the window to the classroom to see you receive the letter. Bakugou, being the embarrassed, stubborn boy that he is, couldn’t bring himself to physically give you the letter himself, so he opted to setting it on your desk. At least he was still giving it to you in some way. But as soon as you flipped the letter over, he knew he messed up.

“The name, the name! You forgot to write her name!” Kirishima panicked, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“If it wasn’t for dunce face over here then I wouldn’t have rushed and forgotten to write her name!” Bakugou blamed the blonde next to him. As if he didn’t feel like an idiot then, you put the letter on the desk behind you. You thought someone mistakenly put the letter on your desk when really, it was for you!

“Kirishima!” Bakugou nudged him and he was already on his way. Sneaking past you in a nonchalant way, he swiftly secured the letter in his hands without anyone noticing and returned to the boys. Bakugou snatched it away, his heart racing. Time for plan two.

The bell rang and you could cry of happiness. The day was finally over and you couldn’t wait to get back home. You spent the whole day secretly anticipating if someone would come up to you, but it never came. You saw it coming but you didn’t think it would affect you that bad. Typical Valentine’s Day. You walked to your locker, which was coincidentally right next to Momo’s. It wasn’t hard to spot where your locker was because of the hundreds of love letters covering her locker. Were there that many people at your school that admired only one person?

You raised a brow when you saw a letter taped to your locked. Really? Momo’s locker is definitely crowded with other letters, but there was still room at the bottom for more. You frowned, took the letter and taped it back up on your cousins’ locker. There. That wasn’t so hard. You gathered your things quickly and headed home, finally.

The three friends were now hiding before the corner, waiting until you reached your locker. There was no way you could mistake it now. It was fully on your locked and Bakugou wrote your name on it. What could go wrong? Oh no. Bakugou squinted. The more and more he looked, the more he could see your name was missing. No, he definitely put your name there, he was sure of it. That was when he realized that he taped the letter on the wrong side! The side of the letter where your name was, was facing the locked instead of the other way around. Idiot! He got so nervous he made such a critical mistake. Another fail, once again. But third time’s the charm. When you walked away, Bakugou took it upon himself to take back his letter and chased after you. After two failed attempts, he was not going to let it happen again.

Bakugou chased you out of the school building and onto the school grounds, right by the gate.

“Oi, (y/n)!” Bakugou called out your name. You jumped at the sound of your voice and turned around. The wind blew your hair out of the way like a move and the sun was hitting you just right that Bakugou’s cheeks turned pink. He jogged up to you until he was only a few feet away.

When you saw that THE Bakugou Katsuki was talking to you, you felt your voice get caught in your throat. Oh god. Your name came out of his mouth. He was talking to you. This was unreal.

“Here,” He extended his hand out and gave you a letter with a small box of chocolates. You were excited to see him at first, but when you saw what was in his hands, your heart deflated. You were tricked yet again. He was going to ask you to give it to Momo and of course, you’d say yes. You take his gifts and give him a fake, half smile.

“Yeah, I’ll give them to Momo for you,” you tell him. You turn around but Bakugou grabs your arm and spun you back around, shocking you.

“Why would you give it to Momo?” he asks. That left you confused.

“Isn’t this for-“

“It’s for you,” he interrupts you. You stare into his eyes to see if he was joking. He was being dead serious. Then, your heart started to beat again. He liked you. You. Out of everybody in that school. You. He found you beautiful. Funny. Easy to be around. Down to earth. Momo was everything you were and more. But Momo wasn’t you. And he chose you.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Snow Day

snow day by staqua

Shouto watched Aizawa's face go through a multitude of expressions, mostly relating to one of astounded horror. Shouto could relate, asking Eri to join their heroics class seemed rather dangerous after all.

"Join what?" Eri asked.

"We're having a snowball fight," Yaoyarozu said with a gentle smile.

"Snowball... fight," Eri tapered off, the last word heavy. She shook her head, then looked at Aizawa. "I want to build a snowman."

OR: Shouto and Eri build a snowman and a snowcat; Aizawa secretly takes pictures.

Words: 1824, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of candy apples and soba

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Eri, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A

Relationships: Eri & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Fluff, Snow Day, Snowmen, Snowball Fight, Cute Eri, Todoroki Shouto is a Sweetheart, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28574484

More Todoroki Stories

[yarart4ever]

For the character ask thing: Ochako Uraraka?

apologies as I am not that invested on Ochaco Uraraka so I might not have a lot of things on her- ;-;

favorite thing about them: I guess it's that fact that almost everything she does, it's for her parents. she wants to be a hero so that she could help out her mom and dad as much as she can, and I can honestly relate to that as I want to be an animator for my mom

least favorite thing about them: I guess the way she simps for Deku? I mean yeah I admit the ship is kinda cute but it's soo... basic? I guess you could say?

favorite line: "so I'm going to be a hero! I'll make that money... so that my mom and dad can have easier lives!"

brOTP: I think her relationship with the girls in 1A and her with the deku squad is just so cute! ^^

OTP: I'm..... tied. between either Tsuchako, UraIida, or Bakuchako-

nOTP I mean, I'm not against UraDeku, just not really a fan, it's cute, but I'm not a fan (oh gosh the shippers better not come for me- ;-;)

random headcanon definitely a raging pan-sexual lmao

unpopular opinion uh... I guess that she's not really my favorite, and I'm more invested in Mina Ashido and Momo Yaoyorozu

song i associate with them hmm... ooh! I think good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo is a good song for her, idk I just imagine that being her jam and blasting that in her headphones for some reason

favorite picture of them

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Snow Day

snow day by staqua

Shouto watched Aizawa's face go through a multitude of expressions, mostly relating to one of astounded horror. Shouto could relate, asking Eri to join their heroics class seemed rather dangerous after all.

"Join what?" Eri asked.

"We're having a snowball fight," Yaoyarozu said with a gentle smile.

"Snowball... fight," Eri tapered off, the last word heavy. She shook her head, then looked at Aizawa. "I want to build a snowman."

OR: Shouto and Eri build a snowman and a snowcat; Aizawa secretly takes pictures.

