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todoroki-waifu · 9 months

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Todoroki x F! Reader

Warnings: Everyone is aged up appropriately! Mentions of alcohol and female reader.

Scenario: Drunk confessions.

Word Count: 773

Genre: Fluff

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"Happy birthday, Mina!" The entire class 1A was gathered at Hagakure's house, throwing a surprise party for the pink hero. It had been so long since everyone gathered together so it was nice seeing everyone at the same time.

However, you were glad that you and Todoroki continued to see each other often even after graduating from UA. It was hard getting everyone to one location due to conflicting schedules.

You always hung out with the half and half hero at least two or three times a week, especially on Fridays and weekends. You both would exchange texts frequently as well.

Todoroki wasn’t the only one you closely connected with after UA, but he was different. You had the biggest crush on your close friend. It was so hard to read him so you could never determine if he returned those feelings.

Ah, if only you knew the truth.

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"You okay, Todoroki-kun?" The half and half hero directs his gaze towards his green haired friend.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was. . .distracted." He sips on his beverage, Midoriya looking towards where Todoroki was focused on. He sees you talking with Tsuyu, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Iida, most likely catching up with the four. He looks back at his friend after hearing him sigh quietly. Todoroki had his cup to his lips becoming distracted again by your laugh.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Midoriya asks, fully aware of his feelings for you.

"No, not yet. I'm not sure how to approach it nor am I sure of her feelings for me." Todoroki lowers his cup, his slightly sad gaze directed downwards.

"I-I'm sure she feels the same! You two are pretty close, huh? She's not really like that with anyone else. Besides, if she wasn't that comfortable with you, she would've said something."

"I suppose."

"But no pressure, Todoroki-kun! C'mon, let's just enjoy and see what everyone else is up to." Midoriya knew how madly in love both of you were with one another.

He had been harboring this secret for quite some time and it has been killing him. He promised both of you to not say a word but it was so awkward being in the middle. He just wanted his two friends to be happy!

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A couple hours have passed by and you were enjoying everyone's company despite it being a little loud. But you didn't mind. It was filled with joy, laughter, and some good music.

You and Todoroki found yourselves in the kitchen, taking a celebratory shot with the birthday girl. Once she finishes her drink, she leaves to find Hagakure and Jirou.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna need a break." Todoroki hears you say and he glances over to you, seeing your face more flushed than usual. You had both your hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. He could also feel his own face increasing in temperature, but it was more due to how cute you looked rather than the alcohol.

Your adorable pout, the blush across your face, and the cute expressions you made in reaction to something made him weak. He diverted his thoughts back to your comment, not wanting to get caught staring.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course! I'm with Todoroki, Shouto, the best person in the whole, wide world and my biggest crush!"

"E-excuse me? Crush?"

"Mhm! I love Todoroki, Shouto! He's the sweetest, kindest, and most handsomest man I know. He's also really smart and an amazing hero. I love watching him fight, but I hate it at the same time because I get really sad when he gets hurt. But he's so cool when he goes whoosh with his right arm and them bop with his other. He's just so.. so perfect!" You giggled to yourself.

"Is he now? Sounds like a good guy."

"He's the greatest! But you can't tell anyone, okay?" You held up a finger on the tip of your nose and lips, trying to enforce how important that your secret stays quiet.

"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me." He chuckles, attempting to control the smile that was trying to stretch across his entire face. He then sees you fanning yourself and immediately grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge. He opens it for you and advises you to take a sip.

Once you were hydrated and the drunken fog was fading, you realized that your thoughts had escaped from your lips. As soon as Todoroki sees a mix of horror and realization in your eyes, he quickly leans close to your ear.

"Don't worry, I heard Todoroki loves you, too.”

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bakubunny · 3 months

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do you think shouta has a hair pulling kink?

🐈

do i think?? no i’m positive, yes he has one.

aizawa loves having his hair pulled, pulling yours. he can’t get enough of that shuddery feeling in his body when his head is between your legs or he’s got you on your back. he gets a similar feeling when he grips your hair and tugs. the heavy groan on your lips and the way you clench down harder makes his head spin.

#aizawa shouta #x reader #bnh smut #on fridays we share with the class #🐈 anon

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kaills · 2 days

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Star Shine ✨

Star Shine, Lyra Danvers, is an American transfer student at UA class 1-A. Her mother is a pro hero from America but was offered a job at UA as a Science/Biology teacher, so Lyra also transferred to the school. Her quirk is - Star Beam

She can shoot bright color energy bursts from her hands to use in combat. If she has enough energy she can shoot a giant beam of energy but this will tire her out if used too much.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Okay hi, it's my first time asking something (and it probably won't be the last), but could you write a lil something about Kai having a goth/punk S/O, like they have tattoos, that typical gothic look, and collect weird trinkets/bones (or even do taxidermy themselves). Like maybe they try to convince him to participate in their spooky shenanigans, like going to a cemetery with a lil ghost hunting kit, or even trying to get him to go to a haunted house during Halloween?

Anyway I love your account, keep up the great work! <3

Welcome! And thank you so much for complimenting the things I do in here ^^

Man is unbothered by most things except germs and heroes so being on a cemetery is child's play comparing tk what this guy does does his father boss approval.

Probably will go along with you if you beg enough... and he will be covered up from head to toe. Just in case no dirt gets on him.

But that doesn't mean he always accept though... due to his lil problem with germs.

Also, he doesn't believe in ghosts so excuse him if he straight up tells you that. He really enjoys how you share your own hobbies with him and almost desires you do it more often. Really, but he doesn't see the fun on hunting something that, for him, doesn't exist.

This guy is the type to believe something only seeing it.

Cue Kai almost fanting if he ever sees a ghost

The haunted house idea will probably work more with him. But... you don't know whether to be disappointed or not when this guy doesn't blink.

Although there was one time when some worker of the house touched on his shoulder and Chisaki actually shrieked and flinched so hard you had a laughing fit before going to stop him from overhauling the poor teenager before it was too late.

And no, he wasn't scared. He wasn't. It was the damn teenagers gross hand on him that made him lose it. Stop laughing at him.

"Who the hell thinks is a good idea to work with these?!"

About your hobbies about collecting bones and even doing a bit of taxidermy yourself impress him in a good way. He tells you to clean the bones though, so pls do it for his sake.

The taxidermy isn't exactly his area but since he loves the concept of biology he does find fascinating how you can do that and will often stop whatever he us doing just to watch you doing your own thing.

Might had the idea once or twice to do this shit with some subordinates he doesn't like... ahem, rappa. But luckily you talk it out of him

Right? RIGHT?!

About the trinkets you have to fight him since this guy tried to threw it away a hunch of times.

Your tattoos are something he at first worried a lot about. Who did the tatto and touched your skin? Did they do the right procedure? Did they treat you right? Were you badly treated for having them? (Japan is knows to not like tattos as far as I heard of so)

He sighed in relief when he got to know that everything went alright and you treated your skin perfectly well.

See? He cares I swear.

