#seroroki week

[a-stars-art-blog]

Can’t exactly partake in SeroRoki week so here’s some doodles I managed to get out last night <3

[peterokii]

[mha-events-by-kav]

Valentine's Prompt Week!

hail and well met!

voting is open for two more weeks!

vote on your favorite prompts! join the discord server! it'll be so fun i promise!!

[queenangst]

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.

Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK

Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.

Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.

Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.

Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort

Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.

FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.

Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida

Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending

DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 4 excerpt — seroroki first kiss read full story here

“When did you start smoking?” 

“Smokin’ what?” Sero’s native accent bleeds into the night fog of his exhale.

“Whatever you’re smoking right now.”

Sero laughs, and it’s rough in all the best ways — raspy, deep, loud enough to bounce off the moon back into Shouto’s lungs.

“It’s just a cigarette, Shou. Started when I was, fuck, thirteen, I think?”

‘Oh, that’s quite — ’, “Young.”

It makes sense, in a way. Sero holds the cigarette with a lazy respect Shouto has only seen his eldest brother uphold. Sero’s voice, upped with the hormones of a teenage boy, scratches on the same words Shouto’s own would hold steady. Even the way Sero sits, in that same corner of his dorm balcony every night Shouto visits, speaks of years of habit. His lithe body folded like a discarded stall pretzel — propped, knobby knees to rest his bulky elbows, the back of his head laid back against his balcony door for easier exhale, leaving his stretched throat vulnerable to Shouto’s quite appalling fantasies. 

Shouta has never wanted someone so badly.

“Yeah, well,” Hanta continues, “Not much else to do in my house.”

Shouto remembers.

[ 11 months ago, April — Second Week of U.A., First Year

The door slams shut, and Shouto is finally by himself. 

He's beyond thankful the school offers boarding to students who cannot — or simply do not wish to — commute from home. The room U.A. assigned him is smaller than his own at the Todoroki estate but it’s his to do with what he pleases, away from the surveillance of his father and the suffocating silence of his older siblings.

He needs air, and with his own balcony, he doesn’t even have to leave his room to get it. 

To say Shouto is… nervous for his first year at U.A. is an understatement. He’d never been to school before, never spoken to so many strangers at once, and he wasn’t even the one talking the majority of the time. He understands the novelty of it all, though — the last son of the Number Two hero, and everyone is itching to ask, ‘What’s it like having such a great hero as a father?’

Well, everyone except his dorm neighbor, who’s apparently been too busy destroying his lungs the next balcony over.

“I think that’s definitely against school-rules.”

The boy startles from where he sits, sucks in a deep breath, and coughs so heavily that Shouto thinks the guy might die. He doesn’t. Instead, the boy’s cough subsides after a few long seconds and he takes a deep inhale before clearing his throat and looking up to meet Shouto’s curious gaze.

This is the moment Shouto thinks Sero Hanta has the largest pair of eyes he’s ever seen. Wide black irises framed by lashes so thick, Shouto wonders if the boy is wearing makeup.

Pale eyelids shut briefly before the boy coughs out a nervous laugh, “Fuck, uh… You gonna tell on me, or sumthn?”

Shouto thinks about it, or pretends to, and tilts his head to the side while his eyes roam over the relaxed form of the delinquent in question. Maybe it was the situation — someone finally asking him something that doesn’t revolve around his family —  or, maybe, it was the sleepy accent from a devil-may-care demeanor Shouto hasn’t really encountered before, “No. Provided you let me keep you company.”

This is the moment Shouto also realizes Sero Hanta has the biggest smile he’s ever seen.

Large, slightly crooked teeth glint under a night with no moon and Shouto doesn’t understand why his hands feel so sweaty — he usually has excellent quirk control.

“Yeah man, c’mon on over,” Shouto hops over the rails of both balconies and settles next to the boy, despite his sensitive nose twinging from the bitter smoke, “Couldn’t sleep?

Gulping whatever anxiety lingers in his throat, Shouto nods, “New environment.” 

“Yeah,” Sero snorts, “This is nothin’ like home.”

Shouto doesn’t want to talk about his home, “What is your home like?”

Sero takes a puff of his cigarette before his words come out thick with smoke, “Oof, gettin’ deep ‘n personal already. Y’know what they say about the midnight-hours.”

