Todoroki x Reader
Request on my Wattpad: “I was wondering if you can do a Todoroki x wolf reader where the reader is depressed and bullied because of her quirk and her family knows about her wolf quirk and disowns like they think she a disgrace abuse her and doesn’t want her and she feels so worthless she gets to a point where she feels not good enough and that she completely loses control of herself and turns into wolf or monster version wolf and Todorki he tries to help her I hope this makes sense and I hope it’s ok”
a/n: I’m not terribly happy with this, but it was a different kind of request, and I’m glad I did it. If it’s cringey, I’m sorry, but I hope it meant something to someone.
Also even though the request indicated female pronouns, I didn’t really use any, so consider this gender neutral. If anyone was wondering, I wanted the character to be kinda like Atsushi from Bungo Stray Dogs with the hair color and the personality, but also with wolf ears, so do with that info what you will.
I run through the dimly lit streets, tears streaking through my eyes as my heart pounds and chest heaves. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I have to get out of this hell I call life. Everything I thought I knew was a lie, I was the only person who didn’t know it.
Tripping over my own feet, I finally tumble down a hill and land at the base of a tree, finally stopping my rabid movement, but it doesn’t help my mind running five hundred miles a minute. I turn in on myself, trembling as the darkness surrounds me, clawing at me the same way I grip my legs to my chest.
The image of my parents smiling together with my younger sister is the only thing I see behind my eyelids. The last time I saw my family, there was nothing but turmoil and contempt. All the times my sister pulled at my ears, locked me in a closet, and cut me up; all the times my parents punished me by having me sleep outside “like the dog I am” for the slightest misdemeanors. They used to always argue, there was always screaming in my house.
My former house.
When I got into UA and we were forced to live in the dorms, my parents couldn’t look happier. In front of Aizawa and All Might, they contained the sheer joy they felt like the actors they are, and when my teachers left, they hurried to throw all of my things out the door.
“Finally, we can get rid of her!” they cheered. I can only watch in horror as they pack all my stuff away before pulling me by the ear and setting me out next to my belongings.
“Don’t ever come back! From now on, you’re on your own!” That was the day I became an orphan.
My parents always had this vendetta against me because of my quirk. They don’t know where it came from, no one in our family even had one like me. My dad used to always accuse my mom of having an affair with another man after she had me. I don’t know why he ever stayed, if he really believed that was true, but they both looked at me with contempt because of the quirk I shouldn’t have. And then I did the worst thing I could’ve done: I lost control one day. When I was playing with my sister, I don’t even remember why I got angry, but I bit her and scratched her. The only person who loved me in that house suddenly became scared, and grew to hate me just as much.
School wasn’t any better. Everyone teased me for being the tamest wolf they’ve ever seen.
“I thought you were supposed to be scary, you’re actually a huge wimp!”
“What kind of hero can you be when you can’t even stop mumbling to yourself?”
The only reason I was so quiet is because I couldn’t even raise my voice to assert myself in my house without being punished. My parents were so scared of me losing control again that they put me down for getting the slightest bit aggravated, so I learned to just lay low and stay quiet. And I couldn’t stand up to my bullies for fear of being punished at home.
I’m so ashamed of my quirk.
Going to UA was a dream of mine. It was my ticket to being able to use my quirk freely, so I can learn to control it to become a great hero. But I quickly realized how weak I and useless I was in comparison to the other students. Not being able to use my quirk at home took a toll on me, it was a miracle I even passed the entrance exam.
Today was particularly bad. I didn’t do well in quirk training today; I’ve been trying to partially manifest my quirk in some parts of my body to temporarily amplify my strength, but it’s just not working. Going for a walk in town to clear my head, I spotted my family out together, happy and smiling without me around. And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I tremble to myself under the tree, pushing against the rough bark biting into my forehead. They’re so much better without me. I was holding them back this entire time, I should’ve left years ago.
I’m a failure as a wolf.
What kind of wolf am I when I can’t even use my quirk?
I’ll never become a hero.
This is all because of my stupid quirk!
“Fuck everything!” I don’t even realize when I’d stood up and started punching the thick trunk. Blood drips from my knuckles, my vision blurry from tears. "You’ll never be a hero! You’re a failure! All you did was tear your family apart because of the stupid quirk you can’t even use properly! Idiot! Stupid! Weakling! Dumbass! Homewrecker!“
Fury rushes through me, the grayscale colors in front of me fuzzing together. My arms grow in size suddenly, my punches boring a large hole the size of my head into the bark and my nails have grown. Looking down, I’m farther off the ground, my clothes ripped to shreds on the grass, and teeth have grown into fangs. The shadowed silhouette of a wolf figure on two legs presses against the ground behind me, cast by the light of the moon. I scream, which sounds more like a gravelly growl into a howl. My blood boils with all the anger built up over the past ten years, fueling this wolf form I’ve only taken twice in my entire life.
I catch a familiar scent in the distance, blood warming my body at the thought of fresh blood.
