#todoroki family fluff

[defnotriri]

villain and violent, infant and innocent.

|| POST-WAR! TOUYA TODOROKI X READER||

smut, hurt/comfort,

UNEDITED / UNREVISED !

warnings: he lives on as touya, he lives in the todoroki estate, pet names (baby, ma, brat) , needy touya, shoto makes an appearance at the end..

When you and Touya get intimate, it’s usually in doggy style. So when you ask him to do missionary for the first time, he hesitates.

“uh- you sure we can’t just do it from the back?” he scratches the back of his head and puts out his cigarette. He sits at the edge of the bed you were lying on and you crawl from behind him, hugging him from the back.

“pleasee Touya, we always do it that way!” You pout and rest your head against the bare skin of his shoulder. It was rough and calloused due to the purple burns on his skin. He placed a hand on your head followed by a sigh.

“fine, brat.” He turns around and places a small kiss on your forehead, you were already in your underwear and he already had his shirt off. He then takes off his joggers and throws them onto the floor.

He kisses you on the lips and it slowly starts to grow passionate and needy. You tangle your hands in his hair as he goes deeper making your back touch the mattress underneath.

Touya kisses your neck as he makes his way to your tits, undoing your bra.

“so gorgeous, ma.” He whispered as he kissed your hardening nipples.

“touya.. i need you.” You shyly say and squirm a bit.

After a while of prepping he finally puts himself inside you.

“ah- fuck, you’re so wet.” His head is looking upward and he places his hands on your hips and starts to thrust. He starts going faster and you notice he still hasn’t looked at you.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and make him look at you, and for the first time ever during sex, you two make eye contact. You give him a soft smile as you moan.

“y-you’re soo beautiful, baby.. a-ah!” You close your eyes and can feel the high coming, but don’t let go of his face. Then all of a sudden his thrusting gets slower then comes to an immediate stop and slips out of you. You feel a warm drop fall onto you and you open your eyes.

A sight to behold, Touya holding his face and looking down. You immediately sit up and make your way to him. Removing the hands from his face you see tears falling down his face. Immediately you take him into a hug.

Your chests are pressed together and your skin was slightly itchy due to his. But you didn’t care. You pushed the back of his head into your neck and kiss his hair lightly.

His whole life he has been invisible, the older he grew more of his skin turns scarred, the more staples he inserted into himself, the more villainous he became. Yet, you didn’t care. You stayed, you saw him, you loved him, you thought he was beautiful.

“do you wanna talk about it?” You say breaking the silence. He shakes his head no and stays silent. You don’t poke at him to tell you. He would talk when he was ready. Your naked bodies stayed holding onto each other.

“i love you.” He says barely above a whisper but you heard him. You always do.

“I love you too, Touya.” You pull back and kiss his lips softly. When you part, you press your forehead against his and smile.

“c’mon let’s go get you some water and maybe even something to snack on.” You giggle as put on a black silky robe. Then picking up his forgotten boxers and joggers. You tried to help him put it on but he wanted to do it himself.

“I’m not a baby.” He sighs as he closes the door to your shared bedroom in the Todoroki house.

“You certainly act like one sometimes.” You smile and intertwine your arm with his. Walking to the kitchen together. Touya sits on the kitchen island stools as you talk about stuff that happened recently while watching you boil some hot water.

As you were about to put the noodle packets in, both of you hear footsteps approaching and turn back to look. You were greeted with a half red and half white haired boy.

“thought you were at the dorms this weekend, sho?” Touya turned around and pouted because your alone time together was interrupted.

“sorry, forgot to tell you guys. i’ll leave you two alone.” The highschooler says and was about to turn and walk out.

“wait! i’m making instant noodles, you want some?” you politely ask your future bother-in-law. He turns back around and nods, taking a seat on the left side of Touya.

They make small talk until you serve them their portions and you sit on the right of Touya. That’s how you three spent the next hour or two.

Talking and laughing while eating noodles, and for the first time ever, Touya felt like he belonged. Like he served a purpose in the world, and it was to make the people he loved smile.

He wasn’t Dabi. He was Touya. He wasn’t a weapon. He was a human. He wasn’t a villain. He was innocent. He was loved.

[dk7634]

I think about this all the time, agreed 100%♾️💕

If the todoroki family hadn’t gone through such pain I believe they would’ve won over everyone with how loving and sweet their family could’ve been.

The ‘what ifs’ of it all hurt the most when thinking of how good their life could’ve been.

Touya could’ve been the older brother who terrorized his siblings for fun and Shouto would’ve matched him every step of the way. Those two would’ve been so close and had such a special bond.

Fuyumi could’ve gotten her dad in princess dresses and had tea parties with him proudly holding the tiny cup in hand and doing whatever she asked while Natsuo could’ve been playing soccer with his mom watching him from the front lawn knowing she’ll be carrying him to bed when he’s all tired out from playing.

They could’ve had it all.

[grenadehearts]

HAWKS SMAU IDEAS :33

hawks x secretary!reader, hawks x todoroki!reader, hawks x rival agency reader, baseball player hawks x idol ^_^ (these sound pretty shit but i seen stuff with them and theyre SO FIRE !!!!!)

HAWKS SMAU k.takami x todoroki!reader m.list

late outside your balcony, tell me a secret?

authors note: tysm for requesting anon!! im so super sorry for how late it took me to respond :( but... i loved this idea im just not the best at smaus butttt if u guys mayb want a drabble or oneshot of this lmk bc i would loooove doing that but anyways kisses for all of u mwahhhh <33

p.s ignore the mistake in slide 5 pls..

[fujoshirat]

₊˚⊹♡ Children Guide! ₊˚⊹♡

Haru and Aki - 9 years old (twin boys)

Yuu (Yuuri) and Yue (Yueru) - 7 years old (twins, male and female)

Hana - 5 years old female

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Shouto does not cry often.

Ever since you've known him, even as a high school teenager at U.A., you had hardly seen him cry.

He cried after defeating Dabi.

He cried at graduation, worried that he would never see you again.

He cried at your wedding.

And he cried every time he held a new bundle of joy in his arms.

You and Shouto have five beautiful children. Two sets of twins and a daughter. Out of all of your children, Hana was the most sensitive. Practically a carbon copy of you (a miracle because all of your other children looked like your husband), the five-year-old inherited your empathy and sensitivity. She was the sweetest one with the biggest heart but when she cried, it seemed like it would never end.

As the youngest, especially the youngest daughter who just so happened to look a little too much like you, Shouto was wrapped around her little finger. Sure, your other daughter Yue loved attention from her father, but she preferred showing off how "cool" she was to her uncles (Shouto was and is still very worried about how she'll grow up in the future if she keeps hanging around with Katsuki, but oh well).

Every night, after dinner, Shouto carries Hana up the stairs of the traditional yet modern Japanese family home and helps her get ready for bed.

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One night, while reading a book in bed, you hear the door open as usual. Not bothering to look up, you continue reading.

"Are all of the children in bed already?"

You wait for a response, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Your ears perk up at the sound of shuffling, and you look towards your husband.

"Shouto? What's wrong?"

He looks at you with a pout on his face, his teeth biting his bottom lip. You quickly put the book down and quirk a brow.

"Baby?"

Shouto just sighs and gets into bed. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his short hair (shorter than it was in high school) tickling your chin.

Suddenly, you hear the faintest sniffle and feel something wet on your collarbone.

Just like that, Shouto erupts into tears. After a few minutes, the top of your nightgown is soaked and the fabric is bunched up in his hands.

"Shouto, baby, talk to me please. What's wrong, my love?"

You gently cup his face in your hands and tilt his head up to face you. Did something bad happen at work? Is his family alright? He cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are red. Your husband sighs.

"I failed as a father."

What??? You stare at him in disbelief and shake your head. "Shou, honey, you did not fail as a father and you will not fail as a father. We talked about this before having children. Yo-"

"Hana doesn't want me to carry her upstairs anymore!!"

Your jaw drops as he continues quiet-sobbing in your chest. That was what he was moping about? Your hand gently pats his back, and you have to tilt your head up to stifle a laugh.

"Shou, you're sad about that? Why?"

He looks up at you with an unamused expression, face still adorned with a pout. "Hana doesn't want me anymore."

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After finishing her dinner, Hana clumsily puts her plastic utensils on her plate.

"Hana-chan," you called out while washing dishes, "go get ready for bed, okay?"

"Okay mama!" Taking that as his usual call, Shouto gets up from the couch and walks over to his youngest, whom is already at the stairs. He begins reaching out for her to pick her up.

