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pink-imagines · 4 years

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chapter 2: “tell me my name.”

request: could you imagine a pygmalion situation with todoroki??

a/n: here’s the second chapter, after a lot of waiting!

warnings: nudity (no smut), mostly fluff

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chapter 1

“Shoto!”, she smiled. There was something familiar about that smile... like he had just seen it. The dream! Was this the woman in his dream? Wait, but he sculpted her... he was so confused... but he didn’t have much time to think since the sculpture bounced towards him and engulfed him in a hug. Her skin wasn’t hard, it was human flesh. What the fuck was happening? Within seconds Shoto took off his black t-shirt and put it on the now alive sculpture. He covered his redened face with his hand and pushed her a bit further away from him. The girl felt the soft fabric of the hemn of the shirt between her fingers, she looked so innocently as if she had no idea what she was doing. “Why are you...”, Shoto started but lost his words as soon as she looked him in the eye. “I’m here for you.”, she said and tilted her head to the side, “That’s why you made me. I’m your last project, aren’t I?” “What do you mean you’re here for me?”, he gripped her upper arms. “Oh, Shoto...”, she smiled and gently put her hand on his face, “... I told you, didn’t I? You’re not ready yet.” With that she fell into his chest and Shoto did his best to hold her up. She had fainted on him, literally. Even though he was tired, he carried her to his bed instead of the couch and tucked her in the best he could. Her face looked exactly like his sculpture did, especially when she was relaxed. “What am I supposed to do..?”, he sighed. After making sure that she wasn’t uncomfortable Shoto made his way back to the kitchen. He looked over at the cup of coffee that stood next to the machine, the cup that his sculpture had made. Yes, it was probably not a great idea... but he still took a sip of it. It tasted exactly how he usually made it, maybe a bit too sweet but still very familiar.

“Where am I?”, was the first thing she asked when she woke up. The, now alive, sculpture looked at him with bewildered eyes as if she were afraid of him. Did she not remember? “You’re in my apartment... don’t you remember me?”, he asked softly. He couldn’t tell why he felt as if he could break her if he simply spoke too loud, but it stopped him from talking in his normal irritated tone. “... no.”, she pulled the sheets closer to her chest, “What’s your name?” That’s the first thing you ask someone after not remembering where you are? “Shoto Todoroki.”, he sat down on the side of the bed, “You’re sure you don’t remember me?” “Maybe... you do look familiar.”, she leaned in closer, “Then again, why would I remember you if I don’t remember myself?” She laughed as if it was something to be carefree about. She was carefree. You’d think not remembering anything would make you the opposite, but not her. It didn’t matter to her, it seemed as if she didn’t even understand why it should matter to her. “You don’t even remember your name?”, he asked. “No. Do you? Could you tell me?”, the fact that she was scared before was thrown out the window as she crawled up close to his face, “Could tell me my name?” It was more like a demand than a question, at least that’s what the determination in her eyes said. “I don’t know what it is...”, he whispered, not feeling the need to speak any louder as she was close enough to feel her breath against him. “I see.”, she sat back down, “Then we can figure it out together, right?” “... sure.”, he nodded, “Let’s get you dressed first, though.”

The best thing he could find for her was a pair of his jeans, which didn’t really fit so he gave her a belt as well, and the t-shirt she was already wearing. “You’re not cold, are you?”, he asked. “Cold... I don’t think so, no.”, she shook her head, “What would I wear if I was cold?” Shoto pulled up one of his hoodies and showed it to her. Her eyes seemed to light up with glee as soon as she saw it. “I think I’m cold!”, she nodded frantically and held out her hands to take it. She basically drowned in the fabric, and as soon as she put it on she pulled the hood up and tightened the strings. “What are you doing?”, he asked. “I feel like I’m in a cocoon!”, she laughed, “I want to have this on all the time!” Shoto looked at her with an amused smile, he hadn’t seen anyone act like this since he was a child. Even then, no one ever took it to this extent. If he wouldn’t have been in the comfort of his own home, he might’ve said she was acting childish... but it made him happy seeing her like this. “We should find you other clothes, though.”, he said and tried his best to stop smiling. “Why?”, she looked at him with disappointment, “This is comfortable.” “You can’t always wear what’s comfortable, sometimes you have to wear things that look... pretty, instead of feeling comfortable.”, he explained. “Pretty?”, she thought about it for a while, “But I think this is pretty... and you’re pretty, are you wearing something pretty?” Shoto felt his cheeks become warm, was he blushing? He hadn’t blushed in so long, nobody ever made him flustered- not even the best-looking people on earth could... then again, she was very different. “Pretty isn’t always in the eye of the beholder. My pretty isn’t your pretty. Sometimes you have to dress the way others want you to dress.”, he turned away from her to fiddle with something else, but mostly to hide his face. “That’s weird, isn’t it?” “After a while you get used to it, don’t worry.” “Okay...”, she nodded, “... then show me what’s pretty, Shoto.”

