#shoto tooroki x y/n

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Post USJ battle. enemies to lovers? YES. (this is just a snippet, some parts are skipped. read the fic and dont miss out on the details!)

total reading time is 3 hours. status ongoing. 10 parts published.

————————————— ╰─▸ ❝ @[unknown number] [unknown ~ 03:21] why did you do it? [you ~ 03:26] who's this? [unknown ~ 03:26] shoto from class 1-A. [you ~ 03:26] how'd you get my number? [unknown ~ 03:27] from Ashido. [you ~ 03:27] gimme a sec, i'll save your contact. (seen 1m ago) ————————————— 'Icy-Hot?' You questioned, an eyebrow quirking upward as you saved his number into your contact list. You couldn't help but wonder what Shoto Todoroki of all people wanted at this absurd hour. ————————————— ╰─▸ ❝ @[Icy-Hot] [you ~ 03:30] what do you want? [Icy-Hot ~ 03:30] (replied to their own message - "why did you do it?") [you ~ 03:30] calling... [Icy-Hot ~ 03:32] answered call ————————————— "What took you so long to pick up?" you asked, holding the phone to your ear. "Why did you call?" Todoroki's voice sounded tired and weirdly deeper through the speaker. "Talking's faster than typing." Your response was blunt, your annoyance creeping into your voice, "Why'd you text me? At this hour, too." "I couldn't sleep." he replied, his words clipped and simple. "And?" You waited, the silence on the other end stretching uncomfortably. When no answer came, you frowned. "What does that have to do with me?" "Because it's your fault." Your brow twitched, irritation sparking instantly. Your fault? What the hell? "Why did you do it?" he pressed after a brief pause. "Save me, I mean." "What?" you blurted, completely caught off guard. Your mind reeled, trying to decipher what he was getting at. "You mean... from Shigaraki? Yesterday? The one with the decay quirk?" "Yeah." "The hell?" Your frustration bubbled over as you sat up straighter. "Anyone would've done the same if they were in my shoes. I'm trying to become a hero here, what else would've I done if not use my quirk to save your ass?" You rambled on, irritation and confusion mingling in your voice, you weren't quite sure what the point of this conversation was. "Or does that hurt your pride? You saved me first with that ice wall, so I did the same. And now we're even. Would it've been better if I said it this way?" "You're wrong," Todoroki interjected, his voice firm but not unkind. "This has nothing to do with my pride." You heard him sigh, the soft exhale carrying a weight you couldn't place. For some reason, it only annoyed you further. What was his deal? Why had he decided to text and call you at three in the morning just to talk in circles? "You're clearly aware of what your quirk can do to others," he continued, his tone even but insistent. "And it's obvious you don't want to use it to hurt anyone. That much was clear yesterday." "...What are you trying to get at?" "I'm not trying to start an argument with you, so calm down. I'm merely asking out of... curiosity." "I am calm," you shot back, a little too quickly. "I still don't get what you mean." There was a pause, and when Todoroki spoke again, his words were measured, careful. "Your eyes screamed terror and guilt when you used your quirk on Shigaraki. It was written all over your face. I don't understand. If you hate the idea of hurting someone so much—so much that you'd rather use your own body as a shield for Aizawa-sensei instead of using your quirk—why did you use it to save me? I could've dodged... probably." You froze, stunned by how sharply he had analyzed the situation. His words cut through your defenses, exposing cracks in the façade you tried so hard to maintain. Suddenly, a deep unease settled over you, a fear you couldn't quite name. How observant was he? The thought sent shivers down your spine. What if everything about you—the tough act you always put on, the walls you built to protect yourself—was just as transparent to everyone else?

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

INTERNSHIP ARC. y/n's backstory. total reading time is 4h 28m. status ongoing. 14 parts published.

You let out a soft laugh, tossing your phone aside. As your head hit the pillow, you expected to succumb to exhaustion and drift into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

But peace never came. Instead, you found yourself back in the nightmare that had haunted you for years—the night your brother fell into a coma.

You were floating, weightless and helpless, beside a capsule of the London Eye. Below, panicked screams filled the air as citizens and tourists scattered like ants. Your body refused to move, paralyzed as if by some invisible force. All you could do was watch as the scene unfolded before you, trapped in the horror of memory.

