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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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shoto and 'when i find out who is responsible for this...' IM A SUCKER FOR OVERPROTECTIVE SHO LMAO

This one was one of my faves to write, I really hope you like it!

Damage | Todoroki/Reader

Prompt: “When I find out who is responsible for this...” Word Count: 1600 words Tags/Warnings: SFW, ye olde quirk accident trope Notes: Special thanks again to my lady love @bobawithpomegranate for beta-ing me!! Also, for anyone who hasn’t suffered a corporate job: KPIs = key performance indicators, which are a set of business metrics used to measure success in certain areas.

The first sign that something was wrong should have been in line for security.

Ayako—your favorite member of the Todoroki Agency security team—was waving a detector wand over your clothes when she asked casually, “How’s it going?”

Any other morning, your response was something along the lines of, “Oh, it’s going. How are you?” This morning, however, you blurted, “Good! Except that I bumped someone on the train and spent ten minutes trying to get a coffee stain out of this shirt, and I feel a little sick when I think about leading the KPIs review because Shouto’s property damage numbers are up again which doesn’t look great, so I skipped breakfast but honestly I’m super hungry right now, that was a bad choice, and—”

You cut yourself off, utterly bewildered. Ayako looked similarly nonplussed, raising a slim brow.

“Uh, nevermind. I’ll just be going,” you said, and hared off to the rest of the security checkpoints before she could give commentary.

So you might have known that something was wrong even before you let yourself into Shouto’s manager’s office, armed with your monthly spreadsheets and performance slide decks. But you hadn’t given it more thought since then, a move which proved to be a complete mistake.

Shouto was already there, lounging in the set of chairs in front of his manager’s desk, looking less like a hero waiting for a meeting and more like some airbrushed ad for his dark turtleneck or his close-fit grey slacks. Your heart shot into your throat at the sight of him, like it usually did, and you had to remind yourself to relax.

Though he was unbearably handsome to the point of distraction, Shouto was relatively easy to get along with, something that should have made you calmer in his presence. He was straightforward, possessed of very little ego, thoughtful, and a very linear and strategic thinker—you’d worked extremely well with him the past couple of years, and Shouto, though he had less to do with the daily operations of the agency, had helped push your promotion last year to Director of Public Relations. It should have added up to an easy and uncomplicated work partnership, but his personality only made your unfortunate crush on him even worse.

He was so horribly, horribly perfect. And you were an awful little metrics gremlin, called in to roast him over the open flame of public opinion once a month. Really not something Shouto might be interested in.

“Y/N,” he said, looking up from his phone and fixing you with an intent look. Your heart stuttered under those heterochromatic eyes.

“Hi, Shouto,” you said, setting down your bag and digging out your laptop for something to take your attention off of him. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” he answered in his deep tone. “How are you?”

And that was it. The damning question that sent it all to hell.

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered, naming the symptoms of his very presence.

There was a beat of silence. You froze, crouched over your bag, laptop halfway out of it. Then it hit you what had just been said, and you slapped a hand over your mouth in horror.

Shouto was up out of his chair in the blink of an eye, kneeling in front of you with cool fingers on your face, angling it towards him.

“You’re not well?” he asked, those eyes locking on you with an alarming intensity.

His attention only made things worse. “I feel like I might pass out,” you said, cringing even as the words left your mouth.

Fuck, what the hell were you saying? You were making it sound like you were some Victorian maiden, ready to swoon in the mere company of a gentleman. And why were you saying this shit? You’d worked with him for years and you’d never let slip the effect he had on you—what was wrong with you this morning?

You thought back to the coffee incident on the train this morning, the way the girl whose drink you had spilled had startled, the way she had weirdly apologized to you even as you were in the midst of your own apology.

A sense of foreboding settled over you.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“I think I’ve been hit with a quirk,” you blabbed.

Shouto’s features shuttered, a hard look you’d never really seen before entering his eye. He went over to his manager’s desk, dialing a number on her office phone, and then he was talking in low tones, asking someone from medical to come up to her office immediately.

Then he was back at your side, easing you carefully to the floor like you actually were in danger of passing out, and not just a huge idiot with an incredibly fat crush that made you say the world’s most ridiculous things.

“When I find out who’s responsible for this,” he uttered, low and dangerous, “they might never be able to use a quirk again.”

For some reason, the threat warmed you, even as it sent a little shiver down your spine. Was it weird to find him hot when he was angry?

You clamped your mouth firmly shut, lest you tell him exactly what illness prevailed you, but your silence was all for naught.

Because when one of the medical staff made it up to the office, pressing a quirk testing strip to your skin, she pronounced, “A truth quirk.”

Shouto caught your hand before it could smack into your forehead, looking surprised that he had done so. And then even more surprised at the pronouncement.

“A truth quirk,” he echoed, looking down at you curiously. His fingers were gentle where they held your wrist.

You squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

“But then, you’re still not well,” he said. He looked up at the medical staffer. “She’s feeling faint, and having problems with her heart.”

“She’s fine,” the staffer confirmed, holding up a scanner with your vital readings. They were embarrassingly perfect—incredibly, perfectly, damnably normal.

You could have died. You literally could have died.

Shouto looked down at you with a little wrinkle on his perfect brow, obviously wondering how you could admit symptoms like that given a truth quirk, only for there to be no physical sign of them. You tried to hold down the truth, but another question from him doomed you.

“But how?” he asked, clearly concerned, cool fingers smoothing over your cheekbone.

“I have an insanely huge crush on you,” you blurted. Then you unleashed a string of colorful swears, flushing so hot you thought you might catch fire.

Those heterochromatic eyes went a little round at the edges.

The medical staffer looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh as she bade a quick farewell. She was out the door before you could catch her sleeve and hold her like a shield against Shouto’s incredibly penetrating stare.

“I’m. Um. You know, sorry and everything,” you added. “I won’t let it interfere with work. I mean, I haven’t, any of the past couple years—fuck, oh my god, I just said that—”

Shouto was watching your mouth like he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of it.

“Say it again,” he said.

You paused, staring at him. “What?”

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered obediently.

“Because of me,” he said, like it was a wonder.

You gave him an annoyed look. Obviously because of him, who the fuck else did he think wielded that combination of attractiveness and straightforward appeal like an S-class quirk of its own?

Shouto choked on a laugh, and you realized with some horror that you’d said all of that out loud.

Damn the fucking truth quirk.

“I don’t know,” Shouto said, sounding amused. “I think I rather like it. When I find out who is responsible for this, I might have to thank them instead.”

This stopped you short.

He what now?

