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thehusbandoden · 1 month

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MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)

A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.

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Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24

Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)

“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”

You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.

You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.

“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.

You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”

You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.

Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.

Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.

(Bakugo's masterlist)

Shoto (303 words)

(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)

The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.

You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.

“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.

“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.

“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”

You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.

Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.

“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.

“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.

“You’ll get sick.” You pout.

“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.

(Sho's masterlist)

Hawks (149 words)

“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.

“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.

“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.

“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.

You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.

“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose.

“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

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aureliaporter · 9 months

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just breathe

summary: when you disappear for six hours straight, overworking yourself, shoto panics and misunderstands the entire situation.

a/n: literally the first anime man i ever simped for and holy shit do i need to get caught up on MHA i am like two seasons behind :,(

cw: intentional lowercase, slightly insecure!todoroki, probably ooc!todoroki, overworked!reader, overwhelmed!reader, mentions of skipping meals, reverse comfort

YOUR TO-DO list had seen better days. much better days.

today, it was overflowing. there were assignments for every class, multiple different kinds of quirk training you had yet to complete, cleaning to do in your dorm room, hopefully a meal or two to eat - if you had the time - a multitude of people to call back and respond to, and, as always, a boyfriend to communicate with.

but, sitting at your desk with a stack of papers beside you that seemed neverending, you found yourself forgetting anything else you needed to do. hours passed in a haze of paper, hand cramps, and scribbles of words and equations and formulas. time blurred together, your neck and back ached, and it wasn’t until you noticed you were practically squinting at your papers that you realized-

the sun had set.

you didn’t register it for a moment. you had a candle burning beside you and a laptop in front of you, enough so then you could still see your papers and continue to work. but you were squinting hard, and it was starting to bother your head as well as the rest of you. with a sigh, you stood up for a moment, finally stretching as you made your way to the light switch.

you passed your nightstand on the way back, and your eyes locked onto your phone. you told yourself not to touch it, to return to your desk until the work was done, but then you were desperate to know what time it was, and you were unlocking your phone.

seven thirty-eight.

you were about to click off your phone, you really were, when you received a text message from tsuyu. you merely blinked at it, not really comprehending the words, until you swiped down to see all your notifications.

.. oops.

as it turns out, your sudden disappearance off the face of the earth had scared - not just your shoto - but the rest of your classmates. even bakugou, who was prone to either ignoring everyone or expressing his severe dislike, had texted you, asking where you were. you had messages from everyone - thankfully not aizawa-sensei - in your class. you stared at the screen for a moment, trying to weigh your options.

respond.. finish the work.. go downstairs.. what to do? your thoughts were fragmented, a sure sign of overwork, but you dismissed it. maybe you just needed a coffee. yes, that sounded perfect. it got you downstairs, so everyone would know you were still alive, and it would help you focus.

with your plan in mind - get downstairs, make a cup of coffee, answer three or four questions of where you were, return to your room - you left your room for the first time in six hours, footsteps light on the ground as you walked to the elevator. the doors opened, and you were stepping inside, not noticing the other occupant.

“.. (y/n)?” shoto todoroki asked, eyes wide as he looked at you. “you’re- where have you been?”

you froze, not having prepared yourself to see him just yet. “uh.. in my room?” you said, your tone lilting upwards, as if you were also confused.

he nodded, reaching out a hand to you before pausing and retracting it, his eyes boring into his palm. “did.. did i do something?” he asked, refusing to look at you.

you stared at him, lips parting. “what?”

he shrugged helplessly, suddenly looking a lot like the hurt little boy he had confided in you about. “well.. you didn’t respond. to.. anyone. i kept calling, and texting, and then i went to your room, and i knocked, and you didn’t answer so i didn’t know if you were even in there, and then i remembered that sometimes i leave you on read or i say the wrong thing or i freeze you and then i thought that-”

you cut off his ramble with a hand to his left cheek, your thumb stroking softly over the scarred skin. “shoto. breathe, baby,” you said softly, taking his hand to press to your chest and taking a deep breath, showing him to match your breathing. “just breathe.”

he nodded, taking in a shuddering breath and releasing it with you - at least, doing his best to. when he exhaled, he slumped, like all the nervous energy in him had slipped out, and he rested his head against your shoulder. you continued breathing with him, and he kept matching your breaths until his heart rate was calm again.

“thank you, (y/n),” he murmured, keeping his head resting on your shoulder.

you nodded, releasing his hand, fully intent on letting go of him, but he merely grasped your hand tighter, taking a half-step closer to you.

“can we.. stay like this? just for a bit?” he said, one hand enclosed around yours, the other wrapped around your waist.

instead of responding verbally, you wrapped your free arm around his torso, keeping him close to you.

you both remained like that for quite some time, merely basking in each other’s embrace, until the elevator doors started to open. you both froze, having forgotten where you were entirely.

and then denki’s voice was practically echoing in the elevator, making you both wince.

“hey! quit canoodling in public!”

:p hello children! i am heading off to vacation tomorrow, so i have no idea what posting will be like, but i will do my best!! please make sure to comment or send in an ask if you like anything or if you want to see anything! have a great night lovelies <3

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mirkoluvs · 10 months

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★ GETTING INTO AN ARGUMENT WITH MHA CHARACTERS (PT. 2)

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: comfort !!

notes: find part 1 here !! i’ve been busy with stuff, sorry for not getting this out sooner!

izuku midoriya

- a day had passed since he flipped out at you

- he knew he messed up but you were letting him know he messed up.

- every time he texted you he’d always end up being left on read or delivered.

- even at school when he tried to come up to you, you’d always end up running towards somebody else and joining into a conversation with them.

- he wasn’t going to give up until he finally talked to you and figured things out though

- which is how he ended up in front of your dorm room door at 9 pm at night.

izuku let out a nervous exhale before raising his fist to knock on your door. fighting his nerves, he shook his head and hit his fist against it gently. “coming!”, you chirped, pushing yourself out from your desk to answer the door. a faint smile arose on his face at the sound of your positive voice, but quickly got washed away by nerves once he saw the door begin to open. when you opened the door and saw izuku there, you rolled your eyes, beginning to shut the door, but you were quickly stopped by izuku shoving his foot into the space between the door, slipping his hand in as well so he had a hold on the door. “y/n, please talk to me”, he muttered, trying to look you in the eyes. “hasn’t enough been said? what happened to you and your “limits”?”, you sarcastically asked, putting emphasis on the limits part. he sighed, looking down at the ground. “listen, please. i really, really didn’t mean all of that. i was just so overwhelmed and exhausted but i know that doesn’t excuse me snapping on you like that. i don’t know where i’d be without you watching over me all the time”, he spoke, his voice was passionate and somewhat shaky. “i love you so much, y/n. i wouldn’t be where i am without you, and i’m so, so sorry for taking that all out on you”, he finished. only hearing silence back from you, he got nervous. slowly looking up, he was faced with the sight of you with tears glistening in your eyes. his eyes widened as he panicked. “oh no… i’m sorry, i’m sorry! was it something i said? shit-“, “no- no, you’re fine, zuku. this is perfect, actually. thank you”, you cut him off, a small tear falling down your face as you quickly wiped it away. izuku sighed as he pushed the door out of the way and pulled you into a hug. “i love you so much and i’m so sorry”, he told you again, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “it’s okay, i love you too”, you sighed, snuggling into his hold. “i thought you were gonna break up with me for a second…”, he confessed. you let out a laugh at this, causing him to laugh a bit as well. “i’d have to go crazy to break up with you”.

katsuki bakugo

- yeah… he was losing it 💀

- he expected you to get over the whole situation overnight and things would go back to normal the next day, but it was the complete opposite.

- you ignored him constantly throughout the entire day.

- even when he’d call out your name, you’d act like you didn’t hear anything.

- his final straw was when you tried to walk home without him.

- that’s when he snapped, he was tired of the hard feelings between you two and he couldn’t deal with it anymore, he wanted to fix it.

you felt a hold on your wrist that caused you let out a slight shriek, but you quickly calmed down when seeing who’s touch it was. of course, it was katsuki. “are we gonna talk about this or are you just gonna keep ignoring me?”, he asked, and surprisingly he seemed genuine too. “you made it known what place this relationship has in your life, i really don’t see what else there is to talk about”, you answered, your voice raw and harsh. he hated this side of you, and he hated being the reason for it. “i don’t- can you just listen to me?”, he somewhat begged, his voice quickly descending from annoyance to calmness. your eyes somewhat widened at his urgency. it wasn’t often that you saw him be so vulnerable in a sense, honestly you don’t ever recall seeing him like this. “i’m listening”, you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him, waiting to hear what he could possibly say. you had a hard time believing that he was actually about to take accountability for everything because based on previous events, he didn’t seem like the type to do so, ever. “ok… i know i fucked up. i’m not gonna stand here like a moron and act like there was a good reason for forgetting our anniversary because there wasn’t. i was just caught up with all my training that it slipped my mind, but i know that doesn’t make up for shit. and all those things i said last night, i didn’t mean it. any of it, i was being fuckin’ careless with my words. it wasn’t “just some anniversary”, it’s a big ass milestone, i know that and i wanna make it up to you. i treated you like straight shit and i regret it so, so bad. i… i’m sorry”, he spoke firmly, making sure you knew his words were genuine, and you definitely did. your eyes were blown open, shocked at the speech he just gave. you never thought you’d ever see him so apologetic or ever hear him say things like these. you could feel tears pricking your eyes, but you quickly pushed them away, letting out a soft giggle. he raised an eyebrow but quickly lost his composure when you jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly. “t-thank you katsuki. this means the world to me, seriously. i forgive you”, you sniffled, hiding your face in his neck. he let out a chuckle, hugging you back. “yeah, yeah. and i’m serious ‘bout what i said, im gonna take my sweet girl on a proper anniversary date, alright?”, he smirked, rubbing your back. “yeah, that sounds perfect”.

shoto todoroki

- the difference between shoto and the other two is that he didn’t even wait till the next day to talk to you 😭

- he wanted to make things right between you two and fast, you knew how much he hated ending things on a bad note between you two.

- he made his way to your dorm, determined to gain your forgiveness

- it was when when he got to your dorm and heard sniffling from the outside, his heart ached. he knew how bad he messed up.

leaning against the door separating you from him, he heard soft sobs and sniffles, causing his heart to ache a bit. he never wanted to be the one responsible for your tears and sadness. he was meant to be the person to take that all away from you, but yet here he was, being the reason you were crying alone in a dark room late at night. he gently knocked against the door, and once he did the noises behind the door came to an immediate stop. “y/n, it’s me… can we talk?”, he asked, his fist still on the door as he waited for an answer. a few seconds went by, nothing. he knew you were in there, so he figured you were either ignoring him or just didn’t want to face him. “i know you’re in there, but i understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now… i’ll still say what i have to say anyway”, he started, clearing his throat. on the other side of the door, you were scooting closer to the door, wanting to hear what he had to say. you weren’t going to open the door, you couldn’t face him with how much of a mess you were in. you didn’t want him to see you in such a weak state because of him. “i’m so sorry for what i said earlier. i didn’t mean any of it. my father gave me a hard time when i visited and natsuo was also pushing it with him, it was just a mess. that’s why i was so upset, but that doesn’t matter anymore. i should’ve talked to you instead of holding it all in. it’s like you said, if i keep holding in all my problems, i’ll burst, and that’s what happened. you didn’t deserve that at all, and i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it”, he confessed. he waited a couple moments, praying that you’d respond. when he heard nothing, he rested his forehead against the door, sighing. “i’m not leaving until i know you’re okay”, he muttered. little did he know on the other side of the door, you were tearing up all over again. you quickly stood up, unlocking the door and whipping it open as you jumped into his arms. he was startled but quickly wrapped his arms around you, sighing with relief. “i love you, sho… it’s all fine now, i forgive you”, you told him, your voice a bit shaky as you smiled, hiding you face in his neck. “i love you so much more”, he muttered. he took you out of his arms for a moment, taking your face into his hands. he let out a sad sigh at your bloodshot eyes and red nose, feeling so guilty. “i’m sorry, so sorry my love”, he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. “it’s alright now, just promise me you’ll talk to me from now on, ‘kay?”, “i promise”.