"Hana, are you ready to-" "Papa, Hana is a big girl now! I wan' to go up by myshelf!" The little girl slips out of his embrace and climbs up the stairs, leaving Shouto slack-jawed and flabbergasted.

"A-ah... alright darling, I'm coming..."

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"Babe, you're still her father. She's five! Maybe she wants to be a little independent like Yue." Shouto grimaces at the comment. Another female Katsuki Bakugou running around in the household? No thank yue (get it? hahahah/j ok nvm im not funny ig).

You kiss his forehead tenderly and look him in the eyes. "Our children won't stay children forever, okay? Hana must grow up sometime, and we felt this way when all of the twins began becoming independent. But just because they are growing up doesn't mean that they don't want us anymore. I still care for my parents and you still care for yours." His heterochromatic eyes gazed at yours, mesmerized and captivated by your beauty and words. Finally, he lets out a quiet sigh and hugs you.

"You are right. Thank you, my love."

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"Bye darling! Have a good day!" Reaching up on your tiptoes while your unfairly tall husband reaches down to meet you halfway, you tenderly kiss him on the lips before he leaves for work. The Haru and Aki fake-gag at the display of affection, making you chuckle in response. Closing the door, you shift your attention to your youngest, busy eating apple slices. You could tell that Shouto was still a little upset about the day before, but he managed to hide it well. You shook your head and went to the kitchen window to water your hydrangea bushes when suddenly you got an idea.

"Yuuri! Yueru! Could you two come here for a second please?"

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"I'm home."

"Papa!!"

As Shouto closed the door, your children rushed to him like a wild herd. A chorus of "Papa!"s and "Guess what!"s filled the room, making Shouto laugh.

"Now, now, one at a time. I missed you all." He picks up Yue as she excitedly rambles about her day. "Papa! Guess what! Mama let all of us take Hana to the park!"

"Oh wow, really? Did you have fun?"

"Mhm! We played tag and ate dango after!" In the corner of his vision, he sees you walk into the living room with the same, breathtaking smile that you always greet him with. Putting his chatty daughter back down, his hands find your waist while his lips press against your forehead.

"Welcome home, my love. Sorry, I was finishing up something."

"You don't need to apologize, darling. Thank you." Taking his hand, you lead him to the dining table. "All of the children except Hana already ate, so you can eat." You turn to look at your youngest, who surprisingly finished her food already.

"Oh? Are you finished, Hana-chan?" The little girl nods tiredly, her chubby cherub cheeks puffed out slightly. Shouto's heart clenches at the sight, but he can't help but notice a subtle shift in your expression, the slight upward quirk of your kissable lips. He watches you approach the five-year-old and help her out of her chair.

"Aw, you don't want some of the cookies we baked two days ago?"

"No mama, Hana's too tired." You giggle softly at your daughter's cute expression and nods. "Alright baby, thank you for finishing your dinner. You made mama and papa very happy." Both you and your husband watch her give you another sleepy nod as she looks up at Shouto.

"Papa, I'm ready for bed." Shouto hesitantly walks closer to his daughter, worried that she'll do the same thing again and reject him.

However, Hana just looks at him with sleepy doe eyes and arms outstretched to him. Her little body stays planted to the ground.

"Papa, I'm waiting. You're s'pposed to carry Hana."

You mentally facepalm at the sassy response and third person referencing while speaking, no doubt one of her classmates taught her that at kindergarten, though you suppose that you can let it slide just this once when you see Shouto visibly tear up. He not-so-subtly brings his left hand up to cover his eyes as his right hand gently picks up Hana as if she were made of glass. As his little princess wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, he chokes on his words.

"Ah, yes my darling, Papa will always carry you."

You watch your husband walk up the stairs with your youngest, tears spilling from your own eyes.

Well done, (Y/N). Well done.

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The next morning, Shouto appears to have gotten a week's worth of sleep in one night. Extra excited and happy (and clingy), he wouldn't keep his hands off of you. As he put on his boots, however, he hears faint giggling coming from the kitchen. Quietly, he walks to the open archway connecting the kitchen and rest of the house. There, he sees both sets of twins, Haru and Aki and Yuuri and Yueru, as well as you opening your reusable grocery bag and pulling out two chocolate bars. While giving it to the twins, Yue lets out a loud cheer, Aki kicking her shin and shushing her. He observes his pretty wife as she lets out a quiet laugh. "Thank you, my darlings. You really made your father happy."

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"Yes mama?" The twins say in unison. Your eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as you lean in close to whisper something.

"I need you to drain Hana-chan's energy today so that she is very sleepy after dinner. I'll give you both a bar of your favorite chocolate if you do this successfully."

Yue, ever the overenergetic twin (who really is just hungry for chocolate), excitedly waves her hand around. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! We'll take her to the park to play tag!"

"Excellent idea!" You clap your hands in agreement and look at Yuu. "Yuuri, darling, could you ask your elder brothers if they would also like to join in?" The more sedate twin nods and starts walking to his elder siblings.

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A/N: Guess who's back from exhaustion and the dead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I cannot believe I have been inactive for almost two months and I apologize ToT Hopefully this short fic of mine will make up for the lost time! This idea was hilarious and super fun to write!! I hope that you enjoyed and that it wasn't too hard to follow. I love writing for Shouto I just love that fine-ahh man, so this was super self-indulgent.

October was a mess for me, both physically and mentally. Hopefully by the middle of November will I be less busy. Thank you, readers, for bearing with me and my inactivity, and I hope that you continue enjoying all of my works ♡♡♡

[dollyfetti]

summary: why doesn't your boyfriend's dad like you?? you're rich, pretty... somewhat nice! and you have amazing fashion sense. whatever, you're not the type to shrink under pressure. and anyway, he’s stuck with you forever.

notes: touya todoroki x spoiled!reader, suggestive, tw: enji todoroki, no quirk au, unedited, reader mentions marriage, she is very bold very diva!

word count: 1.2k

the wind flutters through your open windows, carrying in the scent of salt air and daddy’s money. you grin at the breeze like it’s flirting with you, tugging playfully at your silky pink robe.

"my father doesn't even want you near me let alone on our yacht."

you huff, folding your arms like a spoiled brat. "why not? i'm rich, i'm pretty, i'm.. kind." you hum, fluttering your lashes in faux innocence.

touya smirks, holding up a finger. "doesn't like liars either."

"shut up!" you roll your eyes with a huff. "i'm going." there’s a pout in your tone as you stomp away with the flare of someone used to getting her way.

you ignore his knowing sigh before continuing from inside your barbie dreamhouse closet. "and he'll just haveta suck it up!"

"okay whatever, my brother won't leave you alone though." your boyfriend notes, sitting down at your vanity boredly.

"i don't care!" your voice echoes from somewhere between your shoe wall and color-coded lingerie drawer.

touya grins, lifting some glittery serum bottle to eye level and inspecting it before dropping it back onto the humongous vanity and shamelessly looking through your belongings. skincare, makeup, mess.

"the fuck is too faced?" he squints at the label of a blush cover. "you're not two-faced, you're just a bitch."

you reappear from the walk-in closet, mini skirt in hand as you stare at him with a small grin. "you're one to talk, daddy's boy."

"that doesn't make me a bitch- also ow?" he sasses.

you pad across the pink plush carpet as your lips curl into a grin. "you're my little bitch...!" you coo, blowing him a kiss.

"not cute." he rolls his eyes, unamused.

“very cute,” you correct in singsongy tone, draping the mini skirt over your meticulously made bed before flitting across your extravagantly large room in search of accessories.

“what if i said i don’t want you to come?” he grunts when you pick up some earrings and hold them against your ears, ogling yourself in one of your many mirrors.

“i wouldn’t believe you, duh.”

“right.” he dryly chuckles, fingers tapping against the vanity. “and why is that?”

you twirl a diamond-studded hoop against your ear, admiring the way it sparkles in the afternoon summer sun spilling through your windows. “cuz i'm perfect.”

“you’re insufferable, that’s what.”

the todorokis' yacht gleams smugly as it floats in the private dock’s crystal clear water. your miu miu heels click against the polished deck as you board, phone in hand and already opening the front facing camera.

you hum to yourself, snapping a pouty selfie at the breeze tousling your hair just right.

touya trails behind, dressed in his typical "yeah i've got money but i only hint at it" way. black tee, loose tommy hilfiger shorts, silver chain glinting in the sun.

you flash a sugary smile at a nearby crew member. “can you bring us some champagne? the pink one, not the regular one!”

you stomp toward the upper deck, calling over your shoulder, “i’m going to tan. don’t talk to me unless you’re complimenting my legs or bringing me fruit, kay?”

touya follows with a slow, lazy hum, hands in his pockets. “what happened to being kind, huh?”

