#stiff shouto

[delawaredetroit]

Shouto really said don't throw up on me. Peak romance

#bnha reread #bnha 64 #bnha #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #was never much of a tdmm person but their canon dynamic is worse than i remembered #very stiff and co-worker-esque on both sides

[andypantsx3]

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 4.7k | chapter 2 of 4

Then

The Todoroki house was the most interesting place you had ever been.

At home it was just you and your mom, and most of the time she was working, or recovering from working, but the Todoroki house was packed with children from wall to wall. There was almost never a dull minute—except when Todoroki Enji came home and everyone got stiff and weird—but when he wasn’t around, you found you preferred the Todoroki mansion to the loneliness of your own empty house.

Touya seemed to sense this, and deigned to invite you over often, enough that you found yourself following him home after school at least once a week.

After the first time, you’d been introduced to his other siblings, Fuyumi and Natuso, who were both much nicer than Touya, and notably far more talkative. Shouto was a near-constant too, almost always propped on his mother’s hip when you arrived home, and always eager to be handed off to you, enough that you could tell Touya was annoyed.

“You’re not even related,” he complained, and you hid a smile at his barely-couched jealousy.

“I’m just better than you,” you told him, sticking your tongue out, dodging when he tried to grab it. You’d never had siblings, and you’d been forced to learn quickly that nothing was off-limits to people with younger siblings. Revenge would always be exacted.

Even when Shouto got older, old enough to talk in complete sentences and toddle about on his own, he seemed to prefer your company. You and Touya were almost never left alone to play on your own, Shouto always in the room with you, almost velcroed to your side.

He was on the floor next to you in the living room on one such occasion, Touya absolutely destroying you in Super Mario, when Rei called Touya in from the kitchen.

Touya rolled his eyes, pausing and flinging his controller at your head with the manner of someone who hoped it actually connected. “Don’t restart while I’m gone or I’ll kill you.”

You saluted him as he stomped out, taking a minute to stretch out from where you’d sat hunched over your controller. You bumped Shouto as you did, and he looked up at you from his coloring book, where he was shading in a pair of penguins in hot pink.

“Nice choice,” you told him, and Shouto looked a little bit like he was trying not to preen.

“Izuku in my class says penguins mate for life, like us,” he said, authoritatively.

You blinked, your brain snagging on the like us. Alphas, betas, and omegas could mate for life, and were generally expected to, but that didn’t always quite play out if you didn’t find your life mate. Your mother was a near-hand example, your father having left her while you were still in swaddling clothes, only to pass away a short few years later. They hadn’t been life mates, you’d come to realize recently—though your mother still believed in them. You hoped she’d find hers still, someday.

You thought maybe, however, that you were not going to hold out hope for your own, if it was as tricky as it seemed.

“You know not everyone does, right?” you asked, peering down at Shouto.

Wide, guileless eyes stared back up at you. Shouto had lost a little of his baby fat recently, but absolutely none of his sweetness.

“Who does not?” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches.

You fiddled with the controller in your fingers, wondering suddenly if you should have brought this up with him. “Some people. My parents didn’t,” you said, cautiously.

Shouto’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. “Your parents?”

You shook your head. “Sometimes people don’t find them even after all of the mating runs.”

Shouto did not look pleased with this. His eyes roved over you, pinning on you with a sort of sudden, unnerving intensity. “Sometimes people go on mating runs. And their life mate is not there because they are too young to go yet.”

You blinked, surprised by the specificity of this conclusion. “Sometimes, probably, yeah.”

Shouto’s tiny frown deepened, and he carefully arranged himself up against your side. “You will wait though, right?”

Your hand found its way unthinkingly into his hair, ruffling it. He was a sweet kid. “I mean, people usually go through more than one mating run, right?”

Shouto pressed more insistently into your side. “You will keep going until your life mate is there, though.”

You had an image of yourself, greying and eighty, slowly wobbling on your cane through the preserve. You suppressed a laugh. “I’ll go as I can until I age out, how about that?”

Shouto nodded, satisfied. His crayon resumed on the penguins, fiery pink streaking across the page. “I will be there,” he pronounced definitively.

His decisive tone startled a laugh out of you. You grinned down at him, unable to help the urge to ruffle his hair again. “I’ll stick around until we can run together. Although you better get good at climbing trees.”

Shouto blinked, his mouth pursing in puzzlement. “Trees,” he repeated to himself.

You nodded. “If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate.”

You would not be like your parents. You would not settle, and you would be realistic about your prospects.

Shouto’s eyes tracked across your face once more, like he was committing the statement to memory.

“You’re welcome to come up with me,” you said. You couldn’t imagine Shouto as anything other than an omega like his mom, not with that sweet little face. You didn’t like the idea of some alpha trying to get at him, so it was better he stay safe in your tree with you.

The thought suddenly rankled, and you decided you were done with this discussion. Better not to think of Shouto all grown up and spirited away from everyone until you absolutely had to.

You tapped a finger on Shouto’s coloring book, turning him back to it. “Anyway. Tell me about the other animals in here? Did Izuku tell you about any of these?”

Shouto looked down at the page, his expression shifting seriously. “This is a killer whale,” he said, pointing to a corner of the page he’d colored in with a blob of forest green. “They are related to dolphins. They are the biggest dolphin in the world.”

You nodded, relaxing back on your hands, gesturing for him to go on.

Shouto took his job very seriously, explaining solemnly and in great detail all the animals on the page, the way he sometimes described all his toys to you. You let him go on, finding that you liked listening to Shouto talk—he was rarely so wordy, but he was easy and familiar and funny in how seriously he took everything.

You laid back and listened to him, hoping Touya took a little extra time in the kitchen. Shouto looked pleased to have your attention, and soon enough you found yourself dozing, your head against his little thigh, content with Shouto’s sweet little voice washing over you.

In Shouto’s company, the Todoroki house felt a lot like home.

Now

Your beloved mother woke you in the morning ramming the vacuum into the door of your old bedroom-turned-storage room.

You groaned from your air mattress, your old bed frame sold off already to pay a gas bill. You missed that thing.

“Only a week together and you were out all day yesterday,” your mother said when you emerged from your old room, shooting you a look that immediately made you feel like a teenager again. She was wearing one of your old sweatshirts, that she’d clearly commandeered because she’d missed you.

Your heart squeezed a little at the familiar sight of her, but not enough to curb your morning fussiness.

“Maybe I was out scoping alphas to pounce on during the run,” you said, shuffling towards the kitchen and the promise of coffee.

“You were out with the mayor’s son,” she said, sniffing. A small smile pulled at your mouth—she had pettily refused to call Touya by his name for years.

She’d been thrilled by your friendship with him when you were kids. From the outside, Touya had looked like a beautiful little boy from a well-to-do family. You knew she’d once held out hope for your friendship to turn into something more, to see you settled into a well-off family and taken good care of.

For your part, however, you’d been drawn to Touya but never interested in that way, and you knew Touya felt the same. And things had only gotten more complicated when Touya’s mental health had crumbled like dirt under his father’s heel, and even worse when the Todoroki family fire broke out; Touya’s extensive burns damaged his glands and destroyed any evidence of his secondary gender before he’d even presented. Though, personally, you’d always suspected he was an omega. He was showy, flashy, possessed of that classic omega need for praise and attention—not quite to your tastes.

You thought you probably preferred someone a little more lowkey, someone steady and easy. Definitely not Touya.

There was also the fact that his efforts as of late seemed directed at the one quarter of your friend group with blonde, fluffy hair. Though you knew Touya would rather burn his remaining skin off before admitting it.

Either way, your mother’s hopes of a marriage into the Todoroki family were dashed, along with her opinion of Todoroki Enji when things finally came to head, and she’d never quite forgiven Touya for it.

“Touya says hello,” you answered distractedly, fiddling around with the coffee machine, though of course Touya had said no such thing. “I saw Rei though, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto. Did you know Shouto is a firefighter now? He’s gotten so big.”

“An alpha?” your mom’s voice floated out from the living room, her eagerness not quite suppressed.

You laughed, though a tiny, strange sort of spark lit up your spine. “Mom, I’m a couple years too old for him. I’m like his grandma.”

“Oh you are not, you dramatic thing,” you heard her sniff.

“Our first date could be at my bingo hall,” you carried on over the hiss of the water boiling, the dribble of coffee into the pot. “And we could get drunk on our prune juice, and I could slide out my dentures waiting for him to kiss me—”

“I’m going to sell you,” your mother said, her vacuum starting up again pointedly. You heard the distinct thump of it being rammed into a couch leg and grinned.

You knew she wanted to see you settled because she loved you, wanted to see you taken care of in all the ways that she hadn’t been. Your father had let her down years before he’d even passed, which you thought should have besmirched any alpha’s good name in your mother’s book. But she was determined to believe in love and life mates despite it all, and you admired her for it. She was a stubborn thing.

You spent the morning helping her do chores, clambering up onto the counters and getting all the places she couldn’t regularly reach, hauling out her trash and googling your way through some low-level repairs. You shared a quick breakfast in between, dodging more questions about the mating run, before returning to cleaning.

You were covered in dust and a thin layer of Lysol by the time you remembered you’d promised to meet Shouto at the fire station for lunch. There was not enough time to change or shower if you wanted to pick something up on the way, and you supposed it was well enough that Shouto did not actually possess the level of interest in you that your mother might have wanted him to.

“Going to see my child bride,” you told your mom on the way out, laughing and dodging a sponge.

The walk to the fire station took the better part of forty-five minutes, including a long interlude spent hemming and hawing over the prepared foods section of the grocery store before you finally settled on cold soba—Shouto’s favorite from when you were younger, if you remembered correctly.

The fire station itself was an older, whitewashed multi-story building, set back from the main road. The garage doors were open in the warming spring air, the bright red of the fire engines clearly visible from blocks away. You must have been visible from blocks away, too, because Shouto stepped out as you turned onto the drive, the dark blue of his stationwear stark against his skin.

Your heart did a strange lurching motion in your chest, and you pointedly did not let your eyes linger on the way his uniform belted in at his hips, highlighting the trimness of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders. Nope.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, holding up your bag of spoils. “You still like soba, right?”

Shouto blinked, his eyelashes fluttering. Long fingers touched the bag, hefting it carefully from your grip. “You remember.”

You grinned up at him. “How could I forget? Especially because I was there when you had it for the first time. You flung some at Touya from your high chair and it ended up on me instead.”

Shouto looked embarrassed, a pink flush spreading prettily across the tops of his high cheekbones. “I do not believe you.”

“Uh huh,” you said.

Shouto’s mouth pulled into what might have been a nonexpression on anyone else, but was most definitely a pout on him. Cute.

“I can reassure you there will be no soba flung today,” he promised, his deep voice earnest. Then he paused. “Touya is not in range.”

A surprised laugh escaped you, and the edge of Shouto’s lips pulled. He looked pleased with himself for having drawn it out of you. He’d always made you laugh, even as a kid—though mostly for how incongruously serious he was as a child, even about the silliest things. But also for how he seemed able to press people’s buttons—Touya’s especially—just by existing.

Shouto gestured you inside, and you studied the firetrucks as you passed them, mostly so you did not watch the way Shouto’s shoulders shifted beneath his shirt.

When he caught your look of curiosity, Shouto led you over to one, opening the door for you to take a look inside. You peered at all the knobs and switches interestedly, leaning into the cab. It looked complex, and yet very familiar. It actually looked a lot like the toy fire truck that once spent a fair amount of time occupying the inside of baby Shouto’s mouth.

You glanced back, opening your mouth to tell Shouto as much, when suddenly two large hands were at your waist, warm and sure. They lifted you right into the driver’s seat like it was absolutely no effort.

You fell into the cab, suddenly winded. You whipped around to stare at Shouto, heart hammering with the casual display of alpha strength, unable to help the wide-eyed look you knew you were giving him. That was—that was—not allowed.

“Am I—can I be—in here?” you garbled out, trying not to make obvious the real reason for your sudden disorientation.

Shouto stepped up onto the wheel plate to lean into the cab beside you, bringing in a puff of that scent like campfire on a cold day. “Yes,” he answered, looking unbothered with how close his face was to yours.

You watched him helplessly, brain fogging with his proximity and his scent. He was very, very pretty up close. He’d grown into what had to be the most beautiful person you’d actually ever seen—his mother’s looks, dialed up to an eleven. The deliberate alpha edge to him should have been at odds with that delicate sensuality—but instead it was like his secondary gender sat on him like a beam of sunlight, highlighting his beauty.

It was totally at conflict with the round, pudgy little thing he’d been when you’d first seen him, the lanky preteen you’d left him as.

He felt so familiar and yet so strangely new. It was disconcerting.

You quickly averted your gaze, making a show of leaning in over all the dials and buttons. Shouto leaned right over your lap, his chest warm against your legs, patiently explaining what each one did in his low, calm tone. The depth of his voice was so shocking, but the tone so similar to what it had been—you could remember him explaining animals in his coloring book to you in much the same level of careful detail once.

Your head spun with the dichotomy. Baby Shouto, a lifetime away, and adult alpha Shouto here in front of you—

You hurriedly pushed the thought of adult alpha Shouto down before you could think too deeply on it. That was off limits.

When you’d had your fill and Shouto had managed to make sure you didn’t accidentally deploy the ladder in the station itself, he helped you down from the cab, his hands hot on your waist.

“I’m old but still spry enough to get myself down, young man,” you told him as he settled you back on the station floor. Your heartbeat felt like it was somewhere around your throat.

“I did not hear your bones creak at least,” Shouto said, startling you into a laugh again.

His mouth twitched as he led you further into the station, giving you a short tour of the gear racks, the office, the laundry room and fitness room stuffed with several of his coworkers, a room that smelled overwhelmingly of clashing alpha scents, none nearly as good as Shouto’s.

A cheery red head waved to you from the leg press, that Shouto introduced as Kirishima, and a blonde alpha greeted him with a towel whipped directly at Shouto’s face. Shouto ducked it with the ease of long practice.

“Oi halfie, who the fuck told you you could eat the cookies I brought in?” the blonde demanded, barely sparing you an acknowledging glace as he reracked a mind-bogglingly enormous set of weights.

Shouto introduced him anyway, in a deliberately bland tone that you immediately recognized as one he deployed to rile up Touya. “This is Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Answer the damn question,” Bakugou said.

Shouto blinked long and slow and absolutely meant to annoy. You hid a smile. “Am I expected to fight fires on an empty stomach,” Shouto said, flatter than a question.

