#stubborn shouto

[bioplast-hero]

Heart-piece

3.5k • teen • TodoBaku

“Your mind is made up.” Shouto shuts his eyes briefly. His mouth draws a neutral line, an utter lie. “No point in arguing.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” Katsuki takes another step, slowly closing the distance. “You could stand to fight a little more for what you want.” “You forget yourself.” Shouto tips his chin up in challenge. Katsuki likes it—no, he loves it. It lights a fire in his veins. “What do you know of what I want?” “Suppose we’ll find out.” “Wha—” The word is lost to Katsuki’s mouth. For a blistering moment, the prince freezes in his arms, stony against the heat of his lips. Katsuki’s palm cups his jaw, holding on, and he banishes the tremor in it. Please, he thinks. Prove me right.

Katsuki has been at the palace too long. He must return to his homeland, but he refuses to leave a piece of himself behind when he does.

👑 prince!Todoroki x barbarian!Bakugou, for Fantasy2TopWeek day 4 prompts: Crown / “Is this what you’re searching for?”

[Read the fic on AO3]

[milkiisss]

okay this is a really random thought but when I watched business proposal, there were so many moments where tae moo, the male lead, reminded me of shouto so much.

okay thats it. bye bye.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shouto is absolutely, 100% the type to have what you deem to be the ugliest picture of you and cherish it. he'd have it as his home screen and everything and deem it worthy of being hung up in a gallery. you tell him to change it when you see it immediately and he looks so utterly shocked and confused. he quickly denies it when you say it doesn't look very flattering. seriously too, face hardening a bit when he shakes his head and some strands fall close to his eyes.

"no, i like it." and just for safe measures he looks at his screen again and nods to himself afterwards "you look beautiful. you always do."

yeah, you're not so sure about that, but you unfortunately don't have much of a choice. your boyfriend is a sweetheart but god could he be stubborn..

[sugarwarachan]

thinking about 2d men who are so good and kind that you want to fuck their lights out (and marry them and give them babies)

you’ve never been one to fantasize about marriage or babies. it either happens or it doesn't in your eyes, and that's fine either way.

but meeting him does something to you. how thoughtful and caring and hot he is twists up your insides until suddenly the fantasy of being this man’s wife takes root in your head like a stubborn weed.

what would it be like to be the partner of someone who would so obviously care for you, who would listen to your thoughts and desires with rapt interest, who would support you wholeheartedly, who would pick you up when you fell—what would something like that feel like?

and now that these thoughts have invaded your mind, you can’t stop them.

he’s your friend, you remind yourself over and over again, even though watching him interact with children feels like a thousand bees swarming over your chest.

a friend shouldn’t make your stomach swoop when they squat down to greet a child.

a friend shouldn’t inspire sex dream after sex dream, ones in which he folds you into a mating press and molds your insides to the shape of him or where he laps at your cunt for hours until you're trembling and gasping beneath him, begging to be filled.

you wonder at yourself for once being able to ignore how strong he is because now it’s literally all you can think about. whenever he rolls his shirtsleeves up, the raw strength in his forearms alone is enough to make you think about him manhandling you into whatever position he wants—

(little do you know that this man has been in love with you since day one and has already plotted out your lives together, down to the names of your children and up to your future family holidays. he’s just waiting for you to pick up on the not-so-subtle hints he’s been throwing at you, but don’t worry—he’s patient.)

izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, kirishima eijiro, (BNHA) nanami kento, yuuta okkotsu, itadori yuuji, choso kamo, (JJK) kunigami rensuke (pre-wildcard), isagi yoichi, yukimiya kenyu, (BLLK) kuroo tetsuro, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi, azumane asahi (HQ) + your faves

[bakugoushotwife]

a/n: omg heyyy i make my grand return with my humble offering to @ohkento 's reddit theme collab!! i also have a piece for shouto coming up next, but here is the first one!! i took a while off after kinktober so if this is bad....lie to me!

warnings: dark content. nsfw. no minors. yandere theme gojo, no physical harm to reader, baby trapping, threats (not to reader), female reader, breeding, pentration, oral (fem!receiving), reader is kinda dumb lol.

summary: STORYTIME: I (28M) CAN'T STOP BREEDING MY GIRL BEST FRIEND (28F)!! it's a serious problem...i'm really reaching my breaking point here. i've been in love with this chick since high school and she keeps chasing other guys...but fucking me when the dates go wrong, help!

it’s been his dirty little secret since his years at tokyo tech. you’ve always been a looker, never were you short on attention from lesser men that aren’t worth your time—and yes, that includes when geto crushed on you all through the second year of school. but they never were quite what you were looking for, and every night of passion or attempt at a meaningful connection always ended the same—dialing up your closest confidant satoru to come console you and stuff your cunt full and wipe your tears–to make it better, like best friends do. 

satoru was all too aware of your little predicament, because he had struggled with the same issues–except he realized his fate years ago and was determined to have it. you are his and his alone, no matter how many scrubs that try to take you from him. if only you would open your eyes. you were obviously hopelessly in love with him, of course—that’s why no one could compare! and that’s why you always turned your teary eyes and pretty pussy to him after yet another date gone wrong. he knew he was the only cure, and he’s given up on hoping you’d see the truth for yourself. 

he tried to play the patience card, licking your tears off your face as he pounds his love into you, telling you that you’re worth so much more than those guys you keep letting break your heart. he tried being the nice guy that holds you after yet another promising prospect never texts you back–buying you dinner and bouncing you on his cock until you were crying from pleasure instead of heartbreak. each time, he buried his load in your womb until it was spilling out around him—hoping to give you no other choice but to pack your bags and move onto his estate to further the gojo clan with the very man at the head of it, but it seems your ovaries were just as stubborn as you are. he didn’t know how much more of this he could stomach—just waiting to be your knight in shining armor while laying in bed at night, staring at the pictures of you, both lewd and cute alike while wondering just how long it would take to have you laying beside him in his bed instead of the pixels on his phone screen. 

he’s had enough. it’s clear his plan isn’t working as designed. you must be on birth control—which is both irritating yet complimentary to him. of course you wouldn’t let these bums knock you up. is it insulting that this applies to his seed too? of course, but then again the whole dynamic was rather insulting wasn’t it? fucking other men and crying to him about it when they aren’t the perfect man for you. no shit—no man will ever know you like he does. none of them could ever compete with the life he could give you if you would just face the music. he doesn’t get it either. why bother? why look elsewhere? obviously you’re attracted to each other—so why won’t you make the next natural jump and stop it with the drama-packed weekly bachelorette episodes?

