#therapy with Shouto

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Izuku, talking about his therapy session: and hound dog said that not all social interactions have to be stressful and anxiety inducing, or have some greater meaning hidden amongst them

Izuku: like, what? Am I just supposed to talk to people? About what? My life? No one wants that sob story

Shouto: *nodding in agreement*

Shouto: people will ask you to tell them about yourself, but they don’t specify. Do you want to know why my father doesn’t love me, or my favorite food?

Shouto: and the funny thing is that my father doesn’t even know the answer to either of those questions

Izuku 🤝Shouto

Mic, on the phone: I’m going to need two- no. Three emergency mental health counseling sessions for Midoriya izuku, Todoroki Shouto, and also myself

[birinboom]

One Moment of Forever

Todoroki Shouto x ReaderWord count: 1,786 Summary: When Shouto is forced to take a break from work due to a quirk injury, the two of you decide to go on a camping trip to your favorite lakeside spot.

Genre: Fluff, established relationships, camping, nature therapy, pet names (love) Note: My entry for andypantsx3’s pretty boy summer collab. This fic is also a part of the @ficsforgaza initiative - thank you so much to those who sponsored it!! 💖💖💖 Check out my list of WIP's here! This is my first time writing Shouto, not sure I got him exactly right…

Your oar slips through the water, near-silent. The air is full of the song of birds. A couple take off from a tree, weaving between each other in a dance, their wings skirting the water of the river before they land in a tree on the opposite bank. You can’t help but smile at the scene.

Water laps at the bow of the canoe. Behind you, Shouto is quiet. Content with just sitting in silence, enjoying the early morning. It’s one of the things you love about him. He’s just as happy in a comfortable silence as he is listening to you talk. He doesn’t mind either way.

Leaves rustle on the riverbank and a doe steps out from the undergrowth, moving towards the river to drink. You suck in a quiet breath as first one fawn, then a second, follow the doe. They’re small, their legs still unmanageable, white spots bright against tawny fur. You can’t imagine them being more than a few days old. 

Shouto shifts behind you, steering the canoe further towards the opposite bank in an attempt to keep the doe from bolting. Your head swivels as you slowly drift by, watching the fawns nurse, their little tails wiggling happily. When you deem them at a safe distance, you turn fully, beaming at Shouto.

“So cute!” you whisper.

He responds with a soft smile. “Very.”

You look at him for a moment. It’s early enough that the sky is still a gorgeous display of orange and pink, rising sun hidden behind the trees. The light limns him with gold. Despite having lived together for years, you are still occasionally struck by just how beautiful he is. Especially at moments like this, outlined in soft morning gold, a gentle breeze playing with his hair. He looks ethereal, like some immortal being from a fairytale.

Shouto tilts his head, puzzled.

“Is everything alright, love?”

You smile at him. 

“Yeah. Just admiring the view.”

You have Bakugou to thank for this experience, you reflect as you pull the canoe onto the narrow strip of sand surrounding the lake. He was the one who introduced Shouto to camping long before the two of you met; and he was the one who introduced both of you to this campsite. It’s one of your favorite places to spend a few days off with Shouto. It’s small, but very well kept. Top tier amenities. And being a campsite specifically for pro heroes and their families, it requires reservations, meaning it’s never crowded. Any heroes you’ve run into on your previous stays would do a brief smile and nod -at most a moment of small talk- before they move on. They want to relax and unwind just as much as the two of you do. No one wants to talk about work.

This time, though, the campsite is empty except for you and Shouto. You were lucky -so to speak- that Shouto’s quirk-strain happened during the off season or the place would’ve been fully booked. He’s on strict orders to only use his quirk for emergencies and to spend his time off in rest and relaxation. And this campsite is the most relaxing vacation spot you’ve come across so far.

Clouds blow in later in the morning, the gentle pitter-patter of rain steady against your tent. Shouto has dozed off while you read, his breathing soft and even. Every breath weaves together with the sound of the rain, with the smell of petrichor. You find it difficult to keep your eyes open. Then Shouto rolls onto his side, one arm draping around your middle. He pulls you closer, face pressing into your neck. His body is sleep-warm, his arm laying heavily over you. 

You can’t resist anymore. “Fine!” you mumble, putting your book away and settling in for a nap.

Shouto mumbles something in reply, pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.

The rain has stopped by the time you wake. Shouto is still asleep, molded against your back, clinging to you as he usually does. He once confessed while only half awake that he worried you would leave. That someone would steal you away. The confession happened years ago; you’ve shown him time and again that you’re not going anywhere, that this unknown someone would have to drag you away kicking and screaming. And still he clings to you like a burr while asleep. You don’t really mind, though. If that is what he needs to sleep peacefully, then you’re more than happy to relax into his warm embrace. It makes you feel treasured and safe. And you’ve grown so accustomed to Shouto’s arms around you that you find it difficult to sleep when he isn’t next to you.