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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How The Two of You Sleep - BNHA

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki would be the kind of guy that would completely deny any kind of affection until he really got his guard down, meaning, he is totally unconscious when he finally grabs you in a cuddle, one you will never escape! Mwahaha!

~ If only you knew how nervous he was! ~ How he didn't want to hold your hand in case he let off an explosion by accident and hurt you. ~ How he wanted more than anything in the world to hold you close to him but he didn't want you to hear how fast his heart was beating. ~ The two of you were sat studying, until you eventually got tired, already in your pyjamas, you grabbed your boyfriend by the elbow and pulled him into bed. ~ As you begin to fall asleep, Katsuki keeps his distance for a while, you were a bit upset, but felt sure he had his reasons, so you left him, choosing to sleep closest to the edge of his bed. ~ Once Katsuki had finally managed to relax, you could feel his arm wrap around your waist, he seemed to do it subconsciously, he pulled you away from the edge of the mattress and into the safety of his arms.

Izuku Midoriya

I can picture Izuku wanting to be as close to you as possible, but would be way to nervous to be able to do so! I definitely think you would be the one to initiate any affection, that includes while you're both sleeping.

~ 'What do I do!?' Izuku thought to himself, as the two of you were lying in bed, him still wide awake and panicking, you slowly drifting off. ~ 'They're really close! Do I try and bring them closer? Would they get upset and push me away? What if I give them space and they get mad and break up with me!? Think I don't want them! What the f-' ~ Izuku's brain rant was interrupted by the person in question. ~ You had gotten even closer, he could vaguely smell your hair, it was lovely! N-not that he was being creepy on purpose!!! ~ Not only had you gotten closer, you had cuddled up into his chest, your arms around his waist, soft puffs of air leaving your open lips. ~ Izuku's panic went away quickly, the warmth of your body calming him down, almost instantly.

Shoto Todoroki

Once again, I feel like Shoto would be super nervous about sleeping with you, even if the both of you know, it was JUST sleeping, but the thought of being so close to you, when the two of you had barely gone further than a peck on the cheek and holding hands, was making him a bit anxious…

~ Picture this: Shoto lying stock still in bed, wearing more clothes than usual, so as not to freak you out (I feel like because of his quirk, he would sleep shirtless, boy runs hot!), as you lie virtually on top of the poor thing, moving your head on his chest to either sit on his hot or cold side. ~Shoto would be the best to sleep next to during any season, he could tell when you were too warm or too cold and would adjust his body temperature to make sure you were comfortable. ~ It would take him a while to get used to the feeling of you being SO close to him, he could feel your breath against the skin of his neck and was sure you could hear his intense heartbeat. ~ But once he did get accustomed, he would gladly accept any affection you can give him, poor touch-starved baby, he would hold you as tightly as he can without waking you. Bonus! Shoto would wake up first every morning, making sure not to move you until you had gotten to sleep in, at least a little while, he would wake you up with little kisses all over your face, changing his temperature, tickling you with chilly smooches!

Eijiro Kirishima

Big Man Eijiro! Biggest cuddle bunny, he would definitely scoop you up and cuddle you, just because he wanted to! But he would also take 'No' for an answer, if you wanna be alone, he would leave you alone! Consent is super manly!

~ Eijiro could see you were feeling down, he wanted to make you feel better in any way he could! ~ "Babe!" He called, causing you to turn your head and gaze those sad eyes up at him. He walked over to you and picked you up, bridal style of course, most manly way of carrying his precious cargo. ~ "Let's go take a nap, been missing ya!" ~ With that, he takes you to whoever's dorm room is closest. ~ Eijiro sits on the bed and keeps you in his lap, his strong arms keeping you as close to him as possible. ~ Every time you try and lift your head, to protest or question, he gently places his big hand on the crown of your head and moves you back to snuggling up against his shoulder. ~ Eventually you got to sleep, your hands softly gripping onto your boyfriend's shirt. ~ Smiling at your peaceful expression, Eijiro settled down to sleep with you, making sure not to jostle you too much.

Denki Kaminari

No shame! Absolutely none! He will pull you away from conversations, hang up on your parents when they call to check in and get in the way of your studying until you're forced to nap with him! It's his right as the boyfriend!

~ "Baaaaaby!" ~ You could hear Denki calling you, sighing with a smile and already closing your Heroic History textbook. ~ You got up from your desk, making a nest of pillows so you could at least be comfortable when you were tackled. ~ Speaking of which, your boyfriend has found you… ~ Denki had opened the door to your dorm room, "You ready for this?" He asked with a smirk, trying to be flirty, wound up looking like the most adorable dork ever. ~ Rolling your eyes with a grin, you raised your arms, ready for the hug you would be receiving whether you liked it or not! ~ "YAY!" Denki shouted, before tackling you onto the bed, nuzzling your neck and trying to get as close to you as was physically possible, he was on top of you, your legs tangled with his, as the two of you settled into a nap.

Bonus! I can picture Denki getting either too comfortable, or too excited around you, especially when sleeping, that he would get a bit sparky. Tiny shocks have woken you up before, but you couldn't get mad when your boyfriend looked like he was practically purring!

Hitoshi Shinsou

Tired boy! Needs cuddles! Sort of like a mixture of Denki and Eijiro, he would steal you away for secret naps, especially after Aizawa's training sessions. You were going to nap with him, dead or alive… Sorry, too dark?

~ Hitoshi was getting more and more frustrated, upset that he wasn't able to find you and he'd looked everywhere! ~ He'd bothered your friends, your family, but seemingly didn't search the obvious place, the place you met up, literally everyday. ~ His dorm room… ~ "There you are." He was always a bit blunt when it came to the end of the day, he was way too tired for formalities, but he still greeted you with a light kiss and you guys chatted for a while, before he made his move. ~ He shifted you into his arms, happy with the way you were settled in his lap, against his chest, he was against the mountain of pillows and blankets on his bed. (You can't tell me he wouldn't have the comfiest room, other than Aizawa…) ~ He would get comfortable and be asleep in minutes, this was the moment you had been waiting for. ~ Hitoshi would never let you touch his hair, even though he loved it, it seemed too intimate to him, at least whilst he was awake, he was happy to let you do it when he was unconscious. ~ And you did, happily running your fingers through purple candy floss strands!

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enbyenvy666 · 15 days

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I'll do a request how about todoroki and bakugou accidentally burning their partner while sparring? Figure it's how they apologize or make up for it. Partner isn't mad though.

hope you enjoy :)

CONTENT WARNINGS - gn reader, semi-graphic depictions of burns, comfort, mild mild mild angst, accurate first aid, no beta we die like men

w/c - .8k

Todoroki

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It was part of your weekly routine, sparring with Shoto to hone your skills and his. It wasn’t odd to end up with a couple of bruises and scrapes, you were a pro hero and so was he, both with powerful quirks, it was an occupational hazard. There were never any serious injuries, no black eyes or anything that needed stitches.

Until one night when you tried to dodge his flaming fist and your exhausted body caused your knee to give way, falling against his arm. He reacted quickly, deactivating his quirk and helping you to the ground so you fell safely. Your shirt was singed, burning away to reveal the reddened skin underneath. You could only writhe, stuck between sucking in deep breaths and being unable to breathe out.

Shoto spat out apology after apology, wanting to hold you but afraid he would harm you again. But you reached out to him, gripping his arm as you pulled yourself upwards. Through gritted teeth, you asked him to help you to the bathroom so you could run room-temperature water over the burn. He quickly helped you to the bathroom, running the shower so you could sit in the water stream.

“I’m really sorry, love,” he whispered as he removed your shirt. The cool water over the burn eased the pain enough for you to smile softly, reaching out to cup his cheek, your thumb running over his scar.

“I’m not mad Sho, it was an accident,” you explained. “If anything I should blame myself for falling.”

“But that’s not your fault!” Shoto countered. With a grin, you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Help me wrap this up and we’ll call it even.”

Bakugo

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Not everyone knew that when Katsuki used his quirk frequently in a short period of time his hands got really hot to produce more sweat. During his hero work, he wore gloves so it wasn’t usually a problem and thus he forgot about it. He was training with you on one of the few nights he had free. He was training his endurance in particular, testing the longevity of his quirk by firing off explosion after explosion in quick succession until he couldn’t produce any more nitroglycerin.

You held padded blocks over your hands, protecting yourself from his onslaught of explosions. They weren’t as strong as normal as Katsuki was more focused on his stamina for the time being, but even for a moment you felt like you were going to be knocked off your feet. But he finally stopped, shaking out his hands as he felt his muscles twist into cramps.

You slipped your hand out of the padding, holding it up to high-five as you usually did to congratulate him on a job well done. And as usual, when your palms met, he could pull you in for a kiss. But when his fingers wrapped around your hand, you let out a shriek, ripping your hand out of his grip. It took a moment, but the shape of his hand and fingers showed up on your hand in a bright red.

He cursed, wiping his hand on his pants as if that would cool them faster. They were still warm when he grabbed your good hand to drag you to the kitchen, running the sink and sticking your hand under it. He was quiet, brow knitted more than normal as he glared at the water flowing from the tap. Not a word was said as he retrieved the first aid kit, gently drying your hand with paper towels before rubbing aloe vera over the burn, carefully avoiding spots where blisters started to form.

You watched his eyes flickering, tense muscles in his face twitching as he fought with himself internally. He made sure to wrap the bandages loosely in case your hand swelled, but his ginger touches were juxtaposed by how he roughly put the first aid kit away, slamming the cupboard closed afterwards. He didn’t come to you when you reached out to him as if he was punishing himself by not allowing you to comfort him. So you went to him instead, fingers weaving through the soft, blonde hair at the back of his neck to pull him down until your forehead met his.

“It’s okay, I’m not angry,” you whispered. Katsuki shut his eyes, arms slinking around your waist as he allowed himself to bask in your relaxing touch. The back of your fingers on your injured hand lightly brushed across his jaw. He grasped your hand delicately, bringing the digits to his lips to kiss tenderly. Pressing your lips to his, he felt you pulling away after, and quickly wrapped his strong arms around you to pull you back in, his chin on your shoulder.

“Just a bit longer.”

#bnha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #comfort #x gn reader

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jupiterredolent · 1 year

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SOME OF YALL ARE JUST…

you know that angst is fucking delicious when you can feel your heart sinking in your chest. some of y’all are just too damn good, omg.

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #battison x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #könig x reader #x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #angst writing #angst prompt #angst fanfic #captain john price x reader #john price x reader

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bakubunny · 3 months

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a/n: accidentally calling shoto daddy. that’s it, that’s the fic. i don’t normally hc this, but if i did….

tw: f!reader, established relationships, aged up characters, hurt/comfort, smut, daddy kink, trauma meets trauma, shoto is a sweetheart, sorta self-inserty and very self indulgent so there’s your disclaimer

thinkin abt the disastrous moment you slip up and call shoto daddy. you swore to yourself you never would, that those thoughts would all stay in your head, because you cared about him more than anyone else in the world. and you knew how much of a monster enji was.

when it happened, you had your hands tangled in his hair, his strong arms wrapped tight around your thighs, trembling and weak. you couldn’t think properly at this point, yet he still hadn’t stopped. shoto’s tongue slid into your weeping cunt. your head spun as your hips bucked into shoto’s face, fingers curled tighter into his soft locks. he groaned heavily against your skin. a shudder of sensation rippled through your body.

and without a single thought formed in your head, it slipped out, whiny and slurred.

“daddyyy-”

your eyes snapped open.

shoto’s body went rigid as his cock jumped underneath his stomach. his emotions drew blank. he had only heard that word directed at him once, someone he’d only known a few hours that he promptly kicked out and never called again. but you, he knew you.

he loved you.

didn’t you love-

“shit. shit, i’m so sorry. i’m sorry, sho.”

the panic in your voice pulled him back in as you squirmed, trying to push him away, pull at his hands. but he remained still. the words kept tumbling out of your mouth over and over, “i’m sorry.”

shoto looked up and saw tears welling in your eyes. his thoughts came together. he wiped his mouth when he let go. and though you tried to curl into yourself, he wouldn’t let you. he crawled up between your legs and reached for your face as he sought out your gaze.

a swell over vulnerability overwhelmed your thoughts. “i never meant to say it, i promise-”

“look at me. it’s okay. i’m not mad,” shoto said softly. “you’re safe.”

he thumbed away your tears as they fell.

