#todoroki x fem!reader

[lolaxbunnyy]

IDK IF YOU STILL DO MY HERO ACADEMIA AS IM NEW- but I love your writing so

What about poly Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki x Fem!reader who’s nine months pregnant, due any day now. She’s about to go into labor but they’re not home due to a mission

Idk if I explained this well 💀

also I hope this is good enough I haven’t been on here in a while 😬 . Also I gave the baby a name and a gender if you want something else then you can feel free to change it. Also if anybody has anything they would like me to write please ask!

warnings: fem black reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, nothing bad though just enjoy.

SHOTO, IZUKU, AND KATSUKI. The top three most amazing and well known pro heros who were well loved by their fans had a little secret. They had a pretty little wife who was carrying one of their babies. Katsuki decided that he was going to be the one to get her pregnant first, the other two had no problem with that. After months of trying and no show she was finally pregnant and all four of them were so happy to finally have their first kid.

It’s been 9 months already and their precious baby girl has yet to leave her place within her mamas tummy.

Y/N rubbed her swollen belly as she did her rotations on her exercise ball. Katsuki’s mom was here helping her out with the little things that she needed. Mitsuki loved her from the moment Katsuki introduced them and now that she’s going to have a little grandchild she was even more happy with her future daughter in law.

"Y/N honey. The boys are calling again."Mitsuki said as she walked in from the kitchen to the living room rolling her eyes. “This is the fourth time they’ve called in the last hour.” Mitsuki chuckled.

"They're so worried that you're going to pop before they get back." Y/N grabbed the phone from, Mitsuki’s hand and put it up to her ear.

“Hello?” “Hey, baby. You doing okay?” Y/N rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. “Yes I’ve been okay since the last time you called.” She heard him chuckle. “Okay. You’re a little worked up. What happened? Sick of us calling?” Y/N giggled. “Nope, never. I can’t even miss or worry about you guys because you’re too busy calling all the time instead of focusing on your task that you three were sent to do.” Before Izuku could respond she heard the faint voice of someone talking to him. “Oi? Is that Curls?” Katsuki of course.

Y/N heard what sounded like the phone being snatched away from Izuku. “Oi, Curls! If you ever hand up in my face again we’re gonna have some problems when I get back home, you hear me?” Y/N chuckled. “Yes sir.” She heard the blonde kiss his teeth before handing the phone back to Izuku.

“Sorry, bout that. Anyways you’ve got some scolding to do to Katsuki anyways.” “Don’t you dare tell her about that!” She could tell Izuku rolled his eyes. “He was being careless today and almost lost his leg.” Katsuki grumbled. “ ‘Was not bein’ fuckin’ careless. ‘The hell was I s’posed to know he was gonna turn his leg in to a fuckin’ chain saw?!” Y/N pursed her lips. “Y’know if you two are done bickering we have matters to attend too.”

Shoto said out of nowhere. “That’s right. Well baby, look like we gotta go. We’ll see you next week, hopefully.” Katsuki butted in. “Yeah so tell the brat to avoid her eviction notices till then.” Y/N laughed. “I’m sure she heard you, Kat. I’ll see you boys next week. I love you.” “We love you more baby.” Then the phone clicked and the call was over.

Y/N sighed. She truly did miss them. Sure she enjoyed the company of her soon to be in laws, but she missed her boys. It was quiet and peaceful while they were away and she hated that. The bed was always cold and empty and she also hated that but it still smelled of them and she could at least appreciate that. So did the large shirt that she borrowed from Shoto’s side of the closet.

The boys had already been gone for two weeks and they’d be back home next week but it doesn’t feel like Blossom can wait any longer to be out in the world. Her eyes trailed over towards the belly cast that she had gotten done. The boys had decorated it all pretty and even drew a little family of four on it in Katsuki’s terrible excuse of a drawing. She’d never tell him that though because even if it was bad it’s still cute and still has meaning to it. She can still even feel their careful hands on her stomach.

Izuku’s hands are the most scarred and a little calloused but still firm and calming. Katsuki’s hands being the most calloused and somehow a bit sweaty from time to time. Sho’s hands were the softest but were always cold.

She missed the special treatment and massages they’d give her before they left. They were very caring and spoiling.

It’s been like this since they’ve found out that she was pregnant. They couldn’t be home for her, they had their moms take care of her. Then when they came home for the night, they’d be all over her because in their words, “you look so cute when you’re pregnant.”

She smiled softly at Mitsuki as she smelled the cooking of her favorite food. It’s getting later and later and there was a storm outside brewing. She didn’t want her poor boys caught outside in the rain.

"Y/N, Inko sent some more clothes for Blossom." Mitsuki smiled as she handed them to her. “Awe. We’re going to run out of space in her little closets.” Y/N held the shirt to her stomach. “Do you like it, B?” Y/N suddenly winced at a sharp pain in her stomach. “Okay, I’ll put it away.” But the pain kept coming. Mitsuki helped Y/N up carefully and at that very moment, her water broke.

Mitsuki immediately started to call phones. "Inko, Rei! It's happening! I need you here now! The babies coming!"

Mitsuki was rushing around the house to get the bags ready and extra clothes before helping her soon to be daughter in law towards the car.

Once they arrived after some time Mitsuki rushed in to get a nurse and she came back with a nurse who had a wheelchair ready and the both of them helped Y/N out of the car in to the chair and she was wheeled in and rushed towards the maternity floor. They put her in a room and went to go get things ready for her.

“Where the fuck are they going?!” Y/N whimpered out as one if her hands held her stomach while her other arm was draped across her face. Rei and Inko walked in. "They're going to get everything ready. More doctors and your epidural for your pain, Honey."Inko responded and Y/N hummed in pain.

“Did you call the boys?” Rei asked and Mitsuki nodded her head as she tried to get Y/N comfortable and situated. "Yes but they're not answering. I think they're too busy in what they're doing."

Rei let out a soft okay before looking at the clock on the wall. 12:03 AM it read. A nurse came back in and injected her with the medicine but it didn’t have time to do its job because right after the doctors came in and it was time for her baby girl to come out in to the world.