“I’m sorry, what?”

Something a little like a smirk curled the corner of Shouto’s mouth. “It is generally gratifying to know one’s feelings are returned, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wouldn’t know—” you started, feeling annoyed with him again. Then you choked when the implication of his words sank in.

Shouto’s fingers slid down to cup your chin, and suddenly it felt like every nerve ending in your body was concentrated there, the touch magnified a thousand-fold into an all-consuming sensation.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asked lightly, looking smug.

“Oh my god yes—” The answer was out of your mouth before he’d even finished the question.

Shouto laughed, and then he was leaning in. You could feel the smile still on his mouth when it met yours. Shouto’s kiss was careful and attentive, but you could sense something deeper beneath, the same kind of restrained sort of passion that underlaid his quirk. Having that kind of controlled intensity turned on you was something you could have never prepared for.

The kiss became deeper and more heated, and Shouto was just easing you backwards again, still pressed firmly to you, when the door opened and his manager blew in.

“This is a fucking office,” she said, stepping over the two of you like you were a grimy puddle in the street. “Now hurry the fuck up, we have KPIs to review. Shouto—don’t think this will derail me from your property damage numbers increasing.”

Shouto huffed into your mouth, slumping against you.

You couldn’t do anything but laugh.

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thyandrawrites · 3 years

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Headcanon that in a future where Dabi is reintegrated in society and has reconnected to his family, he still doesn't own a single dress shirt because of his aesthetic. So every time he needs to dress formal (for a job interview, or to meet the family lawyer or something) he just... Casually drops by Shouto's apartment and raids his closet without telling him because they happen to be the same height and similar build. Shouto at first doesn't even notice because he owns a shit ton of clothes he doesn't need, but once he catches on, it becomes Their Thing. Especially since Touya refuses to come visit like a normal person and they just see each other once a month for family dinners.

Part of why Touya keeps doing it is because he doesn't wanna waste money to rent a suit or a pressed shirt with a tie he won't wear, but mostly it's just so he has a reason to drop by (with the added plus of annoying his prodigy of a little brother).

Shouto of course isn't bothered by this arrangement at all. Sometimes he's home when Touya enters his apartment and makes a beeline for the closet without even greeting him, and he just... Blinks at him, nonplussed. He figures that everyone has a hobby and Touya's is sorting through Shouto's walk-in closet, all the while whining and muttering taunts at Shouto's fashion sense. "Really, brat? Stripes? On a goddamn suit? What are you, All Might?" / "Is something wrong with stripes?" / "Everything's wrong with it. Starting from how many you own." / "At least they're not embroidered staples." / "Tch."

At some point, after Shouto started following him there to exhange stilted small talk and monosyllabic answers, Shouto figures out that this isn't Touya's hobby. It only took him five months to connect the dots but now he knows that Touya could've used dad's credit card to buy a suit of his own if he so wanted.

At some point, though, he also started subconsciously thinking of the suits and shirts that Touya favours as Touya's own, so he's glad that Touya has yet to admit to his emotional constipation because it gives them a chance to meet up. Emboldened by the realization, he tries to engage more and more with his brother, determined to make him crack, until one day he accidentally slips up and mentions something like "I took your jacket to the laundry so you don't have to worry about the spilled coffee stains" and Touya just. Freezes with his hand on the way to a different, non-striped black suit.

They never mention it again but the suit remains at Shouto's house, so that Touya keeps having a reason to visit.

#Dabi #Todoroki touya #Todoroki shouto #Todofam #Todosiblings #Bnha #Thyandra writes #Ok this might not be a fic bc if I add one more wip to my pile I'll explode but #It still played out in my head like one #Listen. I just crave that stilted and awkward siblings bonding time #They're idiots and they're trying their best #Family is buying a black suit with stitched up embroideries that you'll never wear yourself #So that the brother you haven't seen for ten years can keep having a reason to drop by and steal it #:')

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 3 years

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Honey Sing It Strong

honey sing it strong by the crownless queen

“... Does anyone know why young Iida ambushed me to ask me about my eating habits?”

Shouta, who up until now had been comfortably dozing off in his Yaoyorozu-provided brand-new bulletproof sleeping bag, gives a loud snort. He raises his head just enough to find Yagi standing by the door to the teachers’ room, looking nonplussed, and shoots him a dry look.

“Run,” he advises before diving back into the depths of his sleeping bag.

Hizashi, that traitor, merely laughs — just as he has every single time Shouta's complained about his students somehow ambushing him with a new care product designed just for him.

“It just means they like you!” Hizashi continues, slinging an arm around Yagi's shoulders and steering him away.

Class 1-A is on a mission. A mission of care.

Words: 1619, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako, Class 1-A & Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Canon What Canon I Only Know Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, heavy on the comfort, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, technically, this is more class 1a taking care of their dadmight, because he deserves it, Discord: No Writing Academia Fic Fight, NWA Fic Fight Team 1-B, past character injury

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32151799

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦#Izuku Midoriya #Yagi Toshinori #Iida Tenya #R:T #A:Crownless #Dad Might

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kewltie · 3 years

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Bitesize #3

One.

"Did you proposed to me because you wanted to or," Izuku smiles crookedly, "was it just another attempt to get back at Shouto?"

"We're already married," Katsuki scoffs. "There's no point in questioning it now."

"I see." His smile strains against the stiffness of his chest.

Two.

"Fix it or you're fire," Katsuki growls.

Izuku barely even react. "As per my employee contract and lengthy therapist bill, you can only use that threat on me nine times per week and you just hit your quota this morning, sir," he says, staring at him in blatant insubordination.

Three.

"Nii-chan," Izuku says, reaching for him.

Katsuki catches his wrist before it could touch him. "Don't," he snarls, fingers pressing down hard on his skin. "I'm not your fucking brother. Remember that." And abruptly lets go, but the place where Katsuki's touch still burns.

Four.

Bakugou Katsuki is made of sharp edges and tight corners, an uncharted landscape that Izuku could easily get lost in, spending years trekking across mountainous terrains, turbulent rivers, and coarse sands all in hope to map the undiscovered heartbeat of this impossible man.

Five.

"What's his name?"

Kaminari coughs into his hand. "Kacchan," he says.

Izuku blinks. "He named his cat after himself?"

Kirishima nods eagerly. "Doesn't this cat look like Katsuki?"

Izuku stares at the cat practically vibrating with murderous intent as he hisses at them. "Ah."

Six.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"I'm not taking you to an alpha clubhouse." Katsuki sneers. "I know some dumbass is going to offend you and as your spouse I'll have to duel them to defend your honor." T

here must be something wrong with Izuku because he's suddenly delighted by that prospect.

