#yaoyaorozu x shoto

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I'm always a sucker for Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. You can use the prompt "chocolate" if you like. 😊

I kinda took liberty with the word “chocolate,” but hopefully this is still acceptable! :D It was super cute to write. Thanks for requesting!

In My Arms

The microwave had been beeping for several seconds, indicating that her glasses of milk were thoroughly warmed. Unfortunately, Momo was too busy staring blankly at the device’s black shiny surface to realize. She heaved a heavy sigh for perhaps the twentieth time that day, and in her discolored reflection in the shielded window’s surface, her lashes fluttered in a languid blink. Shoto…

The boy had been on her mind all night, and not in a pleasant way. The image of him falling to his knees, sweat pouring down his face and hands clasped in a prayer of thanks to whatever deity had spared his father’s life, was simply too visceral an image to ignore. After the news program had wrapped up the coverage of Endeavor’s battle with the Nomu, Shoto had retired to his room despite the fact it was early in the afternoon. The time was inching closer to 9 p.m., and the boy had not ventured out of his bedroom, not even when Mina called everyone for dinner. Surely he must be at least a little hungry, Momo pouted worriedly. It was then that she finally realized her milk had finished microwaving, and she opened the appliance. Two glasses of milk for hot chocolate- one for herself and one for Shoto. If he would accept it, that is.

Momo removed the jar of homemade hot cocoa powder from the cabinet then stirred generous spoonfuls into each of the ceramic mugs, followed by a spritz of vanilla extract for a homey, calming flavor. Just inhaling the fresh scent eased her nerves a little- but only a little. Careful not to burn her fingers, Momo carefully gripped the handles of the mugs and walked out of the kitchen to slowly ascend the stairs. Her lips remained drawn into a firm frown, and her anxiety mounted with every step she took.

What if he doesn’t appreciate my gesture of kindness? Oh, I don’t want him to find me insensitive or annoying, she fretted as she rounded the landing. It was a good thing she could operate from muscle memory, for her mind was whirling. What if it’s too hot and it scalds him? At that worrying thought, she compulsively blew on both mugs a few times to cool the surface layer of thick, creamy liquid. Or what if it’s not hot enough? Momo doubted it, from the thin white wisps of steam curling above her fingers, but it wasn’t like her mind was willing to listen to reason. She even debated scurrying back down the steps to pop them in the microwave for another thirty seconds or so; she didn’t, but only because she had arrived at Shoto’s room. She inhaled sharply to steel her nerves before knocking on the door with one of her sock-covered feet.  

“Shoto? I brought you some hot chocolate. I thought you might like some,” she called buoyantly. There was no sound for a few seconds, so she wondered if he had fallen asleep. “Shoto?” she repeated, though more softly just in case he actually was slumbering. This time, she distinctly heard the creaking of bedsprings. Oh no! I did wake him up! she panicked. If her hands were not occupied with the two mugs, she probably would’ve started chewing on her nails. She fidgeted, unsure what she should do to amend her rudeness, and Shoto cracked the door open. She fell still as his heterochromatic eyes regarded the steaming mug of hot cocoa uninterestedly. Well, to Momo, he seemed indifferent, but who could tell with his usually aloof demeanor? She gulped loudly before pushing it towards him. “… It’s warm. I just made it.” Her voice was soft, like she was coaxing a stray dog to accept her affections. That’s certainly what it felt like with the way Shoto ever-so-slightly backed away from her extended arm. He did not retreat fully, however. After a few tense seconds, he took the cup from her. An electric jolt traveled up Momo’s arm as his fingertips brushed against hers.

“Thank you.” His eyes flickered up to meet hers, and Momo wanted to start crying then and there with how miserable he appeared. Dark circles ringed his grey-and-blue eyes, and his entire face sagged with weariness. His bi-colored hair was disheveled and sticking up in odd places, like he had been tossing and turning in a fever fit. Shoto must have thought she was waiting for him to try it with how she stood there, studying him in mounting concern, so he brought the mug to his lips and sipped. His gaze never left hers. “It’s good,” he offered cajolingly.

“O-oh,” she stammered, because replying was the right thing to do, her sparking brain recalled. “Thank you. I suppose… I shall be going.” Momo hesitated to finish the statement because she did not want to leave, not with how terrible Shoto looked. Social decorum dictated, however, that she be respectful of his boundaries- no matter how badly she wanted to comfort him.

As she turned on her heel, his other hand darted out to catch her elbow in a light and almost fearful touch. Momo felt that crackling electricity shoot up her limb again, this time coursing into the muscles of her neck and making them spasm. Momo obediently halted, glancing down at the hand delicately gripping her arm and then up at him. He was looking away from her now, frowning frustratedly and blushing with slight embarrassment.

“Momo, I… Please stay with me.”

She could not help but release a startled squeak. Blood rushed to her face, dying it the hue of rose tea. Despite her mortification at the blunt request, Momo had no intention of refusing. Shoto was staring at her so pleadingly, so brokenly, that it was liable to break her heart. His fingers tensed around her elbow in silent begging. Please, his eyes implored, I don’t want to be alone.

“Of course I will.” Her face relaxed into a soft smile, and she reached around to brush his knuckles gently. His hand slipped from her arm only to entreatingly grasp her fingers. His intense gaze remained on her face as he stepped back into his bedroom. His fingers curled around hers, and he tugged on her arm to guide her through the doorway. Momo allowed him to puppeteer her body as he wished. She sucked in a small breath when he leaned in to shut the door. His chest bumped against hers, making her flush. He must have seen the redness blooming over her cheeks because he retreated quickly and muttered, “Sorry.”

He gasped the ceramic mug in both hands and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Momo stood awkwardly in the center of the room for a moment, unsure how exactly to go about comforting the reserved boy. After a few moments of consideration, she eased herself down onto the mattress beside him, with a good nine inches of space for comforting closeness that did not override respectable boundaries. “Shoto,” she frowned as he sipped wordlessly at the chocolate beverage. “Are you all right?”