He doesn't have much thought about your tattos and honestly never commented on it, but if someone ever insults you for them you will see this man go berserk.

Actually was the topic of a joke when Pops commented that even his s/o had tattos while him didn't had the guts to do one.

Poor dude was bullied by the elder because of that... pops already loves you.

And lastly your looks,

As I said before in many hcs and fics, Chisaki doesn't care about appearances at all. He cares more about his s/os personality, character and morals than everything else. Those things is what attracts Chisaki to someone.

But that doesn't mean that behind close doors he won't compliment you though-

He loves to see how you dress yourself up to go out or to just rest with him inside the house. If you do put make up on his fingers will immediately grab and take your chin up just so he could look at what you did and soon a adoring smile will appear behind that mask of his.

If you do dress other colors he will say you look lovely, but he does have a thing with you wearing black and purple together.

Finds it sexy

Although a lil secret... he goes insane if you have piercings.

For some reason he thinks that piercings, not the scandalous ones, are really attractive.

So if you do have one... congrats. If not? Congrats as well!

Because this man loves his goth/punk s/o so much he would kill for them.

Literally.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kai chisaki x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings #bnhs villains hcs

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animexholic · 1 year

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Am I blind or why hasn’t anyone written a bnha physical 100 au. I binge watched the whole thing and all I can imagine is big burly bakugou fight for a ball in the mud, kiri loading up bags of sand, or group leader deku pushing a 2 ton ship.

All of them sweating and panting! Y’all I’m not a writer but I’m just thinking😭😌

#bnha x reader #bnha au #boku no hero academia #bnh #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #midorya izuku #bakugou x reader #bnha #animexholic says #animexholic #yana talks #also yun sungbin body be like bkg and I’m actually on my knees

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zentraex · 1 year

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Chapter 4 - Aches and Pains

-> Masterlist

"Hello! Could you help me to find something against wounds please? Wounds that get scratched up?" I ask the pharmacist unsure.

"I'll look if I've got something," he answers and disappears into the warehouse. It doesn't take long for him to come back. "Anything else?"

"Lip care please..." I mumble and the men nods. A few seconds later, he gives me the product.

"Thank you, have a nice day!"

With a small bag full of little things: toothpaste, toothbrush, shower gel and shampoo for men, I head home.

I wonder if Tomura is home...

When I enter my apartment, I come quickly to the conclusion that nobody is there. Not the next day and not the rest of week either.

I just startet to think, that he changed his mind and throw the key away, but the next day, I hear the television in the living room.

"Why are looking so surprised?" Tomura asks, who has made himself comfortable on my couch.

"I didn't expect you to come back, if I'm being honest," I tell him.

"It was much to do."

I decide to not even ask any further. If he's a villain, like I think, he won't tell me anyway. To be honest, its non of business either.

"Ah, I see..."

"Why do you have shower gel for men in your apartment? Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks in an almost emotionless tone.

"No, I bought it for you," I confess to him. Immediately, I feel my face heating up. "I bought salve for your wounded throat as well and lip balm, if you want."

It stays awkwardly quiet for a while before I decide to change the subject.

"Megan comes over today," I inform him, as I let myself relax on my armchair.

"Megan? You mean the one who kicked you out?"

"Oh, I'm surprised you remember...But yes. I met her on the way home and she said, she wants to apologize. I don't intend to do something with her anymore, never..." I answer. "but I still think that our friendship shouldn't end in a fight."

"And she'll visit you?"

"Yes, you don't need to stay though," I reassure him. "You could stay in my bedroom as well, if you don't want to see her. The conversation won't take long, I promise."

"Whatever."

It doesn't take long until there is a ringing at my door and Megan enters, while Tomura decided to stay in my room.

"Hello Megan. It's nice to see you again."

"Hello Reader!" she greets me and takes a step towards me with open arms, but I take a step back. Megan seems to have gotten the message as her emerald eyes narrow and her arms cross her in front of her chest.

I think Megan is an incredibly beautiful woman. She is slim and as a flawless face with full lips. Her brown hair is long and straight and her heigh is average.

"Would like something to drink while we talk? Tea? Coffee?" I ask, as I walk to my kitchen.

"Water is enough," she says curtly and looks around. "I don't remember ever being here."

"Right, it's because you weren't. Neither were Jessica, Fiona or Julie," I answer. "Mineral water or sparkling water?"

"Sparkling water," she answers, whereupon I pour water into her glass. "You have it really pretty here. I didn't expect a poor person like you, to have it so nicely."

"Actually, I'm not. I have enough money to buy everything I need."

"Did you uncle gave it you? He probably earns a lot money as a teacher and a hero," she asks with a smirk on her face." Is it that what she wanted? Insulting me?

"I thought, you want to clear up about last week?" I asks clearly annoyed.

"Ah, right. Sorry for that."

I sigh disappointed, but answer, "It's okay. How is your relationship with Connor?"

"Pretty good. He picks me up from here with his car. We have a date in a 5 star restaurant tonight," she tells me, while looking at her phone. "Oh, Conner comes up for a bit. Our reservation is not until in half an hour."

Thanks for asking.

Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention to the ringing door. When I open the door, a men, who is at least 1,90 meters high, enters. His Slim-Fit T-shirt is accentuating his muscles, his eyes are crystal blue and his hair is raven black and curly. He looks at me with a smirk, whereupon I screw up my face in disgust.

"Come in. Megan is right over there," I inform him and take a step to the side. Before we go to the kitchen, he gives me one last wink.

Ew.

"Conner!" Megan exclaims enthusiastically as she wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. "When do we leave exactly?"

I start to prepare a plate full of fruits, since I'm sure that Tomura wants to stay for a bit - a healthy snack.

"In five minutes, my angel. Reader, would you like to come with us? I'll pay too," he offers, causing me to slip the knife in shock and cut my finger.

Is he seriously asking me that in front of Megan?

The atmosphere in the room turns very gloomy.

"No," I answer and turn my attention to Megan. "And Megan, I forgot to say something. I accept your apology, but I'll never do something with you, nor with Fiona, Jessica or Julie. Never."

Megans eyes narrow and her chin lifts. Then she says, "Don't worry, we didn't intend either. And if I'm being honest, I regret coming here. You treacherous snake! Thought you could steal my boyfriend, huh? That's the real reason why you claimed, he would use me, right? You want him for yourself."

Then she stands up, comes with her face very close to my ear and whispers: "But don't worry, hun. This will come back to you."

After saying that, she takes some steps back and gives me a cold glare.

"Conner, we are going."

As soon as they leave, I dissapear into the bathroom and stick my finger in the water while rummaging in a closet for a plaster.

"What was this?" a voice asks that I assign to Tomura. As I turn my head to him, he greets me with a clearly pissed off look. I sigh exhausted.

"Trust me, I don't even know myself. I'm so dumb for thinking this would turn out good."

After a long time searching, I give up to look for a plaster, and I decide to just grab a bandage. Tomura probably noticed that I have some problems to bandage myself, since he clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches everything from me.

