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DEAD RECKONING : TODOROKI TOUYA x READER

SUMMARY: A makeup artist at a haunted maze, all you want to do is make it to the end of the season with a little extra cash in your pocket and no murder convictions on your record. Scare actor Todoroki Touya makes that last part a challenge. (7.8k) CONTENT & WARNINGS: no quirks au, halloween, enemies to lovers, fem + afab reader, slight scumbag touya, haunted maze workers, smut, semi-public sex, smoking, heavy swearing, touya likes having his hair pulled + girls who are a little mean to him, sort of good girl vs bad boy vibes, 18+ minors please dni NOTES: Happy Halloween from me!! This fic is part of the Willow's Haunted House collab. Dedicated to cat-slippered and ofmermaidstories, for workshopping what eventually became this fic with me about a thousand years ago. I’m sorry I turned Bakugou into Dabi. And I’m sorry for dedicating the now Dabi fic to you. But not sorry enough to not have done it. Love you. :)

If there was one thing you hated about Halloween, it was Todoroki Touya.

Shockingly, this was not a commonly-held sentiment, which was the only reason there even was a recurrence of Todoroki Touya darkening your Halloween seasons in the first place.

For the last three years, you’d spent your fall semester working as a makeup artist at the Musutafu haunted maze alongside a slew of other college and local kids looking to make a little extra cash. The hours were fairly flexible, and the wage covered your textbooks, with a little left over to keep you in the occasional coffee between lectures.

But your wages did not nearly cover the amount of psychic damage you had been dealt, managing Todoroki Touya’s obnoxious, sarcastic, chain-smoking ass day after day for seasons on end.

On lucky days, someone else was on Touya duty. But on unlucky ones, you found him sprawling in the plastic makeup chair opposite you, those intense blue eyes tracking you with no small amount of pleasure, like he was this afternoon.

You stopped in the doorway, a curse slipping out of you. You’d been hoping that you’d get lucky today, as the day was otherwise an excellent one. You’d invited a group of friends to do the maze with you after you got off shift, and you had been looking forward to it all week.

But it figured Touya could never let you have too good of a time.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he drawled over the noise of displeasure that escaped you. He was at least already dressed in costume, so he wouldn’t go smearing his makeup as he pulled it on, a tumble of stitches and frayed edges that had once been a dark-blue duster, but now just mostly gaped open to show the hard planes of his chest.

“I’m so sure,” you told him, averting your eyes from his pecs. You sighed, resigning yourself to his presence, and made your way in, dumping your bag on the staff room couch.

“This is a very hostile work environment you’re creating,” Touya rasped, his grin sharp. Years of chain-smoking outside the maze had left his voice even lower and raspier than when you’d first met him three years ago.

“Don’t worry, it can always get more hostile,” you told him, affecting your own sweet grin as you moved over to the vanity, digging through all the makeup and prosthetics for the ones he’d need.

Touya himself was severely scarred, which was likely why he’d applied to work at the haunted maze in the first place. You’d never asked him about his scars, but you’d heard enough gossip from the other maze workers to know that they were the product of a childhood accident, involving the burning down of his father’s—the then-and-current mayor’s—house.

He’d accentuated them with a shit load of facial piercings, and was sort of off-putting to look at the first time you caught a glimpse of him. The issue was that, once your eyes made sense of what they were seeing, he was infuriatingly handsome.

You’d heard he’d initially been unleashed on the maze with no makeup or prosthetics, and within the first evening was causing line backups, with all the parties of teen girls who were taking a little too much time lingering around his section of the maze.

So now he was subjected to prosthetics to make him uglier, a fact that he seemed to absolutely relish.

You dug out the monster prosthetic pack that gave him jutting forehead ridges. “Let’s make the outside reflect the inside, shall we,” you told him as you flapped the rubbery pieces at him, smirking your own little smirk.

Touya’s answering grin was wicked, and he relaxed back in his seat, sprawling his legs out wide in that infuriating way men had. “Think my outside is too pretty then, huh?” he asked, sapphire eyes flickering over you.

Your face went hot in a weird combination of anger and embarrassment. “I try not to think of your outside,” you told him pertly, making sure to slap the forehead piece onto him hard enough to make a splat noise.

His mouth twitched again but he let you go to work, gluing the pieces down against his face, careful not to press them to the seams of any of his scars. He was tall enough even lounging in his seat that you only had to lean over a little to focus clearly on his face, all long legs and rangy muscle.

This close, he always smelled like cigarette smoke, with an undercurrent of something rich and dark, like cinnamon or chocolate. You could never put your finger on it, but you were not about to go sniffing him at any length to figure it out, even if it was annoyingly appealing.

He’d probably love that, and would absolutely never let you live it down.

Touya’s eyes tracked you closely as you worked, but otherwise his expression was still, and you thought not for the first time that it really was too bad he was so obnoxious. He was actually quite handsome, with a soft, sensuous mouth, a blade-straight nose, and vivid blue eyes that all but glowed like the embers of a crackling fire when he was provoking you.

It was a shame he wasted all his beauty being the most annoying man on earth.

You’d heard from the other maze workers that he was relatively well-known around the area, having spent his teen years doing petty criminal shit to destabilize his father’s reelection campaigns, netting himself several jail stays and a record a mile long. He’d settled somewhat since he’d gotten a job at a piercing parlor downtown and several side gigs like the maze, but people weren’t fully convinced he’d abandoned his old ways, and he still clearly relished any opportunity to discomfort and destabilize anyone who got on his bad side.

Apparently including you.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard, sweetheart,” Touya said, those cerulean eyes blinking up at you.

You realized you’d paused over him, midway through blending his prosthetic forehead in, and another annoying little smirk rode his mouth.

You took care to roll your eyes at him, gesturing at him with your brush. “I know several places I can stick this if you’re not careful.”

Touya’s smirk melted into an unholy grin. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he rasped, eyes glittering up at you.

You went back to work on him with a little more force than necessary, blending hard enough that you saw his broad shoulders shift in an effort to keep his neck braced. “I doubt any time with you could be classed as good,” you said pertly, giving a final few brushes before stepping back, satisfied with your work.

The forehead made him look unhinged as he offered another smirk, leaning forward. “True—the feedback I usually get is ‘incredible’, ‘mind-blowing’, ‘earth-shattering’, ‘toe-curling’, ‘scream-inducing’—”

“Oh I’ll scream if you keep talking,” you said hotly, even as your cheeks warmed. Even with the stupid fucking forehead he was annoyingly handsome. You needed him a thousand million miles away from you before you herniated something, jumping back and forth between annoyance and attraction.

Maybe it was time to stop signing up to work here.

“Now get out of my room, I have other people waiting,” you commanded, thankful when you heard the scuff of a boot at the door confirming another maze worker waiting.

Touya didn’t look at all chastened, but he unfolded himself from the chair in an unfurling of broad shoulders and long legs. He leaned in close as he passed, voice dipping low. “See you later, sweetheart,” he said, a smile curling his mouth.

Annoyingly, his proximity crossed a bunch of the wires in your brain, and you fumbled before managing, “Not if we’re both lucky.”

“Stop, I’ll blush,” he drawled, another unholy grin splitting his cheeks before he saluted two fingers at you and ducked out of the room. The scent of smoke and cinnamon followed him, and you let out a sigh of relief, the air and your brain clearer now that he was gone.

No sooner were you free of him, however, than another problem was immediately introduced.

“So…he actually talks to you?” The other maze worker’s head poked through the door, her eyes resting on you intently. You recognized her as a local highschooler who’d just joined this season, who usually ended up getting in early enough to get her makeup done by the other artist.

You blinked. “I…unfortunately?” you answered, confused.

She stepped into the room, and you reflexively gestured her over to the chair that Touya had just abandoned.

She hummed as she took her seat, eyeing you curiously. “Wow. How’d you get him to do that? He doesn’t really talk to any of us,” she informed you.

You could feel your eyebrows lift towards your hairline. “He…doesn’t…?”

She shook her head, her pretty golden ringlets swaying with the motion. “He’ll chainsmoke with Tomura and he sometimes talks to Himiko. But the other girls—they say he just laughs and walks away if they try to chat with him.”

Well. That sounded rude enough to be true to form, you thought. But when Touya was in your makeup chair you couldn’t get him to shut the hell up. You shifted, uncomfortable with the idea that Touya had any special soft spot for you. Maybe, like a cat, he could sense who didn’t much like him and decided to latch on out of spite.

“You might be a little young for him,” you decided, going over to the vanity and digging out the prosthetics she’d need—a witch chin and a raised gorey slash that would open along one cheekbone.

“No—it’s all the other girls too. And most of the guys,” she told you. “He must like you.”

A laugh escaped you, and you turned back to her with the prosthetics in hand, a few new brushes and a white, cakey paint palette shoved beneath your elbow.

“I don’t think he likes anyone,” you told her, setting everything down and applying the tacky glue to the underside of her chin prosthetic. “I think he just likes to inflict himself on people he knows it will annoy. You could act disinterested in talking to him and he’d probably come flitting right over.” The image of Touya suffering at the hands of a league of flirty high school girls pleased you—better they suck up his time and energy than you.

“I don’t know,” the girl said uncertainly. “Maybe he likes you.” But she was forced to leave it at that once you started applying her chin, making it difficult for her to speak.

You certainly didn’t think that was the case.

But the seeds of doubt had already been sown, a question that you thought would probably haunt your evening now that it had been formed. Just why did Touya talk to you if he was so standoffish with other people? And what did it mean that he made such a point of it?

You knew for sure it wasn’t because he liked you, his obnoxious manner said that well enough. But why did you get treatment that was significant enough that even the other maze workers would comment on it?

And, perhaps even more concerningly, why did the thought agitate you so much?

You decided to try your best not to think about it, and have a good time with your friends once they got there, putting Touya out of your mind. You returned to doing the girl’s makeup with vigor, suddenly as eager to get her out of your chair as you had been Touya.

She was finished in record time and she thanked you, carefully not to smile too widely lest she dislodge the prosthetics. You took in the next person waiting as she left, slowly working your way through the line of people as the hour drew ever closer to the maze’s evening opening time.

Eventually you finished up and collected your things, making your way out front to find your friends already waiting for you. They’d clearly dressed with the intent to go out after—something you hadn’t considered—their dresses short and slinky and their makeup smoky. You’d have liked to have joined, but you were still in the sweater and leggings you’d come straight from lectures in.

Maybe you would have time to go home and change after the maze.

You were scooped up into several hugs, breathing in the sweet scents of various perfumes, and informed that you absolutely did have to go home and get changed after so you could come out and get “Hallowasted!” too.

“Okay if I’m not busy peeing my pants, which monsters are the ones you did?” your roommate asked, dancing around to warm herself in the cool fall air. “I wanna see ‘em.”

You named several of your creations, conveniently leaving off Touya. You knew that if your friends took too close a look at him and figured out what he looked like under the cakey makeup and forehead prosthetic, they’d never leave the maze. You knew he sat somewhere around the end of the set up, in an alcove that had been decorated to look like an abandoned village with burned out cabins, a mess of bones dotting the ground at the side of the walkway.

You were also hoping you could pass unnoticed in the group of your friends, as there was no doubt in your mind that Touya would take special care to annoy you in particular. So you did not want your group to linger long enough for your friends to scope him out.

You would know it was him under the makeup you’d done yourself, but being cornered somewhere in the dark with the soundtrack of screams echoing in your ears would not exactly have you feeling your boldest.

Your group had dinner at the food trucks parked out front, chatting and laughing and waiting for the crowds to die down, each indulging in one drink for bravery before joining the line. Eventually you ended up at the front of the queue, late in the evening, your friends crowding in behind you, whispering nervously.

“You first,” your roommate hissed when you looked back at them questioningly. “You work here, you have to do the honors.”

You sighed, accepting your fate, making a mental note to subtly shift to the back of the pack as you made it further into the maze.

Then you were being greeted by Shigaraki Tomura, whose makeup you’d done last. He’d been given layers of prosthetic peeling skin and a scar at his mouth, and he was decorated with a layer of disembodied hands gripping him all over. He shredded your tickets, looking unenthused.

“Remember that inside the maze, none of the monsters can touch you,” he recited dully. “You are not permitted to touch them in return; do not hit, kick, push, bite, slap, lick, scratch, or otherwise assault the actors. Don’t tamper with the props, do not leave items behind. Be respectful of other guests and do not linger too long in the rooms. If you need to leave for any reason, every room or alcove has clearly-lit exits marked in red.”

His eyes briefly met yours as he waved you through, and you thought you saw a pale brow go up.

But then you were being shoved forward by your friends, several hands clinging to your arms and the back of your shirt, and you stepped forward into the dark of the hall.

The maze truly was a labyrinth—it started indoors in a pitch black room, with fake body bags hanging from the ceiling. Toga Himiko, a highschooler whose makeup you usually did, stalked you around the edges of the room, dressed in a torn school uniform with fangs peeking out of her widely grinning mouth, and a dripping knife clutched eagerly in her fingers.

Once you made it past her, the maze spilled outdoors, into a tangle of hedges and artificially-constructed set, steering you in twisting loops around the property.

You were pleased with how terrifying all the actors looked, even having done most of their prosthetics yourself, and found your heart racing as you took every new corner, found yourself freezing up and stumbling back whenever someone jumped out at you, suppressing a shriek.

Your friends participated with gusto, shrieking and ducking away from the monsters, holding you like a human shield between them and the maze workers. You would have been insulted if it hadn’t been so funny.

You made it through most of the maze with little trouble, passing through a haunted swamp, a graveyard with mummies twisting and screaming in their bindings, grasping for you. You stumbled past a man wielding a chainsaw and a set of clowns waving axes, making it through in record time thanks to the push of your frantic friends behind you.

It was only on the last leg of the maze that you finally ran into Touya.

You peered around the corner, recognizing the set up instantly. The burned out houses flickered with blue flame, lighting up the set in an eerie, unsettling sapphire light. The fake bones on the ground sat in piles of ash, glowing stark white in the light. You couldn’t spot Touya anywhere, and you slowly crept forward, trying to shepherd your friends in front of you.

You even almost thought you had been successful, until a rasping voice drawled behind you, “Hello sweetheart.”

And then your roommate screamed, bolting forward, knocking into you and sending you stumbling over a pile of the fake bones. You landed hard on your ass in the patchy grass, the wind punching out of you.

“Oh fuck—” you heard one of your friends say as she too was steamrolled, and you watched the group of them trip over one another in their desperation to get through the alcove, dissolving into chaos in a matter of seconds.

You quickly tried to get to your feet to follow, but a hiss forced its way through your teeth when you tried your ankle, a wave of sharp pain washing over you.

Oh fuck. Not good.

The tread of a boot in the grass next to you made you jump, and your head whipped up to catch sight of Touya crouching over you.

“You good down there?” he asked. His eyes glinted in the dark of the maze, and the blue light cast shadows over his features, twisting them in the dim. Your heartbeat picked up, even as your brain recognized him for who he was.

You cringed, embarrassed that you’d had to hurt yourself in his part of the maze specifically. It figured.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, trying to climb to your feet again. Your ankle twinged in protest, and Touya must have caught the flash of pain on your face because then his hand was under your elbow, supporting you as you rose in an unexpected show of courtesy.

Although he broke the illusion immediately when he opened his mouth again.

“Yeah you look real fine,” he said, quirking an eyebrow. With the prosthetic forehead it made him look sort of demented.

“Well I’ll be fine,” you insisted, even as those blue eyes flickered over you assessingly. His fingers tightened a little on your arm before he bent down, tapping his other hand on your leg.

“Which leg, sweetheart?” he asked. “And where?”

It took you a minute to catch up to what he was asking, confused at seeing him on his haunches before you. A scream went up in the background, some terrified maze goer, and a little shiver went down your spine.

“Uh, the left ankle,” you supplied, startling when Touya’s fingers slid underneath the cuff of your legging over the aforementioned ankle, rolling it up gently. You blinked, surprised at the careful touch.

“Can’t see too well in the dark,” he announced. “But it looks like you ripped it open on something.” He peered back up at you. “Think it’s sprained?”

You shook your head. “Probably just rolled. It hurts but not like go-to-the-hospital level,” you said. “Just give me a minute, I’ll be good.”

Touya considered you for a moment, then got to his feet, moving closer. That scent of smoke and cinnamon drifted over to you, and he bent his head to look into your face.

“Much as you’re the most terrifying thing in this maze, I don’t think people are gonna wanna see you here,” he told you, a smirk cutting into his mouth. “Would ruin the experience. So we’re gonna have to get you out of here.”

You scowled up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Well no thanks for the concern, then. “I’m going, I’m going, keep your shirt on,” you told him, preemptively gritting your teeth before readying yourself to take another step.

But before you could, one of Touya’s hands was suddenly sliding under your knees, his other slipping behind your shoulder. In the next second the burning buildings were swinging wildly in front of your eyes, and then you were being hefted up into Touya’s arms. You let out a startled yelp, your own hands shooting out to grab his jacket, giving him a wild-eyed look.

“Touya—!” you garbled out, as a smile pulled at his expression.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he told you, looking a little too smug about the situation he’d just put you in. He strode towards the exit, kicking the door open with a heavy boot, carrying you down the hall and back into the building. He was hard with wiry muscle underneath you, and so deliciously warm against you. Your ears went hot with every sure, easy step he took, like carrying you was little effort for him.

Thankfully it was barely a minute before you reached the staff room, where Touya laid you out gently on the couch, much more carefully than you might have expected from him.

Your cheeks and your nose burned, flaming even hotter when he squatted down in front of you and took your ankle in his hand again.

His dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he took note of your injury. In the light you could definitely see that you’d caught your ankle bone on one of the fake bones you’d tripped over, as there was a long gash up the side of it, but nothing else looked bruised or otherwise concerning. You thought you’d probably be fine in a couple hours, just a roll.

It was definitely nothing Touya had needed to princess carry you through the staff halls for!

“Don’t move,” Touya told you, and you watched, bewildered, as he stepped away, stalking over to the other side of the room where the staff lockers were. He dug out a shabby backpack, pulling something out of it, and then returned to your side, spreading out his haul on the couch next to you.

You noted a little tube of rubbing alcohol, an antiseptic cream and a bandage, as well as an ice pack. One of your eyebrows went up.

“You rob a hospital or something?” you asked reflexively, heart fluttering a little bit weirdly when Touya’s eyes flickered back up to yours. His eyelashes were long and thick, startlingly pretty.

“Nah,” he said, his gaze cutting suddenly away from yours. “Usually keep shit on hand for my burns.”

Your stomach flipped, and you realized how rude your question had been. Embarrassment welled up in a hard lump in your throat. Well shit. “Oh—fuck. Of course. I’m sorry, Touya.”

A pinch to your leg had you yelping, and his handsome face was serious when he stared back up at you, his eyes practically glowing with intensity. “I don’t need your sympathy.”

You rolled your eyes, rubbing the skin he’d pinched absentmindedly. “It wasn’t sympathy, asshole,” you said. “It was an apology for being thoughtless. Although if that’s how you’re gonna be then I take it back, geez. As if you need sympathy when every girl in this maze—” you froze, clamping your mouth shut when you realized what you’d been about to say. “Uhhhh.”

Touya’s eyes slowly slid down your face, flickering over you as another fucking obnoxious smirk started to twitch at the side of his mouth. “When every girl in this maze what?” he asked, pleasure turning his tone a little silky.

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to grab the rubbing alcohol off of the couch so you didn’t have to look at him. “When every girl in this maze would like for you to shut up and stop asking questions,” you said, unscrewing the top with a deliberate focus.

Calloused fingers came up to yank the tube out of your grip, however, and Touya leaned in, his grin sharp and white.

“Lemme do it, sweetheart. Return the favor for my prosthetic,” he said. You winced, remembering how forcefully you’d applied his forehead earlier. As you braced yourself, however, his fingers brushed gently over your skin.

You suppressed a shiver at the feeling of him wiping off the blood with the rubbing alcohol, then going over it with the antibiotic cream, smearing it delicately, your nose going hot again. He took his time, careful to cover every inch, kneeling on the ground in front of you with your ankle clutched in one large hand. His duster fanned out behind him, dragging on the ground as he bent over you, but he didn’t seem to care, too absorbed in his task.

When he was done he carefully applied the bandage too, and you looked on, mystified, as he cracked the ice pack with long, strangely elegant fingers, and pressed it over your ankle bone as well.

His eyes flicked back to yours when you let out a short hiss, feeling the zing of the ice all the way in your teeth. Some of his expression looked squashed, given the obstruction of his prosthetic, but you thought he looked maybe just a little bit concerned, before he realized you were just being a baby. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to rip off his prosthetic so you could see his expression in full, and had to pin your arm to your side to stop yourself.

“This was—unexpected,” you admitted, watching him closely. “You’re…a surprisingly good nurse, Touya. Thank you.”

His answering smile was nothing short of wicked. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

You fumbled with the antiseptic and sniffed pointedly, just to have something to complain about. “Well. Your bedside manner could use some work.”

Touya leaned in, his smile suddenly going dark. “Oh, angel, now that’s not what I’ve been told—”

Your palm shot out to cover his mouth, horror overriding your normal brain function. Touya just laughed into the skin of your hand, however, shockingly boyish and sweet-sounding.

You pressed harder, hissing at him to shut the hell up, until you registered the feeling of dry, raised skin under your fingers. You jumped, realizing you were pressing down on his scars.

“Shit, did I hurt you—?” you asked, yanking your hand back, only for Touya to catch your wrist. He blinked, looking surprised that he had.

“No it’s—you didn’t—” he said. His fingers shifted over yours and his eyes darted over your hand in something like shock. “They get dry and pull but they don’t—it wasn’t that.” He sounded annoyed, but not that you’d touched him. That you’d pulled away from touching him.

Somehow, that settled you. Before you understood what exactly was possessing you, you reached back in, satisfied when Touya let you. The pads of your fingers met the edge of a scar again, feeling along the seam. You carefully traced over it the way Touya’s had just traced the cut on your ankle.

Touya’s eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a slow breath. “You don’t need to touch ‘em, sweetheart,” he said finally.

He said it as lightly as he’d said all his earlier nonsense, but he’d been giving you shit for long enough that you recognized there was something deliberate about the ease of his tone this time. This wasn’t his usual, natural timbre.

“Does it bother you?” you asked.

It seemed to take him a minute to decide.

“...No,” he answered, those cerulean eyes catching on yours again. You felt like you could feel your heartbeat in your own fingers, and your skin prickled with something—annoyingly not annoyance.

“Well then shut up,” you told him. “Or I’ll pinch you right on the seam.”

Touya laughed, a slow rolling sound. “Promises promises,” he said, but he seemed more relaxed.

You felt along the contours of his face, mystified by what the hell you thought you were even doing, until you reached the edge of the prosthetic you’d applied. It only took a second for you to give in to the impulse you’d had earlier and start peeling it from his skin, slow and deliberate.

You reached down and helped yourself to the rubbing alcohol, applying it around the prosthetic, letting it dissolve the adhesive before pulling gently. Shockingly, Touya let you do it. He just sat there, watching you with an intensity you’d never experienced before, hardly blinking.

You kept careful track of the prosthetic, unable to look him in the eye, focusing on rubbing off the makeup you’d used to blend it in for good measure. You tried not to examine the weirdly satisfied feeling that settled in your stomach when his natural face was visible to you again.

It was probably just his looks. He really was so handsome for such a grating personality.

You set the prosthetic aside, lost on where to go from here. Touya probably thought you were so fucking weird for just like, rubbing his face like he was some kind of cat. He certainly looked like he had no idea what to do now, which was such a departure from his usually snotty self-assurance that it threw you for an even bigger loop.

“Always thought you’d be a little rougher with me, sweetheart,” Touya finally managed, flashing you a smirk. It looked a little smaller than usual though, like he was drawing it up like a shield, but your hackles raised instantly, like always.

You always, always responded to him.

“Trust me, that can be arranged,” you promised darkly, trying to crack your knuckles. Only one of them crackled obligingly, however, and Touya blinked, before laughing again.

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning in closer. Cigarette smoke and cinnamon clouded your senses, fogging up your brain. “Gonna fuck me up nice and good, sweetheart?”

You dredged around for something snarky to say, but words were suddenly failing you as those infuriatingly pretty features drew closer. Seriously could a makeup artist not catch a break around here?

“Uhhh,” was all you managed, your brain bluescreening, as Touya huffed a laugh, exhaling over your mouth.

“Shut up,” you finally spat out, catching a fistful of that black hair. Touya groaned, however, looking like he liked that of all things, and a red hot flash of something jolted through you.

There was a pause, then, a tiny sliver of a moment where it seemed like one of you might pull back—move away and snipe at one another from a safer distance.

Things somehow seemed to be spiraling out of control, in a way you hadn’t expected, after just one kind gesture from him. You didn’t really understand how you’d suddenly found yourself with him leaning over you, your hand pulling at his hair, but if you had any good sense you’d have pulled away immediately and told him something extra mean, just for good measure.

Except then Touya opened his mouth and escalated things, as usual.

“Make me,” he said, the most absolutely heinous line of all time. You yanked his hair harder, deeply disgusted that he’d try that on you.

And then, like a thread had snapped, you leaned forward and crushed your mouth to his.

Touya reacted like a lightning strike. He surged up over you, weighing you down into the staff room couch. He tasted like spearmint muddled under bitter smoke, and he was broader than he looked under that duster, heavy with lean muscle. You could feel every kilo of it press you down into the cushions as Touya licked hot and filthy into your mouth.

His tongue curled around yours, wet and teasing, and he exhaled on a groan like he’d never tasted anything better. It sent little sparks of electricity jittering up your spine, especially as he shifted between your thighs, that trim waist slotting between them perfectly.

“Fuck, angel,” he said, his tone somewhere between sweet and nasty. “Wanted me this whole time, huh?”

You yanked harder on his hair, telling him to shut up, but the swelling of something hard against your thigh told you he only liked that more. “You are so nasty,” you told him, and you could feel his mouth curl into a wicked grin against the side of your face, before he leaned in and bit the shell of your ear, grinding the evidence of his interest even harder into your thigh.

“I can show you nasty, sweetheart,” he promised, his tone going silky-soft again. A calloused hand slid up into your shirt brazenly, long fingers teasing the underside of your bra. When you didn’t immediately try to yank him out of there he wiggled in further, until his fingers met your nipples, and he got even harder against your leg.

He pinched carefully, moving back to kiss you again so that the sound that escaped you was muffled into his mouth. He kissed you harder as your nipples tightened, pebbling in his fingers, something far too satisfied filling the air around you. His hips canted up, grinding himself into you again, this time a little closer to your core.

Your own hips shifted, moving to increase the friction, trying to shift him closer to your center. His fingers and tongue teased you, each flick of his tongue mirroring the caress of a finger, the soft pinch of his index and thumb.

You couldn’t have controlled yourself if you wanted, too focused on the sensations he was drawing from you, the desperate need to get closer to him though you were already pressed together from mouth to shin. You realized you’d been pulling at his coat when he finally withdrew from your shirt and let you yank it down his arms, exposing a patchwork of scars over dense, mouth-wateringly well-defined muscle.

You inhaled sharply, and Touya paused for a minute—until he seemed to realize that you were fixated on the shape of his arm, rather than the purple bruise of scar tissue. The quickening of his grin in the corner of your vision told you that you’d pleased him.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice obnoxiously sweet. “Want to see the rest of me, angel?”

You ripped your eyes off of his arm to glare at him, which only made his grin wider. The fluorescent lights behind him limned his hair in a pale light, blinding you when he moved his head—and all of a sudden you recalled where you were and what you were doing.

“Here? No! Touya, anyone could walk in!” you said, trying to scramble out from beneath him.

Touya caught you around the thigh, hauling you back underneath him. You noticed he was careful to angle your leg up so you didn’t catch your ankle against the arm of the couch.

“This is far from the worst thing I’ve done in a public place,” he said, laying himself back out over you.

You pushed at his shoulder though, casting a worried glance back at the door. “I am not trying to get fired,” you hissed, even as you shivered with the delicious heat of him over you.

Touya sighed through his nose, and then heaved himself off the couch. You watched him seize the plastic makeup chair and haul it over to the door, stuffing it under the knob at an angle so that it held the lock in place. Then he turned around and prowled right back to you with predatory intent. Your stomach fluttered.

“Better, angel?” he asked, tone soft.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of nodding, but he seemed to know what you wanted anyway, leaning back in to kiss you fiercely.