“i know but i don’t want to hurt you,” you replied, words spilling out faster than your could think.

warmth bloomed in his chest. shoto had learned with you that sometimes mistakes were made. sometimes, people got hurt, especially in a relationship with so much baggage.

“i know.” he wrapped his bare body around yours.

the comfort of his weight pressed into you. a mixture of thoughts he couldn’t pin down brewed as you clung to him in silence. he didn’t know how to respond, so he took to something you’d said to him more than once.

“we-” he swallowed. “we should talk about this later. when you’re ready,” shoto said, his lips against your neck.

you nodded. “yeah.”

“do you want to stop?” he asked.

you shook your head. “need you. do you?”

his hips rocked into yours, sliding his cock against your slick heat. you whined as his lips trailed warm kisses up to your mouth.

“not at all. i love you, angel.” shoto reached down to line up with your cunt and pushed in.

your cry was swallowed by his kiss, and your fingers curled tighter into his back. tears ran down your cheeks.

“i love you so much.”

#im soft rn #i wanted to do more but this just felt right #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #hurt/comfort #bnha smut #todoroki smut #x reader #f!reader #tw daddy kink #aged up characters #bakubunny

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sundeathh · 1 year

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Aizawa’s sick day

One-shot | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Word count: 2,5k

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: fluffy, reverse comfort, home life, romance, SFW

CW: Sickness, of course (nothing too disturbing). Also: stable relationship, cheesy stuff, married couple dynamic, playful threats and teases. Readers' gender and appearance are not described, but there is a mention of reader being a "wife".

Notes: I've been working a lot lately, and I managed to get myself sick. I went to the EM two times now, and I just got some palliative medicine that didn't do much to the overall issue. I'm still sick. But I'm better than before and will be returning to work tomorrow (I can't afford absence anymore, unfortunately). But that's it.

I hate being sick, as real life doesn't pause to let me rest. So, to help me unwind for a little bit, I wrote this piece to take the focus off my sickness and to flutter my chest by pretending to take care of, at least, a fictional character. I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry if there's any spelling; it is late, I'm sleepy, and my eyes are burning. Take care, love yall.

08:44 pm

"I'm home." The tired man called as he opened the door and took off his shoes. It has been a long day at work, and Shōta is more than exhausted. Slowly, he made his way down the hall to put the rest of his stuff away and grab a quick shower before dinner.

After taking note that you were not in the living room nor the kitchen, he reached your shared bedroom and pushed the door open, where he met with a smile that caused him to relax instantly after stepping inside.

"Oh! Hey, hun! Welcome back!" You greeted as you folded another piece of laundry, which was still warm from the dryer. Neat piles lined up on the king-sized bed.

"Hey." He replied quietly before walking over to you and pecking your lips. It had been rough lately, and every time he got home late from work, you noticed how increasingly tense he seemed as the days passed.

"I thought you would be home early today." You commented. "Where were you? I was worried."

He sat on the bed next to where you stood, watching as you folded another shirt. Then, he sighed, rubbing his sore eyes as he rested his other hand on his knee.

"I was supposed to, but they needed me for a meeting and kept me late. Sorry I didn't text you." He explains, feeling a slight guilt sting in his chest as he glances at the clothes on the bed. You had to do his chores again.

"I see." You respond quietly, with no resentment in your voice at all. "It's fine. But it is also late, so you should get ready for dinner." You instructed.

Aizawa nodded and stood up before heading into the bathroom to shower, coming back moments later looking entirely drowsy.

"You look so exhausted." Your worried words pull Shōta from his sleepy state, the bed now looking pretty free from the clothes as you put the last pile into a drawer. "Didn't take proper care of yourself today, did you?" You questioned. "Did you eat anything besides applesauce?"

His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you. You know he hates when you call him out like this. But you are right. Today was rough. "Yeah, yes, I know. Sorry. I promise I'll get better." His soft tone had you smiling.

"No need to apologize, baby. I was just worried, that is all." You reassured as you walked toward him, snaking your arms around his waist and holding on tight, pulling him closer against your body. "You okay?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah." He nuzzled your neck. "Just tired." He explained, and you gently ran your hand up and down his back.

The two of you stayed embraced for a few seconds, pulling apart only after your stomach let out its demands, prompting you both to chuckle lightly.

"Sorry, I have not eaten yet." You apologized before inviting him to the dining room, dragging his willing self by the hand.

As he followed behind, you heard him scolding you for your behavior. "I told you to stop waiting for me to have dinner when I do not get home until seven."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned the corner. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." You replied as you walked into the kitchen. "And besides, I did not have the appetite to eat alone anyway."

That earned you a soft laugh from the man who walked into the kitchen soon after you, helping you bring the food to the dining table afterward.

And, as you made yourselves comfortable, you two started eating. Small talk filled the air as you avoided both talking about work or the things that could be troubling your husband since dinner was not time for stress.

And this goes both ways, as Shōta knows that this small amount of time after he arrives is all he has with you since he needs to leave for work again before you even wake up the next day.

Not long after, however, you can not help but notice how the dark circles under his eyes looked more purple than you ever saw, and his movements seemed a lot slower than what you were used to;

It worried you. Even though you know the hero and teaching work are naturally wearing, despite his tiredness, he always afforded to act, at least around you, not so worn out.

He had not been sleeping well recently, and you wanted to do something about it; but now was not the time, so you decided against mentioning it to him right now, as you knew it would bother him even further.

But he noticed you staring anyway, and his gaze drifted toward your lips, then back to your eyes. He raised a brow.

"Are you gonna finish those?" You asked, motioning to his half-eaten meal, which he absently turned over repetitively with his utensils. He shrugged. "Maybe later tonight?"

You nodded once in understanding and returned your attention to your plate. "Okay," you said.

He then went back into playing with his food in silence, which you did not mind. You know he was not hungry anymore but was making time to give you company as you finished your meal anyways.

Once you finished, he rinsed the dishes while you dried them, setting them aside. Then, Shōta followed you back into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch.

Before long, you were cuddling together as something mindless passed on the TV screen. And, at some point during the movie, you began yawning, slowly lulling your head onto the shoulder of your partner, while his head would eventually fall forward as sleep threatened to grab hold of either of you.

So, reluctantly you sat up, stretching your back before turning to face Shōta. "Should we head to bed? Or do you want us to stay up here a while longer?" You asked, leaning in slightly, resting a hand on his leg.

He shook his head. "I think it's time for bed."

You nodded and stood up first, extending your hand toward him to help him stand up too. And, with his hand intertwined with yours, you led him back to the bedroom – where he went straight to lie on the bed.

After you were both settled, you wrapped an arm around his torso, nuzzling your head into his chest as he reciprocated the embrace, snuggling closer. Then, he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

02:51 am

You woke up feeling hot. Well, hot enough for someone who does not bother regard to temperature. It is a bit unusual, and usually, you do not even realize the temperature change when asleep.

You shifted in the grasp of your husband, turning over to your side as you tried, in vain, to cool down before realizing that the overheating you felt was radiating from the man you tangled with to sleep.

A frown immediately appeared on your face while moving your hand to place it over his forehead. Perhaps he was feverish?

Hmm, maybe. You could not tell for sure, but the skin felt a lot warmer to your touch. It did not feel right. So, carefully extracting yourself from the embrace, you walked to the closet and retrieved a thermometer, which you then returned and inserted into his mouth before sitting on the edge of the bed with him.

After a moment, the beeping of the device signaled that it finished testing; you watched as he started waking up a little after you took it out, his eyes fluttering open and landing upon the sight of you – sitting on the bed beside him, watching him cautiously.

He blinked, slowly bringing his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey." He greeted, his voice hoarse.

You gave him a gentle smile. "Hey." You replied, and he glanced back up at you.

"What are you doing?" He asks, squinting slightly in the darkness as if trying his best to decipher your features.

"Doing a little research." You responded. "Feeling alright? No headache?"

He furrowed his brows together. "No, why? Should I?"

You shake your head. "Probably not. But just making sure, you are running a fever, sweetheart." You explained softly, reaching your hand out to grab his. "Come on, let us get you into a cool shower, and then you can rest a little longer, okay?"

He did not argue or question you, even though he seemed reluctant. Instead, he nodded and complied, rising from the bed, taking the offered hand, and following you into the bathroom.

While you reached the bathtub to turn the water on, Shōta quietly took his shirt off, discarding it into the hamper next to the sink.

After you turned around, your gaze fell upon his toned muscles for half a second before landing on his face. His hair was sticking up every which way thanks to the ruffling from sleep, his bangs covering half his face and hiding the dark bags beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted as ever, yet also adorable somehow. However, the more you looked, the more you could tell he was getting sick.

Sighing, you pulled your fingers through your hair, continuing to examine his appearance. You had never seen him sick, nor had you seen him look this exhausted in all the years you were together.

Shōta turned around, noticing you observing his appearance, and raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you worried?" He questioned.

"Well, yes." You answered, still analyzing him.

His lips stretched into a faint smile as he approached you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he peered down at you, giving you an amused expression. "Why?"

"You have been running yourself ragged lately." You answered, leaning into his palm. "And I never saw you sick before. I am worried because, especially now, you can not afford to be weak."

He sighed before pulling you close, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, and placing one last soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry. I promise I will be fine." He assured.

"Promise?" You repeated skeptically, staring deep into his eyes, and he chuckled. "Cross my heart."

"Mhm..." you hummed. "I will only believe that if you don't overexert yourself. If you keep worrying me like this, you will become bedridden sooner than you wish."

This time his chuckle was not quiet, and you could hear the whizzing in his chest. "Now, aren't you a good wife?" He teased.

You scoffed at that remark. "Of course I am. I am making sure you do not work yourself till you drop sick!" You retorted.

He gave you a smug grin. "Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "How mean."

You rolled your eyes in response before staring straight back at him. "But I am serious, Shōta."

"Then I will stop stressing myself and make a good impression on you." He declared, and his playful grin widened, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, that is what I want. Now go wash off the sweat. I will fix you a cup of tea and bring it up. Alright?"

He smiled again, nodding. "Alright."

And as you made your way toward the kitchen, you wondered how you managed to fall for such a selfless bastard.

But you were not complaining.

03:12 am

Aizawa was still immersed in the bathtub when you returned with a glass in hand and medicine in the other. Then, after he emerged his hands from the water, you handed him one of each before leaning down to sit over your forelegs while resting your arms against the edge of the tub.

You watched as he gulped the medicine down with a generous sip of cold tea.

"How do you feel?" You quietly asked as he pulled the glass away from his lips.

He merely gave you a small smile. "Not bad." He replied, his tone sounding slightly less hoarse now that he had drunk the tea. "I don't feel any different than usual. Just tired."

"Okay." You murmured, your eyebrows creasing together a little. "If it gets worse tomorrow, I will take you straight home from work, alright!?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"And I will ask Hizashi to check up on you since I know you won't tell me if it gets worse, after all."

He smirked a little at this, snickering. "That is true. But asking Mic to do that is not necessary." He paused, glancing at you before giving you a soft, small smile.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked.

Shōta nodded. "Yes. If it gets a lot worse, I will call you. I don't want to trouble any more people nor make you worry unnecessarily."

Your eyes softened at that. You know how Shōta hated burdening someone else, even though it would never feel like that to you. But he was willing to set his stubbornness aside for your sake. It flattered you a little, and you could not help but smile.

"Okay, good... so, since you are telling me that, I will try not to worry too much then." You said. He returned your smile with a faint yet truthful one.

"Thank you, though."

"For what?" You inquired in curiosity.

"Being so attentive like that." He said. "I appreciate it."