Words: 1824, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of candy apples and soba

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Eri, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A

Relationships: Eri & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Fluff, Snow Day, Snowmen, Snowball Fight, Cute Eri, Todoroki Shouto is a Sweetheart, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28574484

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

autistic bnha kids

 Midoriya Izuku:

special interests in heroes, quirks, and All Might

particularly encyclopedic knowledge about All Might, can and will infodump at any given opportunity 

stims by rocking back and forth when excited and pulling on his bottom lip when stressed or in deep thought 

covers his face with his arms when flustered because embarrassment gives him too much energy, he’s gotta physically work it out some way!! 

has a habit of ‘cutting to the heart of things’ (as todoroki puts it lol), often doesn’t realise that he may be overstepping his bounds a lil bit 

lowkey echolaila, repeats a lot of All Might’s catchphrases trying to get the right intonation when he’s alone 

mind tends to move much faster than his mouth, hence the muttering and stuttering

over-exaggerated facial expressions that he learnt from All Might cartoons because just ‘naturally picking it up’ is really hard okay?? 

wears the same shoes constantly because they’re a comfort item and also the only ones that aren’t sensory hell to wear 

imitates other people’s mannerisms when he’s unsure how to act (i.e acting like Bakugou when he really wants to win, or basing his hero persona around All Might)

hyper-empathetic, emotionally relates to struggles of anyone who’s more than an acquaintance and often looks to try and solve their problems 

cries a lot because of emotional dysregulation, it seems like a disproportionate response to others but if Midoriya feels he has to cry, he cries 

Todoroki Shouto:

naturally flat/monotone voice, struggles with vocal intonation

also doesn’t really do facial expressions most of the time

zaru soba is a samefood; good texture, taste that isn’t overpowering, just generally his go-to 

quite black and white thinking, either something is correct or it isn’t, struggles to see middle grounds or reconcile other people’s world views with his own

was told off for ‘fidgeting’ as a child, doesn’t really stim all that much now because of it 

has literally no clue when he’s being rude, just speaks whatever’s on his mind 

alexithyma, bad at identifying his own emotions and also doesn’t really care to do so, he just feels however he feels 

can be pretty literal, doesn’t like it when people talk in metaphors, he prefers if they just get straight to the point 

he’s not folding his arms because he’s mad it’s just a comfortable way to stand okay?? 

Asui Tsuyu: 

raptor hands, near-constant and casual stim

her ‘kero kero’s are a vocal stim, she likes to roll the Rs 

very very blunt, says exactly what she thinks and nothing less 

also a very black and white thinker, either it’s good or it’s bad, sees things in actions rather than intents

occasionally lets her tongue hang out, yet another stim 

doesn’t really recognise ‘Asui’ as her name because growing up her parents called her ‘Tsuyu’ of course, that’s why she prefers to be called by her given name 

refers to people as ‘-chan’ because she likes to show that she’d be happy to be friends with them 

also quite a flat voice, over enunciates when asking a question to compensate 

Iida Tenya: 

he’s not meaning to yell he’s just not very good at volume control!! 

very loud hands, grew up with a very supportive environment and was encouraged to stim however he pleased 

likes having rules in any given situation, they give him a model to base his actions off of and a code to fall back on if he’s unsure how to act 

also likes strict routines! if he knows what’s going to happen when it allows him to appropriately prepare for the day ahead 

picked up his vocal mannerisms from his rich family and rich pre-schoolmates from a young age, he’s not trying to sound snobbish it’s just how he talks 

has very little regard for a rule or policy he believes is unjust or useless and is fully willing to go against it 

the more excited he becomes the more he stims, he’s guilty of nearly smacking his classmates sometimes 

very very strong personal sense of justice and right and wrong, he understands that others may view things differently and is okay with that but he’s also lowkey judging them juuuuusssttt a lil bit

got aforementioned sense of justice from Tensei’s hero persona and the Iida family values 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

king of explodokills emotional disregulation   

his own angry out bursts seem fully reasonable to him but others view them as disproportionate to the situation at hand 

very narrow ideals of what ‘victory’ and ‘strength’ are, holds himself and others to unreasonable standards 

special interest in All Might but he’d never admit it 

also has no concept of volume control, but he doesn’t mind yelling all the time 

sure he doesn’t remember people’s names and quirks because he’s an asshole but he’s also just got prosopagnosia (face blindness) 

gives people nicknames based upon defining features so as to remember them; ‘shitty hair’, ‘round cheeks’, ‘raccoon eyes’, etc 

yet another black and white thinker! views most things in absolutes of ‘strong or weak, ‘hero or villain or civilian’, ‘useful or useless’, U.A has expanded his world view a lot 

the small explosions he makes is actually stimming, he likes the popping sound and the physical sensation 

tight clothes are sensory hell and that is a hill he’s willing to die on 

spicy food is the best physical sensation and he literally will not eat bland things its so bad

Hatsume Mei: 

obviously, a special interest in support item design/production 

ADHD as well, can topic-hop like nobody’s business 

thinks ‘outside the box’ in most cases, she doesn’t get why people don’t see thing the way she does (’if you can’t run with your legs why not run with your arms?’) 

incredibly goal oriented, only really acts in ways that serve her goals and sees lots of other things, such as taking breaks or bathing, as counter productive 

not great about social norms regarding physical space, if she needs someone’s measurements for an item she’ll just feel for herself

very ‘up and down’ vocal register, always loud but her intonation shifts a lot 

will info dump about support items to anyone who is or isn’t willing to listen, Power Loader and her classmates indulge her because they’re obviously interested in support items too and she can actually be quite educational if you manage to follow what she’s saying

fully aware that she’s the ‘weird girl’ stereotype and does not care! as long as the big companies are willing to buy her babies!! 

tends to hyperfocus on whatever her current project is and has to be reminded to eat and take bathroom breaks 

Aoyama Yuuga: 

moves his hands a lot in ‘flamboyant’ gestures, is really just stimming as he talks

struggles with holding conversations and making small talk 

limited diet due to his quirk and very adverse to a lot of textures, always eats his own food 

special interest in the French culture

isn’t good with social ques or ‘appropriate parameters’, fully does things intended as nice gestures and doesn’t realise it may come off as odd to others (i.e, leaving a cheese platter on Midoriya’s veranda in the middle of the night) 

cares a lot about his personal presentation and first impressions, he wants to clearly display how sparkly a person he is to others right from the get-go 