You melted into the feeling of his mouth over yours, kissing him back just as passionately. You hated how good he was at that, hated how pretty he was under all those scars and piercings, hated how his obnoxious personality wasn’t even a factor in what you wanted to do with him right now.

Touya groaned again when you pulled at a fistful of his dark hair, and then you were dragging him down to the couch and climbing into his lap. Touya seized your left leg as you did, pointedly guiding your ankle away from the edge of the seat, and it only inflamed your desire for him.

“Like you a whole lot better like this,” he said into your mouth, as calloused fingers slid into your leggings.

Your reply was cut off by a moan as he traced his index finger lightly over the center of your panties, before pressing down firmly over your clit. A thousand little points of electricity lit up under your skin, and you shifted into his hand unthinkingly.

A smile formed against your lips, and it was only Touya’s hand making its way into your panties that suppressed the annoyed buzz that started in the back of your brain.

“You kick up such a fuss, sweetheart, but look at what you really think of me,” Touya purred as his fingers slid up into your incriminatingly wet folds. “All this for me, angel?”

You wanted to bite him for his cheek but you feared breaking the skin of his scars, so you settled for giving him a pointed look. He just laughed, his smile smug.

“I’ll show you what I’ve really thought of you too, sweetheart,” he promised, taking hold of your leg again to slide your leggings and panties down. He settled you back over the hard line in his pants, grabbing your hips and pulling you firmly down over it, grinning.

“Love when you’re a spitfire little fucking brat. I’ve imagined taking you right over the vanity every single day for the last three years, sweetheart. Taking you against the lockers and then right here over the couch. Fucking you so hard that you scream and everyone comes running in to see you squirming and crying and begging on my cock, and you want it so much that you don’t even care—”

He laughed when he felt you clench up in his lap, working to unbuckle his belt and free himself, immediately angling you over him. “You want that too, sweetheart? Want to see if I can make you scream so loud that people come to see what’s wrong?”

“My god you never shut up,” you told him, pointedly avoiding the question. In lieu of an answer, you shifted, guiding him to your center and sinking down onto him instead. You watched with satisfaction as he threw his head back and hissed at the feeling of you slipping down around him.

“Fffffffffffuck,” he said to the ceiling, a hand tightening in your sweater. You had to agree, gritting your teeth with the delicious slide of him inside of you, hot and thick and full and perfect. You leaned in, putting your mouth over the scar tissue on his neck, smirking when he exhaled shakily again.

“I think,” Touya huffed. “I should have put you over my lap three fucking years ago.”

You thought back to your first glimpse of him, flicking ash at you as he chainsmoked outside the maze entrance, and thought you would have probably gouged his eyes out if he had tried. Honestly he’d barely scraped together enough good will with his little ankle treatment as it was.

But maybe this is what that girl had been talking about, when she said Touya didn’t talk to anyone besides you. Had he really been more into you than he’d let on, these three years? Is that why he’d been at your throat this entire time?

The thought was lost when Touya’s hips lifted into yours, grinding himself into you just right, and your head fell back with a shivery moan. Touya’s mouth found the skin of your throat and sucked as he bucked up into you, picking up into a faster pace. You rocked back and forth over his lap, guided by Touya’s grip on your hips, relishing in the feel of him inside of you.

His fingers slid back down, brushing over your clit, and you bit down a yelp as he dragged his thumb over it firmly.

“That’s it,” he said, biting down softly on your neck. “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”

You pressed a hand over your mouth instead as he slid in and out of you, those clever fingers working you deftly. He pinched softly, then swirled the pad of his thumb firmly over your clit again, groaning and pounding up into you. “I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Always want to hear your mean little mouth.”

“Touya—shut up—” you panted as he moved you how he wanted, played you like an instrument. Between his fingers and the hard press of him inside you, you felt like you couldn’t escape the pleasure, the feeling mounting within you. No matter how you moved your hips, his fingers were there to meet you, rubbing maddening circles, teasing you mercilessly, and he filled you so good that it felt like he was pressing against that spot from the inside too.

You writhed with the feel of him, as he steadily covered your neck and shoulders with marks of his attention. You couldn’t help but moan, much much louder than you would have liked, and Touya leaned back to look at you again, looking pleased.

“That’s it, yeah,” he said, another grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Louder for me, sweetheart. Want you to come for me.”

You huffed, unable to do anything but squirm in his lap, chasing the feeling closer, ever closer to the edge. You weren’t going to let his infuriating attitude ruin this for you, not when you were so close—

Without input from your brain, your hand reached out to grab a fistful of Touya’s hair again and his hips stuttered, slamming up into you with more force than he had previously. He looked a little shocked, and then a little dazed, and the grip he had on the side of your hip tightened almost to the point of bruising as he forced you down onto him harder, gasping.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart—fuck yes,” he rasped.

His fingers rubbed you harder, and his hips slapped up into you frantically. The uptick in intensity had your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, and you bit your palm to keep the sounds in.

Touya ground into you with a renewed fervor, and it was only another matter of seconds before something inside of you was being wrenched loose. You lost the grip on your control, every nerve ending in your body lighting up and coming alive, singing with pleasure. You seized up, crying, “Oh my god, Touya!” and then you were cumming hard, harder than you ever had, Touya’s talented fingers still working you, his cock still fucking you mercilessly.

Touya swore, spitting out your name like a curse, and then again in almost reverent tones, before he too was following you right off the edge. He slammed you down on him once, twice, and then he was cumming too—shivering against you as he held you tight against him.

The silence of the room around you was ringing, once you managed to return to yourself. Touya was a long, hot, hard wall of muscle between your thighs, his hair mussed and a patch of makeup you’d missed smearing into the hair at his temple. His cheeks were flush with effort over the seam of his scars, and he looked, irritatingly, even more beautiful than he usually did.

Like he could sense what you were thinking, the corner of his mouth rose as those cerulean eyes searched over you, blinking like a pleased cat.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I knew I liked you mean,” he said, his raspy tone rougher than normal.

“And I don’t like you at all,” you sniffed, though you knew the protest was pointless when he was quite literally softening inside of you. You let go of his hair, remembering yourself.

“Aww angel don’t be like that,” he drawled, his grin widening. He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss over your mouth. “I can make it up to you—all three years, if you’ll let me.”

You knew he felt your involuntary shiver, pressed up against you like he was. And that was definitely answer enough for him, as his smile went more handsome and boyish than you’d ever seen it. You hated that you liked it.

“I’ll clean up and clock out,” Touya told you, gingerly helping you off of him and back into your leggings, his eyes fixating a little too closely on your legs as you did so. “You tell your friends you’re gonna go home and rest that ankle. And I’ll pick you up out front, angel.”

You flushed, embarrassed that you’d completely forgotten that you were at work, and you’d intended to go out bar hopping after. But you figured you could be forgiven just this one time.

“Fine,” you said, though your insides were feeling a little fluttery at the thought of leaving with Touya. “But I expect penitence or there’s going to be a reckoning.” You supposed you were owed, for all these years of suffering.

Touya looked down at you from under his lashes, dark and beautiful and still as infuriating as ever. “I’ll give you my best, sweetheart. Over and over until you can’t even walk,” he promised, “Gotta keep you off that ankle, after all.”

You flushed again, yanking your sweater down over your leggings, and fled out the door. Touya’s laughter floated after you, sounding pleased.

You sped up your pace, your ears burning.

And if you were actually rushing not to get away from him, but to return to him sooner? Well, then, nobody needed to know that but you.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #touya x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader #character: todoroki touya #andie's writing

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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Ok, so lately I've been listening to too much Peppers by Lana Del Rey and Tommy Genesis, so imagine that the chorus "hands on your knees Angelina Jolie" is playing in the background while reader and Dabi recreate the song, specifically that part, in such a way obscene and so aaa, If you don't mind, could you write something like this?

𝒫𝐸𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮

-Touya Todoroki x fem!reader ୨⍣୧

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ contains: SMUT- Minors do not interact, oral male receiving, praising, soft needy Touya loves dolling you up and ruining you 🦋

➳ A/N: I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH!!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, hopefully you like this. I decided to call him Touya in this fic.

➳ Song recommendation: Lana del Rey- Peppers

The faint smell of strawberry shampoo filled the room as you slowly walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your wet body. The chill air made you shiver for a bit as you sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looking at yourself. All fresh and clean, that long shower was really needed.

It was only you in the room, or better say, in Touya’s room, which had also become your room at this point. He let you move all of your stuff in his room, to the point he had to ask for another closet since you had so many clothes. It didn’t take long for Touya’s grimy room to turn full of life, your dainty clothes and accessories all over the place, on the table or chair. And he didn’t mind it one bit, having you in his room felt like a ray of sunshine, a smell of fresh air that filled his lungs and scent of nature. That’s how you were to him, he’d look at your enamored while you sat near the desk, doing your makeup and fixing your hair, looking like a dainty princess compared to his edgy dark looks.

And today was the same, you sat there, carefully drying your hair with a towel and giving it some shape. You decided to go for wavy hair today, which was one of Touya’s favorite hairstyles on you. The vanilla scented candle sat on your desk, along with all your makeup brushes,lipstick and glitter. What you loved most was getting dolled up for your man, he’d always make you flustered with the way he’d be all over you, like a man who’d never seen a pretty woman before. Sometimes he’d also doll you up himself, fixing the ribbons on your hair, helping you wear your tights, choosing the perfect dress for you, putting the blue stoned necklace around your neck, the one he got for you as a constant reminder that you belong to him.

The song playing in the background helped you concentrate even more on getting yourself ready. It was one of your favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, her music was an inspiration to you in all aspects, especially the way you dressed. You felt that melody and that lyrics deep in your core, as your love and dedication towards your beloved was beautifully described by those words knitted together to create such masterpiece of a song that you wanted to inject in your blood. Passion and love, utter addiction towards one another, that’s how your relationship was. He took care of you like no one ever did.

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“You’re my little girl, aren’t you? My good, pretty girl.. all mine” Touya whispered in your ear one day as he was braiding your hair, his lithe fingers skillfully going through each lock of hair as usual. You nodded, blushing at his words, stomach doing a flip at his possessiveness and praise. You wore a frilly white dress, diamond earrings that he’d taken for you, your thigh highs with two cute ribbons on each. The same song was playing in the background, and it was making you feel some type of way, especially from the fact that he was braiding your hair. A coincidence? Maybe. But now you had the need to act just like the song.

~Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair..~

Oh, you had the need to please him again. Putting your hands on his knees, as you go down on him, tasting him.

Touya hadn’t finished doing your hair when you turned at him, your face flushed and your eyes all big and needy, it took him by surprise.

“Baby, I still didn’t finish your hair..” he said, staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“I know Tou.. I just..” you licked your lips, putting your hands gently on his knees, your nails pretty and manicured, Touya chose a cherry red color for them, always the sinful image of your fingers wrapped around his cock in mind.

“I kind of love this song..” you whispered, as Touya payed attention to the lyrics. The corners of his mouth twitched as a shadow of a smile lurked on his face, and he stared down at you for a second longer, taking in every minuscule detail he could perceive about you. You shifted closer to him, getting between his legs as your hands stroked his thighs, shyly looking at his bulge forming in front of you.

“That’s a nice song sweetheart. You wanna recreate it don’t ya? Tell me..use your words” his hand found your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. His stare was hypnotizing, those azure eyes could get you drenched without him touching you at all.

“Yes..” you swallowed nervously, as he chuckled and squished your blushing cheeks together on his large hand.

“And why is that?” he teased, knowing your answer too well but he still wanted to hear you say it with your own words.

“Because I.. I want to give you pleasure Touya..” you bit your lip, and Touya could swear he felt the urge to grab that pretty mouth of yours and stuff it with his aching cock. Your shy voice saying his name, the way you looked up at him through your lashes, the way you smelled, the way you looked so angelic but your mind was full of dark and sinful desires, he loved that he turned you like this. So needy for him, addicted to him, just the way he wanted you to be.

He leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands gently going through your half braided hair before he backed away.

“Go on then, princess. Show me how you please your man~” he cooed, watching your delicate hands unbuckling his belt slowly. Touya was already rock hard and that gave you a tingle between your legs, especially with the way he was watching your every move. Carefully you lowered his pants, taking him in your hands, his cock was glistening with precum already, angry red tip begging to be sucked and licked, your small hand wrapping around his shaft made Touya hiss between his teeth. You were being agonizingly slow and careful with him as if he was going to break, but he let you do your thing. He loved seeing various emotions going visibly on your face, embarrasment, nervousness, lust, desire..

“Open that pretty mouth..” he asked before you tried to go down on him, making you stop. His fingers found your lips, smearing your red lipstick before opening your mouth and his thumb playing with your tongue.

“There you go.. put that tongue into good use. Just as I taught you, okay little love?”

“Yes” you breathed out, sticking out your tongue and swirling it on his sticky tip first, tasting the pearly precum leaking out of him. You heard the man let out a groan, which encouraged you to continue further, licking his shaft while your other hand fondled his balls gently.

“Shit, baby... f-fuck!” Touya moaned as you finally took him all in your mouth, trying your best to not gag on his cock that was hitting the back of your throat. The music was playing on repeat as your head bobbed up and down his cock, using your tongue as well and making his head spin. His hands found your hair once again, looking at the half done braids.

“F-fuck doll.. M’not sure if I can braid that pretty hair of yours again..aahh fuck- if you continue sucking me off like that~” he groaned, hips bucking up and slamming in your mouth. You were totally drunk in his cock, like it was the last meal on this earth, slurping and moaning and trying to get as much from him as you could. His half lidded eyes stared down at you as you made eye contact with him, which had your sloppy cunt clench on nothing.

He was in bliss, his face flushed as he gave you a lustful needy look. A hand pressed on top of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Mmhm yeah.. choke on it a little, there you go. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, my angel~” Touya whispered, as you sat there unmoving, his cock deep in your throat. You choked on him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, ruining the mascara, but his firm hand continued to keep you there until you started whimpering. He let you go and watched you with an amused look on his face as you coughed and whined.

“Don’t wipe those tears off baby, let me see ‘em..” he said, licking a singular tear on your cheek before gently tapping his cock on your face, smearing your lipstick and mascara on your dumb pretty face, full of tears and drool. You looked up at him pleadingly, letting him use your face and mouth however he wanted. He shoved his cock right back in, his hands caressing your hair as you continued taking him in your mouth like your life depended on it, licking up the sides with your tongue, trying to go deeper when he added a little more pressure to the back of your head.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you wanna make me cum? Yeah? Right in that throat of yours.. fuck, you want it baby? Nnghh fuck-” he spoke as his breathing got heavier, eyes rolled at the back of his skull in pleasure while you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

You moaned in response, letting him know just how eager you were to have your mouth full of his cum. With a few more thrusts of his hips he came hard in your mouth, a low guttural groan left his throat as you gagged and choked on his seed, trying your best to not let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck- good fucking girl. Take it, ahh- take it all, oh shit-” he moaned out, eyes crossed in pleasure as he struggled to even move. And you did, you took it all, he grabbed your chin to look at your mouth full of his cum.

“Swallow for me...”

And you swallowed, just as he taught you and Touya hummed in amusement before bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, feeling the taste of him in your mouth which drove him crazy.

“You look even prettier like this dollface..” he smirked, looking at the ruined makeup on your face and your hair now a mess. He then focused his gaze on your frilly dress and clicked his tongue.

“I’d feel bad to ruin that lovely dress of yours.. so I’ll just have you ride me on it, that okay with you princess?” he said, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to sit on his warm lap.

“Yes Touya..” you mumbled shyly before he took you down to the bed with him, hands gripping at the plush of your soft thighs as he ravaged your neck and chest like a feral animal.

—-

As you got yourself all nice and pretty, butterflies formed at your stomach at the memories of that one day. Mostly for the fact that Touya will do it all over again once he comes back, beautifully ruin your makeup and hair. Now the dress you wore was a pretty blue one, his favorite color, while you waited in anticipation for your man’s arrival, more than excited to have him see how pretty you got yourself for him today.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 10 months

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For my I Don't Dance au... (picrew here)

ARTIST TOMURA x BASEBALL PLAYER TOUYA

What would you do if you —3th year captain of UA College baseball team— were challenge to a baseball match where if you lose, you'd have to play the leading role of a horror musical?

To anyone else, Tomura's proposal would sound like a joke. To Todoroki Touya, it means he gets to recruit a good pitcher to help him win the UA Plus Ultra Cup. If he can survive his past, it is...

Some specifics under the cut 'cause I love this au!

Endeavor here is a famous baseball player.

Touya was told he could not play baseball professionally due to how weak is his body in terms of genetics, but he found a way to get admitted at UA anyway.

Every year the MVP of the winner team of the college baseball league gets a chance to become a pro-player— that's what Touya is trying to do while his body can still take it.

Touya's burns are at minimum at the start of the au, but I promise they will be there by the end of it (spoilers? sorry)

Tomura actual challenge was on this terms: if Touya's team (the official UA team mind you) were to win, Tomura would join them as their pitcher (they desperately needed one to win that season); if Tomura's team was to win, it means Touya would have to play the starting role on Tomura's final project: a musical.

Why would Touya want an art student to be their pitcher? Why would Tomura want the captain of the baseball team to play the main role of his musical? What do they know?

On their match alone they broke the record of most college students attendance to an inner baseball game. It marked the start of one of the most famous prize seasons on the history of UA University.

Some context: every year at UA University, the top of the top studens of each course (be it Socials, Sports, Arts or Science) receive an award for going beyond the expectations. It's officially called the UA PLUS ULTRA CUP, but everyone knows it as prize season. Normally you get two chances (each of three months) to plan it: in spring or autumn. That's because most of the chances come with the semester final projects in winter and summer.

Touya's pushing the baseball team to win the prize season in Sports, while Tomura's trying to win it on Arts as one of the only 2th year students to direct a musical as solo director.

No one think they can actually do it, because Touya's body is too damaged and he's too old to made it to the big leagues, and Tomura is a visual artist made famous for his horror work, the type to make people debate a lot about if he is actually an artist or just an entertainer.

If you want a romantic cliché then I guess you could say they're childhood friends to barely strangers to teammates to friends to lovers. The rivalry thing has always been there and it will always be there, so...

Tomura is actually Tenko's artistic name, but the public doesn't know that. His identity is well kept by every authority involved. Why do they keep the Shimura last name in secret... Another thing I can't say.

There's background AFO but he is definitely not the main antagonist.

There's also Class 1A and pro-heroes material! It's a big au in that sense, so expect a lot of background names to be dropped and more ones to appear regularly.

Tomura's scars are there, but most students think it's makeup he does to scare them.

Touya hasn't talk with his family since he started attending UA High, which means he hasn't talked to them in almost 7 years. It's also 'cause Enji didn't want Natsuo or Fuyumi to attend UA High or UA University. Shouto's attending UA High tho.

Touya is yet to dye his hair black.

Tomura is yet go get his white hair.

I'm still not sure if this is a no quirks au...

#I don't dance au #shigadabi

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 2 years

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Strictly Business

Shouto Todoroki seemingly has a perfect life - he's rich, has a beautiful wife, and is extremely handsome.

You are his secretary, fresh out of college and trying to get a foot in the business world.

Your boss asks you for a favor, and out of it comes an affair.

Did we mention your boss is married ?

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It was the tenth time that you had peered at your reflection in the mirror, and it had yet to do anything to calm your nerves.

It was the night of the gala, and your boss had informed you that the car that would be taking you to the gala would be picking you up in half an hour. Since you would be working over the weekend, Mr. Todoroki had given you the day off so you would have plenty of time to get ready. You had slept in, eating a healthy breakfast before jumping into the shower to get ready.

As promised, Mr. Todoroki had sent you a woman to do your hair and another woman to do your makeup. The hair woman had arrived not long after you had gotten out of the shower, and she was quick to blow dry your hair and get started. Right on cue, the makeup woman arrived next, greeting your hairdresser cheerfully before setting up in your bathroom.

Now, with twenty five minutes before the car was set to arrive, your heart was pounding in your chest as you turned around and examined yourself again. Hatsume had created an exquisitely beautiful gown, and you were still in disbelief at how gorgeous you looked in it. The dress was strapless, made of a soft, floral print that flowed down to the floor. The bust was a U shape, with a slit revealing your cleavage pushed up by expensive lingerie you had splurged on. Your waist was cinched, a band of the floral material pulling you back and upright. A slit ran up to your midthigh, exposing your freshly shaved legs. The hairdresser had left your hair down, loose, beachy waves flowing down to your chest. The makeup artist had settled on a subtle, natural look, your eyelids shimmering under the lights.

You looked rich.

Sighing, you gathered your belongings, grabbing your luggage and dragging it towards the front door. Mr. Todoroki had asked you to pack business casual clothes for some weekend activities, so you had made sure to pack your best clothes. Even though the car was fifteen minutes away, you were extremely restless and needed something to do. Heels clicking down your apartment hallway, you tried to take deep breaths to slow the anxiousness filling your chest.

You were in the big leagues now. You had to suck it up and be a big girl.

A few neighbors gave you wide eyed stares as you walked past, their heads turning to follow you as you walked towards the front of the building. Your landlord, who was busy collecting their mail, froze in their movements, the stack of envelopes falling from their hand.

“Whoa, 309, is that you?” he blinked.

“Hi, sorry, I’m waiting for my ride,” you sheepishly replied.

“You look like you’re going to Tokyo Fashion Week or something. What’s the occasion?”

“Work,” you replied simply, flashing him a smile.

He merely stared at you, giving you the chance to walk away. It was chilly out, but you were so nervous the cold didn’t register with you. Checking your phone, you saw there was about ten minutes before the ride was set to arrive.

A bright pair of headlights shone down your street, a black SUV with tinted windows rolling down until it came to a stop in front of you. The driver side door opened and a man jumped out, a stereotypical driver’s hat on his head. He came to a stop before you, bowing his head before addressing you by your last name.

“Mr. Todoroki has sent me to come escort you. Let me take your belongings. Please, get into the backseat.”

Blinking, you did as he said, quietly thanking him before carefully sliding into the backseat. He carefully placed your things into the trunk, slamming it shut before jogging back to the driver’s seat.

“There will be some traffic heading to the hotel, so make yourself comfortable. Mr. Todoroki instructed that there be water and some snacks for you back there.”

He started the car, the engine rolling to life. The GPS began giving directions in a robotic voice, and then you two were off. Just as he said, there was a cold bottle of water in the cupholder, along with various bags of snacks. You opened the water and took a sip to steady your nerves, making sure not to smudge your lipstick.

Jazz played quietly in the background, the car silent minus the GPS occasionally speaking. You absently remembered Mr. Todoroki saying that the hotel was rather far, and when you heard the GPS announce you would be arriving in forty five minutes, you knew it was true. Sucking in a breath, you settled into the backseat and closed your eyes, trying to relax before the craziness of the night. You tried to picture the hotel, what everyone else would be wearing, and what kind of tasks you would be juggling during the gala. A part of you wondered what Mr. Todoroki would look like, since this was a black tie event.

You flushed at the thought. He was your boss.

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

You were awoken by the sound of the driver calling your name. Shooting upright, you replied with a slurred “yes” before glancing around you. The car had come to a stop and was in a procession of cars. Frowning, you leaned forward to peer through the windshield before your eyes went wide. The procession of cars was alongside the harbor, the water twinkling under the lights of the hotel. Each person that disembarked from their car looked expensive, wearing couture gowns and suits while dripping in diamonds and jewels.

Swallowing nervously, you patted down your hair and grabbed a mirror to make sure your makeup was intact. As your car slowly pulled to the front, you steadied yourself with some deep breaths before it was your turn, the driver opening your door and extending a hand out to you.

You took it, gently stepping out before glancing at the hotel in front of you.

Intercontinental greeted you in gold letters, a glass balcony wrapping around the building. You continued to stare up at it until the driver returned with your belongings.

“Let the concierge know that you’re with Mr. Todoroki. They will take your belongings up to your room.”

With that, he gave you one last bow before turning and climbing back into the car, leaving you alone outside the hotel.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto imagine #shouto x y/n #modern au #boss secretary

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shockinglysubmissive · 2 years

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Truth Comes Out

Inspired by: Interlude IV- Zach Callison

Sick of hiding the truth for fear of Endeavors wrath, the truth finally erupts, tearing down the whole hero commission

WARNINGS: slight mha spoiler, cursing, character death, mentions of suicide

"We did it... He's dead... We are finally free." Hawks, bloody and beaten, looks at you. Despite his words, the crushing weight remains.

That weight remains for the following days, growing heavier each passing moment. Your eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. Makeup artists work hard trying to hide them as you're forced to make a public appearance for your 'heroic' deeds.

You couldn't help wondering if you were the only one feeling so guilty as you made your way to the simple home of the number one pro hero. Settled on a mantle place was a photo that made you sick. The young, innocent eyes staring at you are away at you. They knew the truth.

The room seemed to increase in temperature. You felt as if you were burning alive.

"He was your son! You and your fucking ego! You made us murder Touya!" The words are spilling from your lips before you can stop yourself. Endeavor's large frame looks behind you, the media right there with him.

It takes a few moments before he speaks. "My son killed himself years ago. Our agency defeated a murderer with a similar quirk." His voice is calm, but you feel the cold stab behind them.

Fists clenched, finally feeling the weight lifting from the truth being free. "You may have everyone else convinced, but I saw the truth. Enji Todoroki, you are a monster. You thrive off of fear to maintain your perfect image. But I'm not afraid anymore."

Your confidence left him taken aback. Using this to your advantage, you continue. "Go on. Tell us how you held him in your arms as he burned. Just don't leave out the part of how you pushed him to that point. How you only loved him for his quirk, and when you decided he wouldn't be a hero you tossed him aside." The journalists began to whisper, fueling your verbal assault.

"Choose your next words wisely." His voice is low, all calmness gone. "I won't stand for these slanderous lies being spewed in my home, especially after I gave you the career you have. My son died years ago." He continues.

"Say his name. Say it! Uttering his name is all it takes for you to unravel. But you made me kill him! You are worse than any villian because at least they are honest with their intentions." Turning around, a newly ignited desire burns in your eyes.

"I won't stop until everyone knows the truth about you so called heros."

#mha #my hero academia #my hero academia angst #mha angst #bnha #bnha angst #boco no hero academia angst

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tamabbyboi · 3 years

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Masterlist!

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Tamaki Amajiki~

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Roses and Butterflies

Soulmate au! In a world where whatever you write on your skin shows up on that of your soulmate, you and Tamaki fall in love via marker and make the perfect pair.

Katsuki Bakugou~

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Rude Awakening (Literally)

You and your boyfriend were just trying to enjoy a peaceful, sleep-filled Saturday morning when suddenly someone bursts through the door, not only ruining your peace but your secret relationship as well.

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All is Fair in Love and War (Youtuber! smau)

l/n y/n is a variety youtuber and streamer who makes all kinds of content ranging from makeup tutorials to baking videos to commentary. They are a part of the wildly popular streamer house/squad UA. What happens when UA merges with their long-time friends the Bakusquad and gains 6 new members? What happens when a certain angry pomeranian is roomed next to someone with no concept of self preservation who finds joy in provoking said angry pomeranian? Love, probably.

Dabi~

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Denki Kaminari~

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Eijirou Kirishima~

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Izuku Midoriya~

Hitoshi Shinsou~

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Keigo Takami (Hawks)~

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Third Time's the Charm!

Soulmate au! When you turn sixteen you gain the ability to communicate with your soulmate through writing on your skin. Unfortunately for you, your soulmate doesn't speak your native language, and instead only speaks Japanese. Also unfortunately, neither of you are very good artists. Even more unfortunately, you’re both idiots.

Shouto Todoroki~

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Your Pain

Soulmate au! You could feel your soulmate's pain your entire life, and when you met Todoroki you immediately recognized the scar on his face and it's alignment with the searing pain you once felt from your soulmate.

Fairytale Phenomenon

After being hit with a quirk that forces you to live out a literal fairytale, you find yourself in the role of Cinderella with your crush, Todoroki, as your Prince Charming.

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Fairytale Phenomenon

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While fighting you were hit with a quirk that knocked you out immediately, but were you really knocked out? Suddenly you find yourself being thrust into a literal fairytale, only able to wake up once you find your happy ending. After the prologue choose which fairytale you live out and which prince you live it with!

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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he’s like snowfall | s.todoroki ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ; SYNOPSIS. the idol group XHEROEZ is due to perform in america for the first time and as their beloved makeup artist— you’re expected to go with them. now... this would be the vacation of a life time, if it weren’t for their a-grade asshole vocalist, shouto todoroki.