that’s okay. it’s really fine. satoru is such a good friend that he’ll help you, like he always does. he would simply help you to the conclusion that he wants and then everything can proceed according to plan! it shouldn’t be too difficult anyway, you’ll be calling any moment now! you had a date with yet another sure disappointment that gojo knows will desert you as soon as the date is finished. he’ll be dry and boring after the promising conversations you had in the days leading up to the date—you’ll be confused yet again—and the guy won’t pay either, set for split-bill city. gojo knows all of this because he’s ensured that’s what happens, of course! and this is the thirty-sixth man he’s had to pay off to show up to the date and forget about you. a price he’s more than willing to pay no matter how high, though it’s definitely added up over the years. and you know what—now that he thinks of it, none of them deserve you because their weak nature and corrupt morals. he’s been proven right every time, each one of these bottom feeders would take the money no questions asked—maybe that was due to his threats of horrific death if they so much as answered a text message from you again, but who could be sure? 

this one was especially easy to pay off, too. he didn’t even think twice about taking the money. it almost makes gojo mad. he clearly wasn’t heartbroken to walk away from you, and god you deserved so much better. you deserve a man that is willing to pay off any and every suitor that comes into your life just to make you his. you deserve a man so crazy about you he can hardly recognize himself. you deserve…well, him. he’s devoted himself to you for over a decade and it’s time for that to pay off.

your unique ringtone gets him out of his own head to answer, and of course, you’re crying and asking him to come over. pretty girls like you never learn, huh? that’s all forgiven though, as he is a teacher and it’s his passion to help you understand. 

“of course sugar. i’ll be right over. mhm–don’t mention it. that’s what friends are for.” he hums to you over his end of the phone, picking up his car keys to make it to you in record time. you’re your same beautiful self as you answer the door and welcome him inside, though he can see the tear tracks staining your face. it makes him pout a little at the sight no matter how used to it he is. he hates that you let these cretins upset you like this. 

“hey baby.” he pouts sympathetically with you, ducking under your arm to gaze around your familiar living room for any signs of a man he hadn’t yet heard about. he exhales a deep sigh when he finds none. he’s got his hands in his pockets, lips tightened in a knowing grimace. “so what was it this time? no—let me guess: split the bill and then he let you walk home in this weather?” 

you close the door after he’s entered with a heavy sigh. your bleary eyes fix on your hand still clasped around the doorknob, “yeah.” you tug your lip between your teeth and turn to face him. you didn’t have to answer him, for he already knew. it was borderline routine at this point and you were already embarrassed enough. you draw your arms around yourself to feel your own warmth, shaking your head. what was wrong with you? you used to be pined after, wanted—and now you couldn’t even get non-sorcerers to call you back. you haven’t had a second date in years, nor had an orgasm that wasn’t satoru’s handiwork. but even he didn’t want you permanently. you were a good friend and an even better fuck, that’s all. you knew it was pointless to yearn for him, sure he felt nothing other than his ever-present sense of duty and loyalty every-time he took your pain away–no matter the lies that poured out of his saccharine lips to do so. your sad eyes fix on his face, letting your plump bottom lip bounce out from your teeth’s trap. he smirks softly, cock rising because it knows exactly what that look means. 

but unfortunately for you, he won’t just hold you in his arms and promise that you’re worth so much more than you let yourself believe. tonight, he’s going to take what’s rightfully his—and his plan is already working beautifully. you never look away as you walk from the door to him, bracing your tiny and ineffectual hands on his chest. “what’s wrong with me, sato?” you pout, batting your long lashes up at him. his heart could stop just from that look alone. the comfort of his large hands covering yours soothes you already, making the tension drop from your shoulders. 

“you’re naive.” he answers, eyes as bright as ever as they glow like fireflies in your living room. if you were going just by the expression on his face, you’d think he said something kind or even funny, the way he grins softly and blinks his white lashes down at you in wait of your reply. you’re sure you misheard—every other time you asked this question he always said, “maybe you’re just too pretty, huh? ever thought of that, sugarplum?” 

“huh?” you tilt your head to one side, watching his expression shift to amusement. “naive? wh-what do you mean by that?” 

“well, if you weren’t so naive, you’d know, now wouldn’t you?” he pokes his tongue between his teeth, tucking his hands behind his back while you still lean helplessly against him. he likes feeling the weight of your body on his, and he’ll like it even more when he knows it’s a permanent thing. “you’re on birth control.” he states, and your confusion sets in even deeper. your brows furrow, but you nod. 

“yeah? what about that makes me naive?” you posit, used to his antics for the most part. you’ve been around him far too long to mistake his bluntness as an attack to you, even if it stings just a touch. though you did ask, and you have used him as your sexual relief and shoulder to cry on for years now. maybe he’s fed up with lying to save your feelings. 

he looks around for a second, humming. “where is it?” 

you also know better than to question him. if he’s asking you these questions it has to be for a reason—and you don’t have to understand him in the moment. just do what you’ve always done and trust him, support him on and off the battlefield–and never hesitate. it could be the difference between life and death. you learned that on missions together years ago. 

“in my nightstand?” you tilt your head to the other side. he has to admit your astonishment is adorable. he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek lightly. his fingers are so long that his thumb rests on the corner of your lips, fingertips brushing back your hair. 

“go get it for me.” he says as if he asked you to pass him the remote. you narrow your eyes to really study him—and then you see it. the teeming rage, the simmering crazy behind his eyes as they look at you. he is the most powerful man in the world, even if you were scared, there was nothing you could do but obey. but you trust him. and you nod. you turn to pad off to your bedroom and the clicks of his expensive boots follow. you’re used to the butterflies tickling your stomach as you lead him to bed, but you know something’s different this time. you feel like you’ll puke butterflies. but nonetheless, you pull the drawer of your nightstand open and fetch the little foil pack out of it, only a few pills missing from this month’s prescription. you turn to face him with it, mind racing on what he could possibly be doing. knowing him, he’s toying with you–trying to make you as nervous as possible and all this worrying is for no good reason. 

he sits at the edge of your bed, seemingly watching you with interest. he’s happy that you’re humoring him, that’s for sure. not even the faintest hint of protest. maybe you’re not as naive as he thought. in fact, your effortless obedience has his the crotch of his loose hakama’s tightening quickly. your heart jumps in your throat at the sight of him as it usually does—satoru gojo is far too beautiful to be in your house, supposedly telling you why you couldn’t keep a man. the black compression shirt was nearly criminal when it was wrapped around his perfect body. 