A sharp crack shattered the air as a quirk ignited, severing the power lines of the ferris wheel. Sparks rained down like fireworks, and the massive structure groaned to a halt, its capsules swaying precariously. Inside the highest capsule, you saw your younger self pounding on the glass, face pale with terror, screaming to be let out.

Then came the sound you dreaded the most—the familiar, haunting sound of your portal materializing. The scene blurred, the edges of the memory sharpening to unbearable clarity. Your heart clenched as you watched your younger self tear open a portal, pulling your father, brother, and yourself out of the capsule in a frantic, desperate attempt to escape the swaying capsule.

You wanted to cry, to scream, to release the agony clawing at your chest, but your throat refused to obey. Your voice was a ghost, silenced by the weight of your own memories. Even closing your eyes to escape the sight was impossible, your gaze locked in place as though the nightmare itself refused to grant you mercy.

The moment stretched into eternity. Your father’s blood coated your trembling hands, warm and sticky, a sickening reminder of his sacrifice as he clung to the capsule’s exterior. His grip on your wrist was unyielding, his face contorted in pain and determination as he fought to keep you from plummeting into the chaos below. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid tang of burnt wiring filled the air, choking you.

And then there was your brother—his terrified face seared into your memory as he slipped further away. You watched helplessly as your younger self screamed and reached for him, panic distorting your voice into a desperate wail. Then came the sickening thud of his head colliding with the ferris wheel’s support pole that echoed like a death knell.

You wanted it all to stop—the chaos, the pain, the relentless cycle of guilt replaying in your mind. If only you could rewind time, undo the moment your quirk harmed your own family. You imagined it all playing out differently: the portal that had sent your brother plummeting would reopen, perfectly aligned, catching him just before disaster struck. But the truth was a cruel and unchanging specter, reminding you that no amount of wishing could rewrite the past.

You wanted to hurl yourself after him, to trade places, to bear the fall and its consequences. If you could, you’d take his place in the coma, letting the endless silence claim you instead of him. You’d carry the burden of his injuries, the pain that should’ve been yours. And your father—he didn’t deserve to bleed for your mistake. If the world was fair, it would’ve been you.

But fairness was a lie, and you knew it. The unshakable truth pressed on your chest like an unbearable weight, an anchor sinking into the depths of your soul. Every pulse of your heart throbbed with the reminder of your failure, a ceaseless ache you couldn’t escape.

So, you thought of ending it. If time couldn’t be rewritten, if the wounds couldn’t be undone, then maybe you could stop the guilt. Stop the endless replay of what you’d done. Stop the clawing despair that tore through your very being, leaving you hollow and gasping for peace. You wanted to atone for your sins with death.

But just then, your savior arrived. A streak of crimson cut through the chaos, and feathers—sharp yet gentle—hooked into your collar, lifting you away from the abyss. You watched, breath caught, as dozens of red arrows shot through the air like a lifeline. They swirled with purpose, catching your brother mid-fall, cradling him like a precious treasure. Others steadied your father and you, easing the three of you to safety on solid ground.

Hawks was a blur of efficiency, kneeling beside your brother with a focused gaze, inspecting the head wound with care. His movements were precise, his expression unreadable but firm, a shield of calm amidst the storm. Relief and guilt warred within you as you reached out, desperate to say something—anything. Before Hawks could turn and meet your eyes, the sharp buzz of your phone yanked you from the memory’s grasp.

You bolted upright in bed, chest heaving and face damp with sweat, as the room around you came into focus. The shrill ring of your phone filled the silence, grounding you back in reality. Yet the ache of that dream, so vivid and unforgiving, lingered like an open wound.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

INTERNSHIP ARC. interning at hawks' agency. total reading time is 4h 28m. status ongoing. 14 parts published.

“Okay, now that bird boy’s out of the room, let’s talk,” he said, his voice dropping into a more conspiratorial tone. “I’ve got an idea to help you tighten up your quirk control. But there’s a catch.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “A catch?”

“Yep. You’re gonna be my errand girl,” he said with a laugh, his feathers flicking playfully. “Run side-quests for me. Snacks, drinks, maybe even clean my desk if I’m feeling generous. Oh, and keep this between us. Tokoyami doesn’t need to know I’m giving you private lessons.”

You gave him a deadpan look, weighing the pros and cons. Then, squinting at him in suspicion, you asked, “And how exactly do you plan to train me?”