Yaoyorozu Momo:

special interest in tea, can tell you all about regional brewing methods and tea leaf grading 

much like Iida, she adopted a very formal manner of speech from her family and peers from a young age

is treated as the ‘autistic savant’ stereotype by many due to her natural intelligence and the complexity of her quirk, it doesn’t bother her per se but she would like it if her hard work got more credit 

mild dyspraxia, she struggles with depth perception and aim, particularly when she’s in high-stress situations

also with reconciling distance to objects, she genuinely didn’t think her bed would take up that much space in her dorm

tends to get lost in the details and patterns of things, isn’t to good at looking at ‘the big picture’ and appears to be slower at decision making because of it 

doesn’t register social cues, slang, pop-culture or similar things all that well, comes off as the ‘naive rich girl’ 

primarily stims by moving her hands around her face when overwhelmed or excited 

another thing she has in common with Iida is that she also values rules quite a lot, she feels as if they give her stable parameters to act within

[Autistic ppl please feel free to add on, allistics can totally rb but no clowning. b@kud3kus & endeavor/mitsuki/overhaul stans dni]

[quirkless-and-embarrassed]

Todoroki Shouto

I felt like doing a character meme!

Favorite thing about him:

Is it cheating to say everything? It is? Okay… I love how he’s painfully kind while also painfully bad with people. I love how he swore not to use his fire half, and he took that oath so seriously that he felt pulling Midoriya aside to apologize and explain (in depth) was necessary. I love that his hand trembled when he went to see his mom—especially that he was so afraid of being like Endeavor, he couldn’t bear to show his face to her for years in case she mistook him again. I love how he learns from his mistakes, whether it’s combat-related like blocking his field of vision against Stain or emotional like realizing how his spiteful focus on Endeavor has blinded him to the needs of people around him. I love how he doesn’t feel the need to posture and act like he has the answers: he can openly admit he doesn’t know and that he needs to reflect more to find the right path for him. I love how rude he is. I love how he unquestionably leapt to Midoriya and Iida’s aid in Hosu. I love his fight against Midoriya.

Least favorite thing about him:

Hmm…most of my problems are with Horikoshi, not Todoroki. I like that Todoroki’s reaction to Endeavor vs the nomu was complex, that he was afraid for Endeavor, cares about him, and is ambivalent about the idea of Endeavor’s “redemption,” but I wish his love for his dad had more of a foundation—from what Horikoshi shows us, I have no idea why he cares about Endeavor other than a vague, dissatisfying “he’s my dad” feeling. Why are Todoroki’s feelings more complicated than flawless loathing? What’s the basis for his ambivalent affection towards Endeavor? I wish I knew more.

Okay, for about Todoroki specifically in-universe…I guess I wish he would talk a little more. He seems like he struggles with finding a middle ground between saying nearly nothing and oversharing.

Favorite line:

That’s a nasty scar you got there *SLUUURP* and are you All Might’s lovechild. I also loved it when Todoroki glared dramatically at Endeavor and then failed hard at introducing himself to the kids.

…And I love the line where Bakugo stridently claims no, he will not tell stupid Deku his brand-new, top-secret hero name, and Todoroki cluelessly asks, “Could you tell me, then?”

BROTP:

Midoriya, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Iida—I think those relationships really speak for themselves <3

This fic made me love Todoroki and Kaminari, please give me Todoroki working on his sense of humor and he asks Kaminari for help, only to repeatedly and ignorantly roast Kaminari while attempting to learn.

Also, Asui and Todoroki are really underrated; I feel like they’d have understated but interesting chemistry. They’re both exceptionally blunt, and unlike some of the others, Asui is perceptive+grounded enough to notice how awkward and uncertain Todoroki is (instead of the coolest, handsomest boy in class image). I’d LOVE to see them talk about their siblings, since Asui is the oldest and she takes care of her mini frog siblings, and Todoroki is the baby of the family who’s trying to figure out his relationships with Fuyumi and Natsuo (and eventually, Dabi). Oh, and Asui has more respect for authority than Todoroki does, so also seeing them clash over that would be interesting.

Or! Maybe Todoroki finally, accidentally catches Hagakure in one of his area ice moves and feels really bad about it, so Hagakure teaches him to watch out for her by making a game out of sneaking up on him. She also exercises some teenage flirtation in his direction and he has no idea.

Or imagine Jirou trying to figure out if Todoroki has feelings for Momo and accidentally becoming friends as she susses him out and realizes he’s an irredeemable dork instead of ice prince badass. She’s appalled he doesn’t know much about music!

OTP Rarepairs:

Todoroki/everyone basically, so it’s more interesting to talk about my todo rarepairs than run of the mill ships. 

Todoroki/Shinsou is cute…they both enter class 1-a with the attitude “I’m not here to make friends” and get hit with a match versus Midoriya in the Sports Festival—oops! They both became heroes partly from antagonistic spite, to defy Endeavor / the stereotype of brainwashing, which throw long shadows over who they fear they could become, and despite being on the quiet side they’re both pretty dramatic. Idk much about Shinsou’s backstory, but he definitely has a bit of a depressed, wary aura about him together with his fiercely idealistic, “I will never be like that” attitude, a combination that would resonate with Todoroki.

Probably at first Shinsou would be pretty cold to Todoroki, since even after being accepted into class 1-a he’d have some lingering resentment for those who are naturally blessed and admission was a slam dunk, and, in an effort to prove himself against the quietest of the strongest students, he’d make it his mission to provoke+brainwash Todoroki. Despite himself, Shinsou gets attached as he tries to figure Todoroki out, and he realizes the sorts of obstacles this “naturally blessed, slam-dunk admission” student had to overcome to get here.

In short, I’m a sucker for it ok, brotp or otp i’m down, but also in this case the romantic element of seeing themselves in each other gets to me bad.

