#30 days of tddk

[zuzuyams]

Day 1 - Based off the light novel content where Shouto asks to see Izuku’s figures + 30 minute challenge. This was so hard idk why I did this to myself lmaooo

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[shoutingdeku]

30 days challenge

Day 1 - Nose Kiss(es)

TodoIzu fluff under the cut, tw: none

“Don’t worry, I am here!” Izuku smiled down at the blinking boy sitting on the ground in front of him. The boy turned to Izuku with a curious expression before pouting and looking away again. It didn’t stop Izuku. “Hey, are you OK? I saw you fall down on your nose.”

The boy looked at him from the corner of his eye but still said nothing. He looked like he was probably around 5 years old, same as Izuku. His eyes were different colors, just like his hair. Izuku tilted his head and looked at the boy, waiting. He made sure to keep the smile on his face.

Soon enough, it worked its magic. All Might always won, in the end.

The boy shrugged.

“I don’t know what that means,” Izuku mumbled, “do you want to cry?”

“No,” he replied. 

“But does it hurt?”

Another shrug. 

Izuku was unsure what to do. Usually at these times, All Might would say something great or do something even more amazing, but nothing came to his mind. He discretely looked back at his mom to ask for help, but when he saw her sitting at a bench outside the playground area, he remembered her go-to action in these cases. He closed his fists at his sides and focused himself, ready to do it right.

He approached the boy slowly, anxious that he’d scare him off if he moved too suddenly, and he put his hands on the boy’s cheeks. Then, before he could second guess himself or have the boy turn away, Izuku leaned in and quickly landed a small, brief kiss on the very tip of the boy’s nose.

When he stepped back with another smile, he saw the boy looking at him weirdly.

“What was that for?”

“To help it heal faster, of course!”

The boy was once again in silence. When Izuku stepped away to go, happy he could help and not be attacked in some way, the boy called out at him.

“I never saw All Might use that.”

“Oh!” Izuku sat down on the ground quickly. “Do you like All Might?” A nod. “Me too! But you’re right, he never did it. My mom does, though!”

“Why?”

“To heal me faster, I guess?”

“Is it her quirk?”

“No, her quirk is to make small objects come to her!”

“Is it yours?”

Izuku faltered a bit. “No, I don’t- no, it isn’t.”

“Then why?”

It was Izuku’s turn to shrug. “It looked like you needed it.”

The boy was silent once more, just looking. Izuku could see that his nose was still a bit red.

“Is that how you got those spots in your face? Did your mom kiss them on you?” He lifted a hand and gingerly touched his face, his eyes crossed as he tried to see the tip of his nose. “Did you give me one as well?”

Izuku laughed. He liked him. He hoped they could be friends.

-

About 12 years later, it was Izuku’s turn to blink as one of his closest friends held his face in his hands and leaned down to kiss the very tip of his nose.

It still stung a bit from getting punched on the face during training, even after being healed by Recovery Girl, so it wasn’t the best idea to blush as hard as he was when Shouto stepped back and looked at him.

“Wh-what?”

“To help it heal faster. Looked like you needed it.”

Izuku was glad that none of his other classmates were around to witness the fool he was surely making of himself. He was even more afraid to look into Shouto’s face and see if he could hear how hard his heart was beating at the moment. He gripped the front of his uniform hard and prayed it wasn’t the case.

“Recovery Girl, she already, she, hm. Th-the cold on your- your lips, it. Hm. Unconventional! But. Works. It worked.” He gathered all the courage he had to look at Shouto once more. “Thank you. It worked.”

Shouto smiled softly and looked away, back towards the training camp. “How long do you think it’ll take until the freckle shows up on the spot?”

“Huh?”

Shouto looked back at Izuku, a searching look on his face. If he were paying more attention, Izuku would question why Shouto was looking at him so expectantly, or why the question seemed so familiar. As it was, he was too preoccupied with memorizing the feeling of Shouto’s hands on his face and his lips on his skin to pay attention to it.

“Nevermind,” Shouto sighed. “Let’s go back.”

“OK,” Izuku nodded, still a bit dazed. He would get back to that later. It seemed important.

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[thathopelessromantic]

Reckless Good (3/?)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Fic Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen+

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Midoriya Izuku 

Note: Thanks so much for the great response so far! And if you haven’t already, please check out some of the other great pieces for the TDDK Big Bang this year!

Todoroki Shouto had accepted his fate as a public figure when he became a pro-hero, but there are some parts of his private life he would like to stay private. When he gets invited to be a speaker in a college lecture series, he goes to the meeting with one goal: to give the coordinator a piece of his mind and finally put an end to people hounding him for information about his family.

The last thing he expects is the curious, and quirkless, hero- and quirk-study professor, Midoriya Izuku, who has no interest in his family’s history, and, somehow, even more ties to the hero industry than Shouto. Intrigued by the professor, Shouto tentatively agrees to the lecture series, unknowingly intertwining their futures.

But the more Todoroki sees of Midoriya, the more questions he has. When a villain attack leaves them living together until the culprits are apprehended, maybe he’ll finally get some answers.

AO3: (x) Chapter One: (X) Chapter Two: (X)

Shouto is, regrettably, not unfamiliar with the process of checking into the hospital, or the protocols in the burn unit, but things seem to go surprisingly quick with a doctor at his side, explaining not only the extent of his injury but the cause. Just a few moments after they’ve arrived, Shouto is whisked away from Dr. Midoriya and Kou to have his burn cleaned and dressed. They run the usual battery of tests, poke him for blood what feels like a dozen times, and after about half a dozen reassurances to various doctors and nurses that, yes, he does know how to care for a burn at home, he’s told he might be able to go home later that night.

The room he’s put in is, admittedly, one of the nicer hospital rooms that he’s visited. It’s part of a private wing made specifically for pro-heroes to get a little peace from fans and the media while recovering, but it doesn’t make him hate it any less. He’s only been alone in the room for twenty minutes or so, but he’s already contemplating a prison break. Let Momo handle the paperwork for his unconventional discharge on her next day at the office and call it good. But the risk of being put on some extra mandatory leave is too great. His doctor and Momo have been on his case about taking care of himself properly for months now and they’d love any excuse to bench him for a few extra weeks, instead of the couple of days he’ll need for the burn to heal enough that he can cover it securely and get back to work.

There’s a short knock on the door. Shouto starts to mentally prepare himself for another argument with a doctor when the door inches open and Kou peeks in. Surprised, Shouto waves to her. Kou smiles back, turning to motion at someone behind her. A moment later the door opens the rest of the way and Kou rushes in, followed by Dr. Midoriya.

“Dr. Midoriya and I are on a secret adventure.” Kou announces in a whisper. There’s a Uravity-themed spacesuit sticker on her cheek and she looks as if she’s recovered from the evening’s events, but her clothes have been replaced by a colorful hospital gown and fuzzy bathrobe.

Dr. Midoriya hasn’t changed his clothes, but he has a white lab coat on over top.

“Oh? What is your secret adventure?” Shouto asks. He shifts to the side and makes room for Kou to climb onto the bed besides him.

“Visiting you!” She announces, happily. “It’s a secret because I’m not supposed to leave the quirk ward, but Dr. Midoriya snuck me out. This is for you. Dr. Midoriya said you were friends!” She pulls two more stickers out of a pocket in her robe and hands them to him; a music note that says Earphone Jack and a nesting doll in Creati’s costume.

“Thank you,” Shouto says genuinely, though he has no idea what he’s going to do with the stickers. But his mind is distracted by Kou’s other words. The quirk ward? Obviously there was a reason the villains had targeted the girl, but that detail had gotten buried in the chaos of everything else. Now he’s reminded of the villain’s words…something about her being the key.

He looks up but Dr. Midoriya meets his eye with a subtle shake of his head.

Shouto lets the subject drop for now, but he’s determined to stay a part of this investigation. He’ll get his answers eventually.

Turning back to Kou, he tries a hesitant smile. “Would you still like that autograph?”

Her whole being lights up. “Really?” She reaches into the pocket of her robe again only for her face to drop. “Oh. I forgot my notebook.”

Dr. Midoriya taps her on the shoulder, holding out a small, heart-shaped notepad and a glittery gel pen.

Kou gasps, taking the items from him with excited thanks. She flips through the notebook quickly looking for a blank page, and Shouto is surprised by how many signatures she’s already amassed. Satisfied with the location, she hands the notebook and pen to him. She’s practically vibrating in excitement as he writes a quick note to her, trying to make it sound a little more personal than his usual scribbled signature.

Just as Shouto finishes his note, there’s another knock on the door. Yet another doctor steps into the room, reading through something in a folder. Her long, silver hair is draped over her shoulder in a thick braid and there’s a sharp horn coming out of her forehead. She seems faintly familiar to Shouto but he can’t place why he would recognize her. At the very least he doesn’t think he’s ever had her as a doctor before. She stops in her tracks when she sees Dr. Midoriya and Kou gathered around his hospital bed.

“Izuku!” she scolds, crossing her arms over her chest.

It takes Shouto a moment to remember Izuku is Dr. Midoriya’s first name. He glances up at him.

Dr. Midoriya leans close to Kou, covering his mouth with one hand to stage whisper to her. “I think we got caught.”

Kou copies him with a quiet giggle. “Oops.”

Shouto closes her notebook carefully and slides it across the bed. Kou covertly slips it into her robe.

“What are you even doing here?” The new doctor asks, exasperated. There’s no way she didn’t hear the two of them whispering, but she seems to be ignoring it.