“i am kind,” you say, reclining onto one of the cushioned loungers like you were born on it. “i just have standards.”

he leans down to mumble in your ear, probably not even aware of the stir of arousal he brings because if it. “you mean you just like when people worship you.”

your grin is immediate and shameless. “duh. why else do you think i let you stick around?”

“you dragged me here,” he reminds you, recalling the earlier conversation when he told you he didn’t wanna go to his family’s outing.

“and yet,” you coo, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt, “you’re still standing here. wearing the sunscreen i packed for you cuz i knew you'd forget!”

he sighs, but doesn't pull away. “you’re exhausting.”

“you love me, baby.” you smile, pecking his lips.

“yeah, unfortunately.”

from behind his shades, you catch the way he watches you as you stretch out in your designer bikini, glittering in the sun like a rich little menace. you reach over, snatching his drink without asking.

“my dad’s staring,” touya mutters, going to sit beside you, his hand brushing yours.

“good!” you chirp, sipping from the glass with a pop of your lip gloss. “let him, maybe then he’ll finally realize i don’t care what he thinks.”

there’s a beat of silence between you two as the boat finally begins to move, pulling away from the dock. you tilt your head, watching touya out of the corner of your eye.

“you look pretty in the sunlight,” you say softly.

he smirks, eyes still closed with his head leaned against the chair. “yeah?”

“mhm!” you hum. “almost as good as me.”

he groans, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “there it is.”

the yacht has only just slipped into deeper water when you start to get annoyed by it. enji's stare. you roll your eyes, clutching the glass of champagne delivered to you with a slight glare at the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward you.

“excuse me,” comes the gravelly, serious voice of enji todoroki. you turn your head with the exaggerated grace of someone expecting paparazzi. he stands in a crisp linen button-down and expensive loafers, looking like a walking tax bracket.

“yes?” you blink sweetly, tipping your sunglasses down your nose.

“you plan to spend the whole afternoon lounging?”

you give him your most dazzling, weaponized grin. “duh! it's a yacht, not a bootcamp.”

“you know, this isn’t your world, little girl.” he says lowly. “you float into things, take space. you don’t understand what it means to actually be needed somewhere.”

the air sharpens like it’s waiting for a very unnecessary fight, but you just hum, smiling to yourself as you pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a chilled bowl the crew brought over.

you slide your shades up into your hair after taking a bite into the sweet fruit. touya exhales next to you, readjusting his position like he already knows something cheeky is about to leave your mouth.

“mister todoroki, i've tried to get you to like me.” you lick a smudge of chocolate from your thumb as you continue chewing, then sit up straighter, crossing your legs.

"but you're wrong. it is my world." you giggle. "i'm gonna be the first mrs. todoroki of my generation," you say simply, ignoring touya's choking and the widened eyes of enji. "so maybe you should treat me with more respect."

enji doesn’t answer, too ticked off. he just exhales with his eyes closed, like he’s releasing a deep, decades long sigh of regret, and walks off— probably to find a stiff drink and pretend you don’t exist.

you sigh, laying back against your lounge chair like nothing as you slide your shades back down.

"what the hell was that?" touya murmurs, still facing you.

"my announcement."

“baby, you can’t just-”

“you already let me sort your cologne drawer!" you interrupt, tilting your head to him. "i’m already halfway to being your wife.”

touya covers his face with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut. “you are the scariest woman alive.” he mumbles.

you let out a satisfied chirp, taking a sip from your glass with a pop of your lips. “compliment me and maybe i’ll let you kiss me with tongue later.”

“jesus christ.”

꒰ 𑄽𑄺 ⠀you have a new message from dolly!

not proofread, might add more to this later :3

[celesteleoves]

Could you do a todoroki oneshot/head cannons for him having a secrete crush on (y/n) and doing some cheesy confessions? Thanks a lot!!❤️🤍

“I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME.”

shoto todoroki x reader.

summary: shoto has developed a crush that even he himself doesn’t quite understand, so he’s hiding it. you however, have a small huge crush on him yourself aswell. hopefully he can confess!

warnings: mentions of the todoroki family, shoto being a little insecure, fluff with a SMALL tinge of angst! reader is as whipped as he is lol!

a/n: i decided to turn this into a little one shot. ty for requesting this ml! i really enjoy writing shoto and trying to understand his character (especially trying to interpret how he would do a confession lol!) enjoy!!!! pls send more requests. this is quite long i feel like :( i hope it’s to your liking!!!

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“todoroki, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be in love?”

that was a sentence shoto didn’t think he’d have to answer at 10 am in the morning. yet here he is. standing very stiffly next to a happy momo who is helping him make breakfast for their classmates. the question certainly woke him up at this early time.

“not really.”

“oh come on! you know i’m not the type to push boundaries but are you sure?” momo looked at him in confusion, for a boy like shoto everyone would’ve thought love defintely came easily to him.

“i don’t think i have. please hand me the knife.”

momo sighed and passed him the knife before moving around the kitchen and grabbing the rest of the ingredients to finish up their meal.

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the conversation with momo had been stuck in shoto’s head all throughout the day (it was currently 1 pm). he felt as though he answered her wrong. yet, how would he know a thing about love? romantic love. souls being practically tied to another. he didn’t know anything about it.

shoto felt uneasy facing emotions he never explored: love. It was like standing on a cliff's edge, peering into an unfamiliar abyss. His usually composed demeanor faltered as he grappled with the intensity of these new feelings. yet, despite his apprehension, a part of him was curious, cautiously reaching out to understand this uncharted territory.

from a young age, shoto learned he couldn't rely on his parents to model what real love looked like or how to navigate relationships. they weren't an example he could follow, leaving him uncertain and unguided in matters of the heart. that’s something shoto learnt at a young age, he couldn’t rely on his parents to show him what real love looks like.

he’s not very good at lying. thats also something shoto learnt at a young age. it baffles him how he has been able to hide his crush on you for this long.

you sat comfortably next to shoto, scrolling through your phone and peppering him with questions about the various foods you were discovering on your Pinterest feed.

“oh my gosh! did you know that strawberries are the most common fruit people use to confess their love?” you grinned like a child and turned your phone towards shoto who was already paying attention to your scrolling.

“oh wow, i didn’t know that.” shotos answer came out more nonchalant than he wanted and he winced, praying you wouldn’t be upset with him.

instead, you felt a warmth in your stomach at his words. excited to teach him more about strawberries, you leaned closer.

shotos breath hitched at the smell of your perfume engulfing his senses, he could practically see ever detail of your face. to the way you did your makeup all the way down to the necklace you wore that shoto had gifted you for your birthday.

the sight made shotos cheeks flushed as he took deep breaths. as of right now, shoto wished he would be more calm like he usually is.

damn it, hiding a crush is not easy.

little did either of you know, you were both thinking the same thing.

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strawberries. the history of the strawberry dates back to Ancient Rome where the fruit was considered the symbol of Venus, the goddess of love, because of its red color and enticing taste.

shoto had been sitting in his dorm for hours looking up facts about strawberries.

he gently placed his phone down and pondered. does the kitchen have strawberries? or would he have to go buy some?

“i’ll check the kitchen.” he mumbled, hurriedly making his way there.

upon his arrival, he realized everyone seemed to be also chilling in their dorms. it was only 5 o’clock and a free day for his classmates to relax and catch up.

he searched the fridge, a deep frown settling on his face when he realized there were no strawberries.

shoto stared at the fridge for a couple minutes, debating what to do.

“shoto? is that you?” he jumped at the sound of the kitchen door creaking open but relaxed after realizing it was just you.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you. what are you looking for?” you moved towards him, stopping right behind him and peering over his shoulder to look at what the fridge might contain for him.

much to shotos dismay, it didn’t contain the one thing he wanted. the thing he craved however was just standing behind him.

“i want strawberries. do you want to come to the store with me to get some?” shoto peered back at you with the cutest look on his face. your heart clenched at his unintentional puppy eyes.

“yes! i mean- sure.” you stumbled over your words and he softly smiled, moving to grab his hoodie as you excitedly walked beside him, leaving the dorms and heading to the store.

the walk was calm, exactly what you needed but also despised. for months, it felt as if you had been left in the dark with shoto. it seems as though he’s keeping something from you.

selfishly, you really want to understand his sudden demeanour change. he’s almost softer, sweeter and very careful with you.

selfishly, shoto also wants to just run away and hide. he is not good at keeping secrets from you. this secret is something he knows would affect your friendship greatly. which is why he’s afraid.