“good girl. now flush ‘em down the toilet for me.” he beams, blinding white teeth baring to smile at you. it was a simple request, really. he needed you to stop taking that poison and to stop entertaining the idea of other men. 

“why?” you swallow harshly, voicing your underlying suspicion. 

“don’t you trust me, baby?” he replies with a quickness, tilting his head to mirror yours. he’s doing well to keep himself together–you don’t understand his love for you yet, but he’ll take care of that. he’s a teacher, remember? “that stuff’s not good for you.” 

you hum. the side effects have been brutal, but you’re hardly in the spot for a baby. you can’t even get a boyfriend, much less a baby daddy. “yeah…i know. sucks taking it. guess i could get an iud or something instead.” you think aloud, voice becoming distant as you turn your back to him and dump your pills in the bathroom attached to your small room. you really undersell yourself. you could have been his bride eight years or so ago and been living large. but he’s going to fix it now. his jaw clenches at that declaration, and you feel him watching you the entire time—the doorway a straight shot from the spot he sat in on your bed. 

“no.” he says simply, the lightheartedness gone abruptly. it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your brain alert to the changes within him as he stands and cages you into the bathroom, broad arms stretching to block off the doorway. 

no? he doesn’t want you to protect yourself in any way? that seems a little ridiculous, but maybe he had a good reason. “satoru…i can’t get pregnant right now.” 

“why not?” he asks, looking over your little body nearly trembling from the darkness of his cursed energy growing more oppressive, nearly sucking the air out of the room. your heart pounds, more confused than you were at the start. 

“because i’m…single?” you try carefully, not sure exactly what you were dealing with here. satoru has always been so happy-go-lucky, even when he shouldn’t be. you remember begging him to talk out his stress so that he didn’t explode right after suguru left. so this anger you see set in his features shocks you, his bright and clear sky-colored eyes are clouded and murky, more cerulean than you’ve seen before. his brow is set and you can see the muscles twitching in his jaw. but he’s still smiling, and that for whatever reason is still real. 

“there’s that naivety again, princess.” he licks his teeth, shifting his weight from foot to foot. you look like a deer in the headlights, and he’s giddy at the rush that gives him. you’re finally in his grasp. “you’ve never been single. not since hmmm let’s see, march fifteenth, 2006.” he grins at you–”which makes all this dating real offensive, sweetheart.” 

you want to laugh, but decide against it considering his unpredictability. you shake your head instead, backing yourself to the wall. “what on earth are you talking about? we’re friends–”

“friends that fuck!” he laughs a strained snicker, straightening his posture. “and make sweet hot love, of course. friends that cuddle on the couch and have sleepovers. come on. we’re both adults, don’t insult me. you love me! which is great, because i love you too. i love you so much i’ve made sure that no one could steal you from me.” 

your brows must reach your hairline at that. “stop, satoru. don’t say that! you can’t mean it–fuck, you’re supposed to be married to a kamo or zen’in girl so you can keep making powerful gojo’s right? isn’t that what you always said in school?” 

“you’d give me powerful gojo’s.” he smirks, breaking the barrier of the bathroom’s threshold by stepping closer to you, leaning down to be on face level. “i was only trying to make you jealous sugar! just like this whole stunt you’ve been pullin’, dating around to try to find someone that makes you feel like i do? tch, hahahaha—it’s impossible!! just stop it, be mine and be happy like you should be.” he grasps your chin with a surprising gentleness given his unhinged and maniacal laughter, smiling down at you with something you recognize as his power-trip going off the rails—but. 

but you’d be lying if you said you were scared. he’s declaring his love for you in the most profound way possible, however crazy it–and he–may be. and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t absolutely see right through you. he has the six eyes after all, you should have known he knew what you were trying to do. you were trying to numb the pain of never being his…but you were actually manufacturing that whole scenario. you’re the only girl he’s ever seen, and it’s clear from the desperation mixed in with the insanity—he needs you. 

you reach back and flush the toilet, letting the little white pills circle the bowl and disappear entirely. satoru gojo has always been insane. you’ve seen it firsthand on many missions and battles against curses and sorcerers alike. it just surprised you to see him turn that look upon you–but now you know it was just to get your attention. 

though you don’t doubt what he’s capable of, you have no intention of pushing him to find out.

his eyes go from crazy to ravenous in seconds. you’ve accepted his proposal with hardly any effort and he intends to show you the difference between his sweet hookups and his passionate need to claim the woman of his dreams. 

“so you…scared off all those guys?” you ask, raising a brow as your face still rests in his clutches. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, nodding vigorously. 

“sure did, princess. i was trying to let you figure it out on your own…” he sighs, brushing your hair back behind your ears as his eyes scan over your body again. he needs to feel you. “but you’re not a quick learner, hence why i’m on plan b.” he winks, scooping you over his shoulder moments later. he puts you on your bed, the short walk made shorter by his teleportation. he’s just too impatient, brain swelling with the flashing images of you in traditional wedding attire and round with his heir. it all feels within reach now, and he has to try it out now. “gonna show you how bad i love you–you’ll never go anywhere else.” he mutters, lanky frame swallowing up your body, hips pinning yours to the bed beneath you. “you’re gonna give me a gojo and you’re gonna look so fucking good doing it.” he mutters, lips attaching to your neck reminiscent of the way they have a million times. though this time, there’s intention behind it—or well. this time you’re aware of the intention behind it. 

in all your times together, his dirty talk has been contained to praising your body and how good you feel to him. his incantations to knock you up has your heart beating funny and wetness pooling between your legs. you make a soft gasp sound for him, elongating your neck to let him leave real marks of possession where you’ve previously resisted. your body writhes and twists under his as his teeth knick and nip bruises into your skin. he’d spell his own name with them if he could, even a ring and a baby wasn’t enough in his eyes. he needs the world to know you’re his, that you’ll always be by his side, that you were born to be his. 

