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diorsbrando · 2 years

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2 A.M. ( dabi )

pairing ! ━━ touya todoroki x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ explicit content, minors do not interact. classic “sneaks-into-apartment in the dead of night” scenario. soft / calm touya bc he feeds my soul and makes me cry :’) . mentions of smut + descriptions of creampies. insecure thoughts / feelings from reader. tiny bit of angst. established situationship that turns into a relationship . fluffy fluff things all around <3.

word count ! ━━ 2.5k

notes ! ━━ imagine that dabi looks like this btw. im just so in love w him i feel ill i could cry. this was inspired by me listening to 2 am by sza around 2 a.m. ( also partially inspired by heartbreaker by kaash paige ). ive been wanting to write more dabi content for a while now and i just . . . had the urge to write this when i very well should have been sleeping. n e ways ‘m feeling real soft rn so enjoy <3 reblogs are HEAVILY appreciated !!

IT FELT A LITTLE CHILLY, but not too cold for it to be bothersome. damn touya for not closing the window after he came up here, you thought. he tends to forget menial things like that.

you probably didn’t feel all that cold because you had a six foot, life sized furnace half flung on top of you, soft snores emerging from his mouth in a rhythmic pattern. his body emanated a soothing, steady stream of heat, effectively penetrating your flesh and negating the cold winds from outside.

one arm nearly hung off the edge of the bed, while the other was tucked under your waist, subconsciously holding you close to him. his face was snug against the crook of your neck, nearly laying on your chest, and tufts of his silvery white hair tickled your cheek. his skin felt charred against yours, but warm and constant. familiar. you’d grown used to how it felt against your mocha skin, even craved it some times.

his shifting to get even closer to you— if that was even possible— caused you to move as well, and such subtle shuffling caused your brain to remember the sticky substance staining your pussy lips and the fabric of your panties that rubbed against them.

the bodily fluids that leaked from your stretched out cunt belonged to the criminal sleeping peacefully on top of you, mixed with your own previous arousal. “i gotta keep you f-full baby, need to keep you stuffed because.…” you didn’t quite catch what he said after that, your brain was too scrambled and fuzzy from the most passionate sex you’ve had in a while, if not ever.

the feeling of his seed threatening to drip and ruin the freshly changed sheets, in addition to touya holding you so closely, as if he needed you to help him sleep, made you feel wanted. it made you feel a different kind of warmth than the heat that burned through your veins during and after sex— no, this one was different. it made you feel like you belonged, like you were someone’s one and only.

you were sleepy, but couldn’t seem to drift off into the land of slumber that you so desperately wanted to float to. instead, your tired gaze was fixed on touya and his peaceful figure. you were jealous of how seemingly easy it was for him to fall asleep.

and then, your eyes flitted to his many, wide spreading scars and your brows slightly furrowed. you were very aware of what he does, what he could do, and how a job like the one he had was seldom merciful enough to offer a moment of real rest to those involved. your nerve endings sparked and crackled throughout your body, causing your hand to move on its own to gently caress touya’s cheek, letting your skin truly mold with his for a moment, ignoring the rough feeling of his burnt flesh or the metal staples under the pads of your fingers. the moonlight illuminated your face through the blinds, and a faint smile was visible on your lips.

he was so beautiful. so tragically beautiful.

and then, with no previous indication, your thoughts went astray to a somber, much darker part of your subconscious. the dam that held back your intrusive thoughts began to crack the longer you peered down at the sleeping man next to you.

this thing you had going on with him, you didn’t expect it to bring you so much comfort, or such a state of bliss and serenity. this thing wasn’t even real— it wasn’t official, there was no title, he didn’t bother to stay when the sun rose from its own slumber behind the skyscrapers of the city. and then you thought, of course he couldn’t stay here. he was a criminal, a wanted man with a deep and ugly past that you’ve only had the pleasure to dip your toes into one singular time: when he revealed his given name to you. but even that didn’t feel genuine; he mindlessly begged you to call him by his government name when your legs were thrown across his shoulders and he was bucking his hips languidly into your dripping heat. surely, he knew what he was saying then if he was that insistent about it.

and it surely couldn’t have meant anything to him. you probably didn’t mean anything to him.

and yet, over the few months that this interaction had been occurring, no matter how hard you tried to keep your heart from slipping and falling off the deep end of the cliff, you couldn’t help but want something more from him, something more permanent. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours, through the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between.

you wanted him to look at you like you were the only person on this whole, godforsaken planet, like you created the very stars, moon and the sun that hung in the sky. you wanted to spend every day like this . . . just like this. in this little sanctuary of your studio apartment, away from the horrors and strife and unrest of the rest of the world. just here, with him.

you brushed your fingers against the hardened skin of his back that laid across your torso. and there was always that nagging feeling, the feeling of the string tied to your ankle that brought you off cloud nine. not everything you desired was possible.