Seven.

"Done with your tantrum yet, princess?" Katsuki says, giving her an unimpressed look.

She stomps her foot. "No!"

"So you don't want to hold my hand then?"

Kasumi glowers at him with wet eyes and a sulky pout before snatching his hand in a tight grip. "Mine," she asserts.

Eight.

"Boy, you must be suicidal to be eyeing one of my prize omegas," Chisaki says as Izuku stiffen in his arms.

Katsuki remains where he is, head bent and knees on the ground. The picture is all wrong but then he looks up, eyes alight and there's not a trace of submission in them.

Nine.

"I just touched his fucking hand!" Katsuki snarls.

Nonplussed, Aizawa gives him a flat stare. "If you'd gone to the Xau debriefing you would know that's the equivalent of copping a feel for them," he says. "And you practically rubbed down their precious Prince Izuku in public."

Ten.

"I'll write no love songs," Katsuki croons into the mic, voice low and achingly raw in all its intensity as his eyes gaze out into crowd, "but all my songs belong to you."

In a sea of thousands screaming fans, Izuku feels keenly seen by those piercing eyes and haunting words.

Eleven.

In the ruins of the villain's base, all that remain are the familiar but weathered face of Katsuki's own staring right at him and the broken bodies around him.

"If you can't take good care of him," the man tells him, cradling Izuku's unconscious form in his arms, "then I will."

Twelve.

"Kacchan, I'll be with you all the way," the ghost of Izuku whispers in his ear, wrapping Katsuki up in his warmth undying presence. "Let's win this." Together in life and death, never apart.

Orange electricity cackles around him as Katsuki gives a feral grin toward the villain.

Thirteen.

"If you excuse me, my lord," he says, moving to leave but a hand abruptly clamps down on his wrist.

"Izuku, please," Shouto begs. "I miss you."

Caught by his own traitorous heart, Izuku stops. "I—" he starts, but then he hears: "Get your fucking hand off my husband, bastard!"

Fourteen.

As Izuku starts to disrobe his ceremonial dress, the Wolf God lowers his massive canine head to glare at him. "What are you doing?!"

He blinks. "Preparing to consummate our marriage."

"I don't fuck humans," the Wolf God growls.

"Oh," he says, trying not to be disappointed.

Fifteen.

"One billion yen," he says. "Three hundred first and you'll get the rest of it once the baby is safely delivered and hand it over to me."

"Bakugou-san, do you think my silence and child will be that cheap?" Izuku asks, his words as cold as the scathing heat of Katsuki's own.

Sixteen.

"You want me to, um," the rest of his sentence trails off.

Shouto and Katsuki shares a glance, it's so soft and intimate that Izuku has to look away for a moment. "Be our omega surrogate," Shouto finishes for him. "We don't want to entrust this responsibility to anyone but you."

Seventeen.

Katsuki wakes up that morning alone; the left side of the bed had long gone empty and cold. A note is left in the place where Izuku once slept. He picks it up, catches sight of the sorry written in the familiar loop of Izuku's handwriting and immediately crumbles it in his hand.

Eighteen.

Izuku is eleven years old when he first placed his hand in his betrothed's grip as they swear their vow in front of the gods. He bites back his tears with a wavering faith.

"Don't cry," Katsuki orders, a child himself. "You're mine now and I'll take good care of what is mine."

Nineteen.

"Surrender," Katsuki demands.

Five years ago their situation was reversed; Katsuki was the one in chains and his kingdom usurped. Now with Izuku's world crumbling down and his heart splayed open at Katsuki's feet, he says mirthlessly, "If you wanted me, you could have just ask."

Twenty.

Kota knows of the legend of the pirate Zero, how once he was stranded at sea for a hundred days and thrive. Now as a mer drags the captain above the wave, suddenly it all made sense to Kota. Zero had given his heart to the sea and the sea blessed him with one of her own children.

#bakudeku #bitesize ficlet

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ao3feed-tododeku · 3 years

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Honey Sing It Strong

honey sing it strong by the crownless queen

“... Does anyone know why young Iida ambushed me to ask me about my eating habits?”

“Run,” he advises before diving back into the depths of his sleeping bag.

Hizashi, that traitor, merely laughs — just as he has every single time Shouta's complained about his students somehow ambushing him with a new care product designed just for him.

“It just means they like you!” Hizashi continues, slinging an arm around Yagi's shoulders and steering him away.

Class 1-A is on a mission. A mission of care.

Words: 1619, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako, Class 1-A & Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32151799

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku & Shouto #💙#💚#Izuku Midoriya #Shouto Todoroki #Yagi Toshinori #♦#R:T #A:Crownless Queen #Dad Might #Hurt Comfort

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kitanoko · 6 years

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A sequel requested by @foxxhunter44: “A one shot where momo and uraraka is a big time cosplayer and hides from the rest of the class until she runs into Todoroki at a convention with midoriya. So she tries to avoid him all day (have momo and uraraka get into cosplay from them wearing Todoroki and midoriyas hero suits)” PART ONE ENJOY! Its around ~3.5k words so its a longer read this time. Click ‘Keep Reading below’ !

“Yaoyorozu-san, I think there’re more kids that want pictures with us!” Uraraka squealed, face brighter than Aoyama’s usual demeanor, and pointed at a crowd of young children behind Yaoyorozu dressed in rain boots with dainty yellow hats, stealing glances at them once in a while.

15 minutes deep and these partners-in-crime were already the spotlight of the convention. Though, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu should really consider how awkward they’d be if they were caught.

The former Vice President of Class A crossed her fingers at the thought unknowingly.

“I really don’t think we should be taking so many pictures with them,” Yaoyorozu started, rolling her left shoulder slightly and stopped at a comfortable crack of her joints. The strap of the thermoregulator was really beginning to annoy her.

“But even if these pictures were to be published, they can’t even tell it’s us,” Uraraka did a semi-twirl with a pivot of her heels, red sneakers squeaking against the pristine floor, as if to say ‘can you deny how great our costumes are?’ and Yaoyorozu giggled.

“True. I think even my mother would praise us with our ingenuity.”

To be frank, it was Yaoyorozu’s idea to dress as Todoroki for this year’s ‘Hero/Heroine Appreciation Convention’ held in Hosu. In midst of the incident with the Hero Killer years ago, the city had decided to hold the dedicatory event as a way to remember the victims and to show the importance of recognizing the true meaning of what a ‘hero’ or a ‘heroine’ really is.

It was an annual event with many cosplaying as their favourite heroes.