Shouto doesn’t, “What do they say?”

“Somethin’ ‘bout the stars loosenin’ the tongue.” 

Shouto rolls his tongue over his teeth, “My tongue is still firmly attached,” He doesn’t think the stars could have such a quirk. 

Sero laughs, and Shouto’s not really sure what he said that’s so funny but, Gods, does he wish he knew, because Sero’s lips are stretched wide over his teeth and the tip of his tongue is so pink, “Ah man, how I wish I was smokin’ somethin’ else,” At that, Shouto furrows his brows in confusion, and Sero waves his hand assuringly with the cigarette still lit between two fingers, “Nah, it’s, like, a ‘poetic’ way of saying how people are more likely to be — you know, vulnerable, at night.”

‘Ah, a metaphor,’ Shouto thinks, ‘Like when I bought Fuyumi-nee that sweater she was eyeing for weeks before her birthday and she said she was, ‘so happy, she could die.’ Thankfully, she did not die.’

Shouto nods, “I see… I was not allowed poetry.”

Sero hums, “Didn’t really have access to it, either. Schools were shit in my area.” 

To say Shouto was intrigued would be an understatement. Maybe he felt some kind of kinship with the smoking boy whose shoulder warms the right of his. Maybe he was desperate to hear someone else’s story rather than repeat the manicured version of his own for the dozenth time. Maybe he wondered if their stories could be more similar than either of them would think.

“Where are you from? You have an accent you cover up. Why?”

“Slow down, man,” Sero laughs and Shouto’s shoulders shake with it, “I’m not from the city. Some nowhere-village, you wouldn’t’ve heard of it,” Dark eyes twinkle with something that feels like a shared secret, “But yeah, I'll give you that. I’m tryin’ to, y’know, fit in ‘n whatnot.”

“I understand,” Shouto knows all too well about exclusion, “I… don’t think I fit in.” 

Sero smiles, “Well. Ya got a spot right here, in this lil’ smoker’s den of mine — ours, if you want it.”

And Shouto’s heart skips a long beat for the first time in his little life. ]

Shouto smiles at the memory. 

Over this past year, Sero’s balcony became his solace. A place to vent and scream and curse at the moon. A lighthouse to guide his shivering body out of the roaring oceans of hurt and anger that perpetually marinate in the slim meat of his bones. The warmest blanket of the softest kind of understanding Shouto’s ever known, a constant heat to battle the eternal ice that regularly threatens to freeze him from the inside out. Out of 240 nights, Shouto has spent over half of them hopping onto cold metal that does not belong to him, to sit next to a boy who invites him to belong instead.

Sero’s balcony is where Shouto fits. It is the only place where he can take the world off his shoulders, and be the sixteen-year-old boy he would have been, had he been born under a different God. 

It is where Shouto made his first friend. (It will be where Shouto will have his first kiss.)

Because here, under the cloak of quiet galaxies and fading smoke, Shouto is a sixteen-year-old boy with a nearly ten-month-long crush on the person who was kind enough to coax him into their small, star-speckled haven, and offer it as his own.

The secret of Shouto’s affections weighs heavier every day. Touya’s words rattle in his head, ‘maybe you should just — I dunno, tell him that.’ But how? It is often said that Shouto is brave, but in the same breath, Shouto would argue that he has spent the majority of his life alone, with nothing to lose, and he believes bravery without sacrifice shallows itself down to the same arrogance his father suffers from.

With everything that’s happened recently with Touya, with his father under arrest, it doesn’t make sense how, at this moment, the only thing on Shouto’s mind is the way Sero Hanta’s lips wrap over that cancer stick, and how much Shouto wants to lean in and take its place, grab that pointed chin between his own chilly fingers and plead, ‘breathe me in, instead.’  

However, losing the peace Sero offers him to a silly moment of desire is not something Shouto thinks he is ready for.

Shouto looks away to mentally shake off his thoughts, and lands on the first thing he sees — a familiar, worn cigarette pack with a unique design oddly felicitous to Sero, “The box is pretty.” 

‘It fits you.’

Rogue blue waves rising up to meet a dark sky with an overly bright and full moon. Shouto likens the design to finding serenity in the reality of mother nature's chaos. 