this was probably just a stress reliever for him, you pondered as you distractedly scratched his scalp, just something to do in the meantime. and even if that was the case, for now, you decided that you were okay with it. to be okay with this fleeting moment of indulgence and mentally prepare for the moment it slips through your fingers by the time you awoke in the morning.

turning your head a little, you planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead and snuggled further into the mattress. you should really try and get some rest.

just as you closed your eyes and your body relaxed, a deep groaning noise rumbled from the white haired man on top of you, causing your eyelids to pry open again.

you met touya’s equally tired gaze, actively fighting the urge to kiss the sleepy pout on his lips. “mmm . . . . ‘t’s wrong, baby? you good?” your stomach did a subtle flip at his casual use of the pet name and just how raspy and deep his voice sounded; it was something you would never get tired of.

“it’s nothing. ‘m fine, go back to sleep, okay? you gotta get up to leave in a few hours.” you tried to not let anything negative seep through your tone when you reminded him that he had to leave before the sun rose, yet again. instead you chose to focus on his concern for you; he probably sensed your mental anguish, even in his sleep.

the tiniest crease in his brow told you that he didn’t believe you. already sitting up from his laying position on your chest, he adjusted his position so that he was sitting up against the bed frame next to you. you shied away from his piercing stare.

“c’mere.” he uttered only one word, in that groggy voice, and you just couldn’t find it in you to refuse. climbing onto his thighs, touya pulled you closer with just one hand on your hip, so your chests and extremities were brushing against each other.

his other free hand laced with yours that laid limply in between the two of you. your body immediately felt hot at his initiative to be so intimate. “c’mon pretty girl . . . . tell me what’s goin’ on. you been restless all night.” when you didn’t answer right away, touya leaned his face closer, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and his mouth brushing against yours. “my baby mad that i’m leaving? want me to stay here with you?”

the offer was tempting, oh so tempting. his flirty smirk was causing you to internally shut down. it was also sad because touya didn’t know just how perceptive he was. or maybe he did, and that’s why he was looking you like that, talking to you like he’s amused with the sullen look in your eyes, why he was gripping your hand and waist even tighter than before.

“i...no. i-i mean, i can’t ask you to do that. and ‘m not upset, i was just thinking....” you somewhat answered his question, but the scarred man was still not satisfied. he needed more from you.

“what’cha thinking about?” he lightly coaxed more out of you, while simultaneously rubbing miscellaneous patterns on your bare thighs.

it was like he put some kind of spell on you. some trance that clouded your mind and made you pliant and so eager to answer his questions. damn him, and damn your heart for yearning for him in every shape and form.

“you,” you blurted out without warning, then quickly added. “about us. and what...this is. what i am to you.”

you didn’t mean to bring it up now, or so abruptly, but it slipped out of your mouth before your brain could process what you were saying. but at least after tonight your mind and soul wouldn't be tortured with the same thoughts and desires. clarity was a breath away.

you also didn’t notice the smooth ministrations along your legs came to a halt, until you looked back at touya in the eye and immediately regretted it. his gaze was intense and unreadable, almost like when he was staring at someone he were about to burn into a crispy nonexistence.

now it was him that didn’t have a reply. and the silence was too much for your anxiety to handle, so you gulped silently and attempted to elaborate on what you meant. “i mean, these meetings, and the reputation that follows you . . . all this being purely physical, it made me think that i was only.... a-and i really didn’t—

touya must have predicted what you were about to say, and before you could even say it, he cut you off with a warm palm at the base of your neck and fierce kiss on your pouty lips.

you were stunned for a moment, but still meekly reciprocated his advances. and within a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand remaining on the base of your throat and the other on your thigh. his aquamarine eyes were shining and all-consuming, but his facial muscles barely moved. “and you what? you don’t think i actually like you? that i’m just using you, and you’re not enough?”

your brown eyes widened at his accuracy and blunt words. he really was intuitive. it was actually kind of scary.

your mouth opened to reply, but he silenced you with a feather-like graze on your cheek you didn’t know he was capable of. “well you’re off. waaay off. i’m still here, and come back almost every night, because you’re more than enough for me. you’re more than just a tight pussy to fuck and a nice bed for me to crash on.”

touya tilted his face closer to yours again, so your lips can brush against his as he spoke, “i told you my real name. no one knows what my real name is and is still alive and breathing; it’s only you, baby. you knowing that one piece of information means i already trust you more than anyone else. and besides, who else is patching up my wounds and rubbing ointment on my burns? only you, baby. who else am i letting my guard down and pouring my heart out to like this? only you, princess. who else do i dream about as soon as i fall asleep? only you, pretty girl. who else invades my mind like a parasite at every waking moment of the day? only you, sweetheart. who else would i burn the whole fucking world down for so much as someone looks at you wrong? only you, baby. who else would i rather have bouncing on my co— to make love to? only you, sweet girl. you’re the only good thing in my life right now. the only thing that makes living less shitty.”

you were motionless on top of him as you listened to his own version of a love confession, and you could already feel the salty tears threaten to drop past your eyelashes. touya, who was still holding one of your hands in his, grazed his thumb across the valley of your knuckles. taking his other hand, he wiped away the tear that had already cascaded down your cheek. he’s not used to being this gentle and this vulnerable with anyone. it felt strange and foreign. but with you, it all came naturally.