And one of Yaoyorozu’s favourite heroes was the one and only, Todoroki Shouto.

She didn’t want to go alone however; so when Uraraka agreed (with such enthusiasm that one would think that this bubbly girl wanted to go all along), Yaoyorozu was thrilled beyond words.

The black-haired girl recalled asking her friend who she would dress as and immediately, without a moment’s hesitation, the Uravity heroine replied ‘Deku-kun’. Yaoyorozu smirked.

She knew Uraraka had something for him. Call it a lady’s intuition.

The week before the convention, the two girls had pulled their hair thinking of how to make their costumes. Their only option was to use the pictures of them in recent magazines, and after hours of scrutinizing their costumes in their old yearbooks while taking notes, Yaoyorozu was able to create exact replicas.

It was pivotal that the former Vice President create costumes that would fit them like a glove.

The group of kids behind them was now speeding towards them with their parents calling at the back, and Uraraka waited for impact.

“GOTCHU DEKU!” A tiny girl with pigtails screamed and she squished herself against Uraraka’s leg, causing the latter to stumble a step behind her.

“HEY NO FAIR I WANT DEKU TOO!” Another girl cried out, cheeks as full and red as fuji apples, and she too hugged Uraraka like her life depended on it.

The Uravity heroine patted both of their heads as their mothers rushed to apologize at the inconvenience.

“Miss, I think you look really good as Shouto.”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes darted away from Uraraka and looked down. A boy with a baseball cap stood there, tugging slightly with his chubby fingers at the side of Yaoyorozu’s pants.

“Thank you, all of you kids are simply adorable!” Yaoyorozu beamed.

“How did you get your hair to be two colours like that? How did you draw the scar?”

Uraraka stifled a laugh. “This boy is asking the real questions.”

“Well,” Yaoyorozu began, taking a deep breath as she side-eyed Uraraka, “like my friend here, I’m using a wig. And for the scar, I had to use lots of face paint for it.”

The girl crouched down at eye level with the little kid, “You seem really interested in my costume.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled with imagination. “Ya! I want to dress up as Shouto for next year! He’s so cool!”

With a wide, toothy grin, Yaoyorozu nodded at the kid’s words holding more than a modicum of truth.

“Of course! Shouto IS really cool! Have you ever met the real Shouto?”

“Yea! Just now!”

Realizing what he said, Yaoyorozu forced a nervous nod and from the corner of her eyes she could sense Uraraka’s unease.

This was bad. Really bad.

“And do you mean just now as in….?” Yaoyorozu tried to pry some more, back slouching forward closer to the boy and he twisted his body towards the food court beside them.

“There, near the hotdog stand! Hero Deku was there too! I think they would like to see how cool your costumes are!”

Oh, no no no no no. This was not happening AGAIN.

At least not until they had a chance to get back at the boys for making a fool of themselves years ago! Fine; maybe they did sort of pull their own leg that time.

“Why don’t we take a group picture and leave these nice ladies to their day,” one of the parents suggested and she fished out her phone from her Kate Spade satchel. Probably from this season, Yaoyorozu had thought but she had to mentally slap herself. This was no time to be thinking about fashion lessons from Uwabami-san!

“1,2,3, SAY CHEESE!”

“CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!!” The kids spat out and Uraraka felt her throat turn dry.

“We have to get. Out. Of. Here.” Uraraka muttered through gritted teeth, still smiling for the second or third shot. At this point, she had lost count how many photos they’ve already taken.

The parents and the children waved their goodbyes after deeming their photos Instagram-worthy and the two were left to their own devices again.

Yaoyorozu clicked her tongue, and in a rather low whisper, she said, “Uraraka-san, I think you’re right earlier. Our costumes should be good enough to fool them. Todoroki-san and Midoriya-san would have no idea if we keep our distance. Plus have you seen ANYONE recognize us?”

“Are they really that oblivious? I feel like they would see through it by our voices!”

“Okay then we won’t talk. Simple.”

“But our body language…..everything, I just feel like we’re digging our own graves! They know us so well. I mean, we were in the same class. We practically saw each other 24/7!”

Maybe for you, Yaoyorozu wanted to say, Todoroki-san and I absolutely do not spend that much time together. Well I guess we did eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. On most days. And we did used to study a lot together….there’s also the time when Todoroki-san—

Her thought was a whirling machine on its own.

Uraraka gave her friend a shit-eating smirk as if she knew what she was thinking and Yaoyorozu instantly focused elsewhere.

“Anyway,” Yaoyorozu cleared her throat, noticing another crowd of overly zealous children heading their way, “let’s just keep ourselves out of attention, if we can. That way we wouldn’t be as conspicuous.”

Uraraka nodded, scratching irritably at the itchy green wig she had on her head, the other hand smoothing the edge of the green hoodie. The girls exchanged glances, shifting their positions, both knowing they had to walk fast and stride towards the busy gift shop to hide before the kids could get to them.

They could hear the music blasting through the speakers and see the idle curious touching the displays with ‘please don’t touch’ signs plastered in front as they darted to their escape, when all of a sudden, the kids that were presumed to be targeting them ran past the two faster than Bakugou could spit out “motherfucker”.

“I guess we’re safe!” Uraraka rejoiced. The two heaved in relief, exhaling just when two figures caught their utmost attention.

Speak of the devil.

“Deku please sign my teddy bear!”

“I want Shouto to hug me!”

“NO, I WANT DEKU TO HUG ME.”

“Okay, Sarah we talked about being nice, remember?”

“But Papa, Billy is taking Shouto all to himself!”

Dark blue coloured flannel , a plain v neck tee, with the signature deadpan stare. Todoroki was bent down, accepting a bag of gummies from one of the petite girls. Was that a genuine smile for the kids? Yaoyorozu was quite eager to see more of where that smile was coming from.

Deku was on the outskirts of the crowd, already carrying one kid on each arm, tongue stuck out and making silly faces for the camera. The kids on his arms looked ecstatic, as if they won a lifetime supply of Reeses pieces and more.

The girls heard more of their conversations.

“Are you good friends with Uravity girl? She’s my other favourite heroine.”

Midoriya put down the two kids and quickly became flustered, hands hiding his shaky lips, “We-we are! Of course!”

“But best friends? Like the type of friend who you want to be with forever?” The asker of the question pulled a lollipop out of her pocket. “If you answer me, I’ll give you this.”

Was Midoriya that easy to bribe? And by a kid?