“that pesky birth control��s gonna have to wear off though–so we have time to get married before you get pregnant–if that matters to you.” he moans at the idea, hands sliding under your top to push it over your head. his mouth moves to suck the swells of your tits once they’re exposed to him, humming out his satisfaction at the warm skin. your head digs back into the mattress—mind absolutely drunk on his affection and devotion. it’s all you’ve ever wanted and now it’s right here, and from the man you’ve always wished you could have—how could you ever deny him again? 

your hands pull at the fabric on his back, hips bucking up for a source of friction. he breaks away from marking up your chest to bare his to you, throwing his t-shirt into some corner of your room to be forgotten about until tomorrow. this wouldn’t be your room much longer anyway–you’ll be moved into the estate within the next two days, he wouldn’t be able to live without you now. then he’s pushing you up towards the headboard, ripping off your lounge shorts to reveal those cute panties he knows you wear when you’re trying to impress him. color him fucking thrilled at your puffy pussy lips indenting the fabric around them, making him groan at the sight. he thumbs at your clit through the cotton, sparkling eyes flickering between the growing wet spot in your panties and the adorable scrunches of your nose and the pinch of your brow from the pleasure he’s dishing out before he’s even really touching you. you’re so cute he can’t pace himself, needing to consecrate your importance to him in the best way he knows how. 

you help him get you out of your underwear, shamelessly spreading for him after hundreds of rendezvous—you’ve lost your shyness and he loves it, loves seeing your neediness for him in the glaze of your pretty doe eyes and the way you swing your hips around to beg for his attention. “tell me you love me.” he hums, nosing apart your pussy lips. his cock throbs at the scent, and you feel goosebumps break out across your skin at his command. 

“you’re the one for me, sato. i love you.” you whisper so intimately he can feels his cursed energy pulsing like the rest of him. he groans, submerging his face in your cunt with a genuine pleasure you’ve only seen from him. he loves eating you out, loves the taste of you on his tongue—loves how your noises only rile him into fucking the bed, whining and grunting with his own neediness that he could only unleash once he’s properly readied you for it. 

“you taste so fucking good baby…so sweet down my throat. get loud, i don’t care it’s an apartment. you’ll be moving out soon anyway.” he smirks, latching onto your clit to make your legs jolt like they always do. it makes him giggle every time, and the vibrations feel even better against your sensitive bundle. he rolls it around his tongue, letting his index finger explore the wetness he’s helping you create. he pokes into your entrance, knowing how violently you craved something inside. his thoughts are confirmed by the way you clench around the digit, whining and bucking into it for more. he’s more than happy to oblige, finger fucking you with two long and thick fingers while his tongue works overtime on your clit. he loves watching you at this part, enamored by your face as your hips involuntarily jump from the bed, smacking your clit into his nose instead of his skilled tongue. 

your entire body is warm, jerking like you’re receiving electrical shocks from the pleasure satoru reigns down, gasping and sputtering on the edge of orgasm just a few minutes after he started. it’s always like this with him–though this time was special because you knew your life was changing before your very eyes—that satoru’s energy was growing so rapidly because he’s letting go of all kinds of stress and pent up frustration and anger. “please—wanna cum please sato–”

“daddy. i’m daddy now. ask daddy nicely.” he chuckles as he leans his head against his free hand, curling his fingers into the spot he knows so well just to watch your mouth drop and eyes widen in absolute blissful shock. you nod–brain fuzzy from his constant teasing and his new nickname. 

“daddy!! yes—daddy! please, oh my god—daddy let me cum!” you sound so good when you say it–it’s all he ever wants to hear for the rest of his life. he can’t wait for you to make him a real daddy. 

“oh missus gojo can do anything she wants.” he coos as if he didn’t make you expressly beg for permission, lowering his face to your cunt again with precise licks, shoving your hood back to absolutely abuse your sensitivity. your legs develop a mind of their own and you’re spiraling over the edge before you can understand what he’s doing. floating balls of color cover your vision and you scream his name just as loud as he wanted. he grins in satisfaction, hands resting on your knees so he can push himself forward for a sloppy kiss; slick covered lips sliding against yours so you could taste your own essence via his tongue shoving its way in your mouth with a hearty moan. you match his eagerness, making out with satoru with more passion than ever before–because you both have the security of knowing it’s real this time. he maneuvers his hips until his leaky tip catches on your hole, his breath shaky as before he shoves in like he always does. you squeeze him so tight it’s not hard to believe why he lost his fucking mind over this pussy. he truly would do anything to make you his, thank god you didn’t put up a fight. 

“fuuuuck–” he whines a little, finding it nearly impossible to even move in the first place. you feel the burn of his fat and lengthy shaft parting your walls like they routinely do, mouth dropped wide open in pleasure. satoru hovers inches away from your face, so close that the ends of his hair tickle your forehead as he picks your legs up—holding you by the back of the ankles before he sets a brutal pace. his nuts clap into your ass from the way he moves, length curving just right to fill you to the brim. he doesn’t even have to try all that hard to bottom out against your cervix, finding the way you moan and twitch so adorable. “this is why you have to be my wife—i need you for life, sweetheart.” 

your eyes widen at that declaration–though you already realized that satoru would never let you out of his clutches again. you knew he would marry you as quickly as possible based off of his desire to also knock you up as quickly as possible—but hearing him call you that, first missus gojo and now his wife, it all felt so real. his cock slamming into you only drilled it in further, his eyes glowing brighter than you’ve ever seen. the air also grows its own electric field, suffocating and thrilling all at the same time. your eyes are glued to him, entranced by the feral look on his face. you try to hold onto him, but he’s moving so punishingly you can’t even get your hands to work, mind and body on cloud nine. “you’re so beautiful. i’ve been in love…with—you–for years now.” he says in between deep breaths, trying to contain all his focus into drilling you unconscious. 

you shudder, feeling that was completely in the realm of possibility. his balls ache, the need to breed you just as heavy as all the other times you’ve come to him to clean up every mess of yours ever since he’s known you, the need to make you his in a way no one else would be allowed to—it’s carnal. he can’t stop until you’re full of his seed and it takes. he needs to see your breasts heavy with milk to feed his baby from. he needs to see you struggle with the weight of your belly so he can urge you to rest and let him serve you like you should be. he needs to see what the combination of your love looks like; what these last ten years of hard work would become. he’s painting your insides white and still pumping just as fast as before, watching your face tick and jerk with the pleasure you’re experiencing as you tip off of your own peak. he grins, shoving that cum as deep as it will go. he stops when he knows your body can’t take anymore, cuddling you to his chest until you fall asleep safe and sound. he has the whole world in his hands, and that’s never been enough. now he can sleep with a genuine smile on his face. he knows your body will regulate in a few months off the birth control—but that doesn’t mean he can’t get plenty of practice until then. after all, he has a problem! he has to breed his pretty little girl best friend turned future wife. 