“Kou just wanted to thank Entropy for saving her!” Dr. Midoriya insists, apparently choosing to take no blame in their “secret adventure.”

“Dr. Aizawa has a quirk kind of like mine,” Kou tells Shouto in a hushed voice while the two doctors argue. “She and Dr. Midoriya are really nice. And funny.”

Dr. Aizawa makes it all click. The light hair and the horn. She was the same little girl Aizawa had adopted during Shouto’s first year.

“We were just leaving, Dr. Aizawa!” Kou chimes in suddenly, sliding off the bed and grabbing Dr. Midoriya’s hand. “Bye!”

Dr. Aizawa shakes her head as Dr. Midoriya is pulled out of the room by a girl a quarter his size. “This isn’t over just because you have a patient protecting you, Izuku.”

Dr. Midoriya sends a bright smile back at her just as the door closes on the two of them.

“I hope they weren’t bothering you too much,” Dr. Aizawa says as she comes over to Shouto’s bed.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m glad I got to see her again. I was worried she’d be a little more upset after everything.”

“Kou’s a strong girl. She’s going to be okay.” Dr. Aizawa says with certainty. “Anyways, I’m Aizawa Eri, I’m part of the hero staff here.”

“Aizawa, er...Eraserhead’s daughter, right?”

Dr. Aizawa smiles and it looks so shockingly like Dr. Midoriya’s, Shouto can’t help but wonder about what their connection to each other is. Especially with how casually she spoke to him. Could they be related? It seems like he would have known if his homeroom teacher had also had or adopted a son his age, wouldn’t he? “That’s right, you were one of his students! Nice to see you again.”

Shouto bows his head in acknowledgement. He knows he met the young girl Aizawa adopted a few times, but his memories of her are fuzzy at best.

Dr. Aizawa checks him over again, asking him a few questions about how he’s feeling and what’s been done already. Finally, she gets to why she’s here to see him. “I’m not sure if you would remember, but my quirk is Rewind. It’s delicate but helpful for healing, especially for many pros. If you remember about how long ago you were burned, I should be able to heal your arm so that you can get back to work without too much fuss.”

“Really?”

Dr. Aizawa nods. “I can rewind your body back to before it happened, but it will rewind your whole body so the closer to the exact time it happened the better, otherwise too many things could change. Do you have a good idea of when it happened?”

“What time is it now?”

Dr. Aizawa glances at her watch. “Almost ten.”

Shouto is briefly surprised by that information. He hadn’t realized how long he had been in the hospital already. “I left the agency after the first alerts came in around 6:30, so it was probably around 7 that I made contact with the villain. I can’t be more exact than that, unfortunately.”

“That should work alright. Would you like to be rewound, or would you prefer to let it heal naturally?”

Shouto shakes his head. Anything to speed up the process. “No, please rewind it if you can.”

She smiles. “Okay, it will be just a moment then.”

Dr. Aizawa pulls on a pair of gloves and takes his arm in her hands, gently, mindful of the injury and the loose bandages protecting it.

A moment later the horn at her temple begins to glow, Shouto has to look away as the warm light grows brighter and then, just like that, it’s over. When he looks back at the doctor, her horn has shrunk a little, losing some of the sharp edge at the top.

“Okay! You should be good to go. How does it feel?”

Shouto moves his arm a few times, relieved that there’s no pain as he moves it. Carefully he peels off the bandages. It looks as if he was never injured, not even a small scar left behind.

Dr. Aizawa looks pleased with the results. “Perfect. Unfortunately it doesn’t work on non-living things so you will have to have your costume repaired separately.”

“That’s fine,” Shouto says. He was more worried about being forced to take some sick leave than repairing his costume to begin with. “Thank you.”

Dr. Aizawa smiles again. “Of course. I’m happy to help.” She pulls a few papers out of her folder and hands them to him. “If you are ready, you can take these to the desk out front and you’ll be discharged.”

Shouto hesitates as he takes the papers from her. An hour ago he was ready to run at the first chance, but now…she was someone who might have some answers…

“Kou mentioned that the two of you had similar quirks,”

“I’m sorry. If you become a part of the investigation I’m sure you’ll find out more information, but for now I can’t disclose a patient’s information.”  Dr. Aizawa says before he can even finish figuring out exactly what he wants to ask.

“Right. Sorry.”

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you for being curious, not after everything that’s happened.”

Dr. Aizawa looks ready to leave, but there’s one more thing Shouto has to ask. At least while he still has a chance.

“Can I ask about Dr. Midoriya, then?”

Dr. Aizawa stops with a puzzled look. “Izuku? What about him?”

Shouto's mind goes blank. Everything doesn’t seem like a plausible response. At least not one that would get him anywhere. “Uh, I…I was just surprised to hear you call him Izuku. Are you close?”

Dr. Aizawa studies him for a long time as if she could determine whatever ulterior motives he had for asking just by staring him down. Maybe she could if even he knew what he was doing asking these questions.

“I’ve known Izuku for a long time,” she finally says. “He’s like family.”

The answer is careful, guarded. With the slightest undertone of a threat.

“…Right.” Shouto replies awkwardly. “Thank you.”

Dr. Aizawa inclines her head to him. “Have a nice night, Entropy.”

 After checking out with Dr. Aizawa’s discharge papers, Shouto heads back to the agency. Sunspot practically tackles him in the lobby.

“Entropy! You’re okay! I thought you were just going to check on the kidnapped civilian, but then Ingenium told me his friend was taking you to the hospital and that I had nothing to worry about so I should just go back to the agency but I didn’t know why you were going to the hospital or what was happening,” she stutters over her words for a moment, taking a breath. “Was it okay to leave? I didn’t know what else to do but I didn’t know what hospital you went to or why. Were you injured? You don’t look hurt. Is that how you damaged your costume?”

Shouto lets her run on while he goes to his office. He knows she’ll follow. And that it’s pointless to try and get a word in until she runs out of breath.

Sunspot sinks into one of his office chairs as he goes to turn his computer on. He lifts a brow at her slumped form in the armchair.

“Are you done?”

She opens her mouth to speak again but after a moment shuts it again and nods.

“The villain who took the hostage burned me. I hadn’t realized the extent of the injury until later. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you personally so that you knew it was okay to come back, but it was fine that you came back. It wasn’t serious.” Shouto explains calmly. “You said Ingenium told you to come back?” Shouto thinks back to Dr. Midoriya texting in the ambulance and he wonders if the two know each other.

Sunspot nods again. “He came and found me and told me a friend was taking you to the hospital. I assumed he meant one of the paramedics. I didn’t know he was friends with the paramedics. Was that part of U.A. training? Getting to know first-responders closely? Or just a coincidence?”

“I think it’s just a coincidence on Ingenium’s part. Not something you’re missing out on.” Shouto says. “You did good tonight. Go home and get some rest.”

“But-”

Shouto gestures to her before she can argue. “You expended a lot of your reserve helping the rescue crews with civilians trapped under the rubble and then helping me melt the ice. It’s okay.”

Sunspot looks down at herself. The faint glow she normally gives off as a result of having excess energy saved up by her quirk is almost completely extinguished. At the late hour, she wouldn’t be able to get any more energy even if they needed to go out into the field again. Not until the sun was up again.

Sunspot pushes herself out of the chair. “I’m sorry I can’t be more help tonight.” She says with a short bow.

Shouto waves her off. “It’s okay.”

“Good night, Entropy.”

“Good night, Sunspot. Good work tonight.” Shouto says. He catches just a glimpse of her relieved smile as his office door closes quietly behind her.

Alone, Shouto settles into his desk chair, already mentally preparing for a long night. He considers going against doctor’s orders and getting some coffee but just barely resists the temptation. Caffeine might end up making him too jittery to focus and this is important. Writing up a more in-depth report of the event for the police and the agency records is the first priority of the night. But after that, Shouto has some research to do.

 X

Momo finds him like that in the morning. Sometime in the night the combination of the late hour and bright computer screen got to him and he went in search of his rarely-worn glasses to take some of the stress off. His final report and the accompanying paperwork are tucked in a folder for safe keeping, but the rest of his desk is a disaster zone of scattered pages, printed news reports of the attack last night with any information he might have missed, any police reports on the matter he could get his hands on with his current clearance, his own compiled notes.

He doesn’t even realize someone else is in the office with him until Momo clears her throat, placing a paper to-go cup of tea in the middle of his desk, on top of the latest piece he’s reading.

“Shouto,” she says seriously, crossing her arms over her chest. “ When did you last take a break?”

Shouto tries to come up with an answer but his brain is fuzzy at best, street names and potential identities floating at the forefront of his consciousness. “Uh, what time is it?”

Momo sighs, rubbing at her temple with one hand. “ Go home, Shouto.”

“I just need to-"

“No.” Momo comes around the other side of his desk, pulling him up and out of his desk chair by one arm. “It’s almost eight o'clock. You need to go home and go to bed.”

Momo might have had a point, his shift was supposed to end at six that morning and he hadn’t even noticed the time, but he digs his heels in, resisting being dragged from the office to the best of his ability. Unfortunately, Momo is stronger than she looks, and has the advantage of a full-night’s sleep on him.

“Go home. Go to sleep. Don’t come back until Saturday.”

“But-”

“You were injured! You should have called me as soon as you were taken to the hospital,” Momo scolds.

“I got better.”

