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The Red String of Fate
by Lori Larsen

This wasn’t going to end well, Hawks knew this he wasn’t stupid. His soulmate was a villain and that wasn’t even the worst thing that had happened. Something is off with Endeavor’s family and now he needed to keep his soulmate from doing stupid things because for some reason he was responsible for that. At least the League of villains hadn’t figured out where he lived, no they had, that was exactly what had happened. This was slowing becoming the worst day of his life.

Shouto thought that he hadn’t been old enough to find his soulmate yet, it only happened in 1% of the cases while you were under seventeen years old, yeah he had been very wrong about that, his soulmate was just a few months older than him and the damn string needed to form in the middle of class, when they were being taught something about soulmates and where everyone was able to see it. The problem was that he would need to introduce his soulmate to his family, which wouldn’t end well.

In which soulmates exist, Hawks crashes on Endeavor’s couch but he isn’t alone, there is a lot of sibling bonding and Endeavor gets what he deserves.

Words: 2014, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23471071

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Heathen Class
by CanineR7A7

Iida makes a chatroom for the class; it doesn’t work out as he’d hoped.

Words: 3490, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23468185

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Heathen Class
by CanineR7A7

Iida makes a chatroom for the class; it doesn’t work out as he’d hoped.

Words: 3490, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23468185

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Pikachu and Zuko Walked Into U.A.
by xNightsilverx

…and what happens next?

|BNHA stories because I hate life.|
A lot of Kaminari or Todoroki stories ahead.

//Contains:
I. Pikachu don’t fly, Denki. |Kaminari, Todoroki| |April Fool’s Special|

Words: 1588, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Class 1-A and the Merry Company

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23466556

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The Still Face Experiment
by dimig0d

“Have you ever heard of the Still Face experiment?”
Bakugou hadn’t. It was probably something about how if you keep your face still it’s bad, and how you should show emotions in conversation. A way for Aizawa to make him reveal something he didn’t want to.
“No,” he said, pissed off about it.
Aizawa started rearranging things on his desk while speaking. “It was an experiment done in the 1970’s to gather information about how humans make connections.“

Words: 1374, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23464621

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Pikachu and Zuko Walked Into U.A.
by xNightsilverx

…and what happens next?

|BNHA stories because I hate life.|
A lot of Kaminari or Todoroki stories ahead.

//Contains:
I. Pikachu don’t fly, Denki. |Kaminari, Todoroki| |April Fool’s Special|

Words: 1588, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Class 1-A and the Merry Company

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23466556

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porcelain
by achievingelysium

“You keep apologizing,” Aizawa-sensei says. That means he wants Shouto to stop, so Shouto says nothing. “Kid. Todoroki. You know I’m not mad at you, do you know that?”

Does he?

Aizawa-sensei looks up at him. He’s crouched by Shouto’s knee, and one hand is still holding Shouto’s wrist. It strikes Shouto that the look on his face is almost sad.

“Do you know that, Shouto?” he asks.

Shouto trembles a little, then squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

Words: 1131, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23459545

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Pikachu and Zuko Walked Into U.A.
by xNightsilverx

…and what happens next?

|BNHA stories because I hate life.|
A lot of Kaminari or Todoroki stories ahead.

//Contains:
I. Pikachu don’t fly, Denki. |Kaminari, Todoroki| |April Fool’s Special|

Words: 1588, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Class 1-A and the Merry Company

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23466556

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Pikachu and Zuko Walked Into U.A.
by xNightsilverx

…and what happens next?

|BNHA stories because I hate life.|
A lot of Kaminari or Todoroki stories ahead.

//Contains:
I. Pikachu don’t fly, Denki. |Kaminari, Todoroki| |April Fool’s Special|

Words: 1588, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Class 1-A and the Merry Company

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23466556

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Pikachu and Zuko Walked Into U.A.
by xNightsilverx

…and what happens next?

|BNHA stories because I hate life.|
A lot of Kaminari or Todoroki stories ahead.

//Contains:
I. Pikachu don’t fly, Denki. |Kaminari, Todoroki| |April Fool’s Special|

Words: 1588, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Class 1-A and the Merry Company

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23466556

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Me *drives right through the door to Horikoshi’s residence, rolls down the window*: Hi, I’d like to place an order. Can I get some canonical Aizawa adopts Shinsou?

Horikoshi: What the hell-

Me: With a side of Aizawa adopting Todoroki.

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porcelain
by achievingelysium

“You keep apologizing,” Aizawa-sensei says. That means he wants Shouto to stop, so Shouto says nothing. “Kid. Todoroki. You know I’m not mad at you, do you know that?”

Does he?

Aizawa-sensei looks up at him. He’s crouched by Shouto’s knee, and one hand is still holding Shouto’s wrist. It strikes Shouto that the look on his face is almost sad.

“Do you know that, Shouto?” he asks.

Shouto trembles a little, then squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

Words: 1131, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of 30 min fics

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23459545

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Dialogue prompt: "You've never hurt me. Ever."

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag | buy me a coffee

porcelain [read on AO3]

There’s blood between the tiles. 

For a moment Shouto stands there woodenly, just watching dark red creep across the floor. Around it are the broken pieces of the mug he’d been picking up. 

It doesn’t hurt, at first. And then it does, and Shouto looks at his hand. There’s a gash there where he’d grabbed the sharp edge by mistake—he should have known better than to pick up the pieces one by one, but the broom was in the storage closet down the hall and he’d wanted to clean up the mess quickly. 

Now it’s even messier. The cut, though not deep, stings. Shouto is moving even though his mind is caught in the one moment—dropping the mug, the sound of it shattering—and takes a kitchen towel. He crouches to the ground after wetting it and begins to swipe at the blood. It’s only a little bit. It’ll come out. 