”(Y/n)!“ A voice screams from the top of the hill I rolled down as it runs towards me. Once the owner closes in and notices what’s going on, he stops short, gawking up at my form.
I snarl, crouching down as if getting ready to strike. My rage blinds me, only guiding myself by the smell of my prey as the shadows blur.
”(Y/n),“ he repeats, more carefully this time, "Calm down, it’s me. I won’t harm you.”
My fangs bare at the boy. I’m ready to take my anger out on anyone, friend or foe. I stalk towards him. No one’s my friend, I’m all alone.
He takes a step back. "It’s me, Todoroki! Get ahold of yourself!“
I grit my fangs at myself, clawing at the ground to keep myself from attacking him despite the rage instinct telling me to attack. It hurts to fight, but I need to protect him. He can’t turn out like her.
"I believe in you, (Y/n)! I know you can fight it!”
Another piercing howl screeches out of my mouth, overwhelming my head with painfully conflicting emotions.
“Try to breathe.” Shoto’s voice calms down. "Relax and breathe.“
I loosen my tightened jaw and fists, smoke starting to come out of my nose in grunts. I imagine it being my anger escaping out of me. Feeling myself deflate, despair sets back in. I almost hurt him. I crouch down as my body shrinks back to normal, hugging my knees to my chest. I’m physically and mentally burnt out, too numb to feel my emotions but I know they’re still there.
Shoto approaches me, slipping his oversized denim jacket over my naked form. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“I should be asking you that,” I sigh, too tired to get up. The wind brushes my skin and I clutch the jacket closed, slipping my arms through the sleeves. "I almost attacked you, I’m sorry.“
He shakes his head, kneeling down in front of me. "It’s fine. Why are you out here alone anyway?”
“I…saw something. And I just took off running and I got here.” I rub my temples with my hand to ease an oncoming headache. "Things just got overwhelming, but I’m okay now.“
Shoto’s mouth sets into a line. "You’re not okay. You haven’t turned into a wolf since you were eight, not even in training. You must have been extremely distressed.”
I shrink into myself. "I don’t want to talk about it…“
His bi-colored eyes rest on me, but he doesn’t push the matter further. "You look exhausted, let me carry you.” He squats down in front of me. "Get on my back.“
I’m happy he’s much bigger than me, his jacket manages to cover everything down mid-thigh even while I’m on his back. My arms hang loosely from his shoulders as he hikes up the hill and back to the main road. It seems I ended up in a park near the town. The streetlamps light the sidewalk, people staring at us as we walk by, but I’m too tired to care.
"Do you think it would calm you down to visit your parents?” Todoroki asks modestly. "Or maybe you can go get some clothes-“
"My parents won’t want to see me, let’s just go back to school,” I interject feebly. A fresh set of tears threaten to fill my eyes.
He doesn’t question it, continuing to walk as his gentle rocking pace persists.
“I’m surprised you aren’t running away from me,” I mumble as we reach the road going up the mountain to UA. "I almost killed you.“
"I know you wouldn’t, I have faith in you.”
I close my eyes, leaning against the side of his head. "I’m so ashamed you had to see me like that. I probably looked like a monster.“
"Aside from the danger you posed in the moment, I think you looked…majestic.”
My eyes fly open and I tense, waiting for him to elaborate. How could he possibly think that about me?
“Your fur matches the gray of your hair, gleaming in the moonlight. It looked soft enough to touch, all the way down to your tail. But your ice blue eyes were my favorite. Once you calmed down, they were practically glowing. I’d like to see you like that more often, once you’ve trained enough of course.”
My heart quickens at his compliments, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Thank you, Sh-Shoto. Though, I don’t know when exactly I’ll even get to that point.“
He’s silent for a moment, his steady rhythm continuing up the path. "I’ve known you for a while, (Y/n), since we were younger. I know I’ve never been much help with you and people teasing you for being weak, but I want you to know that you’re not weak. Obviously, you have a lot of emotional baggage with your family, and it’s trickled into your own inner demons. You should know that you’re strong for dealing with it on your own all this time, but you should find family elsewhere. I know you’re stuck, but make your own family of people you care about, and - when you’re ready - confide in them about your problems, they’ll be there to help you. I’m here to help you.”
Tears silently roll down my cheek, but I don’t want to wipe them and call attention to it, so I rest my chin on his shoulder. "Do you think…my quirk is good, Shoto?“
"Of course I do,” he answers without missing a beat. "It’s your’s to use as you wish. I know you’ll use it to become a great hero someday.“ His footsteps stop and he gently puts me down to face me. "You’re a good person, (Y/n). Your quirk is an extension of yourself, and I know you’ll use it for the benefit of others, even if you’ve probably made mistakes in the past.” His thumbs gently rub the wetness from my face. "And nobody should tell you otherwise.“
I lean into his touch, my eyes flying open when he presses his lips to my forehead. His mismatched eyes bore into mine, glistening under the dim lights of the streetlamps and the moon. My heart pounds at the amount of pure affection he’s showering me with, it makes me want to cry even more.
"I’ll be there to support you every step of the way.”