A faint blush formed on your cheeks as your eyes widened just a tiny bit. Then, the smile returned to your lips. "No problem, Sho. I care for you. And I love seeing you well."

His eyes softened at your words. "I know you do." He agreed quietly before opening his mouth to speak again but was cut short by a yawn escaping his lips.

"There you go again, falling asleep without meaning for it at all." You chuckled. Then, you reached forward and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead before letting your hand fall back onto the rim of the tub; while watching him intently for a moment. He smiled at you again.

After a few moments of silence, his face finally showed some signs of discomfort, and you frowned slightly. "Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me t-"

"It’s fine." He insisted, cutting you off, before taking your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, effectively stopping you from finishing that sentence. "Just tired. It happens sometimes."

"Oh." You breathed, taking in what he said before sighing softly, slowly beginning to rise back to your feet. "Okay, then. I will grab some clean clothes for you now. Take your time resting up. If you need anything, ask me, alright?"

He smiled gratefully at you. "Okay, thanks, babe."

Your heart clenched at the sound of him saying those precious words; they meant everything to you. They always would. He knew how important they were; and how much you cherished them.

Because, despite his cold surface, he never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

So you hoped you would never fail at that too.

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sukiipoo · 3 months

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A F T E R C A R E : Shoto Todoroki

description: Shoto comes home with more than just a few bruises, and you think its best you help him patch up.

before you read: gender neutral reader, fluff / comfort, married!reader x Shoto Todoroki, TW; mention of blood, kissing.

After a long day of patrolling the raining city of Osaka, Shoto shuffles through the door slowly, kicking his boots off to the side and sliding his gear off, dropping it onto the floor with a loud thud!, before walking into the kitchen where you stand, mixing ingredients into a pot for dinner. You and Shoto have been married for quite some time now, and him being a pro hero, you are used to him coming home bruised, battered and exhausted. He walks up behind you, pulling you close to his chest and laying his head softly on yours.

"You ok?" You ask, looking up from your soup at him.

"Long day...just tired." He mumbles into your hair, looking around you at the nice boiling soup on the stove. "That smells nice, what is it?" He lets go of you, and now that he's beside you, you can take a good look at him. His face is full of burn marks and a huge, purple bruise forming just below his right eye. Dried blood is seen in his hair, as well as his face, and he looks absolutely fatigued. You gasp as you drop the wooden spoon you were holding, grabbing his face softly.

"Oh my god, Shoto are you ok?!? That looks really painful!" You yell softly at him in concern, watching him flinch as you softly graze one of the burn marks. you turn back to the stove, turning the soup on low, before grabbing his hand and walking him into the hall bathroom. "Baby, I'm fine, really. It'll heal on its-" he doesn't finish his sentence, as you sit him down on the side of the bathtub, sighing. "Some things can't heal on their own, Sho...just...let me help you, please?.." You both sit there staring at each other in silence, before he eventually gives in, sighing and nodding slowly.

You open the cabinet, getting out the first aid kit, opening it on the counter and grabbing a few things from it, before walking back over to Shoto, sitting on his lap facing him. "This might sting a bit." You hold up the cotton swab, dipping it in rubbing alcohol, before dabbing it on his face. He flinches, hissing softly. "I know, baby, I'm sorry..only a few more burns." Your heart aches as you see you husband in pain. You never liked seeing him hurt, or injured back in high school. as you finish patching his face with bandaids, He watches you fondly. "How did I get so lucky?...." You hear him mumble to no one in particular. You smile, softly cup his face, before kissing his lips adoringly. He slowly leans into it, laying his hands on your thighs, before sliding them up to your waist slowly.

As you both part lips, he smiles at you, patting your waist as an indication to get up from his lap. "So, back to dinner now, yeah?" You chuckle at him, before leading him out of the bathroom in to the kitchen. "I cooked some Miso Soup since it's a pretty groggy day." He hums in acknowledgment, sitting at the counter as you finish up the soup. "So how was your day, my love?" He sits with his head in his hand, watching you adoringly as you babble on happily about your day, not leaving out any details.

(Sweet Baby Shoto <3 love him sm)

#anime #mha x reader #mha #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #married life #pro hero au #bnha #bnha x reader #fluff #mha fluff #comfort #one shot

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bby-blu-swirll · 7 months

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" i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too " - todoroki x reader

it's not a song fic i just have a really messed up relationship with my dad lol - i don't have a lot of direction for this, it's just a little lazy & venty,, we'll see where it goes ♡

it was one of those nights where 1-a was all tired from the long school week, but not enough to fall asleep. they happened every once in a while, and always resulted in the majority of the class hanging out together in the common area doing whatever together until they all crashed for the evening.

the open downstairs was filled with the sound of idle conversation and super smash bros, but most of everyone's attention on the ladder. it started with just the bakusquad, but once katsuki ran undefeated, almost everyone else in the class took it upon themselves to try and overthrow the king. so far, nobody was successful. ururaka came close, but to no avail. she took the defeat like a champ, though.

while most everyone huddled around the tv, yelling things like "KICK HIS ASS" and "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO FOCUS" (yeah), there were a few who had strayed from the pack. tokoyami and shoji were over by the dining tables playing a game of chess, and kouda was reading a book on a couch off to the side, using his classmates as white noise.

and then there was you.

you were settled on top of the kitchen island, legs crossed, with one earbud in. it wasn't that you didn't want to be around your friends, you had grown slightly overstimulated and needed a moment to recollect your thoughts.

you rolled a lollipop of your favorite flavor around in your mouth, absentmindedly scrolling through pinterest. your mind was on anything but aesthetically pleasing pictures, brows furrowed as your thoughts wandered back to your family. you sighed and squeezed your phone for a moment before turning it off and setting it down next to you. you just needed to distract yourself. something more.

in that moment, one of your classmates strolled into the kitchen. you looked up at todoroki, who was holding an empty mug.

"hey," he smiled at you softly as he made his way over to the stove. "what are you still doing in here?"

"ah, iida hasn't noticed me sitting on the countertop yet." you chuckled at your own joke, feeling the smallest butterflies when he grinned back at you. "what about you?"

"just getting a refill." he said, picking up the kettle of tea momo had put on earlier (omg.) and filling his mug. "and checking on you."

"oh-" you looked up at him in surprise, cocking your head to the side slightly. "really? for why?"

"you didn't look like you were doing too well earlier." he said bluntly, leaning against the counter facing you and taking a sip of his drink.

"ah... yeah," you looked away and laughed awkwardly, playing with your rings.

"are you?"

"am i what?"

when you turned to look back at him, his expression had changed. less neutral, more... worried. compassionate.

"are you not doing well?"

you opened your mouth to say something. "i'm fine, thank you though!" was was you had always answered with. you were tired, or you were just zoning out, anything but not okay. yet the way he looked at you made you hesitate. saying you were doing just fine was so second nature, but it was almost hard to lie to him.

before you could actually answer, your phone started to buzz softly. you both turned your attention to it, reading the name in the caller id line.

"dad"

you bit your lip and furrowed your brow. it continued to vibrate in your hand a few more times, before you declined the call. you quickly set your phone down and looked straight ahead. you have no idea why, but your eyes began to water. you took a shaky deep breath, and made an attempt to spell out your thoughts, something you learned earlier in life to help keep from crying.

"y/n..." todoroki set down his mug and took a step towards you, carefully.

"hmm?" your voice was tight as you avoided eye contact, trying to keep from blinking, afraid it would push a tear out.

you took on last deep breath and spelled out one last phrase, before you felt your eyes finally dry. you sighed and put your lollipop back in your mouth, facing him with a smile like nothing had happened.

"i see."

you cocked your head to the side in confusion, watching as he pulled himself up onto the counter and sitting across from you. you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin atop them. he noted your look of curiosity and held out a hand to you. you hesitated for a moment before carefully placing your fingers to his palm. he shifted until he was sitting close, holding your hand in his, tracing over your bones and knuckles softly, fiddling with your rings.

"i understand, i mean. i think." his voice was low and soft. anyone standing further than a few feet away would have a hard time hearing him. "whatever your reason for ignoring that call, whyever you did it... i've got dozens of calls from my old man i never bothered to pick up."

when you looked up at him, you saw his eyes glues to your fingers tangled with his. he touched your hands so delicately, as if you were made of glass. he was so full of care. his touch, the way he looked at you, all of it. it was all so full of the most tender affection.

"you don't need to talk about it, if you don't want to. God knows it took me forever to open up to midoriya," he smiled a bit. "i just wanted you to know the offer is out there, if you need it."

you bit down on your lollipop to try and hide how big that'd made you smile. the second you opened your mouth to say something, you heard iida begin to raise his voice, something about curfew and going to bed.

both you and todoroki turned to see him coming into the kitchen, stiffening when he notices you.

"both of you should get off the counter right now! this is living space, for goodness sake! and still school property."

you chuckled and waved a hand at him, already climbing off. "alright, class rep, don't get your panties in a twist. we're going." you tossed your sucker in the bin as todoroki stepped onto the floor, too.

"good. now get some good rest tonight, we've all had a long week and you've earned it. sleep well, both of you."

"you too, iida."

you and todoroki offered him tired smiles as you made your way past him to the elevator. when you got inside, you practically collapsed against the wall with an exasperated sigh. todoroki went ahead and pushed the button for his floor, but not yours. you didn't question it, maybe he'd forgotten. so instead, you pushed yourself off the wall and moved towards the panel. your outstretched hand halted to a stop when you felt arms wrap around your torso. before you could turn, you felt todoroki's nose nuzzle into your neck. he took a deep breath that made you shiver.

"come over, to my room. we can talk. or not. i can distract you, do whatever you want. i'm not tired yet."

feeling his breath on your skin practically made your heart leap into your throat. you stood, frozen for a moment, gasping softly when his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. you wondered if he could feel your heart beating, with how close he was to your main pulse points. his lips, so close...

you leaned back into him and put your hands over his, wrapped around your waist. "yeah... me neither."

you could practically feel him smile as another small exhale of his grazed your neck, making you shiver. "i'll play with your hair if you want, play with your fingers... just hold you."

as if his words hadn't already done it, you practically melted in his hands when his lips pressed against your neck for a long second. you hummed in response, blushing furiously.

"just relax pretty girl, i promise i'll be there for you however you need me."

idk man its wtv !

i'm officially out of ideas right now, requests are open to anybody, feel free to be as specific or detailed or even vague as you like and please please please don't be shy <33

i love you sm okay bye !!

#shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fic #bnha fanfiction #escapism #daddy issues #hurt/comfort #light angst #sprinkle of angst for you #ily all

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thehusbandoden · 11 months

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Night Terrors- Shoto Todoroki x Reader

You wake Shoto from a nightmare, and hold him to ease his sobs.

You awoke to a rustling next to you. As you looked towards it, your heart broke seeing a sweating, whimpering Shoto. As you moved to soothe him, you flinched when you heard him scream.

Quickly moving toward your distressed husband, you shook him awake. "Baby! Baby wake up, it's just a dream." You insist, successfully waking up Shoto. As Shoto jerked awake, he looked at you with wide, tearful eyes.

"Shh, it's okay Baby. I'm going to grab your arm, mkay? I'm not going to hurt you." You soothe, slowly reaching for Shoto's arm. Shoto didn't say anything, he just watched as you gently guided his body onto your own. You successfully laid Shoto onto you, his head resting on your chest.

You didn't pry, if he wanted to tell you about it, he would. After a long moment of silence, you started to hear Shoto sobbing. Stressing out, you cradled his face, bringing it so he would look into your (e/c) eyes.

"Shhh it's okay. I'm here, you're here, and that's all that matters. He can't hurt you anymore." Shoto just shook his head, sending more tears down his beautiful face.

"T-Touya.. I m-miss Touya." Shoto whimpered, his grip tightening. "Oh Honey. I wish I could help you." Shoto just kissed your hand that cradled his face before digging his face into your chest, sobbing.

After a while his sobs died down, and instead you laid there in silence. One of his hands stroking your arm, while your hands ran up and down his back.