Sero takes the box and thumbs over the design absent-mindedly, “Yeah, it used to be the only brand I smoked, really. A bit of a nuisance, though, fuckin’ hard to find — one of those, if you know you know.” He flips the box open, “It’s kinda dumb, but I usually just put the ciggs I buy now in this pack ‘n throw away the original box.”

“Did it taste better than others?” Shouto thinks it must have, to be Sero’s favorite. 

“Huh, well, not really. ‘S more like, sentimental value, I guess,” Sero’s laugh rings like rusted, broken bells, “All of ‘em taste the same, really, one way or another. Some’re just extra, y’know, harsh on the throat.” 

Shouto thinks that judging by the smell alone, smoking still doesn’t sound very pleasant, “I’ve heard it tastes bad. It smells… strong.” 

The shrug of Sero’s shoulder bumps his own in a blissful moment of contact, “Ya get used to it.”

Now, Shouto knows his face tends to be quite expressive — for someone who wasn’t allowed to express much growing up — and so, when Sero looks at him and ticks the corner of his lip in a way Shouto has only ever seen a handful of times when Sero would talk about the more cheeky experiences of his life, he knows he’s been caught. “Why? You wanna try?”

“I don’t know,” He really doesn’t know but the lowered lid of Sero’s large eyes makes Shouto want to try anything, just to keep that dark gaze on him for a few seconds longer.

Sero lays the cigarette box down and scoots closer. The left side of Shouto’s face fills with blood and the heat makes him woozy. 

‘Is this what it’s like to feel drunk?’

Shouto can’t really think about yet another teen experience he fears missing out on because there are cool, slender fingers grasping his chin the same way Shouto daydreamed about minutes ago. 

Sero briefly turns his head away to take a long drag of his cigarette before facing Shouto again, his whispering mouth barely a centimeter from his own, “C’mere.”

And Shouto listens, leans, lets his body loosen to the calloused thumb pulling at his bottom lip, and opens his mouth. As if on autopilot, at the sound of Sero’s exhale and the reality of being this close to a boy Shouto has spent countless, dreamless nights with — Shouto inhales.

Something rushes to his brain. The smoked tar itches his throat but Shouto was born with the breath of fire. When he exhales, there is a tightness in his chest but Shouto knows it is not the nicotine that affects him so, but the boy whose bottom lip grazes his own and lingers in the lightest caress of a question Shouto has known the answer to for months.

All it takes is the tip of Sero’s strong nose nuzzling the side of his own for Shouto to throw all his cautions to the windless night, lean in, and press.

Sero’s soft kiss is everything he imagined it would be, and more.

read full story here

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[dynachan]

Figured I'd make one of these pinned posts

Dynachan's My Hero Academia blog!

Hey, you can call me dynachan or just Jen. I post my edits, MHA day of the week gifs, some theories here and there or info dumping. This is mainly a MHA blog, but I reblog other fandom stuff too. I am NOT spoiler free!

I like to do day of week gifs and Galaxy edits when I can. If you have any requests ask! I'll see if I can make it happen.

Some other stuff you may see on this blog!

Here's some other things you'll most likely see on this blog! For instance...

I am a multi shipper btw!

Ships that I love/like:

🩷 BKDK

(this kinda is a bkdk blog so)

🩷TogaChako 🩵KiriBaku 🩷SatoSugu 🩷ItaFushi

🩵TDBK 🩵 TDDK 🩷NaruSasu 🩵SeroRoki

🩷YonaHak 🩷ZoSan 🩵RodyDeku🩷EraserMic

🩷DabiHawks 🩵ShiggyDabi 🩷KiriMina 🩷KamiJiro

🩷KiriKami 🩷Soukoku 🩷TodoIida 🩵SparkNotes

🩵Shin Soukoku

Other fandoms/things I like:

Attack on Titan, Pokemon (Primarily Eeveelutions), Jujutsu Kaisen, Natuto, One Piece, Final Fantasy, Skyrim, Resident Evil, Jerma, Vinesauce (Joel & Vinny), Doctor Who, Bungo Stray Dogs, Yona of the Dawn, Steven Universe, Berserk, Miraculous Ladybug, Trigun, Sword Art Online, Legend of Zelda, ATLA, Warrior Cats, Doctor Who, Mob psycho 100, Astronomy/Galaxy stuff, stardew valley, wind breaker, sonic the hedgehog