She was in complete awe of his computer and stared intently as he searched up different fashion trends for women. “But I don’t look like that.”, she pointed at the screen, on a model that was of the smaller size. “You don’t have to look like that to be pretty.”, Shoto looked over at her. “I don’t?”, she kept looking at the model, not even noticing the fact that he was staring at her, “But a lot of them look like this.” “Those are models, not all women look like that.”, he dragged his eyes away from her, forcing himself to look back to the screen. Shoto started searching up different body types and showed her. She looked at each and every one of them carefully. “So then I don’t have to be tiny to be pretty?”, she said. “No, you don’t. You’re already pretty-”, he was going to say a name, that suddenly completely left his head, “... we’re just looking for pretty clothes too.” She nodded and motioned for him to keep showing her pictures of clothes.

“That one!”, she pointed at a white dress, “That one’s pretty!”“ “It’s not very formal...”, he looked over to her excitet eyes, “... but I guess you could have it. We have to figure out what you should wear if I need to take you to the office too.” “Pick whatever you want, I just want that dress!”, she smiled. He could only nodd, as he seemed to have a loss for words. Did he really sculpt her? Maybe it was his best work yet. “We need to meassure you so that we can get the right sizes for everything.”, he muttered, mostly to himself. He could barely even believe the situation. Was he really buying clothes for his sculpture? Was this some sort of joke? This was real, right?

Shoto took out meassuring tape and asked her to take off her hoodie and turn around. “I’m just gonna wrap this around you so that I know what would fit you and what wouldn’t, okay?”, he said casually, “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable.” “Right.”, she nodded, and though he couldn’t see her face she sounded as if she was a bit worried. Her worry made him suddenly very aware of where his hands were. At least she couldn’t see his face. “I’m just gonna wrap this around your waist.”, he tried to sound calm about the situation, he had touched a woman before so this shouldn’t be any different. As he pulled on the meassuring tape she stumbled backwards slightly, since she probably wasn’t ready for him to pull at all, making her fall back onto his chest. “Sorry, I should’ve told you to stay steady.”, he mumbled. “It’s fine, I’ll stand still now!”, she hurried to get a step away from him, but when she did he almost missed her warmth. The rest of the meassuring went on like normal, though Shoto made sure to be respectful around her hips and chest. If you’d look at her she seemed calm, but for some reason Shoto could feel that she was uncomfortable. She hadn’t cared before when she was walking around his kitchen fully naked, but now it was different. Though it also seemed like she couldn’t remember that, and she probably didn’t remember the fact that she was a different person before. She looked the same, smelled the same, but she wasn’t the same. The other version of her was more comfortable around him... maybe it’s a memory that needs to be unlocked.

Once the meassuring was done Shoto ordered the clothes that she would need. By then it was already time for him to order dinner, so he asked her what she wanted. “You’re not gonna cook?”, she asked. “I usually just order something, it’s easier.”, he said and looked through his phone for something that he could consider eating. “But I really want to try cooking.”, she pouted, catching him off-guard. “You can cook?”, he realised that the question might be mean but she didn’t seem to mind. “No, but you could teach me.”, she pleaded. “I’m not the best cook...”, he tried to convince her even though it didn’t seem to work that great. “So? I won’t be able to tell the difference. Besides, why have all these cooking books when you’re not gonna cook?”, she motioned for the pletera of books that she had pulled out, “I’ve been reading a lot of them... maybe you’re scared that I’d be better than you.” “Are you kidding me?”, he scoffed, “Fine, let’s make something. C’mon, we gotta go to the store.”