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 463

He doesn’t react. He never does. You could scream, cry, throw every insult at his blank face, and it wouldn’t matter. He only watches, unmoved, unaffected, like you’re nothing more than a passing curiosity—until you step out of line.

Then, and only then, do you see the real him.

Your cheek stings from the slap, the force of it enough to send you sprawling onto the cold wooden floor. A sharp inhale, and you force yourself not to sob, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the whimper bubbling up. But he notices, of course he does, and the faintest smirk tugs at his lips, gone in an instant.

“You never learn, do you?” His voice is smooth, measured, utterly devoid of warmth. He crouches down, gloved fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze, as empty as ever, bores into you with something far crueler than anger—disappointment. “I thought we discussed this already. Independence is such an ugly trait on you.”

You flinch, glaring. “Go to hell.”

His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing it open, and before you can process what’s happening, he spits into your mouth.

The humiliation burns like acid. You recoil, but he tightens his grip, his other hand closing around your throat in a mockery of a lover’s touch. “Swallow.”

You hesitate. His fingers tighten.

Swallow or pass out. The choice is obvious. You choke it down, a shudder wracking your body as his lips barely twitch in satisfaction.

“That’s a good girl.” His thumb strokes your cheek mockingly before he stands, undoing his belt with casual ease. The quiet clink of metal sends ice down your spine. “Since you insist on acting like a brat, I suppose I’ll have to remind you of your place. Again.”

You try to crawl back, but he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you onto your knees. His cock, heavy and leaking, slaps against your cheek. He watches your reaction closely, clinical, like an observer studying a particularly stubborn subject.

“You always act disgusted, but your body never lies,” he muses, dragging the head across your lips, smearing pre-cum over them. “I think you enjoy this—being put in your place. You’re such a pathetic little thing, really.”

You twist away, a mistake. The back of his hand collides with your cheek, sharp and unforgiving.

“That mouth of yours is only good for three things,” he says, gripping your hair tighter. “Screaming, sucking, and apologizing. Guess which one you’ll be using tonight?”

Before you can protest, he forces himself past your lips, fucking your throat raw and unrelenting, dragging out choked sobs that only fuel his cruelty.

This is what he loves—breaking you, humiliating you, reminding you exactly where you belong.

Beneath him. Always.

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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks, Miles Edgeworth

Arcane: Viktor

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Toya Todoroki, Shouto Todoroki

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Doma, Giyu Tomioka, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Dishonored Series: Anton Sokolov, Daud, The Outsider

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Xiao, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Akira Kunimi, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kei Tsukishima, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Mydei, Nanook, Villain! Sunday

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Ging Freecss, Illumi Zoldyck, Kalluto Zoldyck, Shalnark

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Cruel Hardt, Duke Illuster Starbe, Eduardo Deserte, Nemeseus

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

Kill The Hero: Kim Woo-Jin, Park Yong-Wan, Se Jun-Lee

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Gusion, Granger, Julian, Ling, Xavier

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

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One Punch Man: Atomic Samurai, Bang, Boros, Garou, Genos, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Error! Sans, Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Undertale Chara

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Your Throne: N/A

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[tearsinthewake]

do not talk to me about shouto and touya's relationship i genuinely cannot bear it. the fact that shouto mourned for touya, related deeply to his anger and hatred, fought desperately to save him and kept devotedly wanting to know him and respect him. the fact that shouto's existence reminds touya he wasn't good enough for his father and in his dreams, shouto is not part of the family. shouto is deeply aware of the loathing touya has towards him, while touya has no knowledge of the stubborn love shouto holds for him regardless. it's unbearable and i need to fix their story a thousand times in my head just to feel alright.

[matteglaze]

Thinking abt Barbarian Bakugou that's all of a sudden being forced to help 2 nobles, Prince Todoroki and Princess Reader, cross the Northern border to avoid an arranged marriage with someone of their parents choosing.

Unfortunately for Bakugou, nobles have never been too great at surviving in the wilderness— so he's the one doing most of the work.

Princess Reader whines about her expensive dresses and jewels they had to sell for a couple nights at a dingy bar, and Prince Todoroki just agrees with her.

You're both stubborn, stuck-up brats, is what Bakugou thinks.

"This is unbelievable! Do you even know how expensive that gown is? It's worth more than this entire village— and we only get to spend three nights? In a one bedroom?" Your hands are on your hips as you complain.

Prince Todoroki is silently nodding next to your side, a furrow set between his brows as he says, "if anything, they should be lucky we're even offering to stay here. Once I accumulate enough money on my own, I'll make sure their karma is paid back"

"Yeah!" You cheer beside him, pumping a fist in the air.

Bakugou can't help but think that this is the worst travel he's done by far. Stuck with not one, but two complete idiots.

Then, as your adventures extend and you all get closer to one another (you learn why Shouto's on the run, and you can't help but to relate with him. The pressure noble parents put on their children should be studied— and then even after being the perfect offspring you're still damned to marry a stranger to strengthen the Kingdom. Never about the children's interests, but the Kingdoms. It's something you can both heavily relate to)

But, in the end, the inevitable happens.

2 nobles on the run is just a cause for disaster, though, Bakugou's impressed by how long it took for the kingdom guards to finally capture you all.

Though— it doesn't end too badly. Mostly because the one you're arranged to marry is Prince Todoroki— and the both of you aren't actually adversed to it.

Though, that doesn't mean you won't be taking Bakugou as your personal knight. For both you, and Shouto.

new daydream unlocked ! this is bkg/tdk/reader, no one's unloved here— though I think since reader and Todoroki are both nobles, they have more things to relate to, and that makes Bakugou feel some sort of way.