“I’ll fucking show you an empty stomach when I rip out your—”

“You must be Y/N,” Kirishima said loudly from the leg press. You instantly clocked a beta disruption technique at work and smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, searching for something to reply with, uniting in his peace-keeping mission. “That’s—an impressive amount of weight.”

“Thanks!” Kirishima said brightly.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Shouto’s head snapping towards you, and you looked back to find his eyes narrowed on you.

“I can press as much,” Shouto said, his tone insistent. He crowded a little closer to you.

Your eyebrows crept towards your hairline, mystified. “I—that’s—great?”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth, and a disgusted sound issued from Bakugou’s corner of the gym. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Take this shit right outta here,” Bakugou demanded.

Shouto ignored him, still staring at you. He pressed closer, his shoulders shifting so that he was angled between you and Kirishima, obscuring most of your line of sight.

“I—mean you definitely look like you can press, um, a lot,” you continued, bewildered. “The only pressing I do is, uh, french press.”

The frown evaporated from Shouto’s expression, something suddenly pleased descending over it instead. Beyond him, you thought you could see Kirishima smiling, mouthing you look like you can press a lot to Bakugou, and an answering eye-roll from Bakugou. Oh god. Had you said that?

Your face heated, and you immediately decided an evacuation was in order. “Well thanks for letting us interrupt you. Nice to meet you guys. Shouto—should we—?”

Shouto’s hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you. All thought of Kirishima and Bakugou suddenly evaporated under the feeling of that hot palm, and you barely managed another wave as Shouto shadowed you out of the room. He led you up a flight of stairs to the dorm area, where several more of his coworkers were arrayed, chatting over their own lunches.

Face still sort of warm, you helped Shouto unpack the soba and the various side dishes you’d grabbed. He disappeared further into the kitchen and returned with glasses of water and the appropriate utensils, arraying everything in front of you.

“So this is going to be your first run,” you said conversationally, after you’d taken your first bite of soba. “Got any lucky omega in mind?”

Shouto’s eyes darted up from his chopsticks to your face, grey and blue pinning you. “I have… someone in mind,” he said, after a moment.

A strange twinge made itself known in your chest again. You ignored it, shoving more noodles into your mouth determinedly.

“I am sure you will have absolutely no trouble, but I am happy to give you a quick rundown of all the usual hiding spots anyway,” you said. “Most omegas actually end up not too far into the preserve because they want to be caught, so it should be pretty easy.”

One of Shouto’s brows quirked the tiniest bit. “I have reason to believe I’ll need to follow at least a few miles.”

You felt your own eyebrows lift. Not too many omegas went super far in, unless they were looking to avoid someone or pose a real challenge. You went miles in specifically for that reason as well—to steer clear of the action, not that it was likely to find you anyway—and get up your tree before anyone came looking.

“There’s fewer spots that far out because the brush gets all scraggly at the coast,” you said. “There’s a few outcroppings though that I’ve seen omegas go for. You really think your intended will go that far?”

Shouto considered you for a long moment, those mismatched eyes roving over you. “I do.”

Whoever it was, they were going to make him work for it, huh? You suppressed a growing spot of offense on his behalf.

“And you’re sure about this person?” you asked.

Shouto nodded. “I have been sure since I was very small.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the same time as your stomach seemed to drop. That was very sweet—and also strangely disheartening to hear.

Why was that disheartening?

“Then—do you think they’re for sure your life mate?” you asked, taking a careful, studied sip of water.

“I do,” Shouto answered. The simplicity of his statement spoke for itself. You were a beta and did not have quite the same capacity to detect your mate as an alpha, but you knew alphas always knew. You wondered if he’d always known he was going to end up an alpha if he’d had that instinctive understanding since he was young.

You wondered why he’d never said anything, all those years you’d grown up together.

Your heart did a strange dip, sinking at the same time it lifted for him.

“I’m really happy for you Shouto. I’m glad I came back just in time to see you find happiness, when it feels like I have already missed so much else,” you told him.

Shouto leaned forward, catching your eye. His gaze was serious where it caught yours. “I am glad you came back, too. You have been… missed,” he said.

Your heartbeat fluttered, and you gripped the edge of the table, trying to quell the feeling. It would not do to be too overwhelmed by Shouto. Not now.

You managed a smile, and quickly rerouted the conversation back to the hiding spots you knew, and the forest trails you’d seen most omegas utilize. Shouto watched you carefully, and you hoped he was committing the information to memory.

After that the conversation turned to more innocuous topics, a rehashing of some of your shared childhood memories, some picking on Touya. The soba disappeared between the two of you, as well as all the side dishes you’d brought. Shouto was incredibly easy to talk to, you found—a fascinating blend of the earnest, slight shit-stirrer of a little boy you’d known and a blandly funny adult man. He had some of Touya’s underlying propensity towards intensity, and some of his mother’s thoughtful sweetness—and you liked the way the familiar traits blended into something faceted and interesting.

He really had grown up.

After lunch he let you explore more of the station, showing you all the compartments on the fire engines, explaining all the equipment. On the way to the door he also let you rifle through the gear bays, showing you his own rack of turnout gear.

He even let you try his jacket on, looking like he was suppressing a smile when the heaviness of it weighed your arms down, watching you flap your arms around, marveling as what was easily twenty pounds of heat-proof fabric resisted you.

No wonder he needed such an intense workout routine.

You couldn’t help but be amazed by it all—who Shouto had turned into, and the fact that he had such an impressive job, one that fit him so well. The fact that he was an adult now, with goals and ambitions that were a lot more grounded than yours. The fact that he was an alpha of all things, and could lift you up into a firetruck as easily as you’d once lifted him off Touya’s hip.

It was so much to contemplate, and you watched him, helplessly fascinated, as he led you around.

You lingered for long enough that the sky was tinging pink and orange by the time you left, and Shouto saw you to the door, insisting on plugging in his number to your phone so you could text when you got home. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner down the street, a strange warmth suffusing you as you walked. It kept you warm the entire way home, despite the cool evening air.

It was only when you arrived at your mother’s front door, shooting off your promised text to Shouto that you realized that you were mooning like a girl returning home from a date—a completely embarrassing, inappropriate tact for your mind to take with someone who had been your childhood friend. Your childhood junior.

Besides, Shouto had explicitly said he had someone in mind already, someone he intended to follow during the run. And you were too old for him, and a beta as well. Alpha-beta couplings were rare—and if Shouto had known who his life mate was since he was very small, and never given any indication it was a beta—well that spoke for itself.

You shook your head as you let yourself in through the door, trying to slough off the feeling as you called a greeting to your mother. It was sad you’d never get to haul him up a tree after you, the way you’d promised when you were kids. But such was life, you guessed.

Shouto may have grown up into an admirable man and a beautiful alpha—but he was off limits to you. You’d make sure you treated him with nothing but the respect and friendly fondness he deserved. Nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else.

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[missmeinyourbones]

IN LITTLE WAYS, WHEN EVERYTHING STAYS

a/n: rei got the kids the fuck out of that house au, maybe a little prequel to my where love lives au? reader referred to as she & girlfriend a few times, sibling tendencies amongst the rokis

In the streaky reflection of his bedroom vanity, Touya's mind circulates the same thought over and over again.

His shirt looks stupid.

And he doesn't even know what it is exactly that's making him look so fucking weird right now, but he's annoyingly hyperaware of how stiff he looks.

It's just a shirt, a nice one, at that; it's been washed and ironed and its buttons all correlate with one another so why does it look so awkward on him right now?

Just as he's debating between loosening up the collar again or ripping it to pieces, the situation somehow gets at least ten times worse within a matter of mere seconds.

"Are you hanging out with your girlfriend again?"

Like muscle memory, Touya's eyes close in annoyance at the sound of his youngest brother's nasally voice. Not botching to spare him a glance, he chooses to tug at the stuffy shirt collar.

"She's not my girlfriend," is mumbled with what Shouto knows to be both embarrassment and agitation.

"Then why are you wearing that stupid shirt?"

Touya tries, he truly does, to just bite his tongue and be the adult in the situation. Technically (and legally), he is the adult in the situation, but something about the know-it-all ten-year-old always brings out the immaturity in him.

"I think you're lying," Shouto continues, matter-of-factly. Gaming console in hand as his attention darts between what's on the screen and what's reflected in his brother's mirror, "I don't even think she's real."

Touya looks to put out the match before it can even catch fire. In a few strides, he's trudging towards his door and swinging it into motion.

"She's more real than the tooth fairy, I can tell you that--"

Just before he can get the satisfaction of slamming the door in Shouto's dopey little face, a thick wrap of fingers catches the wood before it shuts on its hinges.

Natsuo pushes the door back open with ease, the look on his face clearly amused with the bickering he's heard. When he sees Touya's appearance, he can't help but squint his eyes and lowly whistle.

"Slick. You seein' the girlfriend tonight?"

Nearly seething now at the second intrusion, Touya growls, turning his back on the two idiots in his doorway and returning his attention to the mirror.

"Not my girlfriend," he flatly recites.

The taller brother leans against the doorframe with crossed arms and a smirk that reads no good.

"Is she not your girlfriend because you haven't asked her yet or because she knows she's out of your league?" Natuso's tongue prods at the inside of his cheek in entertainment.

With it now being two against one, Shouto sees his window of opportunity and snottily chimes in, "Probably both."

After a brief glance at his phone and realizing it's nearly time for him to pick you up, Touya doesn't even spare them a glance. He quickly shifts his focus on undoing the highest buttons of his dress shirt.

"Eat shit."

Silence naturally settles amongst the three of them. Natsuo and Shouto make no move to leave their post at the door anytime soon, attention still quietly following Touya as he huffs and puffs around his room, messing up his hair and pulling at his way too rigid selves.

Natsuo, brave as he always has been, is unsurprisingly the first one to break the silence.

"Where are you takin' her that you need to wear that stupid shirt?

Touya knows it's a harmless question, but it bothers him all the same.

"Dinner."

"Where?"

"New place downtown."

Natuso nods in approval, "Are you paying for her?"

"Am I being interrogated?"

"You're paying for her?" Shouto crinkles his nose, "With what money?"

Touya's head doesn't miss a beat as it whips around with a slight smirk, "The money I took from beneath your fuckin' mattress."

"That's not even funny because I don't keep it there anymore--"

The three of them internally wince when the familiar squeak of Fuyumi's bedroom door flings open. On cue, she's tiredly sighing and stomping her way over to the commotion.

Touya doesn't need to see the scowl on her face when he can hear her from down the hallway, "Can you all please shut up before mom--"

She cuts herself off, appearing in the reflection of Touya's mirror with a face that reads a mixture of disgust and confusion.

She looks him up and down, and with the grace that only a sister could carry, delivers the final blow to her eldest brother's ego.

"Ew, why do you look like that?"

That last drop of charity in Touya's tiny heart shrivels up and runs dry when he snaps. "For fuck's sake--like what?"

The three of them watch as their sister gives Touya another once over before meeting his stare directly and scowling.

"Your shirt looks stupid."

In the creaky and muggy second floor of the Todoroki household, the air weighs heavy with sibling stress. Fuyumi glares, Natsuo chokes on a giggle, and Shouto's jaw is on the floor when Touya pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Get the fuck out of my room or I'm setting the house on fire," he exhales rather calmly, given the nature of his alarming (yet common) threat.

Unimpressed, Fuyumi is the first to leave, immediately followed by Shouto who quietly asks her about his own dinner. Natsuo hangs back for a second, continuing to watch his brother rub his calloused hands over his tension-filled face.

Giving up, Touya reaches across his bed and tosses on his old and ratty denim jacket over his nice, stupid shirt. When he catches Natsuo's eye in the mirror, he approvingly nods and shoots his older brother an encouraging thumbs up before, he too, leaves.

It's not two minutes later before Touya's lanky legs are carrying him down the wooden staircase of the house. He's throwing his scuffed boots on, yelling out to Rei about being home before the sun comes up, and taking a final look at himself in the reflection of the porch window before reaching for the door knob.

"Touya," a gentle voice calls as he makes a beeline to leave. To no one's surprise, it's Fuyumi.

He sighs but stops in his tracks anyway, allowing her to quickly scurry over to him. Her nimble fingers rise to fix the cuffed collar of his jacket before she smoothens out his shoulders and pulls taut on his zipper.

When she's deemed he looks acceptable enough, her voice comes as a knowing whisper. "Just ask her already," she prompts.

Touya knows she's right, but he can't help the bite that crawls from his throat when he says, "And what do you know?"

Fuyumi merely smiles and takes a step aside, giving him her stamp of approval and letting him open the front door.

"She seems good for you," she says. Taking one final look at him before turning her back and returning to the kitchen, her voice is warm and proud, "You've started brushing your hair again."

#should i make a masterlist for this mini-series? (odds are i never touch it again LOL) #todobros #todofam #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi x you #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #touya todoroki fluff #dabi fic #touya todoroki fic

[tired-teacher-blog]

Shouto sleeps like a log and there is no budging him once he succumbs to slumber, you of all people know this because it's a nightly struggle of you trying to twist yourself around his stiff frame so you could snuggle up to him a bit more comfortably.

Clearly he doesn't mean for it to happen, and every morning when you playfully whine about your sore muscles– due to this weird habit of his, he gives you a genuine apologetic look, an almost pained one, before pulling you closer to himself and kissing all over your face, neck and shoulders, while promising to do his best so it wouldn't happen again.

It's is easier said than done though, and you know it, since he's a fast sleeper who passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but it's still nice to see him try for your sake, and it makes you love him even more than you already do.

#shouto todoroki imagine #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x y/n #todoroki shoto fluff #todoroki shoto headcanons #todoroki shouto fluff #todoroki shouto headcanons #shoto todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki headcanons #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki imagine #todoroki headcanons #todoroki x you #todoroki x y/n #todoroki shouto #my hero academia fluff

[ofmermaidstories]

Katsuki’s been dreaming about you.

At first, it’s in fragments. Stuff he doesn’t remember after waking up, or can otherwise shrug off as a product of his brain, cartwheeling around with the day’s information. It’s your face, frowning in concentration, or you saying something disjointed from the rest of the conversation (No, you tell him, faintly annoyed. Of course I bought it.). It’s you squinting into the sun, the broad daylight. It’s your leg, hot and wet and sparkling with pool water, as Katsuki palms your calf. A dozen tiny moments of you, slipped between Izuku grinning with All Might’s face, his eyes glowing green, or Iida clopping through the landscape, half horse.

It’s—whatever, Katsuki thinks. Maybe he just saw your dumbass face somewhere—wide-eyed, moony, watching him warily—and his brain latched on to it, desperate for some normalcy among Best Jeanist with long golden hair like a cape, or Katsuki’s mother, crying over him, his heart in a box.