"How did this happen?" he asks angry while wrapping the bandage around my finger.

"I started to prepare a plate full of fruits for you. When Conner invited me, I slipped in shock and cut myself by accident."

"I don't even like fruits. Especially not from you," he grumbles.

Right, what else?

My eyes dart to his throat.

"You scratched your throat bloody again," I state. "Shall I smear the salve on you? This way, It'll heal faster."

Tomuras eyes bore into mine. His expression is soft for once, as he just nods in agreement.

...

Three days later, a report about two missing person appeared in the newspapers. Both Conner and Megan were nowhere to be found.

#yandere tomura #yandere #yandere shigaraki #bnh #mha #x reader #shigarakixreader

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aniahkazuaki · 1 year

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Keigo Takami (Hawks)

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Dias de chuva - Imagine

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plush-rabbit · 2 years

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Rot

Request: happy birthday!!! I know its weird but as a bday request I would love to have you write the most self indulgent fic for yourself if you feel like it because your fics are always a gift for us and since I cant because I cant write for shit maybe you should write something for yourself? idk its an idea more than a request tbh, but happy bday anyway!!

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: it was my birthday and this took a while to pump out but here it is!! my thing!! because if i cant enjoy my cake, i’ll write about something!! -

He stares into your eyes, his eyes finally adjusting to the dimness of your room. The fan spins above creating a chill wind that has you clutching the blanket in your fists. His body is splayed beside you, arms and legs tense, and eyes focused on the ceiling where the paint has begun to chip. His head turns towards you before his eyes do, and you give him an odd look- expectant and eager. There’s a flex in your jaw, and he hears the little click that it makes. The question hangs in the air.

Your eyes are wide, almost unblinking and owl-like as you try to search his own face for any expressions. The tip of your tongue peeks out, wetting your upper lip and it returns back, hidden inside of your mouth, laying after your teeth. You swallow, and a lump shifts in your throat. You want an answer. Would you be able to tell if he’s lying? Would you even care? Would it just be another thing that you would take- that you would accept because it was just easier that way; because if you questioned it, pried too deep, you might end up hating him. He’s sure he could lie to you and you wouldn’t think twice about it. There’d be a spark in your eyes- content for getting something out of him and a smile would stretch your lips. You’d nod and kiss the corner of his lips, and it'd be your way of saying thank you to him. You’d thank him for being honest and he wouldn’t feel guilty about lying to you and stealing that little bit of trust that you gave to him for no particular reason.

There’s a siren outside, and it’s you who becomes stiff, whose eyes dart to the window. There’s no real reason why you'd be scared of law enforcement- you haven’t done anything to warrant such fear. The only crime you ever committed was when you accidently hit the corner bumper of a car with your own. It’s like you’re still waiting for the police to come and arrest you, as if you don’t have a murder in your bed who just moments ago had you under him.

You really are odd.

It’s not as if you don’t know him. Maybe those first few dates where he showed up to your place with nothing more than the coat on his back. His skin would smell of baby wipes and cologne that you confessed had made your throat burn. Even so, he’s made no attempt to hide who he is. Up until just a few months ago, his crimes weren’t something that the public talked about. Sure, there were deaths that were made public, innocent people who smiled at the camera and had a sort of respectable look towards them, but then there were others who went unnoticed. Scoundrels who had a nasty sneer, who didn’t hesitate to say such cruel words, and who had bloody knuckles. People who didn’t get an obituary and were instead, just labeled as missing because it was easier to say that- to look for them and just reason that they ran off.

But you hadn’t seemed to care. You brought him like a stray cat- let the smell of the cologne that burned your throat and made your eyes water linger in your bedsheets and hands that were never quite soft touch at every intimate part of you- the nape of your neck, the pittering of your heart just above your left breast, the swell of your tummy that was full of food.

Something warm touches just above where his purpled scars begin to creep upwards- right at the middle of the skin that still belongs to someone who has long been forgotten. He gives a start and his eyes finally focus where yours are crinkled with worry. “Dabi? You still with me?” You ask in a small voice, cooing to him like an injured animal. You’re still using his name even if you believe that it isn’t his. In the corner of his eye, he sees your hand lift slowly, and it falls between his chest and yours.

You’re still waiting for an answer. “What’s the sudden interest?”

You blink once. Twice. And once more, and your eyes casted downwards. The sheet rolls off your body as you turn to lay on your back. His throat is dry. He’s made you upset. You won’t tell him, but you’re an open book no matter how mysterious you want to appear. It just isn’t in your nature to hide your feelings.

“I just thought it would be nice to know something more about you.” Your tone is wistful, and your eyes are sad. He wishes he knew what you were thinking. Even if he can read every emotion, he could never read your mind. He can never know if you keep him around because you pity him, or if there’s actually something there, something so perverse and rotten, that it’ll disgust him if he ever knew the truth. “It’s okay.” It isn’t- you're still not facing him. “Names are sacred and whatever.” You’re trying so hard to sound poetic and nonchalant that it’s making acid burn the inner soft part of his throat. Your hand scratches at the side of your temple and you don’t look at him.

All you did was ask if his name is Dabi. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less. It’s just a simple yes or no answer, and while he knows that you would have wanted to hear him talk more, you would have accepted any of his answers no matter how simple.

You don’t care for any of who he was or who he will be.

“Does it matter if I have any name? I call myself Dabi. Isn’t that enough for you?” It comes out rougher than it should be and his molars grind into each other.

It’s getting harder and harder to look at you, to ignore that pitiful, melancholic look that you give him, the one where he can’t escape his reflection. “I guess so,” you answer, turning your back towards him. Your left arm curls under your head, acting as a cushion despite the pillows being just a few inches away from the top of your head. Your right arm extends outwards, hand limp and fingers reaching down for the ground.

No. No. No, no.

You’re not supposed to look away from him. You’re supposed to be looking up at him- focused and smiling, holding his hand until you fall asleep and you eventually cling to him during the night. There’s always something there, irradiant and gleaming like a pearl that’s been covered in grime and muck. You’re supposed to look at him when you fall asleep, pity replaced with something that he’ll never have or be able to mimic.

Look at him. Look at him. Look at him.

What do you want from him? His name doesn’t matter. Not in the way that you think it does.

The fan spins on and the light creates soft shadows. You must be eager to avoid him if you don’t want to waste another second awake. His tongue wets his chapped lips, the taste of copper faint. “Should I leave?” He croaks out in shame.

You twist in the bed- your legs still facing the wall, your torso twisted, and head turned to him. “What?”

He scratches the thin bed sheet with his nails. “Do you want me to leave?”

You untwist yourself, lifting yourself until you’re looking down at him, and under your gaze, he feels like he’s being pulled apart, as if you’re seeing something that even he can’t. Your head is cocked to one side, and like before, your eyes are wide, staring down at him, trying to look- to see him. He wonders if he’s as emotionless as he makes himself out to be. Your lips purse together. He isn’t like others- he can’t just ask for affection, can’t even put it into words. Neither can you, but at least you try to do something other than sexual, at least you kiss him before anything else. You feed him and hold his hand and all he can do is wrinkle your shirt and sully your body with the dirt under his nails.