Momo looks at him curiously. She comes to a stop, scanning him over. Shouto’s sure he looks a mess, still half-dressed in his damaged hero-suit, the top unzipped and tied around his waist. His hair has started to escape the braid he had it in for work and he can see the loose hair floating in his peripheral vision. Not to mention how exhausted he probably looks after spending the whole night scouring the police database. But – he’s not injured.

“What do you mean you ‘got better’? You weren’t really injured?”

Shouto sighs. “No, I was. There was a doctor at the hospital with a quirk who fixed it. Aizawa’s daughter, actually.”

Momo’s brows shoot up in surprise. “I didn’t realize she became a doctor. That’s wonderful.” She pauses. “But not the point. You still should have called someone. Though I suppose I should be grateful you went to get help, at all.”

Shouto rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well…there was a doctor on the scene when I was talking to the girl who was targeted who saw my burn.”

“A doctor?”

“Uh…Dr. Midoriya.” Shouto explains. He isn’t sure if Momo will recognize the name, not entirely sure if he wants her to remember or not.

“The professor from the lecture series?” Momo asks in surprise. “What was he doing there?”

“Apparently he’s not just a professor.”

Momo studies him for a few moments, trying to figure something out. Shouto doesn’t blame her. He’d like some answers about his behavior too. He just hopes she comes to an easy conclusion, like Shouto cooperated with Dr. Midoriya because he sort-of knew him, and not anything else ridiculous. Or revealing. Or uncomfortable.

Finally, Momo shakes her head, brushing off whatever conclusions she may have come to. “I don’t care. Go home. Sleep. Eat something. I’ll finish submitting your reports to the police and I’ll make sure they know you are interested in joining the case searching for the villains who escaped last night, but other than talking to anyone who contacts you about the case, I don’t want to hear about you working again until this weekend.”

Shouto wants to keep arguing, he’s not even hurt anymore, but he knows this is the best he’s going to get from her. He is also unbelievably grateful for all the years they’ve known each other and how Momo knows exactly what he needs to hear to relax, even just a little.  “Okay. Thank you.”

Momo nods. “We’ll get whoever it is, Shouto. But you don’t have to do it alone. And you can’t do it in one night. So please take care of yourself. I’ll see you on Friday for dinner.”

Momo waves to an intern, instructing them to escort Shouto to the exit. Shouto wants to protest being babysat the rest of the way to the door, but Momo pins him with a hard look before he can even open his mouth and he lets it happen. Admittedly, now that he’s not pouring over his research to keep himself moving, he can feel exhaustion settling over him.

Though he could still find the way to the damn door himself.

 Shouto stumbles into his dark apartment twenty minutes later. He leaves the lights off as he comes through the entrance. The morning sun has started to fill the front room with light, and its enough for him to make his way to the bedroom without tripping over anything. His bed is cool, the sheets still ruffled from the previous morning. Shouto just barely remembers to strip off his ruined hero-suit before he drops into the bed, using his left side to warm up the sheets quicker. In a minute, he’s asleep.

When he wakes again, warm golden light pours into the room from his half-open window. He runs a hand over his face, trying to will away the strange, disorienting feeling of waking up. He reaches to his bedside table, knocking a few things to the side until he connects with his alarm clock. Pulling it close, he squints at the lit screen. It was almost five in the afternoon. Shouto tosses the offending thing away. He takes just a few moments to reorient himself before he forces himself out of bed and into the shower.

He only remembers after stepping into the spray that half of his hair is still twisted into a braid. He swears as he tears the now-wet strands free of the stubborn rubber-band, tugging at the knots there unhappily. He doesn’t mean to stay in the shower for long, but after fighting with his hair for who knows how long, the heat and relaxing pound of the spray against his shoulders eases some of the tension from his body and he wastes time under the comforting water until it starts to run cold. The temperature change doesn’t bother him much, but he figures he’s wasted enough water like that and climbs out.

After drying off a little, Shouto brushes his teeth, and that, combined with washing off the grime of the previous day, helps make him feel a little more awake. A little more human.

Shouto dresses in casual civilian clothes. He finds his phone, dead, in a pocket of his hero-suit before tossing the ruined thing in a bag to give to the support team. They’ll probably just have to make him a new one, but he feels bad throwing it away without trying to salvage it.

His charger is plugged in near the bed, so he goes to grab it so he can charge his phone in the kitchen while he makes something to eat. But in fumbling around looking for the charger, he spots his forgotten glasses in the mess of sheets and pillows on his bed. The ear piece on the right side is bent at a strange angle and one of the lenses is cracked. Shit. Well, he supposes, that’s what he gets for wearing them for the first time in months while running on fumes. He tosses the damaged glasses on his side table and leaves for the kitchen.

Finally, he switches on a few lights.

His apartment is mostly bare, plain white walls with just a few basic pieces of furniture, mostly just there to fill the empty space. The occasional dirty glass or dish that gets left behind if he’s in a rush on his way to work are the only signs of the life in the otherwise dull place. Those, and the three picture frames hanging on the wall in his living room; one of his mother and siblings, one of his graduating class with their teachers mixed in with the colorful crowd, and one of the day he and Momo started their agency. They’re the only decoration he needs. They represent all the important people in his life.

There are a few containers of leftovers in the fridge, and while it would be easier to warm something up and leave it at that, Shouto takes the time to pull out some fresh ingredients. Washing off the vegetables and prepping them while rice cooks is a simple, familiar routine and it helps ground him.

He starts a simple stir fry with chicken just as his phone finally comes back to life, chiming with a number of missed notifications. Lowering the heat slightly, Shouto lets it simmer for a minute while he checks his phone.

A few of the notifications are basic news reports he usually dismisses, though today he saves any about last night’s attack incase there’s been any updated information. There are two texts from Momo asking if he got home safe and if he ate anything. He shoots of a quick reply to her, apologizing for not letting her know right away and reassuring her he’s making food now. He takes a picture of the pan and sends it as an after thought, just in case she doesn’t believe him. There are also a few texts from Kyouka telling him to stop worrying her wife and to stop being an idiot. He responds to those with a few choice emojis and nothing else. She’ll get the message.

Finally, he looks at the emails he missed. There’s one from an Officer Uchida he doesn’t recognize, confirming he (Momo) submitted the right paper work to join the case against the villains from the night before and once the task force has been officially formed he would be contacted with more information. Relieved, Shotuo saves the contact information and sets it as a priority so he’ll be sure to get any future notifications right away. The only other missed email is from Dr. Midoriya.

Shouto goes back to checking his food, stirring it for a few minutes and adding a few more ingredients. His attention goes back to his phone a few times, but he resists going back to it. He’s not sure why, he’s been waiting for this stupid email basically since he left the professor’s office, but suddenly he’s nervous about opening it. He’s not sure what to expect once he opens the list of the professor’s topics. What if he imagined all of this and the professor still wants him to talk about his family? What if Shouto can’t answer any of his questions about how his quirk works? Is it even a good idea for him to talk publicly about how his quirk works? Couldn’t someone use that against him?

Shouto turns his phone upside down, hiding the blinking notification.

He’ll look at it after he eats.

He finishes cooking a little while later. Scooping out a generous serving of rice into a bowl and getting a plate for the stir fry he settles in the living room. He has a perfectly good table he could eat at in the kitchen, but there’s something satisfying in breaking the rules and eating on the couch. Out in the open, casually. He hasn’t lived with his father since he was a first year, but he still takes satisfaction in all the ways he can defy him and the rules he kept in that house.

Shouto turns on the local news channel to watch while he eats. Unsurprisingly, the attack from last night is still the focus of the station. There’s a reporter discussing the widespread damage through downtown on the screen. In the background, heroes and clean up crews are still working to clear the rubble. Shouto recognizes Uravity’s bright pink costume amongst all the grey and black. She’s moving two giant pieces of concrete overhead, some kind of broken metal rods coming from one look particularly dangerous.

A scrolling banner runs across the bottom of the broadcast, asking anyone who might have information about the villains to call in to a hotline, and a separate call for anyone with quirks that might help in fixing the damage done to the roads. There are also short headlines for stories meant to air later that night and a small graphic with the weather.

The camera view changes suddenly and the report comes back into view with a police officer, answering questions about the attack.

What did they know about it? Not much yet, but they don’t think it was random.

Was anyone seriously injured? Thankfully most casualties were only minor injuries and the paramedics on scene took care of most of the civilians who were hurt.

Who were the villains? No one in particular. They don’t think this is an organized group starting attacks. Not like in the past. No one needs to worry.

All safe answers that tell them basically nothing about what happened. Shouto learned more in the two minutes he spent on the radio before pursuing the villain than the news report. He changes the channel. A talk show re-run is showing an old interview with Hawks. Shouto hesitates changing the channel again.

“So, Hawks, it’s no secret that you’ve been a fan of Endeavor’s basically since your debut, and the two of you made a good team as Number 1 and 2 for a while,” the interviewer says in a fake cheerful voice. Hawks gives a stiff smile, placating but revealing nothing about how he actually feels about the subject. “What are your thoughts on the rumors brewing about a civil trial after the allegations against Endeavor from his family?”

‘Tis the season.

Shouto clicks the TV off before Hawks can reply.

Not hungry anymore, Shouto puts his plate down. He ate most of what he had taken anyways. The rest will be fine for leftovers.

Getting up from the couch, Shouto goes back to the kitchen for his phone. The same ignored email is still waiting for him with that mocking, blinking notification light. Taking a deep breath, as if preparing for a fight, he opens it.