So I feel like once he does realize his feelings he'll be very, very insecure about it, and battle that insecurity by being more closed off and passive aggressive. Though, in the end it is sorted out, I just wanted to add that bit!

I love angst, maybe I should write some......

[crownofgildedlilies]

sunnie's holiday writing special

december 1-5:

ejiriou kirishima - lazy days

The day off usually means running errands, but not when it's too cold outside. wc. 1.5k

katsuki bakugou - sick days

Katsuki is sick, which means forcing him to slow down. wc. 1.9k

shouta aizawa - late nights

Shouta really ought to expel whoever told Eri that Santa comes every night in December... wc. 3.7k

izuku midoriya - christmas ornament

Izuku really is a perfectionist, even when it comes to decorating for the holidays. wc. 1.6k

tamaki amajiki - hot chocolate

A lot can change in a year, but never Tamaki and hot chocolate. wc. 2.0k

december 6-10:

hanta sero - matching pajamas

Hanta proves everything is just better in matching pajamas. wc. 2.2k

tomura shigaraki - stormed in

Who knew Tomura’s worst nightmare was an apartment and a snow storm? wc. 2.5k

shouto todoroki - snowman

Shouto can’t quite understand the point of making snowmen, but he’s still having fun. wc. 1.3k

denki kaminari - christmas lights

Denki Kaminari should never be put in charge of making plans. wc. 2.2k

eijirou kirishima - snowball fight

There’s nothing more manly than showing off in a snowball fight, right? wc. 1.3k

december 11-15:

touya todoroki - first snow

touya can’t stand the cold, but he’s more stubborn than he’d ever admit. wc. 1.4k

izuku midoriya - fake dating

Izuku really needs a favor. wc. 2.8k

shouto todoroki - fireplace

a mission goes wrong, and a cabin in the mountains becomes a safe house. wc. 1.7k

keigo takami - christmas shopping

keigo is a busy man, but it’s the holiday season, after all. wc. 1.4k

katsuki bakugou - gingerbread house

delicate gingerbread and a hot temper? Katsuki’s in trouble. wc. 1.2k

december 16-20:

shouta aizawa - holiday party

shouta contemplates the possibility of expelling his coworkers. 

hanta sero - mistletoe

hanta has an incredible amount of mistletoe, for some reason.

tamaki amajiki - secret santa

tamaki wants to go home, but he promised to help.

denki kaminari - blackout

no power? no problem! denki kaminari to the rescue. 

shouta aizawa - christmas dinner

shouta can’t keep a secret. or rather, others can’t keep his secrets. 

december 21-25:

keigo takami - traditions

tba!

hitoshi shinsou - cookies

tba!

izuku midoriya - presents

tba!

touya todoroki - first christmas

tba!

katsuki bakugou - ???

tba!

extras...

I'll be making a taglist for this! let me know if you want to be added

a lot of this is prewritten, so (fingers crossed) I should be able to stay on schedule!

every 5 days I'll release the next set of previews

I love christmas.

LOVE christmas

thank you for even reading this far!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

[mintmatcha]

Bakugo starts to really reflect one night after having drinks with his coworkers, the shine in your eyes and the gentle smile aimed his way plaguing his mind all night. He can hear Cami in the shower singing to whatever pop rock shit they have on the radio these days, but it does little to interrupt the whirlwind of thoughts and memories clattering about in his mind.

'Look at them,' you had said softly tonight, gesturing to a pair of coworkers in a corner booth. 'They're so stinking cute together. It would be nice to have that myself, y'know?'

No, he doesn't know. He didn't have the most stellar role models in that department, he's hesitantly come to accept. Feeling defeated, Bakugo pulls a worn suitcase from the corner of the bedroom onto the bed, empty and waiting.

'Are you really thinking of going through with marrying Cami?' Uraraka said last year at a holiday party. 'I mean, she's really... intense. And not in a good way.'

An intensity that matched mine, Bakugo thought as he pulled handfuls of clothes from his side of the dresser. Thought that was what we both needed.

'You're engaged to Cami?? Wow, that's... that's great, Kacchan.' Deku couldn't hide his grimace when he told him the news.

You've always been shit at poker faces, nerd. Haphazardly, the suitcase is half full of what he deemed were essentials.

'Bakubabe, your grandmother's ring doesn't look good on her,' Mina had said with eyebrows raised. He'd chosen to ignore the double meaning and had growled out some retort instead. By now, the suitcase is so full that the zipper almost doesn't close all the way. Hefting it onto the floor, it weighs like nothing compared to his head and his heart; Bakugo wheels it to the front door, pointedly not looking at the signs of his life he shared with Cami littered throughout the house.

'Katsuki, I'm saying this as your best friend, but she is not good for you; please think about this! You're always fighting, and she's always making something up to cause nothing but trouble. That's not healthy!' Ei, that sunshine idiot, he thinks while tying his shoes. Maybe I should have listened to him a little more, been a little less stubborn. He's only been this adamant about her. Might've saved me years of my life.

Bakugo straightens out slowly, fishing his keys from his pocket to clench tight. The pain gives him something to focus on for a brief moment, steeling his resolve and his final decision.

"'It's not too late. You could still quit.'" He chuckles mirthlessly to himself. "Looks like I was talking to myself that day too, huh?" One last deep breath. "Whelp, here fucking goes."

The walk out to his car feels like a lifetime, but when he arrives at Deku's place unannounced, he surprisingly feels marginally lighter than his overstuffed suitcase.

It's the worst sleep of his life.

He can hear Izuku and Shouto through the walls, whispering about how long he's going to be on their couch. It's intercut with the incessant buzzing of his phone across the carpet, Cami's calls rolling in over and over again. She read the note he left, the explanation that he needs space, time and silence- but she's refusing to give him any of that. she threatens him and herself and you until his phone dies.

(a charger. the only thing he forgot)

But when he wakes up in the morning, at the ass crack of dawn, a kink in his neck the size of fucking Texas, he feels better than he has in a long while. He uses a couple of the kitchen pans and cooks a simple breakfast: Omelets, with a little bit of cream cheese and a whole lot of butter, the way his grandmother taught him.