“Of course not,” you say quickly, horrified that he would even suggest something like that. “It’s cold out. I’m not letting you go out in the cold.”

His gaze focuses elsewhere; like a child that’s been caught doing something naughty and can’t handle the shame and embarrassment. “I can bum somewhere for the night.” The words taste bitter on his tongue and shame burns in his face and simmers in the tips of his ears.

“Dabi?” His name has never sounded so sweet.

The blanket has fallen from your chest and lays crumpled on your lap. He is still covered, the shirt that you have bought for him loose on his body, and the rest of his patched skin hidden under the covers. He doesn’t answer you, doesn’t give you a look and a part of him hopes that you’ll tell him to leave and a deeper, starved and child-like part of him wants you to hold him and kiss the top of his head. Under the covers, his nails press into the heel of his hand. The sharp pain is enough to make his head stop spinning.

There’s a shuffle beside him, the bed giving off a low creak as you rest once more, this time turning your attention toward him. In his peripheral vision, he can see your hand lift and reach out slowly, and his jaw tightens, but you don’t seem to notice.

Instead, you rest your hand soft on the side of his face. The pads of your fingertips rest just below the half-moons under his eyes, and your palm is nothing more than a phantom that makes his skin prick. You don’t have to give him a gentle nudge to have him face you, he does it all on his own. Eyes half-lidded, wanting to close, to not have to look at you, to not have to see you and see his own reflection, but you call his name in that soft tone, and he stays looking at you despite how much that lingering sense of emptiness is starting to grow and consume him, to stain his being with grime and muck.

“Do you want to leave?” A part of him will always wish that he had never met you- that you got to live your life with someone that wasn’t so rotten and cruel. He’s many things- and soft will never be one of them, he could never be enough for you and even as he lies in your bed, cradling your hand with his, and shaking his head, he feels ugly at having kissed you. You smile, and your body digs deeper into the bed, the blanket covering just below your chest. “Then you’ll stay here, and in the morning I’ll make some breakfast for us.”

He doesn’t want to leave. Not when it’s cold outside. Not when you’re beside him, keeping his old shirts cleaned because you want to. Because you want him to have something nice.

Outside, he can hear a car’s tires squeal and the sound makes your mouth pull into a thin line. It’s better if you don’t see him. Not now. Not when he hasn’t even said ‘thank you’ for letting him stay the night. He reaches over you, your hand falls to your chest and your touch is burned into him. The light is snuffed out, with beads of amber peeking from between the blinds.

The covers and the mattress don’t feel right under him. The fabric is crumpled, wrinkled and overlapping, the stitched lines of the diamonds are coming undone, tickling him and making his skin feel as if ants are walking on him. In the dark, your figure becomes a dark mass to his eyes, and in turn, he must look like that towards you. He doesn't want to be perceived by you at the moment. Even so, it doesn’t take long for his eyes to begin to adjust. His body betrays him, using whatever little light that peeks through the blinds to make out your shape. He can start to see you, little bits that start to piece together- the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes are still open, and the way the blanket shifts as you do, starting to move closer to him.

Sleeping almost feels wrong. The world has beat on him, torn him apart and left him with a never fading scar, and the act of sleeping has been tarnished. He’s been denied so much of his life- had years stolen from him and now he pays the price for it. He’s unable to properly show and control his emotions, often feeling like they're bigger than him- feeling as if they’d burst out of him, swelling him up like a balloon until he’s being torn at the seams of his skin. Holding your hands under the covers feels like it’s too much- like he’s violating something of yours despite already having done so much more with you. This simple act of him reaching forward makes his stomach twist until he feels as if he’s going to vomit and look ugly.

His hands must feel like sandpaper against yours.

Yet, you still hold his hand, squeezing it back and inching closer to him. You still touch him; you still allow him to touch you. You know what’s done. You know who he is. What do you gain from him? Even if he had wanted to make this work, he couldn’t. He has blood on his hands that will never become clean. He has blood that seeps out of him like poison, and he’s going to live with it- and he won’t regret it. He won’t cry and wish to be forgiven, because it can never be forgiven. His actions can never be washed away no matter how many times you wash his back and kiss his crown. You slept with him, not expecting that he would stay the night, not expecting that he would come back like a stray that’s been starved and fed once.

Even tonight, you kissed him and called him pretty knowing that there was a monster feasting on your skin and blood. But even you have blood on your hands. You bite into him to muffle your moans, to keep your whimpers and sounds for him, canines into the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, his pulse quickening as you made such perverse sounds for him. You cling so tightly to him- dug your nails into the scars on his back, not caring for a moment if you were hurting him, forgetting that he was stapled together just above you. And he kissed you- sloppy and teeth bumping into each other to let you know that he was fine, because as much as it stung- as painful as it was, it felt so good to know that you didn’t want to let go of him.

He felt every part of you. Touched and memorized the grooves of your skin, every freckle, ever thin, paled scar, every bit of you that giggled when he let his finger ghost over your sides. Your skin has been nipped at with his teeth- sharp enough for you to whine and curse, to hold the swelling wound. He touches and feels you with such a primal need to mark you, to let his canines drag against the soft squish of your skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, bringing his hand up to examine it under the darkness.

“Breakfast,” he lies.

“What are you in the mood for?”

Your fingertip traces over the rising scar, and he tries to ignore the way that it makes him feel, but even so, he intakes a sharp breath of air. His jaw closes, molars pit against each other in order to keep anything else in. You don’t stop your tracing.

“Whatever you have. I’m not picky.” You’ve started to trace over the lines in his palm and his fingers rise and fall.

“Are you going to stay for the day?” You’re too enamored with his hand to focus on looking at him.

“Yes.” He says too quickly for his liking. “Is that okay?” That question comes out sounding far too wretched for his liking.

“Yeah.” Your thumb runs down his. “There’s this movie I want to see. I think it’ll be fun to watch it with you.” He hums. “It’s about cannibals.” He breathes a short laugh. “It’s like a romantic comedy if that helps.”

“It really doesn’t, but I’ll watch it.”

He’d subject himself to whatever it is that you wanted. You wouldn’t have to pry his eyes open or force him; he’d do it all willingly if it meant that you’d sit beside him. He’d go through a hundred terrible movies- he stops himself. He’s been starting to grin- he doesn’t even know when that had started. He’d torture himself through movies and for what? He’s gone through far worse; the act of thinking that movies were some form of torture is repulsive.

“Your team won’t miss you?”

“Nah. I'm doing a bit of my own thing for a bit.”

He wonders if you would miss him if he never came back. You shouldn’t, but he hopes that you will. He hopes that it would be ugly- that you’d sob and have your heartbroken over him. That’s his only wish for all of this- that you’d miss Dabi enough to wretch and become a mess and a shadow of yourself.

“You’re gonna be okay?” The way you ask that question makes his stomach twist and shame burn the back of his neck.