Entropy,

I hope you are doing better after Dr. Aizawa’s visit with you at the hospital. Sorry I couldn’t see you off. Here is the list of possible topics we discussed the other day. This is just an abbreviated list of some basic things to talk about. You can obviously go into more detail about anything that might interest you or that you think might be important information for anyone with two or dual quirks to consider.

Thank you for considering being a part of the Hero Talks Series.

Thank you, also, for your help with the attacks last night and with Kou.

Midoriya

 Shouto isn’t sure what to focus on first. The dropped title from the professor’s name? Midoriya thanking him for doing his job of all things?

Making the executive decision to focus on none of them for the time being, Shouto opens the attached document with the lecture topics. Dr. Midoriya’s “abbreviated list" is still two pages long.

Somehow, it’s exactly what Shouto was expecting.

#bnha #mha #tododeku #tddk #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #tododeku big bang 2021 #fic #rita writes #6.24.21 #fic: reckless good

[limesicle]

I drew this in like 30 min akl;sdjkf;ajas 

tddk week day 2: intimacy

#tododeku #tododekuweek #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #lime.art #500 #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k

[blenderfullasarcasm]

Got any dabihawks hcs? Or tddk hcs? Or hcs abt the todo brothers meeting each other bfs

so I'm gonna preface this with the fact that I'm currently about 15 chapters behind in the manga - like in the tddkbk internship arc, behind. so.

that said.

dabihawks

- hawks doesn't know that dabi is a todoroki yet and won't be able to figure it out by himself.

- dabi is wary about introducing hawks to the league, aka his family, for a lot of reasons but eventually the league finds out he's dating someone and just kinda...stalks him to figure it out. hawks is adopted into the league before he realizes they know who he is. magne especially bc trans solidarity.

- a surprisingly soft/domestic couple. they have movie nights and cuddle under a blanket. dabi is pleasantly cool and hawks liked wrapping his wings around them.

tododeku

- the slowest of slow burns

- todoroki is touch starved so when they first start dating he doesn't really know how to act. like. is he allowed to touch? what kind of touch is a "friendship" touch vs a "dating" touch? help??? which leads to him freezing up (ha) and not initiating anything, which leads midoriya to think that maybe he doesn't actually like him? and then the miscommunication piles up until one of them snaps and they have a long conversation about it. zoom forward a year and todoroki plasters himself all over midoriya any chance he gets.

- todoroki catches on fire when he gets emotional. he tries to put it out with his ice side but they just results in him making himself all soggy.

- once midoriya becomes able to handle like 30% of ofa there's a period of time where his control over it wavers and whenever todoroki does something cute midoriya accidentally crushes whatever is in his hand. it's okay though because todoroki doesn't mind buying him another drink if he accidentally crushes his soda can.

todo brothers meeting bfs

- dabi just shows up for family dinner at rei's one day like "sup bitches" and everyone except shouto just accepted it. shouto was very confused. still is tbh.

- shouto neglects to actually tell izuku that his oldest brother is, in fact, alive and a villain. and also coming to family dinners. where shouto is planning on introducing izuku as his boyfriend.

- dabi also is planning on introducing his boyfriend at that specific dinner. shouto and dabi are not aware of each other's plans.

- cue a very awkward dinner where izuku is practically vibrating out of his skin because that??? is dabi??? a villain??? and he's just sitting there eating rice????? and hawks is petrified because dabi did not tell him that they were having dinner with two almost-pro heros.

- natsuo has fun watching the world burn

#asks #bnha #tododeku #dabihawks #tddk #hot wings #my hero academia #trans!hawks #hawks #dabi #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #todoroki natsuo #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #hc #mine #headcanon

[bnhafandomcalendar]

BNHA Fandom Calendar: Week of 19 January 2020

Upcoming events:

@kiriminaweek is 2-8 Feb.

Zine preorders:

@girlsofbnhazine, a girl-centric zine (closing 20 Jan)

UPDATED: @monoma-fanzine, a Monoma zine (closing 20 Jan)

@aiheroes, a Valentine’s Day zine (closing 25 Jan)

EXTENDED: @recoveryzine, a recovery-themed zine (closing 30 Jan)

UPDATED: @frostsmittenzine, a KiriBaku fantasy zine (closing 31 Jan)

@nexusc0dezine, a cyberpunk zine (closing 31 Jan)

@ochabowlzine, an Ochako multiship zine (closing 15 Feb)

NEW: @dragonkirizine, a dragon Kirishima zine (closing 22 Feb)

@you-me-bnha-zine, a zine about pets, is holding leftover sales. (closing date tba)

@bnha-fairytale-zine, a fairytale zine, is available for free download.

@mha-pokemon-zine, a Pokemon zine, is available for free download.

Zine contributor applications:

@tddk-serendipity-zine, a TodoDeku zine (closing 24 Jan)

@liberationzine, a PLF zine (closing 31 Jan)

@1milzine, a rarepair zine (closing 31 Jan)

NEW: @heroeseverafter, a Disney/BNHA zine (closing 10 Feb)

NEW: @bnhamoonsunzine, a moon/sun ship zine (closing 15 Feb)

NEW: @em-zine, an EraserMight zine (closing 15 Feb)

NEW: @lgbtplusultrazine, an LGBT+ zine (closing 21 Feb)

NEW: @ai-no-yuri-zine, a flower-themed WLW zine (closing 22 Feb)

Moderator applications:

@zine-tsuchako, a Tsuchako zine (closing 20 Jan)

@bnhamusicalszine, a musical-themed zine (closing 22 Jan)

Interest checks:

@tailman-zine, an Ojiro zine (closing 20 Jan)

@bnhamusicalszine, a musical-themed zine (closing 22 Jan)

@shimeji-week, a Kinoko week (closing 30 Jan)

NEW: @bnhatraumazine, a mental health zine (closing 31 Jan)

NEW: Heroes in Transition, a trans/GNC zine (closing date tba)

#january 2020 #2020 #weekly update

[shoutingdeku]

30 days challenge #6

6 - Getting caught while making out

tdiz 3-A au, mutual pining; tw: endeavor (yes, that’s a tw and we all know it)

It was supposed to be just a quick, small peck on Shouto’s lips. Somehow, that plan went off the rails as fast as it started.

It had started because of Shouto, of course. He leaned down towards Izuku with a small smile and kissed him, softly, on the lips. Izuku had to grasp his own clothing to stop himself from reaching out and doing something, anything, but take the small peck with glee. It derailed the moment Shouto huffed a small smile close to Izuku’s lips and tugged his tie. There was only so much Izuku could stand. 

The pillow Izuku had been sitting on during the last hour they had been chatting was comfortable, but it felt nothing like Shouto’s lap did at the moment. It wasn’t comfortable per se, but somehow it felt like a throne for him. He squeezed his thighs just once, just for the thrill of having Shouto between them and under him, while they kissed.

Shouto squeezed his waist in retribution. His lips were a bit cold and his tongue was hot, that alone was enough to drive Izuku wild. The fact that he could feel his hands on his waist, one warmer than the other even through the thin layer of the UA uniform, only added to the frantic thump of his heart. 

It was by no means his first kiss, but the way his head felt light made him feel like he was fifteen all over again. Shouto’s lips were addictive against his own and Izuku couldn’t do much more besides tangle his fingers in Shouto’s hair to pull him closer and kiss him, kiss, kiss and kiss.

Shouto tasted like the tea they had been drinking before. His hair was soft in between Izuku’s fingers. The small groan he gave when Izuku gripped his neck rang like music in Izuku’s ears and down his back in electric shivers. The experience was everything Izuku dreamed of and more.

Of course, that was the exact moment Endeavor chose to open the door.

“Shouto! What- SHOUTO!”

The two boys parted and Izuku turned to look at Endeavor. He stood tall against the sliding door, the fire on his face larger than usual. His eyes pinned Izuku where he stood, but the minute he felt Shouto lean his head against his chest, Izuku wove his hands back to their place in Shouto’s hair.

“Hey, old man. You called me? Sorry, I was busy.”

“You- making out with-! And- here! I walk in and-! SHOUTO!”

“Yes? Do get to the point, I’m in the middle of something quite important.”

Izuku still hadn’t had the courage to take his eyes off Endeavor, so he couldn’t see the face Shouto was making. If he could guess, he’d say it was the impassive face he usually had whenever he confronted someone he wasn’t scared of. That made one of them, at least. Izuku was barely breathing, in reality. His eyes never strayed from Endeavor, that’s why he could see the moment he took a deep breath and released it slowly.

“Fine. It’s nothing urgent. Have- have fun. Don’t- nevermind. Hello, Hero Deku.”

He closed the door and walked away in heavy steps, all the way down the corridor and out another sliding door with another heavy bang.

“Shouto-kun,” Izuku started slowly. He turned back and saw the top of Shouto’s head, still buried on Izuku’s chest, hidden from his view. “Do you think he…? Hm.”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” It took a minute, but Shouto finally raised his head to take a look, face unreadable, into Izuku’s eyes. “Do you want to keep pretending, then? To be my- to be with me?”

Izuku bit his lips and looked away. He honestly didn’t know if he could continue with this prank Shouto wanted to play on his dad. They had barely started with the first step of “making the old man get his head out of his ass and leave Shouto alone about his dating life” and Izuku already found himself weak and craving more. The fact he was in love with Shouto and now knew they kissed like that didn’t help. At all.