Everything went smoothly. (beside the three mothers having to stop Y/N from attacking the nurse. Twice. First time because if her giving her the epidural late and second because the bitch almost dropped her baby.) when Blossom was all cleaned up it was about. 2:19 when Y/N got to hold her baby and feed her.

She was so pretty. Her skin was a mix between Y/N and Katsuki and her hair was blonde and straight but Y/N was sure that her curls would come in soon. Last but not least her eyes her round and (e/c) just like her moms as she looked up at her through her blonde eyelashes. The three mothers huddled around Y/N to look at their granddaughter. "Awe. She's so pretty." Inko cooed softly. “I’ve got to get pictures.” Rei gushed and both her and Inko rushed to their purses to get their phone out while Mitsuki stayed by Y/N.

"Do you want me to get her so you can rest?" “Yes please, if you don’t mind.” Mitsuki took Blossom and soon after, Y/N was knocked out.

Izuku was the last person to get out of the bath for that morning. They’d been up since midnight going on a fake lead, practically wasting their time all night. Izuku grabbed what he thought was his phone but noticed that it was Katsuki’s. “Hey, Kachaan? You’ve got 10 missed calls from your mom.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he set down his freshly cooked spicy ramen.

He went to his call log and clicked on his mom’s name in face time. "Hello?" His mom’s face showed in the camera. “You called 10 times?” He said unamused. Thinking that it was just her being worried and paranoid again. "Well, I needed to tell you something." Katsuki hummed. “Kay?” The camera flipped around and Katsuki saw blonde hair then the phone fell to the floor as his mom let out an agitated ‘damn it’ before picking it up and a sleeping baby was shown.

“Is that?” "Yep." Inko cut off her son. “That’s Blossom guys!” The boys mouths dropped. Their daughter was so pretty just like her mommy. After that face time call that day the boys had to call off the mission to get home to their girls immediately.

Y/N was released from the hospital two days before they could come home so when they made it back they instantly without a second thought came straight home and they finally got to see their daughter. Blossoms little hair started to curl up a little so she most definitely started to look like Y/N.

Katsuki was the first to hold her and she was so small Katsuki feared that he might break her. Izuku and Shoto walked towards Katsuki, standing on either side of him as they looked down at their daughter. “She most definitely looks like a Blossom.” Shoto spoke softly as the little baby curiously looked at the three men.

Their moms smiled at them. "Congrats boys!" Mitsuki had tears in her eyes as little sniffles came out. "Oh my goodness. I'm finally a grandma! I'm never gonna get over this!" She cried into Inko’s shoulder and Inko patted her back comfortingly. “I wanna hold her next.” Izuku held his arms out and Katsuki carefully handed Blossom to him. Once he was secure in his arms, Katsuki turned towards Y/N.

He smiled softly and he walked over towards her giving her a kiss on her cheek. He watched the others coo over the little blonde haired baby.

“Thank you so much, baby.” Three months later, the world knew about their two girls after Izuku had posted a video of Blossom giggling away at Katsuki and Shoto making silly faces at her while Y/N just watched in the background with a big smile on her face. That video was the most brought up topic in their latest interviews and they didn’t mind at all telling the world about their girls.

this story belongs to @lolaxbunnyy !!

[aaakikoo]

SOMETHING PRECIOUS

summary → when you think that you nothing in your life other than to get married to the prince your parents set you up with, someone else comes along your way.

paring → bodyguard! b.katsuki x princess f!reader

an → sorry this took so long, and this is so shitty omggg! Been busy lately :)

warnings → cursing, killing attempt, uncomfortable situations etc, tell me if I missed any! VERY CORNY AND NOT READ PROOF, idk what was happening here icl.

series m.list - this is part 3

“Hurry y/n.” Your mother said as she dragged you from your room down to the dining room. Where prince Todoroki and has parents along with your father, the king sat.

“Good morning y/n, my beautiful daughter.” Your father said as he welcomed you in with your mother. You both took a seat on each of his sides.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Prince Todoroki said as he took your hand and kissed the top of it. After that moment you didn’t want to sit with him anymore.

“G-good morning.”

You sat there next to the man you hated the most as the everyone else discussed while you remained silent, not that anyone will take your ideas or thoughts seriously.

After that meeting you went back to your room, changed to a smaller more comfier dress and took a stroll down your garden to water your plants.

After you had finished you went back to your quarters to be met with a familiar face.

“Good afternoon, princess.” Bakugou said as he opened the door for you.

“Drop the formalities and get in.” He didn’t have a choice, you pulled him anyways.

“Can I help you, princess?”

“I told you to drop the formalities.” You said and room fell quiet.

“What do you need then, y/n?” He said as he took off his suit jacket and hanged it on one of your pink Victorian chairs.

“Do you remember what I said the other night?” You were shying away, Bakugou knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Yes I do.” He replied with crossed arms.

“Have you..considered or even thought about what I said..”

he sighed deeply. “Not very much. Because there is no point, you’re a princess, waiting to get married to another prince who is soon to be a king. While I am just your bodyguard that can be replaced any moment. Why would I ever consider something that will never happen?”

His words hit you very hard as you looked deeply into his eyes and said.

“It could happen. If I run away.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. I am here to do my job, not to make you my wife.”

“But I-I don’t love prince Todoroki. I don’t want his wife or have anything to do with him.” You were crying at that point. Bakugou hugged you very tight.

“I know that you’ve never asked for any of this, and I know this unfair. But the world isn’t fair. I know you appreciate me, and I appreciate you too, but we can never be together.” He said as he stroked your hair.

“Can we at least be friends?” You asked.

“It’s fine with me.”

You and Bakugou sat in your carriage on your way downtown to go shopping, just because you felt like it.

He had carried all of your bags and put them at the back of your carriage.

“I need a break from home so badly, it’s always nice to be here.” You said as Bakugou smiled at your enthusiasm.

As he was about to say something you heard a loud bang and him screaming your name at the top of his lungs.

As you both fell down to the ground, him on top of you.

You couldn’t process what happened as he already started running after someone. You ran quickly to your carriage and sat yourself inside, waiting for Bakugou.

Many minutes had passed and you didn’t know what was going on.

As you had decided to order the carriage driver to leave, he then came with a stranger between his two arms, wearing all black, wrapped with an old rope.