“Always am,” he says without skipping a beat.

Silence befalls the both of you. You move closer to him, still holding his hand in yours. No other word is uttered, nothing breaks the silence except for the electrical humming in your home. That’s the end of the conversation and he accepts it the way that you accept that he won’t ever do more than stay for a day or two.

Is it cruel of him to want you to miss him? It has to be. There’s some twistedness inside of him, one that he was born with, and grew with and he let the rot fester in him. He’ll never be a saint, he’ll never be a holy, and neither will you- you’ll be sullied by him and even if he knows that you deserve more than what he could give to you, he’s still going to latch on like a parasite, clinging to you for life. Of course, you’d never see him that way. He doesn't know why. In the back of his mind, he’s sure he’s some kind of project for you- something that you can fix and smile when you’re on deathbed.

Your name is whispered, and it feels so foreign on his tongue, heavy and sugar coated that it makes his bones ache. There’s no answer.

It’s presumptuous of him to think that. You don’t try to fix him. The most that you do is wash his back and buy him new clothes that he would never wear outside of your home. There’s a familiar ache in the middle of his throat- swelling and constricting his air. His eyes burn and he’s worried that he’s going to ruin your pillow cases. You’ve let him use your soft towels, he can’t dirty something else for yours with his blood.

You've given him new clothes. Cleaned his old ones, but no matter how hard you tried the dirt and blood of it would never disappear. The blood will always stay there- a soft pink patch that would only get redder by the day. The dirt spreading, darker and thicker with every day. He never used the new ones outside of your home. Never dared to dirty them. Not something of yours- because no matter what, no matter how often you tried to give them to him, they were still yours. Something that you had risked to share with him.

He's bled a few times in your home. Stained your sheets and the first time you looked inconvenienced, a bit disgusted that someone was just bleeding on your items but then he made a pained, pitiful sound, a forced one, anything to get you to look at him with something other than disgust. He wanted you to look at him the way you would look at any other. And it worked, because you held him and bandaged his wounds, held his hands and touched the calloused tips of his fingers.

Should he kiss you goodnight? Does it matter? You’re asleep, you wouldn’t even know if he’s kissed you or not. Kissing isn’t something that’s taboo for either of you, but doing it now- when whatever talk you just had is still lingerie in the air? Is that right for him to do? He wants to kiss you, there’s no doubt about it. Dabi has long grown attached to you and ‘attached’ is the wrong word, it’s something needier, something possessive.

No matter the answer, you’re asleep and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because he’s going to leave and he won’t return and he hopes that you’ll cry.

The pink of his tongue swipes to wet his lips, and he takes in a chill breath of air that breathes out warmly. With a trembling motion, he leans to peck the corner of your mouth. With no one to witness him, he lets himself linger, letting his hands entangle themselves in your hair, and legs interlacing with yours. He pulls away, only to let his chin rest on the top of your head. Your weight is on his hand, and he closes his eyes.

In the morning, he’ll wake up with you in the kitchen. It’ll be a moment where he forgets just where he is, where his mind hasn’t caught up to him, where he’s caught in a fog and he’ll think that this is his norm- that he’s deserving of having homemade breakfast after all that he is. And while he’s eating and drinking coffee, he’ll wish that you had let him rot on the street.

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kaeru-bb · 2 years

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Bakugo for B

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starlit-stories · 1 year

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30 Second Read... Aizawa

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader

Notes: Well it’s been a hot minuet hasn’t it? The lot of us have been pretty busy with irl things and Mod Cia and I have been pretty preoccupied with other projects. Sorry for the wait! -Mod Kay

BNH || MHA M.list || Main M.list

It was one of those nights. You just couldn't sleep, or rather stay asleep. Feeling both physically and mentally tired. Tossing and turning. Shifting the blankets off and on. Adjusting your pillow. Nothing seemed to work.

Bleary eyes stare blankly at the empty space in your bed. With a sigh you force your tired body up, stumbling only a few times as you make your way to your boyfriend's office.

The lights were off but the dimmed glow from his work computer illuminated his perpetually tired face. One hand typing slowly at his keyboard while the other sat snugly around his mug. More than likely filled with your strongest caffeine blend.

His gaze trailed to you as you approached. "One of those nights?" The only response you could muster was a tired nod. "I still have more work to complete but you know your welcome to stay here." He turned his chair as he spoke, offering you a place in his lap. Not wasting a second more you’re curled up against him. Both hands found places to loosely clutch at his shirt while your face found its place against his neck.

Once you were settled he shifted his seat to reface his computer. Though now his hand abandoned its place on his mug to run soothing circles over your lower back. His warmth and steady heartbeat finally helped lull you to sleep. Your last shreds of consciousness catching the soft press of lips against the crown of your head.

"Sleep well, my love."

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jxbsbokuto · 2 years

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he’s an all-out lover. devoted. dedicated. hopeless romantic.

those kind of lovers you think only exist in movies and books. your wants and need come before his, always. you’re thirsty? stay still and he’ll get a cup of water for you. your back hurts? he’ll give you a massage. you went to the mall together and he caught you eyeing a beautiful dress from a designer store? he’ll save money for as long as needed to buy it for you, maybe even cut a few expenses to save up more.

he shows you every part of him, he trusts you with his whole being and goes out of his way to make you feel loved, safe and comfortable. he is careful and waits anxiously for every single moment he’s able to walk through your defenses and let himself in, eager to crave his way to your heart. you already have his anyway, and he knows you’ll take great care of it, the least he can do is reciprocate the gesture.

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todoroki-waifu · 1 year

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I’ve been working on a Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia) AU fantasy/royal/magic fic for a while. Can’t seem to get a good storyline in place. I have the idea, but there are some gaps and things that don’t make sense.

Could be over thinking it, but I just don’t want it to come out poopy lol

Anyway, thought I'd share a bit of a snippet of it.

Bakugou x Reader x Todoroki (Final pairing and gender of reader: Undecided)

Warning: None

Words: 198

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"Why are you so upset? Is everything okay?" You frown at Bakugou's unusually short temper.

"I said I'm fine! Just leave me alone already." A low growl flees from his downward turned lips, marching off in a different direction. "I don't understand why he is so angry. I don't think I have done anything to offend him." You replayed today's events and you couldn't find anything that you had done to wrong the blonde boy. "He's upset that I'm here." Todoroki immediately knew the origin of Bakugou's resentment. "What do you mean? Isn't it good that we're building numbers against the enemy?" "It's not that. He's jealous because he's in love with you." Your mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. Heat starts to rise in your cheeks as you fidget in your spot still failing to produce a sentence. You quickly compose yourself, letting out a short laugh as you wave your hand in front of your face. "That's impossible. There's no way. We've only been traveling together for a few weeks." Todoroki takes a step towards you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It didn't take me long to fall for you."

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m6bjo4fu0 · 2 years

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Futile

Part 2 of 3

1. Irrevocable 2. Futile 3. Reignite

Bakugo x gn!reader

Warnings: past relationship, swearing, insomnia, breaking down

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Bakugo grunted to himself as he watched you mingle with the others. You looked so joyful, so engaged, yet the bright smile of yours always dimmed whenever your eyes met his.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know what to think.