Hawks smirked, clearly enjoying your skepticism. “Well, you’ve been practicing controlling the energy flow of your portals, right? Saw you messing around with those quill pens earlier to test your precision.”

You blinked, momentarily surprised by how observant he was. “You noticed that?”

“Of course I did. I’m Hawks.” He grinned, tapping his temple. “Now, here’s the plan: You’re gonna practice by reacting to my feathers. Perfect for building reflexes.”

Your eyes widened slightly in realization. “You want me to reflexively open portals to block your feathers? What if they burn up?”

“Relax,” Hawks cut in with a laugh. “You won’t damage them. They’re sturdier than your quill pens. Plus, if one gets burned up, I’ve got plenty to spare.”

One of his feathers detached from his wings, hovering in front of you. It floated gently, as if waiting for your permission. You hesitated, glancing at Hawks, who nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you summoned a small portal, letting the feather dart through it. It reappeared flawlessly on the other side of the desk, untouched and intact.

Before you could articulate your surprise, Tokoyami returned, his calm demeanor unshaken as he handed Hawks the requested copies. Hawks greeted him with his usual playful nonchalance, not a trace of the earlier conversation evident in his tone or body language.

As the day wound down and it was time to leave, Hawks turned to Tokoyami and said casually, “You can head out, bird boy. I need her to run a quick errand for me before she leaves.”

You whipped your head toward Hawks, your eyes narrowing as if to silently protest: I didn’t agree to being your errand girl! But he ignored your pointed look, flashing his ever-present grin.

Tokoyami paused, glancing between you and Hawks, his expression neutral but faintly curious. “Alright, then. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” he said, bowing slightly before heading off to change out of his hero costume.

As soon as he was gone, you shot Hawks a half-exasperated glare. “You didn’t even wait for me to agree before assigning me ‘errands.’”

Hawks chuckled, leaning back lazily in his chair. “Hey, that was the only thing I could think of as an excuse for us to continue our conversation.”

Rolling your eyes but ultimately too tired to argue, you went to fetch drinks for both of you. When you returned, Hawks took his drink with a quick nod of thanks, setting it down before fixing you with a sharper gaze than usual.

“Well,” he said, resting his cheek on one hand, his grin playful but his eyes steady. “What’s your choice? You in or out?”

This is training with Hawks you’re talking about, training with the no.3 Hero. It wasn’t an everyday opportunity and you weren’t about to pass it up. You gave him a decisive nod.

"Good," Hawks said with a satisfied smirk. "It’s only six-thirty. I won’t clock out until eight, so we’ve got plenty of time."

You raised an eyebrow, pointing at the stack of papers by his elbow. “Don’t you have work to do, though? Those reports aren’t going to finalize themselves.”

Hawks waved dismissively, his grin widening. “It’s fine. You’ll help me with that, and then we’ll start your training.” Before you could protest, he gestured to a nearby chair. “C’mon, grab a seat.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed, dragging the chair to the other side of his desk. He cheerfully slid half the stack of papers toward you, the movement almost too smooth. “Look, I’ve already done all the heavy lifting. These just need today’s date and my signature stamped. Easy peasy.”

You groaned dramatically, resting your forehead against the edge of the desk. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably efficient, you mean,” Hawks quipped, giving a feather-light chuckle.

Still grumbling, you sat upright and began the mind-numbing task of filling in dates and stamping signatures. Time crawled by, but after what felt like forever—though the clock revealed it was only an hour—you slammed the final report shut with a satisfied sigh. Leaning back in your chair, you stretched your arms above your head, letting out a muffled groan as your stiff muscles protested.

A yawn tugged at the edges of your resolve, but you clenched your jaw to stifle it. With a final flourish, you slammed the last report onto the stack and leaned back in your chair. “There. All done.”

Hawks surveyed the completed pile with an approving nod, a sly grin creeping across his face. “Not bad. Fast, efficient—I might just have to keep you on as my personal assistant.”

You shot him a deadpan look. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, leaning back with an air of self-satisfaction. “Hey, I’m just saying. This would’ve taken me at least two hours if you weren’t here.”

With a nonchalant stretch, Hawks pushed his chair back and stood, gesturing for you to follow. “Alright, now that my paperwork’s sorted, let’s get to the fun part. Training time.” He sauntered toward the door, and you reluctantly trailed behind.