“It’s nice of you to offer me a lollipop, but please keep it,” Midoriya started, resting a hand at the back of his neck, face beet red, “Uravity and I are the best of friends. There’s no one else that can replace her. But I haven’t seen her in a while. I guess…I miss working with her.”

True. After graduation, only a few get-togethers were organized. It was only during certain missions were they able to really see each other, and most of the time, they would be too busy to catch up on each other’s lives.

Hearing such honesty caused an indescribable, nonplussed singe deep in Uraraka’s gut. She had missed him too.

“And who’s your favourite heroine?” Todoroki asked a girl who was snuggled in her mother’s hold. It looked like they had been having a pretty good conversation for a while now.

Yaoyorozu’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice. The warmth of his husky tone had been forgotten and she didn’t know how much she yearned for it until now.

The little girl thought for a second and gestured with a wave of her hand at a poster exposed behind a column.

Yaoyorozu felt her heart pound a few beats faster; it was a giant image of her representing the UA Alumni Counsel. She didn’t even realize that it was there on full display in all its glory.

Todoroki’s lips tugged into a warranted grin.

“Creati, huh.”

The little girl nodded fervently. “Shouto, you know Creati?”

“Yeah. She’s someone I admire. I guess you and I both like the same heroine.”

Li-li-like?!

Did he just say LIKE?

Her arm swayed a little at his words and felt her right hand clench hard on the zipper at her chest.

“Yaoyorozu-san, are you alright?” Uraraka eyed her with concern and Yaoyorozu mumbled a confirmation, feeling a hit of tunnel vision.

The girl beside her began toying with her green wig before speaking.

“You’ve got to be joking!” Uraraka’s eyes were as round as her slacked mouth. “What the heck are the chances that Deku-kun and Todoroki-kun are here? It’s like someone’s playing a prank on us!”

Yaoyorozu sighed and grabbed both of her friends’ shoulders, forcefully spinning her around. The red Nikes Uraraka was wearing were untied and she herself was aching to fix the zipper on her white rubber boots but that seemed monumentally unimportant at the moment.

“We have to surmise the situation,” Yaoyorozu said, suppressing her nerves, “There��s an exit a few steps away. Keep calm and carry on. We’ll just take it in stride.”

How many of these expressions does this girl have? Uraraka was itching to ask before being urged towards the doorway. This was a habit that the former Vice President would often get called out on when she was anxious. Almost everyone knew that she would spew out random idioms whenever she was embarrassed.

“LOOK, THERE’S ANOTHER SHOUTO AND ANOTHER DEKU!” A voice shouted behind the two and they didn’t dare look back. These kids were too observant for their own good.

The two began shuffling forward faster, dodging an elderly woman here and a convention staff there before a strong hand tapped Uraraka’s shoulder. They froze.

“Hey your costumes are great! How’d you make them look so real?” Midoriya started, hand dropping back to his side. By the sound of it, he still had no idea who their real identities were.

Uraraka was facing downwards and so was Yaoyorozu.

Nonetheless they knew this was the end of the line.

“If you don’t mind, Shouto and I would love to take a few pictures with you. Only if you want to of course.”

Biting her lips, Uraraka turned around. This was the first time Midoriya and she had been this close in proximity in the past half a year.

He seemed baffled.

“You two look…familiar,” he began, eyebrows knitting together, “do I know you?”

Yaoyorozu and Uraraka reverted their gazes towards each other, and finally the former spoke.

“You’re too naïve! We definitely don’t know each other.” Yaoyorozu tried to lower her voice and mentally tapped herself in the back for being so steady.

Except here comes Todoroki Shouto and he was her only weakness.

“I think we should go now, sorry, no pictures today!” Yaoyorozu fixed her thermoregulatory strap and pulled hard at Uraraka’s arm.

Abruptly, her feet stepped on Uraraka’s loose shoelaces and slipped, losing traction as the Uravity heroine tripped on her own leg, both falling over, almost knocking down the faux-Lemillion in front of them.

“Ow,” Uraraka winced, one eye closed as she felt a brush-like material fall over her head as she began to stand up.

Shit. The wig.

The brunette noticed her friend still lying on the ground. She was also wigless, thick black hair glossing over her shoulders, petrified as the boys reveled at what just happened.

Todoroki was the first to make a move, arm extending over at Yaoyorozu’s lying form which was less than comfortable.

She was speechless, but she accepted his hand.

Silence. Except for those around who whispered something along the lines of “hey is that Creati and Uravity?” “I’m not sure but it looks like them?”

Todoroki still hadn’t let go of her hand.

“Yaoyorozu, I knew it was you when you called us naïve.”

She sulked.

“I hope you didn’t hurt yourself,” Todoroki sounded quite genuine this time around but something told her he wasn’t finished.

“I’m fine, I was just clumsy and stepped on Uraraka-san’s laces.”

“So it wasn’t the heaviness of the thermoregulatory as I suspected. It looks very real. Good job.”

Yaoyrozu wanted to roll her eyes but felt her conscience reminding her about manners, and choose to bite her bottom lip instead. She indicated at the metal add-on of her costume, “I made this with a thick sheet of aluminum so it’s not a bother at all.”

“I see.”

Yaoyorozu huffed at his teasing smirk which was oddly captivating. Todoroki reached over to smooth out a piece of hair behind her ear, and she pursed her lips in defeat.

“I still kept the picture of you in my hero suit back when we were in the dorms,” Todoroki stuck his hand out of his pocket holding his phone.

Oh she knew what was coming. She was not going to be tricked again!

“What are you doing Todoroki-san?!”

“Hoping I could convince you to take a picture with me.” He said straightforwardly, and focused on the glint in her eyes. In response, she wrinkled her nose annoyingly.

“No way, not unless…” She tapped her chin a few times and he waited. “Not unless you dress up with me to next year’s convention.”

“That isn’t something I can promise you. One year away is quite far.”

Dammit, he’s right. It would be unreasonable of her to ask for that.

“But I will say yes for now. For a while now, I wanted to meet you but I think I had gotten the wrong number. Every time I text you, it wouldn’t send.”

Yaoyorozu gulped.

“I changed my number and I forgot to tell you, my apologies!” She replied sheepishly. Had she been missing out all the chances she had for Todoroki Shouto to ask her out for coffee or whatever he had in mind?

Stupid, stupid Yaoyorozu! Why didn’t I text him first?

She put her arms behind her and he said, “That’s alright, just remember to give it to me this time.”

Midoriya on the other hand was fanatical over Uraraka’s incredible costume and makeup.

“I swear those freckles are on the exact places. And wow the material is identical? This…is crazy!”

He stepped closer to study her face though he took a step back immediately when he realized how awkward he was being.