He doesn’t know.

He does, however, know that it’s futile to try to get you back. You didn’t block him for safety reasons, but replied to none of his texts and silenced all his calls. You ignored all his sayings and reacted to none of his actions. It’s like he’s a ghost. It’s like he isn’t even there.

Bakugo thinks he deserves it. Every night he thinks back to the times when he would wake up from your calls because you got a nightmare. You sounded so fragile, so afraid, yet he had hung up on you. Every single time. He figured that this is just karma getting back at him, and he doesn’t deserve the love and care you used to give him.

He doesn’t know anything about the present, but he thinks about the past. He thinks about them so much he couldn’t sleep. On these long, sleepless nights, he thought about the times you called him because you couldn’t sleep. He hung up on you, every single damn time. However, you never stopped calling him, because you trusted him, because you believed in him, because you loved him.

But it’s all in the past now.

Bakugo dragged his body into the classroom after yet another restless night. He thought about you, just as usual, all night long. He thought about the things he missed, the things he craved, the things he loved. And he still loves them.

“Bakugo, no sleeping in class. I’m the only one who’s allowed to. Plus, this is a big project so listen up.”

Aizawa scolded, slightly concerned of his eye bags when he met eyes with the teen.

“The project will be due next Friday and I have partnered you guys into groups of two. Start immediately.”

He said before he zipped up his sleeping bag and laid on the floor again.

You searched for your name on the projector, hoping you’d be paired with Mina or Todoroki, however, luck wasn’t on your side today.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!”

You swore you definitely did something wrong last life to get this.

“Bakugo! Don’t yell either!”

Aizawa sensei yelled from the floor.

Mina hesitantly walked over to you.

“Y/n, will you be alright?”

“Hope so.”

You definitely won’t be.

“Y/n, we’re a group.”

“I know.”

You replied cold heartedly, not bothering to look at him as you pulled up the documents.

“Y/n I know I was a prick but this shit’s worth loads of our grades.”

You paused for a second. As much as you despise Bakugo now, a failing grade doesn’t sound pleasant either. You sighed as your hands reached to rub circles to your temples.

“Just don’t mention anything about the past. Just project, alright?”

“Alright.”

As you sat together and worked silently on your own parts of the project, Bakugo kept glancing over to you, hoping he’d find you glancing too, like how you did when you loved him. He shook the thoughts off. Just the project.

He still couldn’t help but wait for your glances. He thought back to the times when he would catch you staring. He distinctly remembered the deep crimson shade of red your face turned when you saw him smirking at you for staring.

It pained him when he never caught your eyes again, but it ached even more when you packed your things immediately after the dismissal bell rang, racing to leave before he gets a chance to have a chat with you.

Project workdays were all like this. Work silently as he glances over to you every 3 seconds, leave immediately after dismissal to leave him dumbfounded in the classroom.

Bakugo kept thinking and planning, not on the project, but how to get you back. He was so lost in his conscious he almost didn’t notice the light tap on his shoulder. Almost.

“Hmm?”

He never thought he’d be so gentle with anyone, but he had to prove himself to you. To prove that he won’t make those mistakes again. To prove that he’s the one.

“You haven’t even started your slides yet. This is due Friday. Today’s Wednesday.”

You said blankly, eyes looking anywhere but his crimson ones.

“Oh shit, I didn’t notice.”

And he messed up. Again.

“It’s fine, I’m done with mine and can help you.”

Bakugo was shocked to your offer, not hesitant to thank you and agree. However, he seemed to zone out a bit after hearing your soft voice explaining the evidence of the project to him.

“…and that’s how you- Bakugo are you even listening?”

You looked at him, finally, but with an annoyed expression.

“Why don’t you call me Katsuki anymore?”

“Because it’s over and you promised to not talk about it.”

“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t stop loving you.”

Bakugo had never felt so small before. He had never been the one apologizing, the small one being pressured down, the one barely hanging on with others.

I wish I could too, Katsuki.

Thursday flew by and Bakugo still couldn’t finish his part of the project. He offered you to go over to his house and wrap up the project, and you reluctantly agreed.

“If the hag asks you anything, just don’t answer her,”

Be nicer, he told himself.

“Okay?”

Not the best, but he tried.

He smiled lightly when you nodded as you slowly packed your belongings, in the speed of a snail compared to your usual speed.

The walk to his house was silent.

Not the cheesy, comforting ones, but the weird, awkward ones that would make you wanna puke. The two of you standing too far away, each lost in your own trail of thoughts. Passerby would think that the two of you are just coincidentally walking the same way, just two strangers who’ve never met before.

When you finally reached the front door, Bakugo opened the door softly and welcomed you in.

“Hey hon- Katsuki? You didn’t burst through the door today?! You brought a friend over?!”

“Shut it hag, it’s for school project.”

You flinched slightly at the mother and son dynamic.

As you sat down in his room, he pulled out the essentials for the project. The evidence, rubrics, and- where’s the analysis sheet? Shit.

You sat quietly as the boy silently cursed under his breathe, struggling to find something.

“You need help?”

“I lost my fucking analysis.”

He gritted his teeth, upset.

“Then let’s rewrite one now. How hard can it be?”

“Really difficult. I spent hours on that thing.”

Turns out it’s easy. Like really easy. Bakugo thought about checking his IQ. Or maybe he was just too sleep deprived when he wrote his previous one.

Although you were thinking about leaving since your job is done, a voice rang in your ear, telling you to stay with him. You agreed with the voice, why not have a chat and get over this stupid relationship stuff and become friends again.

“Bakugo, anything happened recently?”

He turned to you, eyes widened in surprise.

“U-uh not really…”

Has he always been this stutter-y?

“Hmm. Figured. You really need to get some sleep. Those eye bags of yours are creepy.”

“But I couldn’t! Every night I lay in my bed, regretting what I’ve done. I gave you up, let you down, ran around, and deserted you; I made you cry, said goodbye’s, told lies, and hurt you.” (never gonna give-)

“The past weeks had been hell for me and I can’t tolerate them anymore! I miss the way you call me at 2am, sobbing about a nightmare; I miss the way you run to me in the hallways, smiling about a new show you watched; I miss the way you embraced me when I needed you, calling me Katsuki. Calling me your number one.”

You watched as he started breaking down. You had never seen this side of Bakugo before. He had always been full of arrogance, full of power, and full of confidence. You couldn’t believe that this broken shell of a poor soul, is the same man who claimed to be number one; the same man who was always number one; the same man who’s now calling you his number one.

But it’s all futile, it’s all pointless. (Note to self stop making song references)

He hurt you, didn’t he?

So why should you believe him again?

To painfully relive the monotonous past?

Or to futilely attempt to reverse the irrevocable?