But most of the shitty extras in his dreams don’t repeat. Not like you. Katsuki wakes up in the coolness of the twilight world before dawn, breathing hard as his heart thumps in fear, the last thing he can remember from his dream being you, whispering his name and prickling his skin like he can feel your breath on his shoulder and—

It’s just him, in his wide bed. Him in the blue world before his alarm.

Katsuki shudders, eyes squeezed tight, and has to admit to himself: maybe shit was weirder than he thought.

For a while, things don’t change. The heat of his nightmares (the smoke, the ground underneath his feet tilting as UA poises precariously in the air, over the country) stays the same. His stupider dreams stay the same. The ones that feed his guilt (Izuku, four years old, chubby hand held out; Edgeshot, his eyes crinkling above his mask as he balanced his tea against his leg, the group being debriefed before battle) stay the same. You slip in like a comma, a pause, the back of your head haloed by the latelight as you’re passing by a civilian begging for Dynamight to save them. You, your lips parted around the words you can’t say before Kirishima is there, throwing his arm around Katsuki’s shoulder and talking about how they’ll be late for a school dance that never happened.

Maybe it’s a fucking Quirk, Katsuki thinks, gritting his teeth at the idea of some bastard getting a hit in, unchecked. But when the doctor shrugs at him, Katsuki slouching in the stiff chair, and says, “you’re all clear, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, sir. There’s nothing in your system—”

Well, the blond thinks, mouth tightening. Then there was a fucking problem.

Maybe he’s been givin’ it too much damn attention. Katsuki resolves to ignore it, throwing himself into the investigation at hand—some bastard, turning people into living mannequins—and for a while, it works. His dreams are filled with nonsense from work, from patrol, from the insecurities he left behind at seventeen—and then you return, the breath between words, the hyphen between thoughts.

You’re walking ahead of him, Katsuki too aware of his hands balled into his pockets, your jacket long and bright against the city night, the glitter of Tokyo Tower ahead of you both. You’re laughing at something Denki is saying, ugly and breathless and on the verge of tears, Katsuki’s chest tight with it. You’re hesitating, your legs curling against his sheets as you stare up at him, his heart thumping with the pulse he sees jump in your throat.

It’s making him more vicious. He spars with Denki and nearly burns a idiot-shaped hole into the concrete floor of the training room. Out on the scene with Deku, Katsuki jumps into the fight first, causing the nerd to shout after him, startled at the deviation of the plan.

“You’re scaring everyone,” Shouto tells him, breaking the silence as they strip from their Hero gear. Katsuki stills, coiled and deadly but Shouto is unperturbed, buttoning his shirt. “Izuku’s worried. Denki’s been threatening to make a formal request to Support for a panic button. What’s happened?”

“Nothin’s fucking happened, Icyhot,” Katsuki says, scowling. But his hand tightens on his hoodie as he says it, and for all the moron’s obliviousness, Shouto is eagle-eyed when it comes to the tremor in his friends.

“What’s happened?” He repeats, the faint steel of insistence in his voice and Katsuki tsks, before conceding.

“Been having shit dreams is all,” he says, frowning unhappily.

Shouto frowns in answer, pulling a sweatshirt over his head. “Nightmares?” He asks, reasonably.

Nightmares. Katsuki’s jaw tightens, thinking of the latest dream—you, damp and flushed underneath him, gasping against his mouth as you share the same hot breath, his hand curling against your neck, so, so afraid.

“Yeah,” he says, quieter. “Something like that.”

#prompts and drabbles and other things #i just wanna—i just wanna know #if you’re gonna—if you’re gonna stay #i just gotta—i just gotta know #i can’t have it—i can’t have it any other way

[shotorozu]

HEYYYY i really wanna see a shoto x reader with the HMM HOW DO I SAY THIS the started dating them to see if he could make them fall in love with him/ started dating them as a challenge but ended up falling for them trope WITH A HAPPY ENDING please help 🙏🙏🙏🙏

just a bet

ft. todoroki shouto (bnha)

use of Y/N and L/N, gender neutral reader, quirk’s not specific

bullet form -> full fledged fanfic (basically it’s written in a bullet form but it turns into your standard fanfic format with paragraphs and such)

fluff, angst with happy ending (shouto misinterprets things said)

note(s): i forgor my format so i made a new one 💀 btw i don’t really see shouto dating someone as a bet, but i can’t see any other way to write this request— so i made my own spin and interpretation on it 😁 anaïs from the future here, and i may or may not have gone overboard 😭

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todoroki shouto

as mentioned in the notes section, i don’t see shouto as someone that’d date someone as a challenge— to see if they’d fall in love with him and such, or as a bet.

shouto’s not really invested in his love life when it comes to when he’ll find someone, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take it seriously.

he saw the domino effect his parents’ failed romance had on his family, and refuses to be in an imbalanced relationship— let alone date someone he isn’t dead set on.

so with that being said, a misinterpretation of words is what triggered the current set of events.

kaminari had noticed that the way shouto looked at you couldn’t be friendly, platonic yearning. whether or not shouto thought he was being obvious of not, or if he even realized it— he definitely had feelings for you.

and it was starting to become excruciating to watch for kaminari— to witness a cool, popular and attractive guy, not date this equally cool, popular, and attractive person he likes.

so then, that’s when it started.

scenario (pt. 1)

hook—

“i bet ¥1,200 that you can’t date L/N, todoroki!”

shouto stops in place, giving kaminari a side eye. “i don’t need ¥1,200. i have more than enough in my pocket money.”

line—

kaminari lets out a sigh, forgetting that todoroki’s pockets hurt. but he doesn’t falter one bit. “i meant that, i bet you can’t confess to them, ‘s all. the money was just a bonus.”

and that’s what really catches his attention. “confess to them about what?” he inquires genuinely, like he was trying to recall if he needed to tell you something regarding this.

kaminari’s eyes dart around, like anyone would be around to witness the absurdly. “that you like them? what else??”

shouto thinks for a moment, and it looks as if he’s trying to recall things from a different perspective. “… have i not been clear?”

“to me, yes. to them.. probably? maybe? most likely no.” kaminari says exasperated, hand now coming up to pat his shoulder. shouto feels stiff as a board under the brief contact. “you’re a popular dude, if they realized then you two would’ve been dating for months now!”

“i don’t think confessing right now is necessary. i believe i’m fine with just staying near them. our friendship.. is quite satisfactory.”

—and sinker.

“so you don’t have any courage to confess? does that mean you’ll just let someone else snatch them up?” after the words left his mouth, shouto makes a significantly obvious pause.

kaminari thinks to himself loudly, “hmm.. i wonder who will it be?” he questions, rhetorically. “should i do it? should class 1-B’s ever so cocky monoma do it? they seem to get along swimmingly. or maaaybe—”

“that won’t be a concern.” shouto coldly cuts in. “because i’ll do it.”

kaminari holds back his smile, instead— replacing it with a shocked expression (which isn’t really fabricated becaus he didn’t think he’d actually fold) “really? woah, i didn’t think that’d change your mind so quick.”

“but then wait, what do i get if you lose?”

“hm, what do you get when i lose..” shouto mimics the question— although its not said as one.

“yeah, we are betting on this, right?”

shouto shakes his head. “then it would be an unfair bet.”

“because i’ve planned on confessing and dating them regardless. i will win.”

and he did in fact go on and win the “bet” by a landslide (if you’d even call it one 😭)

he confessed his feelings— pulling you aside one afternoon after class, heart practically hammering in his chest, and stomach fluttering with butterflies.

and you accepted— which made all the anxiety worth it.

he was the ideal boyfriend. not just because he was tall, equipped with stunning and harmonious facial features with equally stunning manners, but it was also because he was just so good to you, and he allowed you to be so good to him too.

he did things he didn’t even have to do, and it all feels comfortably new even months into the relationship— which made you realize that as unbelievable as it sounds, you’re really dating your crush, todoroki shouto.

you felt so sure of yourself when you’re around him.

and that’s why you reacted so harshly when everything that was built up for months seemingly got demolished in minutes.

the two of you were getting warm drinks, when mineta appeared just a few feet away. “you two make me realize that the train tracks look good to lay down on.” he mumbles bitterly.

you laugh, stirring your drink “really now?” kaminari appears shortly after, agreeing. although he doesn’t look as bitter as your shorter classmate.

mineta perks up at that. “yeep. which makes me wonder.. how long are you going to do this for, todoroki? kaminari already lost, y’know?”

todoroki’s eyes widen at the question, “i don’t.. what?”

kaminari turns his head in mineta’s direction, like he said something of great offense, and was about to say more. “mineta, just don’t man.”

“no no, but i’m like, just super curious y’know?” mineta continues, “like, wasn’t it just a bet for you? how did you two get this far?! this is unfair! i didn’t know it would be that easy to get in a relationship!” your grape haired classmate whines, unable to read the sudden atmosphere change.

kaminari gulps, as you set your mug down.

“what does he mean.” you turn to your dual haired boyfriend, you try to steady your breathing to sound nonchalant, but the slight crack in your voice at the start of your sentence betrays you.

shouto opens his mouth, but it just confirmed it for you when he was a second too late to answer.

“you see—” kaminari scrambles to give an excuse, “it was proposed as a bet, but it wasn’t actually a bet, so technically—”

“that sounds like a bet, dude.”

“mineta—”

“it’s not as it sounds. it wasn’t a bet.” shouto answers, “though.. the circumstances should’ve been different.” he admits regretfully, heterochromatic eyes drifting from your face to your feet, noticing how you shift away from him.

and his body runs cold like a quirk malfunction when you grab your mug— fingertips against the now cool porcelain “i.. i just.. no, nevermind, it’s alright. i’m gonna go now, so..”

you know your face and voice will betray you if you stay longer, so you leave.

and shouto stands there, wondering if he should give you space and watch your figure disappear into the dark hallway, or run after you.

he chooses the later.

scenario (pt. 2)

you heave when you finally reach your room, fingers gripping your mug so hard it might just break. your vision’s starting to blur with tears of all the things you’ve been feeling these last few minutes, which is causing you to drop your dorm room’s key and miss the keyhole several times.

when you get the key in, you turn the lock and almost crumble right in when you feel a warm hand placed on your shoulder. you try not to focus on how it’s grip is firm enough to keep you in place, and blazing with familiarity.

he says your name with desperation, and you open your door more and step into your room to create space— the framing of your doorway practically being an invisible barrier.

“no, just no, i can’t,” you say, feeling pathetic when your face started to become wet with tears. you’re still unbelieving that he’d even do this, but the fact that these few months happened under not so standard circumstances was…

“i thought this was— this was something that’d happen out of those stupid teen movies we’d watch, i thought you’d never— i thought—” you hiccup, bringing a hand up to wipe your face with a hand.

he doesn’t say anything, and just breaks the barrier by stepping in and closing the door, setting your mug down on your desk. he then closes even more distance— the space between his brows creasing as he frowns, looking just as upset as you definitely look.

“when did it start? was it before we became close? was it before you asked me out? who else knew? was it all real—”

“it is real!” his voice booms with volume, clearly panicked that the idea of you thinking that his feelings weren’t real was present.

he settles his hands on your shoulders, an attempt to gather your full attention “it’s.. it’s real. if there’s one thing i’d ask you to trust in right now, it’s this. there’s some things i’d like to clarify.”

“please explain,” you practically plead, “i don’t know what to do with this information. i also.. don’t want to break up with you.”

“if you must come to that,” though he looks at you like he prays it won’t come to that. “it must be under the condition that you’ve hurt me instead. not because i’ve caused you hurt.” he lets go of you to sit down on his knees and at your feet.

“shouto, stand up—”

“i.. it’s true that i didn’t confess normally.” he starts off, ignoring your request. “i’ve liked you ever since we’ve became close friends. the moment i realized it, i assumed i was being obvious about my feelings, but kaminari betted that i wouldn’t have the courage to confess and.. someone would get to you first. i took that as a threat.”

you almost laugh at the idea of a jealous shouto, but you don’t— instead, letting out a strangled cough instead. “but i did not date you just because of a bet. i was challenged, but it was never a bet. it wasn’t a bet because there was no chance i’d never confess.”

you sniffle, bending down to be at his level. he reaches up to wipe his thumbs under your eyes— thumbs grazing at your cheekbones. “did you get anything in return? for winning?”

“i got you. that was all i needed.”

“i see..” you lean closer like you were going to whisper him a secret. but instead, you finally touch shouto by circling your arm around him— one arm wrapped around him, and the other flew to entangle your fingers in contrasting locks of hair.

“my drink became cold.” you mumble, rubbing his back when you feel him shake just as you did earlier.

he wraps strong arms around you, returning the affection.

“i’ll warm it up for you.”

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[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝the secret is out.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Todoroki Shouto ]

「Scenario of Todoroki and his S/O where they’re in a secret relationship and Class 1-A finds out they had sex.」 Warning: Mentions of sex

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Todoroki and you have been in a relationship since the end of your first year. You respected Todoroki's decision to keep the relationship a secret. It came to you as a surprise because you didn't think that he cared what other people thought about him. Todoroki told you about how your classmates might overreact and just be annoying. When you thought about it, you were dating one of the hottest guys in the school and no one knows about that. The two of you had already been good friends before you started dating so no one thought that it was weird that you and Todoroki were close with one another — which made things very easy for you two.

It wasn't as if you didn't trust one another, it's just that neither of you want to deal with the gossip that will come when you announce your relationship to the public. Not to mention, there's also his father whom he talked to you about once. The two of you never really go on dates that much due to the busy schedule of being a UA student. But the two of you always made it work out. Spending time together in each other’s dorm rooms, working on homework, or studying together. It wasn’t like dates were nonexistent, they were just rare.

”What do you plan on doing tomorrow, [First Name]-chan?" Tsuyu questioned you. 

The girls have currently gathered around in the common area, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. You sat next to Jirou who was showing you a new song that you might enjoy. The topic has shifted to what everyone was going to do tomorrow since exams were over and you all have time to unwind and relax. Most of your friends seemed eager to go out and do a little shopping or sightseeing. On the other hand, you weren't sure what you wanted to do. Originally, you thought of inviting Todoroki out to do something together but you have yet to confirm with him if he had any plans or not.

"I'm not really sure. I do plan on going out or maybe do a little bit of cleaning....." you muttered absentmindedly. 

"Oh! What about going to the movies tomorrow with us?" Uraraka suddenly piped up with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah! We're gonna watch that one action movie that came out recently with Midoriya and Iida! I think Todoroki is coming as well but we left it up to the boys to invite him!" Ashido added with excitement. You hummed to yourself, unsure whether you wanted to tag along since your boyfriend hasn't confirmed whether he wants to go or not.