“there’s a lot more shit i wanna say, but i think i’m gonna wrap it up here. it’s late and i’m fucking tired.” he joked and he swore he felt his skin light on fire when he saw you smile at his playful words. “there isn’t anyone or anything else i would risk my job and reputation for, other than for you. so to answer your question: you’re mine, always have been, always will be. and i will always be yours. i’m basically telling you that i love you so....”

he trailed off, looking at the wall because he knew that if he kept looking at you his heart would crawl out of his throat and he would die. or accidentally activate his quirk because he was so worked up and burn you both alive. or both, in either order.

you were still perched on his lap in shock. tears were now freely flowing from your eyes, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly you screamed at your brain to stop. you couldn’t see the genuine, loving grin on touya’s lips when he finally gathered the inner strength to glance at you again, because your eyes were so blurry with your own emotions.

“t-touya...!” you whined, your voice warping into a sob. wrapping your arms his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from losing anymore of your composure. you were definitely moved by his sincerity, but you didn’t want him to see you ugly cry, which was a very real possibility had you stared at him any longer.

touya’s big, rough hands rubbed small, tight circles into the fabric of your shirt, and without another word and a kiss on your temple, the two of you slid back under the blankets and snuggled back into bed, with you clinging onto his broad, taut body. the warmth from his skin and his incoherent whispers—something about being a big crybaby— finally lulled you to sleep.

you had a feeling that he would be here when you woke up.

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i-need-an-adult-help · 2 years

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Todoroki x fem!Reader

Angsty college AU

Y/N has lived a life where she always preferred the sadder ending over one with unrealistic love and happiness. Everyday, she’d trudge her way to the old, sage armchair under the light of the broken window and read there. Alone. But maybe not as alone as she thought.

She has to go soon. Might as well make her time worth while.

Hurt very little comfort, angst, reader death, fluff if you squint and are also very blind, that’s basically it :D

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Y/N walked along the student-filled halls, gentle chatter wafting through the air. Footsteps paced around her, each person that passed by with a gleeful smile on their lips.

A heavy sigh lifted itself from her throat, arms carefully tightening around the red and black book within her grasp, securing the words of knowledge written on its white-lined pages. A black bag was slung over her right shoulder as she walked, not caring each time she stumbled or tripped, eyes only glued to the tiled floor.

Reading was how she disassociated herself from the world, pretending that the charming royalty and cheery people were all of whom she had known herself. Tales of true love and happy endings were only fairytale.

She knew that.

And that's where the disassociation stopped.

The library of the university was often a place she visited in her spare time. Away from classes and the problems of the world, Y/N often found herself nestled within the safety of shelves—of books, and of articles written by authors and scholars who once roamed these halls.

A small nook was where she normally sat, a worn, sage-coloured armchair with scratches and crevices interwoven within the surface laying under a broken window. Stark-old floorboards cried whenever somebody walked near her, dusty cobwebs and rusty nails adhered to the wall beside.

Suffice to all that, she still found the area rather comforting to spend her time in; it felt like home.

Her hand flipped the page.

'Mine has been a life of much shame,' she read. 'I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human be—" her train of thought was cut off.

"Excuse me, but what book do you have there?"

Y/N flicked a jaded eye from the ink on the page, back still remaining hunched as she leaned over the book, [h/c] hair partially blocking her view of the boy in front of her.

"'No Longer Human' - Osamu Dazai," she spoke, tilting the book's cover to his eye's view, watching him read the title to reaffirm her words.

The boy nodded briefly, “Thought so.”

She went back to ignoring him.

Y/N put the book carefully back on her knee, rereading through the paragraph she had already skimmed over before he bothered her.

A moment of silence passed through them, leaves 'tatting' at the broken window as she continued to read, eyes tracing along one line and moving to the next.

'I can't even guess myself wha—"

He spoke.

"Is it any good?" he asked her, seeming persistent to bug her into talking.

She sighed once again, eyes closing before she nodded her head and went back to reading, planning on ignoring any further advance he made.

Y/N has read this book a million times. Sure. She knows the tale better than the back of her hand. She loves this story; it's . . . realistic. The tale of a man experiencing life and grief as it is—ending the tale on more of a despairing note than anything other.

The boy who had come still had not left. Maybe her sense of time was off. Had it only been a few seconds? She doubted he would stand there any longer than necessary.

The book she held faintly 'clapped' shut, her eyes quickly reverting to his face as he emptily looked out the window.

"Why are you still here?" Y/N asked him, hands folded atop the book, "Nowhere else to be?"