“shoto. we’re here.” you spoke to him softly, the chill evening air makes you feel at peace next to him and shoto swears you glow as the afternoon sun hits the side of your face perfectly.

“i really want strawberries.” shoto said and you swore you almost let out a cackle at his blunt words, why did he need that fruit so badly?

“then let’s look!”

you two trudged to the fruit section of the store, analyzing which strawberries would be perfect.

“y/n, look at these ones.” shoto beckoned you over and you happily walked over to where he stood.

shoto had managed to find the most perfect strawberries you had never seen, they looked so perfect! (just like him) and you quickly nodded your head towards the cashier.

“hello! my my, what a lovely young couple you two are! did you know, strawberries are a symbol of love?” the cashier, a friendly middle aged women, spoke endearingly at you two.

“oh! we aren’t a-”

“thank you, m’aam.” shoto softly smiled at the lady and she grinned back, winking at you as you blushed.

“have a good one, you two!” the cashier waved as you two exited the store, you being too flustered to reply while shoto waved back at her.

his nerves began to get the best of him, his idea didn’t seem like it would work now. what if his perspective of love is wrong and he’s doing the opposite of what you think love is? the questions continued to plague his mind like a sick joke and taunt. his mind seemed to be his biggest enemy.

were you against the idea of dating him? you didn’t reply to the lady in the store. was it his scar? was it his personality? shoto suddenly really liked the idea of crawling into hole.

you moved towards a bench nearby, patting the seat next to you. you didn’t enjoy how quiet shoto had been. normally he would at least say a few words and you would be able to continue the conversation. shoto seemed speechless suddenly.

shoto stared at the batch of strawberries in his lap, grateful they were washed. he could eat them now with you.

he picked up what seemed like one singular strawberry that laid perfectly on top of the rest. as he picked the strawberry up, it revealed to be a double strawberry. (press on the text to learn more!)

“woah! a double strawberry, can we split it?” you spoke for the first time in a while and shoto felt his heart swoon, you wanted to share a strawberry with him?

shoto only nodded and split the strawberry for you two, a red hue very evident on his cheeks as he took a bite of the strawberry.

“you know, i’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while.”

shotos nerve racking words caused you to perk up in your seat as you quietly ate the strawberry, encouraging him to continue.

“um, strawberries mean love.” shoto mentally face palmed. that is not what he wanted to say!

you giggle, “i know sho! i told you that.”

silence overtook you two once again as you gave shoto a moment to think about his words, patiently nervously swinging your legs back and fourth beneath the bench.

“it is also said that if you spilt a double strawberry with someone, you two will fall in love.” shoto whispered those words as if they were forbidden.

your eyes widened and you let out a huff of laughter, trying to make humour of the situation incase he does but agree with your next words.

“and what happens if you’re already in love?”

shotos eyes bulged, he looked up from where he was staring at his feet nervously to make eye contact with you for the first time in a while.

the feeling of being nervous about what the other will say seems so intense, but once you're already in love, every word they utter becomes a symphony that warms your heart. you two felt that way each time the other spoke.

“then… the two will grow their relationship and be more than friends?” shoto asked shyly.

“yeah, that sounds about right.” you grinned, shuffling closer to shoto, finishing your strawberry as you place your head on his shoulder.

shoto smiled a toothy grin, silently applauding himself. his confession wasn’t as bad he thought it would be! strawberries really do symbolize love.

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A/N: UM HI… i hope this was how you wanted it!!! i kinda got carried away… if you guys can’t tell i really like strawberries so i had to include them. please send tips for me to improve my writing and requests for not just mha, but jjk too!

[vinamari]

LANKY: 10:49 P.M — Touya Todoroki

A/N: I 100% THINK HE’S JUST LANKY & LEAN, also please let me know if you guys would like this to be like mini series of different scenarios that you guys would like to request or any form of elaboration on certain parts of the text or plot in general!! I would like to include that the reader has a water quirk which can be manipulated into ice or for healing.

Warning(s): fluff/angst ☁️ , Suggestive?, Post-War and after recovery (few years later), “friends”

SYNOPSIS: Staying the night over at the Todoroki estate for Touya, where you notice just how lanky & lean he is and maybe more.

Glancing at the clock it was currently 10:49 P.M and Touya was taking a while to come out the shower . He’d been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes now. Letting out a sigh you call out to him from the bedroom, “Touya! Did you drown?!”

The sound of water stopping was heard as he emerged into the living room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel before putting on a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked like a wet cat. Looking at him, you question him, “Did Natsuo give you a swirly, what happened?”, you tried not to snicker as he deadpanned at what you had just said, “Maybe looking like I came out the oven wasn’t my worst option”, he responded back unamused.

Shaking his head at your dumb comment and going into the kitchen to make himself some Soba. His eyes were still purple from beneath, but he wasn’t crying blood anymore, thankfully. Looking at him as he sauntered around the kitchen, you notice how his frame wasn’t particularly buff to say the least however he was both lanky and lean. Not saying that he didn’t look attractive, he was most definitely attractive and the way he looks now and for however long you’ve known him is just again..very attractive.

“At least wash the dishes”, seeing as he left the kitchen.

“I did, but you were too busy looking at me to notice”, seeing how your gaze had been on his overall being the entire time. Giving him a blank look, “You wish”. You went back to scrolling through instagram. “I understand”, he replied. “I’m simply to hard to ignore”, pushing his snow liked hair back as he expressed his very charismatic-self. ‘Charismatic my ass’, rolling your eyes at his actions.

After a few minutes of silence you decided to ask about his day and how his rehabilitation classes went, which was more than he usually gave you, even though he normally answered you with lots of questions that you answered. “So, what do you think of that guy, Fuyumi told me about?”, you inquired. Touya didn’t have much of an interest in what you and his sister talked about, but you both talked a lot so he was more or less obligated to listen to you two talk. And when he listened well enough then he would respond back.

“Not your type, he’s to bland and doesn’t have any humor”, Touya mumbled as he sorted through a series of movies to watch. It was true though, he didn’t think the guy was interesting enough to keep you hooked, so he just wasn’t worth your time. Plus he had never really liked that guy anyways. “What was your first impression of him, anyway?”, he questioned you as he bore his eyes into the tv. “You don’t usually care to be interested in anyone”.

Snorting, thinking back to the first impression you had gotten from the guy, “Total nut job..honestly he might be your soulmate” you said trying not to laugh as you glanced at him from the side. “I’m going to end up in Tartarus if you keep it up”, watching as a tic formed on the side of his head. “And I won’t even put up with the pain of it…”, you continued teasing him with your words knowing full well that he was a little shit.

Looking at the tv after Touya had finally picked a movie to watch you decide to lay down next to him. You eyes were feeling heavy after the first 30 minutes of the movie, you honestly just wanted to wrap your arms around Touya’s waist and simply knock out. But he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of physical contact despite being severely touched starved, so wrapping your arms around him sounded like a bad idea. Closing your eyes you let out a yawn, head swaying slightly side to side before it ends up on to Touya’s marred purplish shoulder.

He released a heavy sigh as he carefully adjusted you in order to continue watching the movie. Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his torso, trying to pull him closer. “What a weirdo”, he snickered, his white tufts tickling his neck. It was so easy to just hold him and not let him go, his arms and hand were perfectly grabable, his body which was despite being burnt was awfully nice to lean on. His body radiated such comforting heat as the result of his quirk.

You were most likely going to be in deep sleep for a while and the movie had been completely disregarded as you were practically preventing him from being able to watch. At points like this he let you do whatever you wanted, however he just hadn’t expected you to be intertwining your legs with his and hugging him as you slept.

Everything felt hot, especially with you tugging on his shirt so much that your hands were touching his bare torso. He didn’t understand why you had looked at him as if he had been so perfect, especially not when his body is burnt from the use of his quirk. His skin was rugged, nothing soft but rather rough to touch…but here you were sliding your arms beneath his shirt trying to pull him close as inhumanely as possible.

You liked how lanky he was, it made him seem smaller despite his height. To you everything looked good about him, his arms, his body, his personality. Him.

It was more than him being lanky or lean. It was just him.

The clock now read 12:00 A.M.

[a-sound-sol]

lowk hear me out:

post war, touya is recovering in the hospital, and rei comes and visits reader in jail to learn more about her son since they were dating 🥺

A Mother's Word

TouyaxF!Reader

ft. Rei Todoroki

m.list

Touya m.list

You had told the guards no visitors. You knew if anyone were to come see you, it'd just be to laugh in your face.

