#todoroki shoto

[lununnunna]

pro hero shouto magazine cover pro hero shouto magazine cover pro hero shouto magazi— *shot*

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[carefreecoffee]

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙Scars: Shoto Todoroki x reader*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Word count: 774, Gender-Neutral reader

Being a hero was no easy feat. You and Shoto both knew that and with the responsibility came the sacrifices. Not only mentally but physically. Being a hero has done wonders for the both of you in your own respect. Coming home after knowing you did something good for hoards of civilians made your heart clench every time, but there was always a toll. 

A hard one for you to come to terms with were your scars. Littered along your back, chest and legs, even some taking residence along your arms. After years of hero work, it had never gotten easier. 

You arrive home, hero suit tattered and worn. With a sigh, you enter your and Shotos shared bedroom, stripping out of your clothing for a much needed shower. Shoto should arrive in a couple hours, leaving you plenty of time to unwind.

You stepped into the bathroom, turning the water on and letting it take you away. The droplets falling from your shoulders, down your chest and running past every indentation among your skin. Your hands ran along them gingerly, scrubbing off every spec of dirt and grime, ridding you from the day's work.

After a decent cleaning, you stepped out, wrapping the towel along your damp body and entering your shared bedroom. As you got dressed, you glanced at the scars in your full length mirror; the severity of them ranging from pink to a dark red.

You sighed, putting on your undergarments to align with your sleep sweats. However, at this moment, you didn't notice the pair of eyes lingering among your clean form. Shoto stood in the doorway casually in his own hero suit, drinking in the sight of you as if he’d never see you again, his heterochromatic eyes following your every move.

You turn a bit, moving to the closet for a shirt as you notice the lingering man. You jump, covering your arms slightly. 

Now, have you and Shoto seen each other completely bare before? Yes, of course. Has he ever made you feel uncomfortable in the slightest? Absolutely not. But there have been many times where you just can't shake the feeling of vulnerability and maybe even insecurity when it comes to your scratched up appearance.

“Sho, you scared me”

He grins, walking up to you and wrapping his well-toned arms around your body as his eyes met yours. “Sorry love, I didn't mean to.” You can't help but smile at his admittance, “ ‘s okay, Sho, baby” You leaned up, pecking his soft lips before returning to your earlier endeavor. 

As you looked through the closet, you felt his hand run up your sides, entangling around your hips and trailing your back. The action made you tense up, but nothing could top the emotions you felt when feeling his lips trailing your shoulder blades.

“Shoto? What’re you doing, love?” You try to peek at him, only seeing his half and half hair from your peripherals. He hums, “No ones ever kissed you better before”

The sentence takes you aback at first. ‘No ones ever kissed me better?’ In your haze of curiosity, you take notice of a pattern. His long fingers trailed over a relatively big scar along your spine before his lips met it, the cold of his lips meeting the warmth of your back almost agonizingly slow. 

He was kissing your scars.

The one thing you intended to get rid of, to act as if they did not exist or even bother you as much as they did. He was actively kissing them as a means to make them better. You can't help the rate at which your heart picks up nor the tears that seem to prick your eyes. 

He feels you tense up under his touch, his concern growing slightly.

“Everything okay, dear?” His head tried to meet yours as you nodded, pulling out a random shirt and slipping it on quickly. You turned around, his concerned eyes lingering along your features for longer than you had anticipated.

Without another word, you lean into his touch. He silently complies, wrapping his arms around you, his hands running under the shirt to feel the strewn scarring almost lovingly. 

“Thank you, Sho” Your words come out more as a muffled mess in his uniform but he understood you clearly. 

“Of course, my love. I’d gladly do it whenever you need, okay? You deserve to be appreciated; each and every part of you.” He leans in, pecking your forehead and with that comes another long silence- however there was no insecurity. No fear or concern. Just a comfortable silence cherished between the two of you.

[call-me-copycat]

A better stain game show then the one already made

Here's the full thing then!

(In response to the previous ask, also this is my friend @ch33s3mam attempting to mess with me)

[tododekucrumbs]

Izuku’s Melon Soda Float and Shoto’s Calpis Blue Hawaii Juice from the RED° Tokyo Tower fall 2024 collab 💚🩵

[moonriselabyrinth]

I headcanon Shōto can’t ice skate and is just generally bad with snow and ice that isn’t his own. Like he obviously is great at moving on his own ice but the moment is just naturally occurring or just not made by him he is like a little Bambi.

[spatpeople]

Izuku: kacchan can we leave now?!?!?!

Katsuki: DANM IT DEKU FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE

Izuku: BUT WE'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR OVER 2 HOURS

Katsuki: WELL THIS VILLAIN JUST WONT DIE HE'S ALSO MOCKING ME

Izuku: FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S A VIDEOGAME

Katsuki: THEN WHY DONT YOU TRY IT THEN

3 hours later

Todoroki: are you guys finished at that level yet?

Izuku: DIE ALREADY YOU VILLAIN!!!!!

Katsuki: na, not yet

[loysb]

Coloring

Fecha de creación : 9 / 11 / 24

Fecha de finalización : 14 / 11 / 24

Tiempo de producción : 1 hora 35 minutos

Espero que les guste 🩷

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[novaneondream]

the todo siblings mean everything to me :(

[peterokii]

[lununnunna]

heres my wip of magazine shouto, enjoy *bows like a little servant presenting a dish to the king*

[call-me-copycat]

Stain hosting an Allmight gameshow

(My good friend @ch33s3mam for those wondering) （ｰДｰ）

I know you're messing with me but believe it or not MHA SMASH has exactly this (just the other way around)

Nice try though, too bad it didn't stump me ✌('∀-)-☆

[demonicsuffrage]

They could've just shot me in the head instead of this

[miss-jaye]

shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.

he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.

five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.

you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.

shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.

without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.

when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.

he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”

his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.

“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.

“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”

shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”

[falconheart0]