[azure-arsonist]

Yeah, a list would make me feel better ngl

Reasons why it's entirely possible that dabi will ultimately be fine and you guys can calm down:

He's defied grim medical diagnosis before (re ujiko saying he only has a month and was GENUINELY SURPRISED he was alive 8 years later)

There's no reason why medical science wouldn't rapidly advance with ujikos research (He's still alive) and Mei Hatsume's inventions. Even without ujiko I'm pretty sure he'd be okay

Endeavor has no shortage of money to pour into medical research for Touya or his quality of life

He's a spiteful bitch we've seen how far he can go driven by hate, given his reconciliation with Shouto imagine what he could do driven by love or stubbornness or spite or tenacity or whatever. If he's driven to live, he'll live, and from what we've seen this chapter, he does want to live

His tears were actual tears which leads me to think he's healed them/grown them back after a short time in the tube, if that's the case it's not unreasonable to assume he'd heal a lot more with more tube time.

If tomura is back and has the reconstruction part of his quirk that'd be an easy fix

If we all kiss him better he'll be fine 💙

[inkykeiji]

Clari you talking about ur old doc reminds me of when I wrote a piece about the league of villans with my ex bf I wanted to fuck up the piece since it was never finished but it’s still there somewhere…geez…uff

DO IT ANON DOOOO ITTT I SUPPORT YOU!!! i was also rereading another unfinished piece i wrote for her which was even more trashy than my dragon king bakugou fic because it was our OC x katsuki x shouto x izuku college au and i kinda wanna pick that one back up for her too HAHAHA

[delusionalmultilingual]

IMAGINE SHOUTO TODOROKI BEING INJURED AND HIS LOVER THOUGHT THEY LOST HIM!!!

"Shouto?" Almost a cry came from your voice as you lifted large parts of concrete off the demolished grounds. Blood and sweat staining your clothes as well as debris and dust from the collapsed building.

The areas surrounded was rubble. Destroyed. The building collapsed after one of the villains in the area used a earth shaking quirk in the vicinity of 100 metres. Catastrophic, the evacuation protocol didn't even take place. And the villian was nowhere to be found.

You knew he bad to be nearby somewhere, he was right next to you before this whole shitshow happened. It was difficult to remember, it must have been at least 2 hours before you woke up underneath a large slab of cement. Was your ankle sprained? Yes. Your arm? Broken. But surprisingly you weren't dead, you weren't able to say for some other people.

The rescue team already found 8 dead people, all civilians, all innocent. A man who spotted the rubble moving above you quickly called over three more people, the all lifted you up and identifying you immediately. Ushering to get you medical attention, however your stubbornness leads you to wandering helplessly through the demolished buildings. A sad attempt of finding your husband of 2 years, boyfriend of 7 years.

Your voice was cracked and hoarse, holding your arm in pain and trying to find him. You just want him. Nothing else matters right now. "Shouto!" Cracked screams come from you as you slip and knock your arm on some old pipes in a column.

"Shouto!" Another pained yell came from your weakened state, sure. You've fought in situations like this, but the adrenaline of the fight was gone. Maybe it was more or less shock at the time.

Falling to your knees, weak and still probably concussed. You stand back up shakily, limping through the destroyed area, spotting soke blood stains on the dust covered concrete.

Your eyes widen as you get closer, running as best as you could before falling beside him. "Shouto!" A guttural cry came from deep inside of your throat, trying to throw the large slab off his blood soaked body.

His bicoloured hair was stained with a film of dust and blood, specks of cement on his face. Using one arm you manage to push the slab off him in three minutes before cupping his face with your non injured arm and begging him, begging him to stay. Screaming for someone to help you, help him.

"Please Shou... Don't fucking leave me!"

You scream at him, propping his head on your chest, your hero costume had been ripped and damaged. Holding his body with one arm as you weakly cried against his forehead.

"Shouto!" You scream at him against, only feeling his cold skin against your warm skin, a film of dust covering his beaten state, Blood over his face and cuts on him.

Sobbing and shaking him, some rescue team members were running towards the two of you, hearing your cry they stopped feet away from you. Watching as you were clearly unconsolable about the loss of him.

A slight movement came from him that you didn't feel, his arm twitching and his eyes opening to see your closed and tear stained one's watching you mourn and cursing at him, begging him to not go.

The rescue team took notice of the fact he wasn't dead and tried to move you so they could assess him but you pushed them away, not knowing they were trying to help before a weak and shaky hand also cups your face.

"I'm okay... Let them..." His voice was weak and quiet, this was something you never usually see. The fact he hides his weakened state with many other people.

More tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced him and kissed his face. Not caring about the sweat and muck on his cheek, he was alive.

[sugarwarachan]

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: feeling sad about the todoroki brothers and wrote about shouto pining hard. cws: angsty, shouto's messy thoughts on touya x nurse!reader, the todoroki family's wack-ass dynamics

the last time shouto ever really held his brother was years ago, when touya was exhausted and dying and angry, the boiling-hot slick of his skin rolling icy-hot under shouto's palm.

it's hard to remember how much touya hated him, even harder still to reconcile the image of his brother now with the man brought into the hospital all those years ago. his rehabilitation has been slow. countless surgeries and months of physical therapy have finally brought him a degree of relief, but the prosthetics still irritate his skin and it's a rare day when he can feed himself.

"i want more than fuckin' jello."

shouto can't help but chuckle at his brother's tone from across the room. it's always better to keep his distance when touya's back from surgery.

"too bad," is your inevitable reply. you've been touya's nurse for the past year and a half, a position normally held for a week or so. touya noted you've stayed on this long because you don't take any shit. "you got out of the OR only a few hours ago." you spoon a bite into his mouth, his scowl at being waited-upon like this evident.

shouto doesn't understand his displeasure. if anything, it looks...nice. domestic. something soft and hazy that neither brother knows much about, which is how he realizes his expression matches touya's fervent, hopeful longing.

he turns away to check his phone, ears burning.

visiting his brother is a necessity. shouto wouldn't divert from this routine any more than he would stop writing to his mother, but his brain's commitment has not caught up with his heart.

"why do they keep dragging me back there?" touya snarls. his mood is particularly foul today; the pain must be bad. "it's not like they're gonna make this ugly mug any prettier."

"improving your quality of life matters," you say, a bite in your voice. "and stop calling yourself ugly. it's not healthy."

you turn to him calmly, a gentle smile on your face. he wipes his own clear. "shouto, tell your brother how much words matter."

touya saves him from replying, which is best, because shouto never quite knows what to say after you ask something of him. "god woman, i get enough of this in therapy. give it a rest."

the set of your jaw is stubborn as you stare him down.