Author’s notes: I usually never proofread my fics but this series gettin heavy editing bc i love this plot lol

Part 3

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jjuzoir · 4 years

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Overdue | T. Shoto

request: “Hi! If your requests are still open, could I request a todoroki x reader oneshot please? Basically they’re childhood friends and go to UA together. Everyone ships them and Todoroki always treats reader super sweetly, but doesn’t realize that he’s also low-key pining for her. (always using endeavor’s credit cards to get her gifts LOL) eventually Todoroki figures out his feelings and confesses. Then the class catches them kissing in the dorms, making Todoroki and reader flustered! Thanks so much!”

a/n: this took me so long omgjdjsj fck all my reqs for this batch are taking me long :’) anyway thank you for being so patient with me @sugarandsoft ;;;

word count: 2933

When it came to romance it was safe to say Shoto was simply blind to it, the romantic feelings of those around him and himself were practically foreign to the teenager.

In all of your years of knowing him you had never once seen him actually be able to recognize the difference between friendship and crushing. To him there was no “I like you romantically” or “I don’t like you romantically”, it was always “I like you as a friend” or “I don’t like you as a friend”. The whole liking someone, crushing on them, dating-courting thing was as complicated as astrophysics is to an eight year old. Which led to everyone around him to immediately be put in the friendzone the minute they got to know him.

Everyone knew that, especially Class 1-A who had to bear witness to one of their top students crush hopelessly on you without even being aware of it. They knew, other students knew, the teachers knew, your parents knew, his mother knew, the League of Villains knew— everyone knew that Todoroki Shoto of class 1-A has a big, fat crush on you except Todoroki Shoto himself. Hell, it was so obvious All for One could’ve seen he had a crush on you.

It was the “little” thing that gave it away, like using the number-two-pro-hero’s credit card to get you a new phone because yours got a small crack. When confronted about it, he’d always say the same thing.

“She’s my friend and I enjoy using the old man’s money,” he’d scowl at Midoriya— Shoto’s self proclaimed wingman and president of the [Name] x Shoto club, who had questioned his spending habits when it came to you.

“So you'd do the same thing for any friend?” Izuku would push the boy further, he was going to get him to realize he liked you even if it killed him- and by the way the year had been going and Shoto’s complete obliviousness to the situation, the latter seemed more likely.

“I guess.”

“Oh really? Then where the fuck is my new phone, lukewarm? If you’re gonna call me your ‘friend’ where is my phone?” Bakugou questioned him with a snarl.

“Yours isn’t cracked, Bakugou-”

“Is that what it takes? ‘Cause I’m gonna do it!”

“Hey Izuku- what’s going on?” Ochako looked at the trio in front of her, easily being drawn to the loud noises coming from the living area.

“Half-’n-Half over here is gonna buy us new phones if we crack ours.”

“I see…”

“Seriously?” Mina barges into the room to pick up the teasing where the blond has left off, “But I like my phone- oh! I know, instead of a phone why don’t you get me some new sneakers!”

“And if I break my house, would you get me a new one?” The brunette asks, she’d rather shoot her shot or miss trying.

“So- you’re gonna admit you’d only do it for [Name] are you gonna need help placing some orders?” Bakugo smirks at Todoroki.

“Ochako and I can check real estate for you!” Mina giggles.

But rather than answering, the bi-colored haired teen simply looked down and mumbled to himself, annoyed; “I’m not buying anyone anything.”

Safe to say he didn’t keep his word because not a day later and he had bought you a new TV after you joked about getting tired of going down the stairs to the shared living space.

He’d make exceptions for you all the time, always covering it with the excuse of “she’s been my friend for longer”, even when it didn’t make much sense. From his limited physical contact rule to the reckless spending, you had him wrapped around your pinky and he didn’t even know it. Everyone would always tease you two about it yet both of you dense as rock to the implications never really paid them much mind.

But soon Todoroki was confused, really confused, by his peers and their words; they were constantly insinuating that he liked you in a more than friends way. At first it was easier to deny such claims, you were just friends— but the more the pestering continued the more aware he was of the ways his heart seemed to flutter at the mention of your name or how he began noticing how he stared at you more often than the rest.

But he couldn’t like you, you were his first real friend— the only person in his life that was always there, if he did like you and he did act out his alleged feelings there was always the possibility you’d say no. And that scared Todoroki more than he’d like to admit. You, on the other hand, did acknowledge the butterflies he’d bring you and welcomed them with open arms. Knowing your chances with him were slim, you unknowingly turned a blind eye to his behavior, chalking it up to him seeing you as his best friend (as much as it might’ve pained you to think like that).

It didn’t take long for you to notice how he seemed more hesitant around you, how he was shying away from your touch and the way he’d avoid giving you any response longer than two sentences, soon enough he was practically avoiding you altogether, and you were worried. In all of your years being his friend, Shoto had never been so cold and distant with you. Had you upset him? It was a complete 180º from before and it left you wondering why.

“Ugh, he’s just-! I’m so annoyed, Ochako!” You groaned into your pillows, “He's never acted like this before, he’s barely talked to me in weeks! I don’t know what I did or what to do.”

“[Name], it’s okay! He has been pretty off lately,” the brunette patted your back, “You should try talking to him!”

“How am I supposed to talk to him when he barely even lets me get near?”

“Hm, maybe leave him a note!” She suggests, brown eyes looking at you sympathetically.

“A note?” You look up and meet her gaze, “Huh…”

And so you did it, you scribbled down a meeting place and signed it anonymously before huffing, stuffing it in your bag and deciding.

“Dear Todoroki, please meet me in the kitchen after practice. It’s very important, you really need to come!”

Simple, short— straight to the point with little to no wiggle room for interpretation (other than a very insistent and kind of annoying person, but that’s a price to pay for the restoration of your friendship), if he didn’t come you’d simply harass him with more notes until he gave up or had enough to open up a paper store. Hopefully the former because you doubted you’d have enough post-it notes or the money for that many.

“Hmph! That should do,” you rub your hands before throwing a thumbs up at your friend, “Thank Ochako, I owe you big time!”

That morning you told Izuku and Iida about Ochako’s plan and how you hoped they’d make sure Shoto actually came to the meeting place.

“But, don’t you think he might, I don’t know,” the freckled boy scratched at his neck, “Think you’re going-to-confess-or-something?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” You look at Midoriya confused.

“He means that Shoto might think the note might be from someone who wants to declare their feelings for him.” Tenya informs you, maybe a bit too matter of factly for your liking no one likes being talked down to.

“Don’t worry guys, I think a love confession is the farthest thing Shoto will assume this is.” You wave your hands in an attempt to convince them otherwise.

“There is no way this is going to be a confession.” Bi-colored eyes squint at the blonde that walked besides him.

“Look, all I’m saying is this definitely smells like a confession scene to me,” Denki smirks at Todoroki, “The kitchen is a weird place though, maybe they’ve baked you some sweets! Bro, you’re so lucky!”

“You might want to check your nose because there’s simply no way, Kaminari.”

“Why?” Sero smiles as he asks, “You’re pretty popular with girls, why can’t this be another confession?”