As he led you to the building’s rooftop, he glanced over his shoulder. “Here’s the deal: I’ll send my feathers flying around, aiming to tag you. Your job? Defend yourself using your portals. Simple enough, right?”

You frowned, skepticism written all over your face. “I can only open two portals at a time. How am I supposed to fend off dozens of feathers with just that?”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “That’s for you to figure out. It’s not just about the portals—you’ll need to move, dodge, adapt. Build some stamina while you’re at it.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair before letting it drop limply to your side. “Easier said than done,” you muttered under your breath.

With an effortless motion, Hawks pushed open the heavy rooftop door, the hinges groaning slightly as it swung wide. The cool night air greeted you, crisp and refreshing against your skin. Beyond the threshold, the city stretched out like a sea of light, a kaleidoscope of shimmering yellows, whites, and occasional reds. Skyscrapers loomed in the distance, their windows glowing like countless tiny stars, while the hum of life below rose faintly to meet the quiet serenity of the rooftop.

Above, the night sky was an inky canvas, dotted with faint stars barely visible against the city’s vibrant glow. The scene was breathtaking—a seamless blend of urban energy and natural beauty, as if the city itself was alive and breathing under the blanket of night.

Hawks stepped forward, his silhouette cutting sharply against the illuminated skyline. His feathers ruffled slightly in the breeze as he turned back to you, golden eyes glinting under the soft light of a nearby streetlamp. “Beautiful view, isn’t it? Too bad you won’t have time to enjoy it.” His grin widened, playful but sharp. “Ready?”

You nodded at his statement and made your way to the center of the rooftop.

Hawks walked about ten meters away from you, his every movement unhurried yet precise. He stopped, turning to face you with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before sinking into a defensive position. Your heart thudded in anticipation as you locked eyes with him, determined to hold your ground.

“Let’s dance,” Hawks said with a wink, his playful tone not quite masking the sharp edge of the challenge.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC. 1v1 against shoto. (some parts skipped, read the fic to not miss out on any details!) total reading time is 5h. status ongoing. 15 parts published.

Frustration laced his voice as he finally shouted, "Why are you holding back?!"

It seemed he had noticed that you weren't giving your all. A dry scoff escaped you, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "Because your half-hearted resolve to win isn't worth my effort."

Todoroki's frown deepened. He understood what you meant, and he shifted his stance, launching another ice attack at you with a force that suggested growing impatience. "I will not use my left," he declared, his voice cold and stubborn, as though his decision was set in stone.

You let out an unbelievable laugh, the sound sharp and full of defiance. Without warning, space in front of you tore open, and you leapt into the portal. In the blink of an eye, you reappeared right in front of Todoroki, causing him to stumble back, eyes wide. He instinctively directed his ice toward you, but instead of blocking, you leapt into another portal mid-air, emerging above him. You twisted in the air and grabbed his collar, slamming him down onto the ground. You bent over him, hovering with your feet planted on either side of his head, a firm grip on his collar to keep him in place.

"You think by rejecting your fire, you're winning some kind of battle against your dad?" you spat, frustration lacing your words. "You're wrong, Todoroki! All you're doing is letting him control you even more."

"Shut up," Todoroki growled, kicking you off.

You ignored his demand as you backed away, your voice steady with rising intensity and you paused your attacks. "Every move you make is still about him. But your fire isn't his—it's yours! It's a part of you, just like your ice. You're not just your father's son. You're Shoto Todoroki! Stop fighting to prove something to him and start fighting for yourself!"

Your words hung in the air, a fierce conviction behind them. Todoroki stopped his ice attack, leaving the crowd in stunned silence, wondering what you two could be conversing about to halt the battle completely. 

Todoroki's face was a mixture of confusion and contemplation as he processed what you'd said, the sudden onslaught of emotion and truth leaving him frozen in place. You could see the conflict stirring inside him, just as it had before, but this time it was different. His resolve wavered, and for the first time in this match, his expression was clear. It was like a puzzle piece had finally fallen into place. And you liked the idea of being able to read him, to finally understand him on some level.

Determined, you pressed on, giving him that final push. "You're holding back, and you know it! What kind of victory is that?" You stepped closer, voice intense and unyielding. "What kind of hero lets someone else decide how far they'll go? Show me your full strength, Icy-Hot! Not for him—for you! Come at me with all of your  power."