Kinnies:

Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Touya Todoroki (Dabi), Zuko (atla), Toph (atla), Kushina Uzumaki, Edward Elric, Kyo Sohma, Adrien Agreste, Amethyst, Taiga Aisaka, Rainbowdash, Gaara, Obito Uchiha, Sakura Haruka, Cloud Strife, Nicolas D. Wolfwood, Megumi Fushiguro

I love talking to people about mha and other interests! I'm good with asks and dms! I'm not as scary as I seem I promise.

PLEASE be respectful of me and others who interact with this blog. Practice fandom etiquette. I won't tolerate unessisary hate. I shut that bullcrap down immediately.

Fun facts about me?:

Hey I'm dynachan or Jen. I've been in fandom spaces for like... I dunno since I was 10. 2008? So a long ass time.

I'm autistic/ADHD so I like yapping about my hyper fixations/special interests. That's for damn sure.

Queer friendly acct! I'm queer myself!

Neat personal fact: I have Synesthesia! Specifically chromesthesia.

I draw. Sometimes. God knows when I'll post art tho.

I am in other fandoms as listed above but this is mostly a mha acct. I got into mha casually around like 2018 ish? Off and on. And around 2020 I really got into it and then I started participating in fandom stuff alot more around 2022ish.

Came up with the username bc obviously bakugo. I thought about dynamight and kacchan then I just combined the two.

[catgrandpa]

A fic where most of the bakusquad is dating most of the dekusquad (I’m thinking kirimido, seroroki, minaocha, and kamiida) and bakugou is just horrified by this turn of events.

He walks into the squad hangout night (which he would never admit to looking foreword to) and sees everyone cuddled up to their partners and just looks around the room, disgusted beyond belief. He points a glare at Mina specifically because of how many times he has had to listen to her over dramatic spiel about how Squad Nights are absolutely sacred and not to be messed with. She just stares up at him from her spot on her girlfriends lap and shrugs unapologetically.

Tsuyu (known lesbian) looks up at Bakugou (known gay) from her seat and then around the room at all the couples who happen to be taking up every available surface to sit.

“Welp, kero, looks like we don’t have a choice! Come on and sit in momma’s lap, snookums.” She says with her trademark straight face and blunt tone, and shifts her legs open slightly while patting her lap invitingly.

The weeks worth of detention is worth blowing up the sofa she’s sitting on, for sure.

[butterfliesareamyth]

You can fight in the reblog. Add propaganda. I don't care. I just want to know what to read.

[sunflowernoodles]

Its Just a Kiss

Nothing to say accept I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Sero

Ships: Seroroki

Warnings: nothing nsfw but just a lot of kissing

~~

It was just a typical Friday evening at the 1A dorms. Everyone off doing their own things and winding down from the long school week.

For Sero and Shoto, winding down meant a little make out session. Shoto was new to kissing as a whole, so something like this was a little overwhelming at times, but Sero was careful to check in constantly and pay attention to how Shoto seemed.

Sero was sitting on Shoto’s waist while he laid down. He was gently holding Shoto’s hands as they kissed, and Shoto could admit there was something very relaxing to everything.

As Sero trailed a few kisses down to the underside of Shoto’s jaw, he swore that he heard Shoto giggle. He stopped for a moment, kissing Shoto in the same spot once again while paying attention this time. And there it was, a little shy giggle as Shoto momentarily hiked his shoulders up.

“Shoto?” Sero laughed slightly, sitting up just enough to see the red face of his boyfriend turned away from him. “What’re you doing?”

Shoto’s blush deepened, “S-sorry. I don’t wanna ruin the moment or anything just… It tickles?” He admitted shyly with a small shrug. The giant grin he got from Sero soon after made him want to shrivel up and disappear.

“Awe, you’re not ruining anything. That’s adorable, makes me wanna kiss you some more actually~” Sero teased, making Shoto steal his hands back and hide his face as he let out a flustered whine.

Sero chuckled, “I can’t kiss you like that, darling.” He spoke and gave Shoto’s side a small pinch, “put your arms back down, please?” He asked and to his surprise, Shoto laid his arms at his sides and he had a small giddy smile.