❧ ; cpu characters. shouto todoroki x gn!reader.

❧ ; word count. 17.4K

❧ ; genre + rating. kpop idol!au, enemies to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, todoroki being an asshole, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, handjobs, praise!kink, mentions of injury ( broken leg ), snow storms, being snowed in.

❧ ; streamer commentary. merry belated christmas? i hope you guys enjoy this fic, for me it was a little challenge to write since i dont write for shouto much!! but the plot was super cool to work with. this is a winter wonderland gift from emme’s server for @killerdabi !! <3 m.list. + tip jar. special thanks to @prinvil, @jirou-s + @bakugous-trauma for beta reading !! and to @shiggysvixen-archive for the idol group name <3

people always dream of being remembered for something when they die.

as shallow as it is, humans have an innate craving and desire to be remembered— to live their lives and go down in history for the impossible. whether that’s by breaking records or achieving the unattainable, humans crave recognition, humans crave a life that seems worth living to others.

like most people, you started out with a dream too— you wanted to dance, to sing on stage under twinkling lights and along with the harmonies of thousands of voices paired with your own. being an idol is all you’d ever thought of growing up and you did everything in your power to achieve that dream— you busted your ass throughout middle school and high school, saved up enough money to pay for your trainee days and to travel into the city every day for auditions and practice. even moving cities didn’t stop you, having to start all over again, but by fifteen, you’d signed up to a decent idol agency, worked hard on perfecting your vocals and dancing until you were sure you sounded like an angel from high heavens and you moved as fluid as the water rushing through streams and everything looked like it was going your way.

your debut was coming up on the horizon, the flavour of your chance to make your mark on the world just dashing across the tip of your tongue— the stage was so close, your purpose in life even closer and you could almost touch it.

at least until you couldn’t.

an injury to your right leg takes you out just weeks before your debut, the healing time far longer than your first ever performance scheduled for the big stage. the group you’d been preparing to be a part of to introduce themselves to the world while you recovered back in your hometown, blankets mounted high to block out your tears at night. you’re left dreamless and hopeless, unable to stand on your own two feet from then on— both physically and mentally. what good is a person who can’t support themselves? what life is worth living when you shoot for the stars and miss, crashing right back down to earth? the questions plague you every night, burn in your throat while you fight back tears and the urge to howl your pain at the silver moon.

however, the second company you’d started under after moving was severely understaffed and lacked organisation and maybe this was the universe giving you a second chance to grasp at your dreams. you helped where you could, using your natural and honed talent for dancing to help choreograph routines between attempting to do stage makeup on the trainees and other artists using tips from old fashion magazines you read on the trains home. if you couldn’t be on stage, then you’d damn well be right there beside it. when your injury gives out a year later and you can no longer keep up with the idols in dance, the stars are forgiving and the agency keeps you on as a makeup artist until you can have your surgery. while you don’t mind your job, prettying artists at the agency you had helped build from the ground— it's nowhere near where you want to be, there’s no glitz nor glamour, no millions of fans waiting to hear the part of your lips and a soulful tune reverberating in your throat...not as a makeup artist.

no one will remember you and your dedication from behind the stage curtain.

but if you could help others achieve their goals and dreams where you had failed, then so be it. you would push twice as hard, work even more just for them to break through earth’s barrier and float in the comfort of space and become one of its shining stars. that’s how you ended up working for the idol group, XHEROEZ— the underdogs of the idol industry and your little old company’s pride and joy. the members; kirishima, bakugou, deku and todoroki had debuted almost five years ago and found themselves on a quick rise to fame after their second mini album blew up the global music scene. never in history had anyone seen an idol group break down so many walls and gather so many records under their belt in such a short amount of time.

with world wide success, came many trials and tribulations that the group faced— but they had done well under countless years of pressure and hate, the company was so incredibly proud of them and you too believed that they would continue to do well for many years to come.

working closely with the boys since they performed for the world for the first time, you’d grown increasingly fond of them as the years went by— you’d met katsuki bakugou, the leader and main rapper of XHEROEZ, during your trainee days back in middle school, remembering him as the kid who worked hard and performed even harder during your trainee evaluations. he’d done so well for himself… not only become an idol but to lead one the world’s most famous boybands too, it was nice to see a friend succeed in that way too. you’d also trained with izuku midoriya, the main vocalist and visual too, he was as sweet as can be— in both his vocals even more so towards his staff and fans alike, you couldn’t help but love him. then there was eijirou kirishima, another rapper with the most incredible dance skills you’d ever seen. there were two more members just like him, a chaotic trio consisting of the red head, hanta sero and denki kaminari— both great dancers occupying the sub-vocalist and rapper spots. they were a group of wonderful boys who never made you feel bad for failing to reach past dreaming and push past the pain to get right up there on the stage. they were the closest thing you ever had to friends, working in the industry from such an early age you gave up most of your time for friends and being a kid.

you loved them so much, all of them.

but then there was shouto todoroki.

you could shiver at the mention of his name, a cringeworthy type of feeling running laps up and down the base of your spine every time you think about him, let alone breathe next to him. in your mind, shouto todoroki is the most insufferable person that you’ve ever worked with, taking the position of centre in XHEROEZ. you know that it's wrong to barely have a reason to hate someone, but there’s something about the dual haired idol that leaves you unsettled every time that you interact— he’s a nuisance to you but the perfect idol and performer to everyone else, he’s oh so talented at what he does, never makes mistakes, appeals to his fans with his quiet charms and angelic looks, suits every concept ever made so maybe you’re projecting a little…maybe you only hate him because he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of being…but beyond the stage, behind the curtains— you’re convinced that he’s nothing more than a lazy and privileged celebrity.

you feel that he takes the idol life for granted, todoroki lacks motivation where his group-mates excel— you don’t even know why he’s doing this, living your life so selfishly and you hate it.

you hate him.

but it’s not like these feelings aren’t reciprocated, shouto’s made it clear to you that he doesn’t like you either, especially with the way he treats you compared to other staff—maybe that’s because you don’t walk on eggshells around him and cater to his skittish, bratty moods by treating him like a god in the way that everyone else does.

“you mind doin’ your job ‘n not diggin’ out my eye with that liner?” bakugou grunts from beneath your steady working hands—effectively pulling you from the depth of your thoughts and getting you to jump right back into the task at hand, fixing the blonde’s eyeliner.

rolling your eyes playfully, you pull back gently on the skin at the corner of katsuki’s own to draw a steady flick of black liner, humming in content at how it compliments the bloody and burgundy smokey shadow you’d done on him earlier. the boys’ most recent comeback had more of a sexy concept to it, so you were often doing darker, more sleek looks for their stage performances, like the music bank one they had scheduled for today. “there y’go, dummy,” you say, barely hiding the smirk on your lips as you flick katsuki’s forehead— exposed by the clip that keeps his hair out of his face so you can work. you pass the leader a hand mirror, letting him accept your work. “that better, pretty boy?”

the blonde idol grunts again but sneers gratefully at your handy-work on his eye-makeup. “shut the fuck up,” you’re close with bakugou, izuku too— having grown up together at your previous agencies, you were comfortable enough to joke like this with one another and you found that treating the boys as your own friends helped them relax before a show. “this liner better stay put on stage.”

“foul language and doubting my skill? who knew idols could be this mean, you sure you’re in the right profession, katsuki?” you taunt back, making the performer close his eyes so you can powder him up and set down his make-up. you can tell by the quirk of his lips that he’s going to reply but a voice you hate that you had grown to recognise cuts through the backstage bustle of the dressing room.

“sorry i’m late everyone,”

and in he comes, the devil himself in the form of shouto todoroki. your eyes flit upwards as you take in his appearance— his lean body that could be mistaken for that of a dancer’s, draped in casual sweats while his hair remains ruffled and his face is slightly puffy from sleep. todoroki looks a mess, arriving late for his schedule too— which only creates more work for the members and staff around him.

“is that the half ‘n half bastard?”

bakugou all but yells, face twisted into such a comical way that between hushed giggles, you almost forget to remind him to relax so that he doesn’t ruin the makeup you’d done for him. “will you ever stop callin’ him that, man? it was funny the first few comebacks but now it’s just getting old,” kirishima speaks next, keeping his tone airy and playful as he approaches you and his hot tempered band mate. throughout the group’s history, shouto had been recognised as the member with a split dye job and katsuki’s nickname for him seemed to stick. slinking up to bakugou, who’s pouting in his chair, eijirou crosses his toned arms over the armrest. you can tell he’s just come over from hair, since there’s a curler in the red-head’s bangs and his luscious locks— so adored by his many fans— have yet to be gelled and styled into place. “and keep it down, midoriya fell asleep in the stylist chair again,”

“todoroki’s still a bastard, even without his stupid half ‘n half hair. that idiot can never keep to the fuckin schedule!” bakugou scolds just loud enough for his other member to hear, todoroki rolling his eyes as he passes by you to check in with another stylist. you don’t miss the way he glares at you too, making you scoff and find distraction in touching up bakugou’s slight lip colour.

“whatever you say, bakugou,” kirishima hums at his leader’s words but easily distracts himself from the tension between his two members by watching you gently pat some glitter into the inner corner of bakugou’s eye for the finishing touch of his stage makeup. “oh wow! you think i could get a look like that for this stage, yn? y’always do such a great job!”

katsuki is quick to jump in. “trust me, y’don’t want them doin’ your makeup, they almost jabbed my fuckin’ eye out.”

pinching his ear with one hand and smiling gently, you point your brush in kirishima’s direction and shake your head. “next time eiji, i’m sure mina will do a great job on your make-up today,” you remind him softly, holding your smile until the rapper is called to his chair for the rest of his styling. you slump after that, poking a resting katsuki in the cheek with the same brush, pouting at him.

“what?” he spits, eyes still closed.

“i don’t wanna be done with your makeup” you whinge, poking the leader of the group again. “i don’t want them to make me work on todoroki next,”

bakugou cracks an eye open, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his lips— annoyance written across the rest of his face since you’re disturbing his only rest before the performance. “you still have kaminari and sero t’work on. good luck with that,” he offers up to you, but you’re not sure if you want to work with that chaotic duo either...they never sit still long enough for you to finish their looks. “dunno why y’hate half ‘n half so much either. he’s not a bad kid, he’s just got a bad fuckin’ attitude and a weird way of approaching things sometimes.”

mouth opening and closing, you don’t bother to argue with bakugou anymore— for he’s already leaning back in his chair to get some shut eye before the show. you hate that he’s right, that he makes you see how illogical it is for you to hold such a grudge against shouto todoroki...but you can’t seem to help it, a burning rage simmering underneath your skin every time the red and white haired male so much as breathes near you. you don’t dwell on the thought however, your magic hands and work was needed elsewhere, so you drift off deeper into the dressing room to try and pin down sero and kaminari for their stage makeup.

about five minutes before the stage, the CEO of your company, fierce wings entertainment — keigo takami, otherwise known as hawks, swings by the boys’ dressing room for a last minute pep talk. all six of the artists you work for gather in a circle around their boss, energy flowing and hearts racing at the thought of being able to sing their hearts out on stage for their fans. “try not to overwork yourselves on stage today, kids,” hawks starts sternly, looking each of the boys in their eye. “we’re jettin’ off to the states for biggest show of your lives tomorrow. the jingle ball. so imma need all of you in tip top shape!”

“yes sir!”

keigo grips the boys by their shoulders, shaking them a little more to emphasise his point. “it doesn’t matter if you don’t bank a music show win today, we’re onto bigger and better things right now.”

“we’ll still aim for a top spot, we didn’t work this hard for nothin’!” sero quips proudly, and denki throws a thumbs up into the circle in agreement.

deku nods too, seemingly shaking the sleep out of his eyes to psych himself up too. “we’ll try our best hawks-san! we won’t let you down!”

the energy is flowing, excitement trickling into the idol group and you stand on the sidelines— wishing so badly be a part of something like this too. kirishima puts his closed fist into the circle for a fist bump, boosting all of XHEROEZ’s morale for the show. “we got this guys, just remember,” he winks, showing off his toothy smile. “we can’t lose as much energy as todoroki, not when he doesn’t have any to begin with!”

the quick roast to todoroki is harmless and seems to send the group into a frenzy of happy and nerve calming laughter— just what they needed, although you don’t miss the way todoroki himself scoffs as the boys do their best not to ruffle his perfectly crimped hair. with a quick thanks from hawks and a congratulations for their hard work, XHEROEZ is ushered onto a stage with an audience of screaming fans waiting to hear their newest title track.

you watch them effortlessly perform their choreo and carry their vocals over the monitor in the dressing room, swallowing to keep the green eyed monster of jealously down in the pits of your stomach. that should be you, you should be up there on stage with hundreds of people screaming your name but instead, you’re here with a stupid broken body that won’t move the way it used to and a broken heart that just isn’t in your dreams anymore.

the boys are all perfect, moving in harmony and your heart jumps as todoroki takes over the screen, heavenly voice dancing through the speakers and taking you right to heaven. you hate that he’s so perfect, so flawless without even having gone to rehearsals. you hate him, you hate him, you—!

“you’re still up to the challenge in the states, right?” hawks interrupts your self-destructive and chaotic train of thoughts, a hand on your shoulder as he comes to join you watch the performance. “america is a whole new playing field for these boys, it’ll be nothing morning like back home.”

keeping your eyes on the monitor, you nod, not wavered by the blonde’s words. “yeah i am,” your voice doesn’t waver, but your face twists when todoroki appears on screen again. “i hope you’re not doubting me, keigo, sir.”

he chuckles in response. “no, never,” he’s not looking at you, but you can tell that keigo is amused. out of every artist and member of staff at fast wings entertainment— you had been with the company the longest and had shown your loyalty to him through the highest of highs and lowest of lows. he understood you, understood how you struggled when you couldn’t debut due to your injury and how it was to sit on the sidelines and watch everything you’ve ever planned for yourself be lived out by someone else. “i’m glad you stayed on with us...even after your injury. i really appreciate everything you’ve done for this company and for these boys. they’d both be nothing without you.”

your leg throbs at the mention of your injury but when you spare a glance at hawks, his head is tipped back and eyes are closed with his infectious grin. “yanno, shouto kinda reminds me of you in some ways. especially as a trainee,” hawks says quietly, patting your shoulder again. “he’s a perfectionist, don’t ya know?”

hawks leaves you then for an incoming phone call, something about the flights for tomorrow and you scoff to yourself, finding the fact hard to believe.

you and shouto todoroki were nothing alike.

how could you be? when his idol group was bringing back a sixth award for their comeback while you were just their lowly makeup artist.

you do rise to the challenge hawks had set for you, but almost thirty minutes late.

hitting snooze on your alarm at the start of one of the biggest weeks of your career had almost cost you a flight from japan to the US to help the boys perform at jingle bell— and now after a fight with your luggage and an angry phone call to your taxi driver, you were rushing through the airport to meet up with the rest of the team taking XHEROEZ abroad to perform. with a text to hawks you’d located the group just outside of a coffee shop, decked out in masks and shades to hide the identities of the idols as they lounge about and wait for their early morning flight.

relieved that you haven’t missed anything, you rush over, tailed by your stupid two-wheel suit case which bumps the back of your sneakers every once in a while. you look down to fix the damn thing when you suddenly collide with a warm wall of flesh— an even warmer, almost scalding liquid seeping through the fabric of your shirt but for some reason you find that you’re moving to apologise first.

“i’m sorry—“ that is until you look up. grey and cerulean eyes bore deep into your own while the green eyed beast of jealousy makes its home in your chest cavity— pressed up against bare bone and your slippery organs as they struggle to let the oxygen rattle through you. “shouto.”

the apologetic tone in your voice falls flat as you realise the dual toned idol was the culprit of bumping into you, dumping his sticky early morning latte loaded with sugar and cream and all sorts of syrups all over you. you see a smirk twist on his lips, just barely indicated by the quirk in the corner of his mouth and it makes you vibrate with a flash of red, in the shade of rage. you hate him.

“watch where you’re going,” todoroki says cool and collected, he utters your name once before bringing his cup to his lips— seemingly having saved half of his drink from ending up on you. “wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

it takes all of your strength and the will to keep your job to stop yourself from knocking out the idol group member. “you should watch it,” comes your malicious snarl, that only serves to fuel the kind of hold todoroki has over you. he stands up, straightening his back as he towers over you and hums with disinterest— as if your little interaction is entertaining him while it serves to piss you off more.

“why? i’m the one with an insured face. you’re the one with a job to do.”

god, that lazy cocky bastard was going to make you lose it.

mimicking his stance, you too straighten your back and puff out your chest a little bit, steeling your eyes as you counter him with your own argument. “well I’d be able to do that job if you weren’t always running late you little—“

“there you two are! we were beginning to think you were late!” your arrival to the scene is noticed by the sweetheart, deku, first and you smile brightly— or as best as you can— while he approaches, watching his own corner of his lips quirk down to a frown when he senses the tension between you and his bandmate. “oh.”

yeah, oh.

todoroki shrugs, seemingly more interested in bothering a tired bakugou than a tired you and fucks off elsewhere, leaving hanta to your rescue. god bless him and the baby wipes he’s being made to hold in his carry on. hawks gives a quick briefing of the days schedule when everyone is finally gathered together, yawns interjecting his fast paced speech as he does so. “there’s gonna be very little time between landing, checking in and sound check so be sure to eat up on the plane. use the company card.” his words only earning groans from the idols and their team.

“but plane food sucks,” kaminari whines, the only way you could tell it was him was from the signature twang in his voice fans seemed to love— for a black baseball cap covers his electric yellow hair. the sub vocalist flings himself over bakugou, amber irises swirling with fake tears as he begs the other blonde to do something about their brutal schedule.

sneering with annoyance, bakugou can’t help but agree. “we gotta find time to eat, boss. denki’s brain won’t last that long.”

“hey!”

“i’ll treat you to room service when we land, team dinner after rehearsals. is that a deal?” the CEO taps his bottom lip, grinning when everyone nods in agreement. “don’t forget, we’ll be vlogging the experience for the XHEROEZ youtube channel. feel free to record whenever you’re ready. cameras are on jirou, okay guys?” another nod from the idols.

all except for todoroki.

you don’t even have to be near him to feel the annoyance radiation’s from his body— hearing it in the scoff he lets out and the way kirishima’s sneakers scuff against the squeaky clean airport floor as he pushes the red head away, the rapper claiming that vlogging could be pretty fun. another way to connect with their fans.

rolling your eyes, you cross your sticky coffee glazed arms. “of course he wouldn’t wanna film,” your cool gaze meets shouto’s from between your fellow coworkers and the idols you work for, he shivers as if he’s gotten frost bite but you don’t break eye contact— elbowing katsuki to deliver the rest of your joke. “he’s too lazy to keep up with his usual schedule,”

the boys let out a chorus of ooo’s, deku swatting you for your words, kirishima pouting with his arms protectively around the aforementioned male while sero and kaminari burst into a fit of laughter— you barely gauge a reaction from their leader, who shakes his head at your antics. you would have taken this a win against your sworn enemy, but hawks quickly brings you all together for your flight leaving at terminal three and the cameras follow— given out to each of the boys and shouto’s on screen personality begins to shine while you make your way through.

you hate that, how easily he switches from being disinterested in his life, his career, to being so alluring— dishing out fan service left and right. it was hard for you to process, how fake his emotions seem towards the very people that let him live out his dreams. todoroki shared the camera with his green haired band mate, filling the device with clips of cute expressions and asking one another about the upcoming trip— which you ignore in favour of accepting your board pass as members of staff hand them out.

“so, who has the pleasure of sitting next to me?” you coo, checking over your plane ticket for your seat number before you tuck it into your passport.

husky laugher echoes in your right ear, hanta rubbing your shoulder warmly. “heh, well about that…” he trails off, barely whispering your name.

you squint. “what about it, hanta?”

the group of performers fall silent, no one wanting to own up to the games they’d played behind your back. “well you see,” eijirou buts in next after a prompt elbow in the ribs, turning to you with his signature sharp toothed smile. “you snore on the plane and…”

“we need to get a lot of rest for this flight…” izuku chimes in next, ever so sweet— his sunspot freckles stamped over the red hue on his cheeks making it hard to stay mad at him as he guides you onto the plane— shielding you from possible crazed fans even though it should be the other way around. as big as they were, private flights weren’t so affordable to the group yet so first class had to do for now, meaning odd encounters like this, even as security staff but in however. “so we…”

“oi dipshit!” seemingly having had enough of the prolonged explanation his band mates are giving you, your long time friend and rapper katsuki throws you an amused chuckle from over his shoulder. you’ll never get over how foul mouthed he is for an idol. “they played rock, paper, scissors t’see who’d sit next t’ya on the plane, ‘cause truth be told no one wants ta! you snore like a bitch.”

you gasp, nose scrunching as denial weaves its way into your voice. “i do not!”

“you do!” the members of XHEROEZ chorus, making you huff and cross your arms.

“you all suck.” comes your petulant retort. well deserved you might add, as it turns out, shouto todoroki had drawn the short end of the stick and you too— for you would both be seat mates for the next eleven and a half hours.

“don’t sleep on me.” the dual haired boy snarls as he throws his carry on into the overhead cabin, taking up the last space on your side. you shoot him a nasty glare, one that could have put him six feet under if only it could kill.

“don’t lose Rock Paper Scissors next time, asshole.”

———

arriving in the states did not go as smoothly as planned, which definitely caused your boss, keigo, some stress.

the fans in america are much more rowdy than those back home— of course all fan bases love the boys equally as much, but there were so many screams and attempts for signatures from the boys had put a little dent in the schedule as security had taken a while to help the team through the uncontrollable waves of people. it takes an extra hour to get through customs, there’s traffic between the airport and the hotel and another swarm as sleek black cars carrying japan’s most treasured idols slip through the main city of NYC to get to their hotel.

the boys, they love the attention, however— getting to greet their fans from another country is surreal and meaningful to them and the smiles never leave their faces all the way through check-in. after that, bags are dumped in rooms and they along with security and their CEO head to madison square garden for a rehearsal and to meet other artists part of the line up for this year. the rest of the staff, makeup artists and stylists, are free to roam the hotel until they get back.

a room in a five star hotel is not a luxury you could afford on your own, even with the salary you earn from working with one of the world’s biggest boy groups— the four digit numbers in your bank account wouldn’t even begin to cover the cost of the high thread count imported sheets that were neatly spread across the bed you would be staying in for the next few nights. you’d never been in a place as pretty as this, just walking through the reception as your jaw locked lower than usual, especially with the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers hanging above your head every ten steps. marble arches up high, accented by potted plants you’ve read help improve air quality, staff members and hotel clerks stop you every once in a while to offer you complimentary drinks and candy and you can’t help but be in awe.

you could never afford a place like this on your own and the very fact almost stings.

fuck it, it does sting.

because if you had made it as an idol, you would have been leading a life like this— where jetting off to new locations to perform and staying in hotels that cost more than your yearly rent for just one night would be the norm for you. you wouldn’t ever take opportunities like this for granted, counting them as blessings. but you’re here, on a job as a makeup artist and this could never just have been the result of your own hard work towards your dream. so instead, you fiddle with the tinsel taped to the underside of the desk at reception as you ask the clerk behind it whether or not the hotel does room service.

you hear him say ‘yes’ under the faint sound of christmas music played on a piano and head back upstairs to your floor, deciding to unwind and relax before your week gets too hectic. getting back to your room, you order a big american cheeseburger and fries to pair, deciding to take a hot shower to wash off the grime from your flight while you wait. the overwhelming scent of coconut milk and orchids do enough to melt the bad feelings from your brain too.

you’re halfway through throwing on a complimentary cotton robe when voices can be heard behind your door and you almost think it’s your room service order already.

“that rehearsal was complete shit,” you hear a familiar gruff voice call through your door— placing it as none other than katsuki bakugou’s, which means the boys must be back by now.

kaminari speaks next, tone mocking and playful. “s’only cause sho couldn’t follow the music, his rhythm was completely off!”

“because someone made me sit next to that god awful makeup artist of ours, i couldn’t concentrate because i barely got any sleep!” his voice seeps into the conversation buzzing between the members of XHEROEZ. it was common knowledge to anyone that neither of you liked each other, the rivalry you had seeming more one-sided on your end more than anything— but the way todoroki speaks about you now is more malicious than anything you’ve ever heard. cruel and uncaring, and it makes your stomach twist to know that he really just doesn’t like you.

the voices agree, sure your snoring is loud— they say— but they don’t think you’re god awful, they like you and that’s okay. it’s okay. at least the other boys like you, right? but todoroki doesn’t stop there, as they get closer, he only seems to grow hotter, angrier as he talks about you— a stark contrast to his cool and collected nature around you usually. “they’re so loud and inconsiderate of their noise, not to mention how they’re always picking a useless fight with me.” shouto might as well be singing his hatred towards you, mean and fervent words sewn together like lyrics to a song.

“don’t you think you’re being a little harsh? they do a lot for us, a little snoring can be ignored right?” god bless eijirou kirishima, for he defends you without a trace of doubt and your heartbeat picks up as you begin to lean against the door, waiting for todoroki to answer. why do you even care for what he has to say about you? you have no idea.

“not in the slightest,” the younger, dual haired idol retorts venomously, as if talking good about you leaves a bad taste in his mouth. they’re all right outside your door now and you can see the weight of someone you assume to be todoroki’s palm resting against your locked door handle— he hasn’t noticed yet and the other idols seem to warn him of that. deku softly reminds him that this isn’t his room, sero too but he’s too wrapped up in bitching about you to care. “what good have they done for me? if anything, my being an idol— us being idols, provided them with a job. not the other way around—!”

todoroki presses down on the handle again and you choose that exact moment to open the door, letting him stumble into your room— his last words being your final straw. your job, be it as it may, not what you wanted to do with your life...was a result of nobody else’s hard work but your own. you were the one that had gotten you this far, you had no help, you did it all on your own and god damn anyone who said your efforts were useless. you were proud of what you had achieved but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to hear someone else say you were practically worth nothing.

so you hoped it hurt shouto todoroki more to come face first with the ground while you towered over him.

the boys gasp, standing crowded around the door with sheepish expressions and apologies ready on the tips of their tongues but they all cease one they realise the force of your rage is directed at their vocalist instead of them.

“fuck,” todoroki says your name, no more than a whisper under his breath while his cool toned eyes gaze up into yours with something you can’t quite place, something that looks like remorse. “how...how much of that did you hear?”

when you gaze down at the idol, you notice the way he speaks to you slowly and the shine of his insured and shiny pink glossed lips as if to distract you with what his fans might like— as if you’re to be swayed by something like that when those same lips utter such poisonous and mean spirited words. you wonder what his fans would think if they heard shouto talk like that.

“you should be more careful with how loud you speak in public hotels like this,” you keep your voice even, don’t let your emotions slip through the cracks, not sadness and certainly not joy when you see todoroki’s bottom lip quiver nervously. “you wouldn’t want to get caught in an idol scandal, would you? you never know who’s listening.”

both todoroki and his band mates are left gobsmacked, perhaps they had been expecting a larger reaction out of you but you choose not to give either the satisfaction— slamming the door shut just within an inch of shouto’s fingers and sliding down the door to catch your breath, soothe your heartache before it starts.

the next time someone appears at your door, you wait for them to call room service before you let them in.

———

“what am i doing here again?”

you yawn, rubbing your eyes as a woollen hat not belonging to you is tugged over your head. bakugou tsks, standing half a head taller than you while he wraps you in a scarf. the other members of XHEROEZ are in similar states, yawning with their noses tucked into the fabric of their clothes to fight off the biting cold running through the new york air.

“is there something on the schedule that i missed? thought today was our day off.”

bakugou sniffs once, satisfied with his work. “s’not on the schedule. the boys and i are taking you out today,” you quirk a brow and he elaborates. “as an apology.”

flickering your stare elsewhere, you try not to think about the little show from last night or the awful words that trickled underneath your hotel room door. “for bitchin’?” the colour in your eyes finds izuku goofing off with todoroki and kaminari for their vlog and you see how seamless their bond is, something you craved for— to be part of a team like this.