"Well, you could always tell us tomorrow morning! Because the movie is at 4 pm and we'll probably have lunch together before that." Uraraka said.

It was an hour later that the girls decided to return to their own rooms to sleep. On the other hand, you were sneaking out of your room with a small pillow in hand. You stopped in front of Todoroki's room and gently knocked on his door. Todoroki answers the door almost immediately, letting you into his dimly lit room. The two of you sleep together once in a while and you would sneak out of his room early in the morning. You could remember the very first time you slept together, Todoroki was stiff as a board next to you, trying to keep his hands away from inappropriate areas.

"Did I wake you up?" you asked as he sits down on the futon he laid out for the two of you.

"No, I was just getting ready for bed." he replied.

"So.....Ochako-chan and Mina-chan invited me to go to the movies. I heard that Midoriya and Iida are coming too, did they ask you?" you questioned, lying on the futon next to your boyfriend who was fixing his messy hair. Todoroki positioned himself on top of you, resting his head atop your chest comfortably.

"Do you want to go?" he asks you.

"Mhm.....depends.....do you want to do anything tomorrow? Just the two of us?" you asked. Todoroki does not respond, only letting a small hum as to let you know that he was thinking about your question.

"I mean we can go watch a movie with everyone....." he mumbles.

Todoroki moves a little to kiss your collarbone and you giggled softly when you felt his hair tickling your exposed skin. He's always quiet and reserved but when he's with you, he's very bold in showing his emotions and affection. It didn't take long for things to escalate. He began to leave little kisses on your neck as his hands roamed underneath your shirt. You softly whimpered at his gentle caresses and he wasn't putting too much pressure on your body. You stretched out your legs to get yourself comfortable as he continued to mark up your body.

The lights in his room were already off and the only source of light is from the moon outside. You did not plan this to happen. Todoroki has never been very vocal about wanting to have sex or become intimate in any way. You were normally the one initiating things and he usually gave small hints when he wanted to hold hands or cuddle. But one thing that's for sure is that Todoroki is more affectionate after you guys had sex. And you were really enjoying what he's doing right now.

"You're lucky that we have the day off tomorrow....." you mumbled, placing a kiss on his nose.

"But you never refuse even if we have classes the next day." Todoroki replied.

The next day when Midoriya and Iida did not receive any response from Todoroki regarding the plans for today, they both decided to ask Todoroki in person. They both had asked the stoic boy if he wanted to watch a movie together with a group of people. However, the response they received from Todoroki had been vague. So now the two males were sitting in the common area, having breakfast together. The rest of the students of Class 1-A were around too, having their own breakfast. But the only people missing were you and Todoroki.

"What if something's wrong with him?" Iida looks at his phone for the time, realizing that it's still 10 in the morning. 

“Good morning, everyone…..” the two boys heard your sleepy voice.

Still tired from not having enough sleep, you walk toward the fridge to grab some food to eat. Todoroki follows shortly and comes behind you to take something to eat. There's a palpable silence in the common area that goes unnoticed by you and Todoroki despite the two pairs of eyes focused on you two. Midoriya seems to be avoiding looking at you and Todoroki for too long, choosing to avert his gaze and focus on the meal he was having. On the other hand, Iida was too occupied with cleaning his dishes to even realize what was up with you two. Uraraka and Ashido joined Midoriya on the dining table, watching you and Todoroki.

Uraraka's face grew a bit red from what she was looking but she did not have any intentions of saying anything out loud. Instead, she nudged at Ashido who was openly staring and trying to make out what the story behind this was. Once Iida was done with cleaning his dishes, he turned to face you and Todoroki who were now sitting across Midoriya, Tsuyu, and Uraraka.

"You guys are up late. What were you up to last night―Oh...." Iida didn't even take look to read between the lines and was able to decipher what went down just from looking at you two. By this time, you were starting to feel more awake and glanced at your friends who were openly staring at you.

".....do I have something on my face?" you ask.

"Well no but we can see―"

"Oh my god, you two totally had sex last night!" Ashido's loud voice boomed throughout the entire common area.

The pink-haired girl skipped over to the dining table you sat on. You watched as the girl pointed an accusing finger at you and your boyfriend. The sudden exclamation made you drop the sandwich, and you could've sworn that your face just burst into flames. On the other hand, your boyfriend seemed as calm as ever, munching on his own sandwich. Your face turned bright red and the rest of your classmates were surprised at Ashido's sudden exclamation and lack of filter.

"Mina-chan, you can't just say that out loud." Tsuyu chided lightly.

"That's right, Ashido! You should consider Todoroki and [Last Name]'s feelings! They will feel uncomfortable when their private matters, especially sexual ones, are exposed to everyone when they've been trying to keep it a secret!" Iida added, which did not really help with your situation. All you could do was bury your face into your hands, trying to cover the blush that coated your cheeks. Todoroki started to feel a bit awkward too now that Iida has caught everyone's attention.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is actually happening....." you mumbled to yourself.

"Soooo.....how long have you two been in a relationship?" Uraraka tried to bring it up casually but she couldn't hide the grin on her face.

"And why did you never tell us about it?" Hagakure joined in the conversation.

"How was Todoroki in bed?" Ashido slides next to you, giving you a smirk and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh my god, guys please drop it!" you huffed.

"Powerful quirk, good looks, and pretty girlfriend.....guys like him just get everything, don't they?" Kaminari groans out loud in which Mineta nods in agreement. The two boys grimaced in envy while Todoroki continued to eat his breakfast.

"So, how's the sex, pretty boy? I'm pretty sure that you had the time of your life." Mineta said mockingly. Todoroki did not seem to realize that his classmate was actually making fun of him.

"[First Name] is really good with―"

"Shouto, no!" you yelled angrily at your boyfriend. 

Total: 1724 words Published: 23.12.2022

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[crybaby-bkg]

sᴄᴏʀɴᴇᴅ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: OC named Vanity, a lot of man hating, feelings of self doubt, arguing Word Count: 3.4k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

Main Masterlist AO3

You fall into your hideaway, even though you were sure you weren’t being chased in the first place. You think, though, that if Shouto had decided to run after you—you wouldn’t have made it here in one piece. But you catch your breath finally, leaning against the cold metal door of the warehouse, hands clutched to your burning chest. You stand there for a minute or so, just to make sure there wouldn’t be any delayed sounds of ice breaking and crackling in the air. 

Once you believe there really isn’t anybody following you, do you relax, just a little. You breathe out a heavy sigh, uncurling yourself from where you stand, joints popping from the stiffness of holding yourself in place for so long. 

You make your way to the room you occupy in the warehouse, passing by another self-made hero, Vanity, as she likes to call herself. She waves a hand to you when she hears you passing by her door, hunched over her craft table as she presumably sews up another hole in her suit. You only knock against the door in response as you continue your journey, body suddenly feeling heavy as your feet start to drag. 

The anxiety of everything finally settles deep into your bones, and you collapse on the cot you sometimes crash on when you don’t feel like going home. Your face is smushed against a too flat pillow to be comfortable, and you groan a loudly as you release the tension your body has been holding in. 

As you lay there, your mind starts to drift off, thinking back on your exchange with Dynamight. Lifting up, you see only a few small specks of blood dotting the pillow, and it makes a shaky exhale sputter from your lips. 

What had happened back there? How could you hesitate like that? Was it because you had never actually killed someone before, much less a pro hero? 

Or…was it the honesty plaguing his face, the confusion of your statements, the truthfulness bleeding into his tone? But he was a Pro Hero, a sexist pig piece of shit one at that. He was probably a trained fucking liar—they all were. So why the fuck would you hesitate?

You wipe away the blood still dotting your skin roughly, wipe another hand over your cheeks against the tears that escape you. You sniffle once, twice, sitting up in the cot as you look around the space you have made yours. Its hard to tell its yours though, with how barren it all is. A cot low to the ground, a thin and ratty blanket, an even thinner pillow, your bags filled with clothes, guns, and ammo, a statue of medusa bathed in bronzed gold sitting on the floor beside you. 

She was your protector, and you had to make sure that you would always be the protector of other women. You couldn’t afford it to hesitate again. So the next time you see Dynamight—he won’t be granted anymore grace from you. 

… 

You change into the extra pair clothes you keep in your book bag, stuffing the red suit you always wear under all the other contents you keep in there. After being stopped by police once with your suit right on top, you vowed to never make the same mistake again. You say your goodbyes to Vanity, and check your surroundings before leaving out of the warehouse. 

As you walk home, you think about how you have to ask your suit guy to make you a new mask since shitty Dynamight ruined it with his stupid fucking explosions. He shouldn’t be too upset with you though, since you don’t typically fuck up your suit and gear, and if anything, the fucker should be happy to see you again. It’s been a while, and you’re nothing like Vanity who had to start fixing her own shit after tearing it up so often. 

You stop at the convenience store by your house to pick up some water bottles and ramen noodles, sneering at the creep who keeps staring at you. His eyes glance down to your chest, brows furrowing when he gets a peek of the tattoo sitting on your sternum. You pull your sweater up quickly, bumping his shoulder when you walk past him, one hand holding your bags and the other under your top holding onto your gun. But the man doesn’t chase after you, only calls out a “bitch” but leaves you alone for the most part. 

The rest of the trip home is uneventful, but you still look over your shoulder the entire way there. You take the stairs two at a time, and juggle with your keys until you shoulder the door open. Its cold in here, you think before remembering that the heat was caught off since you were late on the bill. 

“Stupid fuckers,” you whisper to yourself as you place your food and water on the counter. You shrug off your clothes and make your way to the shower, feeling as if you were on autopilot the entire time. You don’t look at yourself in the mirror when you get out, too afraid to see the mess that has become of your jaw and chin, even if it was slight. You clean it with the reflection in your microwave as you heat up a bowl of noodles, stomach twisting at the little specks of blood that still stain the white tissue. 

Finally, you settle onto your couch, dressed cozily in an even bigger sweater and a pair of sweatpants you had stolen from Vanity. You click on the TV, instantly turning on the news to see if you’ve made headlines again. But, to your surprise, there isn’t a single mention of your name. 

They show Dynamight though, frowning as he hobbles into the ambulance, snapping at Deku when he tries to help him. He looks pale, but still the same old asshole that he is, scrunching his nose up at an EMT that tries to get him to lay down on the gurney in front of him. 

But…there’s no mention of you. The only headline about Dynamight being shot twice by an unnamed villain—unnamed? You were a fuckin’ household name, a name whispered amongst many, a name cried out when women were in times of need, spat out when men were confronted with their doomed reality. How many fuckin’ villains out there used guns as their primary weapon in a society that hangs off the clits of those with quirks for you to just slide by—unnamed? 

You weren’t a fuckin’ villain, either. You were for the people, a savior to those who needed rescuing, the one so many helpless people relied on for aid, help, and saving. How could they just brush you off, like you were nothing but a fucking nobody? As if you hadn’t become somebody from your selfless acts of bravery and saving? 

How could they forget the Red Medusa? 

The rest of the afternoon goes by fuzzily, your noodles have gone cold. You sit there, feelings displaced and numbed, hand still cradling the bowl to your chest, legs still folded, eyes blurry with unshed tears. 

Still—still, are you not good enough? Not good enough to be recognized, to be seen? To be heard, to be listened to, to be respected? Were you still nothing but a worthless bitch, condemned to die alone, to rot away? 

Is it still nothing that you’re good for?

…

Days have gone past since your run in with Dynamight, and he still has yet to let everyone know that it was you who added two extra holes in his body. He’s been put on leave for an undisclosed amount of time now, and when he was hounded by the paparazzi after leaving the hospital, he didn’t give up any information. Just a gruff reply to leave him the fuck alone, that he’ll find the perpetrator that did this to him, for villains to not pull any fuck shit because his patrol area will be covered until he’s back. 

When did he start speaking like that? Any other time he spoke on the people he fought, he made sure to name drop, get all up in the closet cameras lens, tell them to watch their fucking backs cause he was coming for them. But with you—he’s silent. Doesn’t mention your name, refers to the person that did this in neutral terms, doesn’t even look up at the camera when someone asks if the Red Medusa was responsible for this. 

He seems…unbothered, even though, knowing and seeing his attitude from a multitude of TV interviews, the last thing he would want is to be put on a leave of absence. It almost worries you, feels as if he’s plotting something bigger, since he’s seen your face. 

You were sure that by now, you would’ve been found. That you door would have been kicked in, that you’d find yourself kneeling with your hands behind your back, or worse if you didn’t immediately comply. 

But its been over two weeks now and—nothing. That almost makes it all worse. 

You were sure to get a heavier mask from your suit guy, really double down on covering your face. He even made it flame proof, but it provides you little comfort to know that such a big hero has already seen you and spoken to you. He could be plotting to take you down any day now. 

You load up on weapons—in your apartment, in your bag, on your person. You don’t go anywhere without it but it still doesn’t make you feel safe enough. 

You make another trip to the store, this time for a bit more food and necessities. You know you can’t keep living off of ramen and damn near expired milk, but you don’t really have it in your budget right now to do more than that. Picking up a small basket, you hold it in the crook of your arm, making your way around the store. 

You never really have to have your guard up in here—the shop is run by an old friend that you helped a few months ago, and she always tells you that this can be a safe haven for you if you ever need it. But, you know better than to feel safe if you’re not fully suited. 

“Why are you in this part of town, Dynamight?” You ask aloud, don’t even have to look up to know the man is peeking at you from around the corner like a fucking creep. You can see the shock in his face from your peripheral, but he only clears his throat as he stands across from you. He picks up a tomato, fat and rounded and red, before putting it back in its place. He doesn’t say anything for a long while, examining the produce and fruit with a faux sense of curiosity. 

“What’s your name so I can send you my hospital bill?” Dynamight speaks up, chin jutting in your direction as he finally looks at you since he’s come out of his hiding spot. His proximity makes you anxious, how his scarlet eyes trace your features, before they dip down to your chest. You instinctively cover yourself more with the hem of your jacket, even though you already know the tattoo isn’t visible right now. 

“Pro’s don’t have insurance?” You ask him, head tilting to the side. He chuckles at that, airily, though it holds no humor in it. Dynamight stares at you for a long time, mirrors your body when you start making your way down to gather more fruits and vegetables, even though you know you can’t afford all of them right now. 

“You know, I searched for you in the database the moment I got my hands on a computer.” He tells you, whispers your full name over the cucumbers you stand over now. You freeze, heart thumping wildly in your chest, lungs suddenly squeezing tight. You wonder how fast his reflexes are since he’s still healing, wonder if he would be able to blast you before you cock the gun resting on your hip. 