The war wasn't kind to you, but it was harsher to your boyfriend, Touya. While he was burning alive with his family, you were attempting to subdue heroes far from your love.

It's what All For One insisted upon, so you had to listen.

But you didn't join the League for him. Not even for Touya. The message that Shigaraki was spreading about a world where people who were seen as villains had the same chances as heroes? That was something you wanted, no, needed to believe in. Your family abandoned you when you were younger, and you'd been running along the streets ever since.

You joined the League and found your new family, purpose, and the love of your life.

You just didn't know what it meant, loving Dabi. Because you didn't love him, no, well- maybe you did. But it was Touya, the man he was when it was just you two, alone- that's who you love.

So, imagine your surprise when you discover his own mother had arrived to visit you. You had only heard short stories about Rei, and you weren't entirely sure what to expect when you met her.

The guards approach you, asking if you'd see her. She hid behind them clutching her bag, but the sadness and exhaustion across her face made you feel sympathetic. He had her eyes, after all.

"Okay, just this once," you manage to croak out as you suddenly feel self-concsious. What could she want? Is Touya recovering still? Is Endeavour coming too? He better not, you'd go feral trying to hurt him. Even if Touya didn't want you to, you'd always hate that man for what he did to his family.

"I- I was just visiting Touya in the hospital yesterday" Rei says quietly as she stands in front of the bars caging you in. "He was asking about you."

"Typical Touya, worried more about me than he is about himself. I'm doing fine..." you reply coldly, avoiding eye contact.

"He- he said he wanted me to meet you." Rei placed her hand gently on the metal bars separating you both.

You stop and glance up at her, the way her eyes were pleading for answers made you freeze. "He said that to me too, before, you know-" you respond softly this time.

"Can you... can you tell me about him?" Rei's voice cracks as she asks.

"About him?" You look at her puzzled.

"My son, he was so young when he disappeared that I- what's he like?" Rei questioned, her eyes wide.

"Touya... Touya he's-" You start and choke back the tears that are trying to fall. "He's an idiot. He doesn't think before he jumps into danger because he's not afraid to die... that's how we met actually." You smile fondly as you wipe the small drops of water off your cheeks.

"I was supposed to just do recon for the League, my first solo mission. But it was a trap and the heroes had me cornered. I didn't know what to do- I froze. I was ready to give up. Then Touya just kind of showed up, right in front of me. Didn't even think twice."

Rei hesitantly smiles as she nods, "That sounds a lot like Touya, glad to know he didn't lose that part of him."

"He's protective, that's for sure. Got jealous easily... whenever they'd send me on missions without him he'd find some way to tag along. I think that ever since we met, it was like he felt he had to protect me... like he was afraid to ever lose me" you start to cry and let your head fall into your hands.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to make you cry," Rei frowns.

"I love him so much... you created a beautiful son- I just miss him so much" you manage to sob out.

Rei nods, wiping her own tears, “what else do you love about him?”

“He was honest with me… he told me about you all too, before we even started dating…”

Rei freezes, but continues listening.

“He’s a great listener. Lets me talk about anything. And god, when you get him started, he never shuts up…” You smile to yourself. “What I’d do to hear his stupid voice again…”

"He's going to be okay... he's recovering..." She smiles reassuringly but with a pang of sadness.

"Can you tell him something for me the next time you see him?" You ask her hopefully. Rei nods in response.

"No goodbyes, I'll see you soon, idiot." you smile and finally lift your head to meet Rei's eyes once more. She smiles and nods.

You didn’t think this was how you’d meet your future mother-in-law, but your relationship with Touya had never been predictable anyways.

[luvlyycy]

touya stares at your face as you snuggle into his chest, eyes peering up at him through your eyelashes.

it's the first time having you in his house, or his room for that matter. he caresses your cranium, patting your hair down.

"what?" he asks, snickering as you nuzzle his chest more. your legs are entangled as you lay on his messy bed.

"i wanna makeout.." you mumble into his chest, muffled. he usually doesn't kiss you when his family's home.. buuut— since you're being so polite. he presses his lips against yours, the cold steel of his lip piercing cooling your lips down immediately.

the door slams open , "touya-nii . i'm hungry ." his younger brother shoto huffs out, his two friends bakugou and izuku behind him, in izuku's hands he discreetly holds a dinosaur plushie.

touya leans his head back with a groan, "make it yourself, dipshit." and you giggle, wrapping your fingers around his.

shoto huffs loudly, " we're hungry, touya-nii ! and sis isn't home yet . so make us something to eat ."

touya groans, "fine."

[metranart]

Loving Touya was never a problem....

[fluff-n-cookies]

DABI Warmup

Note: I haven't written in a hot minute, just a warm up to get back into the flow of things. This post is a platonic x reader.

Dabi is Reader's father, Reader has blue eyes like his. No use of Y/N

For those who don’t know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

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Civiliains are silly, fickle little things.

They're ignorant, that's what they are. those were Dabi's, well, Touya's, exact thoughts as he smoked on the balcony. the cool night air stung at his bare arms and seeped into the fabric of his pajama shirt. it didn't matter much though, not when the bustling streets of Yokohama are still wide awake.

He chuckled at his own thoughts, a chuckle then turned into a strangled cough. Damn lungs.

He couldn't be the one to think of such things though, it wasn't right for him to belittle others for remaining ignorant when he himself had his own little civilian daughter who he had been keeping in ignorant bliss for her whole life.

He cannot be the one to talk when he had intentionally refused to talk about heroes with her, or even speak of his day at work with the league. he would immediately change the topic of conversation the moment it turned to heroes and villains.

Dabi flicked his cigarette over the side of the balcony, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweat pants to see what his daughter was doing.

she had fallen asleep on the couch, elephant stuffie in hand, curled up under her favorite blanket. the My Neighbor Totoro one that was only 2 USD at their regular thrift shop.

she was a toddler by now, she had been watching him smoke on the balcony to give into his nicotine addiction since birth at this point. he would always set her down on the couch with a cartoon on and a bunch of stolen toys so she wouldn't get bored. he would then watch her from the other side of the glass sliding door that separated the balcony and living room.

it always felt a tad bit wrong though, to leave her alone like that, but addiction calls, it's hard to resist, I guess.

You know what's sillier than civilians? being a father.

it means having to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to get your daughter dressed and ready. I means having to help her choose the dress she wants to wear today and then consoling her when she can't choose, gets to overwhelmed, and cries until you bribe her with ice cream.

it means stashing her school pictures and drawings in a little shoe box under the sink because you don't have the heart to throw them away and you can't afford anyone suspecting you have a daughter if they see her picture in your stolen wallet.

it means downloading Disney and Studio Ghibli movies from a pirating website for movie night the next day. despite knowing full damn well that she'll probably fall asleep half way through and never bother to finish the movie.

Silly, so silly.

so silly and so fun to be able to ignore the pain and suffering in this world and just focus on helping her finish math homework. (the first question was 2 + 3) and then making her favorite food for dinner because she got an A+ on her spelling test.

Maybe being a civilian isn't all that bad.

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figured you guys might like some updates.

[fujoshirat]

hellooo allow me to plant some dad!Shoto thoughts in your mind hehehe 🫶🫶

• Dad!Shoto who took more than half his load of taking care of the twins when they were teeny tiny babies

• Dad!Shoto who meticulously plans the wedding anniversary and had his babies be involved in the surprise for youuu

• Dad!Shoto feels guilty for times he can't attend school functions for his kids 😓

• Dad!Shoto 10/10 still wants more mini you's

So cuteness!!!! Thank you so much for these adorable thoughts, anon!! I hope you don’t mind me using my OC!children as well ><

A/N: (´｡• ω •｡`)/ yay I'm alive after around 3 months of inactivity😅

Dad!Shouto definitely takes on more load than you insist. Especially with Aki and Haru, his first children. Because he’s new and unsure of this “father role,” you have to guide him a lot. Cue a lot of “Will holding him like this hurt him?” and “How do I feed him?” Sometimes you have to remind him that even though they are vulnerable babies, they aren’t literally made of glass.

Once he does get comfortable (whether that’s after Aki and Haru get older or even when you have Yuu and Yue), it’s game over. Suddenly, he’s able to do pushups with a little one giggling on his back and carrying both male twins while doing the laundry so that you can finally nap.

Dad!Shoto never does a half-assed job (ehe, reference to one of my other works). Whether it’s his job as a pro hero or cooking when you feel too tired to make dinner, he does his absolute very best to succeed.

This includes planning important celebrations of milestone events, one important one being your wedding anniversary.