“f’bitchin’, was todoroki’s idea.”

the blonde leader doesn’t say much more as the cars arrive and security loads each of the boys into them in groups of three. you end up with katsuki, sero and todoroki and the drive was as awkward as you could probably guess. apparently at the dinner you’d skipped last night, the boys found out from hawks about your failed idol career and how it landed you a job in the same industry that failed to look after you and catapult you towards your dreams, they’d learned that without you hawks’ entertainment company would have nothing but a bad reputation and bankruptcy— you were one of the reasons they were even able to debut along with their senior artists and trainees.

so taking you out for the day, to experience this new city and live the idol life for just a day was their way of showing appreciation and despite it being shouto’s idea, he makes no efforts to actually apologise to you— in fact, he avoids you for the whole day. he separates from the rest of the group when you guys wonder through the art exhibits at the gagosian gallery while you goof off with the others, taking silly videos on the camera’s jirou had assigned them. you felt bad that she’d spend hours scrubbing you out of the footage to make sure you couldn’t be seen or spark any fan-theories on who that person was or were the boys dating? however it was more fun to cause chaos amongst the fanbase.

todoroki does the same when XHEROEZ gets a private session at the ice rink by the rockerfeller centre— shut down to the public only because of the weight of their fame and their dazzling smiles. kirishima’s shaky grip on the camera showcases the atrocious figure skating skills of his band mates, midoriya stumbles a little too much on the picks of his skates— stabilised by your arm while katsuki glides right across the ice as if he was born to. he could be a skater in his next life, hanta too but they both twirl a little too much and end up on their butts once they collide. kaminari chokes on his laughter and shouto missed out yet again.

in fact the only time you do bump into the dual haired idol is on your way out of the bathroom— a smile spread wide across your frost tinted cheeks because this is the most fun you’ve had in such a long time, not having to worry about the doubt on your mind...but then.

then seeing him, seeing shouto and his blank face, the lack of remorse or feeling in his cerulean and cloudy grey eyes brings it all back. how cold he acts towards you brings your walls back up and your happiness back down and even though this is his way of apologising, you don’t really feel that much better at all.

his words from the night before ringing in your head.

‘that god awful makeup artist of ours,’

'what good have they done for me?’

blinking, you don’t even realise how much time has passed and how long you’ve been focused on todoroki’s words for— frowning at yourself for focusing on him on the day that’s supposed to be about you. yourself, XHEROEZ and their security huddle around each other, in line for your first taste of american street food from a polite vendor— you let sero place an order for you, while you keep your gaze set on the landscape of New York City. the snow here is different to that of japan, it’s heavy and thick. rough as it falls and bites at your nose and cheek, coating cars and sky scrapers alike and drowning it in freezing white blankets. looking up to the sky you see nothing but familiar shades of deep grey for miles, it’s almost claustrophobic how much snow there is— like you’re trapped in a snow globe being turned upside down, shaking you from your comfort and throwing your emotions about the place.

beyond the puffs of your warm breath into the sub-freezing air, you notice a group of girls peering curiously at your group as they debate on the toppings to go on their hot dogs from the vendor. you smile, jutting your elbow into the puffy torso of midoriya ( layered up in some designer jacket you have no doubt bakugou told him to wear ). “you’ve got fans deku,” you say wistfully.

“hm? oh—oh!” the poor green haired bab almost drops his heated treat when he whips over to look at you.

“you should go say hi, it would make their day,” shrugging as you suggest it, deku looks down to you with a small frown, sauce on his freckled upper lip. “what?”

curls bounce as he shakes his head, littered with snowflake crystals. “n-nothing! it’s just that...if i go say hi, the others will want to as well, and then you’ll be left alone. with todoroki no doubt...he’s not one for these kinds things…”

ah. there it is.

“go say hi izuku, i can manage grumpy vocalist number two for a while.” you assure him, but it doesn’t seem to work and by now his band mates have noticed the shy group of fans a little further down the sidewalk.

“h-he’s not that bad yanno, not as bad as you think,” deku nudges the arm of your jacket just as todoroki approaches you both— leaving you alone with him and the snow to go make his fans’ day, their Christmas no doubt.

then there’s silence, an odd sense of New York City quiet— accompanied by people barking down the phone to colleagues and the honk of city traffic, a soundtrack to the city you reside in for a few days. one that’ll soon be filled with the cheers of XHEROEZ lovers across the state, maybe even the country and quite possibly the world. it’s just you and todoroki now, standing together awkwardly, listening to the world around you as you watch his friends interact with the people who appreciate them the most.

kirishima takes pictures with a few of the girls, kaminari doing his best to thank them while izuku insists they be in the little vlog. bakugou and sero manage a conversation in English, both having gone to international schools before becoming idols.

you take a chance and look up to shouto who stands beside you, snowflakes caught in the unfair length of his lashes, sitting high on his slightly scarred cheekbone that his fans still adore despite not knowing where it came from or how he got it. you won’t ask and it’s part of his charm, you guess. “you should be over there, with them.” comes your voice, hushed against the bustling city.

“i’m not one for fan service,”

you scoff, knowing just how todoroki acted on stage and on camera. not one for fan service your ass. “liar.” liar, pants on fire. you finish the rest in your head, knowing he’d tease you for being childish.

“you’re right,” he hums under his breath, turning to look at you with his hands in his pockets. “i lied because you wouldn’t be able to handle their reactions if i did go over there and give them the fan service they’re after. i know you hate it when i do it.”

how did he—? were you that obvious with your dislike for him?

“you must hate your fans then,”

“oh no, quite the contrary. i only save hatred for one special person,” todoroki jests, at least you think he’s joking when he pulls his hands out of his pockets to salute you before joining the rest of his idol group standing with the girls. for once, he hadn’t said something mean when opening his mouth to speak to you and for once you find a coy smile on your lips at this fact. maybe shouto todoroki truly was apologetic for what he had said about you yesterday, and perhaps if things kept going like this, you would be able to forgive him.

it was a step in the right direction.

with newfound, better spirits, you munch on your greasy american treats with the security guards while the boys do their thing, scrolling through your phone and not even noticing that one of the girls has approached you.

you only do so when she grips your wrist, eyes boring deep into your soul— nails almost digging into your flesh.

“uh—excuse me?”

“you should stay away from them, XHEROEZ.” her tone is adamant, clearly a crazed fan as she steps into your personal space just a little more. “they don’t need some chick like you getting in the way of their career and ruining their success.”

security steps forward to separate you from the girl but you hold a hand up behind you— thinking that you could maybe talk her down. “l-listen, i just work for them? i’m not,” her nails dig deeper into your flesh and you gasp. “i-i’m not going to ruin anything!”

“stay away from them, stay away from todoroki.” she threatens again, shaking your entire body just from her grip on your wrist and of course she’s one of his stupid little fans— if you coild even call her that. she grabs at you again but this time you flinch out of fear, worried for an impact that may never come. “you’ll get him into a scandal!” her mouth almost froths.

her hero, her idol— shouto todoroki pulls you away from her before that happens. “i think your behaviour could get me into an even bigger scandal than my makeup artist could.” he grits his teeth, getting his bodyguards to pull the girl away from you completely— hissing at them to do their damn jobs to protect you as well as them. she was sure to get blacklisted.

“t-todoroki! i’m your biggest fan! i was just taking my care of this for you—“ she exclaims, thinking her idol would be impressed but the girl’s face, one stricken with awe for the man she’d only ever seen on screen, drops as shouto turns against her, defending you with waves of heat running off of his body into the crisp air.

“you’re not a true fan if you think harassing my staff is the way to go. back off.” todoroki keeps his voice even and polite, dragging you away from the girl as he lets security deal with her. the idol looks at you again, his eyes flash with hostility again— at you, or the girl you have no idea why but it seems whatever fleeting truce you had gone with the wind.

your day out ends here, a chill in your bones at todoroki defending you, at a girl almost clawing your face off. not a word is uttered about it until you’re back at the hotel and hawks has the pr team back in Japan sweep the incident clean off of the Internet.

when you go to bed that night, you can’t get that look on shouto’s face out of your mind— trying to figure out if you should hate that he protected you or feel apologetic instead.

on the day of the show you remain a muddle of emotions— conflicted as to how you should feel about shouto todoroki.

he was an enigmatic spider with a complex web of emotions that you couldn’t seem to understand. did he hate you? did he respect you? the lines had blurred more and more over the course of this trip to the point where your brain throbbed just thinking about shouto todoroki— seeing him as more than just a personal projection of your failures. seeing him as a whole person versus the fraction that made you hate him.

could even say that you hated him now?

you shake the thought from your frazzle mind in order to finish setting up the rest of your kits, shades of foundation and eye shadows already spread across the vanity in the backstage area the staff at the jingle ball had prepared for you. the boys tumble out of rehearsals shortly after, high on the energy they feel from being on stage and performing— even if it was just for sound check. they practically glow under the white tinted artificial light up above and you know that their sheer joy will make your job very easy tonight.

XHEROEZ will be performing a six song set with a range of concepts, so you decide to go with something personal for each of the boys— drafting out the looks in your notebook prettily until you jump at the sound of a furious hawks’ voice.

“whaddya mean you don’t know where shouto todo-fuckin’-roki is?” the ends of the blonde’s words are clipped, the vein on his forehead pulsing with irritation— the tips of his ears flaring bright red and the CEO looks as if all of his feathers have been ruffled right down to the core. kirishima stands opposite him, face guilty and crimson eyes turned towards the floor while his band mates look on in shock. “anyone got any clue as t’where that brat might be?”

and of course, the man you feel so torn over is missing on one potentially the biggest days of his career— an instance that makes your stomach twist with, greed to perform and to have what he has bleed green into your guts in the shade of feverish jealousy. “i-i’m sorry boss,” eijirou close to whines, the ecstatic energy that had been building up in his body slowly trickling out. the room cools with the sudden dampening in the air and hawks pinches the bridge of his nose, waiting for the rapper to continue. “i woke him up just before we left! he said he was comin’ but i thought he was taking the other car today, so i didn’t push—!”

“‘course that kid sleeps in.” the boss’ shoulders drop with his sharp inhale of breath as his yellow gaze shoots to you and you curse when he utters your full name. “you’re up, can you grab todoroki from the hotel for me?”

“but why me?” you whine like a child at the thought of seeing him again. “why not someone else—?”

keigo sighs, patience running thin. with you, with everyone in the room and the selfishness of XHEROEZs’ vocalist. “you’re the only artist that has their station set up, we need all the managers and staff here to finish getting set up for the show that starts in four hours,” your boss is getting even more pissed off the more he reasons with you and you feel like the more he talks, the less choice you have.

in the end, you agree to go, with an hour to travel to the hotel and back— you manage to get up to todoroki’s hotel room, banging down on the door while his manager waits outside in a sleek black car. the drive had taken a little over half an hour, with a light stream of traffic settling through New York City due to the settling snow— so there wasn’t much time left to wake up the seemingly sleeping dual haired idol, and banging on the door wasn’t working out for you now. shoving your hand into your pocket, you pull out the keycard kirishima had given you— since the two were sharing a room and force your way in.

todoroki shouldn’t look like an angel while he’s asleep.

despite the mess of the room, in his place in his bed todoroki is illuminated by the bright and natural light shining through the curtain— his red and white locks are spread messily across his expensive pillows, cherry lips parted gently at he snores quietly into the room. he looks so pretty, so pretty you almost don’t even want to wake him up but he has a job to do, people counting on him for one of the biggest nights of the year. people are counting on you to get him there. in three short strides, you cross the room and reach the idol’s bed before attempting to shake him awake.

“todoroki, todoroki!” you hiss lowly, still quiet as if not to wake him when it’s essentially your major goal. shouto groans lightly, akin to a child trying to hide from their mom rousing them from their sleep. you try again and he turns away from you, only causing your irritation to spike. “shouto! wake the fuck up!”

he blinks, once, twice.

and then he sees you.

pretty face twisted into a scowl, hair out of place ever so slightly— brows furrowed and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is. “what?”

“w-what? wh-whaddya mean what?” you gasp, suddenly flustered as you realise how close you are to shouto, so close you can feel his breath on your skin and you topple backwards onto his bed— knees hitting the comforter glossed with his scent. peppermint candy-canes. “do you have any idea what time it is? how late you are? what were you even doing?”

“sleeping.” obviously.

todoroki’s lips quirk up into an amused smirk. you’re cute when you’re angry and bitter, even cuter when he’s sliding out of bed shirtless and you have no choice but to look at his toned dancer’s body— going from roaring at him like a pissed off wildcat to trembling like a little kitten. “sleeping? you’re due to perform at the Madison Square Garden in literally three hours and you were sleeping?” you squeak, chucking a shirt at him amidst your panic and throwing a bag together full of shoutou’s belongings he might need for after the show. “this is a career changing moment! life changing even! and you were about to sleep right through it—!”

“alright,” the idol cuts through your words as a messy mop of candy cane hair pops through his grey-blue cotton shirt— you note that it matches his eyes. roughly. “relax, i get it. i’m awake now, we won’t be late.”

something about the nerveless echo to todoroki’s voice is what tips you over the edge, setting off your fuse. “you know this is about more than just you right? there are fans counting on you, people waiting for you..” whirling around, the words are spat out through gritted teeth, accompanied by your narrowed eyes and an even deeper scowl. “oversleeping? that's just—it’s just irresponsible!”

todoroki doesn’t like that, how you suddenly switch on him— attacking him just millimetres from where his heart is, where his fans and career lie. “you’re calling me irresponsible? after you almost got yourself attacked by fans the other day?” he snarls back, making you freeze. making you gasp.

your movements pause as you throw open his hotel curtains, expanding the slit of white light that leaks into the room—he had protected you and now he was blaming you? the room is flooded with blaring white from the heavy layers of snow outside, blanketing the city in shades of crisp eggshell, dotting car tops and skyscrapers and sidewalks. the whole city is a city of snow. you can feel the chill draft seeping through the seal of the windows, stinging your fingertips and your cheeks until you have to be yanked away from the cold before it seeps into your bones.

“it’s cold,” todoroki growls into the shell of your ear, arms wrapped around your middle as he pulls you away. “you should be careful.” there’s a beat of silence where you’re both entranced by the snow falling from up above, shouto slowly letting you go and pulling his warmth away from you with it. “you’re an idiot,”

he says softly as your phone buzzes with a text message from shouto’s manager outside, there’s a light blizzard coming, stay indoors. it says.

so you don’t bother to move.

———

fifteen minutes later and shouto wanders out of the shower in an even more sour mood than before, sweats hanging low on his taut waist as water droplets cascade down his milky skin and drip from his two toned hair, illuminated by the white sky outside.

the entire duration of his shower, you’d spent sitting on his bed with your gaze fixated on the snowy view— trying to come up with alternative methods to get back to the venue with the time you have left, which is just under three hours at this point. you’d promised hawks you’d have todoroki back within one. while shouto moves about the room, presumably getting dressed, your phone pings with a message from katsuki— no doubt bored while he gets his hair done for the show.

blonde brat - 7:52PM: you got that half n half asshole yet?

you - 7:55PM: peppermint gremlin secured!!

blonde brat - 7:57PM: thank fuck. get back here.

tucking away your phone with a heavy sigh, you turn back to todoroki who’s flicking through his own device— perhaps checking his Twitter account or the weather as well. “i’ve been trying to figure out a way for us to get to MSG through the weather, i think if we—“

“i don’t care. just get us there.” he snaps in response, face falling the more he scrolls through his phone— he looks to you then, your brow raised and unimpressed and rolls his eyes. “gonna scold her for being irresponsible and inconsiderate too? my shower was cold, don’t expect me to be all fine and dandy.”

“you can just take a warm shower, when we get to the venue of course. don’t be a sourpuss,” you chuckle and try not to look while todoroki puts his phone down to tug on a thicker sweater, his abs rippling as he works. “we’re gonna bundle up extra warm and take an uber down there, if we leave while the snow is light we could probably make it—“

todoroki sucks his teeth, looking at you as if you were stupid. “have you seen the weather reports? i’m not going out in that. it’ll get worse.”

“that’s why we should leave now, while the snow is light and so you don’t have to disappoint your thousands of adoring fans,” you counter, rendering the idol temporarily silent as he rolls his eyes at you and finishes off getting ready. however, you end up being the disappointed one when you realise there aren’t any ubers or bolts available in your area. “you know what? we might have to walk it,” you say quietly as you make your way over to the door, pushing down on the handle and frowning when the door won’t budge. “what the hell?”

now fully dressed, the dual haired idol joins you at the door, still in a sour mood as he gives the door a push as well— grunting when it doesn’t open. “we’re not doing that— push harder.”

“i am!” you whine. “we need to leave if we're going to get there on time.”

“no you’re not, push again.”

you’re both fighting the door, trying to get out of the hotel room— banging on it with your shoulders and using all of your body weight to get through until the complimentary phone starts to ring shrilly from across the room. todoroki moves to answer, leaving you to struggle with the handle a little more.

‘dear guest, due to the unfortunate bad weather— our electronic keycard systems controlled by online software are currently down. we advise you to remain calm in your rooms while we manually unlock these doors.’

well fuck.

with the systems down, there’s effectively no way for you and todoroki to escape the hotel room— trapped together in an enclosed space with your impatience and frustrations rising.

it doesn’t help that the power completely goes out as well.

———

without power, the pair of you set up some of the scented candles hotel staff are passing under the doors to keep everyone warm— since it’s only a matter of time before the heating systems go down too. todoroki ignores you for the most part, giving you a cold shoulder chillier than the snow storm building up outside, so you use the peace in the room to send out texts to hawks and the other staff members, letting them know that you won’t be able to make it back in time for the show— your battery dies halfway through responding to bakugou.

“this is all your fault,” you say, nose tipped up like a snooty child and todoroki finally pays you some attention, expression confused as you speak to him. “if you hadn’t been so selfish, followed your schedule like everybody else! we wouldn’t have been in this mess. if we had just left when the snow was light like i said we should, we would have been there by now!”

shouto huffs, setting his phone down calmly while his face flashes with the flames of anger. “it wouldn’t have mattered what time we left, with this snow we wouldn’t even have a show! and i’m allowed to be selfish— to want to rest when i’m overworked. i needed the rest, so just can it, okay?”

you don’t understand, his argument is weak. today, this show, it isn’t just about him— there’s no room to be selfish like this in a team full of other people reaching for the stars— launching themselves into space to touch their dreams. it makes you sick to your stomach, the way he thinks— like everything is all about him. “your fans needed you!” you all but scream, voice tearing through the silence in the room— the volume and angry colour to your voice surprising you both. “god just...just give me your charger so i can get my phone back and call someone to fix this within the next two hours.”

“i don’t have it.” he blinks.

and you blink back. “what do you mean you don’t have it?”

“kirishima took it with him.” todoroki says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “where’s yours?”

“at the venue. the one we’re supposed to be at right now, idiot!”

“well then who’s the idiot now?”

you think that this is your last straw, throwing your phone onto todoroki’s bed with so much force that it bounces back up like the rage you feel brewing deep inside you to hit the idol all at once. “you know what? you know what todoroki?” you’re sure that in this moment you must look a picture of insanity to him, eyes twitching, face scrunched up in anger but you don’t care— throwing out all your inner thoughts and insecurities onto him. “you’re the laziest, most insensitive, piece of shit asshole i’ve ever met. people out there are counting on you, want to see you, want to be you and here you are lazing about because you must not give a shit about anyone aside from yourself.”

“god,” you continue, throwing your hand up in the air— irked by his silence. “you really don’t care, do you? you’re probably not even in it for your fans, but for the money and the fame and not what it means to be a true idol—!”

“are you done now?” the dual haired male cuts through your speech like ice through a water surface— his eyes frozen over, showing no emotion even if your words might have gotten to him. “you like to act like you’re above me…” he says your name so icily that you flinch as if a shard as nicked your skin. “but really you’re just as bad as me, picking on the idol you work for by projecting your insecurities onto him as if i’m some kind of rag doll. i’m everything you’ve ever wanted to be, everything you’ve dreamed of and failed at achieving. it’s pathetic, embarrassing. you failed at becoming an idol, then becoming a choreographer and now. even a makeup artist.”

“you only care because someone else is doing the shit that you can’t. i’m the pathetic one? try being you.”

each one of his words is like a sting to your beating heart, the venom behind them seeping into your veins slowly and poisoning you from the inside out. you refuse to cry in front of him, show him that everything he’s said about you is true and so you swallow the lump in your throat— biting down on your tongue, pushing it all down. it’s not until after everything is said and done that todoroki realises the harshness of what he’s said— reaching out to grab you and apologise as you turn away from him. hurt.

backing into a corner and away from him, the world goes quiet around todoroki as he tries to find the words he needs to make your pain go away. “save it, shouto. use your energy to hope that someone gets us outta here. so you don’t fail like i did.”

neither of you speak after that.

teeth chattering, you desperately try to sink into the warmth of todoroki’s old promotional clothes— the heating having gone out about half an hour ago. he’d looked it up on the internet just before his phone died, how to keep warm without power and most articles suggested layering up and spreading out blankets along the floors. the clothes, despite consisting of itchy fabrics and random stylised holes, carry a comforting scent despite belonging to a man with a frozen heart, you’re at least grateful for that.

“there’s uh, a little warm spot on this side of the room if you’re still cold,” todoroki calls from his own little sanctuary of warmth, as he puts down his guitar— where you’d practically banished him to.

you scowl, bunching up his many jackets and jumpers around you. “could’a mentioned that earlier.” asshole.

you sidle over to his side of the room, hesitantly letting todoroki guide you to a warm spot in the floor where hot water must’ve been running and sigh in relief— you don’t know how long it’ll last but you’ll take what you can get.

“we should probably huddle together—“

“no.” you cut him off.

“—for warmth.” he lifts his arm to invite you underneath the blankets he has and it’s so so tempting, to huddle up beneath them with him and tuck yourself into the comforting scent of todoroki’s chest but you’re scared it won’t be so warm and he won’t be so comforting if you do. “it said so on the thread we read—“

“fine.”

you curl into his firm side, blanket trapping you in against the idol but you don’t dare to move— face stiff against the muscle of his chest while you try to gather every string of warmth from him. it feels weird to be hugging shouto todoroki like this. the red and white haired idol reaches for his guitar again, slowly as if not to disturb you and hesitantly strums the same chords from earlier— as if he was figuring out a melody.

“i didn’t know that you played,” you whisper against the melody, breaking the pin drop silence in the sub zero air. todoroki scribbles something down on a napkin and you gasp. “or wrote.”

he looks down at you, eyes shimmering in the flickering candle light and there’s somewhat of a smile on his face. “there’s a lot you don’t know about me,”

“oh yeah?” you push, sitting up. “like what?”

todoroki pretends to think, brushing his dual tone hair out of his winter eyes before smirking at you mischievously. “i help to write some of the songs bakugou produces, bleaching my hair is never a probably because it’s naturally white, i like cold soba but hate when kirishima cooks it because it’s too bland,” he starts listing those, watching you carefully for a reaction— remembering the facts that make your face twist. “i like living at the dorms because i’m not close with my parents and hardly see my siblings, i get travel sick. my blood type is O, my favourite season is winter, my favourite animal is a snow leopard and i like the colour blue.” he finishes gently, fingers resting against his guitar strings.

“the last ones, you can read those on fan websites, everyone knows those,” you try to act nonchalant as if this isn’t the most todoroki has opened up to you without freezing you out after and he chuckles at your bluntness— tapping his nose.

“but aren’t they more sincere when they’re coming from me?” shouto asks, you can’t tell if he’s being genuine or not— you can’t decipher him at all, it’s like walking through a snowstorm with no clue which way you’re going. his mouth opens and closes as he strums idly, debating on the right words to say without creating a catalyst between you again. “i wanted to apologise,” he begins in a low voice, not looking at you, winter eyes locked away. “for what i said to you earlier, it was harsh and uncalled for. especially with what hawks told me. i know saying sorry doesn’t make it right but i truly mean it.”

your icy heart shakes in your chest, rattling against your ribcage— todoroki, apologising. it melts the outer shell of your heart, warms you up just a touch and you feel the words pouring out of your mouth before you can stop them. “i’m sorry too. you were a little harsh, but right about most things. i’ve failed at most things more than i succeeded and being stuck in one place made me take it out on you,” you take a deep breath and squeeze his arm. “and for that i’m sorry, for putting my disappointments onto you.”

“don’t be disappointed in yourself, you’re not an idol but you’re still in the industry— that in itself is hard enough,” todoroki whispers, squeezing you back in a weird expression of forgiveness.

a melody fills the air, tangled with his perfect soft voice as it dances perfectly with the chords from his guitar— your body sinks into his, relaxing with every sweet note escaping from todoroki’s perfect lips, taking you away from the raging storm outside, bringing you to somewhere warmer, safer.

“what’s your song about?”

“my fans,” todoroki says instantly, continuing to strum his fingers against the strings on his guitar. “my thankfulness towards them. i know that i lack sometimes, that i seem lazy and cold but i do love them. i didn’t want to be an idol, i joined hawks’ company to be a singer and ended up a part of a team.” the song climaxes as your gazes lock, not like any times before where they were full of animosity. this time, they’re tender, gentle. “i can’t let them down, not when they’ve helped me grow so much.”

you sit up, facing the opposite of todoroki as you struggle with your words— realising he’s completely different to the man you hated in your head. “i misjudged you, you’re so good to your fans and team. i’m sure that they love you.”

he only shakes his head fondly, still continuing to fill the space between you with his gentle spoken and meaningful lyrics— pulling you into him like an invisible force of gravity, grabbing you by the shoulders in a warm embrace against the cold frosty weather outside. your skin tingles, hot to the touch as your eyes mirror todoroki’s hooded ones, drawn in by each of his angelic notes while he shows off his vocalist skills. he serenades you, wraps you in all that is him, truly him and before you know it— you’re blindly leaning into the calm storm of shouto todoroki, lips falling against his as the strumming slows until it stops, guitar cast to side as you kiss for the first time.

it’s barely there at first, all most non-existent as your lips glide along todoroki’s— they’re softer than you anticipated, glossed and balmy as they move with your own in delicate lip lock. he’s heated, warmer too as his hands let go of the guitar to cup the curve of your face, tilt it upwards so he can reach deeper into your soul and pour his passion you thought he didn’t have into you. on the contrary, his hands are rough and not perfect like you’d thought, not like the rest of him— his fingertips digging into your cheeks are rough from playing guitar, calloused from what seems like years of practice as he drags you by the waist into his lap to kiss you more, tease you more.

your noses are pressed together, bumping every time you separate for air— chests getting ragged the more your lips touch and tongues slide over their chapped surfaces, your body flames with something new. how does he make you feel like this? your burning hatred simmering on its stove into something sweeter, loving and lustful as todoroki’s tongue is heavy in your mouth but in the nice kind of way, drooling against your own tongue as the kiss becomes more passionate, becomes hungrier like there’s a ravenousness you both have for one another, to be closer and show your true feelings.

“w-what...what are we doing?” you sigh breathlessly, body blossoming and unwinding under shouto’s touch that sears straight through the layers of his clothes that you wear— fingerprints burning your skin at your waist. a blush fans across todoroki’s nose and cheeks, pink and a few shades lighter than his hair as he licks into your mouth with wanton, tugging you this way and that as if your bodies could get any closer. they can’t, it’s impossible but he doesn’t care— angling your head upwards so he can lick at the honey strands of saliva hanging from the roof of your mouth to sedate himself, your sweetness trickling down against his tongue— making his eyes cross and his whole body shake just from kissing you. from kissing you. “s-shouto! what are we—?”

you gasp as he nips your bottom lip, slowly pulling the flesh away from you before pushing you onto your back— following you down and swallowing your nerves whole when your lips meet again, sticky from the spit you’ve swapped, glazed in your honey. “apologising,” he says finally, his own breathing ragged because of you. you have this effect on him. “let me show you how well and truly sorry i am.”

your mind is as frenzied as the snow drowning the city outside when your back hits the blanketed floor, the slopes of todoroki’s face above you are illuminated by warm candle light— burning your insides, leaving you content, leaving you weightless while he toys with the hem of your clothes— stormy eyes searching your own face for consent. you can’t even speak, thoughts racing through your mind, questioning everything. is this truly how he felt about you while you forced your resentment towards him? hated him while he searched for a hand through the blizzard? shouto waits for your word although your body says yes, slipping his hands under your clothes to rub at the flesh of your tummy and sending tingles across the skin.