“’S that why you think I’m a sexist? Because—”

“You are a fuckin’ sexist.” You snap back, defensive, all bite in your words, even though Dynamight only fixes you with an unimpressed look. 

“‘M not.” He replies simply, sighing heavily through his nose as he takes you in. He stares for so long that it unnerves you, makes you spin on your heel, heading for the sanitary napkins section. You hope he’s too much of a prideful, egotistical, stupidly shitty man to not follow you there. He’s not. 

“I read about you, you know. It’s all in our database.” Dynamight tells you, long legs having little issues to your quick scurrying. He looks so out of place here, all big and wide and tall, resting his shoulder blades against the adult diapers as he frowns at you. 

“That’s fuckin’ violating, you shit head.” You snap at him, pretending to search for tampons even though you can’t remember the last time you’ve worn one. You huff, placing a hand on your hip as you try not to get overwhelmed by his words. 

How could he have read about you? What fucking database? The hero database? Oh fuck, is it because Miruko saved you? Now you’re forever documented to be a victim in the eyes of those who hold so much power in society? That’s just public fucking knowledge? 

“It’s public knowledge.” Dynamight says, his grating voice low as he takes you in. You’re hunched in on yourself, eyes jittery and wild, and you find your hand getting closer and closer to the piece on your hip. 

“I think its best you keep your hands either on your basket, or your tampons.” Dynamight huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he sets his basket down on the ground beside his feet. Your eyes jump over to him, wild and unsure, anxious and terrified. Did he come with the police? Are they waiting outside to make their move? Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen a customer shopping for a few aisles now…

You rest your hand on the gun. You stare at him, breathing shallow, telling yourself to not hesitate again this time. Dynamight only stares at you unimpressed, eyes narrowing, frown deepening. 

“We’re not doing this again.” He shoots you down, plain and simple, infuriates you even more. You open your mouth to snap at him, but he cuts you off. 

“I only came here to talk to you about being the Red Medusa, and how we could change that.” Dynamight states, chin held high as he looks down the bridge of his nose at you. Hearing your name out in the open like that only makes your anxiety worsen, hands shaking now as you curl your fingers around the warm metal. 

“Are you alone, or is this a set up?” You whisper, voice strained. You know you shouldn’t trust him, know that he could dupe you any given second, report you to the police, to his higher officials. Know that he could expose you to Miruko, let her know that the weak victim she saved has now made so many men her own victims. Know that you can’t disappoint her like that. 

“Alone.” Dynamight answers. “The nerd keeps hounding me to know who you are, why I told ‘em not to capture you, but I wanted to handle this myself.” He shrugs nonchalantly, hands thrown in the air as if to prove his innocence. You only narrow your eyes at him, tracking his body language, how relaxed he seems, despite his gaze flickering to your hand still resting under your clothes on the gun. 

“I don’t believe you.” You growl at him, chin jutting in defiance. Dynamight only rolls his eyes at you, lifting his black cotton shirt to his collarbones and—whoa, what the fuck. You shield your eyes as if he’s blinded at you, trying to erase the quick flash of his toned stomach and chest. 

“Look, I ain’t wearing a wire or nothin’.” He frowns at you, and you only faux gag, both hands now covering your entire face as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Put that away.” You groan, hearing a quiet snicker. You wait a couple of seconds just to be sure he’s gathered himself to be decent in public again, before uncovering your face. You frown at him, mimicking his position as you lean against the tampons behind you, arms folded over your chest. 

“Fuckin’ pig.” You mutter under your breath, but he doesn’t address it more than a roll of his eyes. Dynamight stares at you for a long while again, and you don’t understand why he keeps doing that. Is it because he’s not used to seeing a vigilante’s face? Does it make him feel special to catch you off guard like this, with your literal and metaphorical mask uncovered and exposing? You feel naked in front of him, and it makes stones drop into the pit of your stomach. 

“Well, get the fuck on with it then.” You snap at him, looking down the aisle to avoid his gaze. Dynamight inhales, goes quiet for a few seconds before he speaks. 

“I want to help you get out of this.” His words make your head snap to him, lip snarled back in confusion, but he holds a hand up to let him finish. “I read your file—I have a pretty good idea of what happened to you, and I see why you’re pulling this whole vigilante act.”

“Its not a fuckin’ act.” You snap at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “You think that just because you read a brief piece about my life, that you fucking know me enough to—what? Save me? From myself?” You snarl, pointing a finger to your own chest, taking a step up to the hero as he does the same to you. 

“Save you from getting your ass thrown in jail for causing mayhem and civil unrest.” He snaps at you, nostrils flared like a bull as he sneers down at you. 

“Have you not seen the people protesting in your name? The movements you started?” He throws his arms out beside him dramatically, scares off a passerby that quickly scurries to the next aisle. “Well the higher ups are seeing you as a fuckin’ riot, in and of itself. Your entire presence is an incitement.” He points at you, and you know its a shit idea, but you smack his hand away from you with a quickness neither of you had expected. 

Bakugou growls at you, red eyes aflame, but it doesn’t scare you. You’ve stared into the face of evil itself, and he is only pure irritated rage. 

“Then let them fucking riot.” You snap, voice dropped down to a whisper at his proximity. “It’s better than sitting on my fucking hands and being praised for the absolute bare minimum.” You hiss through your teeth, watch Dynamight’s thick eyebrows damn near touch in agitation. 

“Is that what you think all heroes do? Sit on their fuckin’ hands, even though we bust our asses to save you?” He doesn’t even try to meet you at your volume, voice raising more and more, and—and you think the store is getting smaller and smaller on you. You think its swallowing you whole, and that you won’t be able to save yourself again. You suck in a shaky breath, teeth bared as you whisper to him, 

“Who saved me while I was going through it? While I was being tortured like a fucking diseased animal? Who saved me before it was too late and I had to save myself?” You ask him, eyebrows screwing up as you watch his face loosen, fall, as your words ring in his head. You don’t know how much is in your file, just how detailed and graphic they go into what happened to you, but you hope it haunts him. 

He realizes his proximity, his clenched fists, his domineering stance over your and—he takes a step back. His fists uncurl and his eyebrows straighten, but its too late. He’s pumped you full of venom, and you have no choice but to let it all bleed out. 

“Fuck you, and fuck your bullshit reformation plan. I’ll stick to doing my own thing.” You bark at him, dropping your basket to the ground as you hurry out of the aisle, hope he doesn’t chase you, hope he doesn’t see your tears, your vulnerability, your weakness. 

You guess you’ll just have to get your groceries another day, then.

Chapter three

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#—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #crybaby.bkg.scorned

[adelheidvonschicksal]

The question is, can your faves catch it if you throw it back. 🤔

PLEASE HAHAHAHA. 😂

Zayne. 100% I have COMPLETE faith in him. Now, will I be shocked he can? Yeah, he so stoic and serious, but I feel like he has so many surprises and he gets off on surprising us. Number 1, definitely catching, both hands, no fumbling, a smirk on his face. Haaaah. I'm giggling. And he's so thick and wide and just so much you can work with. And the scars on his hands and if u can manage to get him to drink and loosen up, heeelpppp. I know he can do it! 😩 Xavier. He can. It might take him a second to figure it out, but this hornball gonna love it. He ENCOURAGES it. He hates clubbing but he loves the results so bet he gonna come with you, and he also gotta keep any dudes who trying to talk to you away cause you trying to throw it back on someone, wearing that?! Nope, nope, he isn't going to let it happen. He gonna ask you to dance with him because obviously he the best option than some stranger, any song you throw back to gonna be his favorite, trust me! He definitely gonna ask if you trying to rile him up one purpose, here, with all these people? Do you think that's smart~ TBH, he gonna take you home IMMEDIATELY. Kageyama. I--Listen hear me out. I want to say he can't but my intuition is telling me he can, like he's gonna need time since he's a bit awkward but something in my head is putting him in the yes category because once he puts his mind to something, it's getting done.

Shouto. Not really? Like he isn't that good at dancing and I feel like he'll get distracted once you start. He gets an A for effort though cause he wants to make you happy. Megumi. No. Just no. He's flustered, shy, stiff af. He isn't down for it. HE'S GONNA RUN! Rafayel. Worse than Megumi, loves it in theory, swears he can do it. In practice, trying to keep his focus, red-faced, clumsy, he rather just watch tbh. I feel like both he and Megumi prefer your back on their chest. They're better at that. I feel like Rafayel is a good dancer, just not at grinding lmao man is unbalanced on land, like the man fell off a ladder, tripped on a paintbrush and sprained his ankle, slipped in snow, and passed out in a hotspring. He catches nothing but medical bills. I still love him though.

#i actually dont go clubbing tbh #im like bar trivia night type LOL #Shouto would still suck at trivia i think #so the three bottom boys are SAFE #for nooowww #adelchat #notsfw

[princess-of-the-corner]

Fic Snip - One True Enemy

Shouto rocked back and forth, laughing with glee. First he texted a string of excited emojis to Natsuo. Then he skipped downstairs and hugged Fuyumi, nearly lifting her off her feet. In the hallway, Shouto ran into his father. In a rare mood of absolute peace and harmony with the world, Shouto hugged Endeavor too.

Endeavour went stiff. “Shouto? Did something good happen? Did you come up with an amazing new strategy to win the Sports Festival?”

Shouto rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, Dad, you don’t understand anything at all.” Who cared about something as insignificant as the Sports Festival when Shouto’s lifelong ambition had just been fulfilled? This was the happiest day of his life!

Endeavor placed a hand on his son’s forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”

“Oh, whatever, I don’t have any room for anger toward you in my heart any longer.” Shouto skipped off, sparks of fire and icicles dancing down his hair to reflect his happiness. Behind him, Endeavor frantically googled child psychology books.

Honestly Enji continues to be incredibly relatable because yeah I'd be googling that too.

#side tangent on the feverish thing this family is a fucking mess when the doctors check their temperature

[mamashima]

𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄

SYN | Shouto hates his birthday. It’s full of a bunch of people who are drunk and unfamiliar, and all he wishes is to be alone. His brother, Natsuo, gives him a present, one the Prince wasn’t prepared for. You.

CW | fem!reader, prince!shouto, sex worker!y/n, slight temperature play, missionary, dom!shouto, whipped!shouto, begging, non-sexual use of the word whore in reference to sex workers, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS BLOG IS 18+

WC | 2k

AN | Thought it’d be fun to write a fic from the character's pov…lmk what you think! genuinely don’t know how i feel about it yet.

Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to you.

IT’S SHOUTO’S NAME DAY, and the throne room is full of people he has never met.

Cordially, he smiles tight at the familiar passerby. The Bennetts, the Paynes, the Clarkes—it’s politics in its purest form, being courteous for the sake of his family’s reputation. He was born swimming in it, nodding and grinning without a thought running through his head. If he could set the castle on fire with good conscience, he would.

“Shouto!”

Natsuo is unsteady on his own feet. He holds a golden goblet full of honey wine in his right hand, mead sloshing in the chalice and nearly escaping through the top. Shouto’s older brother over-corrects, saving his shirt in one clumsy fell swoop. Natsuo wraps his right arm against Shouto tight, and though uncomfortable, the Prince doesn’t remove it.

Natsuo’s unfit to be king, but that doesn’t mean Shouto can’t wish.

For Shouto, princehood is a spontaneous burden. It was a position he never wished to get spurred by the death of an heir. Once Touya passed, Natsuo refused the throne, knowing exactly how he’d like to spend the rest of his life—drunk, living in brothels, and giving whores more coin than they’re worth. Shouto’s a borne Todoroki legend, and since age ten, he was taught in princely duties and prepared how to rule in his father's stead.

“Having fun?”

“Sure,” Shouto settles on. He makes eye contact with Fuyumi across the room, who shoots him a pitiful grin before redirecting her attention to conversation. His throne feels cold and stiff against his back. He adjusts, but it doesn’t help much, and Shouto eyes the timepiece ticking above the entrance of the throne room. 8:00 pm.

“You lie!” Natsuo squeals, patting him heavily on the back. Shouto stifles the urge to regurgitate a lung under his brother’s drunken strength, and mediates the pain by discreetly coughing into a closed fist. Natsuo looks for a seat and finds none. There are only two thrones at the front of the room—one significantly smaller than the other. Shouto’s father is missing from the largest seat, doing what, he doesn’t know nor care.

“Well buddy, I got a surprise for you.” Natsuo grabs his hand and pulls. Shouto nearly face-plants off the throne as his feet attempt to catch up with his upper body, and upon freeing himself, he follows Natsuo away from the party and deeper into the castle.

The change is immediate. As they pass through their private entrance, Shouto’s lungs bloom, and he can breathe air again. The stone corridor is empty save for the stone busts of his predecessors lined along the walls, lit with sconces. Eagerly, Natsuo bounds down the hall. He slinks behind, curious but reluctant—Natsuo’s definition of fun greatly varies from his own.

They take a right. The vague corridor shifts to overly familiar. They enter the hall of bed chambers, and Shouto thinks to ask questions but doesn’t. Natsuo pushes the door open to Shouto’s personal chambers, and the Prince’s jaw drops.

You sit in the middle of his bed. Candles are lit all over his room, more than he’d light on any typical day—more than he remembers lighting this morning. You look up upon hearing the door swing open and smile through his velvet canopy, dropping a blanket (Shouto’s blanket) off your shoulders. Shouto finds himself flushing at your bare body, frozen in the doorway, absolutely hypnotized by you and your golden body jewelry.

“Alright! You two have fun now,” Natsuo winks before he steps on the other side of the frame and slams the door shut. Mortified, Shouto slowly turns to you, clearing his throat.

“I…apologize for my brother’s barbaric behavior.”

You giggle, and it’s too melodic not to be sweet. Shifting your weight, you cock your head to the right, eyes scouring him up and down. You pat the open area of the bed, folding your heels underneath yourself. Your breasts bounce, but Shouto strains to ignore it, remaining fully clothed up to his sash as he takes the seat, albeit stiffly.

“Then clearly you know nothing about barbarians Prince Shouto.”

Shouto chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek. You don’t speak like any common whores that Natuso has tried to push down his throat. No, your accent is off, foreign yet distinguished, but it's one Shouto can’t quite put his finger on. Your voice is even lovelier than he expected.

“How much did he promise you?”

You stretch, arching your back like a cat. Shouto tries as hard to keep his eyes above your chin, but would be a fool if he said they didn’t dip a little. With a grin laced with arousal, you purr, “I’m not allowed to disclose that information.”