Dad!Shouto goes alllllllllll out for your wedding anniversary! He’s got all bases covered: your favorite flowers, breakfast in bed, the entire day off, and all three meals covered.

Every new Todoroki child brought into the world makes the celebration even better. They’re so cute, so eager to help like their father :( It starts off as something small, a little messy handwritten letter or a drawing of what looks like their mother. Once at the ripe ages of 5, 7, and 9? Suddenly, you wake up to the sound of laughter in the kitchen and a mess of dough and flour all over the kitchen counter. Some anniversaries, it will be bickering over who gets the window seat on the upcoming flight that your husband booked.

Dad!Shouto is DEFINITELY 100% the type of father to always want to make it to school functions to support his kids. As the busy, No. 2 hero, of course, that isn’t always possible

And of course, filming is a MUST. Dad!Shoto has a camera specifically used for filming his children’s achievements. Each one of your kids has a video in the mix.

Dad!Shouto is also the type of father to be out of the country but then fly in last minute and make it as a surprise!!! He tries not to do it often because it’s risky and he might not make it on time due to delays, but if he’s provided the window of opportunity, he’ll take it (and text you beforehand, of course, because mama can keep a secret 😉)

And finally, it’s no surprise that Dad!Shouto 10/10 still wants more mini you’s. Like man 🤨 children are expensive and hard work, not to mention that he’s already got 5!! We know you’re rich sir but five is enough

He can’t help it, his wonderful wife and children overload his heart, giving him meaning to his life and making the traditional house in the pretty, modern gated neighborhood worth coming home to.

Once again, TYSM anon for your support and headcanons!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[randomchaosyay]

Shoto Todoroki - Morse Code

Inspired by this post by @ouch-thats-harsh

A/n: Inspiration strikes! Im running on two hours of sleep!

Warnings: None :D

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Sho always tapped his fingers against his desk. You thought nothing of it, chalking it up to a nervous habit or something he did out of boredom. But recently, you had decided to learn morse code. It was a random urge really, you weren’t quite sure where it came from, but you did it, learning little by little in the little free time you had over the past few weeks.

You were mostly always swamped with homework and doing hero work via your provisional hero license. The other free time you had, you usually spent with your boyfriend Shoto, cuddling as he caught you up to speed with what you’ve missed in class due to being out heroing, as well as talking about your new favorite theories. His current favorite theory was Shinso Hitoshi being Aizawa and Present Mic’s love child.

Currently, you and Sho were in the common room of your dorm, eating breakfast. You were rather excited to tell Sho about mastering morse code, but everytime you tried, you were somehow not so rudely interrupted by one of your classmates talking about something else.

Finally, you were all on your way to class, the loud food induced chatter settling down to quiet yawns and tired grumbles. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s as you walked to class. Just as you were about to tell him about learning morse code, you figured no one would interrupt you this time. You were wrong. What you could only assume was a caffeine fueled Midoriya was practically bouncing off the walls, asking everyone about any recent modifications to their hero suits and impacts on their quirks. You wondered when the last time was that the poor boy had slept.

Once you and Shoto reached the door, you decided to tap out a quick “I love you” to the back of his hand, before you had to untwine your fingers and separate from each other to get to your seats, which luckily were pretty close.

“I love you too.” Shoto responded out loud mindlessly.

Both of you froze. You just stood there. Looking at each other in complete and utter shock.

“You know morse code??” You both questioned the other at the same time.

After a slight arguement about who was to explain first, Sho told you how he and his sibling use it to trash talk his father and to talk to his siblings when his father tried isolating him, Fuyumi and Natsuo originally came up with it for Touya but never got to use it with him. Giving him a hug for confort, you told him how you’d learned it just recently on a whim. Before you could converse any further, Denki and Jirou called the Aizawa alarm and you all had to get to your seats. There was a small smile on his face as he walked back to his seat, that went unnoticed by you.

As class went on, you heard Shoto’s familiar pattern of tapping, the way he did every class. Except now, you realized, it had a meaning. ‘I’m bored. I wish I could just ditch and go cuddle Y/n’. You had to hold in a gasp at that as your heart melted slightly, everyday Sho had been tapping that out, other varieties of that as well. And you had no idea until today. ‘Sho we can’t just ditch class’, you tapped back. He turned slightly to look at you, a pleasantly surprised smile adorning his handsome features.

‘Yeah but this stuff is easy and cuddling is more fun’. You could almost hear his voice saying it in a matter of fact tone. ‘Not everyone is top of the class like you Sho.” You responded playfully. You two went on talking to each other for the rest of class. Most of it was about random things, like when Sho reiterated how similar Aizawa and Shinso look, with their eyebags and smile and such. You really loved him, every single thing about him.

Aizawa didn’t notice somehow, but that was probably because your taps were quiet since the two of you didn’t sit that far apart. Or maybe you two were just oblivious to his glares, floating off into your own world until he’d given up with a shake of his head. Problem children.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

Learning morse code was a pretty good decision huh?

[carefreecoffee]

•·.·'Fluffbruary Day 10: Rest w/Dabi'·.·•

Word count: 1110, Gender-Neutral Reader

Dabi had stumbled unceremoniously toward your home, tired and sore from his recent league mission that had gone out of control. It was getting late, however he was glad to be away from the League for a while. He knocked on your door hurriedly, waiting for you to answer.

At the sound, you are quickly alerted. The sleep you were trying to get long forgotten. You pad your feet along the floor answering the door curiously, sleep evident in your face still as you squint from the light pouring in. “Dabi...? What're you-” your eyes are caught by the red on his clothing, the once white shirt stained in a deep crimson. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, a weary expression on his face. He grunted as he shifted his weight, wincing in pain. "Hey...can I come in for a bit?"

“Woah yeah, come in, just -just sit on the couch” you let him in, closing the door before sprinting to grab your first aid kit from the bathroom along with a clean rag. He limped into the living room, collapsing onto your couch with a groan. His face was littered with scrapes and cuts, and his body was clearly exhausted. He leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, relishing in the comfort of the soft cushions.

It wasn't unknown for him to show up at such random times. Though a label was never given on your relationship, you consider yourself in a relationship, given his reliance on you and vice versa. Seemingly being the only person he has no trouble confiding in.

You come back, looking over his injuries solemnly “Remove your jacket and shirt- what happened now?” 

Dabi wordlessly complies, removing his jacket and shirt to reveal a myriad of deep, bleeding gashes and burns all over his torso. "League mission went south. Got into a bit of trouble."

“I can tell” your voice slightly wavered at the sight of the cuts along his previous scars, furrowing your brows. You take the damp rag, gently roaming it over the bloodied areas. He winced, the cold water a shock to his already burning flesh. His eyes were closed, taking steady breaths to try to remain stoic to the pain. "Don't worry... I've had worse."

You began cleansing his wounds carefully, spreading some antiseptic along his wounds with hospital grade q-tips. He grunted, biting back a pained hiss as it stung his gashes. His hands clenched into fists, tightly gripping the fabric of the couch.He kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his breathing labored as you continued to clean his wounds. The antiseptic stung like hell, but in Dabi fashion, he remained stoically quiet

You finally finish cleaning the smaller wounds on his torso, seeing a rather large gash that thankfully only broke the first couple layers of skin. You tend to the gash carefully, wrapping it afterwards in a layer of gauze and bandages, reaching carefully around his back. He winced, your touch gentle and caring.

"Uh, thanks...or whatever..” He grunted in a low voice, still looking up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze.

You don't answer him immediately, too focused on covering a few more of his deeper cuts before looking up at him, seeing some thinner scratches running across his cheeks. “You have some cuts on your face”

He finally turned his gaze to you, his face betraying a hint of vulnerability in spite of himself. "Yeah, I know. I can handle it. Just need to put some ointment on them. I'll be fine." He tried to brush off your concern, but there was a tiredness in his voice that betrayed his exhaustion.

You huff at his nonchalant demeanor, leaning in and lightly applying the ointment to the mentioned cuts, bandaging them when needed. “Okay... you're uuh, fine..?” you sigh, rubbing your temple as you lean back “Scared the shit outta me though”

He chuckled softly, a dry, ironic sound. He looked at you with weary eyes, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips. "Scared you, huh? That's a first." He shifted slightly on the couch, wincing as he moved. "I've survived far worse than this, y'know."

You began to pack up your kit. “I know that, i just- the scene of you all bloodied up isn't the first thing i wanna see after waking up.” He huffed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He couldn't deny the fact that seeing him wounded and bloodied probably wasn't a pleasant sight for you, especially so early in the morning. "Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn't exactly planning on getting my ass kicked today."

