#todoroki family fluff

[cozzzynook]

Big brother Touya being stuck watching Shouto who only wants him.

He has to carry him around everywhere and its a big distraction to his training which keeps him from burning himself further. Touya doesn’t even bother going to Sekoto Peak anymore since Shouto will cry so much he gets sick and makes a literal iceberg to block his path.

Just Touya never becoming Dabi but instead being Shouto’s favorite nii-san who makes an enemy out of Natsuo since he falls asleep on Touya and takes a lot of his time.

[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.

[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!

[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 ♡♡♡

[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.

[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....

[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.

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

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

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[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?

[cozzzynook]

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.

[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.

[doumadono]

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.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Tiny Dancer

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Child Spotlight: Yuuri Todoroki! 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Mama?”

“Yes, Yuuri-kun?”

“I want to do ballet.”

You were initially terrified of letting your son join ballet. Of course, you wanted to let Yuuri pursue his interests. It wasn’t often that the quiet little boy asked you something directly (every time he wanted something, he would shyly follow you around until you read his mind). Yuuri was the complete opposite of his twin sister, Yueru. Yueru was loud and made her feelings known. She loved to talk and get everyone’s attention. Yuuri on the other hand took after his older brothers, Aki and Haru. The three of them had their father’s calm and quiet personality. They were listeners in the background. Yuuri was extremely quiet, and sometimes it worried you. That’s why, when the little boy expressed his interest something directly to you, you were ecstatic.

However, as a mother, you were scared of him getting hurt. Though the times were changing, there were still people in society that did not see ballet as something that males could do. Just the thought of someone teasing him or breaking his little heart kept you up at night. Would he be the only boy in his class? Would the other kids accept him? How would the teachers treat him when they recognize his last name?

But you saw the way his eyes sparkled, glued to the TV screen as he mimicked the female representative from America performing at the Olympics. He turned back to face you with a determined look for a five-year-old. “I want to try ballet, mama.” He really wanted this, and you knew it.

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When Shouto got home, he knew that something was off immediately. Coming back from patrol, he’d open the door and called out, “I’m home!” As per usual, all five kids pounced on him, a chorus of “Dad!”s and “Papa!”s tumbling out of their mouths.

But you didn’t greet him. He brushed it off at first, taking off his boots and walks to the kitchen. You were probably busy making dinner! Walking under the archway, he smiles when he spots you, dutifully stirring a pot of what he thinks is curry.

“My love, I’m home.”

He watches you flinch, a frown forming on his face. Gently, he slips an arm around your waist and kisses the top of your hair. He sees you look up at him, trying to smile, but it’s obvious to him. You’re absentmindedly stirring the pot, eyebrows slightly furrowed, as you greet him.

“Ah, welcome home, Shou.” The subtle change in your usual facial expression was hard for others to catch on, but Shouto wasn’t others. He was your husband, your love, and he knew better. That face was the face you made when something was bugging you.

Something was scaring you, but you didn’t want to let it show. With a soft voice, he gently rubs your hip. “Love, what’s wrong?” Shouto smiles when you lean into his embrace, turning off the stove. “It’s Yuuri,” you admit, words quiet like a confession. “He told me that he wants to take ballet classes.” Shouto quirks a brow, not expecting his quietest son to express interest in ballet. He didn’t see anything wrong with it, but he wanted to know why it was bugging you.

“I’m happy that he’s showing interest, relieved that he’s found something he’s interested in,” you continue, voice still soft. “But… I’m scared, Shouto. What if he gets teased? What if he’s the only boy in the class? What if he doesn’t feel like he belongs?”

That was what’s bugging you. Shouto hated to see his darling so stressed. He wraps the other arm around your waist to hug you from behind properly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Yuuri is a strong kid,” Shouto said, voice full of reassurance. “He gets that from you.” The taller man presses a feathery kiss to your temple, watching you melt in his embrace. “I understand where you’re coming from, so lets figure this out together.”

After eating dinner and tucking all the children in for bed, your husband leads you to the couch and has you sit down on his lap. His mismatched eyes hold silent determination as he types away on his laptop, researching coed ballet studios in Hosu City and pulling up articles on male ballerinas. God, you made the right decision marrying this man, and he proves it to you every day. You lean into his chest, watching him research and playing with the edge of the blanket. After about ten minutes, Shouto gently strokes your hair.

“Here, love. Come and see.” You watch him click on various tabs open. “Ballet is good for boys, and there are so many male ballet dancers thriving.” Shouto shows you a video of a male Japanese ballet dancer being interviewed at an international competition in Seoul. He talks about his journey from when he was a little boy first starting. Once the video ends, Shouto moves to another tab and points to the screen

“This studio looks promising. It says that they welcome all students of all backgrounds and experience levels—even beginners interested.” You can’t help but smile, heart swelling in gratitude.