Once everything was bought to make cold soba the two of them walked home. She had insisted on carrying at least one of the bags, so he took the heaviest one. As she ran up the stairs to get to the apartment she looked back at him and grinned, probably over the fact that she beat him to the top. The scene seemed all to familiar, like a memory he couldn’t quite place. “Y/N...”, he whispered. He forgot the name as quick as it escaped from his throat and shook it off as an odd feeling of déjà vú.

After dinner, and a lot of convincing, she ended up taking his bed and Shoto slept on the couch. He had forgotten how comfortable his bed was, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t fall asleep.

His colorful dream was the same as the last one, which was weird since he had never had the same dream twice. The girl was standing there, his sculpture. She still looked very alive and had a bright smile on her face. “Shoto.”, she said warmly, “You came to see me again.” He looked on as she approached him with quick steps and when she reached out her hand music started playing... Tchaikovsky’s waltz. “Care to dance with me?”, she grinned and he happily took her hand. They danced around in the grass, while she was silently saying “1, 2, 3″ under her breath to keep the pase. Shoto took note of that her voice was deeper than the version of her in real life. “You do remember my name, don’t you?”, she asked suddenly. “... Y/N.”, he said with little to no hesitation, and surprised himself by knowing it. “Good, don’t forget it. If you could just tell me my name you’d be so much closer to being ready.”, she told him and looked him deep in his eyes... they weren’t like the version of her in real life- they were more dull. “Being ready for what?”, he asked and the music stopped. “You’ll see.”, Y/N smiled, “Don’t worry, Shoto. It’ll appear to you soon.” “Wait-”, Shoto suddenly felt immense amounts of pressure on his chest-

- making him wake up from his dream. When he opened his eyes he was met with another pair of eyes staring right back at him. He let out a shout and fell off the couch, whatever was on him following down on the floor. “Ouch...”, a familiar voice said. He looked down at the person beneath him to see... his sculpture... what was her name? He had just heard her name, hadn’t he? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”, he asked as he got off from on top of her. “Yeah I’m fine...”, she said and gently took his hand when he offered to help her up, “... thank you.” “What were you even doing?”, he sighed. “I was checking if your heart was still beating.”, she shrugged as if it was something every person does, “You were sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t even tell if you were alive.” She looked so serious, Shoto couldn’t help but to laugh. “What?”, she asked innocently. “Nothing...”, he shook his head, “C’mon let’s get breakfast.”

As they were eating Shoto explained how the day was gonna go: “I need to get to work in about 2 hours and the package with your clothes should be arriving shortly thereafter. They’ll ask you for a signature, then you just stamp this on there.”, he showed her a stamp with his signature engraved on it, “I’ll be home by four today, so it won’t be a long wait. But if something does happen I’ll leave the address to my company on a note, okay?” “Alright!” “You know how to use the microwave so that you can heat up lunch?” “Yes!” “You know how to use the TV?” “Yes!” “Then it’s all settled. I’ll go get dressed and then I need to go.” She nodded and turned back to her breakfast.

On his way to work he thought about how weird it was that he had simply let in this stranger into his home so easily. The fact that he let her stay in the house alone was even stranger. But he felt as if he could trust her... he had made her after all. That’s still too weird to think about... Shoto shook the thought out of his head and got out of the car, saying thank you to his driver, before closing the door behind him.

At around 3 pm he gets a knock on his office door. “Sir, there’s a woman in the lobby. She says she’s looking for you?”, the secretary says as she walks in. “Do we know her name?”, he asked without looking up from his computer. “No, sir. She wouldn’t answer.”, she shook her head. “... right!”, Shoto says as he realizes that it’s his sculpture that has somehow gotten here, “Tell her I’ll meet her in the lobby in five minutes, thanks!” The secretary nodds and walks out the door, closing it behind her. Shoto let his head fall to the table and groaned. “This girl...”, he said with a sigh. Shoto stood up and got ready to leave, grabbing his coat and fixing the rolled up sleeves of his white button up.