He shrugged his shoulders, still seeming to trace something out the window with his gaze. "I see you reading that book a lot. I wanted to know why you liked it so much."

Now that she had had a good look at his face, he did seem rather familiar. White and red hair lay upon his head, grey and brown irises glowing in the mellow sunlight as he looked blankly away. She couldn’t place where she knew him.

Y/N cocked a brow at his question, a small grin finding its way to her [s/c] lips. "Why I like it so much?"

The boy nodded, folding his arms over his chest. "My mother said it was her father's favourite book; apparently, I'm a lot like him. I thought I'd give it a try."

"And you want to know if it's your sort of genre?"

He nodded once more, finally looking away from the window and into her gaze, cheeks vaguely a-flush. "If you wouldn't mind telling me something about it."

Y/N rested her elbow on her knee—face on her palm, thought overcoming her features as she yawned into her hand.

"The reason why I like it is because it's realistic," she said to him, coming down from her yawn, "from the problems, to the characters, from the characters, to the ending."

Her face cringed at an upcoming thought. "Fairytales aren't my favourite things," she paused, rethinking her words, "...true love doesn't just fall from the sky; things don't often have happy endings."

"He ends it on a melancholy note, reflecting on the differences he could have made, the actions he regrets, and all the misery he could have saved himself from."

"That's realistic."

The boy took on a look of bewilderment as he tilted his head. "Realism, huh?" A moment of thought passed through his face before he asked a question once again.

"Why aren't happy endings realistic to you?"

Y/N shrugged, not really listening to the question he had proposed as she rested her head on the clothed skin of her shoulder.

She had a perfectly good response, of course, but why bother burdening him with something he never asked to know?

It’s nothing important, anyway.

"Hey . . . may I borrow that book?" he queried, "once you're done with it, of course."

Y/N’s eyes looked down to the book as she lifted it slightly to her eyes. “Borrow it?” she spoke aloud, redrawing the cover with her gaze. She looked up at him with a grin on her face.

“Sure. Why not?”

And that's how they met.

In the nook of a university library by the old armchair with crevices and scratches—within the dust and the cobwebs that decorated it . . . he asked her for a favour.

A regular thing, it may seem, but she never caught his name; she never even asked.

Every day or so for nearly two years, the boy would come in and see her in the same armchair, reading a book under the light of the broken window.

He always asked her what she was reading, she always gave him curt replies, trying to lose his interest in the matter . . . looking back, she never wanted him to leave.

They repeatedly traded books, leaving them on the chair for each other to find, little post-it notes with snarky or witty remarks written on the paper when neither were around.

When they both found themselves in the nook, they often sat together in a comfortable silence, books in their hands and eyes reading over the words. Conversations were occasionally exchanged, dreams and aspirations being discussed by one another.

They grew close—despite neither having asked for a name. A kindred spirit, maybe? The natural connection between two broken souls was a possibility.

He didn't know . . . neither did she.

His nickname for her was 'Ms. Realistic'. She would've chosen something other, but it'll do. She didn't despise it, or anything. Y/N had one for him too, after all.

Over the year, they grew closer as strangers and something more. As friends.

Y/N grew more and more tired, not being able to remain awake in a constant focus, yet not being able to fall asleep. Her muscles spasmed; she felt hot when it was cold; her mother wasn't there, she heard her anyway...

it'd been like this for a while.

She’d known what was going on for almost three years, now. She just refused to speak up.

The page flipped in her fingers, falling to the other side of her book as she continued to trace along the lines. The light from the window shone in, illuminating the white pages as she quietly read in her place.

Pale curtains fluttered into the room with the crack in the lonely window, uplifting the small piles of dust laying scattered in the room.

The words were blurrier than normal. Who knows if she's reading what's really on the page?

"Ms...

....L/N?"

The girl looked up from her page, meeting the eyes of her doctor who stood by the doorway. "Yes?" she responded, the book still open in her palms.

Y/N had changed over the past few years; bags becoming more prominent under her eyes and harder for her to carry. Her hair was often a mess and her face was worn and tired-looking.

The boy sometimes asked of her appearance, she brushed him off with a simple shrug and a wave of her hand . . . not that he ever bought that she was fine.

The doctor tilted her head, eyes swirling with pity and grief as she dramatically sighed. Y/N was sure she'd seen it before; regifted pity was all she was receiving.

The doctor wandered further into the room, sitting on a chair beside the patient's bed. "Most patients . . . unfortunately don't live through FFI, as there is no wa—"

Y/N sighed, already expecting the news. She clapped her book shut, cutting the other woman off.

"How long do I have left?"

The doctor let out a small breath of air. "You've been living with it for so long; a few weeks, I'd say. If you'd like, we could call your family to begin—"

"I don't have any family."

Y/N paused, biting her lip in annoyance as more pity became noticeable in her doctor's eyes. "Am I still able to leave the hospital?" she asked, subtle yet desperate hope falling into her voice.