He leaned back against the couch, resting his head against the arm rest and closing his eyes. "I could've gone to the League base, but...it was closer to come here." He mumbled, his voice growing heavier as exhaustion started to take over.

You nod in understanding, glancing over to his dirty boots that he still kept on from his frenzy. “I get it, I'm just glad you're safe. Don't forget to take your shoes off before you knock out” You pat his boots before walking off to the bathroom once more.

He grunted in acknowledgment, "Yeah, yeah...I know the drill. Don't worry, I'm not gonna ruin your carpet or anything." With a weary sigh, he sluggishly began tugging at his laces, his movements slow and heavy from fatigue. “Here, just take this and rest. You know how to work the TV and also have at it” You hand him a plush blanket, something he hadn't felt in a short while. Sleep began to knock at your brain once more, deciding not to pry at what he had gotten himself into any longer.

He took the blanket, draping it over himself with a sigh of relief. "Thanks.." He mumbled, shifting slightly to get more comfortable on the couch. His eyes remained closed, and it was clear that he was already starting to slip into sleep. "Don't worry about me. I'll be outta your hair in the morning."

You were a bit unsure with the situation however knowing his status, you knew he’d be able to handle himself. You lean down, pecking his forehead before turning off the light and heading back toward your room. “Stay safe” 

His eyes fluttered open briefly, a small, surprised huff escaping his lips. He actually found the gesture oddly comforting. He watched you walk away, the corners of his mouth lifted in a small, faint smile. "Yeah, yeah. You too. Night.." He murmured, settling back further into the couch and letting his exhaustion finally overtake him.

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Synopsis: Shoto returns home late from hero work, only to be surprised by his family’s heartfelt celebration of his birthday

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The Todoroki household wasn’t cold anymore. Shoto used to think the chill in the air was permanent — a lingering echo of arguments, resentment, and the gaping void his father’s presence created. But in the years since Endeavor had moved out and their family began to mend, warmth had crept into the walls yet again. A warmth made of soft conversations, shared meals, and quiet forgiveness.

The house felt emptier without his father’s looming presence, but Shoto didn’t mind. The quiet was a relief.

January 11th was no different. He hadn’t even noticed the date until the text on his phone buzzed sometime around lunch. 

Happy Birthday, Roki! A brief message from his fellow pro hero, Kaminari Denki.

He’d stared at the words for a moment before replying shortly to the message and getting back to patrol.

Birthdays weren’t something he celebrated. Growing up, they had either been forgotten or ignored. He wasn’t resentful — it was just how things were. Even now, at twenty-four and the Number Two Pro Hero, the idea of celebrating his birthday felt foreign.

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Shoto unlocked the door, the familiar creak of its old hinges echoing faintly in the entrance hall. Shoto barely noticed the delicious smell lingering in the air as he stepped through the front door, exhaustion from another twelve-hour patrol weighing him down. His boots were heavier than usual, the faint ache of old scars and new bruises settling in his joints. Shoto shifted his hero jacket on his shoulders. 

It was just past nine, but it might as well have been midnight with how drained he felt. Another long day of patrols, public appearances, and the endless flood of paperwork that came with being the Number Two Pro Hero. He hadn’t even thought about dinner — he rarely did these days — but the thought of something warm, maybe some soba, flickered briefly in his mind.

Fuyumi, who’d been spending time at the house to help cook meals and keep Touya company, was usually gone by now, Natsuo only visited sporadically, and Touya probably fell asleep in his room upstairs.

The living room door, usually closed, was slightly ajar. Golden light spilled out in uneven waves, accompanied by the faint murmur of voices.

He paused. His body tensed instinctively, his mind flashing to a dozen worst-case scenarios.

Quietly, he reached out, pushing the door open. The scene before him stopped him in his tracks.

String lights were strung along the walls, their golden glow casting soft shadows across the furniture. Candles flickered on the table, illuminating a cake surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of food. And standing in the center of it all, faces glowing with expectation, was his family.

“Surprise!” they chanted in unison, their voices breaking the silence in a wave of warmth.

Shoto blinked, his mind struggling to process the sight. His eyes swept across the room — Fuyumi, her apron still tied tightly around her waist, looking both proud and nervous. Natsuo, leaning casually against the wall, his lips twitching in a small smile. Touya, sprawled in the armchair like a king surveying his court, his scars catching the light and his grin sharp as ever. And then, by the table, Rei.

His mother.

His chest tightened as his gaze locked onto her. Rei had chosen to live with Endeavor — to help him rehabilitate, to work through the tangled mess of their shared past. She’d explained her reasons, and though Shoto had understood, it didn’t make the ache of her absence any easier to bear.

“Mom?” The word slipped from his lips, soft and almost disbelieving.

Rei stepped forward, her smile warm but tentative. 

His throat tightened. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like, genius?” Touya drawled, smirking. “We’re throwing you a party. Don’t act so surprised. You’re the golden child, after all.”

Fuyumi shot Touya a glare before stepping forward, her smile warm and slightly nervous. “You’ve been working so hard, Shoto. We wanted to do something for you. Especially on your birthday.”

Shoto stood there, frozen. “I didn’t even remember it was today.”

“We know,” Natsuo said with a chuckle. “You’ve been too busy saving the world to think about stuff like that. But we didn’t forget.”

“You’ve done so much for us, Shoto,” Rei claimed, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve held this family together. I couldn’t miss this. Happy birthday, Shoto.”

The weight of her words hit him all at once, the years of quiet pain and longing pressing against his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t move. The memories came flooding back — the nights spent alone in his room, the echoes of his father’s harsh training, the broken pieces of their family scattered like shards of ice. And yet here they were, together.

Shoto’s gaze shifted to Touya, who was watching him with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his azure eyes. It had taken months — years, really — to convince the Hero Commission that Touya wasn’t a threat to society anymore. Shoto still remembered the tense meetings, the way he’d argued and pleaded, laying his reputation and career on the line to prove his brother deserved another chance. He remembered the relief that coursed through him when Touya was granted house arrest instead of prison. Keeping him under his roof had been a challenge, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it to have his brother alive. That fact alone still felt like a miracle, even eight years after the war. The first time they’d shared a meal after Touya’s return — a simple bowl of soba — had been the most bittersweet moment of Shoto’s life. The noodles had been cold just the way he liked it the most, but his tears had fallen into the bowl, making it saltier than it should have been. Touya hadn’t said a word, just slurped his own soba quietly, his scarred hands trembling slightly as he held the chopsticks. That meal had been the first crack in the wall between them, the first sign that they could rebuild.

“You’re going to stare all night, or are you going to sit down?” Touya asked a little too wryly, his voice cutting through Shoto’s thoughts. “Fuyumi made all this food, ya know. Don’t make her cry.”

Fuyumi glared at her older brother. “You’re the one who’s going to make me cry if you don’t stop talking.”

“Just sayin’,” Touya replied, leaning back. “You’re not exactly subtle with your emotions, sis.”

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The meal was comforting. 

Fuyumi had outdone herself, each dish seasoned perfectly, the rice fluffy, the miso soup fragrant. Shoto didn’t realize how much he had missed this until he tasted it.

“It was delicious,” Shoto said quietly to Fuyumi, gesturing to the spread.

She flushed, her smile bright. “Thank you. I’ve been doing my best. Touya’s been my critic, though. He helped me season everything just right.”

“Harshest critic,” Touya corrected, leaning back in his chair. “I’d rate this a solid six out of ten. Too much soy sauce on the fish.”

“It’s perfect the way it is,” Shoto said firmly, cutting Touya’s smugness short.

“Well, look at you, Half-and-Half,” Touya teased, his grin widening. “Finally learning how to have an opinion. Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

“You don’t need to insult him on his birthday,” Fuyumi scolded, glaring at him.

“It’s not an insult,” Touya replied, waving his hand lazily. “It’s a compliment. Growth and all that.”

Shoto glanced at Touya’s hands — unbelievably scarred. Eight years ago, those hands had been charred almost beyond repair. When Shoto first saw his nii-san after the war, alive but barely, it had felt like holding onto smoke. He hadn’t dared to hope back then that they’d sit at a table like this one day.

“You’ve changed too,” Shoto claimed suddenly, his gaze meeting Touya’s.

Touya’s smirk faltered for a moment before returning, softer this time. “Yeah, well. Didn’t have much choice, did I?”