Todoroki's eyes flickered as your words hit their mark, and you saw a spark of acceptance, a hint of understanding. The look in his heterochromatic eyes made your heart beat faster—there was something about it that filled you with hope, a sense that he was finally seeing the truth for himself. You wished, just for a moment, that you could learn to accept your own mistakes and forgive yourself the way you were hoping he could. But now wasn't the time for that. Now was about him. You had to help him first.

With a swift movement, you warped in front of him again, twisting your body to land a side-kick to his left side. But Todoroki responded with a sudden burst of flame. You had to quickly retreat through a portal or risk being burned. A proud smirk crept onto your face, impressed by his response. Todoroki shakily grinned back at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and competitiveness.

"Then you better give this your all, too," he said, his voice fiery with determination as he hurled his flames at you.

The real battle had just begun, and the crowd, which had previously been quiet and disinterested, erupted into an excited roar. It was clear to them that you and Todoroki were finally taking things seriously, and the intensity of the fight was palpable.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC. teaming up with Shinso. (some parts skipped, read the fic to not miss out on any details!) total reading time is 3h 28m. status ongoing. 12 parts published.

Just then, the announcement for the next round crackled through the stadium speakers, pulling your attention back to the competition. Midnight's voice rang out, explaining the rules for the Cavalry Battle and how the points system would be based on the rankings from the first round.

Hearing that, you allowed yourself a small, lowkey celebration. A quick pump of your fist at your side. Your strategy had worked. Placing fourth was just enough to avoid too much attention while still standing out to the scouts. Your careful planning and restraint in the race had paid off. You felt a swell of pride in your ability to analyze the situation and stay disciplined.

But that pride quickly shifted to disbelief when Midnight revealed Midoriya's ranking prize—one million points.

One. Million. Points.

You blinked, momentarily stunned. The entire stadium buzzed with murmurs of shock and excitement as the reality of the stakes set in. Your jaw tightened as you glanced at Midoriya, who looked like he was moments away from fainting under the pressure.

A wave of relief washed over you, and you exhaled deeply. 'Thankfully I didn't decide to teleport straight to the finish line.' It would've put you in that very same precarious spotlight. You shuddered at the thought, imagining every single contestant gunning for you instead of poor Midoriya.

Still, as the students around you began forming alliances and strategies for the upcoming round, you couldn't help but let a small smirk creep onto your face. You'd played the first round smart.

When it became clear the next round was a team-based competition, your first instinct was to look for Bakugo. If nothing else, his explosive quirk would make him a valuable ally. But to your disappointment, he had already formed a team without you. The sight of him surrounded by his handpicked crew stirred a pang of betrayal in your chest. You'd thought you were on good enough terms to at least warrant a discussion.

Still, you quickly swallowed the feeling, replacing it with a spark of excitement. If Bakugo didn't want to team up, fine. Facing him as an opponent would be all the more satisfying.

Turning your focus back to the task at hand, you began scanning the field for other potential teammates. Your classmates seemed like a safe option, as you already had a decent understanding of their quirks. But just as you were about to approach one of them, something unusual caught your attention.

The indigo-haired boy from General Studies—'Shinso, was it?'  you recalled his name from the ranking board of the race. Shinso was speaking with Ojiro. His expression was casual, but the moment Ojiro replied, his pupils went dull, unfocused. Your brow furrowed in confusion. 'What just happened?' Then, as another student nearby succumbed to the same vacant stare, realization dawned. 'His quirk...'

Shinso appeared to be collecting teammates in the most underhanded way possible, using his ability to control them. While it was unsettling, you couldn't deny the strategic advantage he might bring to a team.

Decision made, you approached him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

PRE SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC. training with Aizawa, you might be his fav 'cause you saved his ass during USJ attack. total reading time is 3h 28m. status ongoing. 12 parts published.

The moment you stepped inside, Aizawa wasted no time getting to the point. With his usual straight-to-business demeanor, he laid out his observations. According to him, your unstable energy flow wasn't just an issue of control—it stemmed from a lack of familiarity with your quirk's intricacies. His tone was calm but firm, as if he'd already analyzed every aspect of your power and determined exactly what needed fixing.

Aizawa crossed his arms, his sharp gaze fixed on you as he began, "So, here are the objectives of our training sessions." His tone was calm but authoritative, as though what he was about to say was the most straightforward thing in the world. "I want you to gain total control of your energy flow—to the point where even if a feather were to pass through it, it wouldn't sustain any burn damage." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "And I expect you to achieve this before the Sports Festival."