“I’m just confused; that’s all,” he responded honestly. Momo breathed a small sigh of relief; at least he was forthcoming. She wasn’t sure if she had the willpower to pry his troubles out of him. His two-colored gaze flickered to her before fixating on the creamy brown mixture below. “I’ve always despised my father for the awful things he did to the rest of my family and me. Yet, watching him fight for his life on that screen today… The only thing I kept thinking was ‘Please don’t die.’”

Momo tutted understandingly and reached up to tuck a loose chunk of his white hair behind his ear, because that felt like the right thing to do. Shoto didn’t flinch or reprimand her, and even leaned a little into her caress, making her knuckles bump against his cheekbone. His gaze was bitter and ashamed as he watched small bubbles pop one by one on the hot chocolate’s surface. “I almost feel like I’ve betrayed my brothers, sister, and mother by not wishing him dead.”

“Shoto,” she breathed and pressed a little closer to him and went to rest a hand on his knee. She faltered though, leaving her hand hanging in midair, because she was afraid that she was crossing a line. He looked down at her hand, and then he shifted his leg to seek her comforting touch, making their knees bump. Following the silent cue, she placed her hand on his leg and another on his upper back, rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. “Even with all the things your father has done, it is not shameful of you to pray for his life. You are a kind and wonderful person who’s aspiring to be a hero. Frankly, I would be more worried if you had wished him dead.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he peered at her out of his periphery. She smiled kindly and lifted her hand to stroke once over his hair. Her heart fluttered as he rolled his head a little to press against her palm. His eyes were like a blizzard and a storm, pulsing with energy as he regarded her. “There is no right or wrong way to respond to the trauma you’ve suffered,” she explained softly, “and however you respond to it is valid. You can forgive him, or you can’t. You can recognize his attempts to change, or you can’t. You have the right to heal and process how you wish.”

“Thanks, Yaoyorozu.” His voice cracked with the small utterance, and even with how downcast his head was, she could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought back the tears. Momo gently clucked her tongue and eliminated the few inches of space left between them, hugging him into her side and pulled his head onto her shoulder. He willingly sought out her embrace, burying his face into her neck. His hot breath and his cold tears tingled her nerves, but she ignored the peculiar sensation, focusing her energy into soothingly stroking his two-toned hair.

“Of course. I’m here for you anytime, Shoto. There’s no shame in asking for help either, you know.” His entire body was trembling with barely-suppressed sobs, so he only nodded weakly in response. The hot chocolate writhing in the mug as his hand wracked with tremors, so Momo gently took it and set it on the bed behind her alongside her cup before wrapping both her arms around him in a firm hug. His hands pawed into her woolen sweater as he finally broke, releasing a choking sob. “It’s okay,” she shushed him as he groaned in frustrated agony. “I don’t judge you. We all need to cry sometimes.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his. “You take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Shoto choked out deep, agonized sobs now and then, but he primarily cried silently. The thick collar of her sweater soon dampened with his tears and felt clumpy against her collarbone, but she hardly minded or even noticed. He painted the skin of her neck with salt and water, a portrait of misery and trauma long overdue. He was so touch-starved and desperate for comfort that he slung his leg over hers at one point and almost climbed into her lap, unbalancing her with his superior weight. Momo made the quick decision to set the mugs of hot chocolate on the nightstand and lay down on the bed, allowing him to climb on top of her and bury his face back into her neck. It was a bit awkward and hard to breathe with his muscular bulk, and her face burned with the implications, but Shoto had no ulterior motives in mind. He wanted love and affirmation, and she was the only one there to give it. She would yield that, gladly.

His muffles sniffles gradually quieted into deep breaths. Momo had taken to idly running her fingers over his spine and into his hair and back again. “Do you feel better?” she asked him. He groaned a little under his breath and pushed himself up onto his forearms, blinking at her with bleary, watery red eyes. His gaze then dropped, and a pink haze appeared on his cheeks.

“… Much,” he admitted in a small voice. Momo giggled and cupped his face in her hands, making him blush further.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“This is a pretty embarrassing position we’re in. I’m surprised you’re not embarrassed.” Truthfully, Momo had been too busy soothing the boy to pay much attention, but he was right. His thigh was lodged between hers, and his entire weight draped over her left side, chest-to-chest. Her face blazed with a sudden pink fire, and he narrowed his eyes. “I knew it,” he sighed and moved to get up. For reasons she couldn’t process at the moment, her hands snapped to his biceps to dig in and hold him in place.

“N-no! I’m all right! Really!” she squeaked in protest. His eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, and he regarded her bewilderedly. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, not settling on any one thing for more than a second, while she pitifully attempted to voice her scattered thoughts. “I-I mean, we’re friends, right? Some platonic cuddling is good bonding! N-not that this was about the cuddling, of course. I just wanted to make you feel better, a-a-and I just don’t know how to comfort someone without, you know, t-t-touching and h-holding…” The more she blathered explanations, the more mortified she felt, and her face took on the hue of an apple. When she finally looked back at him, he was smiling widely in amusement.

“So… you won’t mind if I do this?”

All the breath was knocked out of her lungs in a whistling wheeze as he flopped down on her.

“Shotooooo,” she groaned as her chest muscles tightened under strain, and she could feel his body rumble as he chuckled. He propped his cheek into his hand and grinned mischievously at her, to which she responded with a babyish pout. She gasped when he suddenly stroked her cheek with the backs of his index and middle fingers, ever so softly.

“Thank you, Yaoyorozu. I mean it.”

She smiled warmly at him and tilted her head a little, her black hair falling over his pillow.

“Anytime.” She frowned thoughtfully and then grinned. “You know, considering we’re…” she gestured generically at their current position, “you can call me Momo.” He snorted with laughter and then nodded.

“Of course… Momo.” Something about the way he whispered her name sent pleasurable tingles propagating all through her nerves, lighting her up with invisible fireworks. His eyes searched her face, studying it intently like he wished to memorize every nuance. Momo knew not what to do about it, so she remained still, breathlessly watching his heterochromatic eyes roam over her flushed face. After what seemed like hours, his wandering gaze settled on her lips. Without looking away, he quietly asked, “Momo… Can I…?” He did not finish his sentence, but she knew what he was asking, nevertheless. She responded with a tiny nod, and her breath stalled in her lungs in anticipation.