"(Y/n).. thank you." "Sho.. I'll never stop worrying about you, so please continue on letting me help you. You are truly the one person I love the most, and it physically hurts to see you in pain."

Shoto slowly got off you before sitting up on the bed, gently grasping at your hands to pull you up with him. "I don't deserve you." Shoto whispered, playing with a strand of you hair. "Of course you do Sho." You scoff, moving into his lap. Shoto just chuckled before kissing you softly.

You sat there for a few minutes, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and his chin resting on your head. "Let's get back to bed." You yawn, causing Shoto to lay down, taking you with him. "Goodnight my silly prince." You giggle, causing Shoto to smile. "Goodnight my Love."

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Katsuki's version

Izuku's version

Shinsou's version

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Husband Shoto! who values quality time with you. You could be doing your own thing with a comfortable silence over you.

Husband Shoto! who brings you pastries from a small bakery round the corner that he just discovered.

Husband Shoto! who always holds your hand outside.

Husband Shoto! who tries not to tear up and instead just smiles softly when you kiss his scar.

Husband Shoto! who gets you small souveniers whenever he gets back from a long mission.

Husband Shoto! who adores the way you press your body against his warm side when its cold and his cold side when its hot.

Husband Shoto! who sends you little reminder texts throughout the day like "have you eaten yet?" "This reminded me of you".

Husband Shoto! who craves physical affection so much. Its something he didn't have growing up and you were the only person he felt truly safe with.

Husband Shoto! who buys you small gifts no matter how much you insist he doesn't have to.

Husband Shoto! who feels his heart explode when he sees you chatting and laughing with his mother and sister.

Husband Shoto! who randomly plops down in your arms after a long day at work.

Husband Shoto! who is clueless when you ask him to do grocery runs for you. You come home to see him with packets of soba and nothing that you listed for him to buy.

Husband Shoto! who brings you flowers almost everyday. Its now become a little tradition between both of you.

Husband Shoto! who knows he is not the best with words but still tries for you.

Husband Shoto! who is absolutely banned from the kitchen after he tried to cook for you and almost burned the house down. Bakugo still laughs in his face about it to this day.

Husband Shoto! who keeps a picture of you two on vacation in his wallet.

Husband Shoto! who you drag into doing movie marathons cause he is so clueless about those things.

Husband Shoto! with whom fights are very rare. If you two have a disagreement, he prefers to calmly discuss it.

Husband Shoto! who absolutely loves being your personal heater.

Husband Shoto! who will silently hold you in his arms, gently stroking your back when you have a particularly bad day.

Husband Shoto! who lets out the softest little snores when asleep.

Husband Shoto! who never forgets any special days like anniversaries or birthdays. He'll definitely plan something every year.

Husband Shoto! who adores slow dancing with you randomly.

Husband Shoto! who can't believe that love like this existed and yet now that he is in your arms, he'll do anything to protect it.

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𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕔

SFW, shopping district!AU, aged up characters (21+)

pairing // todoroki shouto x reader

summary // a story you’ve never shared with anyone before is how you came to love flowers as much as you do. it’s simple really—it all started with him. it all started with the boy who brought you a single flower every day of the week when you scraped your knee riding his bike. your first love. but how long will it take for him to come to understand it?

word count // 4.2k

tags // CEO!shouto, florist!reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, (hurt) comfort, mutual pining (except shouto doesn’t know he’s pining), shouto with long hair, shouto is dense af, jealousy

Do you believe in soulmates?

You could understand why so many people thought of soulmates as some sort of far fetched, overly romanticized pipe dream, but honestly—you knew better. Because you had already met your soulmate.

The evidence pointing to that?

You’ve known him since birth basically, being born less than a year after him. You grew up together, living two houses down from each other. You spent your entire youth together: from playing in the sandbox, making pretend meals out of mud and stones and using leaves as money, to being classmates throughout middle school and highschool, always walking home together and doing homework in your living room late into the night.

The two of you were truly inseparable and shared everything—so when he got a bike at the age of six and you didn’t, of course he was more than willing to share. He wanted to teach you how to ride, put his little blue helmet on your head and fastened it under your chin, calming you down because you were nervous.

“But what if I fall…”

“I’ll catch you.”

And the way his big heterochromatic eyes were fixed on you, full of promise and safety, gave you all the courage you needed for you to get on that bike. And he tried, he really did try to catch you when you lost control of the bike and swerved right into your front yard, trashing your mother’s flower garden and falling face first into the peonies.

That little boy was so worried, mortified by the idea that you got hurt because of him, he simply could not stop apologizing. Even when you told him through tears that it doesn’t really hurt that much. I just scraped my knee a little, I’m okay!

But it wasn’t okay for him because he promised to keep you safe and failed. So he stood by your side, tightly holding your little hand in his as your mother was cleaning up your wounds and lecturing you about safety. And his tiny chest would feel tight every time he looks at your injury, eyes heavy with guilt and worry.

For the next week until your scrapes were fully healed, every time he’d come to your house to play he would bring a small flower with him to give to you.

The first day, he brought you a daffodil, clutching it in his hand as he nervously presented it to you. The second day, it was a tulip, most likely stolen from his mother's garden. On the third, he had a wild rose, a few cuts visible on his fingers, proof of his struggle to get the flower for you. On the fourth, he had three geraniums in hand that quite frankly looked bigger than him, but he smiled brightly as he gave them to you. On the fifth, he got you marigolds and taught you how to make a flower crown out of them, and on the sixth he got you peonies, bringing some for your mom as well as an apology for ruining her garden. And finally, on the seventh day, he got you lilacs.

“To congratulate you on your recovery.”

“It was just a scrape, Shouto…”

“So?” He was then crouching down to inspect your knee, satisfied that the scrape wasn’t going to leave a scar.

“Why flowers?”

“Because they’re pretty like you.”

What a simple, yet powerful answer. Despite your young age, you thought long and hard about his answer as you tentatively took care of the lilacs. With every day that the flower wilted, a fondness bloomed in your heart, and you learned that you like flowers, that you very much like the boy that gave them to you.

After that, there was nothing that could tear you two apart, not even college. True, you’d spend a lot more time apart, face timing every other night and texting on the daily, but you’d still hold onto old traditions. You’d always be at his door at exactly 00:00 on his birthday, singing (poorly) a birthday song holding out a dessert you made yourself—a muffin with a candle stuck in the middle, strawberry shortcake (his favourite), cheesecake, cherry pie, even some pudding once.

He would always pick matching Halloween costumes, and he’d always walk you home every chance he could. He remembers all your favourite coffee orders and, without failure, texts you good morning and goodnight. He watches out for you and holds your hand when you cross the street, squeezing once before he lets you go. And without failure every year for your birthday he gives you a bouquet of lilacs that’s simply twice as big as you are.

You always believed that with time, Shouto would notice the longing in your eyes. After all, you weren’t really hiding it. Quite frankly, your love for him was seeping out of you: far too large for your body to contain. Every word you spoke to him was harbouring feelings, but alas, they were feelings that never reached him, their fingertips millimetres away from his heart. So close, yet too far away.

But that’s okay. You loved him just the way he was—kind, reliable, and just a tad clueless. What he lacked, you made up for, and the same was true the other way around. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He just didn’t know what that puzzle was yet. But that’s okay. You loved him just the way he was.

And before you knew it, college was over too. Shouto went off to become the CEO of a big company. He was brilliant at his job. But then again, he was brilliant at most things. He could play the piano at the age of four and the violin by the time he was six. He was an incredible athlete, and he always had the best grades. Valedictorian. Graduating summa cum laude.

You? You stayed true to your heart and did the thing that brought you most joy. You opened your own little flower shop in the old shopping district where you grew up. You’ve wanted one since you were six, and you’ve held the vision of what your workplace will look like since you were ten. You studied hard and went on multiple internships to polish your skills as a florist so you could stand where you are now.

Your dream was slowly coming to life.

You had just finished furnishing the store and setting up for your grand opening the next day when you heard a soft knock on the door, and a familiar face smiling behind it. And there they were—lilacs.

“Congratulations.” His voice is low, serene, but his eyes hold a sparkle of excitement, a glimmer of pride. “You always wanted to have your own little shop. I’m so proud of you.”

His smile is enough to silence all your worries. As you lead him up to your little apartment above the shop, you tell him all about how you almost weren't going to be ready on time for the opening, about the delivery service that brought you the wrong order and now there were no red roses in your store. What self-respecting florist doesn’t have red roses in their store?

He told you about his work as you were placing the bouquet of lilacs into a big marble vase. Something about the stock market that you didn’t really understand, but you nodded along and listened closely anyway. He loosens his tie and makes himself comfortable in your home as he always has, but he doesn’t notice how long you stare at his tie. How much you wish you could just… pull him in by the tie. Does this man even know how good he looks in a suit?

It’s always the same: He comes when he can, stays for dinner, talks about everything and anything—or nothing at all. His presence is soothing, yet so large; it fills every nook and cranny in your apartment. He belongs. With you. After dinner he doesn’t stay long, his workdays are longer, harder, so he can’t stay as long as he wishes to. But that’s okay. Because he kisses your forehead every time, and it sets off fireworks in your chest.

“I’ll come tomorrow too. For your opening.”

He was so big now, he took up the entire doorway. How time had changed him. His childish round cheeks were now gone, instead, he had a defined jaw. His big round eyes now had laugh lines around them. His hair was also longer now, combed and tied in a ponytail. He didn’t wear short jeans anymore but rather an expensive suit and watch. But he was still your Shouto. The boy who has always been there for you.

“You don’t have to, you know, your schedule is busy enough as it is.” You offer him a way out, but you secretly hope he comes anyway. You want to see him again. You want him to say he’s proud of you again. You want him.

“I insist.” He smiles reassuringly. “I want to see your dream come true.”

At this you can’t help but laugh a little.

“I owe it all to you.”

“Nonsense. You got here all on your own.”

You shake your head. It’s not what you meant. I fell in love with flowers the day I fell in love with you. But the words never come out. They become a part of the graveyard of unspoken words that rests on your lips. But that’s okay. This is all you need.

It’s okay.

Once he leaves the apartment feels much colder and your arms ache. Your heart feels just a little heavier once again. Just a little though. You’ve become exceptionally good at keeping these thoughts to yourself and channelling them into your work instead. You let your flowers talk for you.

Carnations—I miss you.

Forget-me-nots—Please remember me. Selfishly, I hope you never forget me.

Amaryllis—the pride that stops me from revealing my feelings.

Pink camellias—I long for you. To hold you. To call you mine.

Yellow tulips—a symbol of my hopeless, unrequited love.

And of course, lilacs—you are my first love.

This is the great thing about flowers. Like relationships, they require a lot of love and care, and like long-lasting friendships, they carry so much meaning. Friendships, just like flowers, carry countless memories hidden between each petal, they carry expectations—the sun will rise each morning, the flowers will bloom, and he will always be right by your side.

Flowers hold so much meaning—for every feeling blooming in your chest, there is a flower to symbolize it.

The petals of unspoken words lie heavy in your chest, but perhaps one day those petals will get scattered, and at least one will reach his heart.

But for now… this is okay. This is enough.

It’s already the end of May, but it’s extraordinarily cold tonight, and the wind is unkindly bending tree branches under its will. There is no moon, nor any stars, just clouds of uncertainty and doubt. Flowers cannot bloom in darkness, so they wait for morning light. The same applies to people—hope comes to us at dawn.

Shouto wakes up promptly at 5:55AM, exactly five minutes before his alarm. He’s barely awake, but his mind drifts to you. Would you be able to take an hour off for lunch? Perhaps dinner would be better? He wants to celebrate the happy occasion. He wants to see you, even if it’s for 10 minutes only. Even if it’s less, he wants to be close to you, to feel the comfort of your presence, to see you smile and hear you laugh.

He doesn’t think twice as he picks out his suit, a neat lavender coloured tie to match his little pocket square. He has four other ties like this one, something about the colour just feels right to him. The first half of his day goes by in a blur, practically working on autopilot as his mind just keeps going back to you. Are you smiling right now? Is the opening day going well?