Your jaw almost dropped, disbelief flashing across your face. Total control? The goal seemed absurdly ambitious, like trying to lasso a hurricane. The enormity of what he was asking felt suffocating. Your confidence wavered, self-doubt creeping in as you tried to imagine yourself pulling off such precision.

'Ain't no way—before the festival??' you thought, the time frame making the task feel impossible. It wasn't just about learning control—it was about transforming the chaotic storm of your quirk into something precise and calculated. He must be kidding.

"Yes," your teacher stated firmly, as though reading your mind. "To start, I want to see how long you can maintain a portal before having to close it."

You blinked at him in surprise. 'That's... a good point. Why have I never tested that?' The idea seemed so obvious, yet it had never crossed your mind. Aizawa's no-nonsense approach struck you with awe. A pro indeed—he knew exactly what to focus on to help you improve. 'Okay,' you thought, determination sparking in your chest. 'I can't let him down.'

Aizawa pulled out a stopwatch and gave a small nod, signaling for you to start whenever you were ready. You inhaled deeply, calming your nerves as you steadied your focus. Here goes nothing.

Counting to three in your head and without moving, you manifested a human size portal in front of you, its swirling energy shimmering in the air, and placed the exit on the opposite side of the training hall. The familiar crackling hum of your quirk filled your ears as you poured your focus into stabilizing the connection.

'How long has it been?' you wondered, resisting the urge to glance at Aizawa's stopwatch. The seconds stretched endlessly in your mind. Every fiber of your being was working to balance the flow of energy, keeping the portal stable. You felt your concentration slipping as the strain grew, and finally, the space stitched itself closed. You exhaled shakily, realizing you'd been holding your breath the entire time.

"5.49 seconds," Aizawa announced, his tone flat.

"What?!" you blurted out, absolutely stunned. You were convinced you'd managed at least a full minute. "That's it?"

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "It felt longer because you were pushing your limits. Maintaining focus is harder than you think. But this is just the starting point. We've got a lot of work to do."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. The journey ahead felt daunting, but as you looked at Aizawa's calm, unyielding expression, you clenched your fists in determination.

"What made you close the portal?" Aizawa asked, his tone even but probing.

You hesitated before answering, "...I didn't pay attention to that."

"Then do it again," he said firmly, "and this time, focus on understanding what forces you to close it."

Determined but already feeling the mental strain, you nodded. Over the course of a dozen more attempts, your performance plateaued, with your average time barely reaching four seconds. Each try left you feeling increasingly drained, your focus slipping bit by bit. Yet, the repetition brought clarity to patterns you hadn't noticed before—tiny clues about your quirk's nature and its limits.

After a brief discussion with Aizawa, you uncovered one of the culprits behind your struggles: a bad habit of holding your breath whenever you concentrated. The tension in your chest and lack of oxygen sabotaged your stamina, leading to quicker exhaustion.

On your fifty-first attempt, you kept Aizawa's advice in mind, consciously reminding yourself to breathe. The difference was immediate. Though your body still trembled under the strain, you managed to extend your time by two whole seconds—an improvement that felt monumental given your earlier struggles.

"Better," Aizawa remarked, though his expression remained impassive. "You're learning."

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Detention setting. enemies to lovers? YES. (this is just a snippet, some parts are skipped. read the fic and dont miss out on the details!)

total reading time is 3 hours. status ongoing. 11 parts published.