Shouto scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Of course.”

Eyes trained on him, you hum. Shouto finds himself adjusting the collar of his coat as the temperature in the room rises. The fireplace isn’t burning. The prince huffs that a stranger could possibly make him feel this way. Licking his lips, Shouto opens his mouth like a fish before closing it again, choosing his words cautiously. “Where are you from?”

“Across the sea. In Bassa,” you smile. Shouto swears to the Gods you’re getting closer, but then he blinks, and wonders if maybe, it’s him. As he hums, you crawl into his lap, and he lets you but doesn’t dare touch. “Is it true, what they say?”

“Say about who?”

“You.” Trailing your fingers along the gold embroidery of his jacket, your eyes focus on them before centralizing on his lips. “That you breathe fire and ice.”

Shouto huffs a laugh, dropping his head onto his shoulder. His hand betrays thought and wraps loosely around your hips, playing with the golden waist chains that decorate your being. Your face is awfully close to his, but he needs it closer. Lowering his voice, Shouto says, “Why don’t I show you?”

“I’d like that,” you coax, eyes flickering to his lips for a second time. He bites back a smirk and finally closes the distance.

It’s hard to focus with your lips against his. They’re warm and soft and nothing like he’s ever felt before. You grab onto his coat with a mewl and start blindly peeling at his sash. He breaks away, only to take both gangly items off before your souls reunite once again.

Carelessly, Shouto tightens his grip on your waist. He pulls you closer until your bodies get in the way, running his hands up and down your spine like he’s trying to get a feel for what you like. In an instant, his palms are all over your soft skin, flicking jewelry out of the way to cradle your breasts. Shouto pinches your nipples, his inner temperature flaring as you make soft sounds in his ear. He grunts glumly, wanting more.

You yelp as he flips you onto your back. He crawls over your bare body before reaching down to spread your legs apart. He gropes your inner thigh with a free hand, the other busy holding himself up. The strings from his tunic dangle on your chin, and you bite them to pull him hither until your lips meet again. You inhale sharply as his fingers edge closer to where you need him most, and once you pull his bottom lip in between your teeth, Shouto caves.

You hiss, digging your claws into his shoulders. Grinning, he trails kisses up the column of your neck until he reaches your ear and bites. Focusing on his right hand, Shouto cools his fingers. Not enough to freeze, but enough to chill. He’s obsessed with watching it all.

“You—Your hand,” You shiver, and he chuckles against your neck. With his free hand, he cradles your nape and heats it up. You melt into his grip and Shouto finds himself drunk on the idea that he could play you like a fiddle.

“What about it?”

His tone reads as mocking, and you giggle, eyes lightly glazed in bliss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, a look of realization crosses your face—one Shouto finds quite pleasant. As your sounds increase, so does his rhythm, and he finds himself uncaring for any passerby who may be able to hear. In fact, he hopes they do.

He curls his fingers, placing a thumb against your clit. Your thighs seize, and you nearly knee him in the gut. He chuckles, saying, “Watch it, Sweetheart. Don’t take me out, now.”

“Sorry,” you apologize breathlessly. You begin to meet his hands thrusts halfway. Shouto’s enchanted by the way your hips roll. He decides he wants you closer, and removes his hand from your wetness to sling his pants off and lift your knees up to your cheekbones.

He gives you a look that reads can I? You smile and nod, caressing his cheek. Shouto wants to push into the feeling but doesn’t and concurs instead, lining himself up before pushing his hips forward.

Your jaw drops as he fills you up. You squeeze around him tight enough that he swears he feels your heartbeat, and Shouto’s eyes flutter from the feeling. Resorting to grasping your thighs, he curses under his breath, eyes trained on your squirming being as he bottoms out. Shouto lets a leg go free to put his left hand on the mattress.

He doesn't move until you tell him to. You hold onto the fabric of his tunic tight as his hips build a rhythm. Shouto drops his head and blinks his eyes wide open at the feeling, starting with small strokes. You buck against him and beg him to go faster, forcing him to inhale like you have a grip on his esophagus. And what kind of Prince would Shouto be to say no?

“Fuck! My Prince—“

“Call me Shouto,” he says, grabbing your face by the cheeks. Prince sounds so clunky and antiquated, and frankly, he hears it too many times a day. You nod vehemently, and Shouto finds himself growling at how his name slips out of your mouth.

Grunting, he clumsily stuffs a pillow under your hips as he thrusts. This garners a better angle and naturally, better sounds from you. Shouto sits up and returns to holding your legs where he wants them—bent as far as they can go.

He zones out, magnetized by the way your breasts bounce to the rhythm. You notice, and with a giggle, you reach for them, tweaking and massaging with your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. Shouto swats your hands away with a growl before replacing them with one of his own. He studies your reactions, and once you mewl, he doesn’t stop.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, huh?” Shouto breathes. Feeling his left palm get hot, he places it far enough away to avoid singeing your chest. “My brother bought you ‘n you just couldn’t wait.”

You shake your head yes, but Shouto finds that isn’t enough. He yanks you down the bed and further onto his cock. You yelp in response.

“Answer me, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” you moan, clawing into the part of his shoulder blade that you can reach. You squeeze around him, and it gets him wondering. He’s teased you long enough, he supposes.“Yeah—yes, I did Shouto—shit—“

His chest swells despite knowing your answer is induced. Dipping down, he sucks your left breast into his mouth and bites. You thrash underneath him, white-knuckling his two-toned hair; for some reason, he doesn’t mind the burn. You hiccup before your back curls. Your pussy locks around his cock and suddenly, your head dips back to let out a clamant broken moan. It’s a beautiful sight, and Shouto finds himself grinning along, his hips slowing to give you some time to recover. Emphasis on some.

Soon, he’s flipping you onto your gut, cock rock hard and blushing. You whip your head around with a confused countenance until you notice his predicament, and shoot him a soft smile. One that is much too soft for this situation.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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I love how oblivious and awkward shouto can be..he's just so himself. even when he acts stiff or doesn't understand things what matters is he's kind and caring.  I love how even if he's out of the loop sometimes its never treated as something his friends expect him to change

just...let shouto be weird!!! let him confuse people with his straightforwardness and extreme empathy bc even when he seems odd his friends understand and support him anyway

#I just love shouto so much #and I had some thoughts about him being strange #but his strangeness isn't treated as some huge flaw #he's so kind and good and thats what matters #thats what his friends value #I posted this on twitter too dont mind me #showing my love for weird shouto #Shouto Todoroki #shouto #todoroki #mha spoilers #kinda? #mha chapter 342

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If Shouto had a nickel for every time he had to hide the truth about time traveling kids from his two self-proclaimed best friends so that they didn’t spiral, he would have 1 nickel. Which isn’t a lot, but holy shit someone help him. At least there wouldn’t be anything stopping him from becoming their favorite uncle.

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Shouto is the unfortunate soul to encounter two children on the street who seem to have zero idea what time period they are in or where their parents are. All he can deduce with his conspiracy skills is that he can’t let Midoriya or Bakugou know the truth. Meanwhile Izuku and Katsuki fall in love with each other and wherever life is leading.

(UPDATE SEP 9: Sorry something went wrong and I had to reupload/repost!)

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I love the idea of playing with different quirks and I've always wanted to try my hand at this trope. Domestic fluff and oblivious pining are my two favs. On a different note, I've been told my writing style is unique and not always in a good way. So i'm sorry for the typos, run on sentences, OOCness, and confusion that may occur. English was never my strongest subject, but I just can't help writing my ships! Pls enjoy! This is also my first post on tumblr, so if anyone has any advice about posting/tagging, please let me know!!!

(Sep 9 update: Sorry I had trouble updating something with the fic and had to re-upload it completely :( Sorry if you thought it was another chapter!)

Shouto was still as bad with children at the ripe age of 24 as he was when he was 15. Sure they, like many people, were usually taken aback by his naturally good looks and took a beat to admire him. But right after that beat, children would try to squirm away from him, start kicking him, or flat out cry. That’s how he knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

He sighed heavily as he realized that the two children in front of him were lost. He was on patrol so he couldn’t just leave them… could he? The girl, with her blonde wavy curls tied into haphazard pigtails, was crouching down to talk to a baby on the ground. Said baby was attempting to crawl away, seemingly not liking his sister’s scolding. As Shouto got closer, he could hear her worried mumbles, “Don’t move! It’ll be ok Katsumi don’t be such a cry baby.”

The baby let out an unamused grunt and the girl huffed, “Stupid dumbass brother. Can’t even talk yet.”

Shouto took a hesitant step forward and knelt down next to them, “Are you ok?”

The girl must have been startled because she let out a small squeak and spun around. Seeing her stand protectively in front of her brother with a hand raised to release what Shouto could only assume was a quirk, he realized that approaching a skittish child with her back turned to him wasn’t the best idea.

“Who are you?” She practically growled, trying to sound as intimidating as she could. However, before Shouto could answer her, she jumped in relief, “Pro-Hero Shouto!”

Shouto was flabbergasted, completely caught off guard by the change in demeanor. He was barely able to keep up with the girls rambling as he recovered from shock. Again, kids, even when they recognized him, didn’t act this way after he spoke to them. After he accidentally made her sister cry, Tsu had mentioned that his concerned voice could be misinterpreted as an angry, indifferent one to young children.

“How…how can I help you?” Shouto asked, stiff as a board. It was then that he noticed the toddler… was that thing a toddler? Infant didn’t seem right, but then again the kid didn’t walk yet. He was sure that to be a toddler you had to toddle. Whatever. The smaller of the two children tried to crawl further away so he sat himself criss-cross and placed the boy in his lap. The kid seemed content enough to babble to himself and play with the zipper of Shouto’s jacket so the pro didn’t worry too much about him, placing his attention back on the girl in front of him.

The blonde huffed, “I don’t know where Papa went. He went poof! Daddy’s gonna fuckin be mad if we’re not home in time for dinner. He's been working on it all day! You should come too and play princess with me again! Can I use your phone to ask Daddy? It’s supposed to be a super duper special fucking surprise and I was in charge of making sure that we all got home early. But now I'm lost. The park looks a lot different than it normally does, the fun thing that goes whoosh isn’t here anymore! Where did it go? Katsumi was really excited about it, or as excited as a dumbass baby can b-”

“Please breathe,” Shouto interrupted, seeing the kids face go red, “What do… What do your parents look like? I’m sure they’re looking for you.”

“Papa just got a haircut so it super short in the back but its still super fuckin fluffy on top. I told him it looks like the gross apple cotton candy that we got at the fair and he just laughed at me even though it does!” The girl exclaimed. Okay… so he was going to have to be way more specific.

Just as he was going to ask what color apple cotton candy was (Red? Yellow? Green?), a voice crackled in his earpiece, “Hey Shouto! How are things on your route? I’m about to wrap up over here.”

Shouto had never been happier to hear Uraraka’s voice. Had he ever been particularly excited to hear her voice though? Not that he can recall… but that's so not the point right now. He presses down on the earpiece to respond but the little blonde beats him to the punch, “Uravity! Are you going to come to dinner too? Daddy’s gonna be fuckin mad that i didnt tell him cause we only have four good plates left and Shouto’s comin too. But you can come and it can be a… a secret! I can even use the stupid kiddie princess plate.”

“Shouto? Who was that?”

“It’s Mitsuko! Are your ears fulla dirt or somethin?”

“Mitsuko?” Uraraka made a noise that was half laugh half sputter, “Um.. Sweetie, is Hero Shouto there?”

“I’m here,” Shouto sighed, he was the least equipped person to deal with this situation.

“Todoroki where are you? I’m going to head your way as soon as I finish the rest of this block.”

He relayed his location to her and silently prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that she would get there quickly. The baby, who was previously babbling quietly to himself, started to wriggle. The minute those big green eyes looked into his, Shouto knew he was in trouble. They were growing wider and tears started to pool, making him look utterly pathetic and sad. Shouto started to internally panic when the kid (Katsumi?) let out the loudest wail that he's ever heard. Jesus, this kid's lungs could give Present Mic a run for his money. Shouto fought the urge to cover his ears, especially since the girl started scream crying at the sight of her brother's tears, but then he’d likely drop the baby. Which was both not socially appropriate and would result in more screaming.

“Todor- woah,” Uraraka’s form came into view. She knelt down next to the girl and quickly scanned her for injuries, “What's going on? Is someone hurt?”

“Course I’m not fucking hurt stupid Uravity,” The girl’s sobs started to subside into a small sniffle, “I’m strong and tough!”

“Oh yeah?” Uraraka stood up and then hoisted the girl onto her hip. She then motioned for Shouto to follow suit with the younger child, “Then why are you crying?”

The girl tried smiling, but it looked more like a wobbly line, “M’not crying! See! I’m smiling! My little brother is the one who’s the big cry baby.”

“Well that’s not very nice,” the hero scolded, running her fingers through the girl's hair as a soothing gesture, “Why don’t you explain to me again what happened? Then we can get you back to your parents.”

From what Shouto could gather from the child’s explanation, she was with her dad and brother when someone attacked them and then the kids were suddenly alone in a place they could only half recognize. The park they were previously walking in was different in many ways, but the location and buildings around it were very similar. They must have been hit with a teleportation quirk. Or at least that's what Shouto concludes from the child’s incessant rambling and the multiple tangents. 

Urakaka seemed to come to the same conclusion, “So a teleportation quirk? Or maybe a dimension or time quirk, though those are way more rare and definitely less developed.”

“So are you fuckin gonna to help us or not?” the blonde girl crossed her arms and then seemed to remember something, “Please.”

“Y’know, I’m not sure you really know how to use that word to emphasize things yet,” Uraraka giggled to herself. She put the girl down on the ground and took out her phone to type out a message, “She curses as much as I expect little Bakugou did!”

“Yes but she talks as much as Midoriya would if he weren’t as self conscious and spoke up instead of mumbled,” Shouto absentmindedly added.

“Damn. Shots fired Todoroki,” Urakaka paused to raise her eyebrows at the other hero. Todoroki knew that there were no actual shots. He wasn’t deaf and they had talked about the slang term before. Uraraka's eyes went back down to her phone, “Speaking of the wonder dunces, are they still on that undercover mission?”

Shouto had been left out of that one. Despite the trio working together more often than not, their agency thought that it would be better if he acted as the contact and the other two were to go undercover as a dancer-pianist duo. There were serious rumors of villains using the competition as a drug smuggling scheme and they needed more intel before making their next move. He had some thoughts on this, the first being that both of his friends danced like chickens with their heads cut off, while he had years of professional ballroom dance training. Secondly, his two friends were magnets for trouble and attention. Third, Midoriya still tended to slip into a foreign accent when he was nervous undercover. An accent that Bakugou couldn’t resist making fun of him loudly for each time. He really should have been put on the mission with someone like Jirou. But then again, Shouto was happy he didn’t have to go through the hair and makeup process that would make his features less noticeable.