“Thank you.” Sero smiled, then leaned down and kissed the side of Shoto’s neck. Shoto squeaked and scrunched his shoulders up.

“Hantahaha!” Shoto giggled out as he fought off the urge to hide his face again. Sero just grinned as he continued to pepper kisses all over his boyfriend’s neck.

“Wahahahahait! Noho, ihihit- Eep!” Shoto squeaked as he felt a kiss get planted right below his ear. It was quite for a moment.

“Hanta, what- hehehehey! Wait!” Shoto giggled when Sero started to nibble and kiss along his ear. Given that Sero was kissing him, he wasn’t talking much, and the lack of conversation was not helping with how flustered Shoto was.

After a couple minutes of very tickly kisses, Shoto shoved at Sero’s shoulder a little, “Okahahay, please stohohahahap!” Shoto giggled, and Sero did stop.

“All done?” Sero asked just to be safe and earned a small nod from his boyfriend. He moved off of Shoto and laid next to him, cupping his face as he came down from his little giggle high.

“You’re soho weird.” Shoto chuckled, and Sero just smiled. “Not as weird as you. I love you too though.”

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

And They were Roommates

And They Were Roommates by deadriotred

Sero and Todoroki are roommates in college, both trying to escape their troubled family lives. Sero develops feelings for Todoroki, who is trying to navigate his own emotions. But when Todoroki's father, Endeavor, interferes, they must decide if their relationship is worth the potential consequences.

Words: 2342, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: my - Fandom, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta's Family, Sero Hanta's Mother, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Shouto's Parents, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, pinning, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, Pining Sero Hanta, Pansexual Sero Hanta, Gay Todoroki Shouto, Seroroki Week, seroroki, Iida Tenya is a Good Friend, Class 1-A Friendship, quirkless au, Quirkless, Collage, Not Beta Read, Rare Pairings, Soft Todoroki Shouto, and they were ROOMMATES, Bakusquad, Dekusquad

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46596715

[sero-pairo]

if you ever see it

by cosmic_affinities

“So just… ignore this. If you ever see it, that is.”

Unfortunately, that’s not something Todoroki is capable of when it comes to Hanta. Of course he’s not going to ignore the Valentine’s Day confession he got. He just needs to figure out exactly what he is going to do, if not ignore it. Lucky for him White Day is just around the corner and he is determined to do this right. For Hanta, like most things he does.

 TL:DR Sero confesses with a Valentine he thinks Todoroki won’t even see. Todoroki sees and plots. And makes lots of chocolate- like an enormous amount.

Words: 10918, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, White Day, Love Confessions, Letters, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, roki is smokey, LITERALLY, Fluff, Chocolate, Valentine's Day Fluff, White Day Fluff, homemade chocolate, attempts at humor, I Tried, literally wrote this in like a week to post on white day, pls be nice, its seroroki!, enjoy i guess

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[serorokiweek]

[peterokii]

#serorokiweek day 2 : video game

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 3: your victims, they're getting stronger

(summary) | dabihawks, seroroki, todofam!reunion, dabi & aizawa shouta & all might, todoroki touya & league of villains, dabi & giran

Shouta seriously wanted to bang his head against a wall.

“Why are you calling me in? This isn’t my jurisdiction,” He’s a fucking underground hero, for Gods’ sake, not a detective.

It was finally Friday — 'fucking Friday, the last day of the working week!' — and just when he was about to head home and take a well-deserved four-hour nap, he gets a phone call from the city’s primary police headquarters.

“Our apologies, Eraserhead. The suspect-slash-witness requested to specifically speak to you. He hasn’t spoken a word since.”

“What the f — ” Shouta is so confused, “‘Suspect-slash-witness,’ What does that even mean?”

“Uh, look, you should really just come down here, sir.”

Shouta sighs, “Give me ten minutes.”

Nothing could prepare him for the sight of the notorious League of Villains Dabi sitting calmly in the metalled interrogation room — shackled hands clasped casually as an obnoxious whistling tune continuously pushed out of scarred lips — having the audacity to look bored.

Shouta hears his own neck crack when he whips his head towards the head officer who brought him here, “What, exactly, is going on here?”