Second rarepair, Todoroki/Hawks—hear me out ok!! These two would have the funny elements of Hawks/Endeavor but without Endeavor’s grossness. Even after he makes pro, Todoroki admires Hawks as the number two hero whose playful, casual MO is radically different from his own, more solemn style, and Hawks delights in being obnoxious and pokes fun at the straightforward, a bit dense Todoroki every opportunity he gets. Todoroki recognizes Hawks’s playful demeanor and knows he’s joking, but…being a dork…he doesn’t know what to say, so he just responds with total seriousness. Hawks is perceptive enough to know Todoroki noticed the joke, and Hawks’s awareness of that transforms Todoroki’s awkwardness into a dry, deadpan sarcasm, and the two of them can actually, like…have banter.

Working with Hawks semi-regularly, Todoroki has to rise to the challenge of meeting Hawks’s quips with enough insight and empathy to intuit the bleaker truths behind Hawks’s facade as this guy who doesn’t want to work too hard. Todoroki grew up as Endeavor’s tool, Hawks grew up as the hero commission’s tool; Todoroki responded with defiance, Hawks responded with salty compliance; Todoroki prioritizes his personal moral compass over the law/government, Hawks prioritizes the government over both his moral compass and the law; and Todoroki admires All Might, whom Hawks professes not to be so fond of, while Hawks admires Endeavor, knows Dabi, and all the obvious issues that brings up—so I think these two have tons of common ground to build a rapport and also clash with each other in ways that would be interesting for their development. For example, Todoroki can tell Hawks it’s your power and encourage him to take hold of his own destiny instead of being used, and Hawks can help Todoroki work on the shortage of social acuity he inherited from Endeavor.

I love the brotp but the otp has such comedic potential fused with such tragic potential, like by taking hold of his fate Hawks makes some choices Todoroki can’t forgive, and by helping Todoroki learn to connect to people Hawks opens him up for a world of pain when things go south, I can’t resist.

NOTP:

As long as the execution is good, I’m good. A ship that I hate in one person’s hands, I might love in another’s.

Random headcanon:

Todoroki is the #1 cockblocker in Class A. Nobody kills romantic tension like Todoroki wandering in, oblivious to what he’s just interrupted.

Also, Fuyumi gave him The Talk.

Unpopular opinion:

Hmm…not sure how unpopular this is, but while Todoroki understands that Endeavor abused Rei, but I don’t think he understands that Endeavor abused him too. Clearly Todoroki understands that it was bad, but now he’s one of the best students in one of the best high schools in the country instead of on a psych ward (Rei) or in the ground (Touya), so he doesn’t realize just how bad it was. Sort of a, “I was strong enough to take it, so it wasn’t really bad, not like how he was to my mom.”

Also, I love tododeku and I love dadzawa, but I’m frustrated by the number of fanfics that portray Todoroki as meek and crushed under Endeavor’s boot, in need of rescue.

Okay, one last one, because I’m not sure how unpopular any of these actually are. I think Todoroki is actually pretty anxious to fit in with his peers? Like he seems pretty aloof and doing his own thing, but I think it’s more due to uncertainty over what to do than because he’s that naturally withdrawn.

Song I associate with him:

Unbreakable by Miracle, Ember by Katherine McNamara, and Brave by Riley Pearce come to mind.

Favorite picture of him:

OKAY HERE ARE A FEW

VS Midoriya – Todoorki’s whole awakening, self-actualization sequence is beautifully, beautifully animated. I love the flashes to black and white and the graceful, profound arc of Todoroki raising his left hand.

Ch43 – His haunted expression when he extinguishes his fire, forfeiting to Bakugo.

Ch63 – He looks so sweetly earnest when he realizes he screwed up by disregarding Yaoyorozu’s opinion, and he immediately takes action to fix it.

Ch112 – His badass expression when he and Inasa wordlessly team up.

Ch164 – His sour, cross expression when Endeavor embarrasses him.

I had to make some painful choices on which scenes to leave out, but I think five is enough.

I’ve also done these questions for Bakugo, Uraraka, Endeavor, Amajiki, Sir Nighteye, and Shinsou!

[flourchildwrites]

Exposure

When the camera flashes at Plus Ultra cover shoots, chances are that star photographer Shouto Todoroki is behind it. Though he has worked with many models, none are as captivating as Momo Yaoyorozu, the person rumored to be his muse. Time and time again, their career paths have crossed; industry insiders whisper that there is more between Shouto and Momo than a camera lens. When a difficult photo shoot leaves Shouto drained, he lets one of his many secrets slip. In the aftermath, who knows what truths may come to light.

For @ionica01

Art Commission by @asyaswallow

Fandom:  Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationship/Pairing:  Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

Characters:   Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Denki Kaminari, Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Mei Hatsume

Genre:  Alternate Universe - Photographers and Models

Rating:  Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count:  2,787 words

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If there’s one thing Shouto Todoroki is passionate about, it is the light.

Denki Kaminari, Plus Ultra magazine’s long-suffering photography assistant, busies himself about the set, fiddling with diffusers and reflectors.  With a light meter glued to the palm of his hand, he executes the concept detailed by their team’s advance planning, double and triple-checking each line item — a luxurious settee, soft light, upbeat mood music.

Everything is perfect.  Too perfect. 

Kaminari turns to find Midnight, the photo shoot’s hard-edged creative director, nursing her third cup of coffee.  Despite the caffeine, she is unmoved by the synthesized pop music blasting through the speakers, and Denki is certain she is second-guessing every last detail. 

“Just great,” she huffs.  “Makeup is running long, and Todoroki is late.”

He shrugs the padded shoulders of his silver-studded leather jacket, gazing at the space opposite the light-drenched set.  Beyond the racks of colorful clothing Hagakure mulls through, he can hear laughter.  One voice is bright and clear as a bell, and the other is husky but heavenly.

The doors of the studio creep open to reveal a mop of white and scarlet hair shoved into a slouchy beanie.  Balancing his camera bag on his shoulder, Shouto softly closes the studio door.  His entrance is, as always, unassuming, but when a pair of mismatched eyes glance upward, worry lines betray his discontent.  The subtle folds exaggerate Todoroki’s red scar, unusually flat but discolored by yellow and peach tones that create the illusion of texture.

“Where is she?” he asks, without pleasantries or preamble.

Kaminari doesn’t have to ask who Todoroki is referring to.  The rumor mill is convinced that lighting isn’t the only thing the photographer is passionate about.