“Y/n, get home. I’ll be there soon.” Bakugou said as he was panting.

“No get in.” You fought back.

“Y/N LEAVE! ILL BE THERE SOON.”

You knew not to say anything back as you sadly nodded and made your way home.

As you got home you ran straight to your parents office where they were sat there looking very stressed out till you entered the room. Your mom ran over to you and hugged you.

“My y/n, what happened? we got calls from your bodyguard and from the police!”

“Mother! We were heading back from the city and I think someone tried to shoot me, but Bakugou chased after him and told me to get home.”

As your father was about to speak your personal maid knocked on the open door,

“Sorry to disturb, but there is alot going on downstairs.”

You and your family headed downstairs to see your bodyguard standing and panting heavily, and police officers and patrollers standing by the entrance.

“CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE?”

Your father yelled in frustration.

“Your majesty let me explain. As far as I am concerned, princess y/n was on her way back from a trip to the city when all of the sudden she gets attacked by this man right here.”

One of the police officers pulls the man from behind.

“Mr. Bakugou right here whom happened to be her bodyguard defended her and chased him down till he caught him and wrapped him with old ropes that he had found on the streets. We took both of them in to our department for investigations, and after along time we find out that someone had paid this man to attack the princess in different ways” The officer finishes and bows his head to the king out of respect.

“Can that explain the attack that happened while we were at the neighboring kingdom?” You asked and Bakugou was very quick to answer.

“Yes. But we need to figure out how he and perhaps other know when you are at home and when you aren’t, and how exactly did he get so close to the prince Todorokis estate.”

Your father had chatted with the police he told them to have more police officers patrolling in the cities, and keep their heads up at all times.

[bokutosbabe]

A Place in this World

Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

CW; Shoto pushing reader to figure out her future, reader is a free spirit, Shoto gets annoyed, talk of shoto being like his dad (it’s for the story i promise), fairly short, healthy relationship with bickering,  based on taylor swift’s ���a place in this world” obvi, let me know if i missed anything!

Synopsis; Being at UA usually meant you were going to become a pro hero, but you really weren’t sure what you wanted to do; which drives your goal driven boyfriend, shoto,  up the wall.

Being at UA meant you had the best pipeline into being a pro hero, but you weren’t even sure if that was how you wanted to live. There were so many other career paths; a doctor, a teacher, a business owner. All of them seemed like something you were so much more interested in, but you still weren’t sure.

“You still haven’t decided to be a hero yet?”Shoto, your boyfriend of six months now, was a very goal oriented person and knew exactly what he wanted to do after graduation. Surpass his father as a hero. Maybe someone as carefree and fearless as you shouldn’t have even come into contact with a person like Shoto, but you know the old saying, “opposites attract” or whatever. And while,yes, you and Shoto attracted each other, there were also times where it seemed like you two were the same ends of a magnet, always trying to pull apart due to the force.

That force was your indecisiveness. Shoto, as much as he didn’t wish to admit it, was like his father in very little ways; ways that no one except people who were really close to him would see. The need to be a top hero, the need for his partner to also be a hero, those were what he gained from his father even though he didn’t wish to admit it. “Hmm…nope! Ya know, I could be a daycare worker! I do love kids.” If he didn’t know you better, Shoto could have assumed you were simply doing this to get on his nerves, but you weren’t. You were simply a girl trying to find a place in this world. A place where you wouldn’t be scrutinized over one wrong move, but also a place where you received and gave out affection. A place like that was hard to find, and you weren’t sure you’d ever come into contact with it. 

“Y/N come on, what more do you need? You go to UA, you’re doing a work study, and everyone has seen your quirk from the sports festival! You’re thinking too hard about this. Just become a hero.” and here came the problem with dating a man who knew what he wanted out of life; the constant pressure to figure out what the hell you wanted to do. 

“I don’t know. Seems like a lot of work. What about a pediatric nurse?” You had always loved kids and the medical field seemed like a simpler way of being a superhero, at least to you. “You’re going to change that idea tomorrow.” “Tomorrow's a mystery! You never know~” you gave the boy a small smile, you knew how annoyed he got with you, but luckily he stayed around.

You could only hope he stayed around long enough for you to find your place in this world.

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Cold as You

[gatitties]

Stars

─ Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader

─ Summary: looking at the stars is now a hobby for both of us.

─ Warnings: none

You put the jacket on your shoulders, the air outside was cold and the night sky made its way through the last golden rays of the sun, with calm steps you climbed the stairs of the building to the roof. You curved your lips up when you saw the beautiful view, it was relaxing to go up and contemplate the constellations after a long day training and studying, but above all to get away from all worries, just empty brain contemplating live art.

You were slightly startled by feeling the warm touch of another person on your shoulder, not feeling the silent person who positioned himself next to you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

You smiled at him, somewhat surprised to see Todoroki there, who usually went to bed early, or you simply didn't think he would ever visit the roof of the dormitories at nightfall.

"It's nothing."

You played it down, contemplating the stars above the sky, resting your arms on the railing that separated your body from a drop several meters high, Shoto remained silent, following your gaze and turning his eyes from time to time towards your figure, as if he wanted to say something but he didn't even know what, he really didn't know what he was doing there either, but since he saw you constantly go up to the roof he was curious to know what you were doing up there for so long. You caught his gaze several times, causing a tingle in your body, with a small sigh you turned to face him.

"They are pretty, aren't they?"

"Huh?"

"The stars are really beautiful."

You smiled pointing at the starry sky that hung over both of you, once again admiring the mantle stained with bright points.

"Yes, they are."

He muttered following the direction in which you were pointing to the starry sky, although he had a slightly confused look, making you laugh slightly, you knew he had no idea what you were pointing to, apart from, obviously, the little suns with no apparent form.

"That's the Ursa Minor."

"The… Ursa Minor?"

He narrowed his eyes without being able to visualize the figure, as before, only seeing a lot of white dots without forming a concrete silhouette. You approached him, grabbing his arm, stretching it out, resting your head next to his to try to have the same vision, you pointed his finger towards the stars, joining the lines that formed that constellation.

"I see." he turned his face, being a few centimeters from yours, causing your face to feel hot, you smiled nervously, seeing his eyes full of pure curiosity "Can you teach me more?"