The lead officer shrugs their shoulders and shakes their head, “He just… walked into the station and told our front desk that he wanted to report the alleged murder of the eldest Todoroki child. We apprehended him, but he didn’t even try to fight back. When we got him here, he just said he wouldn’t say a single word until you came — said he had information that you’d want to know.”

Shouta’s heart thuds loudly in his ears, “Murder of the eldest Todoroki child… Todoroki Fuyumi’s dead?”

But Todoroki Shouto seemed fine in class. In fact, these past two months have been the happiest Shouta’s ever seen his student be. Shouto’s smile is wider, sometimes big enough to even show teeth. He participates in class more, raising his hand so much to the extent that it’s almost become a competition between him and Yaoyorozu Momo to see who could answer Shouta’s questions the fastest. He’s become sharper during his training sessions, focused and determined in a way that finally looks like ambition, instead of a fated burden.

The officer is shaking their head before Shouta really starts to panic, “No, no — the villain, Dabi, said a different name. Our front desk told us the name of the victim was ‘Todoroki Touya’. ”

Shouta has never heard that name in his life.

He takes another look at Dabi through the interrogation glass.

‘Blue eyes, white hair, fire quirk. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

He turns to the officer, “Not a single word of this situation leaves this room. The Commission, press, other officers and heroes — no one knows about this until we have everything sorted.”

The officer nods, “Of course.”

Shouta takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for the absolute shitshow he’s now inevitably become a part of.

He walks into the interrogation room and sits down in the opposite chair from Dabi. The whistling stops.

“What is your real name, Dabi-san?”

Scarred lips turn up into a smirk and Shouta likens the expression to a lucid zombie. Raw and consciously chilling.

“You’ve figured it out, have you?” and Shouta must have let something slip from his carefully curated mask because the villain’s head falls back in a cackle, “Well, no wonder your students talk so highly of you! My own father didn’t even recognize me — practically had to shout it in his ear!”

Shouta doesn’t know what to say.

He’s always known Endeavor was a particularly gruff man and so, Shouta has tried to keep a close eye on him whenever the hero would make his presence known. However, having a secret villain son was definitely not something Shouta could say he suspected.

Shouta clears his throat, “You told the officers you have information. The kind that I, specifically, would like to hear. I’m here now.”

“Hey, now,” Dabi — ‘Do I address him as Touya? Todoroki?’ — unclasps his hands and lays one flat on the table, “Good things don’t come for free. I’ll tell you everything I know, on my terms.”

‘Ah, negotiations,’ Shouta leans back in his chair and watches the man across him closely. Dabi’s forehead seems to be untouched by scarring so his eyebrows are quite expressive, furrowing into a serious valley, all playful demeanor now lost.

“And what are your terms?”

Dabi raises a thin eyebrow and sits up straighter, blue eyes boring into Shouta with an intensity that makes his skin itch, “I want immunity,” and Shouta represses a scoff — ‘of course’ — until, “For the original League members. I don’t care what you do to me, but I want a guarantee that you will take public legal action against the murderer I name today. If you don’t accept my terms, or if something happens to me, I have people in every corner of Japan who will release everything I know. Your precious Number One Hero will fall and your society will be reduced to shambles,” Dabi slides over a piece of slightly crumpled paper to Shouta, “These people will be under the law’s protection.”

Iguchi Shūichi

Okuta Kagerō

Bubaigawara Jin

Sako Atsuhiro

Shigaraki Tomura

Toga Himiko

Shouta’s eyes widened, “That’s completely out of the question. No amount of information erases the crimes the League has done.”

Hooded and ice-like eyes look up and down Shouta’s body, slowly. The gaze looks lazy, nonchalant, maybe even on the wrong side of vulgar — but it makes Shouta feel like the roles have been completely reversed, like he is the one being watched, studied, profiled.

“Your friend, the one whose body is occupied by Kurogiri — what was his name?” Shouta’s spine stiffens, “Shirakumo Oboro?”

Shouta doesn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not with the way his throat tightens at the memory of seeing his old friend trying to pry his way out of whatever monster they’ve stuffed inside of him.

Shouta says nothing, but it’s exactly the confirmation Dabi needs.