“Still in makeup,” Midnight responds.  “Jirou is an artist.  Apparently, we shouldn’t rush her.”

Shouto seems to breathe a sigh of relief and fixes his co-workers with a stern expression.  He has plenty of those to spare, and they always equal more work.

“Good.  I just read the transcript for the One-For-All feature, and I think we need to go in another direction with this shoot. There’s too much light in here. It doesn't suit the serious turn Hatsume’s piece took.”

“Thank the Gods! Someone said it,” Midnight exclaims, already changing the music. She is only too happy to beckon Hagakure over, hurriedly subbing jewel-toned businesswear for oversized sweaters.  

As he calls off the extra soft light umbrellas, Kaminari marvels that in five years of working together, this is the first time there’s ever been ‘too much light.’  

He could laugh.  Or cry.  Possibly both.

But for Momo Yaoyorozu, Shouto has been known to bend all the rules.

…

[Excerpt of Mei Hatsume’s interview with Momo Yaoyorozu]

MH:  Mei Hatsume reporting for Plus Ultra Magazine.  Your source for all things fashion, lifestyle and fitness!  Today, I’m with model turned industry activist Momo Yaoyorozu to talk about the One-For-All foundation!  Can you tell us a little bit about what One-For-All means to you?

MY:  Yes, of course, Mei. I’m so happy to be here. I’ve been modeling since I was 16, but when I turned 20, two big things happened in my life.

MH:  That was the year renowned fitness model All Might went public with his Crohn’s disease diagnosis. Wasn’t it?

MY:  Yes, and it was All Might’s retirement speech that inspired me to take a hard look at the demands modeling was taking on my body.  I really wanted to keep smiling like he said, but I found it hard to do that when my agency was pressuring me to maintain my thigh gap.  Some people can achieve that look without resorting to extreme measures; however, I learned that I was not one of them.  Still, I wanted to keep modeling if only to prove that health and beauty come in all shapes, colors, sizes and levels of ability.

MH:  So, you broke away from your agency, went independent and started the One-For-All foundation with a small group of like-minded professionals?

MY:  You make it sound so easy!  But yes.  With All Might’s support, a few independent models and I got together and did a promotional photo shoot for Instagram.  Those models — Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tensei Iida and Shino Sosaki — were instrumental in One-For-All’s early success.  And, of course, Shouto Todoroki.  We wouldn’t have gotten far without him on that promotional shoot.

MH:  So, you’ve been working with Todoroki for a long time?

MY:  Yes, and it’s relationships like these that first secured One-For-All’s footholds in the modeling industry.  Our outreach and mentorship programs encourage struggling models to come forward, and we encourage corporations to consider diversity in their casting.  Industry allies, like Todoroki, are vital in our endeavors.

MH:  So, it’s strictly platonic between you two then?  Some say that you’re his muse.

MY:  We have a healthy, professional relationship.  But, getting back to One-For-All’s outreach programs…

…

By the time Midnight and Todoroki are done with the set, it exudes a different aura.  Gone is the lux settee, replaced by a simple stool set against a black paper backdrop.  Shouto decides to use hard light for the shoot — a gutsy decision that suits Yaoyorozu’s cause.  The ghost of a smile flits across his lips when he sees her fresh from hair, makeup and wardrobe.

She does not look like a primped and polished piece of candy, nor a rich girl standing in the expensive shoes her parents purchased.

Momo Yaoyorozu has come into her own.

Sharp contours accentuate her perfect bone structure offset by an oversized sweater and a pair of leggings with ‘#DETERMINED’ written in white letters down the side of her left leg.  But Shouto’s favorite part of the ensemble is Momo’s no-nonsense boots.  The silver lace hooks subtly catch the light as she strides toward him.  Thick, low-heeled soles sound against the ground, punctuating her footfalls.

He swallows thickly.

Hatsume had called Momo his muse; this is closer to the truth than Shouto is willing to admit, even to himself.

“Woah,” Momo says brightly. “This looks so serious.  Are you sure I can pull this off?”

Words spring from Todoroki’s mouth before he can catch them.

“You deserve to be taken seriously.  One-For-All, I mean.  It deserves the spotlight, no frills or clutter.”

Momo takes her place on set and poses, shifting to meet Shouto’s demands as he issues them.  She doesn’t mind the commanding note in his voice and never shies away when he doesn’t automatically praise her.  After everything they have been through together, Shouto hopes she knows her worth.

“Stay with me, Momo,” Shouto says, and at the unexpected sound of her first name, she looks surprised.  Her sweater slips from her shoulder as Momo’s dark eyes flash, siphoning a piece of Shouto’s soul on to the film.

The flutter of the lens is the loudest sound in the room, and over it, Shouto can hear his pulse racing.  He doesn’t know how Momo does this to him, time and time again, but he knows that when he looks at her the rest of the world melts away.

In the future, Shouto decides to try harder to keep things, as Hatsume had said, ‘strictly platonic,’ but just this once (and always once more) he’ll let his admiration slip through the cracks of his professional veneer.

“You’re amazing, Momo.”

He tells himself that he only says it because it’s true.

…

The pictures are stunning.  Even Shouto’s mother, a former model, calls to fawn over his work.  But this success is quickly brushed aside.  By the lunchtime rolls around, it’s just another Tuesday at Plus Ultra’s headquarters, and a heated photo shoot featuring the most explosive mixed martial artist in Japan has left Todoroki feeling drained.

He’s never heard the word ‘bastard’ so much in his life.  Considering the man who raised him, Shouto thinks this is something noteworthy.  As a small distraction, he opens a folder on his laptop and scrolls through the pictures.  Each image brings a small smile to his face

Todoroki receives an email.  Momo Yaoyorozu’s name catches his eye.  For this reason alone, he closes the folder and scans the friendly message.

She thanks him (because, of course, she does) and credits the captivating black and white images to his insightful talent rather than her ethereal beauty.  A small favor, she asks, in furtherance of One-For-All’s objectives.  Momo wants to post the un-photoshopped images on her Instagram —  just to prove to fans that she isn’t as perfect as Shouto knows she is.

