boku no hero academia masterlist !
⋆ midoriya izuku
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⋆ bakugo katsuki
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⋆ todoroki shoto
↳ TWENTY-SIX MONTHS — baby daddy!todoroki shoto x fem!reader
Before Todoroki Shoto came Pro Hero Shoto. You would be a fool to think he would pick the first before the other. You would be a fool to think that you, a citizen with no name, could ever stand by his side.
⋆ tenya ida
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⋆ kaminari denki
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⋆ kirishima eijiro
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⋆ hanta sero
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⋆ shinso hitoshi
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⋆ monoma neito
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⋆ tamaki amajiki
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⋆ yo shindo
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⋆ aizawa shota
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⋆ yagi toshinori
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⋆ takami keigo
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⋆ shigaraki tomura
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⋆ todoroki dabi
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Sweet steamy touch
Summary: Dabi slowly realizes how much he's come to care for you while cuddling.
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He owed you one. And in this world that takes away more than it ever gives, Dabi knows he can't carry debt with someone so carelessly. So that's why he's letting you do this.
You're holding him tight against you, laying on the bed on your side, your head resting over his chest, near his shoulder. One of your hands draws tiny circles over his pectoral stitches.
Dabi's pressing one hand on your lower back while the other stands tucked underneath his head for comfort. You're squirming with his heat. It's delicious, you assure him. Feels good.
"A bit more… just a bit hotter," you ask, snuggling further on him.
"A bit hotter and I'll burn your spine," Dabi retorts.
"I don't mind. I can take a little burn," you jest.
Dabi scoffs, but he grants.
The sweet sensation of heat in your bones makes you whimper. Dabi looks away when he catches himself too absorbed in your expression of contentment.
A part of him does not get it. He stinks, doesn't he? He's rotting alive, isn't he? Dabi doesn't know how's that you don't mind about such things, although, more often than not, he finds himself pleased about it.
"Don't get too comfy there," he warns, "this will last the same you took to patch me up last night. It's ending soon."
It had to. The more moments like this passed between you, the less able Dabi felt to push you away.
"Come on, my back is killing me today," you whine, "besides, I spent almost three hours patching you up."
"How long do you think we've been here, doll?" Dabi asks you, amused.
Doll. The nickname started as something meant to be condescending, mean: a word to reduce you to nothing more than a pretty face. Now, Dabi isn't sure it holds the same meaning anymore.
"We've been here for that long?" You motion up, startled.
Dabi's grip over your body stiffened suddenly, holding you in place, "It's not over yet."
You quirked a brow. "Oh? Seems like someone wants to keep doing 'nuisance quirky stuff,' " you tease.
"Keep doing? Nah, I just wanna make sure you take the payback till it ends."
You laugh as you give him a taunting look, nothing out of your daily banter, yet this time his heart flutters.
You snuggle back onto him as your hand goes to pet his hair, "I like you, Dabi," you whisper with a tiny smile.
He doesn't know why, but it gives him a fucked up, nonsensical hope that if you like Dabi, perhaps you could understand Touya.
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