He imagines you happily buried under a pile of flowers and chuckles to himself—something Midoriya doesn’t fail to notice, but evidently chooses not to ask about anyway. The green-haired man had a pretty good idea what was on his boss’s mind anyway. Which is why around 11:30 he practically kicks Shouto out of their shared office and reassures him that he has things handled.

“You have more important things to do now, go on.”

His heart is beating quite fast in his chest, so he deliberately slows his pace in an attempt to calm himself. But it appears that the closer he gets to your little shop, the faster his heart seems to race. He briefly considers consulting a cardiologist, but shoves the thought aside as soon as he can make out your silhouette behind the register. Your voice carries through the shop like a melody, and for a while he just stands by the entrance and listens.

“It’s been sooo long, I’ve missed you Denks, you should swing by more often! I never see your face anymore.”

Shouto can’t quite see your face from the broad shoulders of the blonde man in front of the register, but he can hear the little pout in your voice. He can vividly picture it.

“You’re absolutely right, let me make it up to you! Let me take you out to dinner sometime? I’d love to catch up, spend some quality time with my favourite florist.”

There is a pang in Shouto’s heart. Who is this? A friend of yours? But he knows all your friends?

“You know what, I’d love that. How about sometime this weekend?”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details, okay? I gotta run for now, but thank you for the beautiful flowers! Almost as pretty as you are!”

The unknown man leans over the register and places a tiny kiss on your cheek, grinning widely at you and waving his hand goodbye. He doesn’t even look at Shouto as he passes him by at the door.

“Shooo! You came!” He barely has time to compose himself and react to you throwing yourself on him and wrapping your hands around his neck. The moment you touch him all his previous thoughts fly out the window. Nothing else matters but you being in his arms.

“Of course I came, it’s my girl’s big day today.”

Once again, everything feels easy, natural. It feels like home, like you are a place he can return to whenever he needs to, a safe haven. The rest is easy—talk, have lunch, laugh, discuss visiting your parents soon, having a family dinner together since it’s been some time. But the question remains, gnawing at him.

“Hey, um… who was that blonde man you were talking to right before I walked in? You two seemed familiar?” He hated how the word tastes in his mouth: bitter and unpleasant.

“Hm? Oh, Denki? Old college mate, but he quit his study midway because he moved away for a while. Apparently he kept my number, reached out to me the other day saying he’s back in town so I told him to stop by my shop!” You smile fondly, and it tugs at Shouto’s heart. It feels strange. His hands are sweating.

It doesn’t feel easy anymore.

It doesn’t feel natural.

As usual, he walks you back home, wishes you luck with the rest of the day, and gives you a forehead kiss, yet it doesn’t give him the same feeling of calmness it usually does. It feels stiff. Rushed. Why are his legs carrying him out of your shop so quickly? Why is his mind racing without having any particular direction? Why?

Once back in the office he thinks he could bury these feelings with work, he hoped it would be a sufficient distraction until he can schedule an appointment with a good doctor. But Midoriya beats him to it.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, just have a lot on my mind. Need to focus.”

“Uh, no. Spill. What’s on little Shouto’s mind?”

And Shouto knows better than to argue and evade. They have been friends for years, and Izuku Midoriya is known for his persistence and his need to help others. A good man, a man he trusted with half his company, so why shouldn’t he trust him with the mess of feelings in his head?

So he does. He tells him about the other man, the conversation, the date plan for the weekend, the ugly feelings that it gave rise to, the struggle to understand them. The youngest Todoroki bared his heart to his friend, hoping that he would have some insight, an answer as to why he feels so strange.

But he just laughs. An exasperated chuckle, and he buries his face in his hands, fingers running through green locks as some sort of ritual to help him remain calm.

“You cannot possibly be this oblivious, Sho…”

“What do you mean?” he replies in earnest. Izuku sighs once again.

“Okay, uhm… is this the first time you feel like this?”

Shouto ponders for a moment and searches his memory. The answer comes quite fast, no, this wasn’t the first time. It has happened before—in middle school when you got paired to do a science project with another boy and you stayed with him after school. He felt a similar pang when you would laugh at that other boy’s jokes. When you would lend him a pen, or your notes.

And then again in high school, when all the other boys were raging with hormones and would stare at your legs a little too long. I made him frustrated, angry even. Why? When one of his classmates hinted he had a crush on you, it made his chest feel heavy. It made him green with envy, it made him lose sleep that night. Yet his heart felt as light as a feather as soon as he learned you rejected his advances.

It had happened before. He had been jealous before.

“And why do you think you were jealous?” Izuku pressed further, giving Shouto enough room to sort his own feelings out.

“Because… I respect her, and I want the best for her?” He still sounds puzzled, so the green-haired man gives him another gentle nudge.

“I’m sure that’s true, but is that all it is? Do you think anyone is ever going to be good enough for her?” Izuku raises his eyebrow, lips curling into a knowing smile.

“No.” Shouto shoots out immediately, eyebrows furrowed and chewing on his lower lip.

“No. Nobody will ever be good enough, I… Fuck.” His foot was furiously bouncing under the table, his whole body felt tense, on edge. Like the eerie feeling that you’re forgetting something important. Like when a certain word or phrase is at the tip of your tongue, but refuses to roll off and come to reality.

“So, you care for her, you respect her, you feel jealous when other men approach her with a romantic interest, and you think nobody will be good enough for her. Sho, you’re a brilliant man, so tell me, what do you think that means?” Izuku gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a little squeeze, giving him the courage to come to terms with reality.

And surely, almost like a movie, all the memories of you play inside his head. The first time you tried coffee jelly and scrunched up your nose in disgust because it was too bitter for you. When you cut your hair short and ended up hating it, refusing to come out of your room for a week. When you got drunk for the first time at a karaoke bar and sang “My heart will go on” while on top of a table. You, in your prom dress, posing for photos as the sun sets behind you. It was probably a beautiful sunset, but he couldn’t care less for it at the time. He only had eyes for you.

Everything you did was wonderful.

He found the way you scrunch your nose at things you dislike to be adorable. He thought you looked as beautiful as always with short hair. He adored how happy you look whenever you sang. To him, you were perfect. To him, you were his entire world.

It makes sense now. All the puzzle pieces fall together and the realization makes him feel like he could fly.

“I’m… I love her.” He finally looks up at his friend only to find him smiling back at him.

“Well, what are you standing there for? Go to her!”

The sky is dark. When had it gotten this late? His feet were carrying him through the narrow streets, lavender tie discarded a long time ago. As soon as Midoriya said those words his feet moved on their own. Didn’t even stop to get his car, he just ran out the office, sprinting like his whole life depended on it.

He loves you.

He has to run faster, God he needs to tell you. How can he be so blind? How could he miss that the colour of lilac reminds him of you? Or miss the fact that you’re always on his mind? How can he not see that you’re in every detail in his life? All the feelings that previously had no names are back, swallowing him whole. Longing. Jealousy. Regret.

His hair is no longer tied in a neat ponytail, it’s loose and wild from the wind, it’s as messy as his feelings are, but that doesn't matter right now. Two more blocks, and he’ll be at your apartment. What does he say? What is his plan? What if he’s too late?

Heart hammering in his chest, he takes the stairs up to your apartment two at a time. God, his hands are shaking, his face feels warm. Wet. But his hand is already knocking on the door. It’s not soft like the usual, it’s urgent, it’s desperate. His mind is spinning, why is his face wet?

The door creaks open and there you are in your sunny yellow dress, perfect. Always been perfect. For him.

“Shouto, what ar—”

“I love you.” It’s barely above a whisper, and the silence following these three words is deafening.

The sound of the TV fades into the background, there are no birds, no cars outside. Just the two of you. The moment feels static, completely still, yet still buzzing with energy. It stretches longer than it should, as if time warps and stops to make way for love. The world feels small right now, it shrinks and the entirety of it fills the tiny hallway.

You don’t say anything, you simply brush his tears away with your thumb, searching his eyes. His hair is dishevelled, chest heaving. He ran here?

“Again.”

It takes a moment for Shouto to register what you’re asking of him. He takes a step closer, shortening the distance between you two.

“I love you. I have for… for quite some time now.”

The words make you simultaneously feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and also as if there is an elephant sitting on your chest. It’s hard to breathe and your eyes feel prickly, even your voice quivers.

“Again.”

He takes another step and he’s impossibly close to you now, his large warm hands cradling your face, heterochromatic eyes staring into yours.

“I love you. You’re the only one for me, I’m… sorry it took me so long, I—”

Now it’s your turn to cut him off by pulling him by the collar of his white shirt and kissing him. His lips are soft, and a little wet from the tears, but so sweet. Gentle. Another step forward and then another, and you’re slowly being pushed back into your apartment, your back hits the wall as he deepens the kiss. When his own desire and impatience finally slip through the cracks he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing himself impossibly hard against you.

“Sho.. m’not goin’ n..ywhere.” You try to mumble through the kiss, but it only elicits a smile in response. When he finally pulls away you can see his face is dusted with pink, eyes raking over you as if he’s seeing you for the very first time.

“Please… please be mine?”

There are many emotions in his tone—desire, fear, jealousy, pure excitement. Hope. They’re the words you’ve always wanted to hear, and now that you have, you can’t help but wonder if you’re hallucinating. If this is just a very vivid dream. If it is a dream, then surely, the next part won’t matter once you wake up. Right?

“You silly man, I’ve been yours since I was six. God… You made me wait so long.”

You’re smiling, but there are tears streaming down your face. All the feelings that you had to express through flowers, all the unspoken words, the longing, it’s flooding your senses like a broken dam.

You feel the rough pads of his fingers under your eyes, wiping the tears the same way you did for him. Once again, he kisses your forehead, after which he simply presses his own to yours.

“Let me make it up to you. Please.”

Your name sounds so sweet coming from his lips right now. A plea for consent, a plea to allow him to finally have you. Make you his own. Erase everyone else from your mind until there is only him. Permission for him to be selfish.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll let me.”

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Their SO Comforts Them - BNHA

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugou:

I think that, even in a relationship, Katsuki would really struggle to open up about his problems, especially to you. He wants to be your hero and therefore, he can't have any weaknesses. But you want to be the person he can rely on and he doesn't quite get that yet…

~ Katsuki stormed into his dorm room, slamming the door behind him which caused him to flinch, reaching up to his neck to yank at the tie he was forced to wear. ~ Family dinners were the worst. He and his mom would fight, his dad would try to get involved only to get screamed at to butt out. Everything would just wind up loud. ~ Especially when quirks got mixed in. ~ When he got mad, he would use his quirk instinctively, then it would get worse when his dad joined in and his mom's shouting. ~ Altogether, things would be loud. His ears would be ringing from the decibels of his and his father's explosions and every noise after that seemed amplified. ~ The train ride back to UA was dreadful, the speaker overhead calling stops, the bustle of the station and the constant clacking of the wheels on the rails. He just wanted some quiet. ~ Which is probably why he got upset when you knocked at his door, flinging it open and barking, "What!" ~ You're used to this, I mean it's Katsuki, but something seemed off. "What happened?" You asked, he shrugged and went back to getting changed into something more comfortable, throwing his clothes aggressively into the hamper. ~ Letting out a quiet giggle, you sat by him on his bed and took his hand, "That bad huh?" ~ Katsuki appreciated your company, but he didn't want to complain at you, instead he pulled you down as he lay on his side, his arms wrapped around you from the back, his face in your neck and your hand reaching back to run your fingers through his hair. ~ And that was how you stayed for the rest of the night, but as you were drifting off, you could've sworn you heard a whisper. ~ "Thank you."

Izuku Midoriya:

I think that even though he's a bit of a crybaby for the first year he's in UA, he grows past that as he gets more serious about his upcoming career, but the one time he would need comforting, is when you get severely hurt.