The other woman nodded. "As long as an escort is present."

Y/N huffed. "It's not like I can fall asleep..." she grumbled, facing the small window in the wall.

"We can't be here for too long," the man spoke, hand resting on her shoulder as they looked up at the old building. "You need to get back to the hospital for your checkups—"

The girl shrugged his shoulder off. "I'm dying—soon, at that. What's the point?" she asked, feet slowly bringing her to the library doors.

As they entered the library, the familiar quiet and gentle warmth filled her fatigued mind with a fuzzy chill, the feeling of home finally returning from when she had left. She'd missed this. Everything about it.

Not listening to the complaints of the escort behind her, she slowly ambled through the walls of old books, the smell overwhelming her senses.

The sound of a pages turning alerted her, the floorboards she recognised squeaking under her shoe-covered feet as she took steps towards her nook.

'No longer human'

He wasn’t there.

The book she had leant the boy sat on the chair, the red, a bright contrast to the musty green of the old armchair. A note sat on the book, white paper stuck to the cover.

Her tired face formed a faint smile at the sight, slowly halting in her tracks to admire what sat.

He had left the book for her to find, knowing she would eventually return to her nook in the corner by the dust and the cobwebs and the old nails in the wall.

It was only diminutive happiness she had experienced—short and merely a speck in the ever-moving world. The boy wouldn't miss her; he didn't even know her name.

Why was she here?

The smile on Y/N's face slowly faded at the thought, pace quickening as she ran over to grab the note off the book, tearing it from the cover.

'I haven't seen you in a while, Ms. Realistic. Thought I might give you this back for when you return.

Also, you were right, the sombre ending was far more realistic than a fairytale love. Happiness doesn't prevail, does it?

I never really believed it did, to be frank. In the end, I just wanted to speak with you—learn about you, I guess. You intrigued me.

I suppose I didn't really do that, did I? I still call you 'Ms. Realistic', after all.

I won't be returning for a couple weeks, though; I'm visiting my mother in hospital a couple towns out of here (did I mention she was doing better?).

See you later. I have a book you might like :)

- Two-toned.'

She stared down at the note in her hands, facial muscles remaining inexpressive at the well-thought out message.

‘See you later.’

‘Later.’

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

One by one, tears fell from her eyes, slipping down her cheeks and curling on the tip of her lips, mouth sitting partially agaped.

The piece of paper started to dampen with her leaking tears, the sheet quivering in her fingers as she reread and reread the blurry words that had been stained by her tears.

Her muscles strained as she tried to stop herself from ripping it to shreds, as she tried to stop herself from screaming at herself for all she’d done.

An epiphany had befallen on her, striking her mind white with the lack of thought; she refused to think—to acknowledge it.

Y/N’s lips quivered as the note sat within her trembling fingers, hot water dripping down her cheeks, running to her chin and falling to the ink on the paper. She could only attempt to blink away the tears as she stared blankly at the white sheet.

Her legs trembled before buckling under her weight, a feeling of faintness coming to her mind, weakness taking over her body.

Abruptly, a choked sob tore from her throat, creating a ripple in the library's silence with her sickening cries of sadness.

After all the time she’d spent with him,

After every pain and struggle she’d shared with him—him doing the same in return,

After everything…

She’d never know who he was; he’d only ever remain a stranger passing by.

She would never know his name—the name of the boy who saved her life when she was stuck in an awful loop of despairing loneliness...

knowing she was to die.

Y/N could never see him again; she could never relay her problems or wishes to him ever again; she could never tell him of her wish to stay.

Who could they have become to each other if she had had longer on this earth? If in another universe she had had the chance to live longer, what could have become of that passing stranger?

The words began to imbue on the page, swirling in and around on the white paper—the sheet pulling apart and piecing together as she attempted to blink away the tears.

Maybe it was another delusion of hers, telling her the mistakes she had made and the actions she would regret.

Telling her how she could have saved herself from the misery of loss—loosing something she never had.

She could no longer tell the difference between the real and fake.

And what was the point in trying?

"Ms. L/N? We need to be heading off soon. Are you ready to . . . leave?" The man stopped at the sight of her.

Her face was rifled with raw emotion, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she hugged her arms to her chest.

Her mouth was open, it hung there like it was unable to close, horrid cries of anguish tearing from her throat.

"T-the last I'll ever see of him is a book," she cried, doubling over her own body in an attempt to conceal her dignity, her choked-out sobs still breaking her words. "A b-bloody book!"

The note wasn't real.

It was just an illusion of her broken mind.

Todoroki placed his hand on the door, pushing open the heavy wooden surface to enter into the book haven. It'd been four weeks since he'd seen Ms. Realistic sitting in her armchair, not a note or a book to alert him of her presence.

He wandered through the walls of bookcases, hand tracing over the dusty, leather covers, pulling some out to admire the pictures that decorated the old material.