“okay,” you nod and shouto smiles, so beautifully like a beacon of light amidst the dark stormy sky— you nod again and he tucks his red and white mop of hair against your neck, lips ascending on it thoughtfully, without leaving marks since both of you could get into trouble with the company— but they’re wet on your skin, shivers jumping down the junctions of your spine while shouto’s tongue, hot on your icy flesh licks from your collar bones up to your jugular and ends the shimmering trail of where your neck meets your chin.

how can you imagine what the cold outside feels like when the idol’s large body presses feverishly into yours? you feel his burning desire for him even through the layers of clothes you have on, you let his large palms knead your flesh and push at the expensive fabrics just to feel you more and more. goosebumps rising across your skin at the exposure to cold are are quickly erased by todoroki’s warmth and wherever he touches you, moving down to press kisses along your stomach the more he reveals to the world, helping you sit up to tug off the countless shirts and hoodies you wear once they reach your neck. your chest is his next target, wet tongue dragged from the cliffs of your collar bones to your nipples at attention, calling to him. “you’re so pretty,” he rasps, head laying on your chest, hair tickling your now naked skin and fingertips running up and down your sides. “you’ve always been so pretty, even when you were mad at me, even more so when you were smiling.”

you shudder under his breath that cascades over your skin. “i wonder how you’ll look,” todoroki says, lids growing heavy just by watching you and waiting for your reactions. “when i touch you the way you want, when you give into your deepest desires,” his fingers crawl across your chest to pinch at your nipples, smiling against you when you gasp and choke on air. “when you give in to me,” there’s a husky echo to his voice that you feel vibrate and shoot to your core— distracting you only momentarily from the feeling of his lips encapsulating your right nipple, rolling the hardened bud between rows of perfect teeth. he grunts, large hands spanning out against your stomach when you arch your back into his mouth, pushing you back down onto your makeshift sea of blankets. your face twists in a mix of pleasure and agony— forcing you to lay in place and take what he gives. “patience love, let me take my time with you. we have a lot to make up for,”

“shou—“ you grumble, body flashing with heat that wards off the snowy cold, face even hotter when the dual haired idol pulls away from your saliva slicked chest with wet lips and a haze in your eyes. “please shouto, please—!” you don’t even know what it is that you’re asking for, perhaps begging for his forgiveness so that he’ll touch you, give you more than just his tongue against your ribcage when you arch your back or his lips on your sternum. you need his touch where the fire is brightest, where your need for him is strongest. “shouto!”

“my name on your lips,” he coos quietly, mouth rolling over your unattended nipple while his hand toys with the abandoned one. “do you have any idea what it does to me?” todoroki lays between your parted thighs, pushing his obvious erection right up against the meat of them, causing a whimper to tear in your throat. you’re hit with the realisation that you never really say his name, only a combination of foul words and nicknames when you address him. “i wonder what you’ll sound like when i tend to you between these thighs, make you feel good down there.”

your entire body jolts at his words, thighs locking at the base of his spine, trapping his body against you and todoroki smirks with red cheeks and misted eyes— liking the effect he has on you. “i-if you get to touch me down there, t-then i get to do the same for you,” you’re adamant in what you say, hips lifting to bump against his swelling cock until he falters above you. “right?”

“how could i say no to that?” todoroki grins and you miss his crackle of heat against your body as he pulls back to yank off his shirt, hair flying out of place and milky skin painted with the flavours of a rose once his head pops through. both of your pants go next, todoroki taking his time as he pulls them off of you leg by leg, kissing up from your ankles to your thighs before allowing you to throw his off too. your underwear goes on the same breath.

and then there you are, naked and chest to chest— looking at each other dazed with your ice hearts banging against the ribs in your chest like the shutters against the windows because of the wind. yet the world seems quiet, completely stilled as your hands hesitantly cup the idol’s face to bush hair out of his blue-grey eyes, your frozen heart melting when he leans into your palm.

“why so quiet?” he asks you, voice barely above a whisper. “nervous?”

“no.” you say, thumb brushing his cheek.

his eyes flutter shut. “then what?”

“you’re just so beautiful…”

lips are on yours before you can take a second breath, he’s overwhelming your senses yet again— filling your void like the city is filled with snow while his hands dart between your trembling soft thighs, pinching them and teasing them apart until he’s pressed up right against your sex, already so wet and sticky for him. he growls lowly, rough padded finger swirling around your entrance, threading your slick between them and he laughs lightly at just how turned on you are—before he’s even touched you.

“s-shouto!”

“shhh, pretty one. wait a second, promise I’ll make you feel good, okay?” he says pushing his lips onto a mocking pout as your eyes brim with liquid silver— tears gathering in your lashes while your hands search for something to ground yourself, latching onto shouto’s bicep as he eases a single finger past your entrance, curling against your slippery inner walls.

crescent moons break against snowy skin, leaving red tracks in place while pushing another finger alongside the first, marvelling at the hot, manuka honey mess growing between your plush thighs— your hole is resisting around shouto’s thick digits, the blunt tips pressing against the sensitive spots along your insides causing squelching sounds to echo along the hotel walls, as marvellous and sinful as any one of todoroki’s songs. the way you yowl so desperately the more he explores you, the more eager todoroki is to please you— realising with the growing weight of lust lodging itself into his chest, that he would do anything for you. he would clear skies of their thunder clouds, brush away a hurricane for you until you could breach the clouds and see the stars— the ones you could just barely touch with your own two hands.

“there you go sweetheart, take it, just like that,” your cute little sex sucks his fingers in so well, dripping thick waves of your sweet nectar down them, gathering in his palm before he thrusts them, sendin you travelling up the blankets gathered on the floor— your eyes rolling and thighs squeezing around his wrist, locking him between them so he can keep bringing you this brand new, blinding pleasure that makes your tummy bubble.

you’re like a snowflake, melting underneath todoroki as he pumps his fingers in and out of your slick, tight little hole— your chest rises and falls with the flick of a candle, ropes of saliva caught on the roof of your mouth, tongue bursting over the seams of your lips as he prepares you for his taking, like a ripening fruit so fresh and juicy all for him. you’re so cute beneath him, a sweet little mess for him to clean up and ruin all over again— he can’t help it, barely fighting the urge to kiss you once again and swallow the airy moans that slip out of you with every twist of his fingers and brush of their tips against your pleasure spots. if you are the snow then todoroki is the blistering sun, sending his sunlight through your bloodstream, hot with the pure ecstasy— bringing you closer and closer, building it high in slow stacks until your limbs are trembling underneath the weight.

in the mess of limbs and locked lips you manage to slip your hand between your heated bodies, grinning against shouto’s mouth when his cock jumps at your simple touch— gasping his cock you get a feel for the weight of him, he makes up for length where he lacks thickness, clean as they come and incredibly hard while his tip drools into your soft palm, milky white staining your skin as you begin to jerk todoroki off. he hisses into the wet cavern of your mouth, chest bristling contently against your own, he likes what you do to him, how the softness of your hand sneds sparks of dopamine across his brain—causes his hips to jut forward ever so softly, smearing more of his pre against your skin. the pair of you shudder, playing with one another to the melody of your sweet whines and whimpers and your eyes drop to where you’re joined, hands glistening with evidence of your arousals and drool pools on the palette of your tongue just admiring todoroki’s crystal cut body and pink flushed face, his lips as he pulls away from you— kiss swollen and cherry licorice red.

he’s the one melting now, weak and like putty in your hands as you first his cock, his tip a shade of red as bright as his hair…but even still, todoroki doesn’t let up— continuing to pump his fingers against your velvet lined walls and bearing them down on the pleasure spot that increases the shake in your doughy thighs. todoroki’s cock leaks so much your hands slip and slide over him, creating the perfect fleshlight for him to fuck the more his hips buck forward into your closed hand. “f-fuck, sweetheart,” his breath stutters, caught in the ridges of his throat when you begin to thumb at his tip, movement guided by the hick globs of precum that bead there. you don't’ dare to stop pleasuring the idol, feeling pride swell in your chest to see a man of his caliber fall down a few pegs, the way he feels att the mercy of your talented hands.

“you like that shou?” you inquire, panting between your slurred words as wet sounds cut through the blizzard, your bodies grinding against one another— your fingers playing with one another and you’re sure the mess of sheets and blankets and clothes below are stained with the mixes of your arousals and teasers of your release and your hand slips further down between you both to grip at shouto’s balls, heavy with a load of cum and all for you. he flicks his wrist, harder, faster in return as you mutually bring each other one step closer to release—barely clinging onto the edge of your peaks.

cheeks practically glowing a shade of rose in the dark, todoroki drops his head to your neck— the strokes of his fingers against your pleasure spot becoming lazy but even more frequent, desperate to make you as close as he is. “‘m gonna cum f’you,” todoroki admits through the growls that reverberate between you both, lewdly fucking your fist as if itt was your tight sex. ”gonna fuckin’ cum, don’t stop okay? cum for me, cum with me,” he grows more and more demanding, but his body and voice tremble with neediness.

“cum shou, with me. please!” you beg, finding yourself in the exact same sate, practically falling apart on his fingers, the pleasure that had been building within you toppling over at the same time as todoroki falls off the edge into an earth shattering high. neither of you stop, let up as your releases splash out and paint one another, his cock twitching in your grip and staining your knuckles white with his hot seed. he mewls into your neck and you cry into the frosty air, orgasm trickling down shouto’s thick fingers and pooling between your fleshy asscheeks, leaving you both struggling and gasping for air.

it doesn't take long for todoroki to be at your neck again, gently nipping at the flesh while you come to. “‘m going to give you my cock now, okay sweetheart? you’ll be able to take it, right?” he questions you, peppering smooches along your neckline, wet and sloppy as he goes.

“uhuh,i-i’m ready,” you slur over the saliva in your mouth, mind pleasantly fuzzy as todoroki manhandles you into the position to take his cock just the way he wants, keeping you on your back, he uses a knee to spread you open again by the meat of your thighs— taking ahold of his dripping dick before he slaps it against your soaked hole a few times, moaning deep at the salacious, sticky sounds your sexes make as he grinds against you, already easing his bulbous tip past your entrance. he can’t help but chuckle huskily att the way your hole sucks him in so good, clenching around him as if to trap him inside— he fucks you with just the tip at first, watching you writhe and raise your hips as if asking for more. “c’mon, don’t tease!”

“patience baby, just like i told you before,” todoroki hums in amusement, caging you in as he thrusts all the way in, reaching the hilt and bottoming out inside of you. while the idol enjoys finally having his cock wrapped up in the warmth of your sloppy and sensitive insides— he finds the strength within himself to pull out of your adorably selfish hole to start a a deep and sensual pace, dragging his seed bleeding ip along your insides, setting a steady stream of thrusts that hit so deep you feel him in your guts. the force of his hips rolling into yours pulls pathetic bleats from between your wet and kiss swollen lips, your hands finding purchase on the hairs that sit on the nape of todoroki’s neck while you let him overrule your body, taking it over— mind, body and soul.

how could you have ever hated him so passionately, when he looks down at you like you’re a safe space in a storm? looks down at you with cool toned eyes that speak volumes of admiration. there are so many feelings in todoroki’s eyes and you uncover more with each rut of his hips into yours, creamy and lewd, the length of him leaving you completely filled as he moulds your insides into his shape. “y-you’re so good,” you tell him earnestly, struggling to catch your breath over his intensity and weakly lift your hips to match his rhythm, clenching around every ridge and vein of todoroki’s lengthy girth as it pushes and pulls at your spongy insides and bumps against pleasure spots you didn’t even know you had. “f-fuck you feel s’good, shouto!”

smiling down at you dopily, heart vulnerable and on his sleeve, shouto grips at your hips— working himself deeper inside your fluttering hole and stretching you out all for him. he wants you to forget any pain he’s caused you, erase anything horrible he’d ever said to you that replays in your mind because in reality, shouto todoroki adores you and every ounce of drive that he has and your praise makes him want to feel worthy of it, makes him want you to see the stars through the murky grey skies. there’s this same sense of adoration written behind his touches as todoroki guides your hips to move along with his, both of you moving in sync, bodies harmonising like a beautifully written song while he splits you open on his cock, having you ooze nectar down his shaft as it drips down to his heavy balls and ruins he clothes and sheets and blankets beneath you both. he fucks you hard just to show you how he really feels, what he didn’t get to say while you were both too busy hating each other to see the truth. you want his good, his bad, his scared and his safe all at once, and shouto is determined to give it to you, balls deep inside your creamy sex.

“sweetheart, y-you’re such a pretty little thing for me, making such a mess on my cock and a mess of my heart. aren’t i a lucky man?” the idol coos to you endearingly, hiking your leg over his broad set shoulders so he can press his body hotly against yours until you’re chest to chest and there’s barely any space between you, compressing the blizzard of emotions beginning to rage between you both. greed and desire spread like frost on a window pane along your skin as it meets in rhythmic claps, balls hitting the curve of your fleshy ass. “to have you like this, god i’m so fucking lucky,” shouto’s voice is tight in his throat as he takes you over and over again, your fingers losing their grip in his split dyed hair and your core locking around his dick at his praise, offering the idol no escape from being inside you. liquid arousal, clear and and sweat rolls in waves down your thighs, sticking to his pelvis while you choke his girth and pull more precum from the slit on his tip.

it smears along your insides, making everything honeyed and gooey every time todoroki jackhammers against that spongy spot deep inside you. “i’m the lucky one..” you babble mindlessly, arousal heightening with the temperatures of your bodies as they work with one another to reach cloud nine— hot enough to melt an iceberg. “get to see your eyes, your darlin’ eyes as you fuck me so good,” you have no idea what you’resaying, high off of the ecstasy that exudes from your pores, all because of him.

embarrassed, flustered and with new found vigor, todoroki swoops down to capture your lips an iron hot kiss— tasting the sweat gathered on your cupids bow and searching the mess beneath you both for your hand that had once been lost in his hair. your fingers slot together perfectly, just like he does between your trembling and achy thighs, and todoroki gives your hand a squeeze— lovingly, softly. “shut up,” he mumbles against your bruised and cherry bitten li-ps, fighting a grin when your strawberry tongue rolls against his own, memorising the taste of his mouth. “let me make you feel good, let me apologise.” he wants to make you cum, see the life pulse in your eyes while he ruins you on his cock for all the wrongs he’s ever committed against you.

there’s a possible blizzard outside but shouto todoroki’s never felt safer than he has, a tangled mess with you— fucking you raw, making love to you and soiling your coreunttil your screams of his names echo into the hotel room. you’re so beautiful under the candle light, lips parted and lashes against your cheeks and if he could he would give up everything, even being an idol to see you like this again. so he pushes his creamy dick into you deeper, deeper, as far as it’ll go until your back arches off of the floor and you’re keening into his sun-like touch as if you’re craving his warmth. something akin to love, closer to fondness bleeds into the air, intertwined intricately with unadulterated emotion as todoroki grinds his cock into you, angling it into that special place inside of your sex that makes your brain ttingle with serotonin and dopamine and everything in between while your toes curl and your fingers clench.

incoherent praises are whispered into the bruises on your collarbones that you both know todoroki isn’t allowed to leave, but neither of you can find it in you to care— walking the fine line between sanity and losing your mind as the knots in your stomach begin to unwind and loosen themselves. “‘m sorry,” he mumbles, not knowing if it's for the deep blues and purples blossoming under your skin or if it’s for how he treated you in the past, slamming his cock into your tight hole over and over again as you gush and leak about the place. “‘m sorry, i-i’m—”

“hush,” you cup todoroki’s face, tears of lust clumped in your lashes again and he feels the snow storm wrapped around his heart calming, both of you so deep in your own cloud of vulnerability to notice the weather taming itself outside. “i-it’s okay, you’ve made it up t’me. l-let it…let it go now,” shouto can only nod weakly, fighting back the whine of relief bubbling up on his lips. that’s all he needs to hear before he’s chasing both of your releases, running through the storm of emotions for them as his tip nudges against your pleasure spot over and over, the pace of his hips becoming inconistent and skittish, moans rising in octave with every step you take closer to release.

“cum for me sweetheart, let go with me,” shouto whispers, squeezing your hand as your dam finally breaks and your release floods from your body. the world of white flashes behind your eyes, arousal coursing through your veins as you cry todoroki’s name with all your might, sobbing through your aftershocks as you succumb to the twitching and the pleasure— painting his tummy with your cum. todoroki follows suit, quickly pulling out of your spasming hole and collapsing against you, rutting his cock into the soft flesh of your tummy, curse words a plenty spilling from his hot mouth— licked into your neck by his tongue before hot stripes of his seed land on your sweaty skin one after the other, potent and milky and glueing you both together before exhaustion settles into your bones and his body gives out above yours completely— shouto managing to roll to the side before he squashes you.

your first instinct is to giggle, loud and carefree when both you come down— your fingers drawing little shapes and patterns into shouto’s freckled shoulder. “that was nice,” you say with a tiny smile, meeting his content eyes. “real nice. where’d you learn to do all that?”

“i’m an idol, sweetheart, not a nun. just because we have no dating policies doesn’t mean we can’t get around,” todoroki explains to you and plucks your hand from his shoulder, interlacing your fingers lazily. “but i’m sure hawks wouldn’t mind making an exception for his favourite employees.”

“oh stop! he’ll have to with the bruises you left on me!” you laugh again but let the peppermint haired idol pull away from you with a kiss so he can clean you up, heading to the bathroom in search of a warm cloth and soap safe for sensitive skin. he washes you up quickly but carefully, taking care of your tender spots and kissing each mark he’s made ( eventually letting you do the same ) before he’s got you wrapped up in his arms again— naked amongst the sheets you’d laid on the floor.

there’s a question on the tip of your tongue and one lodged in todoroki’s throat but neither of you have time to ask if for muffled voices echo on the other side of the door— the lights of the hotel room flickering back on at the wrong time.

“bakugou! calm down!”

“don’t tell him to calm down, midoriya, you’ll only make it worse!”

“like you’re any better denki!”

“can it, sero.”

“hey that’s not very nice you guys—“

“will all of you numbskulls shut the fuck up?” bakugou interjects the group’s bickering, tapping a keycard against todoroki’s hotel room door before he kicks it open without stopping to look at the scene laid out before him. “all of you dipshits are fuckin’ useless, ya hear? ‘n you can tell that to your shitty manager hawks too—“

kirishima notices first, face turning as red as his hair before the other boys follow his gaze and react in the same way. “uh...bakugou?”

“what? shitty hair?” the blonde snaps back, following kirishima’s finger that points to a very naked todoroki and a very very naked ( also bruised ) you. “holy fuck—“

todoroki’s cheeks redden as he throws a blanket over your head to protect your last shred of decency— glaring at the other members in his idol to turn their heads away out of respect, but it’s far too late for any of that now. “don’t you dare tell hawks.” he mumbles bashfully.

“i’ll make sure you get the ugly makeup concepts for an entire month!” you squeak.

katsuki’s face looks like an awful cross between throwing up and committing homicide but instead pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply.

“put some fuckin’ clothes on, i didn’t get these idiots and i driven out here through the last of the snow to see your dick hangin’ our half ‘n half,” he growls, still grossed out. “there’s an hour left till showtime s’let’s get goin’! and charge your fuckin’ phones next time. ever heard of a portable charger?”

you take the scolding from bakugou and leap up to get dressed as soon as he and the other boys are gone, todoroki makes you a promise to talk about what you two are and what you mean to each other after the jingle ball performance but yourself and most of the fierce wings staff ( including hawks himself ) seem to have a pretty good idea already, since you turn up to the venue dressed in shouto’s closed— the red and white haired idol practically latched onto your side, a scary and unusual sight for all parties involved.

however everyone’s suspicions are completely confirmed when todoroki sneaks a good luck kiss from you, just before XHEROEZ head on stage to blow New York City away.

in the end, the snow manages to calm down enough for everyone to perform— the fans gathered inside madison square garden for the night of their lives. todoroki is rushed into hair and makeup, but his eyes don’t leave you the entire time— a new sense of pride and adoration for you running through his veins before the members of XHEROEZ stumble onto the stage and give the world their all.

and for the first time, you don’t feel an ounce of regret— you don’t feel weighted down by the burden you put on yourself, reminded that you are not a failure even if you didn’t quite make it to the top.

you made it here, you’re by his side— supporting those who reached your dream from the sidelines and you realise that’s enough.

todoroki dedicates the last song of the XHEROEZ set to someone special, someone with your name that he doesn’t expose to the crowd but you can tell it’s for you by the way his mop of red and white hair tilts back towards the stage and his cool blue eye drops into a lazy wink— making your heart race.

not all dreams come true and not all attempts to make them do so are failures. you decide you’ll help todoroki touch the stars and have a taste for the milky way — carrying out his dream together, hand in hand.

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andypantsx3 · 2 years

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pretty boy | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Fem Reader

length: 4,100 words

summary: You have strong feelings about Shouto's scar. Shouto finds them...surprising.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, pro hero shouto, makeup artist reader

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

note: Happy Valentine's Day! I don't really know what this is, I just wanted an outlet for my Shouto thirst, and to live vicariously through a reader who's allowed to get her hands on him. ✨ I hope you guys have a lovely day.

EDIT: Now with art by the love of my life @ofmermaidstories

As soon as you entered the studio that morning, you could tell a big name was coming.

No fewer than eight of your coworkers were crowded together in a tight knot at the end of the hall, discussing something in excited whispers. The hallway stank of a headache-inducing mixture of recently-applied perfumes—the florals, citruses, vanillas and musks all blending together combatively. Even all the way from the elevator door, you could see several freshly administered coats of lipstick, eye-catching smears of red. Some of the girls were even changing out of their office flats into their emergency heels, leaning on one another for support as they did.

Somebody really, really big then.

And probably very handsome.

The heels usually meant an actor, a pop star, or any of the younger, cuter heroes in the top fifty, and the sight of them set off a code red in your brain.

You suddenly wished you’d arrived a little earlier in case you wanted to primp for whoever it was today, too—but the siren song of your snooze button had lured you back to sleep this morning, and then a side trip for iced coffee had you arriving just before the floor manager called the morning meeting. Not that many of the celebrities you got in the studio paid that much attention to the support staff. But it was still nice to look your best if you were getting somebody extra cute, like pro hero Hawks, who was given to appreciative winking and the sorts of compliments that could make your entire week.

You sighed. Oh well.

At least you, as a makeup artist and hair stylist, always made sure that you were some form of presentable before entering the studio, if only to reassure guests that you knew what you were doing and weren’t about to massacre their image. Even if you might have picked cuter shoes or your butt-hugging slacks if you’d known.

“Who is it?” you asked one of the PAs, Hanako, as you made your way over to the primping pile of productionists.

“Pro hero Shouto,” she said, her mouth hanging open as she applied mascara in a hand mirror. “He’s doing some kind of thing with some charity or whatever—I heard his manager called the studio head directly so it’s probably a big PR push before the Awards next month.”

Despite yourself, your eyebrows went up.

Very big, then. And super rare.

As far as you knew, Shouto Todoroki had only graced Good Morning Tokyo once before—almost two years ago, before you were hired. In general he avoided media appearances like the industry was a bag of feces on fire—which it definitely was—but he seemed to avoid your studio more than others. New Day Japan had nabbed him three times in the interim, a fact that your producers often bemoaned over their ratings sheets.

Definitely high heel-worthy, and you cursed yourself for not dressing cuter.

“Y/N, can you please do the eyeliner thing you did on me when Hawks was here,” Mari, the production designer, pleaded, turning to you. “He told me it looked cute and I need Shouto to fall in love with me so I can become a rich, lazy housewife.”

You laughed, and she grinned, holding out an eye pencil.

You drew the corner of her eyes up into an elegant, catlike sweep that highlighted the dramatic curve of her cheekbones. Several of the other girls clamored for your input as well, and in the time it took the floor manager to wrangle his production staff out onto the floor, you’d gotten most of them in working order.

Todoroki would be walking out of here with a spate of housewives, if you had anything to say about it.

You made your way into the dressing room as the floor staff collected for their meeting. You went about tidying the vanity the way you did every morning—wiping down the counter and chair, replacing the brushes you’d washed and set out to dry last night, restocking the various q-tips, cotton rounds, and plastic applicators you used to keep things sanitary. You also snuck a quick spritz of a light, citrusy perfume, unwilling to be the only girl not up to par in front of Todoroki, though you knew there was really no point.

Guests weren’t here to matchmake, and Todoroki seemed one of the least likely to be browsing for a date. Plus, he probably already had a significant other. You didn’t just go around looking like that and manage to stay single for more than five minutes.

You were still getting things in order when a woman you didn’t know stepped through the door, dressed in a sharply-pressed, high-collared blouse and black slacks. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, and she wore the classic set of understated pearls preferred by business women everywhere. This far into your career, you could recognize a hero manager a mile off, and you realized this must have been Todoroki’s.

Amane, one of the studio’s producers, followed her in. You gestured them both to the vanity chairs, waving a hello.

“Y/N, this is Yue Suzuki, Shouto Todoroki’s manager,” Amane said, her professional smile in place as she took a seat. You’d never warmed to Amane, though you’d never really understood why. She was polite enough, but she had a more detached, businesslike manner than most of the other staff, and you thought it made her a little harder to connect with. She usually left you alone to do your own thing, though she sometimes liked to pop in to give her opinion on some of the bigger name guests.

Her input was rarely helpful.

“I’m sure you’ve been through this a million times,” Amane said to Suzuki, “But if you have any special requirements for Shouto’s appearance, please let Y/N know. She’s our stylist.”

Suzuki waved an unconcerned hand. “Shouto’s never cared and I’ve found it best to leave these things to the professionals. We’re in your hands, Y/N,” she said. You made cursory note of her features as she spoke, watching the curve of her mouth as she smiled, her warm brown eyes, the charming, slightly crooked angle of her nose.

You often itched to get your hands on people, and she was the kind of beautiful you liked to work with the most. A pleasant, average kind of beauty. It was saccharine to think so, but in your opinion, every face held its own charm, and you liked watching them, thinking about their features, considering how to highlight and draw out your favorite things about them.

“I had some thoughts, Y/N,” Amane said, like she always did when there was a big name guest involved. Her thoughts about Hawks had once filled the space of an entire five minute block, as though her opinion carried any professional weight.

Still, though, she was the one who signed your checks, so it was polite to listen. Even if you sometimes did impressions of her behind her back afterwards—“Ingenium is actually quite handsome, you know, you might consider getting rid of those god awful glasses, and doing something with that jawline—”

Her opinions on female guests were often worse.

“Shouto’s hair always hides most of his scar, which is what we want, but it hides the rest of his face,” Amane began.

Instantly, her statement set you on edge. Your hackles raised like a startled porcupine, and it took you a second to examine why.

You didn’t like the implication that anyone had anything to hide. Any makeup artist worth their salt could tell you the point of the job was to highlight, not to hide. Makeup was often thought of in terms of disguise, but you thought of it more as an art. Covering things up, like blemishes, was a mechanism to make other features shine, but not the objective of the work.

Todoroki’s scar seemed a defining characteristic of his, to you—pointless to cover up. Stupid, even.

“Perhaps concealer over the scar or something else to make it less noticeable,” Amane continued, pressing a finger to her lips. “I’d so like to see the rest of his face, and I’m sure our viewers would appreciate it. Although, maybe leaving his hair the way it is is the solution…”

Your skin prickled with irritation. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Suzuki bristle as well, and realized you were not the only person uncomfortable with the way Amane was approaching her ideas.

You hastily interrupted her. “Amane, I think it would be dishonest to cover his scar. I’ll come up with my own way, this time.”

Amane looked annoyed. You’d never questioned her to date, just politely let her ramble on about her ideas, and then executed on your own without taking hers into account.

This, though, seemed important to contest.

“Y/N, this is my show, and I am more in touch with what the viewers want than you are. So you will excuse me for making this simple request. Yoshida had no problem listening to what I wanted last time he was here, and the ratings came out very favorably,” Amane said tritely.

Yoshida had been the makeup artist you’d replaced. She’d been nice, quiet, unobtrusive. You didn’t doubt she’d done whatever Amane asked.

You, however, did not feel the same way. You didn't feel like this was an appropriate call for anyone other than Todoroki himself to be making. And the way Amane was blundering right past the out you were offering her just fanned the flickers of your temper. You proffered one more olive branch.

“I promise I’ll make him look good. In fact, I don’t think anyone could make him look bad,” you said politely, aware of the way your tone sounded a little tighter than usual. You willed yourself to subside. “I just think we shouldn’t concern ourselves with his scar in particular.”

Amane frowned, her thin eyebrows drawing further together. Her tone became even more brisk. “You’ve never spoken to me like this before, Y/N, and I can’t say I’m enjoying it now. It's contentious, perhaps, but a simple enough ask in my opinion—”

In the corner of your vision, you saw Suzuki’s shoulders draw up. You heard her soft, sharp intake of breath, clearly upset, and the words came tumbling out of you before you could stop them.

“Okay, there is nothing wrong with his scar,” you said quickly, cutting Amane off. “And I’m not going to cover it up. He’s Shouto Todoroki, everyone knows what he looks like, and everyone thinks he’s the most beautiful pro hero on earth anyway, so I don’t understand why this is a concern for you.”