~ Izuku ran to the infirmary, 'The one time, the one time you weren't there to look out for them and they get this badly hurt.' He thought to himself. ~ Now he knows you can take care of yourself, against almost anything. But today you guys were in different sections of the USJ, taking on the parts you hadn't done before, you had chosen the landslide zone. ~ You were paired with Iida, who had tried his hardest to get you out from under the debris before it crashed but he just wasn't fast enough. ~ When Izuku found out, he had hardly heard what was said, he knew you had been in an accident in training and you were in the infirmary, but now he wished he had stayed to find out how bad it was. ~ Crashing through the door of the infirmary, sweating and out of breath, he saw you lying in bed, tired but conscious with a few bruises and scratches. Nothing too bad. ~ Seeing that you were okay, he collapsed to his knees by your bed. ~ "Zuku?!" You cried, worried about him, obviously. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to lie next to you in the infirmary bed. ~ He lay against you, trying his hardest to keep most of his weight off of your injuries, but he had his head on your chest as you stroke his hair, the comfort of your heart beating and your soothing voice telling him that everything was alright was helping him massively. ~ He hadn't noticed that he had begun to cry. ~ "Izuku! Don't cry," You fretted, "Look at me, I'm fine, see?" You kept fussing over him, leaving him to chuckle at your concern. ~ "I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around."

Shoto Todoroki:

Obviously Shoto has a lot of problems at home and because of them he wasn't allowed any kind of familial affection in case it 'messed up his training'… Freakin' Endeavour… But I think that because of that, Shoto would be hugely touch starved but so unused to affection, he doesn't know what to do when it's bestowed upon him by you, wonderful person!

~ Shoto didn't know what he was doing here, I mean, you had only started dating recently, but he felt like he needed to see you. ~ His father had pushed it too far today, his entire torso ached, he was covered with bruises that he was lucky his clothes covered, except for the busted lip he acquired when he tried to argue back. ~ That's what led to him to being stood outside your house, his fist lifted to knock, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. ~ 'What if they get mad at me for coming all this way for no reason? What if they're not home? What if-' ~ His thoughts were cut off when he heard his name called from behind him, he turned to see you walking towards the door with a bag of groceries. ~ You had a big smile on your face, but it instantly faded when you saw your boyfriend's lip. ~ Shoto saw you'd noticed, but ducked his head down. ~ "Shoto, what happened?" You panicked, opening the front door and pulling him by the hand, leading him into the kitchen. You left the groceries on a table and sat your boyfriend down. ~ You began to bustle around, looking for the first aid kit your parents kept and some ice. In the meantime, Shoto occupied himself, playing with his fingers, his thoughts once again racing. ~ 'They're going to hate me. I've caused them trouble. They're going to break up with me.' ~ As his thoughts got worse, he hadn't noticed the tears filling his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. ~ But you did. ~ You lifted his cheek, a soft smile on your face as you wiped his tears away, being careful not to hurt him. ~ He wasn't used to this, he hadn't felt anyone touch him so gently since his mother was still at home. That thought made the tears keep falling. ~ Realising he seemed to have opened a floodgate, you took his hands and wrapped them around you, holding him close as he muffled his cries in your shoulder. ~ It took him a while to calm down and for the most part he was silent, except for the same phrase he kept repeating. ~ "Thank you… for staying."

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro's was more difficult for me to think up, but I think I have a decent idea… Eijiro felt the lowest right before he joined UA, he felt scared and weak and didn't feel comfortable in his quirk. I feel like the biggest point he would need comfort, would be when he is feeling this way again.

~ Eijiro was so happy, he had spent the Saturday out on a date with you, the two of you had gone to the arcade, the mall, out for lunch and then went back to his dorm room to watch a few movies. ~ He always felt the most at ease when he's around you, but that night, after the two of you had fallen asleep during one of the movies, Eijiro felt that ease slip away. ~ He'd fallen asleep with one arm around your waist, your head on his chest, but subconsciously his arm started to tighten. His eyebrows furrowed and he grew more and more upset until he bolted upright in bed, accidentally bringing you with him. ~ Waking up a bit abruptly, you looked up at your boyfriend to see what had happened, but he was clutching fistfuls of his hair and breathing heavily, looking frantically for something until he found it. ~ You. ~ He scooped you up in his lap, crying streams that you could feel dripping onto your back as you tried to soothe him. ~ "I thought-" His words kept getting cut off by his panicked breathing, "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!" He kept repeating. ~ Once he had calmed down, his sobbing had lessened into hiccups, you asked him what had happened. ~ He told you he'd had a bad dream, that you were taken from him, he went to save you and he won, but when he was holding you close, relieved that you were alright- ~ "My quirk activated on it's own… I hurt you…" ~ He was so upset, but you tried to reassure him. ~ You took his hands and traced them down different parts of you, your face, your arms, your legs. Constantly whispering that you were fine. ~ "I feel safest when I'm with you." You told him, snuggling into the bed and holding your arms out for him to lean into, he did as you set up another movie. ~ "I love you so much pebble."

Denki Kaminari:

Yay! My baby! So I love Denki, so this was fairly easy to daydream about. I picture Denki getting home or back to his dorm room absolutely drained by the school day. I think he is secretly really insecure about school and his grades and that sometimes, he doesn't like being the funny guy, the guy people can laugh at and he won't say anything…

Note: I mention Denki having an Attention Disorder and learning difficulties.

~ School had always been rough for Denki, he did okay in middle school but with the added classes for the hero course, he couldn't keep up, he had some of the lowest grades in the class and he struggled to understand when he was taught by Bakugou… ~ Sighing as he made his way to his partner's dorm room, he rubbed the back of his neck thinking about the last few hours. ~ The day started out great, before he lived in the dorms he hated waking up for school every day, like, yeah he could see you but there was something missing. That thing was seeing you with bedhead and wearing his shirt as pyjamas. Yeah that was definitely it. ~ After breakfast, they got to homeroom, he sat at his desk and you sat on top of it, he would show you some memes he'd found in the ten minutes you'd been away getting ready. He just loved having you close, holding your hand. ~ But then classes started, maths was okay, but then English and Japanese and Hero Laws, History… It was too much that he didn't understand. ~ He knew his friends thought he was dumb and most days he could deal with that, but he was worried you did too. You seemed so smart, you took your notes, trying to make them as neat as possible, you answered questions pretty confidently in class and people went to you for help with topics they didn't get, but he didn't feel he could. ~ He didn't want you to know just how much he struggled. Not just with classes either, most days he didn't mind when his friends would call him dunce face or laugh at him when his 'yay' mode took over but today was just. Different. ~ So with a heavy heart, he plodded to your room, he knocked your secret knock and waited for a response. You invited him in, you were sat at your desk getting some homework out of the way, Denki groaned at the sight of quadratic equations, stomping over and covering them with the comic books and manga he had brought and left here. ~ "No. No more work, no more school. We can worry about that later, right now. I need you to sit and cuddle me!" He demanded, crossing his arms and looking at you with a pout as he sat on your bed. ~ Giggling at your boyfriend, you happily sat on the bed and got into what you two called Cuddling Position #4 (of twelve), you lay down on your back, supported by pillows and Denki promptly flopped down, burying his face in your chest. He had his arms draped around your waist and probably his hands trying to creep up or down, whilst you put on a show you two frequented and played with his hair. ~ "Bad day?" You asked after half an hour or so. ~ Denki sighed, "I just want to be able to do what you guys do, you make school and hero stuff look so easy, but when I'm in class I want to be here with you, but when I'm here with you I'm thinking about class… ~ "I just want to be less stupid." ~ Feeling your hands squish his cheeks, he looked you in the eye as you looked into his. "You are not stupid. We just haven't found the right way for you to understand it, we'll get there." You told him, pressing your lips to his slightly squished ones, leaving him to smile a love sick smile. ~ "Yay…"

Hitoshi Shinsou:

I think that Shinsou would distance himself from everyone around him when he is upset, no matter what he's upset about. I also think he would get really stressed about his position in UA and his training with Dadzawa.

~ Shinsou sighed as he hid away in his dorm room, he felt bad hiding from you, it killed him avoiding you for so long, he wanted to be near you, hold you, talk to you about your days. ~ Everything was getting a bit too overwhelming, he wanted to get into 1-A so badly, he was already determined to get in, but when he saw you in the Sports Festival, he knew he had to get to know you and try harder. ~ He did get to know you, now you were dating and it was the best decision he'd made since joining UA, but now all of his free time was taken up by Aizawa and his training sessions, he didn't get as many chances to hang out with you anymore and recently, he was making excuses to get out of those times too. ~ Honestly, he was struggling with the secret training sessions, he was also trying to keep up with school work and his own physical training, he was so stressed out and all he wanted was to talk to you, but he was worried. ~ He was worried his negative energy would affect you, that his whining would lead to you avoiding him or worse, a break up. ~ Hearing a knock at the door, he knew it was you, but he didn't answer. ~ "Hitoshi, I know you're there. I just wanted to check on you, I haven't heard from you in a while, I was getting worried…" ~ Wincing, Hitoshi stood from his bed, hesitating before opening the door, seeing you, wearing one of his hoodies over your uniform. 'This is hell, I can't ignore them when they look this cute!' ~ Letting out another sigh, he turned away, looking out his window to try and avoid your gaze. ~ "I didn't want to bother you, I'm just…" ~ He couldn't finish what he was trying to say, he couldn't even figure out what he was trying to say. ~ Hearing a small exhale from behind him, he didn't have the heart to turn around, this actually worked out best for you as you walked up and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind. ~ Hitoshi startled slightly, placing his hands over yours, "Kitten, I-" ~ "You don't have to tell me, I know you're getting stressed out, but you don't have to hide from me, I'm here if you need me." You told him, moving to lean your chin on his shoulder. ~ It was silent for a while until you heard sniffling, "You okay?" You asked concerned. ~ Hitoshi had started crying, a soft cry, but had a large grin on his face. ~ "Yeah, I'm fine, I was just being stupid, I know I could've gone to you, I just got scared." He said quietly. ~ Giving him a squeeze, he leaned back into you and playing with your fingers, "Thank you for always being there."

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fluffyf0x · 1 year

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Shoto Todoroki

I'm brainrotting because of season 6.

Shoto wasn't all very err- excited about the idea of you joining in the war. Yeah, you were a hero along with him and such, but like- it's a war. He would ask Endeavor to let you sit out for the war. But you decided against it and still joined the war. You couldn't sit around while everyone was risking their lives.

It was a hard pill to swallow for Shoto that Midoriya left U.A. not to mention, his own supposedly dead brother is a villain and everything was a mess.

Since then, it seemed like he's been more clingy to you than usual. As if you would leave him too anytime soon.

"can you not leave?" He would ask while the two of you are cuddling. Holding you tight while burying his face into you shoulder. You chuckled, hugging him before running your hands through your hair.

"Sho, I need to change the thermostat, it's cold. I'm not going anywhere else."

Shoto wouldn't say anything and you could feel his left side heating up a bit. You smiled.

"I won't leave you Sho. I'll be right beside you. Always. I promise"

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 4)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 2.8k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood, grief with happy ending

note: second to last chapter let's gooooo !!! in theory this could be considered the "last chapter," but don't you wanna know how the ball goes??? and maybe shoto and reader have their first kiss ;). thank you for all the support you've given this series!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :)

New Voicemail Message [11:32 A.M]

“Hey! Just checking in; I just finished the whole flame side and I’m about to start the shading for the ice side. If you’re able, I’d love for you to come see it and maybe I can buy you lunch this time. No pressure, just let me know. Alright, bye!”

New Voicemail Message [5:36 P.M]

“Hi, hi, hi. I picked up Soba takeout for dinner if you’re free. I have both of our usuals, and I can drop them at your agency too if you’re busy. Oh, also, the lady behind the counter was so confused that it was me by myself; you should’ve seen her face. Anyway, just wanna make sure you’re doing okay. Bye!”

New Voicemail Message [8:24 P.M]

“Hey Shoto, it’s me, again. I’m sorry for spamming you with voicemails and shit. I just, honestly? I’m kinda worried, haha. I know it’s dumb. Like, I know you can handle yourself and everything, but part of me still wants to make sure you’re good, you know? Just, uh, let me know. If–when you’re home. I miss your stupid voice. Okay, bye.”