The floorboards began to creak as he made his way closer to the nook, hoping that the mystery girl had left a new recommendation . . . or anything.

He'd grown fond of her, despite only calling her a half-hearted nickname. The way she smiled as he tried to argue with her pessimistic view on life, the way she giggled uncharacteristically while reading his wit-filled retorts on the sticky bits of paper.

Maybe he should ask for her name—tell her his.

As the chair came into view, all he saw was a blue post-it note atop of a red and black-covered book resting under the light of the broken window.

'Keep it. Please.

- Y/N'

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chunkymilk96 · 1 year

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Imagine Class 1-A is having a little fun goofy time, and they were checking which of their eyes were dominant and Todoroki just pipes up like “I cant see out of my left eye” and everyone’s shocked because they didn’t know he was partially blind.

This also work for ATLA substituting Class 1-A for the Gaang and Todoroki for Zuko

#fanfic #fanfic ideas #fanfiction inspiration #the gaang #atla gaang #mha #bnha fanfiction #todoroki is basically Zuko #my hero academy fanfiction #atla zuko

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mhanextgen · 8 months

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!Todoroki Family Ending!

The family is still broken, and that’s okay.They all have their own lives and deal with their trauma seperatley. Some stay in contact others don’t.What matters is that they are healing in their own ways.

Rei

Wants her babies under one roof but respects Shoto and Natsou’s wishes.She still hasn’t forgiven herself for scarring and partially blinding Shoto.She’s accepted the truth about her abuse and after decades of oppression has taken charge in her life.Her and Emi Fukukado(Miss Joke) got married in Mexico.They currently live in Japan and are the guardians of Touya.

Shoto

Shoto visits his Mom and Touya.He’s forgiven Touya.He talks to Fuyumi occasionally.He only has contact with Endeavour because he has a new half-sibling, and he wants to make sure what happened to his family doesn’t happen to his sibling.

Natsou

Realizes he can’t forgive Enji or Touya for their actions,though he still loves his older brother.He just wants to move on from his birth family and start his own family.He loves his siblings but doesn’t have the heart to be near them after all that’s happened.He still thinks his trauma is invalid.Natsou does keep contact with his mom,but that’s it.Although Natsou hates that he never got to grow up with Shoto,he won’t make any effort to connect with him as adults.He feels it’s too late.As for Fuyumi,Natsou has put up with seeing his abuser for his sister’s sake and has had to repress his emotions for his sister’s dream happy family.He understands Fuyumi’s wishes but doesn’t like how she unknowingly pressured him.Natsou isn’t ready to confront his siblings or father,he may never be ready.Natsou isn’t ignoring his issues,he just refuses to place himself near the people who caused or remind him of his abuse.

Natsou visits his mother outside of their homes.Natsou refuses to contact any of his siblings.Rei doesn’t push him to reconnect,she reassures him that he’s not running away from the issues,he’s acknowledging he wants no part in it.

Natsou loves his sister but recognizes her toxic behavior,he refuses to go to family dinners with Enji anymore.Rei and Emi visit him and his girlfriend when they want to meet up.Just the 4 of them.

Fuyumi

Has started her own family and has become an overbearing mother as a result of her household trauma.She hoped after Touya’s arrest and rehab her family would be happy and complete.She loves her Dad but fears him,she has weekly dinners with him.Her husband isn’t comfortable with their children seeing Enji.Fuyumi respects her husband’s wishes,even if it bothers her.Shoto and Fuyumi are in contact,still distant but talking.Fuyumi’s toxic positivity is still present but has gotten better.

Touya

Despite showing clear understanding of his actions,Touya was deemed unstable and put into a restricted physch ward.He got an artificial skin graft transplant and mutiple surgeries to reduce his scar tissue.

Touya was permitted to spend his last 20-year sentence on strict parole. Police monitor where he lives and he has a tracker implant.As well as a mandatory daily quirk nullifier drug dosage.

Rei invites Touya to live with her and Emi. Emi hesitantly agrees, she keeps an eye on Touya and at first they were hostile towards eachother but now she gets along with him.

After counseling and meds, Touya has been slowly recovering. He is still serving his prison sentence, his involvement in a terrorist group and the attempted murder of Shoto and Enji have made restrictions in his choices. Touya regrets his actions against Enji(because they put his siblings in danger, he still hates Endeavour and doesn’t regret exposing him)and his harsh words to Rei.Still hates hero soicety but has accepted that he needs to be with his mom.Fuyumi and Shoto still see him, it’s awkward but appreciated.

#mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #rei himura #fuyumi todoroki #todoroki family #miss joke #coldlaugh

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ao3feed-tododeku · 9 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #♥#R:G #A:DogsAreTheBest #Disability AU

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 1 year

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Handcrafted by Confusing Love

handcrafted by confusing love by Anonymous

It was easy: set his phone up, hidden behind some broken wood slats, press record, and slip out of the training room all before Father got home.