Shouto stirs. You more feel than hear the soft groan he lets out as he wakes. Almost as if his body is fighting to stay asleep. He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“What time is it?” he mumbles, voice rough from sleep.

“About 2,” you reply, rolling over to press your face into Shouto’s neck. “You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“No,” he replies, sounding more awake. “If I do, I will be unable to sleep tonight. I would rather spend my time with you.” 

You spend a while cuddling, talking, basking in each others’ company. Something you both feel doesn’t happen nearly often enough in your daily lives. Then you carry on with your day.

The ground is slick under your feet. Each step you take is carefully measured. You’d forgotten just how steep part of the trail looping around the lake is. A hike right after a rainfall wasn’t your brightest idea. Still, the view is amazing.

You pause at the top of the last hill, wiping your brow. The lake spreads out in front of you, waters reflecting the gray skies. You can see your tent by the beach, a splash of red amongst green. It reminds you of the first ripe berry on a bush.

The thought of berries makes your stomach growl. It’s almost time for dinner.

You turn to Shouto. He looks completely unbothered by the ascent, not a hint of a flush on his face, his breathing calm and even. It’s unfair sometimes, how effortless physical exertion can be for him. At the same time you’re quite satisfied not having to fight villains on a regular basis.

“Ready for the last stretch?” you ask.

Shouto just nods.

You start down the hill, every step careful. Turning your head, to take one last peek at the view. 

And then you slip.

Your back instantly collides with Shouto’s chest, his arms coming up to steady you. He seems as solid as a boulder, waiting patiently as you get your feet back under you. You have half a mind to just sag in his arms and demand he carry you back down the trail. You know he would do it in a heartbeat. But he’s meant to rest.

“Are you alright, love?” he asks when you don’t move.

You sigh in defeat, finally standing up straight. “I’m fine,” you say, looking back at him. “Just surprised.”

Shouto returns your gaze, lips pressed tight with silent concern. You look at him for a moment, before your eyes flick to the sky behind him. The clouds are the same steely-gray hue as his right eye. You can almost see them roll as they’re blown away. The sky should be clear soon.

The sun breaks out almost as if on cue, slanted early-evening rays highlighting the soft waves on the lake, the water sparkling. You point it out to Shouto.

“A quick dip before dinner?” you ask.

Shouto just looks at you for a moment. “It will not be too cold for you?”

You scoff. “Only one way to find out!”

You stare into the glowing embers of the campfire, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. 

The dip in the lake was a less-than-great idea. Despite being heated from the hike, and despite making sure your hair stayed dry, you can still feel the chill of the water. It wasn’t too bad as long as you kept moving. Still, you’re happy that the two of you decided on spicy curry for dinner tonight.

Shouto shifts next to you.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks. 

“Better,” you reply. “Still a bit cold, but the hot food is helping.”

“Would you like to come on a brief walk with me?” he asks.

You look at him for a moment. “To where? It’s almost dark.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Shouto’s lips. “To the store by the office. I thought an after dinner treat might be in order.”

You stand, beginning to put out the fire. “Better hurry then, they close soon.”

The little store run by the office is stocked with a few necessities and of course snacks. But you notice something you haven’t seen before on your way to the till. Fireworks.

You stop, tugging on Shouto’s sleeve. Pointing at the small display, you ask, “Wanna get some sparklers?”

The two of you take the sparklers down to the beach, and -much to your protest- Shouto lights them with his quirk, claiming that such a small effort it would be no hindrance in his recovery.

You both crouch on the sand, watching the sparklers burn. Peeking at Shouto for a moment, you find his focus trained on the sparkler in his hand, the sparks reflecting in his eyes. You look away again, trying your best to curb your laughter. He is like a little kid sometimes, behaving like he is experiencing something for the very first time. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

You sit still long after the last sparkler has died out, pressed against Shouto’s warmer side, his arm looped around your back. The lake is quiet, the reflections of stars bobbing on its soft waves. You turn your face skyward, a silent breath escaping you at the beauty above. Turning to Shouto, you see the stars reflected in his eyes, much like the sparklers did earlier.

Burrowing closer against him, you press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m happy we came here,” you say, laying your head on his shoulder, “even if it was because of your injury.”

Shouto hum in agreement, then you feel his lips brush against the top of your head. 

The two of you sit for a while longer, watching the stars, enjoying the quiet night. 

We should make sure to spend more time like this, you think. The two of you enjoying each other’s company. Watching the world go by. 

One moment of forever with him.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks (on and off anon) are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Em 💖

[rabbitsonthemoon]

I love the subversion of expectations in My Hero Academia. There's Torodoki Shouto, who seems like a cold-hearted and cruel kid until you realize he actually just doesn't know how to Human™ and his real personality is a sassy marshmallow. Once you realize he's harmless, you may use him as a space heater, an ice cream maker, a tea warmer, whatever you need. He will be confused but trusting. Handle him with care.