He shouldn’t grant her this request so easily, but Todoroki is too smitten to deny her.  Instead of asking permission, he resolves to smooth everything over with the legal department later (preferably at the same time they discuss Katsuki Bakugo’s temper).  He drafts a polite response and clicks on recent places.  Shouto highlights the last few folders and selects them thoughtlessly, trusting that the last work-related pictures he viewed were from Momo’s photo shoot.

Todoroki is rather taken with the one where he caught her off guard, the bare skin of her left shoulder exposed in the harsh light.  And all because he used her first name.

Still consumed by the reverie, he presses send and shuts his laptop, preparing to leave the break room.  Shouto is halfway down the hall when he realizes his mistake.

His email notification sounds, confirming she’s seen it.

“Shit!”

…

The Momo Yaoyorozu plastered across Plus Ultra’s cover isn’t the one who tumbles out of bed that morning.  Her hair is hopelessly mussed, and traces of yesterday’s mascara darken the crescent-shaped area underneath her eyes.  She keeps her phone on airplane mode while completing her daily weightlifting regime and runs an extra lap to calm her nerves. There’s a courtesy copy of the magazine sitting in the mailbox of her posh penthouse, but she descends the luxury highrise to buy one from the nearest street vendor for reasons she can’t explain.

Momo grabs the issue without looking at the cover and tells the vendor to keep the change.  She scurries back to her penthouse and rides the elevator up as nervousness coils inside her belly.  Seated on her gray sectional, surrounded by books and the aroma of tea, she finally switches her phone off airplane mode and removes the magazine from its paper sleeve.

Notifications come streaming in as she stares at her own likeness.  The #DETERMINED down the side of her leggings echoes everything the straightforward headline implies:  Yaomomo Rising.

Her first call is to her best friend, Kyoka Jirou, who tells her that the overall feedback is positive.  She and One-For-All are trending across several social media platforms.  Her second call would be to Shouto Todoroki, but Momo changes her mind and decides to email him instead.

Their relationship was once clearly defined.  Now, after his help kick-starting One-For-All and countless shoots, the lines are blurred.

Todoroki’s reply is quick, helpful and courteous.  The third attachment…  Well, that’s unexpected.  

Momo writes a response, biting her bottom lip as she types.

Cute.  I didn’t know you were into cats.

…

When the front desk buzzes to let Momo know Shouto Todoroki is downstairs, she’s perplexed, to say the least.  Nevertheless, she finds herself shoving stray books behind decorative pillows and throwing a blanket over her sectional to hide a stain.  By the time he knocks on her door, there’s an elegant splay of couture fashion magazines on the coffee table and a small library’s worth of literature hidden in her couch cushions.  A few dirty tea mugs sit idly in her kitchen sink.

“Todoroki!” she greets, uncomfortably aware that he hasn’t seen her without full hair, makeup and wardrobe assistance in quite some time. “Come in.  To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He gets right to the point, barely waiting for Momo to close the door.

“I sent you the wrong folder,” he says. “That last one was private, and I apologize if it made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Momo crosses her lavish entryway and takes a seat on her sectional, motioning for her guest to join her. “Though I will admit, you have a lot of cat photos — over 200.  Did you take some of them yourself?”

The levity in Momo’s voice is genuine; she hopes he can tell her question is good-natured.  Shouto follows her, and Momo won’t deny that the space between them, though reasonable, simmers with something that isn’t ‘strictly platonic.’

Does she dare act on these feelings or bury them like her books?

“Yeah.  I started taking pictures of my pet cat, Coco when I was a kid.  My father wanted me to be a model, but I was more interested in photography.  Mom took me to all her shoots and told father I was watching her work.  Actually, I was annoying the hell out of her photographer friends and practicing photography with Coco.  The photos I took seemed to make her happy.”

Shouto smiles at the memory.  Momo wants to comfort him, to match the vulnerability he’s shown.  Instead, she patiently listens, absentmindedly inching closer.

Momo’s heart swells as he touches the edges of his scar.

“After my accident, mom went away for treatment, but I kept taking photos and sending them to her.  We still keep it up. That’s not too weird, is it?  It sounds strange, I know, but like, if you could just not tell anyone I have 263 cat photos, I’d really appreciate it.”

Momo nods her head and finds herself brave.

“No, I won’t tell, and uh… I collect nesting dolls,” she admits, apropos of nothing. “If it helps to know something about me.”

“Nesting dolls?” Shouto asks.  He wears a mischievous smile, glancing around her penthouse. “Of all the things you could collect, why nesting dolls? Doesn’t feel like your aesthetic.”

And there it is again, that heavy feeling on her chest.  A voice hisses in her ear saying that she’ll let everyone down.

“My aesthetic,” Momo wonders aloud.  She falls back against the sectional.

“Sometimes, I’m afraid that I don’t have one. I’m just this blank canvas for other people to dress and paint.  I wonder what shows up in the photographs.  Is it me or some fiction?  And if people could see the real me, the one at the very center of all those layers, would they still like me — RBF and all?”

“Bakugo has resting bitch face,” Shouto scoffs.  “You do not.”

“Yes, I do!  When I don’t force myself to smile, I look pissed off.”

To make her point, Momo forces her lips to settle in a thin line, but her eyebrows keep their approachable arch.  She glances sideways at Todoroki just to make a point that’s lost to the friction of the moment.

“See?”

The model giggles infectiously.  She can’t even convince herself.

But instead of laughing in turn, Shouto’s grin turns serious.  Momo might be imagining things, but the look he gives her sends her pulse into overdrive.  His mismatched eyes are mesmerizing, and Momo is bewitched by his tenderness.

“I see someone who could have fit in but chose to stand out.  The rest of it — the clothes and makeup — is window dressing.  But you, Momo, you’re magic hour.  You make everything around you beautiful.”

The sun sits low on the horizon.  Its effulgent rays stream through the tall windows and paint her bland walls in vibrant shades of ruby-red and orange.  But Momo doesn’t care about the spectacular view.  Her eyes are locked with Shouto’s in the hopes that he will close the gap once and for all, taking them from colleagues to friends to something else.

Something more. 