You nodded, relaxing your body, without breaking the distance, noticing how his warm skin made contact with yours while you pointed to the most constellations on the mantle, murmuring some mythological data about them while he listened with complete concentration.

It was routine to go up to the roof at night after that encounter.

[lil-writer-523]

Im gonna cry, this is so cute!!!

And so funny!!!

Intimacy

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ A chill morning with you and Shoto. However, you forget you’re having company. Spoiler alert: you guys like to cuddle naked

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Shoto's soft breaths pan over your skin. His chill fingers rest on your stomach, his face tucked in your neck. You don't know how long you'd been laying there after you woke, but you didn't dare move, wanting to soak up all the time of cuddling you had left.

At some point, you finally decide to turn around. Slow, turning in Shoto's hold and pressing more against his chest. You loved times like these. You could run your hands through his hair, down his chest, and just feel close to him.

Even after all the years, you've been together, lying with him never gets old. You adapted to stripping away all your clothes when you guys slept. It's perfect for both of you. Sensual, intimate, the skin-to-skin makes you both feel happy, connected.

"You know they'll be awake any second now, right?" Shoto's voice pulls you from your tranquil thoughts. You blink and look up at him. His tired eyes barely cracked open as he looked at you, a small smile trying to pull at his lips.

"Yeah, well, we can probably stretch for a few more minutes," you say.

You both knew the twins would be up soon, wanting breakfast as they always did, but if you could, you'd stay in bed with Shoto as long as possible.

Shoto tightens his arm around you, pressing your naked body closing, feeling content and at peace. You close your eyes again and shift up a bit so you can bury your face in his neck, feeling yourself slip back asleep.

Sure enough, though, within seconds, you hear the patter of two sets of little feet racing down the hallway and bursting into your room.

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!"

"Yuri, Yuki, what have we told you about coming into our room when the door's closed. You have to knock," Shoto gently scolds, discretely lifting the blankets a little higher over your body for security. With you and Shoto's cuddling habits, plus how close and comfortable you are, ever since the twins could walk and get around on their own, you guys told them if your door was closed, knock. You never knew what you two could be doing or what the situation was, and you didn't want them to see something they shouldn't.

"But grandma told us to wake you!" Yuki chirps happily, standing next to your bed.

Your eyes snap open, and you pull away slightly to sit up and turn around. "Wait, grandma-"

"Good morning!" your mother coo as she enters the room, tray table in hand.

Your eyes widen, your hand flying to secure the blanket over your chest as you completely sit up. "Mom! You- I-I forgot you were coming today. How'd you get in?" your surprise quickly switches to confusion.

"My lovely grandkids, of course," she says, happy, as she sets the tray on the edge of your bed. "I made breakfast."

"Mommy, are you naked?" Yuri asks, a confused look on his face as he stands directly next to you, able to see your bare back.

"Oh, I- I-"

"FREEZY!" Yuki shouts as she appears at the other side of your bed, activating her quirk, little icicles forming in her hands, and presses them to Shoto's back. Shoto hisses and jumps, his body pressing against yours as he scoots away from the little girl.

It's something she picked up on doing ever since she found her quirk. She'd surprise Todoroki and press her cold hands to his body randomly. Usually, his legs, maybe even his butt since that's all she could reach, but since he was laid down on his side, she could get to his bare skin, immediately taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Where did she even learn to do that?" Shoto groans and turns over, burying his face into his pillow as he tries to warm his back.

"Mom, can you please take them and wait outside while we get ready?" you plead, wanting a few moments for you and Shoto to collect yourselves. "And Yuki, Yuri, I told you both not to open the door for anyone. Do not do that again, even if you think you know who it is," you give the five-year-old boy next to you a stern look.

Your mother nods and starts to turn back to the door. "Come on, kid. Why don't we let your parents start eating and get dressed, and I'll take you to the park."

Yuki has always been the twin you have to watch out for the most since she's so outgoing and energetic. So once again, you don't notice as she pulls the chair that's next to the bed from Shoto's desk, settling it next to the bed and climbing on it, then jumping on you two, effectively startling you both.

As a reflex, you put your hands out to catch and stable her in your lap, but that also makes the blanket fall from your chest, plus ruffling the covers and moving them off Shoto as well. “But I wanna stay here,” she says when she lands.

Yuri gasps, "Mommy is naked!" his little face scrunching up as he points.

"Daddy is too!!" Yuki shouts as she looks at Shoto.

"Ewwwwww." They both say in unison.

Shoto is quick to try to cover himself up as you do the same, trying to shimmy the blanket back between you and the little girl on your lap. “Alright, alright, come on, let’s give them some privacy and you can join them for lunch later,” your mom tries again. This time it works, the kids sigh and begin to exit your room. “Next time maybe they’ll be ready for the surprise company,” your mom says, giving you a teasing look.

“Mom!”

“What? Not my fault you two do it like rabbits,” she teases.

“Do wha-“ Yuri starts.

“We weren’t-“ you say at the same time.

“Byeeeee!” your mom interrupts as she closes the door.

You and Shoto sigh, relaxing back into the bed and taking a moment. “Those kids,” you sigh.

“That mother,” Shoto snickers.

“Our family,” you look over at him, both of you erupting in laughter.

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Ahem: @fandomsuggestions @izukuisbaby @motzgurke

[sup-hoes-its-me]

You're desperate for them right now

feat: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, iida, mirio, shinsou

Summary: (requested) fem!reader texts the boys that they need that dick rn. i used a bunch of characters for this one, so if i missed any that you really wanted, feel free to message me.

NSFW so read at your own discretion. use of "daddy" and "slut" once if anyone is uncomfortable with that. sometimes i just like to post something a little bit naughty, ya kno?

bakugo:

midoriya:

todoroki:

tamaki:

iida:

mirio:

shinsou:

[kateschi]

what goes unsaid

synopsis: you started to notice small things todoroki does, but you’re not sure what they mean just yet.

pairing: timeskip!todoroki shoto x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: i listened to you guys

the buzz of the office fades into background noise as you shuffle through the latest batch of mission reports.

your shoulders ache from a particularly rough day in the field, and the stiffness in your neck only serves to remind you of the long hours stretching ahead.

you rub your temples, trying to stave off the impending headache.