“Oh love,” you whispered, “thank you. I just want Yuuri to be happy.” Shouto smiles, brushing a stray strand of hair from your beautiful eyes that he’ll stare at all day if he could. “He already is happy because he has you as his mother. We’ll make sure that he’ll be taken care of together.”

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On Wednesday afternoon at 3:45pm, Shouto takes off early and leaves the agency. He walks past your favorite supermarket and stops across the entrance to the station. There, he sees you and his five children waiting by the entrance of the ballet studio. Yueru is the first one to notice him and runs up to her father. “Papa!” She grins, changed out of her school uniform into leggings and a simple shirt. Shouto chuckles and carries her.

“Yueru, my princess, how was school?”

“It was fun! We practiced our writing!”

“That sounds fun, are you going to try ballet?”

“Mhm!” Shouto smiles at her enthusiasm, heart fuzzy with love for his energetic little girl. He walks over to his family and kisses your forehead. “You good, baby?” You nod, lips curving into a gentle smile as you look up at your husband. “Yueru wanted to try the trial class too, so I had her change into extra clothes.” Shouto chuckles at the explanation and looks at his seven-year-old twin boys in their school uniforms. “Aki, Haru, did you boys have a good day at school?” They nod in perfect unison, something eerie at first glance but a cute trait that their parents have gotten used to. The red-haired twin Aki speaks up first. “We had our spelling test today.” “Oh really? How do you think you both did?” Haru speaks up next. “Good!” Their father ruffles their hair with an amused laugh before turning to find Yuuri. His gaze softens when he spots the young boy looking in the window of the studio. Shouto walks closer and crouches down to his son’s level as he watches him quietly observe what seemed to be the intermediate class of dancers finishing up their practice.

“Yuuri,” Shouto calls out softly. Yuuri looks at him with a shy smile.

“Papa…”

Standing back up, Shouto reaches his hand out to the five-year-old.

“Are you ready?”

Yuuri takes his father’s hand and looks down nervously. Shouto gently squeezes his hand and walks his back to the rest of the family. “It’s okay to feel nervous, but I know that you’re a strong boy Yuu-kun.” The man glances up at his four other beautiful children and his angelic wife before continuing.

“And you’ve got your family all here for you, so you’re not alone, okay?” His inspirational words seem to brighten his son’s mood because he watches Yuuri’s shoulders relax.

“Okay, papa, I’m ready.”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅2 years later𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Crap! We’re going to be late!”

At only 8:21 am in the morning, the Todoroki household was already buzzing with excitement, the family scrambling to get out the door.

“Where’s my shoes?!?” Yuuri called out, racing down the stairs. Weaving through the rooms, he digs through the piles of shoes by the door.

Hana, as usual, was more focused on clutching her stuffed rabbit than putting on her coat. She fusses and pouts, wrestling against Shouto’s grip as he struggles to put the little girl’s coat on. “Hana-chan, let’s put on the coat, yeah?” “Noo!”

“Found them!” In the kitchen, Aki emerges triumphant. He holds the black ballet shoes up in his right hand. To his right, his white-haired twin Haru pouts.

“I got it first! You took it from me!”

“No, I got it first!”

“Liar!”

“No, you’re a liar!”

Suddenly, cold hands grab both of their necks, causing them to yelp. Yueru giggles cheekily and grabs the ballet slippers before handing them to her own twin. Now that their fifth birthdays had past and their quirks manifested, the mischievous girl had full intent on utilizing her gift.

“Here, Yuu-kun!”

“Thank you, Yue-nee.”

“Thank you, Yue-chan,” you say cheerfully while packing your tote bag. ‘Juice, biscuits, napkins… water! Everything is here!’ “Okay, everyone put their shoes and coats on, and let’s go!” As you usher both sets of twins through the foyer and to the entrance area—’Oh shoot!’—you quickly grab Yueru’s recital bag.

Slipping your winter boots on, you notice your youngest still giving Shouto a difficult time. Though she has her coat on, she is squirming in her father’s arms, fussing and whining.

“Daddy,” Hana whined, clutching her rabbit tighter, “Sa-kun doesn’t want to go!!” Shouto sighs and maneuvers putting his own boots on while carrying the little girl. “Sa-kun can stay in the car while you watch your brother, okay? He’ll keep your seat warm.” Hana doesn’t stop fussing until you clear your throat. “Hana-chan, don’t be giving daddy a hard time.” Hearing your warning, she stops and pouts. “Sorry mama.”