“Izuku?”

That’s all it took.

“Of course.” He turned back to Shouto with a subdued smile. “I’ll be happy to.”

“Are you sure?”

Izuku looked into Shouto’s mismatched eyes, one at a time. He couldn’t read anything in them, but he liked to think he saw a bit of hope there. He breathed slowly and ignored the fear that he was merely projecting, and nodded slowly.

Shouto nodded back at him and hid his face on Izuku’s chest once more, hugging Izuku’s waist closer. The “thank you” sounded muffled against the uniform.

Izuku played with Shouto’s hair slowly, admiring the color and the feel of it against his scarred fingers. A longing shot through him, of having this for longer than stolen, fake moments. “It’s no trouble, Shouto-kun. You’re my friend, you know I’d do anything for you.”

He only hoped they knew what they were doing.

#tododeku #tddk #todoizu #tdiz #izushou #my stuff #30 days challenge #i didn't finish betaing this and will do so when i post on ao3 #but ems said it's fine so there it is lmaooo #i just need that sweet sweet validation so i can continue writing #so as always please let me know what you think!

[shoutingdeku]

30 days challenge #5

5 - Late Night Talks

tdiz extreme fluff, tw: mentions of sex

“Shou-chan? Are you awake?”

“Hmmmm, yes.”

“Pff. Liar.”

“I was just resting my eyes.”

“Right.”

“I promise.”

“I believe you, I do.”

“...”

“...”

“I’m awake now, Izuku.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“I love your smile.”

“Who says I’m smiling?”

“I do. It’s been seven years, Shou-chan. I can tell it by now.”

“Hm. Did you wake me up just to compliment my smile?”

“So you were sleeping!”

“Just resting my eyes.”

“You’re such an old man.”

“We’re the same age, my love.”

“You’re old on the inside.”

“Tsc. Turn around, you’re in a little spoon prison now.”

“Oh nooo, Shou-chan, whatever will I do with myseeelf now. I sooo hate to be the little spooon.”

“Stop wiggling so much, it’s too late in the night to get frisky.”

“You were the one who wanted to spoon when we’re half naked. You deal with it.”

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow morning. Right now we rest our eyes like the old men we are.”

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“Fall asleep. My head is too full of thoughts.”

“If you want me to stay awake with you I’d recommend you stop massaging my hands. You know that always gets me relaxed.”

“I know. I also know that being the little spoon will make me fall asleep faster, with your arm serving as my cold pillow. But I can’t.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stop thinking about how much everything changed.”

“The world? Or us?”

“Both?”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“Not really, you know I’m quite proud of how much we’ve accomplished. It’s just…”

“There’s still so much to do?”

“Exactly. Oh God, it’s never ending, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“And it doesn’t matter how much stuff we’ve gone through and how much we’ve sacrificed, there’s still more to come.”

“You can’t keep focusing on what we lost, Izuku. Think of what we’ve won. Look at us, here. Who would have thought we’d get here?”

“I know. Sometimes I wonder what my past-self would say if I went back in time to our UA years and said ‘hey, by the way you’re not meant to be with Ochako-chan, you’re actually madly in love with Shouto.’ I bet little me would freak out.”

“Hm. I bet he would.”

“Imagine all the mumbling?”

“It would be non-stop.”

“And then if I continued ‘yeah, just wait until you suck his-”

“I said tomorrow, Izuku. Don’t get frisky.”

“Fine. Then if I continued with ‘yeah, and he’s the love of your life and you’ll marry him someday’. Then what would my past self say, you know? Would he be happy we’re so happy? Would he worry about being a hero? Have I made it? Have we? At which point can we be sure?”

“You’re the Number One Hero, Izuku.”

“Yes, but in the end that’s just a ranking, isn’t it? People still get hurt. I try my best, but…”

“But you can’t save the whole world.”

“I’ve tried a couple of times.”

“And you succeeded. But the weight is too big for you to carry alone.”

“That’s why we share it.”

“Not only us. Everyone.”

“Yeah.”

“...”

“....”

“What would you say to your past-self, Shou-chan?”

“I’d tell him something else entirely.”

“What?”

“You are not guilty of your past, but you are not a hostage of it either.”

“...”

“...”

“I like that.”

“Me too.”

“Wouldn’t you tell him about me?”

“No. He already knew.”

“What? Really?”

“I told you this before.”

“I know, but still. Wow.”

“Besides, I bet he would be the one asking if I ever had the courage to confess.”

“You didn’t. I had to do all the work.”

“Yeah, but I went along with it and said I loved you too. That counts.”

“Does it?”

“Of course it does.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I love your teasing smile, Izuku.”

“Don’t use my own compliments on me! That was for you!”

“What can I do if I love it?”

“Kiss it.”

“...”

“...”

“I would also tell my past self that reality is way better than our wet dreams.”

“Shou-chan!”

“What? I was a very imaginative teen. Daydreams too.”

“You’re impossible.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know there isn’t, but I was not the one who said we could only get frisky in the morning.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“...”

“...”

“Izuku.”

“Yeah?”

“I used to daydream a lot about how I would propose to you.”

“Oh.”

“I still do. A lot. But I think there’s not really a right time, is there? Just the right person.”

“Shou-chan. Shouto. What-”

“Unless you want there to be a right time, but I think you like this just as much as I do. Me and you, late night talking.”

“...I like this very much.”

“And it’s you and me against the world, isn’t it? We have our friends and our family, but I like to think we can share this burden together.”

“We can.”

“Izuku, are you crying?”

“No. Keep going.”

“I’m just saying… I’m just saying we could do it. Not right now, obviously. But I want to ask you right now if we can do it.”

“Then ask.”

“Okay. Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

“Okay. That’s good. Are you sure you’re not crying? I can hear sniffling.”

“Of course I’m crying.”

“Are these happy tears?”

“The happiest.”

“...”

“...”

“Izuku, I know I just said no, but how about we get frisky now?”

“Oh God, yes.”

#tododeku #todoizu #izushou #tddk fanfic #tdiz #30 days challenge #my stuff #today is thursday my dudes and im swamped with work so i just wanna do smth nice and post fic for anyone who wants to read lmao #anyway if you have the time please tell me what you thought! #this one is pure unadultered fluff #and yeah guess what they're doing whenever there's a pause in their talking #(they're kissing yep) #cuddling and kissing

[shoutingdeku]

30 days challenge #8

8 - Can’t keep hands off each other (in public)

tdiz soulmate au, villain!Shouto (Kogeru); tw: cursing (lmao katsuki’s here), mild injury (non-explicit)

Katsuki threw the newspaper on top of the kitchen counter and stared down at Izuku hard.

“You’ve got to get your shit together.”

He didn’t need to look down from Kacchan’s furious face to know what he was going to see on the front page, but he did anyway. There it was, as expected, a picture showing him and the villain Kogeru close to each other, too close for comfort, considering the circumstances. Izuku focused on his hands and how they looked, cradling Shouto’s face. On top of the counter, he closed them into fists and pretended he could still feel the soft ghost of the touch on his skin.

“He was hurt.”

Kacchan scoffed. “He’s a villain.”

Izuku turned his face and looked sideways towards the window. Outside, rain was pouring and making it hard to see the night outside. It looked almost as gloomy as he felt.

“He’s my soulmate.”

“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”

Izuku kept quiet, too weary and tired of their ongoing discussion. It wasn’t the first time, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. It had been an accident, when he first told Kacchan about the fact they were soulmates. Coincidentally, it had also been because of the first time they made it to the front page, with Izuku holding Kogeru’s arm as he jumped them both out of harm’s way. That particular day, Shouto had been helping him against another villain, but instead the newspapers focused on what they looked like at that moment: the unexpected camaraderie between a villain and the number one hero. When Kacchan had barged inside his apartment and asked him what the fuck was he thinking, Izuku replied that ‘wow, Kacchan, please do come in, you look great in blue, is that a new haircut?’. And from that, was history. 

He guessed he still had the terrible habit of confiding his biggest secrets to Kacchan.

“Did you let him escape this time again?”

Izuku stopped to think about it. Did he? If he was honest, he didn’t try as hard as he could to bring Shouto in these days. Not when they were fighting, and definitely when they weren’t. They had struck up a fragile truce, one where they would only think of heroism and villainy when they were on opposite ends of a fight. If that wasn’t the case, then they were just themselves: Izuku and Shouto. If he was being honest, although he promised himself and Kacchan he wouldn’t let things get out of hand, he no longer had control over how he saw Kogeru and Shouto. To him, they were one and the same. And to him, they were the man he was vainly trying not to fall in love with.

“He managed to escape.”

Kacchan let out a frustrated groan. “How the fuck are you the number one hero? I can’t fucking believe I lost to you.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“I don’t particularly feel very nice right now, Izuku.” He tapped the image with two fingers. “Look at this shit. It looks like a romance novel. You gotta at least pretend. Keep your hands to yourself.”

Izuku didn’t have the courage to reply or defend himself, so he just shrugged, small. He probably looked like a kid being lectured. Hell, he felt like one. For once, he didn’t have any fight in him to go against Kacchan, and chose instead to keep quiet.

“You should know better.”

Shrug.

“Fuck you, Izuku. Fucking tell me something.”

“If it had been Kirishima, would you have let him go?” Izuku surprised himself by how fast he spouted that out, defiant gaze set on Kacchan. 

“Kirishima’s not a fucking villain.”

“And if he was?”

“He’s not.”