“Because,” Shoto snatches the note from the black-haired boy’s hand, “This is [Name]’s handwriting.”

“Wait a minute-! You’re telling me she’s making a move before you?” Kirishima asks in surprise, “I knew you liked her but I had no idea she liked you back, huh. I can kind of see it though.”

“What are you even saying?” The boy in question grumbles, he knew he should’ve gone with Midoiya and Iida but he knew you were going to be there and he didn’t want to risk being a fool. Now he’s got dumb, dumber and the dumbest giving him butterflies by insinuating you like him back, great.

“That she likes you, dude!”

“Totally! And you- you like her back! So all you gotta do now is go accept her confession and stop moping around being all pathetic- ow!” Kaminari rubbed his arm, cursing Kaminari’s strength.

“Don’t say that!”

“Yeah, at least not to his face.”

Todoroki simply rolled his eyes at the boys before hurrying up his pace, today was going to be long as he asks himself if he should really go.

He had a lot to think about, this information was important to him; there’s a chance you like him and the thought made him happy— very, very happy. Just the idea that you might return these feelings, which he’s still trying to come to terms with, just confirms it in his mind that he, Todoroki Shoto, does like you; in a more than friends way. He’s not going to let the chance slip away.

By the time he’s at the meeting spot, he can’t deny that he’s excited even if his face doesn’t really show it. He had been confessed to many times but this was different because, for the first time, he planned on saying yes.

He heard you approaching, the soft tap of slippers matching the beat of his heart. He liked you, he really did like you and you liked him back.

As you turn around the corner you’re met with a frowning Shoto and are slightly taken aback at his serious expression. You knew he tended to be quite inexpressive sometimes but after a while of not hanging around you can understand why others are off-put by his cold features and intimidating stature.

“Shoto, you’re here.” Even through your shock you still smiled at your friend, relived he’d even shown up with the way he’d been avoiding you. You make your way near the counter, before sitting on top of it, you had chosen the kitchen in case that he'd forgotten about the note but be there anyway getting himself something.

You’d have to be quick before he’d run away, wanting to get straight to the point and ask him what had been going on. You cared about him and you missed him, you didn’t intend on wasting more time.

“I know it’s sudden but you've been avoiding me all week and I’m sick of it! I really care about you Shoto and you ignoring me like this hurts-!” You stuttered, too caught up in trying to pour out all your feelings at once— accidentally giving him the confirmation he needed that this was indeed a confession.

“It’s okay, I think I know what you mean,” he cuts in, his expression softening, “And I feel the same way too.”

“Huh-? Shoto what are you-?” You look around the room confused, if he knew how you felt then why did he continue avoiding you? Did he even really know what you were talking about?

“I was scared,” he continues paying your previous statement no mind, slowly approaching your sitting form before taking your hand, “that’s why I avoided you but knowing that you feel the same way, makes me happy I guess.”

You blink in confusion, what was he talking about? Neither of you were on the same page, you probably weren’t even in the same chapter, you furrow your eyebrows at the thought.

“Shoto, just to get this straight,” you look into his eyes causing him to blush a soft pink, what the hell was going on, “what feelings are we- uh, talking about?”

First he avoids you like the plague, now he’s blushing and talking about feelings? What did he think this was?

“Like.” He says staring at you in confusion as if you were the one not making sense.

“Like what?”

“Like.” Todoroki looks at you, soft skin creasing at the frown that was now adorning his face.

“Like what, Shoto?”

“Like as in ‘I like you’-like.” He squeezes your hand and you’re thankful you’re sitting down or else you think you’d fallen over at his words.

“Wait, you like me?” At the realization of what you had been just talking about it’s your turn to blush, the blood rushing to your cheeks giving them a soft glow, “You had been avoiding me because you liked me?”

“Well, yes, I just said that,” a pale hand comes to hold your cheek, “[Name], are you feeling alright?”

“You like me?”

He nods, a soft smile in his face as he assures you with a hug; “I really do”. This wasn’t the conversation you were expecting but it wasn’t unwelcomed either. In a way, it did answer your question but it left you in a bit of a dilemma because you did like Shoto and he liked you but, now, what did that make both of you?

“Do you like me?” He asked, his hand rubbing your back delicately and a sense of nostalgia washes over you as you remember all the times you’d comforted him when you both were younger. You just nod in fear of your voice giving out and accidentally ruining the moment.

“Are we- uh, dating now?” You ask into his shoulder, the soft smell of his shampoo filling your senses,

“Only if you want to.” He whispers. Neither of you were really physically affectionate with each other before this, at least not since you were little kids, but Shoto had to admit that holding you close like this was nice. Even if it had only been a week or two, you missed him and he missed you a lot and being able to hug you so freely made his heart feel like it was about to burst.

“I’d love to.” You pull away slightly from the hug to face him, your noses touching ever so slightly. You were happy, not only was your relationship with Todoroki restored but it had leveled up and you swore it was as if you were floating.

With hesitant hands he pulls you closer and you close your eyes, he smelt like soft wood and tea and you were reminded of all the times you’d go over to his house where a little Shoto would show you around his room and toys, excited to have a friend his father approved of. You were proud of the way he’d grown, how he’d soften up and learned, how he was able to let go of the anger and grow into himself, you always liked Shoto and to finally be able to be his girlfriend was all you could want right now.

“Can I?” He asked, the whisper soft and delicate in your lips; you nod.

His lips meet yours for a second, a sweet peck that left you giggling into him. You both pull away for a second before kissing once more, it was longer and almost sickeningly sick. You could taste the mint from him and you wondered if he could taste the sweets you had been eating earlier.

But, of course, in class 1-A nothing is really a secret for long and you hear clapping from behind you. Shocked, you both pull away flushed red as your friends are left stifling laughs. The kitchen door is wide open and you can see most of them pilling against the frame with wide eyes.

“Fucking finally, I thought we were gonna graduate before you two got together.” Bakugo is the first to speak.

“I’m surprised they even kissed, I thought it was going to take them another 15 years to get there!” Mina giggles to Ochako who can only nod in amusement, she gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes.

“How did you even know we were here? Aren’t you meant to be at practice or something?” You ask them, clutching Shoto’s shirt in an attempt to hide your face.

“Come on, you passed the note to Kaminari and Sero and expected us to not come?”

“I wonder what your kid’s quirk is gonna be like,” Midoriya mumbles into his hand, “Will they get both of Todoroki’s quirks plus [Name]’s?”

“Izuku! Don’t say things like that!” Iida begins scolding the green-head much to both your boyfriend and your amusement, “To say something so suggestive when they’ve only gotten together-!”

“Iida now you’re making it creepy!” Everyone begins grumbling, some annoyed and some laughing at the comments and the once peaceful and romantic atmosphere turns rowdy as everyone starts talking about the newly formed relationship.

“Great now I can’t use the kitchen without thinking about you two making out!” The blonde grumbled before storming out bringing with him a new round of laughs as you and Shoto blush awkwardly.

Safe to say, none of your classmates will ever let you live down how long it took you two to get together.

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