Balancing himself on his elbows, he descended over her to press their lips together in a sweet, virtuous kiss. Momo tilted her head slightly, allowing his lips to mold over hers; it felt so natural, the way they fell into place, like they were two halves of the same whole. He held the kiss for several heart-pounding moments before pulling back, brushing the tip of his nose along hers as he did so. Momo compulsively swallowed and licked her lips, tasting the very faint hints of hot chocolate he left behind. Shoto smiled affectionately and ran his hands through her fluffy black hair. “I suppose you should get going before the others get curious.”

“I could,” she supposed, “but I’m not sure I want to.” Shoto blushed at that, looking at the two half-drunken mugs of now cold chocolate. He then looked back to her, and she turned her head to display the curve of her neck invitingly. His eyes flashed roguishly before he grinned and buried his face there, his chest swelling as he inhaled her scent. Momo wrapped her arms around his middle and closed her eyes contentedly. She savored the rise and fall of his chest, the puffs of his breath against her skin, and his fingertips trailing down her curves. Momo knew she was well over the line of propriety and decorum, but she didn’t care much.

I’ll hold you in my arms forever, if that’s what it takes for you to heal, she thought as she drifted into the pleasant twilight of half-sleep. Here with me, you will always be safe and loved.

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Face Your Fears

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki

Hey, everyone! Here’s a story for the @bnhabookclub’s Weekly SFW Prompt, “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” I also decided to combine it with a prompt from the Bingo Event, “Scary Movies.” Happy reading! 

The tip of Momo’s tongue stuck out from between her glossed lips as she carefully layered the thick nail gel over the little stub of her pinky toe. Once she had covered the small surface with a sheen of the glittering, ruby red polish, she stretched her toes and wiggled them experimentally. There! All done! she thought gleefully and reclined back against the couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table so they could dry, then looked around to see how the other girls were progressing. Likewise, most of them had finished painting their nails, various colors shining on the clear, manicured surfaces. 

“This was a good idea for girls’ night, Tooru!” Ochako hummed as she admired the bubblegum pink polish decorating her fingernails. The invisible girl, traipsing around the sofa with spring green nails seemingly hovering in thin air, giggled happily as she grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to her chest. 

“But of course! You feel like a new woman when you get your nails, hair, and make-up done!” Indeed, the girls had been spending the last several hours down in the common room, doing each other’s make-up and hair. Momo sported a set of bouncy curls; she wasn’t used to having her hair down, so she kept compulsively sweeping the corkscrewed hairs from her face. Tooru climbed over the side of the couch to sit beside Mina, who was waving her hands about to dry to pastel yellow polish that complimented her bright pink skin. “Mina, Mina, did you rent the movie?” 

“Sure did!” their classmate responded and carefully plucked a DVD case from the table. “Ta-da! Halloween Slasher 3!” she grinned wildly and flipped the container around to show a masked man brandishing a chainsaw. Momo snickered disbelievingly. 

“Oh, no, not another one of your slasher thriller movies!” 

“Wahhh! Minaaaaa, you know I don’t like those,” Ochako whimpered and pushed her face into a throw pillow with a keening whine. Mina jumped up and down on the couch cushions, completely ignoring Ochako’s meek protests. The girl hopped up and scampered over to the DVD player to pop the disc in, and the whirring of a chainsaw accented by creepy music blared out of the speakers. Ochako squealed at the grotesque splashing of fake blood on the screen. “Noooooo! Hold me, Kyoka!” Ochako wailed and buried herself into the dark-haired girl’s lap. Kyoka scowled surprisedly as the brunette suddenly snuggled into her, but soothingly stroked her tresses of honey-brown hair. 

“Jeez, Ochako, you’re such a fraidy-cat.” Mina whooped ecstatically as she pressed “play” and walked over the couch and coffee table to plop back down beside Tooru. As the introduction began to play, Shoto came strolling out of the kitchen, sipping at a mug of steaming black tea. 

“Hello, ladies. Girls’ night?” 

“That’s right, Todoroki! Sorry, but you can’t join!” Mina grinned over the back of the couch, winking and sticking her tongue out at him. Shoto chuckled and commented that he would never dream of it, but as he whirled on his heel to return upstairs, Momo spoke up. 

“Oh, but I think it’s a little rude not to offer, don’t you?” she fretted, laying a hand against her cheek. “I think we can make an exception, right, girls?” She grimaced a little at a poorly-timed maniacal laugh and scream of chainsaw blades. Shoto peered over his shoulder at her with heterochromatic eyes widened in curiosity. Momo flushed on reflex; Shoto’s gaze was never anything less than intense, with those orbs of piercing blue and stormy gray. 

“I don’t care,” Kyoka shrugged, staring idly at the screen with morbid fascination. Ochako just cried pitifully into her lap, causing Kyoka to stroke her back again. “There, there. It’s not real blood, Ochako.” 

“Todoroki, do you like scary movies?” Tooru grinned as the red-and-white haired boy approached the arm of the couch on which Momo was seated. The boy glanced at the flickering screen with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m indifferent to them. I don’t really find them scary- but I’ll keep you girls company, if you like. It’s not like I have anything better to do,” he responded simply. Momo scooched over a little as he eased himself down onto the couch beside her. The cushion dipped with his weight, making her slide in so that her thigh brushed against his. While Momo blushed fiercely, Shoto only glanced at her out of his peripheral vision. He calmly sipped at his tea, and, still gazing at her, said, “So, you guys did makeovers, did you?” 

“That’s right? Don’t I look beauuuuutiful, Todoroki?” Tooru crooned. Shoto couldn’t see anything but the nail polish the invisible girl was sporting, but he still politely agreed. However, when he said it, he was staring intently at Momo. He reached up to tug lightly on one of the curls framing her face. 