He sees her as soon as he reaches the lobby. She’s staring out a window, keeping a slight smile on her lips... and she’s wearing the white dress he ordered for her. What was this feeling? His chest tightened and he got a sudden rush of energy. She turned around right as he was about to say- her name... he was about to say her name. What was it now again? “Shoto!”, she smiled brighter, making him smile in return. “Why are you here?”, he asked. “Well I was going to be here around four, since I was going to walk. But then this really nice man offered to drive me so I got here earlier!”, she said, “I didn’t even have to ask anyone for directions, he could just type it into the little GPS thing!” “You did what!?”, he exclaimed and grabbed her upper arms tightly. “... did I do something wrong?”, she tilted her head to the side. Suddenly aware that people were staring, he let go of her and pinched the bridge of his nose. Didn’t she understand stranger danger? “Some people want to do bad things to you...”, he started, “... you can’t trust random people that you met a few seconds ago. Usually that doesn’t end up well, you were just lucky. Please never do that again?” “Okay.”, she agreed so easily, “But then why should I trust you? I met you yesterday.” “Well- that’s different. I’m not a random person.”, he sighed, “Now, why are you here?” “Well, I wanted to see more of the city... and the clothes came in so I wanted to show you the dress.”, she smiled, “So I was thinking we could walk home together.” “I can’t, I still have an hour left of work... I can call my driver if you don’t want to stay-” “I’ll stay.”, she interupted, “I’ll be quiet, you won’t even know I’m there!” “Fine, let’s go.”, he took her hand and led her further into the building.

When they got to his office she looked around in awe. Shoto stored some of his artwork in his office, only a few paintings and a small sculpture by the big window- which was overviewing the city skyline. “These are beautiful.”, she said and stepped closer to the paintings. “Thank you.”, he said and sat down on his office chair. Shoto pretended as if he was hard at work, but secretly watched as she walked up to the window and sat down. She looked so intently at every detail of the city, as if she was trying to memorize it.

Within that hour he didn’t actually get much done. Even though she didn’t make a sound, she was still so utterly distracting. Shoto was more than ready to leave as soon as the clock striked four. “Let’s go.”, he said and took his stuff before heading to the door. “Just a second.”, she muttered and looked just a bit longer at the skyline. She turned to him with a new glimt in her eye, one that he couldn’t recognize. “Do you still have your painting stuff? I want to try to make one.”, she said. “I’ll look for it.”, he nodded and opened the door for her. Wasn’t this interesting... the art work wanted to make a work of art.

At her demmand they walked home, even though Shoto many times had offered for his driver to come pick them up. “No, thank you.”, she shook her head, “I really want to see things, and this is the best way to do it.” He walked behind her for most of the time, watching as she experienced things for the first time. It was kind of strange... but also very sweet. Sometimes she’d get very excited over something and turn to him with a gleeful smile. “Look, Shoto!”, she grabbed his arm and led him over to a pond, “Look how cute they are!”, she pointed to a duck and her ducklings. It was interesting to see what she did and didn’t know about. She probably only understood the things that was happening around her as a sculpture... it was a bizarre idea, but it couldn’t be completely wrong, and seeing as she was a sculpture who had come back to life it wasn’t that odd.

They eventually reached the stairs up to the apartment complex she basically ran up. Shoto, who had a busy day at work, didn’t have the energy for that even though he was pretty fit. “Wait up, you!”, he shouted after her. “You know it’s pretty rude to just call me ‘you’!”, she turned around and looked down at him, just a few steps apart. Something about this moment felt so familiar, and it was as if he really needed to say something but didn’t know the right words. He looked down at the ground as if it could give him the right answers. “C’mon! Tell me my name!”, her words made him look back up in shock. It all flooded back to him. “Y/N!”, he laughed, “Your name’s Y/N!” Her eyes grew dull and a warm smile formed on her lips. “You did it!”, Y/N said with a now deeper voice, “You remembered!” She hopped down the steps and embraced him, making him stumble back a bit. He managed to stable himself before falling down. As soon as the adrenaline left his body, he could feel that Y/N had went numb. She had fainted again. “Not again...”, he muttered

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