Amane’s mouth opened and closed. She blinked, her throat working in surprised disbelief, and her expression made you well aware that there would be some consequence for speaking to her like this. But you suddenly couldn’t stop yourself. This was important.

“Now I agree that it would be nice if we styled his hair to show his face—I’m happy to do that part. But I won’t for a second consider covering up his scar. It’s part of his face, an essential part of his image, and while I’m sure he’s got some complex emotions attached to it, I think it makes him look more roguish and interesting. So if you want to cover it up, be my guest, but you’re going to have to do it yourself because I will walk right out this door if you ask me to do it again,” you said tightly. There was a snapping sound and something sharp bit into your fingers, and you realized you’d accidentally crushed an applicator in your palm, though you'd managed to keep your tone relatively even.

Amane’s expression twisted, and Suzuki's eyebrows raised, both gawking in your direction. You wondered if you’d overdone it just a bit—you could border on sanctimonious when it came to this kind of shit—but then you realized that while they were turned in your direction, both of their eyes were fixed on something just beyond your shoulder.

You heard the soft tread of a shoe at the doorway, and you whipped around to find the man in question, already watching you steadily.

“It sounds as though you have settled things on my account, then,” Shouto Todoroki said, his tone low and smooth.

Your face instantly heated, hot shame welling up inside of you. Caught red handed, discussing his scar, like a child discovered scribbling crayon on the wall.

“I didn’t mean, uh—” you floundered. “Um, hi.”

Todoroki stepped into the room, his expression politely blank. His proximity made it even harder to scrounge up the appropriate words, tripping over yourself in your haste to say the right thing, though you saw immediately that you’d been correct about one thing.

Shouto Todoroki was most definitely the most handsome hero you’d ever seen, and the scar only elevated that beauty, adding a point of interest to a set of features that otherwise looked too perfect. Everything about him was dichotomous in a way that crossed all the wires in your brain. Smooth, pale skin contrasted with the raised pink ridge of his scar. The deep, icy regard of one eye warred with the fiery blue of the other, hot on your face. More refined, feminine features blended with slender, masculine ones to create a beauty unlike any other.

He was also tall, maybe even more so than he looked on TV, and strapped with lean muscle, visible even through his pale linen shirt, belted into grey slacks. Very well-fitted grey slacks, you couldn’t help but notice.

He was unreal, way more gorgeous than you had anticipated.

Your palms itched with the need to get your hands on him. Although you suspected you wouldn’t ever get the chance to, now, considering how you and Amane had just been arguing about his scar for the entire studio to hear.

“Shouto, welcome—” Amane said quickly, getting to her feet and holding out her palm for him to shake.

With any luck, he hadn’t heard what she’d said to set you off, though there was no hope that he hadn’t heard what you had said.

He took her hand with customary politeness, although his gaze slid disinterestedly from her face to his manager’s, looking at her as if in question.

Suzuki got up from her chair at the vanity, gesturing him into it. “Shouto, this is Y/N. She’s the stylist, and she clearly already has some ideas.”

Your face burned even hotter, and you wished a hole would open up in the floor of the studio and swallow you alive.

“I’m in your care,” Todoroki said politely, which made things even worse.

Amane said a few quick parting words and darted out of the door, obviously eager to escape. You watched her retreat enviously.

“Um, right,” you said, once she’d disappeared. Your voice was too loud in the sudden quiet of the room, and the awkwardness was overwhelming.

You made yourself stop wringing your hands, hastily flinging the applicator you’d crushed into the trash, and took a couple of steps forward to Todoroki’s chair.

Cool, you could totally play it cool. And you could do your best, do as good a job as possible on what was probably your last studio client ever, just to make up for what an embarrassing display that had been. There was no way Todoroki wasn't going to have your job over this.

“I’m going to turn your chair around now, if that’s okay,” you said evenly. It was policy to tell the client before you physically touched or moved them. Todoroki just nodded his assent.

You grasped the back of the chair, trying not to notice the way the breadth of his shoulders filled it, the warmth of his skin through the back of his shirt. It was always startling to see a celebrity in the vanity mirror with you, especially one as handsome as Todoroki. He looked steady and solemn there, watching you in the reflection.

“So, um, I was thinking of something to…um, take your hair off your face,” you said. You watched his face cautiously for any sign of a reaction, given how he’d just heard you speak of this not moments before. He just nodded again, and the silence welled between you, deep and awkward.

You suddenly couldn’t take it. It would be impossible to dance around the subject of his scar while detailing how and why you were going to style him the way you wanted to, and he'd already heard you yelling about it.

The words bubbled up and out of you.

“Listen, I’m so sorry for what you walked in on. I’m sorry for talking about you while you weren’t there. I meant well, but obviously that’s super inappropriate, and if you’d rather someone else, there’s another artist on set a couple buildings over—I can see if she’ll switch with me?” you said.

For the first time, Todoroki looked surprised. Those heterochromatic eyes flicked up to yours.

“I’m unaware of why I should prefer that,” he said.

This floored you. He had to have heard you. The comment he’d made when he walked in had told you enough.

“But I—said—about your scar…”

“That it makes me look roguish and interesting,” he said lightly. Something like the slightest hint of a smile shadowed the edge of his mouth. In the back of the room, his manager let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like it was disguising a laugh.

You cringed.

“Okay I’m realizing how weird that sounds outside of my brain,” you said, wincing. The curve at the corner of his mouth deepened.

“It is the first time I’ve heard myself described that way…” he said. His eyes caught and held yours in the mirror again. You felt ensnared in his gaze, locked to the floor. “I’ve had plenty of comments since I became a pro hero. Your comment was…kind.”

Oh. Well that was good, at least.

Probably weird, too. But it was nice of him not to say so.

“Um, okay. Good, then,” you said, fidgeting under the intensity of his gaze. Silence descended over the room again, and you convulsively moved to fill it. “So, um, then if it’s okay with you. I was planning on parting your hair more to the right. Um, raking your hair back, getting a little bit of gel in there.” You studied him carefully in the mirror, fighting to keep your face neutral. “In terms of makeup, I don’t really see much of anything for you. Probably some powder to keep the studio lights from making you shiny. Um, nothing on your…nothing on your scar.”

Todoroki nodded.

You let out a relieved sigh. “Okay. Then I’m going to touch your hair now, if that’s okay. I need to dampen it and comb it out to get it parted where I want.”

He acquiesced, and you went to get the spray bottle of water. You always felt kind of like you were misting a particularly handsome houseplant, any time you had to do a celebrity’s hair, and Todoroki was no exception. Other guests, like Hawks, or Red Riot, or Uravity had all been cheerful, chattering on and asking questions. Todoroki just watched you quietly, however. He could have been a houseplant for all his silence, except for just how aware you were of him in front of you, those eyes tracking you closely in the mirror.

You loved finally getting your hands on his hair. His face was already far too perfect to be much fun to play up, but his hair would do nicely as a substitute. It was thick and soft—softer than it ought to be for someone with a quirk to do with extreme temperatures—and you combed it jealously. If only your own hair behaved like that.

It didn’t take long to get his hair the way you wanted, applying a little heat, raking a small amount of gel through the roots. You swept it up away from his face, tangling the white strands in with the red. You combed the sides back to create the illusion of shorter hair, fluffing the top up and into a rakish wave.

Then you dusted his face with powder, the work of less than a minute, and stepped back to admire your work.

“You’ll do,” you told him.

Another small indent pressed at the corner of his mouth. “Do I look roguish and interesting?” he asked in his placid tone.

Your face flamed. You wondered if changing your name and moving clear across the country would be enough to cleanse you of your utter mortification. "Aren't heroes supposed to rescue people from horrific situations, not exacerbate them?"

Something that might have been a smirk crossed Todoroki's features. "You look well enough to me," he said. His tone was carefully neutral, but you thought you registered something a little too much like delight in there.

Fucking hell. He'd seemed so quiet and intense. Who would have guessed that Shouto Todoroki was a teaser?

“This will actually be the death of me,” you muttered.

Todoroki considered you for a moment, then stood, turning to lean over you slightly. You’d done way too good a job with his hair—he looked artfully ruffled, as though he'd recently exerted himself, heroically or otherwise—and now he was even more overwhelming to look at, his appearance seizing your heart in a tight fist. You stepped back, slightly dazed.

“We wouldn’t want that,” he murmured, stepping closer.

Suddenly, you rather didn’t know what you wanted. None of the synapses in your brain were firing, and you thought absently that single-celled amoeba displayed more complex brain waves that you did right now. Every brain cell had ceased normal functionality, rerouting to the way Todoroki's face was much closer to yours, the way he smelled so good up close, like some light, expensive cologne. It was masculine and airy, and it went straight to your head.

Vaguely, you registered that he was saying something, that full mouth moving soundlessly, eyes flickering over you intently.

“Um, what?” you asked, a little breathlessly.

The corner of his mouth quirked up again. “I had asked if you had a card.”

It took way longer than it should have for you to work through the word card and what he could possibly mean by it. It was definitely an embarrassing amount of time later that you realized he meant business card. You hastily flung yourself away from him, digging through your purse for the errant spill of cards that were perpetually floating around somewhere in there.

You managed to find an intact one, handing it over to him, wondering what in the world he intended to do with it. He’d said he didn’t find your comments offensive—he wasn’t going to report you, was he?

“Is this a personal number?” he asked of the digits printed below your name.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s my cell.”

He looked satisfied, tucking the card away into his shirt pocket, just over his heart. The sight did something weird to you, that made you feel like you suddenly needed to sit down.

“I’d like to call you,” he said, then, stepping closer to you again. Your heartbeat ticked up slightly.

“Like, for a job?” you asked, willing your mouth to produce coherent words.

A white eyebrow lifted slightly, and this time, a true smile touched his mouth. It was inhumanly disarming, so boyish and charming, and all the blood rushed straight out of your brain.

“For something roguish and interesting,” he said again. The blue of his left eye glinted in the bright studio lighting.

God, you were never going to live that down.

Todoroki's smile went a little wider, a little more sly as you gaped at him, struggling to process what he'd just said to you. Suzuki appeared at his elbow, reminding him that he had an appearance to make and now was not the time to flirt in the most nauseating way she had ever witnessed. His smile turned rueful, and he turned back to you, murmuring a goodbye. It was all you could do to nod dumbly, watching as Suzuki hustled him out of the room and down the hall.

It was only when Todoroki had disappeared that you realized he hadn’t answered you directly. And more alarming than that, his reply seemed to imply something far beyond a professional encounter.

Something roguish and interesting, he'd said.

Your heartbeat, which had begun to finally slow with his disappearance, kicked back into overdrive.

If you weren't mistaken...Shouto Todoroki had quite possibly just asked you on a date.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #bnha x reader

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glitterge1pen · 3 years

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✧ Goodbye Winter

1,184 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Throwing a mean old snowball and rolling on the ground in the cold. Catching snowflakes. OMG TOTALLY MISSED OUT BLOWING A SNOWFLAKE FROM HIS EYELASHES NOOOOOOOO

✧ Strawberry Juice Kissing And GirlsGoGames Nostalgia

1,373 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Keigo is going to miss the brunch you're hosting and offers to come over early .

✧ What Is That? A Basketball?

431 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader, headcanons

Okay but NBA? Keigo in the NBA? Keigo playing basketball??????

✧ What? Lol? Omg? You’re at my doorstep? And you’re drunk? What? Lol? Thats crazy?

1,450 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Keigo is drunk and you give him ibuprofen and tell him to shut up.

✧ A House Up High

2,339 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader moves up to an old mountain house and Keigo helps them fix the place up.

✧ The Crescent Hotel

5,428 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader stumbles upon Keigo at work and has no choice but to help and eventually befriend him.

✧ Click, Click, Know What You’re Looking For

7,961 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader is a photographer and working with Hawks proves to be more difficult than expected.

✧ But Is He An International Pop Sensation?

4,526 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

OMG! You are a makeup artists? AND by god! What is this? You are very close to a particular client!

✧ What If You Were The Crazy Cat Neighbor?

5,282 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader uses their quirk to fix toys. Hawks makes an appearance in their shop one day and cute shenanigans ensue.

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Suneater/Tamaki Amajiki (BNHA)

✧ Chocoflan And Late Night Grocery Runs

1,304 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader and Tamaki make cake, take a nap and hold hands on the bus.

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Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

✧ Um Hello? Roadtrip Bonding?

717 words, Fluff?, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

A short little piece about driving with Shoto and tuning the radio.

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Eraserhead/Shouta Aizawa (BNHA)

✧ Candy Apples, Pie, The Fall Festival

2,205 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

You and Aizawa run the candy apple stand at the school fall festival.

✧ Sir, This Is An Emancipated Youth

958 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader is a student at UA and gets a visit from Aizawa.

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA)

✧ You Like Pizzelles?

3,774 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader runs a bakery and has a returning costumer.

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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headcanon: they have a s/o that listens to a specific female artist

featuring izuku, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and our pros before hoes hawks and aizawa lol

words: 1k??

warnings: some slick lil nasty comments (cause when aizawa’s involved i can’t write fully sfw) and language that’s it lol

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕨/ 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕞𝕚:

the first time he’d ever heard of her was when the two of you went on a drive one night

he’d already liked the vibe of a few of the songs you’d played

and then lullaby came on

man when i say this boy didn’t think he could fall for you any harder until that moment

he was so wrong

hearing your voice softly harmonize with the melody had his heart skipping beats

the street was deserted cause it was so late

and all he remembers is copper streetlamps illuminating your face

left hand out the window, right hand on the wheel while the wind blows your scarf in all different directions

and when happy again plays???

and you blissfully kiss him while you’re stopped at a red light???

while your hand is already holding his?????

izuku is sold

he goes home and downloads all her music

and she becomes “your” artist

“babe wake up umi just dropped music”

he even took you to see her in concert for your birthday lol

𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪

now why would you put him on to rico bruh

but in your defense it’s not your fault

he was helping you with dinner one night

and you hated working in silence so you’d asked him to play something from your playlist

he chose “smack a bitch” cause he liked the title💀

and from that point forward he was obsessed

he was already attracted to your no-nonsense, take no shit type attitude

so knowing that you listened to the same kinda music made you ten times hotter

you knowing all the lyrics had his dick on HARD LMFAOOOO

anger management is his favorite album

you fell tf out when he said that cause...have you met katsuki that mf is the poster child for anger issues

secretly likes sugar trap too but refuses to admit it

on bad days y’all will blast all of rico’s aggressive songs and rage

your downstairs neighbors hate you.

𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

okay so todoroki is painfully introverted

which isn’t his fault cause endeavor isn’t father of the year by any means

so i hc him with someone who’s extroverted and outgoing

teyana makes music for bad bitches who work hard and play harder

but have a soft side too and just wanna love/be loved bro

he loves that you can put on such a brave face for the world every day no matter what

he’ll never forget when he knew he loved you

he was getting in pretty late from a patrol that had run overtime

and he’d found you, crying on your shared bed after an awful day n this man’s heart just splinters cause he don’t know how to comfort people🧍🏾‍♀️

but you don’t ask him for much, just for him to hold you and he does

the next day he wakes up to you just bopping to “never would have made it” and you just glow as you pull him outta bed to come dance with you like you weren’t just crying last night which has him confused asf

“you can be strong and still be vulnerable baby.”

that shit hit home for him

lowkey wants to recreate the shower scene from the “fade” video with you now

𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖

y’all can’t tell me this mf don’t be zooted 25/8 and most def has a smoke playlist with jhene on it

so when he finds out that you like her too???

oh baby the vibes here are immaculate

you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have chilombo goin in the background while y’all smoke

and if you don’t personally smoke then he’ll just cuddle with you while he practices tricks<3

will ask you if you wanna get licked too if you stare at him as he’s rollin

the energy here is so balanced it’s crazy

shinsou hates drama and all that other bullshit

so when he’s with you he’s the most relaxed he can be

also he loves that you’re not opposed to deep conversations about your purpose on this earth and how you can feed off other people’s energies

y’all definitely burn sage together on sundays

but don’t get it twisted

cause he knows better than anyone that while you may be chill your hands are still rated E for everybody

been on the receiving end of your anger once or twice and he said never again lol

𝕖𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕚 𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤

there is nothing more attractive to kiri than someone who’s not afraid to take a leap of faith

you’d known each other since second year, and honestly you were itching to change up your energy

you were tired of being the same old, boring, timid y/n

so you started small: you experimented with your hair more, tried out new makeup, and clothes that accentuated your...ahem..assets

sweaters became tube tops, lip balm turned into brown liner with a thick coat of gloss, skirts became bell bottom jeans with the occasional pair of heels

don’t be fooled, you still loved your old clothes, you just needed to branch out

and as your new style grew so did your taste in music

honestly when you started listening to kali you really hit peak Bad Bitch Energy™️

kiri was, in short, enamored with you

the way you woke up one day and decided to be a whole new person was so manly to him

and he loved the way you knew you didn’t need shit from him but still let him spoil you

which only made him wanna spoil you more

and the way you shifted from a goddess who could step on him with a perfectly manicured foot to kiri’s baby who demanded cuddles before 11am????

the duality has wedding bells going off in his head lol

pros before hoes lol

𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟

“fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt”

that lyric is your dynamic with keigo in a nutshell.

he’d met you while he was in fukuoka on a “business trip” .....which was code for a booty call🙄

and figured he’d try to get another pyt on his team

...only problem was, you were a whole hot girl coach (with ya own draft picks no less)

you had heard about playboy (and no.2 hero) Hawks from here to the States

so, you’d decided to play dumb, hoping he’d slip up and you’d get another pro on your list

all it took was a few sleepovers and calling him keigo over breakfast in the morning...dude was stuck

this man was trying to run game and now you had him throwin you some money to get your hair and nails done “just because” n buy you birkins....embarrassing 💀

however despite him being a sweetheart you didn’t forget what this was, and he wasn’t the only egg in your basket since you knew you weren’t his

this man saw edgeshot’s name come through with a “you up?” text while you were in the shower and cried to brent for a week straight LMFAOOO

but what did he expect from the same person who knew every lyric to meg’s wap verse...come on baby do better

long story short if you can’t handle a stallion don’t try to tame one.

𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕒 𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤/𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕫𝕒

whewwww okay the amount of scorpio energy flowing through here is borderline suffocating

honestly if you listen to sza you’re either a scorpio, heartbroken, manifesting, have low self esteem with sudden confidence bursts or all the above don’t lie

in all seriousness shota didn’t see himself getting into a serious relationship due to his pro hero status

that, and he didn’t feel like there was anyone out there that was just...on his level mentally???

but then he meets you and you throw him for a loop though he’ll never admit it

you didn’t just throw yourself at him at the beginning

and while sure you made it known that the attraction was mutual you treaded lightly

he could tell you’d been hurt before and would kill before you let someone get you in a position to hurt you again

pretended not to notice you crying to supermodel when he was supposed to be sleeping

which he understood, for him trust issues came with the territory so there was a mutual understanding between you two

you don’t mind his schedule since you prioritize your alone time and he loves that

you definitely get him into meditation and crystal/chakra alignment

at first he thinks it’s a bunch of bullshit

until it helps him sleep better...mf is a secret hippie now

he loves that you’re trying to heal/become a better version of yourself and he gets to be a part of that growth :,) it makes him a little more optimistic for his personal goals

the sex is elite lol had to say it the vibes are too good here

𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖!

#mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo headcanons #mha headcanons #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #tamaki keigo #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa #bhna headcanons #my hero academia

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coconutheadfriend · 4 years

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Fall of the sky

Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: Romance I guess?

Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, fluff? (There will be smut eventually)

Word count: 2500+

Summary:

Ah Arkridge city of laughter and full of rich, cocky assholes. Oh, and me, my name is (Y/N) and this is my story about the fall of the sky. It’s 2034 and the government declares the ground below us is inhabitable, broken, and destroyed. So people build a city, a sanctuary for the human race to keep on living. Although the one thing they chose to do wasn’t to send us to space no, it was to build a city. No normal city though, it flew. Like a plane, but looked way more magical than the human mind could ever imagine. Towering buildings and cute little homes waiting to be inhabited. Although there was a dark side to this solution, poor people were rarely seen on this island, but why may you ask? That will play a big part in my story and how I made the sky fall. I am (y/n) (l/n) and this is my story on how I made the sky fall.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I hit it so it turns off, the robotic voice speaks through the speaking. “Miss (y/n), it's time to get up and ready for the ball” you shot your head up and your hair goes all over your face. You huff pushing it out of your face. “Wait, that's today?” you question cocking your head to the side. “August 29th 3093” You smile“You have an appointment with the hairdressers and makeup artist today. Should I message them and say you're still coming?” the robotic voice questions. You shove the blankets off you and get up to start dancing and jumping around. “Uhm miss your heart rate has gone up substantially in the past few seconds is their reason to call an ambulance?” she asks and you stop your movements and laugh. “Oh sorry Nebula, I'm fine and yes I will still be at both of those appointments.” You straighten yourself out, you still have a stupid smile on your face but who can blame you? You were going to see Bakugou today at the ball. The love of your life was going to be there and you couldn't be anymore happier.

You walk into your bathroom and see how messed up your hair is spread out all over the place. Your eyes widen and you grab your brush quickly taking the knots out of your hair and brushing it down. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly get dressed into a tank top and some sweats. You hear the door downstairs open and close. You walk out of the room to see who has just come in. Looking over the railing to see Bakugou. “Babe!” You shout and run down the stairs almost falling as you do so. You wrap your arms around him pulling away only to kiss him. “Morning babe,” He says in his gruff voice. “You're coming tonight right?” you ask pulling away as you do so. “Wouldn't miss it for the world Babe” You untangle from him and make your way to the kitchen. “Did you eat before you came here, Suki?” You say to him. “Yeah I did but I want something else to eat” He smirks and traps you between the counters. He kisses you harshly and you pull away. “Babe, I already told you it's too early for us to be doing that stuff” You shrug and try to weave between his arms. “But baby~ We’ve been dating for so long, three months I think?” He thinks about it.

You steal a surprise kiss from him. “Yeah, I guess we've been dating for a while but I just want to make sure I lose it too,” You say turning around and opening your fridge grabbing some milk. He sighs “If I wasn’t the one I would’ve left long ago” He grumbles while you fetch some cereal pouring it in the bowl. You grab the milk and sit down eating your cereal. “Look, I know you're not happy about this situation, but I'm not ready and you said you’d respect that,” you say mouth half full of cereal. He makes his way towards you and takes a seat next to you. “Plus I already offered to please you but you weren’t interested so I don’t know what you want.” You shrug and eat more cereal. He comes close to your ear and whispers, “I want you bent overlooking all prett-” You start laughing “Me, bent over, for you?” You point your spoon at yourself. “God Bakugou, you are one horny bastard.” You finish your cereal and drink the milk. You put the bowl back down. Milk dripping from your mouth, he brings up his thumb to your mouth wiping it. You stare at him with wide eyes and feel your face get hot. Blush attacking your face and you get up rushing over to the sink turning the water on rinsing the bowl out. “Bakugou when I can trust you fully and know you want to be with me for real and not just because of my body, then we can do whatever you want. But I’m just not ready.” You sigh “So I have an appointment in about an hour so if you're still here while I’m at my appointment. Could you lock the door before you leave thanks, babe.” You say as you rush out of the house and into your car. You start it and back out of the driveway. Making your way to the hairdressers.

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You arrive at the hairdressers and get out of your car. Grabbing your keys from your pocket you lock the doors. You walk up to the familiar doors of the hair business. You open the doors and walk up to the receptionist's desk and your hairdresser comes up. “Oh hey (y/n) just take a seat over there and I'll be with you in a second.” She smiles softly and you smile back. Walking over to the seat she pointed to. You saw her disappear into the back but to return with some new shampoo and towels. She walks over to your seat and props the items she was holding up on a shelf and grabs a cover to put around you. “So are you excited for the ball tonight? I heard it's the biggest one the city has thrown.” She smiles brightly “Of course! When have you ever seen me not at a ball” You smile back and she begins to do your hair giving it a trim before asking what you want to be done. “I was kind of thinking like a bun and then some braids around it? Will I have enough hair” You laugh and she nods fiddling with your hair. “Girl, you have hair for days I don't know what you mean” She giggles softly at your comment. She starts doing your hair wetting it slightly. “So I heard that some prince is going to be there. He's supposedly looking for a wife” You frown at the comment. “Yeah I heard about that, but you know already I have Bakugou. Plus it's not like I could catch a prince's attention” You sigh realizing Bakugou isn’t gonna let you around any other man this evening. “Yeah I know but you're so beautiful if anybody could do it, it would be you (y/n).” You laugh at her comment and shake your head slightly. “Me, no, how about you? You’re so pretty any guy would be lucky to have you.” You smile at her.

“Ok! How does that look?” She asked as she finished my hair. “Great! Also, could you maybe do my makeup here I don’t want to drive across town” You pout and bring out your phone canceling the appointment? “Yeah, sure what kind of look are you going for?” You think back to your dress and it's a deep blue with white stars all along with it. “Hm, so it should match my dress so how about a navy blue look with little specks of white glitter” You suggest and she nods going into the back room. She comes back with some makeup and brushes. She starts doing your makeup and before long it's done. You open your eyes and smile. “Wow, it looks amazing, thank you” You get up from the chair and grab your purse. You hold your wrist out and she scans it. “Have a great day don’t forget to book an appointment a week before you plan on coming.” She smiles and bows as you walk out of the shop. You check the time on your phone and realize you only have two hours to get ready.

You quickly drive home and when you arrive you check the time. “Damn I only have an hour and a half to get ready.” You sigh rushing into the house and unlocking it signaling that Bakugou had left, probably to get ready as well. You quickly run up the stairs to see the beautiful gown is displayed on the mannequin you had in the room.

It was a deep ocean blue that faded into a white on the bottom. It had started displayed all across it and on the top part it curved down right above your belly button. Covering just the right amount of breast but enough to show off how nice they looked. Bakugou wouldn’t be happy as the back was very flashy as well. You quickly put on the big dress and it took a while. You fix your hair and right after you're done you hear someone honk outside your house. Must be the limo you thought. You grab the black heels you were going to wear for the night and rush down the stairs. You leave your house and see the limo. You lock the doors and rush to the limo jumping inside making sure to grab all of your dress and not to get it caught in the door of the car. You realized you forgot your mask at home but remembered it was around your neck. You slipped it one when putting on the dress.

After about half an hour of driving, you ended up arriving at a big castle-like mansion. “Thanks!” You say to the driver and hop out of the car putting your mask on. You make your way to the entrance and flashes start going off. People were taking pictures of you so you started to pose. After a few minutes, you walk into the big palace and see everyone either talking or dancing. Some people looked up at you while some ignored you. You saw someone with green flowy hair offer a hand out to you. You take it and smile walking down the stairs with him. Bakugou wouldn’t be too mad right? It's just one dance. He places his hand in yours and one on your waist. You both started dancing to the instrumental music playing. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you now?” You had curiosity getting the better of you. “Wouldn’t you like to know Doll.” He smirks at you and spins you around. “Yes I guess you could say that I’m new” He spins you around again and stops you bringing you close to his face. But before he can kiss you someone pulls you away from him bringing you to his chest. The scent was familiar, it was Bakugou. “Move along extra she's mine” You hear him say to the green-haired boy. “Calm down man we were just dancing” The green boy raised his hands like he was innocent. “Yeah what dancing do you mean because I think you mean you trying to get your lips to dance across hers” He groans and pulls you away with him to the center of the ballroom. He grabs your waist and starts dancing. You look into his crimson red eyes and smile blushing softly. “I’m sorry baby he offered to dance I di-” He cuts you off with a kiss and you pull back blushing even harder. “Uhm can we go get some fresh air.” He nods wrapping his arm around your waist. You make your way to the garden where you could see the edge of the city. You both walk around the garden and soon make it to the edge where you look down and see clouds. “Bakugou, I have something to tell you.” You fiddle with your fingers and look up at him. “I don’t think this is going to work out-” He groans and starts laughing. “Fuck- I’m so glad now I can get rid of you” He has an evil grin on his face. “Wh-what do you mean Bakugou?” Your eyes widen as you step away from the edge but he grabs you. “God, do you know how hard it is for me to be around you all the time. ‘Bakubaby’ really come up with something less annoying please” He rolls his eyes and tears prick your eyes. “I just wanted to hit it with the dip” He starts laughing and you struggle to get out of his grip. He brings your body closer to the edge of the city. “God, I've been wanting to do this for so long, a quick and easy way out and if people come looking for you I can just say you fell off the edge. Even better I can say it right after I throw you off. I’ll start crying and hyperventilating screaming. Saying ‘oh shit she fell’” He started imitating what he’ll do once you're plummeting to your death. “Please- no- don't please” You plead with him. He lightens his grip on you but just as you thought you got through to him he throws you off and you scream.