“rough day?”

the voice pulls you from your thoughts, low and calm with a subtle edge of concern. shoto todoroki stands in the doorway to your shared agency’s common room, his presence as composed as ever.

his hero uniform is slightly scuffed, evidence of his own busy day. still, his mismatched eyes fix on you, quiet but observant.

“yeah, you could say that,” you reply with a weak smile, closing the folder in front of you. “I’ll be fine, though. just a few reports to finish up.”

without another word, todoroki crosses the room. he places a paper cup on the desk beside you, the warm aroma of your favorite coffee wafting up immediately. you blink, glancing between him and the cup.

“thought you could use this,” he says simply, his tone casual but laced with that understated sincerity that’s so distinctly him.

your lips twitch upward despite yourself. “thanks, todoroki. you didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he replies, his voice steady as he turns to leave.

it’s not the first time he’s done something like this—little gestures that seem small on the surface but hold a surprising amount of thoughtfulness.

you’ve chalked it up to his polite nature, the way he’s always been one to notice when someone needs a hand.

but lately, those gestures seem to happen more often, and each time they do, you can’t help but wonder if there’s more behind them.

a few days later, the intensity of the work begins to weigh on you again. a gruelling mission left you feeling physically and emotionally drained, and your muscles protest every movement you make.

you collapse on the couch in the break room, still in your hero gear, too tired to even think about a shower.

todoroki walks in, fresh from the shower, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. he eyes you for a moment before disappearing into the adjacent kitchenette.

you don’t think much of it until he returns a few minutes later, setting a small ice pack on the table beside you.

“for your shoulder,” he says, nodding toward where you’d been absentmindedly massaging your arm.

you blink, caught off guard by the quiet care in the gesture. “oh, thanks. you didn’t—”

“you overextend that side sometimes,” he interrupts, his voice calm. “you should be careful.”

your mouth opens, but no words come out. instead, you nod, pressing the ice pack against your shoulder as he sits in the chair across from you. the silence that follows is surprisingly comfortable.

you can feel the weight of his gaze occasionally flicking over to you, but it’s not heavy or demanding—more like a quiet understanding, the kind that doesn’t require explanation.

there’s a certain ease between you two, even when neither of you says much.

it’s in the way todoroki always seems to anticipate what you need, how he quietly adjusts the environment around you without ever making a show of it. and for reasons you can’t fully explain, it feels…right.

the moments continue to add up, each one more subtle than the last.

after a long patrol, you find a bottle of water placed carefully on your desk with a note—drink up, you’ve been dehydrated all day.

it’s an obvious thing, but the gesture still feels personal, like he noticed something you hadn’t even considered.

the next day, you’re struggling to get through a particularly difficult set of paperwork when your phone buzzes on the table. you glance at the screen to see a message from him: how’s the report going? 

you smirk at the simplicity of it. he knew exactly what you were doing.

when you reply that you’re about to hit a wall, todoroki doesn’t respond immediately.

but later, when you make your way into the break room for a quick break, there’s a sandwich on the counter—your favorite kind, carefully wrapped in a napkin.

no note this time, just the quiet understanding that he had noticed, even from across the building.

it’s when you’re sitting on the rooftop of the agency a few weeks later that the weight of it all really hits you. the city sprawls out before you, the lights twinkling against the night sky.

you’re lost in your thoughts when the sound of footsteps pulls you back.

todoroki appears at your side, a familiar calmness in his expression. he doesn’t say anything right away, just leans against the railing beside you.

the silence between you is surprisingly comfortable, the kind that doesn’t demand to be filled. you’ve shared enough of these moments that you don’t feel the need to say anything.

“figured you’d be up here,” he says eventually, his gaze still fixed on the horizon.

you glance at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “needed a breather. what about you?”

“same,” he admits. “it’s been a long day.”

there’s something in his voice, a small shift, and for the first time, you realize just how much of an emotional weight he carries.

you’ve always known him to be calm, calculated, and collected, but there’s something more underneath, a pressure he doesn’t always show.

when he looks at you now, there’s something in his eyes—something softer, more open than usual.

“thanks for the coffee earlier,” you say, breaking the silence. “and…everything else. you don’t have to do all that, you know.”

he turns his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours. there’s a flicker of something in his expression, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift. “I know,” he says simply. “but I want to.”

his words hang in the air, quieter and more vulnerable than usual, and for the first time, you see the full weight of what he’s been doing all along.

these small gestures, these little acts of kindness, have been his way of showing something he’s never been able to put into words.

weeks pass, and despite everything happening around you—missions, deadlines, late-night training—there’s a steady rhythm to the way shoto treats you.

he’s never one to speak loudly about his emotions, but the small things he does start to stand out in a way that feels undeniable.

there are days when you catch him looking at you from across the room, his expression slightly more intense than usual.

he doesn’t say anything, but you notice the way his eyes linger a little longer than they should, as if he’s trying to figure something out.

he’s quiet around you, often lost in his thoughts, but when he speaks, it’s always with a softness that’s impossible to ignore.

it’s as if every word he says carries the weight of more than just friendship—though, he’ll never admit it outright.

it’s late one evening when the two of you find yourselves standing side by side in the agency’s common room.

the glow of the lights is soft, the building nearly empty after the day’s work. you’re both exhausted, but neither of you is quite ready to head home.

shoto hands you a fresh towel as you come out of the shower, his movements slow and deliberate. you notice how carefully he looks after even the smallest details:

making sure the towel’s warm and that the temperature in the room is just right.

you take it from him with a soft smile. “you’ve been really nice to me lately.”

shoto pauses, his eyes flicking to yours. there’s an emotion there you can’t quite place, something quiet and unspoken.

“I don’t mind,” he says, his voice steady. “I want to.”

the words hit you harder than you expect, and for a moment, you’re both silent, the air between you charged with something that hasn’t been said aloud but feels clear all the same.

you’ve always known shoto in pieces—quiet, introspective, deeply caring in his own way—but this is different. this is more.

when you step closer, your heart thumping louder than it should, he doesn’t pull away.

instead, he looks down at you, his mismatched eyes soft with something that’s not quite a confession but feels like one all the same.