Just don't ask him about his family, you will get Traumatic Backstoried™ and he will casually say the most unhinged shit until you want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put him somewhere safe and comfy.

Here's a teacher who looks like a homeless person who's lazy and seems to enjoy being cruel. Actually he's more of a sleeping lion who will absolutely fuck you up singlehandedly if you lay a hand on his students, and also those naps he takes are the only sleep he gets, and also he doesn't actually take any pleasure in being strict, he just really doesn't want any of his students to get killed while training for this incredibly deadly job, and decided it was practical to take on the role. He'd actually rather just be buried in a pile of cats while wearing hot pink sweatpants, situated somewhere strategic so he can supervise his problem children until they graduate.

Also he'd die or mutilate himself to protect you without hesitation. He's just that kind of hero.

Don't look too deeply into his depression or you will want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put him next to Torodoki. And he might actually let you, if he's tired enough. You ever seen those videos of someone wrapping a cat like a burrito. Yeah. That but it's a dishevelled Pro Hero in his 30's. You may also burrito his three adopted humans. (Eri, Shinsou, Present Mic)

[i-cant-find-a-damn-name]

✨Bonus :✨

Dadzawa: Okay midorya, todoroki you guys need therapy!

[nightowl1556]

Redemption Arc Therapy Incorrect Quotes #361 (Catradora meets Bakudeku)

Adora: Sooo.... How long have you and Bakugo been dating?

Midoriya: Oh, three years!

Catra: Who's that? Does he always follow you two around?

Bakugo: That's our third-wheel.

Todoroki: Hello.

[randomveyn]

mum sent me this but all i can think of is dabi and shoto 💀

[baybugg]

When your ✨babygirl✨ is an emotionally unstable/constipated man who has some sort of fire powers…. Oops

[i-am-lost-sos]

This is just me yapping about my views on the Todoroki Family and Endeavor that no one asked for. Feel free to let me know your point of view or difference in opinions, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Warning: todoroki family spoilers, mentions of abuse, divourse,

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As a character, I think Endeavor is incredibly interesting and since I started mha four years ago, the Todorokis got my heart. That being said, if this man were a real person, my reaction would have been similar to Natsuo’s and I believe Rei should 1000% divorce him. To much has happened to try for love at this point.

I can see that he is repenting everyday for his very very horrible mistakes. Yet Endeavor can change all he wants, it doesn't change the damage he did and that he thought it was completely okay. The mistakes you make can be forgiven but never truly forgotten, especially ones that big. Rei needs a divorce, not to 'see how much he has changed and fall in love with this "changed man"'. Just because he changed for the better doesn't cancel out the hurt he had done. 

Furthermore, I can't help but feel that his primary reasons for changing are egotistic by nature. True remorse is to acknowledge the depths of his wrongs towards his family and changing because he realizes that those wrongs are practically unforgivable.

Instead, it appears to me that his main reason for changing is to make his family (specifically Shoto) see that he will work for betterment because his original goal to surpass All Might is no longer apart of the picture after he retired. (The erge to beat All Might is no longer clouding his judgment.)

It's still about "image" just in a different context. It's not really for the sake of the people he hurt, it's to make himself feel better. Sure, he doesn't force them to forgive him; but it's like someone just saying sorry because they feel bad now, which is guilt. To be clear, he should feel awful for what he has done. Abuse isn’t something you can just say sorry and quickly move on from. 

He took away his childrens’ childhoods, something they can never get back. I believe it would be good for the kids to forgive him so they don’t hold resentment everytime they are reminded of him but that doesn’t mean they should try to establish a family bond. In short, the whole family needs years of therapy.

As for my closing thoughts:

As a character, I think his arc has been fantastic and someone I actually want to learn more about. I can’t wait to see more of this family and what they become. Let me know your thoughts!

[mettywiththenotes]

Love how people go "The villains are going to die, it's the only way this is going to end" as if there aren't heroes rn who are spitting blood, grabbing their villains by the front of their shirts and saying "You are getting the help you need whether you like it or not"

[edwardslostalchemy]

ALSLDKFKGLLS

SHOUTO REALLY WENT "I poured all the training you beat into me as a kid towards strengthening my right side." THIS KID IS DROPPING BOMBS AND NOBODY'S NOTICED. It could be an expression, but given the context of this family dynamic, NO, it's NOT. And he said this in front of endeavor's sidekicks and Izuku and bakugou, I'm SCREAMING 😱.