A cadaverous smile stretches its way across the villain's face, “Don’t you want the bastard that did that to him? I’ll give him to you — lead ya straight to him ‘n turn a blind eye when you get your hands on him.”

Shouta tries his best to keep his face emotionless, but his palms ache at the indents his nails have pressed into the skin, “One arrest does not equate to the liberation of six dangerous criminals.”

“Ha! You think that’s the only information I got? Please, that was just a tease,” Dabi rolls his eyes, “Six people are not going to destroy the world. But over a hundred thousand?” Dabi tongues his cheek briefly, “They might have a shot, at least at taking over Japan.”

Shouta’s chest tightens, ‘Over a hundred thousand? Has the League really grown so large? Are there really… over a hundred thousand people who believe in the League’s cause?’

The mere idea feels ludicrous, “Immunity for a single individual is already hard enough to get approved. But for six major villains? Have you lost your mind — Bubaigawara Jin is an S-ranked criminal and Toga Himiko is an A-rank!”

Dabi snaps, “She’s fucking fifteen!”

Shouta’s eyebrows raise at the outburst, “So was the boy you kidnapped. Or did you forget that? You didn’t seem to care about him being fifteen.”

Dabi gives him a disbelieving look, “Oh, you mean the same boy you chained up to a pole and muzzled for millions of viewers to watch…?”

Shouta doesn’t have anything to say to that.

He remembers seeing that terrified look in Bakugou’s eyes when the Commission’s employees held him down and chained him up, the humiliated flush on his face, threatening tears Shouta knew had spilled the moment the boy was alone. He’d vehemently protested afterward, but it didn’t matter by then — the damage was already done, and even his colleagues begged him to drop the matter. He had felt so ashamed of himself.

Dabi speaks up again, and this time, his expression has softened — gone is the sneer, instead replaced with a neutral look, “He was also the strongest one.”

“Fifteen.”

Dabi’s slender finger points at Shouta, “Pot,” then at himself, “Kettle.”

Shouta grits his teeth, “This isn’t helping your case.”

He doesn’t need a lecture from a villain of all people, and he especially doesn’t need said villain to actually make some fair points.

“Look, All For One was after the strongest ‘n the angriest. Out of all your precious students, it was either Bakugou or Shouto. The choice was a no-brainer, and I’d do it all over again. There're only so many people I can give a shit about. ‘M not a hero,” Dabi huffs, looking away from Shouta and crossing his arms.

“No, you are not.”

There’s a moment of silence.

Dabi purses his lips and scratches at the seam of his left wrist.

Shouta speaks up again, “Bakugou told me about the conversation you two had during that time.”

“Don’t really classify that as a conversation.”

Shouta hums, “Yeah. I’d almost call it a ‘lecture’.”

Dabi quiets for a moment, a thoughtful and faraway look on his face, “… What’s his home life like?”

Shouta tilts his head, furrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why do you ask?”

Saddened blue eyes meet his own, and Dabi says with the utmost sincerity, “I recognize something in him. It’s the same thing that’s in me,” and then that look is gone with a blink and a click of the tongue, “Better check up on that.”

[ 7 months ago, August

Shouta likes to think he’s an observant teacher.

He notices the ways in which Bakugou has changed since Kamino. The boy is not as loud anymore, sticks himself to Kirishima Eijirou whenever he can, makes an effort to actually speak to his classmates instead of straight-up ignoring them, and leaves Midoriya Izuku alone, for the most part.

Shouta also notices the way he constantly tugs at the school-issued tie of his uniform loose at the knot, no longer in rebellion but as if to free himself of some kind of restraint, seeming to breathe a bit easier when his neck is left untouched.

Today, Shouta notices the way Bakugou loiters at the entrance door of his classroom, waiting for everyone to leave until it’s just the two of them alone.

“Sensei?” Bakugou fidgets with the backpack strap on his shoulder, shoulders that are practically hitched up to his ears, “Can I… fuck.”

Shouta tries to make this a bit easier for the boy, “Close the door, take a seat.”

Bakugou does, slipping into his usual seat and looking at his shoes. His vulnerable behavior strikes a chord in Shouta. He knows his students are supposed to soon be the protectors of the city, but he can’t help being reminded that they are still children. Growing, frightened, confused children whose brains haven’t even fully developed. Children who are being thrown into traumatizing situations without the proper facilities to patch their hearts back up.