It worked like a charm. —————— Shouto records a weekend of his trainings with his father. He doesn't know what he wants from Aizawa-Sensei but he shows him anyway.

Words: 10626, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi (Background), Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Found Family, Class 1-A as Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Abusive Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dissociation, Touch-Starved Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto-centric, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, He gets plenty of hugs , Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Teehee presentation Michael , Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Todoroki Shouto, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Todoroki Shouto, Not Beta Read, Platonic Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Partially Blind Todoroki Shouto, Mineta got expelled from UA fuck that bitch, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, queerplatonic Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42854970

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Shouto Todoroki #W:S #A:Anonymous #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Disability AU #Mental Illness #Abuse #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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ao3feed-todoroki · 1 year

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The Snapping Thread

The Snapping Thread by wildflower warlock

After a brutal suicide attempt, Shoto is at death's door, and Aizawa is out of options. He enlists Eri's help to rewind his condition by a few hours, but high emotions lead her to rewind him all the way back to five years old. Because of the recovery time that Eri needs before she can reverse her rewind, Shoto has to spend a week as his five-year-old self, with no memory of the bizarre, clingy people that call themselves his classmates.

Words: 2599, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A, Eri

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A & Todoroki Shouto, Eri & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, De-Aged Todoroki Shouto, Rewind Quirk, Kid Todoroki Shouto, Suicidal Todoroki Shouto, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Dissociation, Bed-Wetting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Todoroki Shouto Gets A Hug, Selectively Mute Todoroki Shouto, Partially Blind Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46084960

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shouto #♠#Shouto Todoroki #Aizawa Shouta #Eri #❄️🔥#R:T #W:S #A:Wild #Disability AU #Mental Illness #Abuse

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 1 year

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The Things I Never Got to Know (and the Things I Wish I Knew)

the things i never got to know (and the things i wish i knew) by The Caffine Coalition

Hitoshi was the master of mistakes. His whole life had been one mistake after the other. The universe had a pretty twisted sense of humor like that.

Words: 1233, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Monoma Neito, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki's Mother, Toga Himiko, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Fuyumi

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shirakumo Oboro/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shirakumo Oboro, Shirakumo Oboro/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi & Original Character(s), Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Monoma Neito, Kaminari Denki/Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Monoma Neito & Toga Himiko, Class 1-A & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Trans Shinsou Hitoshi, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Trans Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Genderfluid Kaminari Denki, Trans Midoriya Izuku, Partially Blind Todoroki Shouto, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Abused Shinsou Hitoshi, Foster Kid Shinsou Hitoshi, American Kaminari Denki, Black Ashido Mina, Shirakumo Oboro Lives, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, English-Speaking Kaminari Denki, Slow Burn, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Are Siblings, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Genderfluid Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, teen parents, Bisexual Shinsou Hitoshi, Gay Kaminari Denki, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Cupioromantic Ashido Mina, Asexual Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Gay Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bisexual Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Bashing, Tags May Change

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46203295

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami Plus #♧#Shinkami #Erasermic·#⚣#R:M #A:Caffine #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Disability AU

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Todomomo isn't 'a power couple' THEY'RE 16 THEY'RE 16 AND NOT EVEN POPULAR AT SCHOOL Please just let them be cheesy high school sweethearts who're t4t and autistic4autistic and get to act like what they're actually like around eachother instead of putting fronts because of their parents and be silly kitties and train together and not have to work to live up to exceptions because they think of eachother as amazing no matter what and stumble through romance tactics like precious dorks and bond over trauma and be he/they goth punk x she/they pastel punk AND STOP FUCKING MAKING THEM BE FRIENDS WITH BAKUGOU,MOMO LITERALLY CANONICALLY HATES HIM AND SHE'S NOT A MOM AND SHOUTO'S NOT EMOTIONLESS THEY'RE 16 THEY'RE 16

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tanjirou-no-au · 1 year

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I posted 88 times in 2022

That's 88 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (35%)

57 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thepariahcontinuum

@yuki2sksksk

@insomniac-jay

@shieldmaiden19

@candlecoo

I tagged 39 of my posts in 2022

#bnha - 28 posts

#mha - 28 posts

#bnha rewrite au - 14 posts

#izuku midoriya - 10 posts

#twisted fates au - 8 posts

#class 1a - 6 posts

#tenko shimura - 5 posts

#class 1b - 4 posts

#shoto todoroki - 4 posts

#tomura shigaraki - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 31 characters

#give me the spicy chicken man!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

BNHA Rewrite 1A: The Minor Characters

And finally, the background characters.

Mashiro Ojiro - Lion Dance

First off, his Quirk is called Lion Tail, a combo of his mother’s Leomorph Quirk and his father’s Monkey Tail.

Beyond the tail, he has claws, sharp teeth, and longer toes that afford him better grip.

Prefers Wado-Ryu Karate & Monkey Style Kung Fu.

Slightly more aggressive, always up for a challenge.