“Yeah,” What day was it? Why did Shouto feel like he was forgetting something? Oh right, “Later today is actually when I’m supposed to go collect them.”

“Ok… so I wont add them to this email chain yet,”  She glanced at the girl who was now drawing something in the dirt with a stick, “But I have a feeling we're going to need the whole class and the commission for this one.”

Shouto’s eyes widened. Beyond a gut feeling of something being off, he didn’t quite understand what about the situation made it different. But if Uraraka thought this called for a code red then this was way more than two missing kids. He definitely was way in over his head.

___

Katsuki could pinpoint the moment when Izuku’s danger sense triggered. They had just turned into the alleyway where Todoroki, posing as a concerned hero that was going to help them find a missing watch, was supposed to pick them up. Who’s bright idea was it to have the pickup spot in an alleyway anyways? Katsuki  just hoped that it wasn’t one of the more suspicious judges from the competition ring.

“Give me your money, a-and clothes!” The man who cornered them in the narrow path shouted. He pointed a gun at them, clearly nervous, “D-do it! Now! Or I’ll shoot!”

Katsuki started stripping off his jacket, playing his part as a pedestrian. This guy probably wouldn’t shoot them, at least not on purpose. Those shaky hands were the only real threat. One wrong move and there was a bullet going somewhere. This was just another fucker that got added to the list of people Katsuki was going to visit when this whole thing was over with. Fuck, the list was getting long. At least it was a rando who wouldn’t recognize them.

“No!” Izuku stood firm, “You shouldn’t be doing this. The police will have to arrest you.”

Of all the times for the damn nerd to have a backbone. Of course it was when he was facing a criminal and he couldn't use his quirk. Katsuki growled, already fed up with the whole situation, “Just do what he says.”

“But Ka-” Izuku turned his head towards Katsuki. He caught the look in his eyes and swallowed. Right. Undercover, “I mean. Oh no! Not my entire life savings!”

Katsuki had to force himself not to yell and blow up  Deku and the poor excuse for a mugger. He hissed in a low voice, “Ya know, for someone who was bullied for most of his childhood, you sure do suck ass at playing the victim.”

“Well excuse me! Maybe you should have been a better bully then,” Izuku started to take off his jacket, throwing it in front of the mugger, “Ever thought of that? Maybe I would’ve actually stayed away from you if your bite was as bad as your bark.”

“Hah? You little masochist, I’ll show you a bite,” Katsuki hissed out, baring his teeth a little. Izuku’s cheeks turned rosy, “Don’t blush at that! It was a threat!”

“As I said,” Izuku at least had the decency to look embarrassed, “Terrible bully!” 

“Hey! Stop whispering to each other! Gimme the shirt and pants too!” The mugger’s voice wavered, the gun still hanging precariously from his fingers, “And then turn around!”

Stripping to nothing but their underwear, the pair did as the guy said and turned around. Izuku whispered more discreetly this time, “Are we really not going to do anything?”

“Impulsive as ever aren’t ya?” Bakugou scoffed, whispering back in a barely audible voice, “This guy is hardly a threat. It’s not worth blowing our cover when it’s this close to being over.”

“You’re one to talk. I’m surprised that you haven’t blown this guy up yet,” Izuku pouted, but didn’t make a move to stop the guy when he heard the mugger gathering the items up.

“T-thank you! Please just… count to twenty then you can turn back around,” The guy stuttered out as he presumably left the alley way. They could hear his voice and footsteps receding, “I promise I don't usually do this! Times are just tough right now!”

Izuku signed. He had rotten luck. Of course he would get mugged on the last day of their undercover mission while waiting for their team to pick them up. And of course it was his bad luck that Kacchan was the one dragged along with him. Izuku was unlucky, he was used to being unlucky. Which is why he wasn’t sure if it was his bad luck or maybe some of Katsuki’s unbelievably good luck that Todoroki’s voice was the next one they heard in the alley way.

There was a hint of amusement in his usually stoic voice, “There are less public places to fornicate that won’t get you arrested. This is hardly becoming of two heroes.”

“Fornicate? That fucking word of the day calendar coming in handy?” Katsuki whirled around, angry but not wanting to draw attention to them. 

“It is actually,” Todoroki replied in all seriousness. He started to strip off his own jacket and offered it to his friends.

“You’re late candy cane,” Katsuki snatched the clothing from him then shoved it into Izuku’s arms, “What gives? If you were on time like you were fucking supposed to be then that stupid mugger would be caught without our covers being blown.”

“We have to get back to the agency. Uraraka called a code red,” Todoroki started to move out of the alley way and towards the agency car that was parked not too far away, “We can explain more after you guys are showered. It does not seem that urgent.”

“How is a code red not urgent! Is anyone hurt?” Izuku suddenly panicked, “We don’t need to shower first, just tell us what's happening? How can we help?”

“I was told by her that it would be best to show you after you showered,” Todoroki sat down across from the pair in the back of the car. He quickly gave the driver the directions then turned back to them, “We are still unsure of how to proceed, but your hygiene is also important and the situation will not suffer from your short absence. Our old classmates are gathering and theorizing as we speak.”

“Yeah you fucking stink,” Katsuki pulled on Izuku’s cheek, “Your self sacrificing tendencies can wait until after the bath.”

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When Shouto arrived back at the agency he split off from the other two and made his way to the lounge. Uraraka was seated on one of the couches and was brushing the little girl's hair while she colored and Iida played peekaboo with the baby. The rest of their classmates were nowhere to be seen, which was odd.

“Where is everyone else?” His voice captured all of their attention, his head tilted innocently to the side, “Was this not a code red in the email blast?”

“Everyone else is either still on patrol, talking with the commission about the details, or shopping for our two new guests,” Uraraka explained.

After sitting down on the couch, Shouto scrolled through the emails that he missed while gathering Midoriya and Bakugou. The most recent one was titled: ‘URGENT. READ NOW RE:KIDS IN PARK 0968’. From the commission. Seemed like as good of a source of information as possible.

“I received an email from the commission,” Shouto calmly stated, “Shall I read it aloud?”

“Yes please!” Uraraka waved the hairbrush around, “It’s been an hour since Jirou texted me and all she said was the commission didn’t think it was just a missing kids case.”

Iida lifted his head too in interest, ���Yes, but only if it is information that you may disclose to others.”

Shouto didn’t see anything stating that it was private (even if the fact that it wasn’t sent to anyone else heavily implied that it was), so he read the memo aloud, “The hero commission deems this a highly sensitive case. The two subjects, Mitsuko and Katsumi, appear to have been struck with an unknown quirk that alters dimensions and or time. We are requesting that they be placed with at least one hero with undercover training experience at all times and are under maximum surveillance. Discretion is required and it would be best to not ask them invasive questions that can alter the world and or time we are currently in. As he is the one to discover the issue, Hero Shouto will be responsible for the children and vetting who is caring for them and when. There will be more information available as the investigation continues. As of right now, any further questions shall be directed to Hero Shouto or his agency.”

“What! They’re putting all that responsibility onto you?” Uraraka looked upset, “How are you supposed to take care of two kids?”

“Yes, as my mother would likely say ‘you are just a child yourself, what could you possibly know?’” Iida chimed in, scowling at the phone in Shouto’s hand, “You must at least select a partner to help you. We will all take time off if necessary.”

The girl made a face when Uraraka brushed through a knot in her hair, “Ow! That hurt! I’m thirsty, Hero Shouto can you get me somethin to drink before I die of thirst.”

If Shouto learned anything in the past hour, it was that the young girl was nothing if not dramatic. He walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and looked through the contents. There wasn’t much in it considering they just had a large get together.

“How about a beer?” Todoroki noted how little he had in the beverage category specifically, “Protein drink?”

“Todoroki she’s six!” Iida looked scandalized, holding his hands to the babies ears as if he could understand the adults.

“Oh… do children not like those things?”

 Uraraka sighed, “I would ask if you were dropped as a child, but we don’t have time to open that can of worms right now.”

“I wanna beer!” Mitsuko cheered, pulling away from Uraraka, “I want it! I want it! Please!”

“No you don’t honey,” Uraraka pulled the girl back into her lap, “It tastes bad. Todoroki just get her one of Momo’s strawberry milk boxes from the right hand cabinet.”

“I fear that Todoroki is not fit for this task,” Iida sighed.

A voice made all of them jump, “What task?” Mina appeared out of thin air and jumped over the side of the couch. Denki and Kirishima came in quickly behind her with their arms full of bags. They unceremoniously dumped them on the floor by Mitsuko and Uraraka and jumped onto the couch too.

Mina and Uraraka ignored Iida’s protests of ‘don’t jump on the furniture!’ and explained the situation to Mina. Shouto could feed the yellow eyes piercing his skin as he returned with the milk box. Kirishima sighed, “That’s rough bro. What are you gonna do?”

“Tsu has a lot of experience with kids, she could definitely help!” Kaminari reminded them. Yes. Maybe she would be the best one to assist him. He would need to make a schedule for everyone if this was going to work. There was no way that any of them could be off duty for however long this quirk lasted.

“What about Mido and Bakugou?” Mina suggested, tilting her head in a way that made Shouto squirm. She was thinking of something, and he didn’t like that he didn’t know what she was thinking.

Kaminari laughed, “That’s hilarious. Bakugou? With kids? If that happens, I will bet good money that the baby’s first word will be fuck, shit, or damn.”

“You don’t have good money,” Mina rolled her eyes, “I still think they’re a solid choice!”

“Mido made me spaghetti once and  I swear it was an assassination attempt with how badly I got food poisoning. And it was just pasta and sauce from a jar,” Kirishima added.

“The girl already has rather inappropriate language,” Iida shook his head, “Someone with that kind of vocabulary is hardly suitable for a child. And children do need to be fed proper meals that will not get them sick.”

Mina just laughed, “That just means she's used to being around someone who swears! We wanna make them as comfortable as possible. Plus, those two are the only ones with mandatory leave time since their mission is over now. Think about it, Mido is probably super good with kids and Bakugou can cook almost anything. And they live with each other! So there will always be at least one of them home for the kids without having to move them around a bunch.”

That was also true. Shouto knew that the children would likely feel better in a more familiar environment and stable environment. He, unlike his father, read the parenting books that collected dust at their house when he was bored. He never thought that any of the information would come in handy past handling kids in an emergency rescue situation. They seemed comfortable enough right now, but who knows what would happen if this whole situation lasted longer than a day? They would want to be settled and have a sense of routine, or at least that’s what chapter 3 of ‘bringing the baby home’ said.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Uraraka and Mina whispering back and forth to each other. Uraraka coughed and set her brush down, “I think that’s a good idea actually. It’ll give those two stir crazy dummies something to do for now. Todoroki I think that you should tell them that's what we and the commission decided. Although… maybe leave out the part about time travel slash alternate dimensions. Yknow, for obvious reasons.”

The reason for that was not obvious to Shouto at all. He must have had a, ‘who? Me?’ face on because Mina just patted him on the back, “Cmon Hero Shouto, you're the one in charge right?”

“I suppose…”

“Plus!” Mina scooped up the squawking child, “Mitsu-chan can hang out with Auntie Mina when she needs to! Right?”

Mitsuko struggled against her hold, “Put me down Pinky! … Please!”

“Pinky?” Mina pouted, tightening her hold, “Aw, can't ya call me Auntie Mina?”

“Papa says that when things are weird we use hero names only until he gives us the secret code word. He said it could be trouble if we used real names or called him papa. And I don't want him to get hurt anymore!” The girl’s eyes started watering, “He always gets hurt! I don’t like it! I don’t wanna!”

“Okay okay!” Mina tried to soothe the child, “It’s okay! You ain’t gotta do anything you don’t want to!”

It was at that moment that Midoriya and Bakugou decided to enter the lounge, both of them freshly showered and confused. Midoriya was the first to recover, a tentative smile on his face, “What’s goin on?”

Bakugou shook his head, “Yeah where’s this fucking code red you were blabbing about?”

“She’s right here!” Mina held Mitsuko out at arms length towards Bakugou, practically dumping her into his arms, “And that one over there pretending to be amused by Iida’s peekaboo face.”

“He is not pretending!” Iida sputtered and held the toddler out to Midoriya. The boy cautiously took the kid into his arms and looked even more confused than before. Both the kids look at them hesitantly as well, not making a single peep. Mitsuko seemed to be biting her tongue and debating on whether or not to say something. She ended up staying silent though, which resulted in a staring contest between her and the two other heroes. That checks out, someone should have probably explained what was happening.

Shouto gave them the gist of what the commission said, minus the quirk part and that he was responsible for where the kids ended up. He instead added, “The two of them have been assigned to you two to take care of during your mandatory leave.”

“Us? As in both of us?” Midoriya’s eyes widened, “Why us?”

“Can you say ‘us’ one more time in that fucking sentence?” Bakugou growled and adjusted the girl on his hip.

Uraraka decided to jump in and save Shouto before he just repeated his sentence again as an explanation, “You guys live together! It’ll be easier that way, and you both have experience undercover now. We’ll all pitch in so it’s not just you two.”

The two boys didn’t look amused.

Mina sighed, “It’ll def help you gain experience to be number one too! Not just anyone can take on this task and the commission trusted you guys to do it. I’d consider myself lucky if they trusted me with it.”

Ah okay. So they were just going to flat out lie now… Shouto could do that. Probably. No Mina was right. His instincts were telling him that lying about all of this to his friends was definitely the way to go. 

“Of course they trusted me with this responsibility!” Bakugou huffed, “You people would probably starve these brats or feed them junk!”

Well. That was way too easy to get Bakugou behind it.

“And look Deku!” Uraraka exclaimed, poking at the pudgy toddler’s cheek, “Aren’t they the cutest? They’re young and impressionable minds that need a mentor!”

And just like that Midoriya melted too. He looked at the toddler with big eyes and then over at Mitsuko.

“You look just like Kacchan did when he was little!” Midoriya cooed, eyes scanning her face. 

The girls eyes started to water yet again and Bakugou also a closer look, staring into the green eyes filled with unshed tears, “Yeah but she has fuckin water works eyes like yours. What’s with the tears?”

The girl started to wail, the floodgate opening, “No!”

“Oh no, what’s wrong,” Midoriya could feel the panic rise inside of him like it did whenever a child was upset, “Why are you crying?”