“Very beautiful,” he smiled slightly. When Momo’s face flared red, he suddenly realized what he was saying and snatched his hand away. Blank-faced, he returned to his tea, but Momo could feel his body stiffen beside her. 

“Todoroki, Todoroki!” Mina beamed, draping herself over the arm of the couch to smile giddily at him. “If scary movies don’t scare you, what does?” Shoto blinked and put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. 

“Nothing, really.” Momo found it exceptionally odd, but his gaze slid to her again, and his response almost sounded lifeless. 

“Aw, come on,” Kyoka whined. Her eyes remained glued to the screen, watching the fake blood fly in arcs as the chainsaw maniac went to town on the innocent and ignorant protagonists. She was avidly listening to the conversation despite her rapt focus. Ochako peeked up from her lap, teary-eyed and white-faced from fright. 

“You mean this doesn’t scare you?” she sniffed with a gesture at the television screen. As another burst of homicidal laughter came from the television screen, she screamed and jumped up in Kyoka’s lap to bury her face into the crook of her neck. Kyoka, unfazed, patted Ochako’s head reassuringly. 

“Nope,” Shoto quipped and sipped at his tea again. “I don’t find things like this scary.” 

“What about bugs? Creeeeeepy crawly bugs?” Mina asked, wiggling her fingers to mimic the spindly legs of a centipede. Shoto shrugged indifferently. 

“They’re just bugs.” 

“Clowns?!” Tooru gasped with her invisible hands over her mouth, as indicated by her polished nails. Shoto laughed airily. 

“Why would I find some goofy guys with big shoes and gaudy make-up frightening?” Mina giggled at his response and returned to the movie, squealing with laughter when a girl bungled over her feet and tripped. 

“Bahaha! You moron! Why are you running in those heels?” Shoto chuckled to himself, amused by Mina’s enthusiasm. 

The girls continued to interrogate Shoto about his fears, listing every common phobia that they could think of, but he deflected them with cool, focused ease. At some point, he finished his tea and reclined back against the couch with his hands behind his head. As he responded to Tooru’s question concerning whether or not he was frightened by spiders that wear flip-flops, Momo tucked her legs against her body as a slight chill gripped her. It seemed the dormitory’s air conditioner had kicked in, spreading cold air throughout the room. As she shuddered, she unknowingly fell against Shoto’s right arm, making him stop short in the middle of his sentence and glance at her. It took Momo a minute to realize why he was so startled, and when she did, she began spluttering apologies. 

“F-forgive me! I trembled a little and lost my balance; I didn’t mean anything by it!” Her friends were watching her with expressions of devious amusement, which made Momo blush all the harder. Shoto’s frosty eyes fixed on her with an unsettling intensity. 

“Yaoyorozu… Are you cold?” 

“A-a little,” she admitted timidly. He blinked slowly at her, then reached behind them to grab the throw blanket folded over the back of the couch. Momo sat there, electrified, as he calmly unfurled it and draped it over her shoulder, pulling it together just under his chin. When he smiled kindly at her, Momo felt her heart jump right into her throat to choke her with blossoming affection. “T-Todoroki,” she smiled bashfully and looked down at his fingers where they held the blanket shut. She reached up to take the cloth from him, and their fingertips brushed for just the slightest second. Such a simple touch, but it sent electricity shooting up her arm like liquid lightning. 

“Better?” Shoto asked quietly. Entranced, Momo nodded without realizing it. 

“Better…” Both of them stiffened when someone cleared their throat. Both of their heads whipped to the side to see Mina staring brightly at them with a giddy smile splitting her face. 

“Gettin’ chummy, are we?” Shoto and Momo turned identical shades of crimson. 

“No!” They exclaimed simultaneously. Mina wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and continued to grin at them as she slunk back from her position on the arm of the couch. Momo retreated into the confines of the blanket, deeply embarrassed, while Shoto grimaced and tried to push himself into the gap between the couch cushions and the frame. Silence settled between them, interrupted only by Mina’s snickers and the grotesque sounds pouring from the television. Eventually, the slasher movie ended, and Mina peeled herself from the couch with a loud yawn. 

“Ahh, that was fun! <3 Let’s watch the fourth one next week!” 

“You mean there’s more?” Ochako wailed in dismay and looked at the pink girl tearily. “Please! I can’t take it! Can’t we watch a rom-com next week or something?” Mina tsked and waggled her finger at Ochako as she squatted out to remove the disc from the DVD player, then grinned. 

“I’m kidding, ‘Chako! Of course we can watch something cute next week.” Ochako exhaled deeply in relief and melted over Kyoka, who was scrolling through her social media feed now that the film had ended. Mina tossed the DVD back onto the coffee table to return to the rental kiosk later and stretched her arms above her head. “Ooooo-kaaaaaay! I’m off to bed, ladies! Girls’ Night Plus Todoroki was fun!” Shoto smiled at Mina.

“Oh, yes, I had a good time.” 

One by one, the girls filed out, leaving Momo and Shoto alone. Neither of them made any move to rise from the sofa; they stared dully at the blank black screen. Momo had begun to sweat within the confines of the thick blanket, so she shrugged her arms out of it, letting it cover her legs. The silence deafened her, ringing in her ears, so she broke the silence before she could go insane. 

“Todoroki… I’m glad you decided to join us tonight,” she offered lamely, looking up at him. He grunted and continued to gaze levelly at the television, so Momo studied his profile. He really is pretty, she thought absentmindedly as she drank in his sharp jawline and silky two-toned hair and gorgeous heterochromatic eyes. When the blue one flickered to her, she blushed pink, but found herself unable to look away. Slowly, Shoto turned to face her, and retook one of her curls to rub it softly between his thumb and forefinger. 

“How could I refuse when such a beautiful girl asks me to join?” Momo laughed nervously, thinking that surely he was teasing, but his expression remained deadly serious. Her spine straightened like a steel rod as his fingers traveled up the crimped length of her hair to brush over her jawline, then traced a path up to her cheekbones until he cupped her cheek. Momo drew in a breath as fireworks exploded through her nerves, painting invisible crackling lines all over her face. “You all wanted to know what I was afraid of.” 