Grew up in a dojo, son of two martial artists. Skilled poet, Tokoyami is jealous.

While his tail tuft is blonde, his hair is actually black and dyed to match.

Sparring partners and friends with Uraraka, alongside Kirishima, Sato, & Hagakure.

Best martial artist in 1A, neck in neck with Nirengeki for best in First Year.

Tooru Hagakure - Transluminescent

Her costume is made from her hair (like Mirio’s).

Pink & blue crystalline bodysuit and pocket skirt.

Trans rights.

Much better handle on her light refraction abilities, and buff as hell.

Got through the Entrance Exam by blinding a drone, ripping off a leg and going to town.

Helps out Todoroki during USJ by luring villains into the woods, away from him.

Rikido Sato - Sugarman

Sugar Rush increases muscle 'output’ instead of just strength.

This includes fast twitch muscles, (granting him limited superspeed) and the brain (Though, combined with the drawback it usually ends up a net neutral)

Looks up to O’Clock. Midoriya’s convinced he could mimic O’Clock’s powers.

Best friends w/ Ojiro & Kirishima.

Koji Koda - Anivoice

His Quirk is named Nature’s Call.

Borders between talking and and command.

Selectively mute, but has trouble with JSL due to his face hampering traditional facial expressions. Still, JSL buddies with Jirou, Bakugo & Shinso.

Still growing the ‘Antennae’ that would allow him to use his Quirk telepathically.

Gets along surprisingly well with Kaminari & Shinso.

Has a crush on Jirou.

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Okay, here me out:

Relatively standard roleswap, Slayer Nezuko & Demon Tanjiro, maybe with Nezuko wielding some derivative of Water and/or Flame Breathing (I’m partial to Vine or Magma for the name) but the big changes are her first two companions:

Genya Shinazugawa: An aggressive, cagey, but ultimately noble & kind Slayer who lacks a Breathing form, though he makes up for it any other way he can, like guns, repetitive actions, poisons and a surprisingly keen tactical mind. And his demon eating ability, though he tends to keep it under wraps for somewhat obvious reasons.

Muichirou Tokito, a…loopy if nice amnesiac Mist Breather with a tendency to zone out and is generally regarded as having the survival instincts of a lemming, save for moments where he either hyper focuses or loses touch with reality altogether (there’s genuine debate on the matter) and busts out moves worthy of a Hashira.

Their age mates among the core are Aoi & Senjuro (mostly unchanged, but I might swap them out for each other) The ruthless tsuguko Inosuke, Zenitsu ( who I’m unsure of. The Genya to Kaigaku’s Sanemi? Another Tsuguko? Someone like Aoi or Senjuro?) and the seemingly emotionless youngest Hashira, Kanao Tsuyuri…

10 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

Random BNHA HC/AU:

Both Izuku and Shigaraki have read Wildbow’s Parahuman Web series, and get into intense fanboying sessions/debates about it.

Shigaraki: What power would you have?

Izuku, currently tied up: Skitter’s. Even without Panacea’s modifications the tactical applications of her power are-(descends into long, detailed explanation)

The rest of the LoV:...

AfO, having flashbacks through the monitor:...

Bakugo, also tied up: What the fuck Deku!?

10 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

BNHA HC of the day: Dabi & Nine were both Shigaraki’s ‘backups’ that were seen in Chapter 350, kids whose Quirks strained their bodies, and thus would provide ample experiments for Garaki’s body strengthening procedure.

Six, meanwhile, was essentially an attempt to create a body from scratch.

Nine was the only survivor, at least partially because Touya (Four) burnt down the orphanage.

11 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Villain Deku Idea: Singularity

Admittedly, this is more a Quirk Idea than an actual character, but I still want to put it out there.

A DFO AU where Izuku’s power is a true hybrid of AFO & Pull, able to steal Quirks at a distance...but with a twist.

The Quirk, “Singularity” acts similar to a power exhibited by the character Eidolon from the web serial Worm, which allowed the character in question to essentially drain the overarching “superpower provider” so to say, of other superhumans.

When Singularity is triggered, it begins to "Pull in” nearby Quirks, lessening the potency of Emitter & Transformation types while complex Mutants begin to recede, leaving the normal human underneath. Izuku in turn can begin to use these powers in ever increasing potency, until Singularity is turned off, the victim leaves the Quirk’s area of effect, or they are left essentially Quirkless.

Quirk usage increases the rate of draining, and more powerful Quirks take longer to drain. The big catch is, the draining is only temporary, and once Singularity is released, or they get far enough away, the drained Quirks will return their owners...

...Unless they’re killed before Singularity ends.

The other big catch is that when the original wielder is killed, Izuku only gets the power he drained, and not the full Quirk, and he can’t stack Quirks like AFO, though he can use enhancers to buff up his other powers, and he can only use three of his powers at once.

It cannot be stolen by AFO, and does not directly affect AFO (though both can drain each other’s stolen Quirks) or OFA

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