“So you see my point and now you don’t want to concede to it.”

They stayed looking at each other, waiting to see who would give in first. The silence didn’t help with the tension, nor did Katsuki’s scowl. There was nothing new to Izuku, not when it came to them and how many times they have antagonized each other, but the subject left him raw and exposed. He stood his ground until Kacchan scoffed once more and muttered what looked like a curse and his old nickname. Izuku considered that a win.

They silently chose to drop the subject and proceed with their dinner. The mood wasn’t the best still, not when the newspaper stayed open and staring at them like an intruder, but Izuku tried his best to enjoy the little free time they had. It had been too long since he managed to catch up, just the two of them without Kirishima or Iida or Ochako.

“By the way,” Kacchan started as they cleaned the dishes, “I’m going to propose.”

Izuku blinked in surprise, before grinning as hard as his face allowed him. “Kacchan! That’s amazing! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. That’s why I need you to get your shit together, I can’t have my best man fucking up before my big day.”

Izuku laughed. “Kirishima still hasn’t said yes. Wait, nor have I!”

“Are you saying you won’t be my best man?”

“Well, no, of course not, it’d be a pleasure-”

“So there’s that on that.”

“And Kirishima?”

Kacchan just gave him a look that spoke a million words. Right. Of course he would say yes, they were crazy for each other and they were each other’s soulmates.

“I’m kind of emotional right now,” Izuku confessed, his eyes a bit watery.

“Fucking nerd.” Kacchan smiled, all sharp teeth.

It didn’t take them long to part ways, Kacchan leaving with a last warning to ‘get your shit together, Izuku, or I’ll handle that good for nothing myself’ and finishing with a softer ‘at least keep your hands to your fucking self, for fuck’s sake’. Izuku smiled, complacent, and let him go with a last goodbye and a good luck he was sure Kacchan wouldn’t need. 

He closed the door and rested his forehead against it, head lost in thoughts. It didn’t take too long until he heard the window opening softly, the noise of the rain and of wet steps loud in the room.

“I thought he would never leave.”

Shouto’s voice raised goosebumps on Izuku’s spine and he turned with a cautious gaze. He shouldn’t let it show his eagerness, how happy he was just to hear his voice and see his face. In front of him, Shouto stood, soaking wet from the rain outside. Drops ran down from his long, white hair to his usual dark clothes, the blue of his eyes a striking point of color against the red of his scar and the white of his face as he took the mask off. 

“How long have you been waiting?” Izuku cursed how hopeful his voice sounded, desperate for any hint he wasn’t the only one in too deep.

Shouto continued to just stare at him instead of answering. His finger was still hooked on the mask, exposing the skin of his neck for Izuku to sneak a look at. It didn’t help his resolve.

“Long enough. I still don’t understand how you two are friends.”

Izuku smiled ruefully and took a step closer. “We have known each other since we were little, you know that. Besides, I think you would get along well if, you know. Things were different.”

Shouto hummed in reply. Izuku waited for their usual argument about Shouto’s disposition, but when he didn’t elaborate, Izuku privately thanked the heavens and instead offered him a towel.

“No, it’s ok. I can just-” he closed his eyes and soon enough steam started to rise from his clothes. Izuku watched, fascinated. A little thrill always arose inside him whenever he saw Shouto’s fire quirk in action, although he rarely saw the fire itself, just the side effects of a temperature rise. It was always like this, private moments and never in public. Izuku cherished these moments, the trust that had come with the time they’ve been having these secret encounters of just them -- the people they were, not the roles they played outside of Izuku’s four walls.

It’s been about six months now since he first learned Shouto had a dual quirk, and even longer since they had started with their secret encounters. For all this time, Izuku couldn’t help his glee whenever Shouto showed up and shared more of himself with him.

If Izuku were honest, he’d say glee wasn’t enough to cover the whole spectrum of feelings he had whenever he saw Shouto like that, standing in his living room as if he fit there. But tonight had been a night of many cowardices, and he will allow himself one more.

“There.” Shouto sighed. “All better.”

He took his coat off and shrugged it on the kitchen counter, besides the newspaper. He didn’t ask what it was. Instead, he grabbed it with soft hands and watched the front page for quite some time before looking back at Izuku with a raised eyebrow.

“Kacchan says I- we, well, I should take more caution when. You know. Out.”

“Ah.”

He looked back at the newspaper and Izuku chose that moment to step closer, softly. He noticed Shouto didn’t flinch anymore whenever he approached him when he was distracted with something else.

“This isn’t very good for your reputation, Hero Deku.”

“I don’t particularly care, Shouto.”

Shouto hummed once more and turned the page, looking for the rest of the story. Izuku had already done that earlier, on his own copy way before Kacchan had entered his apartment. He knew the story inside on page 5 would talk about Kogeru and his streak of villainy, of Deku’s years of public service, and how these two didn’t match up to the image they made and how they looked like on the photo. Besides the story, there would be another picture, this time of them standing in front of each other with their quirk activated, looking exactly like a villain and a hero should look like when confronting each other. The writer would then go off asking what happened that had Hero Deku so close to a villain lately, being photographed more and more besides Kogeru, either fighting alongside him against another villain or helping him out of harm's way.  

Izuku pushed the newspaper softly out of Shouto’s hand and dropped it on the kitchen counter, praying Shouto’s eyes hadn’t been fast enough to see the passage where the writer wondered what did their touching mean and what if the Hero had something else in mind about the villain.

“Shouto-kun. How are you feeling?”

“I told you already, it was nothing.”

“You were bleeding quite a lot.” Izuku whispered, voice a touch too worried. He couldn’t help himself, not when the thought of seeing Shouto get hurt made him sick -- always had. He raised his hand and let his fingers graze the edge of the bandages on the side of his forehead.

“That’s very common for head wounds, you know that. Doesn’t mean they were particularly damaging.”

“Good.” Izuku sighed, then let his hand fall down to his side. Shouto still wore his shoes inside and there was a puddle of water on the floor, but Izuku couldn’t care less, not when he had him again in front of him: just Shouto, not Kogeru this time. Or were they the same? Izuku couldn't stop himself from remembering the two were one and the same, and both were the sum of what made him Izuku’s soulmate. He couldn’t separate them any more than he could stop lo-

“Have you eaten already? I think we have some left over.”

“It’s fine.” Shouto reached out and touched Izuku’s hand. “May I…?”

Izuku smiled, resigned. Shouto always asked permission, since the first time, and he didn’t think he would change. 

“Of course.”

Shouto leaned down and kissed him softly, lips still too warm against Izuku’s mouth.

In another life, they wouldn’t have to worry about making the front page just from touching each other. In another life, Kacchan would have barged in their house and declared he would marry Kirishima and so help him, they better be his best men. In another life, Izuku could think about his own proposal and how handsome Shouto would look in a suit. A dark blue one, perhaps.

But in this life, all Izuku could do was reach out and touch Shouto softly, and hope he wouldn’t burn himself in regret.

#30 days challenge #tododeku #tddk fic #todoizu #izushou #i hate tagging #also villain kogeru is back yay #ideally there would be one or two other stories within this universe but uhhh who knows when i'll write them #anyway please let me know what you think as always!! #and i'm only posting this like a month later cuz i'm on vacationsss and i cannnn and i have 0 shame #it's a 30 day challenge i just didn't say WHICH 30 days they would be lol #my stuff

[shoutingdeku]

30 day challenge #4

4 - Walking hand-in-hand

tdiz hero work, tw: mild scare/violence/hurt (that’s hero work for you)

Midoriya’s heart squeezed on his chest when he saw the building collapse. He knew for a fact that’s where Todoroki was.

“You should pay attention to where the fight is, not-”

He didn’t let the villain finish. Blood pumped in his ears and in his veins so fast he felt deaf, his sole focus was his blackwhip and the speed on his feet. Seconds later, the villain was down on the floor. 

Noise filtered in his ears again and when he looked to his side he saw the crowd gathered around, media and civilians watching the action. On the other side of the debris, he saw a sidekick with what he knew to be a restricting quirk.

“Please take care of her.” Izuku nodded towards the villain then took off, as fast as possible to find Todoroki. A voice on the back of his mind reminded him he should keep his composure to avoid panic from the crowd, but as he watched the destroyed pile where the building and Todoroki used to be, he felt that keeping his calm was the least of his priorities.

“Shouto!” Izuku yelled, running around to find any breaching where he could look below the fallen building. “Shouto! Shouto!”

“Hero Deku,” someone called him from the side, and he turned to see Jirou looking at him with apprehension. “I hear noises coming from his side. Can you help us lift it?”

Midoriya took a breath and nodded. Right. He was a professional. He gathered his wits and looked at the people around to form the best plan possible for a quick extraction.

It was less than three tense minutes, although they felt so much longer to Izuku, until they found the peak of what looked like a huge ice dome. He turned to Jirou and asked her what she could hear from it.

“There’s a lot of echo, but I can hear Shouto’s voice.” She smiled back at him, relieved.

Midoriya took a deep breath. “Thank you, Earphone Jack.”

“Let’s get him out.”

There was quick work, and then it was safe enough to break the peak of the dome. 

“We have to do this quickly. I bet it must be too cold inside it.” Midoriya mumbled to himself. He saw Mina approaching him from the side and turned to her. “Alien Queen, can you-”

“On it!” She called, for once serious. She used her acid on the ice top with slow movements, making sure the melted pieces didn’t destabilize the remaining rubble held up by the ice. Soon enough there was a melted hole and Midoriya jumped to the top to look inside. He was relieved to see Todoroki already looking back at him.