New Voicemail Message [11:56 P.M]

“Hey. I’m aware that I keep bothering you. If I did something to make you upset, I’m really sorry…I’m about to go to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow? Obviously, you can’t see it, but uh, I’m sticking my thumb up, haha. Call me when you can, please.”

[2] Missed Calls: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖

New Messages: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖

12:00 A.M hey 12:00 A.M idk if you’re awake 12:00 A.M but if you are 12:01 A.M please check the news

The incessant buzzing phone in your hand woke you from your position on the couch. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assume you passed out after eating a late dinner, waiting for Shoto to call. His food was in the fridge, untouched, while yours was only half-eaten, plastic bowls and utensils messily scattered across your coffee table. The notifications at the top of your phone made your heart drop into your stomach, and you prayed that the thought hiding in the back of your mind wasn’t true.

You stood as the TV clicked on, only for your legs to give out beneath you as the reporter detailed where he was last seen, what he was wearing, possible suspects, and the statement from his manager. There was no substance in the public statement, only reassurances that efforts are being made to find him. You shut down the TV after they got into the part of the statement that sounded like a fucking eulogy, talking about how he was a loyal friend, devoted hero, and embodiment of a good person. You didn’t need to be told that. You’d seen it firsthand for the past two weeks. Anger, confusion, worry, and grief came in waves, crashing against each other as you curled into yourself. Your eyes welled to alleviate the burn after staring at the screen, your forehead throbbing from the flashing reds and whites of the “BREAKING NEWS” title screen. Your lungs and throat felt empty, consciousness detached from the body.

No sobs rang out in the darkness of your apartment that night, and it terrified you how silent you were. There was no crying, no convulsing, no thrown objects across the room to create dents in the walls. It was just…silence. You couldn’t tell if you’d slept or not, hours passing as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling after dragging yourself back onto the couch. It was an effort to breathe, to force yourself to inhale and exhale like it was opening and closing your fists.

As sunlight permeated through the lightly swinging shades, your phone alarm went off. You stared at it, the musical sound seeming to be coming from underwater. The notifications at the top of your phone once you finally turned it off were like reading in a dream, with letters blurring and rearranging until you didn’t know what the original message was. Hey, thinking about you, they said. We understand if you can’t make it in today, they promised. Hello, you were one of the people last seen with Todoroki Shoto. Our news outlet would like to interview you. Fingers gripping the phone so hard you wanted to snap it, you slammed it onto the coffee table. Flashes of white-hot rage took over your body, directed at no one in particular. You pulled a pillow into your chest, fighting back the impulse to scream, scream, scream until either your voice or your lungs give out.

“Hey.” It was your roommate, and she held her cat in her arms like a newborn baby. Your empty eyes stared back at them. “I won’t ask if you’re doing okay because that’s a bullshit question. I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you if you need anything. Just call me, yeah?” You barely nod your assent, and her gentle fingers brush away the tears that had broken through your resolve. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving,” she said as she rose from the crouch she took to be eye-level with you. She takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I also know that you’re one of the strongest people I know. We both know it’s Friday, and we both know those assholes in the commission aren’t going to postpone the one event that brings them money.” She doesn’t say it, but you know what she means. You need to get up and finish your pieces. “Do your best, okay?”

Just do your best.

It’s what you repeated to yourself as you struggled from the couch to your bedroom, then to the bathroom, then finally out the door and through the gate in your office. Your other designer, the one who had told you to check the news, runs over from his station. Shaking your head decisively before he could speak, you brush past him with an understanding hand on his shoulder. Your aching throat didn’t have the voice to give one last round of encouragement to your staff, but they looked to you anyway as you took your spot at the front of the room.

“Just do your best,” you said before turning to the embroidery thread shelves and picking out the most vibrant shades of blue and light purple you could find. The rest of the office worked with a fervor you’d never seen before, and you gave them a sad smile whenever they’d glance up to check on you. All the other heroes’ ball looks were finalized, ready to be handed off to their stylists who would do the final dressing and accessorizing. Seven mannequins lined up in front of a window: Cellophane’s intricately beaded suit, Momo’s sweeping velvet ball gown, Deku’s sleek three-piece, Red Riot’s fiery matching set, Pinky’s princess-like mermaid dress, and Bakugo’s sheer-paneled, explosive applique-covered denim jacket.

Everyone’s looks were finished, except one. His tailored leather pants were complete as well as the simple white button-up, and the silver pocket chain rested around the headless neck of the mannequin. All that was left to do was finish the design covering the back of the coat, which you worked on tirelessly far past when your staff had left the building. It should have been a day of celebration with champagne, balloons, and cake to commemorate another successful Hero Ball; but, 11:30 and 5:00 passed with no trace of him, and you couldn’t find it in your mind to participate in festivities. Whispered goodbyes and “see you tomorrow” floated around you, and it took more energy than it should have to smile and nod.

Time ran away from you again, and the coat was finished at midnight on the dot, embellished with small buckles, two rows of buttons, shoulder pads, pockets, and the stunning ice and flame embroidery on the back panel. It truly was the greatest piece you had imagined and created, your quirk allowing the thread to almost act like paint as you added subtle nuance to the two opposing cranes. The fire crane rose from the bottom corner of one of the front panels, forming a circle with the ice crane that descended from the shoulder pad of the opposite front panel. Draping the finished piece on the mannequin and attaching the pocket chain for good measure, you stepped back with your hands on your hips to admire your work. He was gonna love it, when he saw it. If he saw it, the pessimistic demon in your mind whispered. With a deep breath that you didn’t know you needed, you turned to pack your stuff and head home.

And that’s when something large slammed into M’s office window.

The thud startled you, the dull noise of something hitting the glass bouncing off the empty cavern of the room. Your fingers wrapped around a pair of scissors as you approached the half-open door, cautiously guiding it open and squinting at the distorted figure behind the dark glass. Your eyes widened when you realized the object was huge, the size of at least two very tall people. One hand tightly gripping the scissors, the other slowly slid into your pocket to call the police when you heard a voice call from the other side.

“Needle! Needle…wait, what? Needle, uh, sprouting from…Needle sprouting from thumb? Jesus, Todoroki, who would ever say such a thing–” You threw the window open, sending it flying upward as you took in the people set precariously on the ledge. You recognized one as Deku, the number one hero who sometimes visited your office to implement support tech into his costume. His gloved hand grabbed the edge of the window, easing him and the person he was carrying into M’s office and collapsing onto the couch. Deku quickly stood, closing the window and scanning the surroundings for threats. Your hand unconsciously rose to brush the matted red hair from the other person’s face, and the oxygen left your lungs as you zeroed in on the scar barely visible around the blood splattered on the person’s left eye.

Shoto.

His body was in tatters, with scrapes and cuts and punctures covering his body like some zombie Halloween. The white of his hair was covered in so much blood that his entire head was red. His suit had burnt off on his fire side, and his ice side was nearly blue from discoloration. Your body moved on its own when you took in the most significant wound, a large gash cutting diagonally across his abdomen. Mind empty except for the battered man on M’s couch, you shoved your hands into the fabric scraps box and brought them back to Deku, who pressed them against Shoto’s gash to stop the bleeding. Fingers pressed under his chin, you felt a faint heartbeat and could see his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He was dying, and you needed to do something to stop the blood loss.

“I tried to get him to go to a hospital, but he said it wasn’t safe,” Deku said to you, eyes clouded with concern. “He was barely able to tell me your building’s address before he passed out. I trust his judgment, but I really need you to know that, if Todoroki doesn’t get stitches, he will die. Do you have some way of stitching this up?” The fabric in his hands was soaked a dark red and the realization of what Shoto wanted you to do hit you like a train.

He wanted you to give him stitches.

You’d never tried your quirk on any actual humans, only textiles. Your parents had suggested becoming a medic because of your quirk, but the idea of manipulating something to enter a human body was an idea that you couldn’t stomach. There were others with more efficient quirks who could do that, but none of them were with you now. An idea dawned on you, and you reminded yourself to applaud your planning skills later.

“Deku?”

“Yeah?”

“I need the sutures from your toolbelt.” His eyes widened in understanding, and he frantically pushed aside objects in his belt to find the roll of medical-grade nylon you’d placed there as a part of upgrading his first-aid kit. “Sorry, I added…more items,” he muttered apologetically, finally handing you the unused spool and the box containing the sterilized needle. Like clockwork, you threaded the needle just as you had millions of times before. Averting your gaze as Shoto groaned in pain from Deku cleaning the wound with alcohol pads that you’d also put in his belt, your hand soon hovered over Shoto’s wound in preparation to close it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the image of the sewing machine and instead opting for a simple knot at select intervals. Fighting down the bile in your throat as the needle pinched Shoto’s skin together, you shakily guided the thread through the skin layers and tied it into a tight knot. You felt Deku’s eyes watch you in amazement as you worked, delicately patching Shoto back together as you had with his suit the first day he’d walked through your elevator doors. Slowly but steadily, you moved your hand and the thread across the wound, sewing it shut like you’d attached his trenchcoat panels. They were, by no means, medical-grade stitches, but you believed they got the job done as the color slowly returned to Shoto’s face. When you finished stitching the large wound, you helped Deku wrap the lower half of his chest and his arms with gauze. With more scraps of fabric, you gently scrubbed off the blood and dirt, combing through his tangled hair with wet fingers.

“Thank you, Deku,” you said quietly to him as you threw used fabric scraps into a trash bag. “For bringing Shoto to me. I was really worried.”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling warmly. “I only wish that I’d met Todoroki’s partner under different circumstances.”

“Partner? I mean, yeah, we’re business partners, but–”

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry, then. I, uh, meant romantically.” Your face began to burn from Deku’s assumption. “He just talked about you a lot, you know. How much he liked being around you, how you seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. He told me about all your soba dates and how he didn’t want them to be considered dates since he wants to take you somewhere much nicer when you’re done with all the ball stuff, but I still think they’re dates.” Holy shit, Deku was rambling. “I teased him about it since I don’t think he’s ever been in love before, but–”

“Midoriya, I implore you to stop talking.” You both gasped, turning to look at a barely-conscious Shoto, who was trying to sit up from the couch.

“Todoroki, you’re awake! Wait, no, no–you can’t sit up yet,” Deku stutters out as he rushes over to carefully push Shoto’s shoulders back down, moving the hair from his forehead as his head falls back against the armrest. You feel out of your body again as you kneel next to him, fingers brushing his cheek in relief. “I’ll uh, give you two some space,” Deku declares as he scrambles to pick up the trash bags and exit M’s office, leaving you alone with Shoto.

His gentle eyes find yours. “Hey, pretty.”

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, reciprocating the weak smile he gives you as he takes in your exhausted face. “What the hell were you thinking, coming here? You needed a hospital. It wasn’t safe risking your life to come here, Sho,” the shortened version of his name slips from your mouth before you could stop it, but the even softer look he gives you sends any regret or embarrassment running. “What would you have done if I wasn’t in the office?”

“I just knew you would be.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“But it worked out.”

“That it did.” You press your lips to his forehead and relish in the way his eyes shut in contentment. “I finished your coat.”

“You did?”

“I did, but you can’t see it right now. If you lift a single finger off that couch, I’m going to reopen your stitches.” He lets out a pained laugh, wincing at the pain shooting across his chest. A thoughtful look crosses his face again, and you adore the way you could see him working things out in his mind. What those things are, you’d never know, but his pure intellect was enough to admire.

“Do you still plan on attending the ball tomorrow?”

“Not if you’re still hurt.”

“In that case, I am no longer hurt.” He smirks at you, with an immature, boyish, attractive smile. “And I still haven’t…chosen a plus one.”

You feel your heart cease racing in your chest. “Yeah? And who’s the lucky winner?” Your voice shakes slightly as you attempt to relieve the tension with a joke.

He looks at you again with that expression that makes you want to kiss him.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

As you finally drift off to sleep slumped against the couch, your face close enough to his to feel him breathe, you know in your mind that it’d always been him, too.

[1] Missed Call - Midoriya Izuku

New Voicemail Message [2:04 A.M]

"Hi Yaomomo! Hope you're doing well. I need a favor..."

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