Footsteps. 

Shouto stops. He remains crouched, but it’s like his limbs have locked into place. The edge of the towel, pressed against the palm of his hand, turns reddish. 

Maybe Shouto won’t be seen. Maybe if he stays here nothing will happen. 

His mistake. He’d come quietly to get some water when he couldn’t sleep, then dropped the mug and shattered it. He had to clean it up before anyone noticed. His mistake. 

“Todoroki?”

The kitchen lights flick on. Shouto flinches hard. 

He can’t move. He curls back in on himself, brings his hand close to his chest, because it hurts. He doesn’t want to be seen. He doesn’t want. 

A dark figure steps around the counter. Shouto trembles. 

“Todoroki?”

He dips his head and stares at the floor. There’s still a red smudge. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I made a mistake.”

There’s a pause. A lull. Shouto braces himself, grits his teeth and draws in a single breath, waiting. 

Aizawa-sensei crouches down next to him and says, again, his voice soft: “Todoroki?”

He can’t cry. 

He says, “I’m sorry, sensei.”

Shouto glances up when Aizawa-sensei doesn’t say anything for a moment, and finds a pair of critical eyes flitting between the mess on the floor and him. Putting the pieces together. 

“You’re hurt,” his teacher says. 

“I’m sorry,” Shouto blurts, because he doesn’t know how to respond. “I- I’m going to clean this, and I’ll replace the mug…”

“Todoroki.”

Shouto lapses into silence. It’s the tone of voice that stops him—firm, not gentle. 

“You cut your hand?”

“By accident,” he murmurs. Aizawa-sensei glances at the broken mug again and then stands and tells Shouto to follow him. 

Shouto can’t, for a second. His feet are frozen to the floor though when he looks down there’s no ice spiraling across the tiles. He stands. He takes a few steps. 

Aizawa-sensei leads Shouto to his room; it’s not much different than the students’, only slightly larger. It is different, though, because Aizawa-sensei’s room is minimal and bare in its decor. Where Shouto’s friends have rooms pasted with posters and cluttered with all sorts of knick-knacks, Aizawa-sensei’s room is mostly empty. 

But there’s still an echo of the person that lives there. On the desk Shouto sees a few framed pictures. The rumpled blanket on the bed is patterned with pawprints. There’s a small flower on the windowsill. 

“Sit down,” Aizawa-sensei says, and Shouto does. He has to listen. He has no choice. 

Aizawa-sensei holds out his hand expectantly, and when Shouto doesn’t move, he says, “Let me see your hand.”

“Yes, sensei.”

Shouto holds out his hand. Aizawa-sensei inspects it. 

“I’m sorry to bother you.” Shouto pauses, then adds, “You don’t have to— do anything for me.” 

He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to flee back to his room, lock the door, bandage his hand himself. But Aizawa-sensei fetches some gauze and a disinfecting wipe, and it stings when Aizawa-sensei cleans the cut. 

His teacher’s hand is gentle, though. Steady. He doesn’t do anything, except use one hand to keep Shouto’s in place and the other to bandage it. 

“You keep apologizing,” Aizawa-sensei says. That means he wants Shouto to stop, so Shouto says nothing. “Kid. Todoroki. You know I’m not mad at you, do you know that?”

Does he?

Aizawa-sensei looks up at him. He’s crouched by Shouto’s knee, and one hand is still holding Shouto’s wrist. It strikes Shouto that the look on his face is almost sad. 

“Do you know that, Shouto?” he asks. 

Shouto trembles a little, then squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

“I’m not mad at you,” Aizawa-sensei says. “Will you look at me when I say that, so you can believe me?”

Shouto does. Aizawa-sensei says it again. Shouto thinks he might believe it. 

“It’s just a mug,” Aizawa-sensei tells him. 

“I shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” 

Aizawa-sensei frowns. “You’re allowed to get water when you want it, kid. Even in the middle of the night. And dropping the mug was an accident, and cutting yourself picking up the pieces was an accident. It’s not— your fault.”

“I think so,” Shouto argues back, and he sees the moment Aizawa-sensei’s face tightens. 

“Shouto,” he says, “you were not at fault. Do you understand me?”

He doesn’t, but he thinks Aizawa-sensei wants to hear it, so he says, “Okay.”

Aizawa-sensei hesitates for a moment. Then, “Did you think I would punish you?”

Shouto wets his lips. He’d expected it. The question makes him uncomfortable; he’s made a mistake, and there’s bound to be a punishment, he thinks. But he’s also aware, that on some level, this is not what his friends would think, or what Aizawa-sensei would think. 

“…Yes.”

“I wouldn’t, for something like this.” Aizawa-sensei has a way of speaking, though, that always feels candid—he’s clear about what he means. Sensible. “And I wouldn’t hurt you. I know the dorms system is new, I know it might be… different than what you’re used to back home, but Todoroki, I need you to understand that I am not going to punish you for making a mistake. I don’t think you deserve that.” 

It’s a— 

Shouto is still waiting for the blow to come, but it isn’t coming. It won’t come, and he’s still caught in that moment, bracing himself. He wonders, briefly, if he’ll ever learn to stop, if he could ever unlearn what he’s been taught. In the moment it seems impossible. 

“Can you trust me when I say that much?” Aizawa-sensei asks. 

Shouto swallows. “You’ve never hurt me,” he murmurs, “ever.” 

Aizawa-sensei touches his knee. Feather-light. Just a touch, careful, his fingers waiting before he does to see if Shouto will pull away. It doesn’t hurt. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Aizawa-sensei says, and there seems to be no mistake there. 

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