Tentatively, he brushes a loose strand of raven hair behind her ear.  It’s something he’s done a million times during shoots, but in the privacy of her home, it’s different, the space between them charged by an electric resonance.  Momo leans into the contact and reaches out to caress his face.

And when he finally embraces her, they melt.  Their first kiss starts slow and pleasant, a quiet comfort.  But soon, Momo’s fingers find purchase in silky strands of white and scarlet as his hands slide possessively around her waist.  Shouto’s lips press into the curve of her neck, and Momo is utterly taken, her senses stolen by the unexpected softness of Shouto Todoroki.

There’s a part of Momo that believes she should have seen this coming, from the moment she first set eyes on Shouto when they were both green in the industry’s callous grasp.  But she discards the theory, allowing their bodies to speak in a language that needs no translation.  Neither early nor late, Momo decides that she discovered their quirky bond, precisely when she was ready to see it.

A/N:  Hi, Lo. *waves enthusiastically* I really hope you like your gift for the fic exchange! It was such a pleasure to write for you, and I got carried away and got some art. Special thanks to @ruikosakuragi for the beta. She, like her writing, is the best.  As always, I really appreciate your kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes and reblogs. Y'all give me life. Also, don't be a stranger and check out my tumblr.

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BNHA Non/Disney Theme Songs

(This is my personal opinion about the characters and their songs because some others used are overrated)

Yuuga Aoyama - Shiny (Moana), just cause he Cannot Stop Twinkling!!! ☆ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧★~(◡ω◕✿)

Mina Ashido - On My Way (Brother Bear), this song is really happy and upbeat for an upbeat girl. I can't help but see her singing this with Bakugou just growling at her to shut up (One of Best Girls indeed)

Tsuyu Asui - Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride (Lilo and Stitch), I just like to imagine Tsu taking every opportunity to go to the beach just for the water (One of my favourite Best Girls)

Tenya Iida - He Lives In You (The Lion King 2), God damn it, poor Tensei!!! I just always feel so bad for these two brothers whenever I watch Season 2!

Ochako Uraraka - Almost There (Princess and The Frog), This girl is so selfless and she practically works her ass off for her goal, I love her so much! (A great Best Girl is what she is)

Mashirao Ojirou - Go The Distance (Hercules), I can see this from a certain angle if he was given some more screen time but it just fits in his case despite being so underrated.

Denki Kaminari - I'm Still Here (Treasure Planet) MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY! I LOVE HIM!!! Because of how some people look down on him (looking at you, Jirou), I believe that he will have his moment to shine soon and I will be so proud of him. My child deserves more praise than he gets. He Best Boi!!!

Eijirou Kirishima - Make A Man Out of You (Mulan), isn't it obvious? Kiri is just so manly and chivalrous, his dedication to saving Bakugou earns him this song

Koji Koda - Barking At The Moon (Bolt), this song really gives me a lot of animal vibes and I thought that it would really suit Koda. It's pure and adorable like himself

Rikido Satou - Be Our Guest (Beauty and The Beast), as a character, we don't know much about him other than the fact that he likes to bake and might be a little self conscious considering that he wasn't expecting to be the winner of the best dorm room competition (And for all the girls to unanimously agree). This was the only song that I felt like would suit him.

Mezo Shouji - Immortals (Big Hero 6), I just picture Shouji going over a training montage with this theme. Other than that, it's a cool song for a cool (and moral) guy with a cool quirk. He is definitely one of my Best Bois but it sucks to see how underrated he is.

Kyoka Jirou - Real Gone (Cars), in all honesty, Jirou is my least favourite character in all of BNHA (I like Mineta more than her and that's saying something) so she was the hardest one for me to decide on a song. But after listening to this song, I just felt the punk rock vibes that definitely go with Jirou so this was my option.

Hanta Sero - Try Everything (Zootopia), ever since the Sports Festival, I always notice how other characters are trying their hardest to improve and Sero is one of those people. He's not just some comedic relief character and I feel like his moment to shine will come soon. This song just really suits his nature in my opinion.

Fumikage Tokoyami - Friends On The Other Side (The Princess and The Frog), Need I explain more? This dark goth just screams friends with the monster under his bed.

Shoto Todoroki - Out There (Hunchback Of Notre Dame), after realising that it was his quirk, Shoto has been showing his attempts to socialise and trying to use his left side for himself and we've all been there at some point in our lives. What can we do other than relate to him? Love him. Just love this pure and socially awkward boi. He deserves more appreciation for that.

Tooru Hagakure - When Will My Life Begin, Reprise (Tangled), she's so upbeat and bubbly and the joy in this song expresses so much of her lively personality as she works to become a hero (another one of my favourite Best Girls)

Katsuki Bakugou - You Can't Take Me (Spirit, Stallion Of The Cimarron), Bruh, this motherfucker is a stubborn mule when it comes to cooperation. They couldn't chain him down at the Sports Festival so what made the League think that they could change his morals by kidnapping him? Bakugou's a real softie at heart and he loves his class and squad very much, he's just to prideful to show it

Izuku Midoriya - Zero To Hero (Hercules), it's in the title. After meeting All Might, this boy has done nothing but improve at a steady and realistic pace. Who wouldn't be proud of him and his driven goals?

Minoru Mineta - One Little Slip (Chicken Little), trust me, I don't like Mineta as much as the next person but if Horikoshi actually put some effort into his character, he'd be a decent guy. So this song was the one to pop in my mind for some on who's *shudders* trying to be cool...

Momo Yaoyorozu - I Am Moana (Moana), like this moment in the movie, Momo was able to find the confidence to push her to pass the final exam for her and Todoroki. She's so sweet and pure and we must all protect her. (My final Best Girl)

Shouta Aizawa - One Last Hope (Hercules), this man really loves his kids deep down but man, has he pushed them to their limits. He's definitely the best teacher a school could have cause he's so unbiased and takes no shit from his kids, that moment when he immediately jumped to fight at the USJ was what made the whole fandom unanimously love him

All Might - You're Welcome (Moana), this man... This secret father... I love him. I can just see him bursting into singing this song specifically whenever he's being interviewed and asked about his quirk which gets the press off his back for the moment. Best Dad. 11/10

Hitoshi Shinsou - Jack's Lament (The Nightmare Before Christmas), this poor boy deserves more love than he gets. His quirk is so cool and he is a great, compelling character cause he's the pure representation of all of us longing for our goals even after people put us down (sit down, Midoriya, you're in the Hero Course). Kaminari is right, he will be a great hero someday.