“Well, I did take around 4 hours putting this together with Yaoyorozu-san,” Uraraka announced, sounding proud, “it’d be sad if we didn’t at least have most of the details correct.”

The green-haired boy darted his eyes away as if wanting to tiptoe around the topic, but in the end he insisted.

“I think I’m just surprised, but really happy, that Uraraka-san chose to dress up as me.”

The girl began chuckling heartily, “and why would that be? Deku-kun had taught me so much! You’re not only the role model of these kids but for me as well!”

At that Midoriya’s infamous ramblings set off. “Urarakasanyou’retoonicetome, IfeelthatIstillhaven’tprovenmyselftoyouand—“

“Relax, Deku-kun!” Uraraka slapped both of her hands against his flushed cheeks and he snapped back to reality. “You haven’t changed one bit!”

Except for maybe being taller than me by a whole foot.

“I guess I really haven’t changed much.” Midoriya guffawed. “And that’s a good thing?”

“Yupp, that’s a great thing!” Uraraka beamed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Todoroki barged in, causing Yaoyorozu to hold in a giggle, “Could you take a picture of Yaoyorozu and I.”

Way to ruin my moment Todoroki-kun, Midoriya thought. Nevertheless, he took the phone and helped them anyway.

At this point, the passersby would occasionally take pictures of the four, but opting to not intercept their conversation.

In front of the phone, Todoroki was as oblivious as ever, holding onto Yaoyorozu’s shoulder with a tight grip, as if she’d fly away if he hadn’t.

Uraraka could only silently cheer for her flustered friend who was squished between Todoroki’s iron fist and his rock hard chest.

“Uraraka-san, let’s take one too… to….commemorate?”

“Sure!”

Midoriya scoffed at how nerdy he just sounded but oh well. People use the word ‘commemorate’ on a daily basis…right?

“Stand closer together,” Todoroki deadpanned as he aimed his phone at the two, and Midoriya shifted one millimetre closer to the girl beside him, acting as stiff as a boulder.

Uraraka quickly pulled him to her by his waist, “Come on, Deku-kun!”

Yaoyorozu gasped at her friend’s boldness. Something she had to remember to learn from Uraraka.

Right before Todoroki snapped the photo, Midoriya flipped her bunny-eared hoodie over Uraraka’s head, making the latter squeal a little.

“Take a look at it,” Todoroki handed his phone to Uraraka and the green-haired boy followed suit, still waddling over like he just did the impossible. “If they aren’t good then I’ll take some more.”

Yaoyorozu walked over, amused at Midoriya’s distance.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” She chortled, voice low in a whisper, and Todoroki ran a hand through his hair, looking incredulous at the couple in front of him.

“Yeah, I guess so. But my sis thinks we fit well too.”

Did she hear him right?

“Huh?”

Todoroki crossed his arms and repeated without hesitation, “My sis, Fuyumi, says that we fit well too.”

Yaoyorozu nodded, “AH! Midoriya-san and Todoroki-san do fit well! I agree!”

He saw her subtle attempt at fixing the zipper at the front of her navy costume and he kept his eyes forward.

“No, she meant you and me.”

“What?!”

The black-haired girl accidentally zipped it all the way to her neck and choked at that moment.

“Todoroki-san and I ?!”

The boy watched her as if she had lost the intelligence that she was so famous for.

“Yes. Us. You and I. Is something wrong about that?”

He seemed worried at her reaction and she shook her head without delay.

“Of course not! I agree! In fact, I think so too! Re-remember that commercial we did for Vidal Sassoon?”

Oh god what was she saying? She was making a fool out of herself!

“Yes I remember.”

Yaoyorozu gulped at the way he was concentrating on her but continued, “Well, my mother loves it! She recorded it and everything, I guess my point was—“

“I hope we can do more commercials together too. Shoots. Stuff like that. I think I can get that arranged.”

Todoroki sent her a reassuring glance and Yaoyorozu felt her toes go numb. He was like her Achilles heel.

He closed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Or I could just send our pictures just now to the studios. I’m sure they will find you in my costume a smashing hit.”

“NO, YOU WON’T!”

“It was a ruse, Yaoyorozu. I thought you’d be smarter than that.”

She playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“Gees, don’t scare me like that again!” Yaoyorozu replied, voice high, and he watched her as she puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Todoroki relaxed.

It was always entertaining to see her all riled up like this, and if it meant anything to her, she was the only one who could unravel the lighthearted side of him.

#todomomo #izuocha #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #boku no hero academia #my fanfic #fanfic request

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allaboutshouto · 7 years

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The Ring

Summary: How Shouto pops the question

AN: (This is not a horror story despite what the name reminds you of!) This fic was born during my convo with @paranoidsubstitute. You're the best buddy :D

Prequel to Shoe Game

Shouto

The ring box in his pocket feels incredibly heavy, which is impossible because it barely weighted anything just a few hours ago.

Izuku is standing next to him, yawning wide enough to fit an entire elephant inside. He blearily glared at the coffee pot, as if urging it to boil faster with sheer will power.

Shouto stares for a minute too long and quickly turns back to the pan and pot on the stove to hide a smile. It's one of those days he makes breakfast. Instant noodles and instant porridge coming right up!

The ring box in his pocket keeps reminding him of his predicament.

He has come across proposal videos online. All of them carry the grandeur and sophistication Shouto does not think that suits him and Izuku.

Should he just pop the question right here and now? In the well-lit kitchen of their own apartment with them in pajamas and not really awake?

Well-

Should he propose in the middle of a battle?

He is probably going to get killed in the process.

Just how can he pop the question?

He is so new to all this relationship things.

Izuku reaches over him to get the sugar pot. Somehow the question just bubbles out of Shouto.

'Will you marry me?'

Izuku turns his head to look at him, gives a non-committal nod and turns back to tipping sugar little by little into his cup of coffee.

Shouto is nonplussed. That wasn't exactly the reaction he thought about but Izuku said yes and that's all that matters.

He goes back to mixing his noodles, smiling to himself.

Izuku

'Ill you gary e?'

Or something sounds similar and makes more sense but Izuku is too sleepy to decode it.

It's probably just Shouto asking for his breakfast preference, which he doesn't have. He is perfectly happy with Shouto's breakfast choice.

So he gives a non-committal nod, tipping sugar little by little into his coffee cup. Whatever Shouto is making is going to be great and Izuku is going to savour it with no complains.

What was Shouto asking about though? ‘Ill you gary e’ makes no sense at all. And Shouto is a certified early bird, he can't slur words even if he tries. That just leaves Izuku and his uncooperative ears the culprits.