"Don't even think about slacking off and making me do all the markings alone." You rolled your eyes. "Don't assume. I'm just playing some music 'cause this silence is suffocating," you explained, unlocking your phone. With a few taps, you pulled up Spotify Premium, quickly opening up a playlist and hitting shuffle play. The bass-heavy beat of The Blacker The Berry - Kendrick Lamar thumped through the speakers, filling the otherwise silent classroom. A minute and 28 seconds in, Todoroki frowned, his gaze flickering toward you. "That's distracting," he muttered, his tone flat but firm. You raised an eyebrow at his sudden complaint. "…Fine." With a quick swipe of your phone screen, you switched tracks, now playing Opposite Attract - Kendrick Lamar, JaVonté. "Isn't that the same artist?" "…" You tried Juice WRLD. Todoroki still looked at you disapprovingly. Not XXX, not SZA, not Nas's Illmatic album which you considered chill enough, not even Pink + White by Frank Ocean. "Do you only listen to rap?" He deadpanned. "No. I'm just grinding my favorite artists' songs for the Spotify Wrap at the end of the year." You were now playing Hotel California, and although Todoroki seemed to like this more, he still shook his head. You bit back the urge to just disregard his opinions and blast whatever song you liked. But you needed him to focus on marking, so it was best to keep the peace. You sighed inwardly before scrolling through your playlists one more time. This time, you chose something entirely different, jazz. Jazz was originally your study music and your escape whenever your head became noisy. You played Sway by Diana Krall and then glanced at Todoroki. The boy had stopped fidgeting with his pen and was now genuinely listening, his posture more relaxed. Time had slipped by unnoticed, the combination of the steady rhythm of your pen and the smooth jazz music keeping both of you occupied. When you looked up again, the pile of worksheets had significantly shrunk, and there were only a few left to mark. You glanced at the clock on your phone. 18:26. A faint disbelief washed over you. You had genuinely thought that the moment you and Todoroki were left alone, you'd be at each other's throats, but here you were, working in relative silence without any real conflict. You set your phone down and returned to your task, the smooth hum of the music still lingering in the background. The room felt warmer now, the usual tension between you and Todoroki fading as you worked side by side.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

USJ arc. enemies to lovers? YES. Todoroki to the rescue!! (this is just a snippet, some parts are skipped. read the fic and dont miss out on the details!)

total time is 2h 18m. status ongoing. 9 parts published.

As the black smoke dissipated, you realized you had been teleported to the landslide zone. Not far away stood Todoroki, his heterochromatic eyes sharp as they move in your direction. Relief at not being alone flickered briefly before it was replaced by confusion. Was that a twitch of annoyance on his otherwise stoic face? What was his deal? . . . Your entire body froze as fear surged through you like a paralyzing current. What if your guess was correct? What if the quirk that ruined Aizawa's elbow that way belonged to this man charging at you? What if he touched you—would you reduce to nothing more than a pool of blood and rotten meat? Your thoughts spiraled as you envisioned the horrifying possibilities. Your eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the inevitable. You could already feel the sting of failure clawing at your chest. But then—a rush of cold air. The sound of ice forming in a thunderous crack. Your eyes snapped open to see a towering wall of ice separating you from the turquoise-haired villain. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Todoroki, with Yaomomo, Kaminari and Jiro running closely behind towards you. His heterochromatic eyes were wide, lips slightly parted and quivering. His expression uncharacteristically panicked. Sweat dotted his forehead, his breath coming in uneven gasps. A jagged trail of frost stretched from the ground beneath his right foot, which was extended in a halted sprint.

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

battle training arc w all might. you and jiro are up against todoroki and kirishima. total time is 2h 18m. status ongoing. 9 parts published.

"Not a chance!" Jiro's confidence was clear as she transmitted a burst of vibrations into the floor. The entire platform except for where she was standing shuddered before giving way and collapsing onto the floor beneath. Shoto fell on the falling platform. Seizing the opportunity, Jiro tossed you her own handcuffs with a mischievous grin, "Go get him, girl!" You shot her a quick thumbs-up, the energy of the moment surging through you. Without wasting another second, you launched yourself after Shoto. His reflexes were sharp, though—he immediately reacted by summoning ice to form a slick slide beneath him, using it to glide downward and minimize the impact of his fall. As soon as Shoto's feet hit the ground, he pushed off with precision, rising swiftly to his feet and adopting a fighting stance. His focus never wavered, the cool determination in his eyes telling you this wasn't going to be easy. You couldn't afford to underestimate him. 'Gota overwhelm him before he gets used to my quirk and me popping out of nowhere.' You thought to yourself, adrenaline spiking as you prepared for your next move. With swift precision, you created a portal directly beneath you, just as you were about to hit the ground. The gravitational pull intensified the force of your fall, and with a practiced motion, you launched out of another portal behind Shoto, using the momentum to propel yourself straight at him. But his reflexes were sharp—way sharper than you expected. In an instant, he twisted, pulling out his own handcuffs. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them whipping toward your outstretched arm, a calculated move that had you momentarily thrown off balance. The metallic clang echoed as you collided with him. The sound of clasps echoed as Shoto's back slammed against the ground, the impact knocking the air from his lungs. You winced as your forehead collided with his with a dull thud. Both of you groaned in unison, the force of the fall leaving you dazed for a moment. Slowly, you both opened your eyes, blinking through the haze of pain and surprise. You found yourself straddling him, your knees pressing firmly on either side of his waist. A flush of embarrassment spread across your face as you realized the awkwardness of the position. You quickly averted your gaze, your arms and his tangled above his head in a mess of limbs, both of you handcuffed together, a draw. The weight of the situation hit you, literally, and the discomfort grew as you tried to shift, feeling his breath against your neck. "You guys alright?!" Kirishima and Jiro exclaimed in sync, poking their heads out into the broken ceiling above you. His voice came out strained, yet sharp, "Get off." His words were almost a grunt, his breath warm against your skin. "You're heavy."