And there you were, falling. Watching what it felt like slow-mo. He had a devilish smile on his face and you had tears running down your face. You felt the wind flow through your hair and your dress move all around. It was kind of peaceful if you think about it. The sun was setting letting a pink tint fall onto them. But in reality, this was the scariest moment in your life “Fuck” You say right before you fall into some trees and blackout.

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You open your eyes slightly surrounded by trees. You see a blurry figure hovering over you. Hair tinted white and red “You lucky son of a bitch” He says in shock as you get picked up. You moan and he looks down at you while he's carrying you. “I know it hurts but I’ll make it go away” and with that, you close your eyes.

An: This is my first time writing in like two years so if it's not up to your standards I'm sorry. But if you wanna be tagged in the next part then comment! Also if you have some suggestions on how I can improve please tell me I'm always open to criticism

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Their S/O is an artsy person | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> You touch at everything that’s artistic, like dancing, music, painting, drawing, makeup, etc.

-> Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Tenya Iida, Neito Monoma.

Shoto Todoroki

You being an artsy person was one of the reasons he fell for you. You were always so passionate about your art and were always trying to do something new, he actually got interested and that’s how you ended up dating.

He feels like he can open up about many things to you, as you tell him that art is a manner to express yourself without words. He does try to do some things, but he’s not really good. It still makes him happy cause he has a good time with you, though.

Before you dated, he had already noticed how flexible you were in sports ; and now that you were together, he wanted you to tell him and show him how you could do it. He just couldn’t figure out how a body could do that.

One of your legs was up, as you were standing on the other, and your knee was right next to your face. ‘’How high can you go ?’’ You asked him ; he must’ve been flexible as well, despite not showing it much. He was a hero student, after all.

But actually, he didn’t go that far, it was even rather average. He just ended up snorting when he saw your face. ‘’I’m not that flexible. If you want competition you should ask Bakugou or Midoriya.’’ He said, making you laugh as well.

As you were trying some Halloween makeups, he asked you if you could cover up his scar. You agreed, despite you actually liking this part of him. You managed to cover it well.

‘’I look... very different.’’ He said. ‘’Do you prefer it like this ?’’ You asked. ‘’I don’t know.’’ You bit your lip at his confused expression. ‘’I really love your scar. It’s just a part of you. It disturbs me when you don’t have it.’’ He snorted. ‘’Then we won’t cover it again.’’

Katsuki Bakugou

You used to be a cheerleader in middle school, so you were happy to have a flexible boyfriend. Once, he raised one of his leg up to his head and you were shocked. He chuckled at your reaction. ‘’You didn’t think I could do that too, did you ?!’’

He likes watching what you do overall, whatever it is. He can literally sit next to you and watch for hours, only checking his phone for some minutes. It calms him down and he’s even encouraging you, and that still shocks your classmates everytime.

One thing you discovered with Katsuki, though, was your love for bakery. You were a horrible cook, your cakes were always failed. Thus, Katsuki was the one baking. But what you loved was to decorate those cakes.

As you drew cakes and showed him your ideas, he would always try to make your dreams come true by structuring the cake and make sure it won’t crack or crush with the decorations you want to put on it.

However, you always end up giving the cakes to your parents or his, or to your classmates. You would be eating way too much. People always thank both Katsuki and you when you bake the cakes, but he always says he’s not the one who wanted to do it. He’s a liar.

Something you really like as well is makeup. Your friends say you’re the best at putting makeup in your class, but you consider yourself average. It’s surely because they don’t apply much makeup themselves.

Once, behind closed doors, Katsuki allowed you to put makeup on him. You ended up giving him pigtails too, which made him tsk. You took some pictures that no one else has ever seen. But he was happy to make you happy. It was also kinda relaxing.

Tenya Iida

What he prefers is how you dance. You got much more flexible during your 1st year as you had special sports classes and you trained with Mina. Thus, he loves to see you evolving and improving.

‘’What is that kind of dance ?’’ He asked, seeing you watching some special movements and trying to re-do them. ‘’Voguing ! It’s a dance drag queens do !’’ You explained. He only watched until you were done.

At first, you were a bit taken aback by someone watching you, but you got more and more comfortable around Tenya. So much that you actually ask him to help you with some movements sometimes.

Once, you had tried to paint but you had his shirt on as your pyjamas -you had forgotten. He came back to the dorms to you feeling guilty. ‘’I’m so sorry, I forgot I was wearing your shirt, I’ve put some paint on it !’’ He only giggled, comforting you.

‘’Would you show me what you painted ?’’ He only asked, not caring about his shirt. You showed him a failed paiting of a ballerina, but he actually seemed to like it. ‘’It’s not bad, (Y/N). You should try again and again, I’m sure you’ll get better.’’

Overall, he’s very supportive of you and never judged anything you do. For some reason, he’s very attracted to that side of you, cause you always look so happy and passionate whenever you do something -mostly dancing.

He even asked you to teach him some moves, so if you both ever have to dance or put on a show, he won’t look as ridiculous compared to you as he would without you training him.

Neito Monoma

Even if he always mocks everyone about everything, never once he mocked your art or what you were interested in. Sure, he mocks other things, but you know he doesn’t mean it. You actually tease him about it -roles reversed.

Surprisingly, he’s good at dancing. You learnt it when you asked him to dance with you, and after some funny dances he told you he knew how to slow dance and do other special dances, like salsa. But his favorites are slow movements, he feels closer to you.

You asked him where he had learnt it, but he only said he was a natural. Kendo told you once she caught him training in the dorms, though. As you were in 1A, you weren’t in the same dorms as him.

Indeed, you were a student from the class 1A. But it’s actually thanks to your art and your attitude that he got interested in you, and even before you dated, he wasn’t able to tease or mock you about your passions. That’s how everyone noticed his crush on you.

Once, he was visiting you at your dorm, but as you were cleaning your room, you didn’t notice him. You were singing and dancing, and he recorded you. You jumped when you turned and saw him, but he only told you it was beautiful. Still to this day, he blabbers about how good you are at both singing and dancing.

Something people often ask you to do for them is their makeup. You’re not special, it’s not something you’re very good at, but apparently you’re much better than those people asking you. They find it relaxing to have someone else putting makeup on them.

And once, Mina threw a Halloween party at the dorms. You managed to make Neito come. He had borrowed some clothes from Shinsou to look edgy, but he needed a special touch. And that’s how you ended up putting makeup on Neito. He actually loved it. You had to harass him to make him take it off.

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shutupandshipit · 4 years

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Cold Feet - Oneshot

Summary: There was only eight people in the vast hallway of the church, but the noise they produced was almost suffocating. The light streaming in through stained glass windows was all too bright, bouncing off the white stone and smudge free mirrors that seemed to be everywhere. No matter where he looked, he could see himself, pale and shaking and nervous to the point of nausea.

He was a hero. He could stand up to villains ten times his size, but the thought of walking down the aisle?

He ducked his head between his knees, breathing into the small, warm space.

"Deku?" Ochako's petite hand rested lightly between his shoulder blades. "How are you doing? Excited? Nervous?"

.....

Or where Izuku runs away the first time leaving his groom at the altar, but doesn't the second time.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

There was only eight people in the vast hallway of the church, but the noise they produced was almost suffocating. The light streaming in through stained glass windows was all too bright, bouncing off the white stone and smudge free mirrors that seemed to be everywhere. No matter where he looked, he could see himself, pale and shaking and nervous to the point of nausea.

He was a hero. He could stand up to villains ten times his size, but the thought of walking down the aisle?

He ducked his head between his knees, breathing into the small, warm space.

"Deku?" Ochako's petite hand rested lightly between his shoulder blades. "How are you doing? Excited? Nervous?"

.....

3 YEARS EARLIER

"Deku, are you excited?" Ochako squealed, nearly vibrating in the doorway from the still dark Bridal Party changing room. No one else had started to show up just yet, and so only the dim vanity light was on.

Izuku smiled at her weakly through the dim trying not to think about the deep circles beneath his eyes and the tears he'd had to mop up only two hours before that the makeup artist was going to have to work with. Two hours before had found him at three in the morning in a hotel room by himself having a panic attack after he knew his bridemaids wouldn't hear him through the thin walls. Now, it was five in the morning as he waited for the makeup artist, and he hadn't slept a wink and wasn't bound to in the near future. He'd barely been holding himself together for days, and his brain running ahead of him wasn't helping.

After the makeup artist left, the hairstylist was supposed to show up. Then, he had the manicures and pedicures his mother had insisted on for himself and his bridesmaids and the groomsmen who wanted to join. Once they got back, he had to get dressed and finish with touch-ups before checking with the planner to make sure everything was in place. Granted, that was supposed to be his Maid of Honor's job, but he didn't want to trouble Katsuki with such a menial task.

Even after all that was done, the wedding wasn't supposed to start until ten.

It felt too far away and way to close all at the same time.

He forced a wide grin onto his face, hoisting up his fist. All he could see was the scared flesh, and a sick flush of nausea assaulted him. "Yeah, I'm really excited. This is going to be a great day. I can't wait." He wanted to vomit.

Katsuki slipped in around Ochako holding a tray of take-away cups and a grease stained bag, hip checking her so that she stumbled into the room and grumbled at him. Setting everything down, he removed one of the cups only to press the warm side against Izuku's cheek. "Stop thinking. I could hear your brain running a mile a minute from the car. You're going to freak yourself out."

Izuku could only stare up at him with his fresh face and bright red eyes and neutral mouth. There was red rimmed around his eyes, and he wondered if Katsuki cried when other people couldn't see him. The cup pressed harder into his face until he took it.

"Coffee. Drink it. You look like hell warmed over, idiot," he said as Izuku set the cup down on the creamy stone vanity, "Do you want a donut or a boring ass bagel?"

Mouth filling with saliva, all Izuku could do was stare at him with eyes the size of saucers. He hadn't had a donut in over a year since he'd begun planning the wedding.

"Why would you even ask him that? You know he'd been watching what he eats," Ochako chided as she lifted her own cup, already smeared with the mauve matte lipstick she favored.

Katsuki turned to glare at her. "Hah? That's why I got that stupid fucking bagel like you told me to, but what the fuck does it matter anyway? It's his wedding day. He should be able to eat whatever the fuck he wants. Isn't he supposed to enjoy the day, not tiptoe around during it? It's not like one donut is going to make his suit fit any differently." He turned his glare onto Izuku. "Eat a fucking donut if you want to. You look half dead as it is. Did you even sleep? I have half a mind to make you take a nap."

Ochako laughed brightly, flipping on the overhead lights. "You're such a mom friend, Kat."

"Who the fuck's a mom friend?"

Ignoring the way his eyes stung at the sudden lights, Izuku shook his head in answer and reached for his coffee cup instead of Katsuki like he wanted to. They'd gotten closer after their first year at UA and then closer still when they were scouted by the same agency, but they'd never been friends who casually touched. Not like Katsuki and Kirishima, or Izuku and Ochako. Izuku stopped hoping for anything more when Katsuki and Ochako got together, though their relationship seemed to be the same as it ever was. They didn't act like Izuku thought a couple should. Then again, he and Todoroki had never really acted like he thought a couple should either, even in high school. "I'll just take the bagel," he muttered around the rim of the cup, "No one is going to want it anyway."

Katsuki growled above him before shoving a sweet, maple flavored donut against his lips. "Just eat it, you stubborn ass. I could see you salivating as soon as I said 'donut', so just eat it."

Opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into the soft dough, Izuku nodded shortly and ducked his head to side as tears beginning to fill his eyes.

"He doesn't have to eat it if he doesn't want to, Kat! Don't force him. It's his wedding day!"

He wished she'd stop saying that. It only made him feel sicker every time he heard it.

Spinning away, Katsuki left Izuku to his donut while he yelled, "He's eating it, ain't he? Leave it be, Cheeks! Don't we have shit in the car we still need to get?" As he passed, headed for the door, he ruffled Izuku's hair.

"Right~" Ochako sang, and called over her shoulder as Katsuki herded her out, "We'll be back in a moment. I'll text you if I see the makeup artist. She should be here soon."

He waited until the door had closed to let the tears slip down his cheeks. No, they weren't touchy friends, but sometimes... sometimes Katsuki would touch him at the moments he needed human contact most. That only made Izuku want him more each time. It was excruciating, and yet, he still hadn't told him. Enduring in silence was easier than Katsuki hating him again.

He made his way through one donut then another, crying silently the entire time.

.....

~Present~

"All of the above?" izuku asked in a voice with in increasing octave. "Scared. But, like, a good scared. I'm feeling so much it's making me sick."

Ochako hummed soothingly, rubbing at his back. "Once you see him standing at the altar, all of that will go away. You'll never believe how handsome he looks. He really pulled out all the stops today. And you want to know a secret?"

The smile was so obvious in her voice that Izuku couldn't help, but peak at her. "What?"

"I think he's more nervous than you are, right now. Eijirou had to go run damage control to calm him down. He was worried he was just going to have to give him a shot of vodka or something. That's how you know it's serious." She was grinning so widely it was almost more blinding then the rest of the hall.

"Really?"

She nodded, and as if to corroborate her story, Kirishima bustled back around the corner. He was panting, but smiling as he adjusted his tie and slipped back into his suit jacket. "Oh man, he is a wreck right now, but he'll be fine. Are we about to line up? Is it time yet?"

Mina stepped into his space, smiling from ear to ear as she fixed his tie better and straightened his vest. "Nearly. We're trying to calm down the other groom too. We have to wait for Mr. Aizawa and Mirio to bring Eri and Kota anyway, they're running a little late. There was a villain attack on the way, I guess, but they're almost here. Can't have a wedding without the ring bearers, right?" She turned a wide smile on Izuku, and he couldn't help but smile back.

"We're here. We're here!" Eri called in her high, clear voice as she came running down the hallway with Kota, Aizawa, Mirio and Shinsou on her heels.

They were all dressed sharply in suits and ties. Aizawa and Shinsou had even pulled their hair back into identical ponytails for the occasion.

"Mirio, finally!" Hagakure called from where she was starting to herd people into place. Izuku had picked her as his wedding planner this time around since she'd finally gotten her side business on its feet. He didn't know how she had time to do anything. "Get over here! I thought Ashido was going to have to walk by herself during the procession. The rest of you, get to your seats! Eri, Kota, over here! We've got ten minutes left everyone. Ochako, Eiji, front and center. Mirio, Ashido, behind them. Tenya, Kyouka, after them. Tsu, Sero, next. Melissa, Denki, you're pulling up the rear." She turned on Izuku, gloved hands clasping her clipboard tightly. "Nearly ready, sweetie?"

He smiled, and didn't lie when he said, "I'm starting to calm down. I'll be fine when the time comes."

.....

3 YEARS EARLIER

Mina squealed as she ran around the corner where the guest entrance was and threw her arms around him. Her very round, very pregnant belly pressed into him. "Oh my god, you look amazing!" she gushed, grinning as she held him at arms length, "Shouto's really a lucky guy! I'd be jealous if I didn't have one of my own."

"M-M-Mina, how did you get back here? The ceremony is about to start. Only the Bridal Party is supposed to be over here," Izuku stammered, staring at her with wide eyes. Her appearance was a shock to say the very least.

"I brought some others too," she said conspiratorially, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to show Kirishima, Sero, Denki and Katsuki behind her. Katsuki's eyes were averted, staring down at where Todoroki's sister, Fuyumi, was prattling on nervously beside him. "Kat let us over. He said you were nervous and might need some cheering up while the others are occupied. So, here we are! How are you doing, honey?"

Kirishima pulled him into a hug that crushed all the air from his lungs. "Yeah, bro, how are you doing? It's okay to be nervous. I puked for an hour before. Once the ceremony is done though, you'll feel like a whole new person. I promise."

"Yeah, I don't know anything about that," Denki said as he laughed despite the plain gold engagement ring Shinsou had bestowed upon him glinted on his hand. He pulled Izuku in next. "But you're going to do great! This is what you've been looking forward to for months, right? Granted, Todoroki was the last person I was expecting you to go off and marry, but to each his own. I took you to be more drawn to the emotional type. Anyway, I'll be coming to you for pointers after your honeymoon." He was grinning wide as the sun when he pulled back, as if what he said hadn't ripped a hole right through Izuku's resolve.

"You're talking too much, Denki," Sero reprimanded, slapping the blond upside the back of his head.

"Thanks, guys," Izuku said sincerely even though the occasion didn't feel like one for sincerity. Not with how big of a secret he was clutching to his chest. He was terrified, and that terror curdled in his stomach, burning any butterflies he may have still had to ashes. Burning the hole in his chest only larger. He forced his smile back onto his lips. He was good at pretending. He could get through this. Right? After this was over, he wouldn't have to pretend so hard. Right? "I really appreciate it."

Heat prickled at the back of his eyes. 'Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry,' he chanted silently.

"Alright, dumbasses, get to your seats. We need to get ready back here," Katsuki commanded, easily sliding between Izuku and their friends to defuse the tension and redirect their attention.

Mina darted around Katsuki for one last hard squeeze. "You really do look amazing, hon. I'm so happy for you." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before joining the other three again and sliding her arm through Kirishima's.

"We'll be in the front row with your mom cheering you on!" Denki called over his shoulder, and Sero shushed him louder, turning him back around.

Katsuki waved a hand at them. "Get gone, extras. You'll see him soon enough."

"Right!" they called back jovially, bustling off.

.....

~Present~

"Mama Midoriya, Mama Bakugou, the ceremony is about to start!" Hagakure called as Inko turned the corner with Mitsuki on her heels, smiling widely as tears blurred her big green eyes. "I can only give you a few minutes before you need to head back, okay?"

"I only need one," Inko reassured her, heading Izuku's way.

Izuku straightened, standing shakily. "Mom, you're going to freak the groom out," he joked, grinning wanly as she cupped his face in both her hands and pressed a kiss to each cheek.

"He'll be fine," Mitsuki said, "He's already puked, and that redhead slipped him some little bottles of something so he's calmed down a little. Don't be surprised if the big baby faints though. He looks close enough to it." She laughed uproariously, and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered harder.

"She's right. He'll be fine," Inko said, and he looked back at her tear streaked face, "I just wanted to say that I am so, so proud of you for following your heart. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom," Izuku whispered, throat tight with the beginning of his own tears.

"Don't hug him, Inko, or you'll stain his suit with tears. And you're about to start making him cry," Mitsuki cautioned, pulling her away gently, "You can smother him with all your tear stained glory at the end, alright?" She took Inko's place though, pulling Izuku into her smaller body to squeeze him tightly. "We've been waiting for this day for a long time. You two are going to make each other very happy. I already know it. Because you're both dummies." When she pulled back, she slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Izuku chuckled, sniffling as he dabbed lightly at the bottom of his eyes for any stray moisture. "Yeah. Yeah we are."

"Five minutes!" Hagakure called from the procession.

"Alright! We've got to scram! We'll see you inside," Mitsuki said, wrapping an arm around Inko's heaving shoulders to guide her back inside.

Closing his eyes, Izuku breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh of nervousness.

.....

3 YEARS EARLIER

In their wake was Inko, teary eyed and smiling. "Just another moment before you line up," she murmured, and Katsuki wandered off again with a glance over his shoulder to find Fuyumi for the procession. Inko cupped his cheek as she stepped close, tears tracking down her face. "You look so beautiful. I'm so proud of you." She inhaled deeply, and something stabbed deep into his guts. She shouldn't be, not for this. Because this was probably the most dishonest he'd ever been in his life. She shouldn't be proud of a son who was living a lie. Who was marrying someone he didn't even love because he couldn't get over the one he did love.

Bracketing in his face with both hands, she stared directly into his eyes and whispered very softly, "I know you're doing what you think is right, but I want to make sure you're sure about this. It's okay to say no. It's okay to say yes. In the end, as long as you're happy, I'll be happy." Like it was her second quirk, she seemed to have read the thoughts right out of his head like she often did, and his throat was tighter than he could believe. He could barely breathe. "But I can tell when you're being truthful and when you're lying to yourself, baby. I'll support you no matter what decision you make."

"I..." He trailed off unable to string his words together, breath trembling as he inhaled deeply in an effort to calm himself. When he smiled it was more fragile than any of the others he'd worn that day. "Thanks, Mom. I love you."

Her smile was small and fragile, a mirror of his own. "I love you too, baby," she whispered, hugging him one last time before heading off to her seat.

.....

~Present~

Toshinori pressed a chaste kiss to Aizawa's lips -a development none of them had seen coming as most of the class had placed bets on either Aizawa and Present Mic or Toshinori and Inko- before finding his way to Izuku's side. "Are you ready, my boy?" he asked, smiling as he placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, calm and grounding and very much appreciated.

Mutely, Izuku nodded, smile a jagged wobbly line across his lips. "Since I was a kid," he admitted, smile widening and solidifying when Toshinori laughed. "I'm really-" He hiccupped, pressing the heel of his hand beneath one of his eyes to try and stem the flow of tears. He really, really didn't want to look like a soggy mess when Katsuki saw him for the first time in two days. "I'm really, really happy that you agreed to walk me again. I remember what you said last time, and I never got to reply. When you said that to me, I wanted to tell you that I'm the same. My dad has never been around. I haven't even seen him since I was really little. Honestly, I don't remember a thing about him except for his quirk. I wanted to say that no matter what any document says, you're actually my dad. And I'm so grateful for that. And grateful that you're here sharing this important moment with me."

The smile that broke across Toshinori's face was blinding. He pulled Izuku in against his chest, arms strong around his shoulders. He was still far taller than Izuku could ever hope to be, but instead of coming to the middle of his chest like he used to, Izuku could press his forehead to his collarbone now.

So he did.

"It's all still true, and I'm glad you asked me again." They stood in each other's arms until Hagakure bustled over and began to fuss over them.

"Enough of that! You're going to ruin your face! The others are about to walk, and you need to line up!"

Pulling apart, they smiled up at each other. "Okay," Izuku said firmly, still smiling, "I'm ready."

.....

3 YEARS EARLIER

While Izuku had been speaking with his mother, the planner had herded everyone into line, leaving Izuku and Toshinori as the very back where they would be until she called for them again. They watched silently as the others linked arms and carefully shifted red skirts and yanked down black suit jackets. With Katsuki and Yaoyorozu at the front of the procession, he didn't get another chance to catch Katsuki's eye.

To remind himself of why he was doing this in the first place.

The music started, low and sonorous and familiar. A reminder of hours upon hours of wedding videos and multiple bottles of wine, curled up on the couch with Katsuki, Ochako, Yaoyorozu and Fuyumi. Nausea curled thickly in his stomach.

The doors opened. The procession disappeared into the room ahead. The doors closed again.

The silence was peculiar in that way that only muffled silence can be.

Shifting his bouquet of ivy and white roses from one hand to the other, Izuku wiped his palms on his slacks.

"Izuku," Toshinori started, and Izuku startled, looking up with wide green eyes.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to say..." Toshinori paused to clear his throat. "I wanted to say that I know I'm not your father and I'm only standing in for him on this important day, but I wanted to let you know that I am as proud as a father. I'm honored to be giving you away to someone that you love today. I don't have any biological children of my own, but you are the closest thing to a son I'll ever have. I'm so very proud of you, my boy."

Izuku had been close to tears all day, right on the very precipice of bursting, but that was the tipping point. One tear slipped out followed closely by another, and he said, "All Might, I-"

The doors opened before them, and spread out in front of him was miles of white fabric and white pews and blinding white light filtering in from outside. There were all of his friends and family tucked into the pews, turned in their seats to look at him with excited, expectant eyes. So much expectation, just like always. There was Yaoyorozu and Fuyumi in floor length red dresses and Natsuo in a black tux with a red shirt and bowtie. On the other side, there was Katsuki in the bottle green suit he'd insisted on and Iida in a black tux that he looked far less comfortable in. Ochako stood between them in an identical dress to Yaoyorozu and Fuyumi. Then there was Todoroki standing next to Yaoyorozu in a black suit with red accents throughout with as blank an expression as ever, but his eyes were shining.

.....

~Present~

"It's time!" Hagakure sang, and the entire wedding party startled into stillness. Shoulders straightened. Arms tightened against each other. The silence was deafening. "Come on, people! The grooms are supposed to be nervous, not the wedding party! Smile, you're killing me!" The unobtrusive sound of a camera shutter was the only sound of a moment before Ochako started to laugh all the way at the front of the procession.

The others followed suit, letting nervous laughter fall from their lips, shuffling in their dresses and suits, sighing through their noses.

Hagakure set her clipboard off to the side. "Okay, Kota, Eri. We're going to go right before Izuku. Get creative with those flower petals, alright! We're going to put on a show to present Izuku, got it?"

"Right!" the pair shouted together, and there were the smiles that had been missing from everyone's faces.

As the music began and before the procession started to move, Izuku crouched to tap Kota and Eri on the shoulders. They turned, and he couldn't help but to pull them in against him. "I'm so happy you two could be here." When he pulled back, they were beaming. "You two look amazing." Eri wore a dress she'd gotten to pick out herself, a knee length princess dress with a blown out skirt in pale red with a pastel green sash across her waist and red sunflowers woven into her braid. Kota was her counterpart in pastel green shorts and suit jacket with a pale red button up and eucalyptus pinned to his lapel.

Eri smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. "You're the pretty one, Deku."

They turned as the doors opened.

.....

3 YEARS AGO

Izuku stalled at the door, breathless and sick to his stomach. God, he was actually going to vomit. He could feel it. The curdling in his stomach. The bile burning the back of his throat. Distress grew exponentially in his chest, and he gripped Toshinori's arm tightly. 'I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.'

Everyone was smiling, grinning, waving, bouncing. Excitement and happiness radiated through the room, pressing against him.

He was hyperventilating.

The only person not smiling or looking particularly happy to be there was Katsuki, stoic and still, waiting to take Izuku's bouquet. When he caught Izuku's eye though, a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth.

Izuku didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be doing this. He didn't want Katsuki to watch him get married to someone else.

"Izuku?" Toshinori whispered when he tried to take a step forward, but couldn't. He glanced down at Izuku.

Before they could take a single step, Izuku ripped away from him and bolted down the hall.

There was a collective gasp. A squealing of pew feet against stone. Someone's footsteps dashing after him. "Stay! I'll get him!"

He ran faster, faster, faster. He wasn't going to be dragged back, couldn't be. He wasn't going to be told that it was just nerves, that he was just getting cold feet. He couldn't marry Todoroki. He wouldn't make him live a lie, and he didn't want to live one either. That would make them both miserable in the end. So, he ran. He ran harder and faster than he had in his life, chest heaving and feet pounding against stone.

They were deep within the church, but just like anywhere else, he knew every exit and possible escape route. It took only moments before he was out in open air, sucking in greedy lungfuls of hot summer air, gasping out a sob as the sunlight hit his face. He flagged, just for the barest of moments, but sped back up when he heard whoever had come after him running down the hall he'd taken.

"Dammit, Deku, stop running, you idiot!"

He couldn't, wouldn't, and instead launched himself onto the top of a building to prove that point. He had to run. Run. Run. Run! If he was fast, he was sure he could make it to the airport in time for the next flight overseas. He should know. He'd been checking times and availability every day for months. He could leave and never turn back, disappear from Japan so no one would ever have to be hurt by him again. Because surely, Todoroki would be hurt by this. There was no doubt in his mind.

"Deku! Fucking Izuku, just stop!" The voice was right in his ear, and he was yanked so forcefully that his shoes skidded and pain rocketed up through his shoulder. "Izuku, stop, just stop. Where are you going?"

"Let me go, Kacchan," he bit out, turning to glare at Katsuki through a haze of tears. His face must have looked like a ruin.

They were both panting harshly, and Katsuki had discarded or lost his suit jacket in the process. The sleeves of his button-up were smoking, but seemingly intact. "No. What are you doing? Where are you going running like that? You're just going to leave Icy-hot at the altar like that? Isn't this what you've wanted?"

Izuku broke. His sobs came in quick, rolling waves, and he strained against Katsuki's ironclad grip without much effect. "No! No, I don't want this! I don't want to marry Shouto, I never did! I don't want to marry him!"