“I’ve always wanted to be there for you,” he adds quietly, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “I just…couldn’t figure out how.”

the quiet honesty of it leaves you breathless, and for a moment, you let the words come freely.

“you’re doing it, shoto,” you say. “you’ve been doing it.”

before either of you can say another word, the space between you seems to shrink of its own accord.

his gaze lingers on yours, and there’s a long moment of quiet before you close the small gap, your breath mingling with his.

his hand lifts, brushing against your cheek, and it’s the gentlest touch, but it sends a warmth through you that settles deep in your chest. without a word, he leans in.

and when his lips meet yours, it’s not forceful, nor is it rushed—it’s as natural as everything else that’s happened between you.

when you pull back, there’s a soft smile on his lips, a look of quiet satisfaction as he rests his forehead against yours.

“guess this makes it official,” you chuckle.

he hums, “yeah.”

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do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[luviisabella]

Pro-Hero!Shoto who gives you a kiss on the cheek/forehead before leaving to his agency.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who’s left a note saying when he’ll be back if things go well on patrol and with paperwork.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who can’t help but smile when paparazzi and news reporters ask “is that a ring on his finger?!” Now all he can think about is how you’re waiting for him at home.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who, despite coming home late some days, likes to bring you flowers. Every night he’ll get rid of the old ones he got you and replace them with new ones.

Pro-Hero!Shoto who can be needy sometimes.. he’s occupied with a million things as a pro-hero but when he comes home to his beautiful wife cooking dinner and humming to herself, he remembers why he fell in love with her.

—

“S-shoto” I have to cook dinner.

His right hand comes to cover yours as you hold onto the wooden spoon placed in the pot. He had just come home from work, his uniform still on and his scent filling your senses.

He kept placing kisses along your jawline, to your ear, to your neck, and now he’s revealed your shoulder and began leaving another trail of kisses there too.

“Sho-“ you practically whine trying to get his attention and with no words all he does is turn off the stove, pick you up, and carry you to the bathroom.

His face buried in your neck on the journey there.

—

“M’ sorry, I just missed you today. I promise to cook dinner after to make it up to you.”

[ninibeingdelulu]

It's too much ?

a/n: suggestiveness (a lot)

Your fingernails rake down the taut planes of his heaving back as his hips pin you deliciously to the mattress.

Swollen lips crash together in a messy tangle of heat and need drawing breathy whimpers from your very core with each sinful sweep of his tongue.

"Mmm..." Another desperate moan catches in your throat when he grinds down with purpose, coaxing delirious friction against that throbbing ache rapidly blooming between your thighs.

His name drips like melted sin from your kiss-swollen mouth in encouragement.

Before you can even register the movement, he suddenly wrenches away - chest heaving and his eyes wide with molten arousal.

You whine pitifully at the abrupt loss of contact until his forehead thumps against your shoulder accompanied by a strangled groan torn straight from his gut.

"Fuck..."

The singular expletive rasps out in an utterly wrecked breath fanning over your already feverish skin.

You can't bite back the husky giggle that bubbles up at how thoroughly ruined that typically stoic demeanor has become in mere moments.

"Aw...can't handle a few little kisses there, baby ?"

You tease with a breathy lilt, fingers ghosting back up to toy with the damp strands sticking to his nape.

"My lips must be very good to have you so hot and bothered already..."

His head shakes minutely against your collarbone before shifting enough to angle that scorching bedroom stare directly into your now hopelessly dazed one.

Those powerful hands instantly slide upwards to map every tantalizingly bare inch - practically searing your flesh in tingling trails.

"No...I can handle those just fine..."

He visibly shudders when you boldly arch up into his caressing palms with a teasing whimper for emphasis.

"It's the obscene little noises you keep making,...shit. You have no idea what those fucking sounds do to me..."

He punctuates that particular statement by sealing his mouth over yours once again with a possessive growl quickly swallowed between famished lips.

You smile victoriously into the fiery clash of tongues and roaming hands intent on reducing you both to puddles before morning's light.

cloud strife, zack fair, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, michael kaiser, sasuke uchiwa, aki hayawaka, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, shota aizawa, levi ackerman, eren jaeger

[with-my-calamitous-love]

more gentlemen thoughts, insta edition 🤍🫧

gentleman! bakugou, who makes you tag him in photos of you. who says he doesn’t give a fuck about social media, but who is always the first to view/like your stories. who makes you delete other guys comments on your posts who knows your beautiful and knows damn well how jealous he gets. who barely ever posts, but lets up with a collage of all his favourite photos of you and a sweet caption on your anniversary. who rolls his eyes when you freak out about it, but loves how it makes you blush.

gentleman! izuku, who dedicates a highlight to you. who puts your user in his bio with a little <3 next to it. who only occasionally posts on his stories, but does it more when he’s with you. who will send you pics of animals being cute together and say ‘us.’ who makes long captions on your anniversary, probably having to continue it in the comments. whose students find his instagram and tease him about all the sweet photos with you. who isn’t ashamed about showing you off.

gentleman! shouto, who doesn’t really understand the concept of instagram until you show him. who is the kind of guy to have the blank profile photo until changing it to a photo of you and him. who reminds you not to doomscroll, but always finds the most obscure reels to send to you. who has a groupchat with all his siblings and adds you to it, though he only sends gifs, emojis, or one-worded texts. who loves those subtle soft launches- holding hands, or posting a selfie with lipstick kisses on his face (his followers freak out.)

gentleman! kirishima, who you have those dumb, matching profile pictures with (you know EXACTLY what i’m talking about !). who loves posting workout photos with you, mirror selfies where he’s back hugging you with the caption saying how proud he is of you. who puts your initial in his bio, and turns almost as red as his hair when he sees the e.k <3 in yours. who only has posts for his family and for you. who somehow has the worst photos of you, but insists on loving them anyway- he’ll delete them if you really want him to, but he’ll pout relentlessly. who reposts every one of your selfies, just proud to love you.

gentleman! denki, who makes you his profile picture- a cute, funny photo or maybe a photo of you as a kid. who is never not sending you things (he is the ceo of brainrot). who posts clips of you two playing games together, conveniently only posting the clips where you suck just to tease you. who always reposts the ‘i love my girlfriend’ tiktoks and tags you in his stories. who posts cute screenshots of ur convos and call screens whenever you’ve been on for a long time. who comments on your posts saying ‘i won’.

gentleman! hitoshi, who puts your user in his bio and ‘favourite’ right next to it. who only has two posts on his profile- just a random one with little sneak peaks from his life, and one thats just you. who manages to take the best photos of you without even trying, and refuses to delete them even when they take up half his storage. who is a fast responder only for you, taking hours to text back anyone but who’ll read your text right away. who has a link to your shared spotify playlist in his bio (he has the best music taste). who has you and you alone on his cfs, posting little messages and online love letters for you to see <3

[minkoq]

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

soft sex scenarios with aged up! bnha boys; fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, soft sex, praise kink, p in v, nipple play

🎐— just thinking about midoriya fucking you so softly into the mattress, while you whine out his name in pleasure. him tracing patterns on your back while giving you light kisses on your shoulder, whispering sweet praises to you.