"fine. i suppose you'll just have to record a journal entry later to help you better reflect." you smile sweetly, a hint of flirtation lighting up your eyes. "well, i'll leave you two alone now. come get me when you're done," you say to shouto before closing the door behind you.

"weaponizing a man's own therapy journal against him, honestly." touya shakes his head, a dopey grin spreading across his face. "can you believe her?"

shouto might not always know how to respond to people, but he knows that question isn't meant for him to answer.

they catch up in their awkward, patched-up way, and when he stands to leave, he tries not to let the look of relief on touya's face hurt too much.

you're waiting outside with more jello. a playful grimace dances on your lips. "his favorite," you say, shaking the cup and shouldering your way into the room.

"more?!" he hears touya shout, followed by your giggle, high and bright.

you're good for him. in his way, touya is good for you, too.

and yet -

his desire to snatch away one of the good things in his brother's life is probably the most villainous thing about himself.

he doesn't have the stomach for betrayal, doesn't even really have the will, but thoughts swirl in his head nonetheless. shouto can't imagine a world where he can live outside of his family's name, one where he might fall in love and marry in a quiet ceremony.

but he can imagine those things for touya.

and he tell himself that's enough.

[imustbeimaginary]

Summaries of AUs that only exist in my head:

and we'll take the long way home

"Here," Midoriya blurts out, shoving a piece of paper in his hands. "That's ah. That's my address. And my number. So if you ever need a place to stay- or just! Just want to hang out, I guess, we could- go to my place? Or the park or the beach or anywhere, really. Not that you can't go there anyway, hah, but-"

"Midoriya," he cuts in. Opens his mouth, closes it. Hesitates. Then: "Thank you. I'll text you."

---

In a world where the dorms system is never implemented, Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto hang out on rooftops, wander the city, run from the police, get shipped, get banned from McDonalds, try very hard to flirt and only succeed on accident. Not necessarily in that order.

(Or, in a world where the dorms system is never implemented, they take the long way home)

2. here's to the ones that we got

"Okay. Okay so I know this is really, really hard to believe but I need you to bear with me, here." Izuku pauses and examines Todoroki to make sure he is bearing with him, here. Then continues, very fast: "I'm haunted."

"I believe you."

"I know how it sou- wait what."

"Midoriya," Todoroki says gravely "You are the last good person on earth. I would believe you if you told me that cartoon birds do you hair every morning. This is nothing."

----

So the thing is- Izuku is almost definitely haunted. This is, possibly, a Problem. Fortunately he has a ride-or-die best friend whom he trusts more than anything to confide in. Unfortunately, his best friend is fucking bonkers and probably owns a tin-foil hat.

Staring down Todoroki, who has an excited gleam in his eyes, an Oujia board, and three pots filled with liquids of suspicious origin, Izuku realises that he may have made a miscalculation.

(Alternatively, the vestiges try their hand at matchmaking)

3. BURY MY FEET IN CEMENT

'I'm sorry I didn't know you when we were kids. I would have iced the bruises on your back.' (-unknown)

----

Shouto feels almost betrayed as they hear the sounds of people slowly, carefully removing the rubble poised perilously over their heads. Why couldn't they have waited another hour? He-he doesn't want to leave yet. But he glances at his new(first)(and probably last) friend and says: "I guess this is it."

Another piece is removed and beams of sunlight penetrate through the cracks and make patterns on the floor. Izuku reaches across and takes his hand and squeezes. "No," he says, with more stubbornness and certainty than his nine-year old frame should logically be able to contain. "It isn't"

----

Most of the time, your childhood friendships are a matter of proximity- maybe you're neighbours or classmates or maybe your parents are friends.

But sometimes, and only sometimes, you get stuck in a building collapse together for two to three hour, confess your tragic backstories, imprint on each other like semi-confused, traumatized ducklings and go to ridiculous lengths to keep in touch. An Oh My God, They Were Childhood Friends AU

[haine-kleine]

Screaming crying throwing up about this brilliant visual storytelling. Both of the brothers having the same picture of their family in the background. The only part visible beyond Dabi is his father, he is the only part of the family Dabi is focused on. Dabi hiding his eyes, his true expression behind his hands, preventing himself from looking, leaving only a madman grin that is permanently etched into his face visible. Enji staring back at him with a solemn, determined expression, a picture of a hero before the fight with the final boss.

Shouto having his mother and two siblings behind him, looking with determined but earnest, supportive expressions. They have his back! Shouto is looking down, inside of himself, no longer dependent on his family members to make decisions, he wants to come up with the solution on his own. He's grown so far! His face is more open than ever, even his bangs not covering his expression anymore. Both the ice and fire sides of him working together, the trauma associated with them not forgotten. He is his father's masterpiece son, his mother's child who got hurt by her, Fuyumi and Natsuo's youngest brother, as well as Touya's. Shouto accepts all of these statuses, and he doesn't want to lose any of his family members.

The two sets of overlaid pictures are connected in more ways than one. Rei, Fuyumi and Natsuo's support of Shouto contrasted with Enji's conflict with Touya is one. Another is the three family members and Enji looking at each other. His stubborn, upset expression - accepting the guilt and the blame he holds for ruining their lives, Rei's open but almost cold, frozen expression, Fuyumi's unsure, wistful one, Natsuo's face looking like younger, broken version of Endeavour's. They are finally confronting their family situation that went unaddressed for twenty years, all the ugly avoided feelings about to be laid out in the open.

The third connection between the pictures, the catalyst for this confrontation, for the family's festering wound bursting - the contact between the youngest and oldest sons. The masterpiece and the failed masterpiece. The beloved son and the abandoned ghost. They aren't looking at each other yet, but their conflict is the focal point of the family's. The two boys who were born for the same purpose, and both tried their hardest to succeed at it. The ones who could understand each other better than anyone else, the ones who barely know each other. While Shouto is extremely open and at peace, having already accepted all facets of himself, Dabi barely looks like Touya, actively inserting the disconnect between the two personas. Denying Shouto the chance of getting to know his brother Touya, throwing the villain Dabi at him. The scars, the staples, the feral grin - this is all he is willing to offer to Shouto. For now.