With everyone finally ready, the family of seven finally makes it out the door. Shouto holds the door open as you herd the children toward the family van, the frosty morning air nipping at your cheeks. Hana shivers dramatically, burying her face into Shouto’s shoulder as he secures her in her car seat.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Your husband starts the car, and you turn around to check on all five kids.

“Everyone buckled up?”

“Yes mama!”

“Yes!” the elder twins say in sync, though Aki and Haru are glaring at each other in silent competition. Shouto doesn’t miss this and gives them a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “No fighting, or neither of you are getting hot chocolate after the recital.”

That earns a synchronized gasp, and they immediately sit straighter, lips sealed.

Hana, meanwhile, has her rabbit tucked under her arm, murmuring softly, “Sa-kun wants hot chocolate too.”

“I’ll make sure Sa-kun gets some,” you assure her with a wink. She grins, seemingly satisfied. “Hear that, Sa-kun? Mama said that you can have hot chocolate too!” You giggle to yourself as you watch your youngest play with her rabbit doll, then look at Yuuri.

“Yuuri?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Are you ready?” The seven-year-old bites his lip nervously. “I’m nervous, mama. What if I mess up?” Reaching over, you gently squeeze his hand as Shouto pulls out of the driveway.

“Don’t worry, Yuu-kun. You won’t—even if you, it’s okay.” “Your mother’s right,” Shouto adds, eyes still on the road. “No one expects you to be perfect the first time.” Suddenly, the other seven-year-old chimes in.

“We’ll all be cheering for you, Yuu-kun! I promise that I’ll cheer the loudest!” Yuuri lets go of your hand and smiles softly, intertwining his free hand with Yueru’s.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

The car is soon filled with chatter and humming. Outside, the snow starts to let up, allowing the sun to shine on the chaotic yet happy family. Elton John and Ed Sheeran sing about Christmas on the radio as you hum along. In her car seat, Hana is in her own little world, telling her stuffed animal all about hot chocolate and how to keep her seat warm. “Mm… maybe you should come with me, Sa-kun. But you’ll have to be good,” she says, petting the rabbit’s ears. “Mama said.” As the van passes the local mall, Aki and Haru dig through their mother’s tote bag to find the chocolate biscuits.

And Yuuri and Yueru? The female twin rests her head on Yuuri’s shoulder, taking a nap. Their fingers still intertwined, Yuuri absentmindedly looks out the window, gaze curious and filled with childlike wonder.

As all this is happening, Shouto glances every now and then at his family, the family he’d do anything for: The twins’ playful mischief, Hana’s imaginative chatter, Yuuri’s quiet resolve, Yueru’s gentle support—and you, the glue holding them all together.

You meet eyes with the man, and flash him a warm smile that makes his chest tighten. It makes it tighten like when he first met you, like when he proposed to you, like when he married you. Even amidst the chaos of the household (he has no clue how you always have everything under control and he’s forever grateful for that), you’re always smiling and dealing with problems head on.

“You’re humming,” he teases lightly, voice soft enough so that only you can hear. You laugh, shrugging. “It’s a cute song, perfect reminder of the holiday a few days ago.” Just as the song ends, Shouto pulls into the local community center. “We’re here!” Aki announces as if no one has already noticed. The van is once again buzzing in excitement and chatter as Shouto parks the car.

“Alright everyone, let’s go!” Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reach for Yuuri’s recital bag. Shouto steps out first and opens the sliding door to let the kids tumble out in varying states of readiness. He goes around the care and helps Hana out of her seat, the little girl clutching her doll tightly. “It’s cold!” she whines (ever the drama queen), burying her face in her father’s scarf. “Let’s go inside quickly, then,” Shouto speaks softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Aki lets Haru out, giving him an exaggerated bow amidst his thick coat. “You’re welcome, your highness,” the red-haired twin mocks, earning a kick to the shin by his twin. “Boys,” you warn, tone clearly not in the mood for their bickering. They shut up (knowing better than to make you angry) and quietly stand with Shouto while you help the sleepy Yueru out of her seat. Yuuri follows along after her.

Inside, the community center is warm and cozy. You enter the theater room and scan the dark space for enough seats.

“Love, can you take Yuuri to his teacher backstage? I’ll get everyone situated.”

“Of course, darling.” You and your husband trade what you’re carrying: He slips your youngest into your arms while you hand him Yuuri’s recital bag. “Yuu-kun,” you say, smile on your face. “Papa’s going to take you backstage, okay?” The little boy nods. “Okay mama.” You bend down to kiss his forehead. “Good luck, my little star. Have fun!” He smiles bashfully, his cheeks flushing even redder when all of his siblings cheer for him.