Natsuo cleared his throat, drawing their attention. “I think we’ve all changed. Some of us are still working on it, though.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than Natsuo probably intended. His relationship with Touya was still a careful balancing act, a mix of tentative steps forward and the occasional stumble back. Shoto saw it in the way Natsuo’s jaw tightened when Touya joked too sharply, and in the way Touya glanced at Natsuo when he thought no one was looking, as if measuring whether forgiveness was a weight he could carry.

Rei broke the tension with a soft laugh. “I think the important thing is that we’re here now. Together.”

“I think it’s time for the cake." Unable to wait any longer for the sweet treat, Touya leaned forward and carefully used his scarred index finger to ignite the candles.

Shoto hesitated, staring at the single flame. What could he wish for that he didn’t already have?

Eight years ago, this would have been unthinkable. Eight years ago, Rei was still in the hospital, fragile and distant, and Touya was little more than a ghost, a specter haunting his thoughts more than his life. Eight years ago, Natsuo’s anger burned brighter than any flame, and Fuyumi had shouldered the impossible burden of trying to keep the pieces of their shattered family from crumbling further.

And Shoto? He had been a boy caught between ice and fire, trying to carve a path through a legacy that threatened to consume him.

Now, sitting at this table, Shoto could feel the ache of all those years as keenly as the warmth radiating from the moment. He thought of how far they had all come — how far he had come. There was still pain, still scars, but there was healing too. Enough to make nights like this possible.

“Don’t just stare at it,” Touya grumbled, breaking the silence. “Make a wish, blow out the candles, do the whole thing. You’re not too old for that yet.”

Shoto’s lips twitched in the faintest smile. “I’m twenty-five.”

“And you still look like you’re twelve,” Natsuo quipped.

“Shut up, Natsuo,” Fuyumi said, swatting him lightly.

“Make a wish,” Rei said softly, her voice steady but warm.

Shoto leaned forward, his breath brushing against the flames. He didn’t need to wish. Everything he had once longed for — his family’s survival, their healing, their presence — was already here. With a quiet breath, he blew out the candles.

“Alright, time for presents,” Touya drawled from his seat, tossing a smaller package toward Shoto. 

Shoto caught it, his brow furrowing as he turned it over. The wrapping was haphazard — plain black paper with uneven edges, as though Touya had thrown it together at the last second. Shoto peeled it open.

“Don’t get too excited, baby bro. It’s nothing fancy.”

Inside was a small charm made of silver, shaped like a flame and a snowflake intertwined.

“It’s practical,” Touya said, shrugging. “Put it on your necklace or something. Or don’t. Whatever.”

Shoto turned the charm over in his hand, his chest tightening. “Thank you,” Shoto said softly, meeting Touya’s eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Touya muttered, looking away. “Don’t cry or anything. I’m bad at dealing with that emotional crap. I want to remind you my tear ducts are burnt and I don’t wanna stain the table with blood.”

Natsuo leaned forward, passing Shoto a small bundle wrapped in soft fabric. “Happy birthday, Sho.”

Shoto unfolded the fabric to reveal a hand-knitted scarf, thick and warm, the kind that would guard against the harshest winter winds.

“You knit this?” Shoto asked, surprised. “I didn’t know you knit.”

“With help,” Natsuo admitted, glancing toward Rei. “Mom taught me. Thought you could use it — you’re always running around freezing your ass off.”

Shoto ran his fingers over the yarn, his chest tightening again. It was uneven in places, the work of someone unpracticed but determined. He draped it around his shoulders, the warmth immediate and all-encompassing.

“It’s perfect,” the young man said simply.

Natsuo grinned, leaning back. “Don’t lose it, okay? Took me forever to finish that thing.”

Fuyumi nudged him gently, a small box in her hands. “Mom and I wanted to give you something special this year.”

Shoto frowned slightly, his fingers brushing over the neatly wrapped box. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Don’t start with that humble hero bullshit,” Touya said, earning a smack on the back of his head from Rei. “Just open it.”

Shoto obeyed, pulling at the paper carefully. Inside was a framed photo — an image of them as children, standing in the backyard. It wasn’t a perfect picture: Rei’s hand was partially covering the lens, Fuyumi and Touya were pushing themselves, little Shoto was trying his best to crawl away, and Natsuo had his mouth full of rice, but the smiles on their faces were genuine.

“I found it when I was cleaning Mom’s things,” Fuyumi explained, her cheeks tinged pink. “It felt right. A reminder of how far we’ve come.”

Shoto stared at the image, his chest tightening. He could barely remember that day, but the feelings it stirred were sharp and vivid. Hope, maybe, or something close to it.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly, his voice thick.

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The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, teasing, and quiet moments of connection. Touya’s sarcastic remarks kept the mood light, while Fuyumi’s gentle scolding ensured nothing got too out of hand. Rei’s presence was a steady warmth, grounding them all, and even Natsuo’s hesitant but genuine attempts at conversation with Touya spoke volumes about how far they had come as family.

After the candles had burned low and the laughter had quieted, Shoto sat alone in the living room. 

The house was quiet again, but it didn’t feel empty. It felt alive.

The scarf was still wrapped around his shoulders, and the photo lay in his lap, the charm resting on its cover.

He traced the edges of the photos with his fingertips, his mind drifting back to the boy he had been — the boy who had trained endlessly, trying to meet impossible expectations, who had carried the weight of his family’s fractures without realizing how much it was breaking him too.

He glanced up as Rei entered the room, her steps soft as she approached him. She sat beside him, her hands folded neatly in her lap. “You’ve grown so much, Shoto,” she said softly. “You’ve done so much for all of us. I hope you know how proud I am of you.”

Shoto looked at her, his chest tightening. “I couldn’t have done it alone.”

“No,” Rei said, her smile gentle. “But you showed us how to start.”

For the first time in years, Shoto felt the weight of the past settle into something lighter — something he could carry without being crushed. 

Shoto looked at her, his throat tight. “Thank you, Mom.”

As she left to return to the apartment she shared with Endeavor, Shoto closed his eyes, the warmth of the evening still lingering in the air. For the first time in years, the Todoroki household felt like home again.

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[unforgivenntired2]

More than just butterflies

Todorokixreader

The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk where you sat, absorbed in your studies. Exams were coming soon and to be honest, everyone was scared about them. As you flipped through the pages of your textbook, trying to focus on the equations in front of you, a soft knock on the door interrupted your concentration.

"Come in," you called out, expecting one of your roommates.

The door creaked open, and you looked up to see Todoroki standing there, his dual-colored hair falling gently over his forehead. His expression was unreadable as usual, but there was something in his eyes, a glint of uncertainty perhaps.

"Hey, Todoroki. What's up?" you greeted him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Um, I was wondering if you're free later," he said, his voice slightly hesitant as if he wasn't sure as to what he was saying.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. "Sure, I don't have any plans. Why, what's going on?"

He shifted on his feet, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I was thinking... maybe we could go grab some coffee together?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. To be honest, You had a small huge crush on him for a while. Momo and Ochaco had just laughed saying that it was practically impossible that Shoto would ever like you back. Todoroki rarely initiated outings, especially not something as casual as getting coffee. "That.. That sounds great. I'd love to," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check and not accidently squeal in front of him and do your happy dance.

As you walked to the nearby café, the air between you was charged with a strange tension. Todoroki seemed lost in thought, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important he wanted to discuss.

When you reached the café, you ordered your drinks and found a quiet corner to sit. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, but the silence between you felt heavy.

Finally, Todoroki cleared his throat, breaking the quietude. "I... I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his gaze fixed on his cup of coffee.

You nodded encouragingly, giving him the space to speak.

"It's... It's about... us," he said, his words hesitant but filled with determination.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. But.. there was no way. THE Shoto Todoroki who was always so clueless about normal teenager things would never.

"Us?" you echoed, trying to hide the hopeful tone in your voice.

Todoroki took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze meeting yours. "I... I've realized that... I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Your cheeks practically turned as red as a tomato and you couldn't help but let out a huge shout. "WHAT?!"

Todoroki flinched a bit at it. "D-Did I say something wrong...?" He looked at you awkwardly and you practically gave yourself a hard mental slap. Greaaatt y/n. Great job on fucking embarrassing yourself in front of the man you liked.

"Wait- nononono No! Y-You spoke great! Wait I mean no! I care about you so much too Todoroki!" You gave yourself another mental slap, thinking about how dumb and childish that must've sounded. You coughed as if to clear your throat and made your pathetic attempt to sound professional. "I-I mean I care about you too."

His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved how cute you looked all flustered and struggling to talk. "I'm glad," he murmured, his eyes holding yours in a tender gaze.

As you sat there, lost in each other's eyes, you realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.