“You- you said i look like him!” The girl pointed a finger at Bakugou, her eyes still leaking, “I don’t wanna be ugly!”

Damn. Shouto just witnessed a murder.

“What did you fucking say?!”

___

Katsuki wasn’t stupid. And he, begrudgingly, knew for sure that Deku wasn’t either. The kids were… odd. It was odd. Who in their right minds would trust children to two 25 year olds who risked their lives on a daily basis and had villains coming at them out the wazoo? In the deep crevice of his mind, a thought whispered: Who in their right mind would trust a child to Katsuki Bakugou?

So either whoever it was down at the hero’s commission were in fact not sound of mind when making this decision, or Shouto Todoroki was lying to them for some reason. 

The thought of Todoroki getting one over on them, in something other than a fight, somehow seemed more outlandish though. There was no fucking way. The guy spoke his mind in the most monotone, matter of fact voice that would put middle schoolers to sleep faster than a droning principal during an opening ceremony. He didn’t know how to be socially tricky. And if somehow he learned… a shiver ran down Katsuki’s spine. He didn’t want to think of what weird, pretty boy power his former classmate would hold.

So as his classmates piled into his apartment, arms laden with gear for two kids, he just had to accept that this was his fate. He pulled the little girl further into his arms and she snuggled in like she was born to be there. Despite her protests of him looking ugly, she refused to let go of him since she was dropped in his arms. She was sleeping soundly now, as was the pudgy ass toddler in Izuku’s arms. The boy had been quietly babbling himself to sleep for the past hour, outlasting his sister for a good thirty minutes. Mitsuko had dropped like a fly almost immediately after nine and she didn’t even wait for a bed. It was then that he realized he didn’t know where to place her. The crib was being set up in one of their rooms by tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Probably his room because there was less shit laying around compared to Izuku’s, but did that mean the brat was going to have to sleep in his bed? The sheets were clean since he did them right before their mission, but there were no guard rails or anything. Did someone of Mitsuko's age need those?

He must have sat there on his living room couch lost in thought for a while because he was totally taken aback when Mina gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Before he was ready, the rest of the class was leaving the apartment and wishing them good luck. Were they really all going to leave him here? Not that he needed them…

“You’re over thinking Kacchan,” Izuku walked over and poked the space between Katsuki’s eyebrows, “That’s my job.”

Katsuki scoffed, “Yeah. Let’s get them to bed before they wake up and develop your horrible habit of staying up until the crack of fucking dawn.”

Katsuki tucked Mitsuko in while Izuku got Katsumi to settle down in the crib across from the foot of the bed. Both of them sat down on the edge of the mattress and sighed.

“This is… this is weird right?” Izuku let out an almost hysterical giggle, “What is happening?”

Katsuki must have been tired because he could feel his face relax into a small smile, “Things with you are always weird.”

“That is not true Kacchan,” Izuku flopped down, legs still hanging over the edge and his head barely reaching where Mitsuko’s feet ended, “Things are only weird when both of us are involved.”

“Ok… I’ll give you that one,” Katsuki yawned and laid down next to Izuku, the two of their heads bracketing the girl's feet. He vaguely remembers thinking that one of them was going to get kicked in the face if they fell asleep like that, but it was too far past his bedtime for him to care. As he slipped into sleep he could’ve sworn it was all a dream.

Katsuki was the second one awake. His sleep-addled brain didn’t stop the smile he made at Izuku’s sleeping face in time. He was, however, fully awake as he stared into the green bright eyes of a patiently waiting toddler standing up in his crib. So none of that was a dream. 

Okay… he could do this… right? He looked back at Izuku snoozing away peacefully and sighed. At least he wasn’t alone. 

____

Shouto couldn’t get Mina’s devilish grin out of his head. He wanted to- No he needed to know why she seemed like a kitten that got milk (was that the right saying?) all night. The only thing his great deductive skills could tell him was that Midoriya and Bakugou could not know more about the kids. He could sense the major freak out that would ensue from a mile away if they knew they were somehow randomly picked to be caregivers.

But it wasn't random… was it?

Mina’s reasoning was sound and Uraraka agreed wholeheartedly with her which put to rest some of his concerns. But why those two? As mentioned earlier by Denki, Tsu would have been the obvious choice if he was going to be the one to choose. And he would rather take on this strange burden given to him by the commission than hand it off to his friends.

Shouto sighed as he sat down on his couch, his head resting on the top of it. He’d have to meet with the commission regularly now until all of this was over. He was hoping that the kids would just disappear by the end of the day and put an end to the mayhem, but it seemed like this quirk had other ideas. Could they really be from a different dimension? Or from the future?

Maybe that’s why Mina was so insistent that Midoriya and Bakugou be the ones to take care of them. She knew what they must have meant to these kids. Maybe uncles? They both had hair only a shade darker than Bakugou’s, but they had Midoriya freckles and eyes…

He met both their families before and he was positive that they were both only children so it wasn’t possible that their siblings got hitched. They’re parents didn’t seem like the type to hide affair children either. The only reasonable explanation, given the existence of quirks, would be-

Shouto almost threw up with the speed that his body lurched upright. No… well… actually that wouldn’t be the craziest thought he’s ever had. He’d have to gain more information first though before he jumped to any conclusions.

His phone buzzed then and he opened an email on the same chain as before from the commission, “We are 99% sure this is the work of a time travel quirk. Hero Shouto please proceed with caution.”

Well, at least he felt less guilty about lying to his best friends faces. He definitely couldn’t tell them any of his theories without causing a catastrophic reaction. He’d just have to see if he was correct in secret. And maybe win the title of best uncle of all time while he was at it.

I'm going to try to update this regularly on a bi-weekly schedule, but I'll let y'all know if that changes! Comments and Kudos are appreciated! I'll try to answer any questions.

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[shotorozu]

side (9:00pm)

reader is insecure about their side profile. this does not apply to you if you aren’t ‼️ but if you aren’t conscious about it, that’s fine too. wrote this because that insecurity’s very felt, plus this is kind of a warm up thing for me 🗿

it doesn’t take a lot for shouto to realize that something’s up.

well, in the literally sense— yes. but to recognize that there’s something indeed up with you, it took shouto weeks, perhaps months of sneaking glances at your way— and sometimes staring at you shamelessly during classes, and training exercises.

shouto initially thought he was being slick with his staring— nonchalant and normal enough for anyone to not take extreme notice, or be uncomfortable. (he was right about that part. he was fortunate enough to not unease anyone around him.)

but it turns out that he has one heck of a stare— a stare of steel, if you will. with such intensity you just couldn’t not notice.

and yet, when you do— you just turn his way, and give him a quick nod of acknowledgement, and if he’s lucky— a small smile, before you returned to whatever you were doing.

you’ve noticed half of the time, so yeah— maybe he wasn’t so discreet.

but no matter what shouto tried to do, he couldn’t help but notice one thing— this other thing you do, besides giving him a nod of acknowledgement, or a small smile. a habit of yours that doesn’t seem to have an answer to it. (well, not that you need to explain habits.)

it’s just.. something he hasn’t seen in anyone, and he can’t think of any logical reason as to why you would, well.. do that.

but what that may be, you may ask?

well, it’s the simple action of covering the side of your face with your hair— untucking the piece of hair that’s behind your ear, hiding behind an open textbook that’s propped on your desk— or even using your hand to cover your side in an indiscreet manner.

they’re all so quick to everybody else, they just couldn’t notice in time— but if you’re shouto todoroki, who’s been finding you in his line of sight for a while now,

you have no choice but to notice quick things like this.

it takes a short amount of time to narrow his speculation into one reason: that you don’t like his staring, and you just didn’t know how to tell him without making things odd between you two.

and so, he quickly meets up with you one day— in the empty common room, to apologize for making you uncomfortable. you’re sitting down, reading, and you immediately turn your head to meet him face on.

(he notices that.)

he’s a little stiff, initially— but he gets the point across, and it’s almost like he wants to grovel for forgiveness. it’s the logical thing to do.

“i would like to apologize for my staring,” shouto admits, “there is no excuse for my behavior, and from now on, i will try to do better. i.. don’t want to make things weird, or bring discomfort to you.”

and instead of being appreciative of his apology, you seem baffled the more he spoke— and you stare at him like he said something of complete gibberish— confused, and startled.

he takes this as a sign to leave you be— even if he doesn’t want to.

“well then, i’ll see you later—”

you’re quick to act, as you get up from your seat, and take a few steps forward, grabbing onto his wrist— and preventing him from leaving. your hold is firm, but gentle. not enough to hurt, but not enough to let him slip free of your grasp.

“wait, todoroki,” you begin, “you’ve got it all wrong, honestly.” you correct his assumption nonchalantly.

oh. so maybe he didn’t notice what he thought he did, after all.

he’s silent, not in an ignorant, standoffish way— but in a way that allows you to continue speaking without interruptions.

you gulp, preparing to admit something— a confession. “i,” you suddenly feel interested in the ground’s details, instead of making eye contact with that intense, and focused pair of heterochromatic eyes in front of you.

“i have a complex about the side of my face.”

it’s not easy to admit an insecurity like this— especially that it’s something you so happen to be born with, and especially to todoroki. you immediately feel a terrible, bitter feeling settle into your mouth despite not eating anything.

truthfully, you don’t know how or why you started becoming insecure about it. whether it was because a relative of yours made a snide comment about your side profile, or spending too much time (way too much time) being attached to the mirror’s reflection— you aren’t sure, on how things came to be like this.

“it’s stupid, i know, but it’s just kind of how it is. you don’t make me uncomfortable or anything— i just, my side profile— it isn’t the prettiest thing. i don’t get why you’d stare at it, for whatever reason, really. nothing personal. i don’t get where you got that idea.”

oh.

insecurity— he understands that. though he doesn’t particularly dwell on the appearance of his side profile, he found himself worrying about the visual impact his scar made on his appearance— simply worried that his scar would make him seem more unsightly to everyone around him, and only remind everyone— especially his mother, of the bad.

which reminded him of something.

“… i see.”

it’s so sudden, when he maneuvers himself beside you— you startle at the sudden movement, and shouto only hopes that he’s not acting inappropriately, or crossing a line.

but he isn’t thinking properly, and he importantly wants to make something clear to you. he decides that he’ll apologize soon.

“todoroki—”

“my mother once told me that,” he begins, eyes never leaving your face. “beauty is in the eye of the beholder. that it is a matter of personal opinion, and if there’s something you don’t like about yourself, then there’s probably someone out there that loves it.”

“and it sounds kind of.. strange, now. coming from her.” you wince, remembering what he told you about his mother, the boiling hot water. it was a personal memory, and your heart hurts just thinking about it. “but it makes sense.”

“what i’m trying to get here is,” shouto pauses, trying to search for the words. he finds them quickly, “i look at you because i find you beautiful. not just on the inside, but the outside as well to you, the side of your face may not seem like the prettiest thing, but the person i’m looking at right now— you, you’re more than just “pretty” and.. it’s hard to not look at you.”

“i know that nothing i said will make those feelings of yours go away now, because.. it’s a process, and not an easy one. but please know that i meant everything i’ve said.”

he looks at you, and it’s silent for a long moment. the two of you just stare at each other— not really knowing what’s next, or what to say next.

but maybe shouto’s okay with that.

he breaks the silence, remembering to apologize. “and i’m sorry if i crossed a line—”

“no, no— why do you keep apologizing for everything that’s not your fault?” you immediately cut him off, and shouto in return, stares at you with a slightly startled expression of his own— not expecting that personal call out.

“do you mean that?”

“i do. all of it.”

“that.. i’m beautiful?”

“yes. you’re beautiful. everything, including the side of your face. nothing is an obstacle to how i feel.”

(nothing— no beauty standard, nothing.)

shouto blinks once, and all of a sudden— it appears as if your eyes are a bit glassy. you sniffle, and shouto panics, hoping that you aren’t about to cry out of distraught— he wouldn’t know how to handle it, nor would he ever stop apologizing to you.

you give him one last look. it’s warm, endeared, before pulling him into a hug— securing shouto in the hold of your arms, and laying your face against the junction of his shoulder and neck.

shouto freezes for a second, not expecting that either— before warming up to your hug, and gently placing his left hand on the small of your back.

“thank you. your words mean a lot to me.”

he’s right. your insecurity isn’t gone, it’s still there and very much alive— and it’s going to take some work, and time.

but hearing that, those words— especially from shouto, makes you feel differently about the side of your face for once— a good different.

it’s a change of direction.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #todoroki x you #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki headcanons #todoroki shouto headcanons #shouto imagines #shouto fluff #todoroki fluff #todoroki shouto fanfic #todoroki x y/n #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #mha headcanons

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Never Losing You Again

Never losing you again by Duckiez

Midoriya pushed himself into Todoroki, shutting his eyes tight as he gripped the white fabric of his friend. His hands are stiff, unable to loosen his grip on the other. He hid his head in the other chest, trying to hide from the noises of the people outside. Todoroki took him in his hands softly yet firmly. The speaker outside was obviously causing his friend stress, he needed to be ready for any outburst. The boy with the bi-colored hair knew better than anyone what kind of things could cause a person to overflow.

The voice spoke again loud and aggressively, seemingly getting angrier by the moment.

“What do you mean he needs saving too, that kid could kill us all!”

Izuku tried to stop it, but his eyes began to wet again. His existence here was hurting the people he loved—the mumbles of his friends outside the dimly lit room. Why are they trying to save him when this was all his fault and when he was the reason for the conflict?

Why was he so worried about this, Todoroki wondered making sure to keep his grip tight. He needed to keep his friend as calm as possible. To avoid any unwanted complications.

Words: 1374, 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: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Angst, Mental Breakdown, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Men Crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Mental Instability, Tododeku but this time I cry, I'm Sorry

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45784291

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💙 #💚 #Tododeku #♥ #R:T #A:Duckiez #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Angst

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Sweating and Freezing

Sweating and Freezing by SoftboiNeptune

Everything hurt. His entire body was stiff and no matter how much heat he attempted to apply changed that. That only made his sweat. One would think this wouldn't be a problem. If he doesn't want to sweat he can just stop using his quirk right?

Wrong.

The second he stopped using heat he became to shake from the cold of his other side.

Sweating or freezing. Those were his only options.

Words: 1503, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Disabled Heros

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Iida Tenya, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya & Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Asui Tsuyu

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Quirk Accident, Quirk Shenanigans, Cold, Ice, Ice Powers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Supportive Class 1-A, Class 1-A as Family, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Todoroki Shouto-centric, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Hurt/Comfort, Bathing/Washing, Hypothermia, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48270172

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