“You took your time, Hero.”

Midoriya choked on a weak laugh, relief pouring through him. “There was a villain to defeat first.”

Todoroki smiled at him softly, then turned his gaze away to his companions, speaking softly and what sounded like reassuring words. Only then did Midoriya register that there were about 20 people laying inside the ice dome, all of them hunched close to Todoroki’s fireside. He had it lit in an ongoing fire, to warm himself up and the others. Midoriya knew he must be exhausted, but nothing on his face or voice let it show. He looked nothing short of the sort of hero he always said he wanted to be.

Midoriya called on their rescue specialist, a sidekick from Jirou’s agency. It wasn’t long and then the sidekick and Midoriya had jumped in and out, all 20 people safe and on their way to the ambulances.

Then, there were two. 

Midoriya jumped inside the dome, just in time for Todoroki to diminish his fire to a one sided crown of flames.

“You scared me.” He approached him slowly, mindful of his steps on the uneven floor.

“All this time, and you still worry.”

“I’ll always worry.” Midoriya replied, softly. He reached for Shouto’s face, holding the half that wasn't on fire. He watched mollified as his lover nuzzled into his gloves with eyes closed. “How are you? Are you hurt?”

“I’ve bruised ribs and my hips hurt. Other than that, I’m fine.” Shouto opened his eyes to look at Izuku, a searching look on his face. “You?”

“I’m fine. I was more worried about you.”

“You should worry about yourself too.” 

That was an old argument they had, about caring for themselves as much as they cared for each other. 

“I wasn’t the one who had a collapsed building on top of me.”

Todoroki huffed, his breath forming a cloud in front of him. “Touché.”

Midoriya lowered his hand until he grasped Todoroki around the waist. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

He waited until Todoroki was holding onto his shoulders, as comfortable as possible considering his bruises. Once he nodded his okay, Midoriya jumped out of the dome and back into the action, steps noisy when they landed on top of the debris. 

From the other side of the street, they heard a loud cheer. When they looked up, they saw the news helicopter flying nearby where they stood, cameraman pointing towards them.

Todoroki let go of Midoriya slowly, eyes focused on the camera. “It’s not everyday they see us working together, is it?”

“No.” Midoriya agreed, eyes focused on Todoroki’s profile.

“Huh.” Todoroki grasped his hand. “Let’s give them what they want.”

He grasped Midoriya’s hand and lifted it. The cheers grew louder, a buzz that echoed inside Midoriya. The sight wasn’t the best one, full of destruction all around them and a huddle of civilians and a couple of heroes where the ambulances were. But between all the noise and the confusion, there they were. Current Heroes Number One and Two of Japan, hand in hand in victory of a job well done.

“Do you think this is enough?”

“No,” Todoroki shook his head. He lowered their hands slowly and looked at Midoriya. “Not yet. But we’ll keep doing our best.”

Midoriya smiled back at him and laced their fingers together. “We will.”

They walked down the destroyed building and towards the ambulances, still hand-in-hand.

#tododeku #todoizu #izushou #tddk fanfic #tdiz #30 days challenge #my stuff #let's pretend today is still the 6th so i'm like just 2 days late lmao #i'll post day 5 later too #as always please let me know what you think! #and yes i had many ideas for this one but i wanted to go for a good old hero work scene #just to soothe the heart

[shoutingdeku]

30 day challenge #3

3 - Spooning for warmth

Tdiz zombie apocalypse AU, tw: zombie apocalypse, guns

“Do you think they’re gone?” Izuku whispered, crouched low beside Todoroki.

Todoroki moved slowly, gun in one hand, to look out of the dirty living room window. They were currently hidden away inside an old, abandoned apartment which was still full of family pictures and dusty furniture. 

While waiting for Todoroki’s reply, Midoriya focused on the portrait he could see on the corner of the furniture he was leaning against. There were four happy faces looking back at him, all smiles. There was also blood on the corner of the glass portrait. He looked away, dreading to think what could have happened to the family that used to live here.

“It’s been a couple of hours now and I see no movement. I think they’re gone.”

They. Zombies. It’d been five months into the zombie apocalypse and Izuku still found it hard to believe it was happening at all.

“Let's rummage through their pantry and see if we find anything.”

They found some canned food to add to their supplies. Todoroki had been the one to find a can of lychees, a rare treat these days. He offered the whole can to Izuku with a kind smile, mentioning how much he knew Izuku must miss eating something sweet. Izuku gratefully accepted the can, and savored it like a starving man.  

In return, Izuku found a packet of soba shoved at the very back of the pantry. He checked the expiration date and when he found it was on the safe side, he happily offered it to Todoroki.

“Are you sure? I can cook for both of us.”

“No, I think I’m full with my lychees already.” He smiled at Todoroki. “Please enjoy it yourself, You’re the one who said you missed eating cold soba the most.”

“Thank you, Midoriya. It always amazes me how kind you are.”

Sometimes, when Izuku stopped pretending he wasn’t lonely, and was terribly tempted to finally confess to his friend, he wondered if Todoroki could ever return his feelings. The look Todoroki gave him at that moment only added to his ever growing hope. 

He looked away, well aware he was blushing. Todoroki had been a great roommate back in the old life because of how earnest he was. Now, in the middle of the apocalypse, it could be overwhelming. 

“It’s the least I could do after the, uh,” he lifted the can still in his hand, his other hand automatically going to scratch the back of his growing hair. “So. Thank you.”

They fell into a comfortable silence while Todoroki cooked his dinner. Their guns lay on the kitchen counter, always close by. They were silent while they moved, Todoroki on the oven and Izuku idly looking into the cabinets, pocketing whatever might be useful later.

“Todoroki, look,” Midoriya called. When he had his attention, he lifted a pair of scissors. “How about that haircut?”

Todoroki lifted a hand to his own hair, fingers trailing where it lay at shoulder length. “I kind of like how it is, now. Do you want me to-”

“No, no, I like it a lot too.”

It was only after Midoriya interrupted Todoroki that he realized what he had said. He turned away and shoved the scissors deep in his bag pocket, hoping Todoroki had understood he meant he liked his own hair so long and not Todoroki’s.

God, there were many reasons a zombie apocalypse was a disaster. Running away and hiding with the man he had been in love with for the last couple of years took the cherry on top, though.

They didn’t talk much after that, used to having to be silent. Instead, when the food was ready they moved to the living room and sat on the couch as far away from the window as possible, guns at the ready and eyes at the door. 

Midway through his food, Todoroki offered his soba to Izuku, sticks raised high and full. However, when Midoriya opened his mouth to deny it, he shoved the food in his mouth. Izuku pouted and ate slowly, grateful for the salty and savoury taste on his lips to counter the sweet, but even more grateful for the self-satisfied look Todoroki had. Fucking hell, Izuku loved him.

It didn’t take long for them to finish their food. Izuku went ahead to check any and all exits while Todoroki moved through his nightly hygiene routine and then they switched places, always double checking for their own safety. Once secure and clean, they moved to Izuku’s own favorite nightmare: bed time.

“Where’s your gun?” Todoroki asked, voice close and husky against Midoriya’s ear as he settled next to him on the ground. Because of past scares, they now lay below the bed instead of on top of it,  laying all the bedding down to soften the floor where they cuddled close for warmth. 

It had been desperation and cold that had made them first cuddle to sleep, but now Izuku pressing his back against Shouto’s chest was a part of their nightly routine too. Shouto’s arm below his head working as a pillow, his other arm encircling Izuku’s waist and grasping his hand onto his tightly. Among all of the things to worry about, Izuku was well aware that not being able to sleep in Shouto's arms or holding him was one of the things he feared the most.

“Right here.” He whispered back, grasping his gun with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Todoroki’s. There was too much to protect. He couldn’t allow himself to jeopardize any of it. Them.

“Good. Goodnight, Midoriya.”

“Goodnight, Todoroki.”

That night, when Midoriya dreamt, he dreamt of their old house. The apartment is full of light streaming in, in a walking distance from their university. It smells of Todoroki’s old cologne and feels just as soft as the old sofa where they had spent countless hours watching movies and talking.

That night, when their dream versions kissed, it tasted like soba and lychees.

#this one is my fave one so far #and it was written for ems of course!!! #also happy 3rd of halloween #tododeku #todoizu #izushou #tddk fic #my stuff #30 day challenge #btw i was totally listening to early sunsets over monroeville when I wrote this lmao #as always please let me know what you think!

[shoutingdeku]

30 day challenge #2

2 - Reunion hug

TodoIzu mild angst with fluff, tw: afterlife

The Afterlife was a bit disappointing so far. There was no pearly white gate, no big ghost party, no explanation for the meaning of life.

But then again, Izuku thought it was much better to be where he was, wherever that was, than haunting his own tomb or simply disappearing. For one, he was pretty sure he wasn’t buried beside his mom or All Might, and he’d already been able to visit both of them here.

Wins and losses, really. He’ll focus on the wins.

There was a path, though. Izuku slowly made his way through it, not really sure where it was leading, but hopeful of where it’d end.

It seemed too long, but also not, and soon enough he saw a house by the corner of the path. As he opened the door he was all too familiar with, he smiled with the surety that his biggest win was yet to come.

“I’m home,” he called out, ready to hear the voice he’d been most longing for.