“Y-yes…” she murmured and swallowed thickly. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, so loud that she thought surely Shoto could hear it. She shivered slightly as Shoto leaned in close, and her eyelashes fluttered as his warm breath puffed over her face. 

“I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” Momo swallowed again as his expression grew slightly sad. His thumb traced arcs over her cheek in gentle motions. She licked her lips nervously, and then asked, “Why would that scare you?” Shoto smiled warmly, seemingly a little relieved that she hadn’t rejected him outright. 

“I;ve never felt so strongly about someone as I do for you… I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m afraid I’ll mess it up.” Momo couldn’t help but snicker a little. Shoto blinked at her, confused. She smiled affectionately and leaned into his touch, raising a hand to cover the one that held her cheek so tenderly. 

“You’re doing pretty good so far.” Shoto chuckled. He inhaled deeply, then pressed his forehead to hers, gazing deep into her eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, Momo.” The brazen use of her first name sent butterflies fluttering in her chest, spreading a bubbly giddy feeling finer than any champagne through her body. She smiled sweetly and pressed against him, bumping the tips of their noses slightly. Shoto’s gaze dropped to her lips, shiny with lip gloss, and he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “Momo… Can I…” He trailed off when he glanced back into her eyes, because his answer swam within the gleaming dark depths of her irises. Slowly, he angled his face, and both their eyes drifted shut as he pressed his mouth to hers in a sweet, titillating kiss. Momo hummed at the foreign but not unwelcome sensation of his lips sliding smoothly over hers in gentle ministrations. While his one hand remained on her cheek, his other trailed up her arm, leaving fireworks behind. 

They both sighed in contentment when he pulled away. Momo’s eyelashes fluttered as she came down from the small high, and then she smiled sweetly. 

“So? Still afraid?” 

“Not as much,” he laughed lightly. “Guess it’s true that it gets better when you face your fears.” Momo giggled, and once more, they grew lost in each other’s gazes. Just as Momo considered kissing him again-

“I KNEW IT!” The two sprang apart with startled yelps as Mina screamed from the entryway/ She was nearly sobbing as she filmed the two of them with her cell phone. “Momo, baby, you’re doing wonderful!” 

“Mina!” Momo whined. Shoto had laid himself down on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, and resigned himself to a grim and embarrassing death. “This is what you call an invasion of privacy!” 

“Look, when you guys make bedroom eyes in front of us, you relinquish your right to privacy,” the pink girl shrugged. Momo’s face turned that much redder. 

“B-b-b-b-bedroom eyes?!” 

“Oi!” came Aizawa’s grumpy voice as he opened his bedroom door to glower at them. “It’s almost lights out. Stop screaming and go to bed!” He made to shut the door, then opened it back up and glared shiftily at Mina, who was whistling innocently. “And you- no extortion or blackmail.” As he slammed the door shut, Mina wailed and stamped her foot. 

“Booooo! You’re no fun, Mr. Aizawa!” 

“What were you going to do with that footage?!” Momo exclaimed as she slapped her hands to her cheeks. Mina stuck out her tongue and giggled deviously. 

“You’ll have to find out~!” 

“Minaaaaaaa!” Momo howled as the girl skipped off back to her room. Momo flopped onto her belly against the cushions, groaning. “How mortifying…” She had to smile at the girl’s shenanigans- at least they kept things interesting.” Humming, she rolled on her side to run her fingers through Shoto’s hair as he remained face-down on the floor. “You okay?” 

“I just want to die. Nothing unusual.” Momo snickered and played with the curling hairs at the base of his neck. 

“She’s only teasing. She probably won’t do anything with the video.” 

“But she’ll tell everyone and their mother,” he complained as he pushed himself up on his elbows and pouted at her. Momo giggled and cupped his face as he sat up on his knees in front of her. 

“Oh, yes, she’ll definitely do that.” There was already a chorus of stomping steps and startled “Whaaaaaaat’s?” floated down from upstairs. Shoto groaned and leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, then smiled amusedly. 

“Ah, well. I suppose it can’t be helped.” Momo hummed affirmingly. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his nose. In response, he grabbed her waist and rubbed little circles into the plush skin there. He then grimaced uncomfortably. “I don’t want to go up there.” 

“Shoto, we can’t stay down here.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because! Come on. You’ve faced one fear; what’s another?” Shoto whined as she rose from the couch, letting the blanket fall from around her body. He remained kneeling on the floor, clinging to the hem of her nightshirt, and she nudged him with her painted toes. “Come on, Shoto. Better get it over with.” 

“Fiiiiiiiine,” he grumbled, obediently rising. He remained clinging to the hem of her shirt and pressed his face into her curled hair, nearly smothering himself. “You can do the talking.” Momo snickered and patted his shoulder affectionately. 

Who knew Shoto had such a fascinating fear? She thought amusedly as she toted him up the stairs. I would’ve never guessed…

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How about that sweet sweet TodoMomo?

Oh, yes, sweet, sweet TodoMomo! TT.TT Please, someone get these two babies a warm blanket and some mugs of tea. I totally think Momo struggles with self-confidence issues even after Shoto expresses his faith in her, and we all know Shoto has his own demons, and so I think a lot of this relationship is built on a lot of compliments and building each other up. They think the world of each other and crave one another’s happiness, and I think there is a lot of bonding between them working out each other’s struggles. I believe that in particular it is Momo who convinces Shoto to finally reconcile with his father; it was a major scare to almost see him die on television and Momo was shocked at how shaken he was, and she gently coaxes him to make amends before it’s too late and he regrets never being able to. 

TodoMomo is definitely one of those tabloid couples though; everyone is into it. They’re just so gorgeous together, after all! They’ll definitely be the dolls of the media. No one can ever say anything wrong about them because they’re just the sweetest things on Earth. Beautiful couple. Absolutely beautiful. TT.TT 

Send a pairing to my inbox and I will tell you how I feel about it!