🎐— iida giving you head! circling your clit with his tongue, softly fingering your clenching cunt, sometimes blowing gently against your clit since he knows how sensitive you can be.

🎐— todoroki brushing your hair out of your face since he always wants to keep eye contact with you, gazing into your doe eyes as his cock slides between your folds. slicking his cock up with your juices before pushing into you gently, watching your expression change.

🎐— bakugou sucking on your nipples while you sit on his lap, coating them with his own saliva. cupping your left breast while sucking on the other, kneading it gently like dough. his cock aching in his pants as he rubs his bulge against your clothed pussy.

[bbkoolkatz]

bnha characters when you leave them alone with your baby and it starts crying.

incl: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T, Amajiki, H. Sero, O. Uraraka, M. Yaoyorozu, M. Ashido

I fking hate writer's block mannn... the Mina request💫 and part 3 to prof! Izuku will be out soon! so hv this thing in the meantime 🙏

mlist!

[baby-tini]

This man burns the sheets when he cums. Especially if you're riding him, his head thrown back, tight grip on the soaked sheets as he whimpers... hands always moving. He can never keep still when he's about to cum, especially if you're overstimulating his cock, continously pulling orgasm after orgasm out of him. He panting like dehydrated dog, running his hands over your thighs, slapping your ass, playing with your pretty tits. He just can't. keep. still. So in turn, anytime he tries too touch you, you bat his hands away, so now his only hold on reality is the ruined sheets, pulling so harshly they start to tear at the seams, and that's when you smell it. Burnt cloth filling your lungs as you catch blue flames in the corner of your eyes.

He's shaking, body convulsing as he whines. Thighs shaking as the sheets start to burn, back arching while his eyes roll back. Pleasding for you too keep going, let him fill you up again, tight, wet cunt squeezing him for everything he's worth. Your nails scratching nasty, red marks down his chest. Sweaty strands of white hair sticking to his forehead as cerulean eyes stare up at you, onyx swallowing the blue whole.

"Please baby... fuckkk- keep going, yeah, yeah- just like that. Tightest fucking cunt, you want my cum so bad, don't you slut, huh?... mmhm shit." And of course, "sorry for the sheets babe, I'll buy you new ones pretty girl."

@dabislittlemouse I keep reading and re-reading your "riding dabi" post. He's so fucking pretty, also I feel like he gets tired from over-using his quirk so he'll have you ride him quite often.

[twilovesshuake]

Y/n: *Pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

Shoto: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

Midoriya: And you just ran away?!

Y/n: I didn't expect him to flirt back, I didn't even know he could do that.

[kurooh]

SWEET / or, sharing a joint with shoto one late night in bed.

★ warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, smoking (weed), slowish sex, cunnilingus, eating sugar scrub.

“ooh, that peppermint smells so good, sho.”

“you think so?” he replies with a whisper, voice low and soft as he presses kisses into the slope of your shoulder. “i was hoping you’d say that, heh.”

you lazily sweep your hand through his damp hair, lightly tugging on minty tufts of red and white. “of course i think so, sho,” you giggle, raising the joint to your lips and snuggling up closely against his warm body, “you always smell amazing.”

“as do you,” the compliment naturally rolls off his tongue and shoto smiles into your skin, a small and happy smile. “honestly, your sugar scrub is amazing. sometimes when i’m in the shower..”

his voice trails off and you hurriedly blow smoke out your lips, handing him the joint. “no, you just started a story. you have to finish it, please!”

shoto laughs, inhaling deeply to try and build up his resolve so it won’t be as painful when you laugh at him. “mmm,” he inhales softly, tucking his face into your neck, right below your ear, “i may have eaten it a few times.”

“what!?” you laugh, startled and shaking in his arms, “there’s no way you’ve eaten that shit.”

the room spins a little, and the flowing curtains seem to move in slow motion. although the air is cold, you’re pressed up close to your personal heater and absolutely loving it. shoto throws an arm over your hip and tugs you into him, startling to giggle along with you. it’s ridiculous to think about — him standing in the shower and scooping sweet sugar scrub into his mouth like winnie the pooh with some honey.

“i do hope you forget about this by tomorrow,” he huffs, reaching toward the bedside table to snuff out the joint in an ashtray. “hmm, maybe a kiss will speed up the process for the both of us?”

“fineee,” you give in, letting him lean over you to connect your lips. your mouths meet languidly, in a way that’s not at all hurried and entirely relaxed. what starts off as a simple, chaste kiss becomes something more in no time; shoto’s hands start to wander and you turn over, pressing your front into his. he tastes like smoky weed and sweetness — the exact flavor and scent of your sugar scrub. obviously, he took a bite or two while you weren’t looking while in the shower earlier.

his hair is still soft and damp, and you’re skin to skin beneath the blankets. through the haze, you can feel your hearts beating together — there’s little time to think about it before he’s tugging away for breath. “sho,” your lower lip wobbles as he lavishes your neck and chest in quick, open mouthed kisses, “we already went a few rounds in the shower, ‘m still a little tired.”

almost immediately, shoto pulls back, cheeks growing rosier than usual. “i wasn’t thinking of that.”