“You’re late,” Shouto replied as he made his way to meet Izuku at the door of their house - the one they had lived together their whole life. It felt like walking into a memory, one of many or all of them together at once, to see Shouto so young again, his face content as he looked back at Izuku. If Izuku could bet, he’d say Shouto looks about the same age he was when they married.

“Should I have died earlier?” He laughed.

“No,” that’s definitely a pout. “But even Katsuki is up here already. I missed you.”

Izuku smiled fondly. It took them a long time to get to the point where Shouto could so easily express his feelings like that. “I missed you too, Shouto. So much.”

They moved at once, longing to feel the other close once more. Their arms moved almost on their own, eager to hold, hold, and hold onto the other. Their bodies fit together, as if they remembered where home was, even after all this time.

Izuku buried his face onto Shouto’s neck, his arms squeezing Shouto just once, just to remind both of them it was real. Shouto squeezed back, his face tucked into Izuku’s hair, finger’s tight on the back of his neck and waist as they allowed this moment for themselves.

“You have no idea how bad those couple of years were. Living without you is no life at all.” The attempted joke fell flat as he choked up, and then he was sobbing, holding on to Shouto harder, to make up for all the days he could not.

“It’s okay, Izuku,” Shouto whispered. “I’m here.”

That felt like the biggest win of them all.

#tododeku #todoizu #izushou #aka reunion hug at the afterlife #bc that's where my brain went #tbh this is extremely cliche but anyway #let me know what you think! #my stuff #tddk #tdiz #tddk fic #30 day challenge

[shoutingdeku]

30 days challenge #7

7 - Surprise(s)

tdiz villain!Shouto x pro hero!Izuku + surprise trope; tw: violence, injuries (none too explicit), alcohol (they’re adults, come on)

Izuku woke up with a start, only to find the villain Kogeru sitting down on the other side of the room. Somehow, he had a bottle of something that looked very alcoholic in his hands. 

He didn’t look down from the ceiling as Izuku sat up. The only movement he did was to bring the bottle to his lips and down again. Izuku noticed he was holding it with his cold hand -- his quirk must come in handy in times like these. Pun intended.

“Last time you tried to kidnap me, it was a little bit fancier than an empty warehouse.”

No reaction, just another sip. Izuku didn’t fool himself thinking Kogeru didn’t pay attention to every little move Izuku made.

They’ve been around each other for years now. Ever since Izuku had first helped Endeavor against an attack from Kogeru’s rogue attempts, but it was only made worse after Izuku earned the spot as number one Hero. Izuku remembers that day well. He’d barely made it out of the event, having just started on his way home before going out to celebrate with friends and there was an ice wall coming his way for him to break through. As usual, Kogeru hid behind his long hair and the mask that hid the lower half of his face. The burnt scar was visible as always, as well as his blazing eyes. Izuku wondered which of the two was the inspiration for his name: Kogeru, to be burned. Maybe it was just from his quirk. Ice burned just as much as fire.

He had a vendetta against heroes, that much was obvious to Izuku. Kogeru didn’t attack civilians, only hero society, and Endeavor most of all. Yet somehow, in the frenzy of his attacks, Izuku became a target as well. More often than not he found himself on the ending side of an ice wall, or of caustic words about the worth of a number one hero, or kidnapped from the middle of a fight against the villain Dabi and tied up in a hotel room.

“How long was I out?” He asked, nonchalant. When there was no answer, he tried again. “Was it that long you had the time to stop by a convenience store? Did you pay for it? I hope you paid for it.”

Still no answer, but Izuku could see there was a small tug to his lips. Somewhere along their journey, Izuku had developed the terrible custom of trying to raise a reaction from Kogeru. More often than not, he just pointed out how much he cared. It was unusual, these days, to have a villain that cared so much. 

Sometimes, in the deepest hours of the night, Izuku wondered if he was also part of the things Kogeru cared about, but pretended he didn’t. There was too much hurt in his face for him to be anyone but a deeply wounded person, desperate for help and lashing out in the only way he could. Izuku found himself in the middle of it too many times for him not to be someone Kogeru cared about, one way or another. 

On his part, Izuku had grown the unhealthiest fixation. His friends worried about him and always called him out when he started on one of his rants, or one of his deep night researches, but he honestly couldn’t help himself. He had no way of knowing who Kogeru was, not even when he tried to pull strings and reach out to contacts he’d acquired during his hero career. It didn’t help that the only things Izuku had to identify him were the burnt scar, the ice quirk and his rage.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was hyper aware of the sounds, waiting for any movement from the villain, but nothing came. They stood in too long a silence, enough for Izuku to fall into a doze as he gathered as much information as he could. The hardness of the ground under his palms, the dripping of water from a pipe nearby. The lack of traffic noises from the neighborhood, as well as the dusty smell of a space closed for too long.

Absolutely nothing gave a clue as to why they were there, sitting on the floor of a warehouse in the middle of the night and in complete silence. At least Kogeru had brought a drink for himself. Izuku wondered if it was too bad to ask for a sip for himself.

He opened his eyes again and stared. In front of him, Kogeru stared back, partially hidden by the dark, partially liten by the moonlight.

“Why are we here?”

He took another sip. Izuku licked his lips in thirst.

It was clear he wouldn’t get any answers from him. Instead, he traced back to what little he could remember. He was sure he didn’t have a concussion, but his head still felt too heavy from the hit he took. They had been fighting again. Izuku had shown up in the middle of a shitshow, where Kogeru stood in the middle, ice partially covering his face and hand from too much use. Around them, there was an ice fortress, with towers and towers of pure ice glistening around in vengeance. As always, miraculously, no civilians were hurt. In the middle, a group of heroes stood their ground in fear. Kogeru’s voice boomed as he screamed and wondered “and who watches the heroes? Who makes sure they’re accountable for their actions?”

Somedays, Izuku wondered the same. Instead, he ran towards Kogeru and punched his way through the ice wall he instinctively threw towards him. It was obvious he was already on his edge, his movements lacked the usual sureness and grace. Izuku knew that made him more dangerous, but still he persisted, wondering if that would be the time they’d finally manage to get him and give Izuku the answers he desperately needed. Maybe that would be the beginning of the healing Kogeru needed.

Izuku rarely saw things go his way, but that definitely took the cherry on top of a cake of failed expectations. Waking up on the floor of an abandoned building in the middle of the night while the villain watched him sleep. At least Izuku now remembered how he’d ended up knocked out.

“Is this your way of thanking me? From saving your life, I mean.” Izuku smiled when he noticed the pinched look Kogeru threw him. “It’s okay. I’m a hero. That’s what heroes do.”

Kogeru pursed his lips and looked sideways, obviously displeased. Izuku bit his lips, trying to stop himself from grinning.

“Don’t pout. But I’m afraid I’ll have to get up soon and fight you, drunk or not. We do have to bring you in one of these days, you know. Your speech causes unrest and your ice is always a hassle to melt. More often than not we have to call End-”

“Don’t say his name.”

Ah. Izuku finally grinned. There it was. That voice.

“Why not?”

He looked back at Izuku, a different fire on his eyes now. Izuku’s smile fell. Right. Pain and hurt and rage, the obvious formula for a villain such as Kogeru.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“You slipped on my ice and broke my wall. It came crashing down on us.”

“And?”

“And… you reached out to me… and…”

Izuku nodded. “You’re welcome. I don’t want to see you hurt.” Or dead. 

His life was already complicated enough, Izuku figured. Both their lives, really. He didn’t want to add the weight of that regret to it. He sighed and wondered how to get them both out of that mess. If there was any easy way.

“Hero Deku.”

Izuku snapped his eyes back up to see Kogeru getting up slowly, his eyes fixed on him. He thought about getting up too, but there was nothing menacing about Kogeru's movements. If anything, he sounded cautious, his movements slow to show he didn’t pose a threat. Izuku stood his guard, wary of his head, but ready for anything that could come his way.

Kogeru walked slowly, the bottle held loose in his hand. There was a gait to his pace, as if he was also hurt and hiding it as best as he could. Too bad Izuku noticed anyway. 

It didn’t take long for him to be within Izuku’s range. He kneeled slowly in front of him and held the bottle for Izuku to see. Before he reached out, curious as he was, Kogeru opened his mouth again:

“Hero Deku. What color is this bottle?”

Izuku frowned, the most confused he’d been since he woke up. That question had come as a surprise. Much like everyone else, Izuku was colorblind to particular colors, and would stay that way until he touched his soulmate.

“It’s green. Why do you ask?”

“I couldn’t have known that, not until earlier today.”

Izuku was about to reply, but another thing caught his attention and made him stop.

Blue. Kogeru watched impassively as Izuku registered the meaning of his words, and his left eye was blue.

Oh. 

That… that complicated things.

Izuku reached out for the bottle and took it slowly up to his mouth, watching as Kogeru watched him back. He took a sip, slow and burning down his throat. 

#tododeku #tddk #todoizu #tdiz #izushou #my stuff #30 days challenge #ok i didn't finish fixing this one either so i have many parts to fix #but hey at least im posting something?? gimme a break i got like 3 fics i'm currently writing plus this challenge #and rewriting the bits is always the most complicated part you know??? #anyway when i post it on ao3 it'll be top notch for now it's the almost finished version #anyway please let me know if you like it!!! i love this universe and i'm writing more days of the challenge for this one

[shoutingdeku]

i sure as fuck hope i'm not inconvenient with my tagging it's just because i'm very passionate and sometimes i just gotta let it all out

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