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Oooo, #7 please!

Yaaaas! I could scream about my OTPS until the end of time. Keep in mind that these are kinda normie, and more interesting ships of mine fall under the alternate question of rarepairs, so if you’re interested, someone ask ;)

Number Ten- Roxas and Xion

Kingdom Hearts is one of my all-time favorite game series. I actually began with Days, and Roxas has had my heart ever since then. Roxas and Xion’s relationship is just so pure and devoted, and it just has me some kind of way. 

Number Nine- Renzo Shima and Izumo Kamiki

(Ugh, there are no good GIFs of the two of them, so ignore Rin standing there like a moron and focus on my beautiful pink-haired boy and his purple-haired girlfriend). 

The manga could still go many ways at this point, but ever since their initial interactions, I just loved the idea of the two together. Kamiki is so serious and no-nonsense, while Renzo is just all-nonsense. Absolute perfection. Kamiki’s arc in particular had me feeling some kind of way about them, urgh, my heart! 

Number Eight- Gray Fullbuster and Juvia Lockser

Want to talk about made for each other? These fools. I could write a thesis just on the ways they’ve grown as characters just by interacting with each other. I mean, we’re just practically waiting for Gray to confess his love to her any chapter now! Juvia has matured a lot from “crazy stalker” and honestly, you go, sis. Their love is so deep and pure and it just makes me want to cry. I love them. 

Number Seven- Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia

Ugh, another match made in Heaven. I could go on for days. Any implications of romance aside, their relationship is still so deep and loving and meaningful that it just brings a tear to my eye. You want to talk about ultimate trust and devotion? These two, right here. They are the literal definition of ride or die. My heart. 

Number Six- Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyuga

Though the writing ultimately failed them, I still love this ship. Potential-wise, they are gorgeous. Two cute beans being cute together? Holy shit! Plus, I love that Naruto is an inspiration to Hinata and I love to think that he encourages her growth, and honestly, Hinata is the ultimate partner for him. He needs someone who can stand behind him and be a source of strength when he begins to doubt himself. They lift each other up in their own unique ways, and it’s just magical. Plus, they are so shy and domestic. Goals. 

Number Five- Gajeel Redfox and Levy McGarden

“You’re small, so stay beside me”? FUCKING ICONIC. To be honest, I always fancied the two based on the subtle hints Mashima gave us, but when that arc hit, man, I was on this ship for life. Then the kiss when he was drowning? The tearful confession when he thought he was going to die? Ugh, man, I’m in my feels. “The big, buff grumpy man is soft for his small wife” is the ultimate trope, confirmed. 

Number Four- Sanji and Nami

Honestly, most of the reason I like this ship is just pure aesthetic. I mean, look at them. Beautiful couple. Of course, at the heart of it all is how they treat one another. Sanji and Nami have such subtle, interwoven, masterful nuance that it’s hard not to envision some kind of connection between them. I love them!

Number Three- Tohru Honda and Kyo Sohma

Fruits Basket was the first anime I ever watched in entirety and the first manga I ever read. I was so excited to hear it was remastered for its anniversary, and that the anime would hopefully span the length of the manga! Honestly, this romance defined a generation. The way Kyo falling in love with her is just so masterfully written that it just makes me soft. God, my heart. 

Number Two- Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro

This one snuck up on me. Before the infamous chapter, I fancied the two; their interactions were fun and aesthetically they’re an interesting combo, but that scene? Kaminari looking into the distance as he thought of the person most important to him, and it was her? Fucking blastoff, man, right up here. I love them so much it hurts. I want nothing but good things for them. I’m crying. 

Number One- Shikamaru Nara and Temari

Ultimate OTP. I will ship them in Hell. The most well-written and nuanced relationship in Naruto and I will die on this hill. They are just such a combo, two dorks who know nothing about love but somehow bungle into it anyway. The looks. The words. The subtlety of blossoming feelings all beginning with mutual respect. Perfection. 100,000,000/10. 

Honorable mentions: Roy Mustang x Riza (FullMetal Alchemist), Sora x Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Uryu Ishida x Orihime Inoue (Bleach), Ichigo Kurosaki x Orihime Inoue (Bleach), Erza Scarlet x Jellal Hernandez (Fairy Tail), Ban x Elaine (The Seven Deadly Sins), Katsuki Bakugo x Ochako Uraraka (My Hero Academia), Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka (My Hero Academia), Shoto Todoroki x Momo Yaoyaorozu (My Hero Academia) 

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So precious!!! Sweet hurt/comfort Todomomo is good for the soul!! ❤💙❤💙

I'm always a sucker for Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. You can use the prompt "chocolate" if you like. 😊

I kinda took liberty with the word “chocolate,” but hopefully this is still acceptable! :D It was super cute to write. Thanks for requesting!

In My Arms

The microwave had been beeping for several seconds, indicating that her glasses of milk were thoroughly warmed. Unfortunately, Momo was too busy staring blankly at the device’s black shiny surface to realize. She heaved a heavy sigh for perhaps the twentieth time that day, and in her discolored reflection in the shielded window’s surface, her lashes fluttered in a languid blink. Shoto…

The boy had been on her mind all night, and not in a pleasant way. The image of him falling to his knees, sweat pouring down his face and hands clasped in a prayer of thanks to whatever deity had spared his father’s life, was simply too visceral an image to ignore. After the news program had wrapped up the coverage of Endeavor’s battle with the Nomu, Shoto had retired to his room despite the fact it was early in the afternoon. The time was inching closer to 9 p.m., and the boy had not ventured out of his bedroom, not even when Mina called everyone for dinner. Surely he must be at least a little hungry, Momo pouted worriedly. It was then that she finally realized her milk had finished microwaving, and she opened the appliance. Two glasses of milk for hot chocolate- one for herself and one for Shoto. If he would accept it, that is.