“i can literally feel you getting hard against me.”

he sighs, embarrassed. those earnest, reddened eyes of his seem to pin you down against the downy pillows when he throws a bashful look at you. “i’ve just been thinking about a midnight snack. it’s midnight, is it not?”

sure enough, you glance over at his phone, which lights up with a recent photo of the two of you set as the lockscreen. you offer him a cheeky smile, interested in his sudden craving for a sweet snack, “looks like it. sooo, what did you have in mind?”

“well, lovey,” he huffs, quickly and carefully angling himself onto his stomach between your thighs. the soft pads of his fingers trace invisible designs into your skin and he speaks while looking directly into your eyes. “since the shower, i’ve been wanting to eat you up.”

your hand slips beneath his chin and you cup his cheek affectionately, thumb stroking over his lower lip. your breath hitches when he lightly sucks your finger into his mouth, eyeing you as he swirls his tongue around it.

“well, what’re you waiting for?” you ask, voice trembling when he lets your finger go with a pop! and nuzzles his face into your hip. shoto litters the plush skin with kisses that already make you whine quietly. it’s the excitement and anticipation that has sticky arousal pooling between your thighs — he’s a good eater.

sensually and slowly, shoto’s tongue drags over the downward slope of your pelvis, pretty eyes on yours as he descends further.

“tell me what you want, hm?” he urges, voice thick and sultry.

“t-the way you usually do it,” you whisper, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment when he arches a brow in faux confusion. “sho, pleaseee.”

“i want you to tell me, though,” he counters, warm breath fanning right over your slick cunt. god, it’s unbearable . . he’s so close and yet so far away. “don’t be all shy, it’s jus’ me.”

you spread your legs, giving him a better view of your pussy and the wetness that leaks from your folds. bashfully, you clear your throat. “i—um, i want you to lick me, that’s what you always do first.”

the words at the end of your sentence wobble when he does as you say, pale eyelids fluttering shut so he can drink you up. his tongue, hot and silky, strokes up and down your slit hungrily. you continue, shuddering, “and use your fingers to rub my clit—fuck, right there—need you to lick harder.”

“like this?” shoto mumbles innocently, thumb finding your clit while he starts to lap at your messy folds. slowly, he applies more pressure with that tongue of his, starting to slurp up your slick and his own saliva while he rolls your clit between his fingers. it seems to happen quickly, but that foggy haze in your head delays everything deliciously and makes you more sensitive to his touch. soon enough, you’re rocking your hips toward his face while you arch off the bed, a hand sliding into his hair while the other squeezes at the sheets.

“sho, ‘s perfect, just don’t stop.”

just like you’ve taught him to, he listens, letting himself slip into a state of euphoria. your smell, taste, and sounds are amplified by the weed but it doesn’t feel like too much. in fact, it’s not enough.

your breath catches in your throat when his large hands grasp your thighs and pull you into his face. he lets out a pleased moan, which is muffled by the lewd slurping and sucking of your cunt.

oh, shoto’s tongue is killer—it’s got your eyes rolling back into your skull while you shudder. with him, everything is even better because he’s always made it clear that he eats it for his pleasure, which is yours.

“ah, god,” you whimper, back arching off the bed, “sho, just a little harder—yeah, you’re gonna make me c-cum, please don’t stop!”

the ceiling seems to swirl around, and shocks of electricity race through your body, zapping away your focus on anything else. your legs are trembling on either side of his head, and you’re panting just from looking at him enjoying himself between your legs. it’s so much, all at once, and you’re struggling to speak as you dissolve into bliss.

“sho—fuck, ‘m cumming,” your legs wrap around his head tightly and your fingers delve deeper into his hair, twitching while he licks you through it. dizzy and seeing stars, you slowly start to come down, pointlessly flinching away from his touch. “h-hold on, it’s too much right now, i just came.”

“don’t care,” shoto gasps, and you see him rutting his hips into the bed desperately, “you jus’ taste so damn good, c-can’t stop myself..”

he’s holding you against his face and whining into your overstimulated pussy, all while thrusting his hips into the mattress like he’ll die if he doesn’t. the veins in his arms suddenly tighten, becoming as taut as a bowstring—he’s squeezing you tightly as he cums, sweat beading on his forehead beneath his now dry hair.

shoto’s head tips to the side, resting lazily against your thigh. he breathes heavily, shaking between your legs as he recovers from the strength of his orgasm. after all, he cums the hardest when he’s high, a fact that is never forgotten when lighting up.

“you okay?” you ask gently, fingers stroking over the sticky skin of his cheek. a soft grunt and a few quiet snores answer you almost immediately—he’s fallen asleep, with cum all over his face and pelvis.

“sho . . ? aww, wake up, we have to change the sheets.”

he turns over, snuggling into you and inhaling your scent from the crease of your thigh. an occasional habit of his, shoto sometimes falls asleep after sex, no matter the place. those pretty eyelashes of his flutter over his cheekbones and he starts to breathe steadily, completely relaxed. although your eyelids feel heavy too, you decide to rest for five minutes — but after a moment, you’re asleep too.

[m0nnypie]

✿ To All the Boys I've Loved Before! - Masterlist.

✿ feat. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima Eijirou, and Todoroki Shouto.

✿ warnings: to all the boys I've loved before!Au, quirkless!reader, teacher!reader, aged up characters, all the boys are pro-hero (including Deku).

✿ synopsis: Your childhood letters, the ones in which you declare your love for every crush you had, ended up being sent without your permission. What could come of that?

✿ notes: HELLO EVERYONE, for now I'm only going to post the Masterlist. But I swear I'm trying to finish everything as quickly as possible so you can read it!!! I hope you like my writing, it's the first time I've done a series!

01. [PROLOGUE]

your lovely students, discover about the letters. What a mess they made.

02. [IZUKU MIDORIYA]

your first love, and one of the sweetest. You will always remember him, but now things were different for the two of you.

03. [KATSUKI BAKUGOU]

Your second letter, and the worst of all. Sometimes you wonder why you liked him? But would your opinion change now?

04. [KIRISHIMA EIJIROU]

A little teenage love, an unexpected encounter that happened in a coffee shop when you were 15. You never forgot those red eyes and sharp smile.

05. [TODOROKI SHÕTO]

He was just so charming and funny with the way he dealt with things he didn't understand, but you resigned yourself to the fact that you would never have a chance with him, right?

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