Ill you gary me... Ill you gary me... Ill you gar-

That suspiciously sounds like-

Like-

Will you marry me

What?

Izuku tips the whole pot of sugar into his cup of coffee.

Dark liquid spills over the rim.

What!?

He stares dazedly at Shouto, who is mixing his cup noodles with a smile and doesn't seem to notice that Izuku is having a mini panic attack.

Izuku reaches over to get the towel, still staring at Shouto.

He almost ruins Shouto's breakfast as he misses the towel by a mile and reaches into his cup noodles instead.

Luckily, Shouto, ever vigilant, bats his hand away. He then proceeds to guide Izuku to the table and sets down his breakfast for him, which Izuku's brain is too fried to appreciate.

So he scoops spoonful after spoonful of porridge without registering the taste.

Shouto is sitting next to him, scrolling away on his phone with an air of contentment around him.

And finally, finally, everything connects In Izuku’s mind.

He stands up so fast that the chair is pushed backwards with loud scrapping. Shouto turns a wide eyed in his direction, chopsticks of noodles halfway to his mouth.

'What?' He asks warily.

‘Yes! I mean yes! Yes, I will marry you!' Izuku leans forward, his eyes shining with happiness.

And Shouto is just blinking slowly at him.

'I thought you’ve already agreed?' Shouto asks, bewildered. His eyes are doing those cute little upwards movements whenever he thinks back about something.

'No.' Izuku laughs, placing a hand on Shouto's shoulder to steady himself because laughter is threatening to send him falling backwards on his arse. 'I wasn't awake then.'

Shouto barely hides his confusion.

'Oh, okay then. Just let me get the r-'.

He doesn't have the chance to finish as Izuku crashes into him for a hug and sends them both flying off the chair. They hit the table in the process and the cup noodles ends up falling on top of Izuku’s head, splashing soy sauce and noodles all over his hair.

There is a beat of silence as they take in everything that is going on.

Shouto snorts, and soon they are a mess of limbs and noodles laughing themselves into a stupor on the floor, unable to get up.

‘I love you.’ Shouto places a quick peck on his soy sauce stained cheek and slips the ring box out of his pocket.

Tears gather in Izuku's eyes as he watches Shouto carefully, lovingly, slip the ring on his finger. The elegant silver band fits his finger perfectly.

He swings his arm around Shouto for a tight hug, surreptitiously wiping the tears away.

'I want to be with you till the end of the earth,’ he whispers into Shouto's ear and feels Shouto's hold on him tighten.

#tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bnha #my fic #my writing

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ellipsesarefun · 7 years

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Prompts used: #296. “Wait, do you two know each other?” #32. Do you like me? Check yes or no. #308. “Well this is awkward.”

A/N: 3,000 years later, I decided to just post it after letting it sink in my drafts. This was an old one, and I wasn’t sure if I could rewrite or not, but somehow I grew to appreciate this story so I decided to just post it instead. After that last angst, I decided to post something fluffy instead. So. Have some fluff. Go check the link, or read it here. Reblog and support!

It was History class and the teacher announced that they should group in sets of three to report on a certain event of a certain timeline that Izuku barely paid any attention to. These instances were rare but he’s not counting. The students surrounding him listlessly went out of their seats to start looking for a stranger or a friend to tag along with and he did the same, unintentionally shoving his way around the room, just barely tripping over the students who decided to form a circle on the floor. He was just about to leave the room when a hand clapped on his shoulder. he turned his head behind and saw his friend.

“Deku-kun!” She flashed a grin, releasing her grip on his shoulder.

“Ashido-san!” He greeted back with much cheer, idly glancing at the strips of pink overlaying her brown hair.

“Wanna join our group?” She jabbed a thumb behind her.

“Sure!” They both shared a smile before making their way to the corner, where their third groupmate was waiting.

“Hey Todoroki-kun!” Something tingled in his spine as Ashido hollered to catch their friend. Todoroki looked up from his notebook and lifted a hand for a wave. Heat pooled Izuku’s cheeks and he shakily brought a hand to wave back. Todoroki positioned himself to the side and shoved his things to make space for the other two. It was Ashido who plopped down in front of Todoroki that Izuku didn’t have a choice but take to seat right beside Todoroki.

Izuku sneaked a glance at his seatmate, scrutinizing the bizarre hair color, one part in a deep shade of red and the other in the purest of white. It was a stark contrast to his floofy green one. The natural bicolor matched his heterochromatic eyes, which shifted its attention towards him in question.

For the second time this afternoon, his cheeks powdered in deep pink and Izuku quickly shifted his gaze down at his notes. He hasn’t grown out of this weird embarrassment around his friend and Izuku supposes this will be a frequent occurrence of his daily routine between him and Todoroki. (Un)Fortunately, Ashido is the sole witness (aside from Todoroki) to Izuku’s odd behavior. The glint in her onyx irises puts him at a discomfort, so he averts his eyes and restrains himself from prompting his weirdness to the spotlight.

“So do you two already know each other?” Todoroki asked, setting his pen down to look at the both of them. His (beautiful) eyes settled on Izuku’s.

Chortles were heard from Ashido as she affirmed with, “We sure do! We were classmates in our science section last year.” He kept his eyes away from hers but he could feel her stare and her mischievous vibe.

“So how about you two?” Izuku swore he caught her winking at him, “Seem pretty cozy there..” At the sentence, Izuku pushed a milimeter away from his original position that probably only Ashido took note of.

“We’re classmates in literature this year.” Izuku supplied, ignoring the paranoia in his head caused by those beautiful eyes and that wily smirk growing on Ashido’s lips.

“But anyways, let’s work on this report!” The greenet diverted the topic and the odd atmosphere dissipated into a serious one filled with sharing notes and writing outlines.

{__}

It’s night time and he’s in his room of the school’s dorm, pacing around and muttering to himself. His bag and its contents were spilled on the floor, where a tiny paper was visible among his academic notes.

At the center, it read: “Do you like me” with two boxes below. One box for a “yes” and the other for a “no”. All words were written in precise and succinct cursive.

He stopped his pacing and sauntered over to his pile. Izuku picked up the little paper and shuffled onto his bed, glaring lazers at the note with his verdant eyes. He found the little thing in between the pages where he recently wrote his history report pointers.

Initially, he figured it would’ve been Ashido, as he caught her winking at him earlier, but immediately dismissed the idea when she teased him for his little crush on Todoroki. Izuku adds in his mental notes that her romantic bells are alarmed on someone else. That only left another valid culprit among their history report group.