[shibaraki]

popping in to say i read the first part of little fires + i love where it's going so far. the idea isn't smth i've rlly seen before w this fandom, so it's super intriguing to read. but also - i love how you write touya. his internal voice feels very fitting, especially for the alternate reality ver of him + as always, i really really look forward to seeing what comes next <3

AHH hello my love thank you so much for giving it a read (๑>ᴗ<๑) I’m having a lot of fun! and it’s a relief to know you think his voice fits cause I was fretting a bit about that. dabi and touya are v different yet they are still the same. I thought it important that I stay true to my image of him while still applying it to different circumstances. this ver. of touya does not know the things that dabi knows yet, and what he DOES know he has never truly accepted. so I think I may have set myself up for a lot of pain lmao!!!

I appreciate you and your support more than words can say!! ily and hope you’re having a good start to your week bb <3

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Kaminari: hey, what are you up to?

Shouto, heading to his room: family trauma talk show time.

Kaminari:

Kaminari: what?

Izuku: it’s a thing he does! Every night, he pretends he’s on a talk show and discusses his family trauma and personal grievances

Kaminari:

Kirishima: wouldn’t therapy be better?

Shouto: yes, I do that too

Izuku: this just helps him process his emotions!

Kaminari:

[metablood]

Shouto Todoroki needs help with C-PTSD

Another @febuwhump fanfiction, prompt 2 : Flinching.

Where we explore the mind of Shouto Todoroki.

What, me, not writing another EraserMic? Damn, anything can happen...

[constellationsandroses]

A lot of problems would be solved if the villains went to therapy.

And Bakugo.

And Todoroki.

Just, everyone, go to therapy.

[savetooru]

apostasy

when i was younger i told myself i’d either rack up a body count of five hundred novels before treacherous twenty or i’d give up paper cuts and bleeding ink and find more suitable ways to pluck trembling teeth. it wasn’t going to make me a genius. i knew that. but it was going to scare my father, how i could become anybody i wanted. i assumed most parents fear that their children might one day grow to be cannibals, so i was determined to gobble shit up, right. i’m sure everyone is nodding their heads in assent. yes. back to cannibalism. at an age before all i did was avoid the dentist, the only thing it meant was that you consumed whatever made you tick the most. such as the setting sun. such as dusk, your mother's singing and puff, the magic dragon. such as fa mulan in the 1998 animated musical adventure film, mulan. such as the monster in your closet with your prying eyes and your sunken heart and your dislocated pinky. such as the endless howling of a man responsible for a third of your birth. at some point, the medium ceased to matter. i swallowed hundreds with a belly full of cold flame fury. i was going to eat every word ever spoken or put to pen. i was going to defy death at a great distance. turn my gut into a fireplace where all blasphemy goes to burn. out of barren soil and cracks in the concrete i was going to take all the terrible, timely, taboo and spit it at his feet. i was, also, coincidentally— sixteen. we grow up, theoretically, as the years lay behind us in ratty, dogged sleeping bags, but in no greater instance than the act of consumption. i grew out of a diet better made for wolves in the space of a single character. i learned to let go the way all sixteen year olds learn to let go: i fell in love with a boy trembling, warped in his ire. for all he denied it, the spitting image of his father. (they say a flower cannot choose the field where it blooms, but what of the seed from which its body emerges? everybody has always said we've looked alike. once upon a time, that i was just like you. you, who yelled for the lights i hadn't left on, who swore if i so much as shook in my sleep. was it wrong to wonder if you ever realized how small i used to be, and how big your voice seemed? was it so terrible to resent you for all i'd been made to eat?) about mine: he was old at thirty-five, all tremor-wrought and stout enough to fill in his trousers. he didn’t have to try to scare me then. now young again at fifty-eight he frightens me most in the quiet. in the fleeting half-lucid moments he’ll look down at the only pair of loafers he owns and tell me i’m free to do whatever i want with my life, no matter how much he grinds his soles in contempt. no matter how much he’s dug his heels in my ticking. i know he’s only saying this because he’s scared his heart will stop beating. i’m horrified to find i’m scared his heart will stop beating. every so often i feel sick with acrid attachment and bitter respect. on days he isn't hungry, or cannot stomach our slightly-overcooked rice grains— he is less my father and more an old man. this has run on for much longer than i expected, but in hindsight, opening your mouth is what cannibalism trains one to do. i guess all i'm trying to say is that you didn't ruin me. dad, i'm the biggest, baddest, good thing in the room: after all, i've become the kind of person who forgives you.

[nightowl1556]

How Todoroki and Midoriya met the R.A.T. Gang

Midoriya and Todoroki: *waiting outside of The R.A.T. gang's house after ringing the doorbell*

Midoriya: *already rambling about stuff* -and we haven't seen Kacchan in while. I just think that we should meet his other frien- Wait, what are you looking at?

Todoroki: *looking up*

Midoriya: *looks up and sees Zuko staring down at them through the window. Zuko quickly closes the curtains*

Midoriya: Uh.....what.....?

Todoroki: .......I think Toga's in the house.