Momo removed the jar of homemade hot cocoa powder from the cabinet then stirred generous spoonfuls into each of the ceramic mugs, followed by a spritz of vanilla extract for a homey, calming flavor. Just inhaling the fresh scent eased her nerves a little- but only a little. Careful not to burn her fingers, Momo carefully gripped the handles of the mugs and walked out of the kitchen to slowly ascend the stairs. Her lips remained drawn into a firm frown, and her anxiety mounted with every step she took.

What if he doesn’t appreciate my gesture of kindness? Oh, I don’t want him to find me insensitive or annoying, she fretted as she rounded the landing. It was a good thing she could operate from muscle memory, for her mind was whirling. What if it’s too hot and it scalds him? At that worrying thought, she compulsively blew on both mugs a few times to cool the surface layer of thick, creamy liquid. Or what if it’s not hot enough? Momo doubted it, from the thin white wisps of steam curling above her fingers, but it wasn’t like her mind was willing to listen to reason. She even debated scurrying back down the steps to pop them in the microwave for another thirty seconds or so; she didn’t, but only because she had arrived at Shoto’s room. She inhaled sharply to steel her nerves before knocking on the door with one of her sock-covered feet.  

“Shoto? I brought you some hot chocolate. I thought you might like some,” she called buoyantly. There was no sound for a few seconds, so she wondered if he had fallen asleep. “Shoto?” she repeated, though more softly just in case he actually was slumbering. This time, she distinctly heard the creaking of bedsprings. Oh no! I did wake him up! she panicked. If her hands were not occupied with the two mugs, she probably would’ve started chewing on her nails. She fidgeted, unsure what she should do to amend her rudeness, and Shoto cracked the door open. She fell still as his heterochromatic eyes regarded the steaming mug of hot cocoa uninterestedly. Well, to Momo, he seemed indifferent, but who could tell with his usually aloof demeanor? She gulped loudly before pushing it towards him. “… It’s warm. I just made it.” Her voice was soft, like she was coaxing a stray dog to accept her affections. That’s certainly what it felt like with the way Shoto ever-so-slightly backed away from her extended arm. He did not retreat fully, however. After a few tense seconds, he took the cup from her. An electric jolt traveled up Momo’s arm as his fingertips brushed against hers.

“Thank you.” His eyes flickered up to meet hers, and Momo wanted to start crying then and there with how miserable he appeared. Dark circles ringed his grey-and-blue eyes, and his entire face sagged with weariness. His bi-colored hair was disheveled and sticking up in odd places, like he had been tossing and turning in a fever fit. Shoto must have thought she was waiting for him to try it with how she stood there, studying him in mounting concern, so he brought the mug to his lips and sipped. His gaze never left hers. “It’s good,” he offered cajolingly.

“O-oh,” she stammered, because replying was the right thing to do, her sparking brain recalled. “Thank you. I suppose… I shall be going.” Momo hesitated to finish the statement because she did not want to leave, not with how terrible Shoto looked. Social decorum dictated, however, that she be respectful of his boundaries- no matter how badly she wanted to comfort him.

As she turned on her heel, his other hand darted out to catch her elbow in a light and almost fearful touch. Momo felt that crackling electricity shoot up her limb again, this time coursing into the muscles of her neck and making them spasm. Momo obediently halted, glancing down at the hand delicately gripping her arm and then up at him. He was looking away from her now, frowning frustratedly and blushing with slight embarrassment.

“Momo, I… Please stay with me.”

She could not help but release a startled squeak. Blood rushed to her face, dying it the hue of rose tea. Despite her mortification at the blunt request, Momo had no intention of refusing. Shoto was staring at her so pleadingly, so brokenly, that it was liable to break her heart. His fingers tensed around her elbow in silent begging. Please, his eyes implored, I don’t want to be alone.

“Of course I will.” Her face relaxed into a soft smile, and she reached around to brush his knuckles gently. His hand slipped from her arm only to entreatingly grasp her fingers. His intense gaze remained on her face as he stepped back into his bedroom. His fingers curled around hers, and he tugged on her arm to guide her through the doorway. Momo allowed him to puppeteer her body as he wished. She sucked in a small breath when he leaned in to shut the door. His chest bumped against hers, making her flush. He must have seen the redness blooming over her cheeks because he retreated quickly and muttered, “Sorry.”

He gasped the ceramic mug in both hands and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Momo stood awkwardly in the center of the room for a moment, unsure how exactly to go about comforting the reserved boy. After a few moments of consideration, she eased herself down onto the mattress beside him, with a good nine inches of space for comforting closeness that did not override respectable boundaries. “Shoto,” she frowned as he sipped wordlessly at the chocolate beverage. “Are you all right?”

“I’m just confused; that’s all,” he responded honestly. Momo breathed a small sigh of relief; at least he was forthcoming. She wasn’t sure if she had the willpower to pry his troubles out of him. His two-colored gaze flickered to her before fixating on the creamy brown mixture below. “I’ve always despised my father for the awful things he did to the rest of my family and me. Yet, watching him fight for his life on that screen today… The only thing I kept thinking was ‘Please don’t die.’”

Momo tutted understandingly and reached up to tuck a loose chunk of his white hair behind his ear, because that felt like the right thing to do. Shoto didn’t flinch or reprimand her, and even leaned a little into her caress, making her knuckles bump against his cheekbone. His gaze was bitter and ashamed as he watched small bubbles pop one by one on the hot chocolate’s surface. “I almost feel like I’ve betrayed my brothers, sister, and mother by not wishing him dead.”

“Shoto,” she breathed and pressed a little closer to him and went to rest a hand on his knee. She faltered though, leaving her hand hanging in midair, because she was afraid that she was crossing a line. He looked down at her hand, and then he shifted his leg to seek her comforting touch, making their knees bump. Following the silent cue, she placed her hand on his leg and another on his upper back, rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. “Even with all the things your father has done, it is not shameful of you to pray for his life. You are a kind and wonderful person who’s aspiring to be a hero. Frankly, I would be more worried if you had wished him dead.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he peered at her out of his periphery. She smiled kindly and lifted her hand to stroke once over his hair. Her heart fluttered as he rolled his head a little to press against her palm. His eyes were like a blizzard and a storm, pulsing with energy as he regarded her. “There is no right or wrong way to respond to the trauma you’ve suffered,” she explained softly, “and however you respond to it is valid. You can forgive him, or you can’t. You can recognize his attempts to change, or you can’t. You have the right to heal and process how you wish.”