I love these Disney songs so much that I made a playlist on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/pqaanr2qpi9sq9rhcrz1f7b13/playlist/4B3wn8FAA7rJz720H7XUAc?si=tkQMMWEXTdaqJ27kLreiGg

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STOP TREATING HER LIKE A TOOLBOX DJFLSDKJF !!!!!!

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Top 5 Favorite Female MHA characters

Number 5

Nejire Hadou

She is definitely one of my favorite female characters, all though she is quite new to me, i always adored her quirk. I loved her appearance in the manga and I’m looking forward to seeing her kick ass in the new season! I really like her design, especially her eyes. Her quirk is really cool and would definitely be in my top 5 if i could choose my own quirk. I have a small headcannon which is probably cannon actually but it’s not confirmed yet, I think that due to Nejire’s outgoing and bubbly personality as well as her good looks and strong quirk made her very popular among the boys and heroes alike! She was during her first and second year ahead of mirio and tamaki but they soon caught up with her making them the big three. I really hope to see more of her but let’s move on to

Number 4

Ibara Shiozaki

What can i say except i love her, when i was still an anime only i liked seeing her already, I thought she was pretty and her quirk looked really strong and useful! She appeared to be kind and gentle, unlike monoma she wasn’t vengeful towards 1A and had a true ideology a hero should have. No wonder kaminari would like to ask her out! But when she absolutely destroyed kaminari in their battle i knew that i found love.

I would say, but that’s not completely true. I liked her character but I appreciated her when i met @thatawkwardotaku. Now bare with me here, we did a roleplay. I like doing those because I practice my english and i get more in character with the characters i play, and i also get ideas for stories! I tried out ibara for the first time when i met her. I had a really fun time doing the roleplay and mailla even said i was good at Roleplaying her. So that day i was just “IM SOLD” and loved her, she did go down a few ranks but i hold her close in my heart

Number 3

Itsuka Kendo

Okay so, before you continue reading. Look at her, look at her eyes. Look at her ponytail. Are you finished looking at her? Good, so why has everyone been sleeping on kendo instead of sleeping on their bed? Look at the grace, the strength, the beauty, the tomboy. It is Itsuka Kendo! I really like her personality, I would say that her personality matches with mine a bit because well, all my friends are complete idiots and i am quick to take on a motherly role when I’m near them. I love those idiots. Kendo is the big sis of 1B and arguably has more idiots to deal with and i love her. She’s a friend everyone deserves to have

Back to her design! I love the tomboy aesthetic, she’s energetic and not a pretty girl. She’s beauty but also a tough tomboy, she actually has my favorite hero costume. I love the qipao and when I designed my own character i gave her a qipao as well. I’ll soon show her and the art people drew for my oc!

Number 2

Melissa Shield

This was a really close call, Itsuka kendo or Melissa Shield. I know that she was only in the movie and I’d be lucky if we would ever get to hear her name again but shut up i can dream. Melissa is a foreigner in the world of mha, usually when i talk to my friends I’m the foreigner, i also look quite a lot like her (i wish i was as pretty as her) but personality wise I really like her. Ever since i started watching mha i loved thinking about making characters their strongest possible self. Whether this be through support items or through gaining an extra quirk or quirk evolution. This is how i started getting into support items. I studied a lot of support items and I absolutely loved seeing the costume upgrades and i could only imagine what i would do! I like her kind and caring nature, all though a bit oblivious and maybe a bit overly kind i can relate to her nerdy and geeky side. But overall she’s another reason to show that anyone can be a hero

Headcannon time

bigger headcannon, during the My Hero Academia two heroes movie we never got to see Melissa’s mother. She only made one appearance on the pictures Melissa has in her work shop, when Melissa was born and on her wedding with dave. Not on anything else. We didn’t see her on the Halloween one with her father. It was constantly either all might or dave, so I think that after Melissa was born she died, usually mother’s stay to raise their child. And i think it’s safe to assume that dave is quite rich I don’t think she’d be working abroad. And i would expect to see at least one picture of her for her daughter to remember her by. Imagine her living a life with deku’s father, the i hate being there for the majority of my kids life so that the parental figure can be replaced by all might club. But countering my own theory, she wasn’t mentioned or used as a motivation. Melissa might have said something like “Dad what would mom think if she saw you now!” Aside from that Melissa appeared to be a happy and lucky child but maybe she was too young to grasp the concept of death.

Honorable Mentions

Kyoka Jirou

Fun fact, i love music. I love singing and trying out new instruments. So I really liked jirous character. Cool and music loving, funny and sarcastic and a bit of a prankster. Even though she was never a main main character she did play some crucial roles in character development of characters. Like saving kaminari during the USJ attack, helping Koda with his fear of bugs. She was one of the main reasons eri smiled again and she truly helped momo out of her shell! There more to her then just her cold persona and small chest.

Mei Hatsume

Back to my love for support, I really like this insane, crazy scientist. She’s amazing just amazing. I also relate to her crazy and weird side because i am a little weird. When I’m around my friends i can drop some weird ass shit in the conversation randomly, but if i do that you can expect that I really took a liking into you!

I love this noodle hair and you can expect seeing her in the future again becoming one of midoriya&co most important allies.

Number 1

Momo Yaoyorozu

Holy moly, an actual 1A character that’s important to the story and not some side character from 1B? Yes i know this may sound impossible but yes. I can actually like main characters that are important to the story!

Momo, my angel i came a long way with you. Ever since i started watching MHA i liked her character, she was so kind and caring on the inside. She appeared so cold and like many other cold rich know it all characters. Yet she wasn’t, she was a true friend that loves helping out others. A hero when she wasn’t in her costume and a hero in her costume.

She’s constantly worrying about others, as well as helping them succeed. With her on your team you almost have an assured win. Her intelligence and versatile quirk will always get you out of a tight spot. I really, really hope her character gets the justice it deserves

Thank you for listening to this stupid rant post thing!