Todoroki Shouto.

Todoroki Shouto. The classmate with the bicolored hair and heterochromatic eyes that emphasized his enigmatic aura and encouraged rumors behind his back.

Todoroki Shouto. He was once a boy chained by his father’s over-driven expectations and his mother’s fear that now strives for his own path toiled by his own hands.

Todoroki. A classmate Izuku befriended during and after hours of lab work and physics tutorials.

Todoroki-kun. Who often sits beside him as he sets his chin on his palm and listens to Izuku’s one-to-many hypotheses about anything and everything and responds in kind with equal fervor.

Shouto-kun. His wonderful and beautiful friend that his thoughts ramble about every spare minute of the day.

Shouto. The apple of his eye.

He takes a day to think it over. Nothing significantly happens, only a few a commotions in another class that ushered the students out of the classroom. Shouto’s sneaky glances are more apparent than before and Izuku ponders over the times he never took notice. By the end of the day, Kirishima throws a sporting grin and a clap on the back as a way of good luck for something Izuku never asked for.

Another day passes and their history report is a success. Izuku is bemused at Ashido’s not-so-subtle winks and Shouto’s gazes of concern and apprehension. Ashido probably has an inkling of what has occurred between them and is barely keeping her lips sealed.

Two days later, Izuku is already fed up by the lingering stares he recieved during class. Not that he was constantly paying heed to them, but there was something suspicious with Uraraka’s giggling and Kacchan’s lack of glaring and cussing towards him to Iida’s motivational speeches and Yaoyorozu’s knowing gleam in her eyes. This doesn’t leave him nonplussed but confirms his suspicions that the whole class has been discreetly passing gossip pertaining to him and Shouto, whether about a fight or a love fest or some other believable rumor they conjured up to be truths.

He hasn’t conversed with Shouto lately and when they do, someone else is present with them like a buffer, during lunch, class, or even at their dorms. Shouto seemed indifferent to it all, but sometimes Izuku finds traces of nervousness and disappointment. This led him to somehow believe that maybe, just maybe, it was really Shouto who wrote that little piece and it was really meant for him. Midoriya Izuku.

It was wishful thinking on his part, yet the evidence leads back to Shouto. Who else was sitting beside Izuku during their history report brainstorming session and has perfect penmanship?

Pausing his ebb of thoughts, Izuku bent down and rummage through his pile. He randomly took a pen and ticked on the box and carefully placed it back in his history notes.

Tomorrow he’ll confront Todo-… Shouto-kun.

{__}

It was just the end of their last class and Izuku was apprehensively waiting by the door for Shouto-kun. It only took a mere three minutes before the silent fellow walked out of the classroom.

“Hey Shouto-kun!” Izuku yearns to take a chance with him, even for just this once. He calms his heartbeat as he watches Shouto's eyes widen at the use of his first name.

"Wanna grab something to eat?" He askef, watching his friend's eyebrows raise another centimeter and his face laxing. As if to snap himself out of his reverie, Shouto's eyes blinked and his faceial expression shifted to a neutral one.

"Sure..."

The two hurried off before the awkward atmosphere begins to simmer between them. They fell into a comfortable conversation, not or less a one sided one.

They buy a rice meal for take out and set a picnic mat by the garden outside their forms at six in the evening. They rarely eat out here, even with the two of them alone. More often than not, their lunch and dinner breaks were spent among the company of their classmates and friends that Izuku thought it odd to spend time with just Shouto alone.

Izuku gobbles his food as he chatters and Shouto takes his time to consume his meal, wordlessly watching Izuku with a bona fide smile, as though every word he spouts carries an importance. By now, Izuku learns there is an extra tint of adoration in those specs of mud brown and emerald irises, something to be only displayed in a face of an angel.

God, just looking at him makes his heart sing poetry.

Izuku continues his discussion with that sentence hanging from his consciousness.

He has yet to find a way to confess, but all his mouth is blathering about is scientific facts and history trivia that has no relation to his fluttery feelings whatsoever. By the time their food was consumed, Izuku takes a leap to grab his wrist, drawing his attention towards him.

Shouto must be thinking that his day is full of surprises.That thought was immediately shoved to the back of his mind, prepping himself for a stupid conversation. Like always, Shouto catches on immediately, concern flashing on his face.

“Shouto,” he begins, and the next string of words come in stutters and fidgets, momentarily forgetting his own mother tongue. Before his friend could interject, Izuku took a piece of paper and shoved it in his face, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Did you put this in my notebook?” The words blurted out of his mouth the second he tried to zip his lips. There was no response but the buzzing of the insects and the summer air. Izuku slowly opened his eyes to a shocked and tomato-faced Shouto-kun.

The boy in front of him stutters once, and twice. Shouto crumples his fingers into fists before he faces him again to only pucker his lips once more when not a single sound was uttered.

It’s such a wonder to watch a stoic-looking boy to bumble and blush in embarrassment and it takes every muscle and fiber not to guffaw at this blithering mess. Instead, Izuku lets out a tiny wheeze, followed by forced coughs in a weak attempt to conceal his amusement. This only catches Shouto’s attention and he openly stares back, gaze curious and somewhat child-like. The rosey color on his cheeks barely faded, and Izuku is now hyperaware of the chunk of rice sticking on the corner of Shouto’s moist lips.

What a work of art.

“Well, this is awkward” He began, hoping to dissolve the torrid air between them, but the sentence was left unfinished when a mumble was uttered from Shouto’s lips.

“What did you say?” he prompted and this time the serious glint was on Shouto’s face once more.

“Would you have written on it if it was really me?” he asked, enunciating each and every syllable in that vulnerable soft-spoken voice, “I.. need to know..”

By then, Izuku knew what to do. Cautiously, he takes Shouto’s hands in his.

“Of course I do.” He gently voiced his reply as he strokes the stiff phalanges with his thumbs.

“I would never joke about this.” He lifts their hands and Shouto’s eyes follow their clasped form in awe.

“I like you.” Izuku continues, “And I would like to take you out sometime, if that’s alright.”

A moment passes and Shouto’s lips twitch once, twice, and slowly it blooms into a timid smile. Izuku breathed out a giggle and he releases a hand to cup a cheek, his whole world gleaming back at him.

There is much to discuss, but at this moment, Izuku muses at the pulchritudinous wonder of one Todoroki Shouto, there’s still time to be idle in this picnic surrounded by the luxurious gardens.

#tododeku #bnha #Izuku Midoriya #Todoroki Shouto #My beautiful Shouto-kun #Deku #ellipsesarefun writes #390 prompts

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