“Good luck, Yuu-kun!”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Once Shouto is confident that Yuuri is situated with his group, he walks back to where the rest of his family is situated. He sits down next to you and smiles, gently squeezing your hand. Hana, oblivious to this, proceeds to climb onto Shouto’s lap from yours. “Daddy, is Yuu-nii gonna be on stage soon?” she whispers, doe eyes filled with curiosity. “Very soon, Hana-chan,” Shouto answers, brushing a stray strand of hair from his little princess’ face. He turns to his right and notices Yueru swinging her legs slightly.

“Yue-chan, are you excited to see your brother perform?” She nods enthusiastically but tries to keep an inside voice. “Mhm! I promised him that I’d cheer the loudest!” The man chuckles and gently pats her hair.

The house lights dim even further, causing the room to fall quiet. The stage lights flicker on and illuminate the red curtains. When the opening music starts, the drapes begin to part.

There, standing in his little rat costume amongst a group of rats, is a familiar mop of red and white hair. His posture is poised, little hands held in perform form like the rest of the ballet dancers. His face holds an unwavering look of determination and nervousness.

But most importantly, the bright smile on his face is all you need to tell that he’s doing what he likes, and that’s most important thing for both you and Shouto.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

A/N: (Belated) Merry Christmas everyone!! Thank you very much for reading this Todoroki family child spotlight fic and I hope that you enjoyed it <3 Once the new year rolls in, I'll be doing more child spotlight fics because doing this one was so fun!!! I hope that it wasn't too hard to follow, the headcanons and ideas in my head are all one jumbled mixed pot of spam goulash yum (๑-﹏-๑) Yuuri is absolutely adorable in my head, and i'll get the proper family description out next year (lol)! Just imagine a mini version of Shouto: calm cool and collected (hahahahaha im sorry that wasn't funny)

Anyways!! Thank you thank you thank you so much again for all of your love and support! Every comment, every like, and every reblog motivates me to continue (being delusional) dreaming and creating! Thank you for being a part of this journey and for keeping the magic of my stories alive.

With love (happy new year!!), FujoshiRat

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He really is the hero of this family…

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 26: Drunken confession w/ Dabi

Word count: 1.5k, gender-neutral reader

The league's common room was fairly quiet– unusually quiet. You walked in haphazardly to see what the deal was before you noticed a puff of black hair sprouting from the main couch. You walked closer expectantly as you watched Dabi down another bottle of whatever liquor was available.

 “Dabi? Where's the rest of the league?” His head tilts up to meet yours, shrugging as he swings the bottle back to meet with his lips. “I dont- mm fhuckin’ know” The stench of the drink was practically crawling off of him at this point with how much he was missing his mouth, the liquid falling off his chin slightly in the process.

You had assumed they'd been either on a mission or a planned meeting but either way it was weird to not have Dabi at either of those functions. You decided to brush it off as you sat on the other end of the couch, whipping out your phone in preparence to doom scroll. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the drunken man finally spoke up. “Heyyy y/n,” You turned to look at him, his eyes hazy as a smirk grazed his scarred skin. "Can I tell you a secret?" You glance at him slightly unamused. “Hm?” You retract your focus back onto your phone, listening in on him slightly.

He rolled his eyes back in mock annoyance at your unamused look, taking your phone from your grasp and setting it down. "Come on, stop playing with that thing and focus on me." You furrow your brows, giving into antics. “Fine, so, what is it?” He smirked a bit at your annoyance before his expression suddenly turned more serious, the amused look on his face fading into a sort of vulnerable look, his smile replaced with a slight frown as he looked away from you "Promise you won't make fun of me?"

You shrug, “Depends”

He rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch with a huff. "You're awful, you know that? I pour my heart out and you're still so damn sassy." You huckle at his statement, pointing at him in retaliation. “And you're drunker than a pirate. What's your little secret?” 

"Hey I am not that drunk!" he protested immediately at your words, pouting slightly. He was, in fact, more than just slightly drunk. "Anyways, shut up. I'm trying to be serious and open up here, don't make it harder than it already is by being a smartass." You put your hands up in mock defense, leaning back. “Alright alright, go on” 

He huffed softly, pouting up at you for a moment before his expression went back to that vulnerable look again, whether it was from the alcohol or nerves he didn't know. "Promise you won't laugh. Or freak out, or anything." Well now you’re a little bit concerned. What was something you didn't know about him yet? You knew he was a villain, you knew what he had done in his life and what was done to him to have him turn out like this. What else was there?

He looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet your eyes as he spoke, his voice quiet, but determined, and maybe a bit shaky "I reallllly like you... mmm nah, that's not the right way.." he took a short pause to think, trying to find the right words "Hm I uh, i think, I have feelings for you" 

What? Your eyes widen in shock, taken aback at such an abrupt statement. “Huh…?” Is all you can manage out.

He looked away entirely now, the pink on his upper cheeks now either from the alcohol or the confession, the normally composed man now a nervous mess. He had a small panicked look on his face, waiting anxiously for your reply anxiously "I know, I shouldn't say something like that... You probably don't feel t’same, you're probably going to jus’ leave me or make fun of me, but I just..." he swallowed nervously, still avoiding eye contact as he continued "I can't keep it to m’self any longer..." hi words slurred within one another, his mind never stopping its rapid race.

“Dabi- you- you're drunk.” You shake your head, leaning in to retrieve the empty and now half-empty  bottles from the table in front of you. Dabi protested immediately at your words, pouting slightly as he grabbed you by the arms, pulling you in slightly. "I'm not that drunk. Just a bit tipsy, I know what I'm saying right now, I'm not delusional." You took his words with a grain of salt however it did seem he had composed himself much better than he had been the few moments before.

“O-okay. okay. We'll have a talk about this when you're sober, okay?” You search his eyes for any semblance of a lie. You were practically elated by the confession, however, how much of it could you know to be true? 

He protested again, holding you close against him now, his grip on your arms becoming just a bit tighter, a slight hint of pleading in his voice "No, I don't want to talk about it when I'm sober, I need to talk about it now. I need to know if you feel the same way. Please..." You sit back down next to him, removing his vice grip from your arm before slinking your hands around one of his, “I do, Dabi. I have feelings for you as well, however with that peace of mind i want you to rest so we can talk about this on a sooner occasion” You send him a reassuring smile, hoping to convince him.

He seemed to almost immediately relax upon hearing your words, all tension melting from his body at once. There was still that hint of vulnerability and nervousness in his expression however, a mixture of shock as well as happiness at your confession. He leaned into you slightly, his grip on your hand firm yet gentle "You do...? You're not making it up to comfort me, are you? Tell me yer not fuckin’ with me.” 

You nod, mirroring your previous statement with an ‘i do’. Dabi looked at you for a moment, as if searching your expression for any sign of dishonesty or doubt. When he found nothing but conviction, he relaxed more, a hint of an almost... Happy and hopeful smile appeared on his face for a moment before he composed himself again. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that..." he murmured softly, his voice soft and quiet against the ambient noise of the air around them.

His grin was somewhat infectious. It wasn't everyday you saw him grin outside of missions. After taking a mental screenshot you finally processed his words. You send him a small smile before standing, “Come on, let's get you back to your room, you look like you're about to clock out” You lend him your hand acceptingly. 

Dabi nods in agreement, his hand intertwining with yours as he reluctantly stands up from the couch. He's rather unsteady on his feet, leaning against you for support "Yeah, m’pretty damn spent..." he mumbled, his head slightly fuzzy as the effects of the alcohol still linger.

You led him to his room, barren and small. ”I'm gonna get you some water, don't pass out just yet.” You let him go, moving towards the door. He groaned a bit as he laid down on the bed, a hand draped over his eyes as he mumbled out a response "I'm not going to pass out... I'm just resting my eyes for a minute." the words came out a bit slurred, but not enough that you couldn't understand.

You nod before walking out and coming back with a bottle of water for him. He removed his hand from his eyes to sit up slightly as you returned with the water. He took it with a small nod of gratitude, downing half the bottle in one gulp before setting it down with a soft huff. He looked up at you, the vulnerability from earlier returning as his eyes met yours once more "...Can I ask you something...?" You hum, leaning back on your palms at the edge of his bed.

His face flushed a bit, his gaze dropping from your eyes down to the bed as he spoke hesitantly "...Can you stay? Jus’ for a few minutes… I don't want to be alone..." Who knew he was so vulnerable even in his most sensitive state? You were definitely keeping all of this logged in your brain as a way to blackmail him once he woke up. 

“Of course” He accepts your response before curling into the bed. You let out a soft sigh, grabbing the abandoned blanket that had laid on the floor and draping it over him slightly. He shuffled a bit, however not retaliating against your advances. 

One part of you is slightly scared that he hadn’t meant it and maybe he was just being his delusional drunk self another part of you hopes that he remembers all of this in the morning. All you could count on was him. You glanced at him, his face relaxed despite the slight furrow of his brows. You guess you could stick with the latter.