[ezeert]

SNIPPET: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

PRE SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC. sparring with Bakugo. (some parts skipped, read the fic to not miss out on any details!) total reading time is 3h 28m. status ongoing. 12 parts published.

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╰─▸ ❝ @[Fried Pomeranian]

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:02] What did you do with the human caterpillar?

[you ~ 19:02] Meditate (;'༎ຶД༎ຶ')

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:03] The fuck?? You accidentally sending that hobo to space with your quirk sounds more plausible. Aint no way you just sat there and didn't fuck sth up.

[you ~ 19:03] How about I send you to hell?

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:04] I'd like to see you fail.

[you ~ 19:04] Whatever, I'll go offline now.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:05] You mad? kkkk

[you ~ 19:05] Hell no, I have homework from Aizawa.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:05] Sucks to be you.

[you ~ 19:06] Kys (ㆆ_ㆆ)

[you ~ 19:08] Btw this weekend me n' dad r going back to our hometown.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:08] Wtf does that have to do with me?

[you ~ 19:09] Stfu n' let me finish??!! (Fried Pomeranian reacted to your message: 🖕)

[you ~ 19:09] He said I could bring a friend so that I don't get bored.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:10] You're telling me to go with you?

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:10] Ask one of the girls or sth?? The fuck?

[you ~ 19:11] u dumb bomberanian shit╰（‵□′）╯??? It's in the countryside so no one will know if we use our quirks.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:11] Bitch, it's Bakugo.

[Fried Pomeranian ~ 19:11] You bet. I'll blast you to Tartarus, Hades' guard dog can finish you off.

[you ~ 19:12] 🙄🙄

[you ~ 19:12] Meet me at my place, 7am tmr. Room 2015. (Fried Pomeranian reacted to your message: 👍)

[you ~ 19:12] you shared your location with Fried Pomeranian

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You swiped away the chat box with Bakugo, dismissing them for now, and turned off your Wi-Fi to eliminate any further interruptions. The quiet of your room enveloped you, the soft hum of the surroundings calming your nerves. With a focused resolve, you opened the timer app on your phone and set it for an hour. Placing it gently on your nightstand, you gave the screen one last glance before turning your attention inward in an attempt to meditate.

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Just as his palm came within inches of striking, you twisted your wrist, opening a portal behind you to jump through, leaving Bakugo's attack to detonate harmlessly against the ground. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the field, scattering dirt and grass.

Reappearing a few meters to his right, you landed lightly, watching as Bakugo skidded to a halt.

"Tch, running away already?" he spat, pivoting to face you again. His words were cut short as you disappeared into another portal.

This time, you emerged above him, gravity pulling you down with precision as you aimed a kick at his shoulder. Bakugo reacted instantly, a blast erupting from his palm to propel him sideways, just barely evading your strike.

Your foot connected with the earth instead, a dull thud reverberating through the soil as the impact left a shallow indent in the ground.

"No, I'm strategizing," you corrected, your voice calm despite the quickened beat of your heart. You grinned confidently, but that smug look quickly flattered at Bakugo's continuous assault.

He didn't ease up for a second. A barrage of smaller explosions tore through the air, their sharp detonations echoing like thunder across the open field. Each blast sent searing heat past your skin, but you evaded them all. Your portals flickered in and out of existence, each one opening just in time to avoid the searing blasts that threatened to overwhelm you. The ground bore the brunt of his fury, the once-pristine grass now blackened with scorch marks and charred debris.