Shouta clears his throat, “You’ve been… quieter, lately.”

Bakugou picks at a nail, the distraction seeming to help the young boy in loosening his tongue, “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

Bakugou puts his hand down, “Is it… Am I fucked-up for being, for thinking — ugh, shit. I don’t know how to say this,” Frustrated hands run through blond spikes.

“Start with the easiest thing,” Shouta says in what he hopes is a gentle enough tone to assure his student that he’s safe and heard.

The boy scowls, his hands fisting and unfisting on the desk table, “I… I’ve been re-evaluating. Coming here…” Shouta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion but he waits for Bakugou to finish, “Bein’ a hero used to mean I was strong and important and, fuckin’ — I don’t know, worth a damn. And, now, all of that, it just feels like a pile of shit.”

Shouta hums in understanding, “Seems like a lot of pressure you’ve put on yourself, placing all your worth on the title of a hero.”

Bakugou lets out a bitter chuckle, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He’s still not looking at Shouta, and the walls this boy has around him make Shouta’s heart ache.

“Yeah, well. You’ve met my mom. I think bein’ a hero is the only thing she wants from me. After all, it’s me who wasn’t strong enough to prevent — ”

“Bakugou,” Shouta stops the sentence before the boy has a chance to finish it, his voice firm. He will not have his student blaming himself for getting kidnapped.

Bakugou finally looks up and Shouta sees the tears in his eyes.

“You cannot blame yourself for getting kidnapped.”

Bakugo’s chin starts to wobble, “But I-I was the only one. They targeted me because I reminded them of — of their own fucking selves!” Both his fists slam down the desk, and thin twin rivers stream down ruddy cheeks, “I act like a villain, people don’t think I belong here! And… and they were right.”

“No, Baku — ”

“Sensei,” Bakugou begs.

Shouta stops to listen. He tells himself to calm down and reminds himself that his student has more to say and needs someone to listen.

Bakugou takes a breath to calm himself down. He’s been doing that more often — trying to self-soothe, ground himself back to reality, mentally shoving bare toes into the roots of the earth and feel this city’s humidity on his skin, constantly trying to stay present with the company he keeps, “They were right. The way I acted, before… I didn’t realize it until now but, I have so much anger and-and fucking hate just building in me, and I thought I could just work it away, and get stronger and make myself better, but it didn’t change anything.”

The revelation makes the teacher in Shouta proud, but he’s honestly confused about how his student got to this point. Shouta has, admittedly, not had many conversations with Bakugou ever since the kidnapping, but he knows All Might has, “May I ask, then, what has changed?”

Bakugou laughs shortly, bitter and disbelieving, “Is it fucked up to say getting kidnapped changed me for the better?”

Shouta shakes his head, “Bakugou… You didn’t need to go through trauma to change for the better. Trauma doesn’t build inner strength like that. It’s a misconception taught in action films and distasteful hero-propaganda.”

“Shit, Sensei, no, I don’t mean it that way,” Bakugou pinches his nose in frustration for a moment before his carmine eyes settled back onto Shouta, “Gettin' kidnapped ‘n bein' held captive by them was fuckin’… It wasn’t that. It was what he told me.”

“He? Who?”

“That patchwork piece of shit,” Bakugou grumbles, “I thought he was tryin' to convince me to join them but it felt more… Like a warning. Kinda like one of your lectures, but he said it in a way that made me wanna shit my pants.”

Shouta leans back in his chair and hums in curiosity, “Can you tell me what he said?”

And so Bakugou did. ]

“You’re not a very good recruiter.”

“Eh, it’s just my day job.”

A loud metallic bang! resonates through the room, shocking the two men and making them whip their heads at the intrusion.

As if Shouta’s day couldn’t get any weirder, he most certainly would have never, not in his wildest dreams, expected to see Number Two Pro-Hero Hawks, frantic and panting, with none other than his student, Todoroki Shouto — ‘who should be in class’ — in tow.

Shouta mentally resigns himself to the fate of six espresso shots, already mourning the lost hope of any potential blissful naps.

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It’s SeroRoki week! I missed yesterday bc I was busy but I got some doodles in today!

It’s a national holiday y’all