“Thanks, Yaoyaorozu.” His voice cracked with the small utterance, and even with how downcast his head was, she could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought back the tears. Momo gently clucked her tongue and eliminated the few inches of space left between them, hugging him into her side and pulled his head onto her shoulder. He willingly sought out her embrace, burying his face into her neck. His hot breath and his cold tears tingled her nerves, but she ignored the peculiar sensation, focusing her energy into soothingly stroking his two-toned hair.

“Of course. I’m here for you anytime, Shoto. There’s no shame in asking for help either, you know.” His entire body was trembling with barely-suppressed sobs, so he only nodded weakly in response. The hot chocolate writhing in the mug as his hand wracked with tremors, so Momo gently took it and set it on the bed behind her alongside her cup before wrapping both her arms around him in a firm hug. His hands pawed into her woolen sweater as he finally broke, releasing a choking sob. “It’s okay,” she shushed him as he groaned in frustrated agony. “I don’t judge you. We all need to cry sometimes.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his. “You take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Shoto choked out deep, agonized sobs now and then, but he primarily cried silently. The thick collar of her sweater soon dampened with his tears and felt clumpy against her collarbone, but she hardly minded or even noticed. He painted the skin of her neck with salt and water, a portrait of misery and trauma long overdue. He was so touch-starved and desperate for comfort that he slung his leg over hers at one point and almost climbed into her lap, unbalancing her with his superior weight. Momo made the quick decision to set the mugs of hot chocolate on the nightstand and lay down on the bed, allowing him to climb on top of her and bury his face back into her neck. It was a bit awkward and hard to breathe with his muscular bulk, and her face burned with the implications, but Shoto had no ulterior motives in mind. He wanted love and affirmation, and she was the only one there to give it. She would yield that, gladly.

His muffles sniffles gradually quieted into deep breaths. Momo had taken to idly running her fingers over his spine and into his hair and back again. “Do you feel better?” she asked him. He groaned a little under his breath and pushed himself up onto his forearms, blinking at her with bleary, watery red eyes. His gaze then dropped, and a pink haze appeared on his cheeks.

“… Much,” he admitted in a small voice. Momo giggled and cupped his face in her hands, making him blush further.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“This is a pretty embarrassing position we’re in. I’m surprised you’re not embarrassed.” Truthfully, Momo had been too busy soothing the boy to pay much attention, but he was right. His thigh was lodged between hers, and his entire weight draped over her left side, chest-to-chest. Her face blazed with a sudden pink fire, and he narrowed his eyes. “I knew it,” he sighed and moved to get up. For reasons she couldn’t process at the moment, her hands snapped to his biceps to dig in and hold him in place.

“N-no! I’m all right! Really!” she squeaked in protest. His eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, and he regarded her bewilderedly. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, not settling on any one thing for more than a second, while she pitifully attempted to voice her scattered thoughts. “I-I mean, we’re friends, right? Some platonic cuddling is good bonding! N-not that this was about the cuddling, of course. I just wanted to make you feel better, a-a-and I just don’t know how to comfort someone without, you know, t-t-touching and h-holding…” The more she blathered explanations, the more mortified she felt, and her face took on the hue of an apple. When she finally looked back at him, he was smiling widely in amusement.

“So… you won’t mind if I do this?”

All the breath was knocked out of her lungs in a whistling wheeze as he flopped down on her.

“Shotooooo,” she groaned as her chest muscles tightened under strain, and she could feel his body rumble as he chuckled. He propped his cheek into his hand and grinned mischievously at her, to which she responded with a babyish pout. She gasped when he suddenly stroked her cheek with the backs of his index and middle fingers, ever so softly.

“Thank you, Yaoyaorozu. I mean it.”

She smiled warmly at him and tilted her head a little, her black hair falling over his pillow.

“Anytime.” She frowned thoughtfully and then grinned. “You know, considering we’re…” she gestured generically at their current position, “you can call me Momo.” He snorted with laughter and then nodded.

“Of course… Momo.” Something about the way he whispered her name sent pleasurable tingles propagating all through her nerves, lighting her up with invisible fireworks. His eyes searched her face, studying it intently like he wished to memorize every nuance. Momo knew not what to do about it, so she remained still, breathlessly watching his heterochromatic eyes roam over her flushed face. After what seemed like hours, his wandering gaze settled on her lips. Without looking away, he quietly asked, “Momo… Can I…?” He did not finish his sentence, but she knew what he was asking, nevertheless. She responded with a tiny nod, and her breath stalled in her lungs in anticipation.

Balancing himself on his elbows, he descended over her to press their lips together in a sweet, virtuous kiss. Momo tilted her head slightly, allowing his lips to mold over hers; it felt so natural, the way they fell into place, like they were two halves of the same whole. He held the kiss for several heart-pounding moments before pulling back, brushing the tip of his nose along hers as he did so. Momo compulsively swallowed and licked her lips, tasting the very faint hints of hot chocolate he left behind. Shoto smiled affectionately and ran his hands through her fluffy black hair. “I suppose you should get going before the others get curious.”

“I could,” she supposed, “but I’m not sure I want to.” Shoto blushed at that, looking at the two half-drunken mugs of now cold chocolate. He then looked back to her, and she turned her head to display the curve of her neck invitingly. His eyes flashed roguishly before he grinned and buried his face there, his chest swelling as he inhaled her scent. Momo wrapped her arms around his middle and closed her eyes contentedly. She savored the rise and fall of his chest, the puffs of his breath against her skin, and his fingertips trailing down her curves. Momo knew she was well over the line of propriety and decorum, but she didn’t care much.

I’ll hold you in my arms forever, if that’s what it takes for you to heal, she thought as she drifted into the pleasant twilight of half-sleep. Here with me, you will always be safe and loved.

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