Katsuki blinked, his grip loosening, but not enough for Izuku to slip free. "Then what the fuck was all this? Why did you get all the way to this point before getting cold feet? Don't you-" He stopped, swallowing loud enough for Izuku to hear the dry ticking of his throat. "Shit, don't you fucking love Icy-Hot?"

"No!"

"Then what?" Katsuki exploded. "Fucking explain it to me!"

"I love you! I want to marry you! I don't want to be marrying Shouto or anybody else! I thought that if I just continued since he loved me, then I could make myself love him back, but I couldn't! I couldn't make myself stop loving you, or start loving him. I thought if I continued with it, then when it came to the day, I would realize or I wouldn't be able to turn back. I'd finally be able to do it. But I can't! I've only ever wanted to be with you! I still love you! I'm sorry!" His voice broke around another sob, and he scrubbed at his eyes viciously, ruining all the hard work his make-up artist had put into coverup his sleep deprivation and smearing black across his suit sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You were with Chako- And I- I couldn't- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just let me go. I'm sorry." He slowly started to sink to his knees, but Katsuki kept him off the ground.

"You're going to fuck up your suit more. It's white. Everything makes it dirty."

"I don't care."

Katsuki inhaled deeply before asking, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You're with Chako," Izuku whispered desperately, feeling like an idiot for opening his mouth instead of just turning and attacking Katsuki. If he'd caught him off guard, he might have been able to get free. It was too late now. "I wanted you to be happy."

Katsuki huffed in irritation, yanking Izuku to his feet and against his chest. "You really are such a moron. Cheeks and I are together out of convenience so we could get out careers off the ground without the media being up our asses. It's a farce that our agencies agreed on. We only did it because you were already with Icy-Hot and figured neither of us had a chance."

Izuku clutched at the back of Katsuki's shirt desperately, confused and hopeful at the same time. "I-I don't understand."

"I'm the same, dumbass. I've only ever wanted to be with you, but figured you would never look at me the same way because of what I did to you when we were kids."

Sobbing harder, Izuku pressed his sopping face into Katsuku's chest. "I forgave you for that a long time ago! Stupid, stupid, stupid Kacchan!"

"Yeah, well, you're not so smart yourself, shitty nerd." They stood there for several long moments until Izuku calmed down enough to stand without assistance, staring down at his feet. "There's a whole church of people waiting for us to get back."

Izuku shook his head. "I can't go back," he whispered, fidgeting with the edge of his suit jacket, "I can't face any of them."

"Where were you running to, then?"

Heat flushed across Izuku's face. "The airport." Shame boiled in his gut. It had been cowardly what he'd been doing. Katsuki would hate that, would hate him, but he pushed on. "I put in a package for work in America. I got the acceptance back last week. I... I haven't told anyone. I figured I could just go, and then no one would have to see me again."

"That's a pretty shitty thing to do. Running away from your problems like that." Izuku nodded, but didn't look up, and Katsuki let out another long sigh. "Are there planes leaving today?"

"Yes. Several. I'll miss the soonest at this rate though."

"When's the next?"

"Three."

A pause, and then Katsuki said, "Let's go."

"What?" Izuku shot back, still unable to look him in the eye even as he began to spew all the things wrong with that plan. About acceptance letters and apartments.

Katsuki wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, effectively bringing his rambling to a halt. "Look at me." When he complied, he found the ever-present impenetrable smirk twisting Katsuki's lips. "Good thing I got my acceptance letter too. You're not the only one who runs from their problems. So, let's go. Let's elope. I'll call Cheeks, and she'll help deal with everything we leave behind. So, let's go. We can stop and pack a suitcase or two before I call her. If we hurry, we'll make the next flight."

Izuku couldn't believe his ears, mouth gaping open. "R-really? R-right now?"

"What? You don't believe me? Think I'm going to cart you back to Icy-Hot to face the music? You need proof or something?"

"No, that's not what I meant! I-" Katsuki kissed him, and Izuku's heart had never soared higher in his life. When Katsuki prodded questioningly at his lips with his tongue, Izuku opened his mouth and greedily devoured everything Katsuki had to offer him.

When they pulled back, panting and desperate, Katsuki asked, "Enough proof?"

"Just one more." Izuku dragged him back down, and Katsuki went without a fuss.

....

~Present~

The wedding party made their slow march inside, and the doors closed for what felt like a century. Izuku knew that his impatience was getting to him. His fingers tightened around Toshinori's arm and his bouquet of vibrant red sunflowers and eucalyptus. He had to keep himself from fidgeting as they waited and waited. And waited... And waited...

He'd been holding himself so still that he jumped when the doors finally opened. The scene was eerily reminiscent of the first time he'd been standing at the end of an aisle, but also, nothing like it at all. Again, his friends and family all smiled widely, turned to face him in their seats. A pearly white train leading up to the podium. White pews.

This time though, there was color everywhere. Red sunflowers and eucalyptus were threaded with gauzy red and green fabric around an arch, and the same could be found strung between the pews. Red petals like drops of wine guided the way to the podium. Off to one side, Ochako, Melissa and Tsu stood in off the shoulder mid-thigh dresses of pastel green with red accents while Mirio and Iida wore suits in the same color scheme. On the other side, Mina and Jirou wore floor length pale red dresses with green accents while Kirishima, Sero and Denki matched them in their suits. Eri held Ochako's hand and Kota stood with his hands shoved in his pockets in front of Kirishima. They all beamed at him.

The biggest difference was the person waiting at the end for him.

Todoroki sat in a pew behind Inko with Yaoyorozu, his mother, father and siblings this time, smiling gently if a little sadly at him. After Izuku had apologized, they hadn't spoken for the better part of a year. Their relationship was still strained, but it was still there. He hadn't expected Todoroki to even show up, but he was happy that he had.

At the podium and beside Kirishima, Katsuki looked like he was making an effort to keep his hands clasped in front of him. His face was white as a sheet, lips set in a jagged nervous line, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He wore an immaculate white suit, the twin to Izuku's, and he looked so handsome.

Izuku couldn't help the smile that burst across his face when their eyes locked, and only when he and Toshinori took the first step through the doors did Katsuki's expression transform to match Izuku's, color returning to his face and imbedding in his cheeks.

As he walked, he saw Kirishima shake Katsuki's shoulder aggressively, whispering in his ear. Izuku's smile only grew wider.

In his head, he heard Katsuki's words from two days before flow through his mind like a whisper because they had been whispered, right against his ear, 'Don't go running this time, nerd. I'll never forgive you.' But Izuku wasn't even imagining that scenario, not right on the edge of everything he'd ever wanted. This time, there were only butterflies in his stomach.

Toshinori hugged him tightly at the podium, and then his hand was clutched in Katsuki's sweaty fingers. There were tears on his cheeks and a smile on his face. "Hi," Izuku whispered when Katsuki pressed a kiss to his forehead and dabbed away his tears with a handkerchief he'd had at the ready.

"Not gonna run this time?" Katsuki whispered back as the priest began the ceremony.

"No. Never." There was no possible way he'd run this time.

Izuku cried through Katsuki's vows, turning his face from the onlookers with a scarred first pressed to his mouth. When Izuku gave his, Katsuki pressed his forehead to their clasped hands to hide his face.

And when they finally pressed together to kiss fervently, their guests screams echoing through the hall, it was the happiest Izuku had ever been in his life.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #wedding fic #here have a thing #i love it so much #my writing #one shot #cold feet

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shions-songbirds · 4 years

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White Day, I Guess

(also posted on ao3)

Bakugou had a lot of plans of white day. After all, he and Todoroki were in a… relationship, now, and it was only fair to return the favor from Valentine’s Day. That’s what he was supposed to do. Todoroki gave him homemade chocolates, subpar as they had been, so he owed him something for white day in turn. And he had planned on doing something. He had. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he got a message from his parents two days before, telling him that he was going to be doing a photoshoot for them, and no, he didn’t have a choice, and no, they didn’t care if he didn’t want to. He was getting paid, so he better have his ass over there by seven in the morning. He growled, but in the end, he did as he was told, knowing his parents would forcibly drag him in if he denied them. Or rather, his mom would.

But he refused to go alone. Even if things weren’t going as planned, he was dragging Icyhot along to watch, if for no other reason than to keep him from going insane. And afterwards, well, hopefully they’d have time to fit in a date or whatever. Something in the spirit of the holiday. Todoroki didn’t seem too put off when he’d told him, just tilted that head in that dumb kitten kind of way and nodded after a moment.

“All I care about is spending time with you on white day,” he’d told him, and fuck him, he didn’t have the right to be cute. He’d grumbled in response, unsure of what to say, before huffing out to meet him in his room at six. Todoroki gave a little nod, and that was that. Icyhot disappeared to either his own room or Deku’s, and Bakugou was content in the knowledge that they’d still be spending time together. Or whatever. He wasn’t going to get sappy. He wasn’t.

They’d still do something on white day, he’d make sure of that. No matter how late his parents kept him, how long the shoot went on, he’d make sure they had time for something. Todoroki showed his affections on Valentine’s Day, he had to show his own. Even if he wasn’t the best at it. He’d only admit that to himself, though, that he was pretty bad at showing his emotions. Though, everyone could piece that together for themselves.

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Considering it was only two days away, white day came pretty quick, a lot faster than it felt like it probably should’ve. And Bakugou paced irritably around his room as he waited for his boyfriend to show up. It was almost six, and he didn’t want to be kept waiting. They had to leave pretty much as soon as Todoroki arrived, if they wanted to get there on time, and Bakugou didn’t really want to deal with his mother pissed off, so they were getting there on time. He was about ready to march upstairs to Todoroki’s room, see what was taking him so long, not that he was even late yet, when the aforementioned boy knocked on his door, peeking in, the time exactly 6:00. At least he was punctual. Bakugou would’ve preferred early, but this was fine too.

“Don’t get comfortable,” he warned, “we’ve got to head out to the shoot, no time to dawdle.” Or do anything else. Well, not completely… He pulled Todoroki into a quick kiss, a silent good morning, before he snagged his arm, grip firm but gentle. He wasn’t joking when he said they didn’t have time to dawdle, they didn’t. Todoroki seemed fine with this development, though, offering a tiny smile, and those were so rare to everyone else but he had them handed to him on a daily basis and that meant a lot more than he was willing to unpack, and happily going along with him.

They had approval to leave the campus, Bakugou had made sure of that, so getting out was rather simple, and the walk to the bus station was quiet, however, once they got there, Todoroki turned to him, his mismatched eyes shining with curiosity.

“Why did you agree to do this photoshoot?” he asked. It wasn’t like he minded, he was being honest when he said all he wanted out of the day was to be around Bakugou, but he did have to wonder. Bakugou had never struck him as the type to want to be in a photoshoot. He didn’t expect to get a nonchalant shrug in response.

“Parents told me to, and it’s too much fucking trouble to tell them no,” he said in reply, looking slightly annoyed but mostly like he didn’t care, like this was fairly normal, which he could tell confused Todoroki greatly, the other looking even more confused than he had a minute ago.

“Why would your parents want you in photoshoots? Is it a publicity thing or--” he cut himself off, looking no less confused than he had a second ago. Bakugou didn’t understand what he was so caught up on.

“Of course it’s a publicity thing, dumbass,” and if there was an affectionate note to the insult, well, no one but Todoroki needed to know that, “what else would it be? They want me to model their white day collection, something about how I’m the only male model they have that fits their fucking criteria for it. Tch. They just want cheap labor.” And wow, he did not expect his boyfriend to look even more confused than he had a minute ago, but it seemed Todoroki was making it his goal to not understand anything he was being told today. He sighed. “What the hell are you caught up on?”

“I-- are you parents fashion designers??” he asked, and he sounded so genuinely confused that Bakugou had to accept that he wasn’t joking. That somehow, his dumb boyfriend had no idea that his parents were fashion designers, despite the fact that he was certain it had come up at least a few times while they were out together, either by Bakugou growling at a magazine that had his face on it, or by some offhanded mention of a new line coming out that he was getting sent some clothes for. They didn’t talk about family much, sure, Bakugou knew that was a sensitive topic for Todoroki and frankly, he didn’t give any fucks what that fiery bastard was up to, but he’d been certain he knew. Well, at least they were clearing this up now, he supposed.

“Yeah, fucking of course they are, what did you think they did?” he asked, genuinely curious, only to get a hapless shrug in response. Before the other could respond, the bus arrived, and they quieted as they got on, but Bakugou was intent on picking back up this conversation later, all too curious about what Todoroki had thought his parents did, thought of his family.

Unfortunately, it seemed they weren’t going to be getting that opportunity, because the moment he arrived, one of his parent’s make up artists immediately began attempting to haul him off while his mom barked orders all across the shoot. Todoroki looked out of his element, uncertain what he was meant to do, hesitantly taking a seat off to the side. Bakugou hoped his boyfriend would be able to just hang out there, but immediately, he saw his mom swoop in on him like a vulture on a carcass, looking him over. She put up a hand to stop the make up artist currently trying to haul him off to the back, the one he was currently fighting so he could help Todoroki at least get a little bit settled before he had to abandon him. The artist relaxed their grip, letting him wrench himself free and walk over to his mom.

“What do you want, hag?” he growled, unhappy with her eyeing up his boyfriend, knowing she was probably going to try and drag him into the shoot, and he was not okay with that.

She chose to ignore his rudeness for the moment, focused in on Todoroki, and that was not a good sign. “He’s one of your classmates, right? Endeavor’s son,” Todoroki minutely flinched, Bakugou growled, Mitsuki ignored him, continuing on, “you brought him with you.”

“He’s my boyfriend, fucking of course I brought him with me,” he growled, and though she seemed shocked for a moment, a wide grin soon split across her face.

“Perfect, so I can use him for a couple’s shoot with you two.” Without even waiting for a response, she called over one of the makeup artists, who immediately pulled Todoroki out of his chair and hauled him off. It pissed Bakugou off to no end. Todoroki wasn’t meant to be a damn part of this, he had no contract and he wasn’t fucking getting paid, but his mom didn’t seem to care, back to barking orders.

“I’ll need you to be cute, Katsuki, or as cute as you can manage,” his mom instructed him offhandedly, continuing to direct people around.

“I’m not fucking cute, old hag,” he said with another growl, “go bother someone else. And for fuck’s sake, be nice to Icyhot, and fucking pay him, I can’t believe you dragged him into this bullshit.” He was pissed off for Todoroki’s sake, honestly, utterly miffed about everything going on. He could see his boyfriend, smiley that dumb, goofy smile a short way’s away, still being pulled along, and though he didn’t get it in the slightest, it was still cute. Not that he’d admit that.

He willingly let himself be pulled around by the makeup artist to her station, so poor Todoroki wasn’t left alone to suffer with them. His boyfriend offered him another smile, smaller than the previous one, but he looked extremely uncomfortable, almost wincing the moment the makeup artist touched his face. He’d ask about that later, sometime when they weren’t be crowded by his parents’ staff.

He let out almost a snarl when the makeup artists began discussing whether or not to try to cover his boyfriend’s scar.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed. “Touch his scar and I’m marching out of here with him, and I will not be coming back. Understood?” he asked, though he wasn’t really asking. Either they said they understood or he and Todoroki were gone. They were not going to give his boyfriend one more thing to be insecure about regarding his scar. He was perfectly fucking attractive exactly as he was, thank you, and he wouldn’t let them change a damn thing about Todoroki.

Todoroki, who was looking at him with the gentlest smile he had ever seen. “Thank you,” he said, his voice practically a whisper, and the moment felt too soft, too important for where they were at the moment. He averted his gaze, staring at the ground.

“Don’t mention it,” he said quietly. “I’m not gonna let them fuck with your face, you’re fine as you are. More than fine.” Todoroki gave him that soft look again, and it tugged at something in his chest.

The rest of makeup went without a hitch, really, but the feeling lingered in Bakugou’s chest, and he wasn’t sure what that meant. Wasn’t sure what Todoroki’s occasional gentle glances went. Well, no, he thought he did, maybe, anyway, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it, not right now, not here.

After makeup, he was having clothes thrown at him, with a myriad of cautions to avoid touching his face, avoid messing with his makeup at all, and reminded that they’d be doing his hair after the fact, which had him quickly scowling. He hated people messing with his hair. He hoped they didn’t fuck too much with Todoroki’s long hair, didn’t want them to mess it up. He was too pretty for whatever dumb bullshit he was certain his mom was planning on pulling. Also, he was not happy with the fact that they were currently separated.

His clothes on, he swatted at the hairstylists starting to crowd him. “I’m gonna get some fucking water, screw off,” he said, marching off. He didn’t need water, didn’t want water, but he did want to check on Todoroki, make sure his boyfriend was okay, that they weren’t trying to pull him out of his comfort zone or something.

They’d just finished dressing him up, it seemed, and he currently had someone brushing through his hair, seemingly getting ready to braid it. He put a gentle hand on his shoulder, Todoroki immediately turning to look at him.

“Okay, icyhot?” he asked, too quiet for the others to hear. Todoroki offered a quiet hum.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, that look in his eyes again. That damn look. He nodded, moving to head off.

“Good. If you need me, hunt me down,” he said, as though he wasn’t going to check on him again. He was absolutely going to. He was quickly hauled off for hair, and soon, finally, he was getting some damn pictures taken.

He wasn’t happy about it, but the sooner these got done, the better. And if he took frequent breaks to check in on Todoroki, to make sure he was okay, to give a once over to whatever clothing they shoved him, whatever makeup touch ups he did, the fucking wonder they did with his hair, the gorgeous braid in the front of his hair, framing the left side of his face. His boyfriend was so fucking pretty.

Every time he checked in on him, Todoroki gave him that look and every time he went running off shortly after, offering a small smile in return, as awkward as he was sure it looked, it made Todoroki light up even more. He was not blushing when he went back, he wasn’t. He wasn’t. (He was.)

He had his own shoot individually, away from his boyfriend, and where Todoroki was during that, he didn’t know, but soon enough, he was herded over to his side, and immediately orders were being barked at them about how to pose, occasionally being manhandled by his mom, sometimes his dad, to get the ideal position, showing off the clothes just right.

They was sure they got a lot of good pictures. Certainly. He was also sure they had quite a few of them doing various things they absolutely were not supposed to do. Antics he refused to acknowledge but knew the flash had gone off as they were occuring. He’d have to talk to his parents, make sure those didn’t get anywhere outside this room. And to him. But overall, it went well, and soon enough, the end of the shoot came.

He couldn’t say what sparked it, what made that gentle expression on Todoroki’s face morph into him pulling him up into a kiss, a proper one. Maybe it was the thought that the cameras were off, maybe it was just something he did, he didn’t know, but one second he was standing there, talking to his boyfriend, and the next he was being pulled into a kiss, a kiss he happily returned.

A kiss that was immediately marked by the bright, startling flash of a camera behind them, causing Todoroki to jolt back in shock.

“Sorry,” he murmured quietly, obviously not intending for there to have been a picture taken of it. Bakugou rolled his eyes, offering a confident smirk.

“Don’t worry about it, it won’t make it to the press,” he said. He’d make sure of it. And his assurance seemed to be enough for Todoroki, his boyfriend immediately melting into his side.

It was late, he noted as they left, too late to go out anywhere, but dammit, he and Todoroki were still going to have a good white day. Reaching up, he cupped his boyfriend’s face, pulling him down to his level.

“C’mon, we’re going to the store. I’m going to teach you, you fucking madman, how to properly make chocolate from scratch.”

And that was how they spent the rest of the evening, throwing together ingredients to make the perfect chocolate. Bakugou even tried to let his boyfriend actually help. Keyword being tried. Watching Todoroki move around the kitchen like he had never been in one before, like a helpless fucking kitten, reminded him why he hated having others in his space. His kitchen.

He even tried literally coming up behind his boyfriend and guiding his hands, which didn’t seem to bother Todoroki at all, in fact, he seemed pretty pleased with the situation, but soon enough, even that got to be too much, and he shooed Todoroki out of the way.

“Just watch,” he told him, “I can walk you through it, but if we keep trying to do this together this batch is going to be beyond fucked up.”

“‘kay,” Todoroki replied, not seeming bothered in the slightest. After all, he was more than happy to watch Bakugou work.

All in all, despite everything, it had been a good day. Maybe not as good as if Bakugou had gotten his way, but good.

“Happy white day, I guess,” he said to Todoroki as he dropped him off at his room. Todoroki grinned back at him, a proper grin. Bakugou’s heart fluttered.

“Happy white day,” he said in reply. “I love you.” It was a quiet admission, so quiet Bakugou was almost certain he hadn’t heard it all, the door already sealed behind Todoroki, but it lingered in his head. His chest tightened again, that feeling returning, and loathe as he was to admit it, he knew what it meant.

Knew he loved him too, even if he wasn’t totally ready to say it aloud. Todoroki would give him time, though, he was sure. Even if he was slow to admit his feelings, he always did, and Todoroki knew that.

And if, pinned up on his door, away from most prying eyes, he had a set of photos from that shoot, of Todoroki poking his cheek to try and make him smile, of him drawing a full on cackle out of Todoroki at a quiet remark at his father’s expense, of him pinning Todoroki up against the wall, of the kiss, well, that was no one’s business but his.

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: Her Golden Feathers Written with @kmmcmdraws Pairing: Huwumi, Todomomo Rating: E (this fic has NSFW) Word Count: 7,605 Read on Ao3 Summary:

After secretly dating for months now, Hawks and Fuyumi finally decide to go public with their relationship at the Heroes' Gala event. Of course, Hawks makes sure she looks her very best and she's determined to have fun, despite her unsuspecting father and brother attending the same event.

Thank you to @kmmcmdraws for the BEAUTIFUL ART and for reading this over <3

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the image of a stranger staring back at her. She had never looked this good. She felt like a goddess descended from the heavens; ethereal, unreal, and so unlike herself.

Leaning towards her image, Fuyumi slowly rose her fingers to her cheek, hovering over her skin about to touch it. The last thing she wanted to do was tarnish the makeup she had spent hours sitting in a chair for. It covered her face, the soft undertones of glitter glistening on her cheeks. Her pale skin, for once, looked rosy and full. She had no idea how the makeup artist had made her look so... perfect.

Her face did, however, look naked without her glasses. She could see her eyes clearly, as well as the liner that trailed her lower lid and the red lipstick made her lips look fuller.

Her white hair was pulled back into a low bun, a few loose pieces framing her face. It was strange, how it looked like it had happened by accident, when each piece had been carefully placed against her cheeks and pulled back in the classy, yet messy bun.

She barely recognized herself and she wondered if they would recognize her either; her father and her brother. Maybe she would slip by them, unnoticed.

Fuyumi highly doubted that.

She pulled in a deep breath, pressing her hands against her stomach. She had never worn anything like this either. The long black dress was slimming, hugging her hips and pushing up her breasts. It didn't surprise her he had chosen to do that and she smirked to herself. She supposed he didn't have control over her dress, it was mostly the designer sponsoring him for the evening, but still, given the most important part of the outfit, she knew he had to have some say.

Slowly, she turned herself around to look at the cape of golden feathers which cascaded down her lower back. They draped over her lower arms and flowed down her back. The layers of feathers ranged from small to large. It honestly looked stunning, shockingly so, given the implications. The cape had been delicately put together. A stylist had helped her put it on and moving around in it right now almost felt wrong.

Admittedly, she couldn't believe she was wearing something like this.

She turned back towards the front, wishing her heart would slow down, but there was so much riding on this evening and the closer it drew, the more her anxiety peaked.

Suddenly, her vision went dark, and she gasped.

"Hello beautiful." His voice slipped into her ear, lips caressing her neck. His hands slipped around her body, his fingers splaying over her stomach to wrap their hands together. "You look perfect. Feathers suit you. I thought they would." She could hear the smirk in his voice, the lilting tone making her skin tingle.

"Mmm," she hummed, leaning her head back against his shoulder, careful not to ruin the bun. "You would love this, Hawks," she teased, purring his name out.

"And I do," he hummed, nuzzling his nose against his neck.

She turned to face him and he spread out his long, red wings, wrapping them around her body to pull her close. Hawks did clean up nicely, for someone so incredibly casual. The tux fit perfectly on his thin, muscular frame and she thought it was cute he had a nice bow tie on as well. Golden feather cuff links shone on his wrists, matching her dress and the stylist had tried her very best to do something about his unruly blond hair. It looked as though the woman had attempted to smooth it down, but it had already started to return to its normal shape.

He smirked, wrapping his hands around her jaw, brushing his thumbs lightly over her cheeks. Pulling their lips together, he kissed her softly. His wings pressed against her back, pushing her close to him.

She giggled softly against his lips, pulling back, but he immediately followed her, pecking at her lips again. "Hawks," she said, leaning back towards his wings. "You're going to ruin my makeup!"

"I won't," he smirked. "Just one more."

"You're greedy," she whispered, stroking his cheek back. She was tempted to mess with his hair, but she knew how important this night was.

He kissed her again, softly cupping under her chin. "They... really did an amazing job with the dress," he said. He moved his hand around to turn her around, glancing at the feathers down her back.

"I know," she said, looking at herself in the mirror. "I don't even look like myself," she whispered.

He chuckled and let his fingers brush over the feathers which rest on her arm. "You do. You just look... like you in a classy dress."

She smirked, looking at the way his hand moved up and down her arm. "You're such a flatterer."

"I can't help that my girlfriend is the most amazing woman in the world."

She rolled her eyes and sucked in a long breath of air, staring at herself in the mirror. Tonight...

She had managed to somehow avoid feeling stressed about the evening throughout the whirlwind of preparation. But now that she was done and they were both ready, the nerves began to bubble up inside of her. Her breathing grew shallow as she stared at her unfamiliar reflection.

"What?" He frowned, squeezing his hand over her cold fingers.

Tonight was the first time she would be seen officially in public with her boyfriend, which wouldn't have been a big deal if he wasn't the number two hero and she wasn't the daughter of the number one.

"It's nothing," she whispered.

"I'm not an idiot," he snorted, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand.

She raised an eyebrow at him, smirking playfully. "Are you sure about that?"

"Well, I can tell when you're not happy about something," he admitted.

She sighed, turning her gaze to the floor, unable to even look at herself. "I-I... are you sure this is okay?" She asked the question, but when she really thought about it, she didn't actually want to know the answer.

What if he said no? What if this was all a mistake? Maybe they should keep it a secret a bit longer. She didn't want people thinking Hawks was dating her for the wrong reasons and on top of that there was her father...

"A-And I mean we don't... have any idea how he will react."

It also wouldn't have been so anxiety inducing if she had actually told her father she was dating Hawks. Instead she had kept it a secret and now he would be finding out this evening along with the rest of the world.

The only person who knew was her mother, who had gotten it out of Fuyumi during one of their regular visits. Fuyumi had never been much of a liar.

Normally, Endeavor didn't care about what she did, but if it involved Hawks... well, who knew how he would react to that.

"Fuyumi," he said, gripping her shoulders and turning her to face him. His golden eyes looked at her with sharp intent, as if he could sense her panic. "It's okay," he said calmly. She supposed he was a hero and they were supposed to be good at calming others down.

"Is it?" she asked, her bright eyes looking into his. "What if my father kills you?"

He snorted, leaning his head back to let out a large laugh. "I'd like to see him try," he smirked. Admittedly, she did sometimes forget Hawks was number two, because around her he wasn't. He was casual and relaxed, a caring man. The last thing she wanted was her boyfriend burned to a crisp.

"Okay, okay, okay," she said, shaking her hands out in front of her. "You're right. We're going to have fun."

The Heroes Gala was a well known event; Heroes gathered for dancing, festivities, and awards. The press would be there, sponsors, her father, her brother... well, one of them... She lifted her hands to her cheeks. It wasn't just her father who was going to see, the whole world would. She tried to focus on her breathing, not wanting to have a breakdown after they had done such a lovely job dressing her up.

"'Yumi," he muttered, slipping his thumbs under her hands as he pulled them away from her face. "It's going to be fun. I promise." He smiled and she understood why he had so many fans; his smile could've killed her and half of the women of Japan on the spot.

"I-I just... what if people think you're dating me because of my father or... or what if they think I'm too plain for you-"

"Fuyumi," he said, leaning down to brush his lips against her as he turned her back around. "Have you looked at yourself?" She stared at her reflection in the mirror and swallowed, nodding slowly. "Then how could you think you're anything but beautiful?" he whispered. He pulled back, letting his hand gently brush over the feathers on the cape draped over the dress. "I want the world to know you're mine," he muttered.

"Yours?" she smirked.

"Y'know," he said, scratching his cheek. "My girlfriend..."

She chuckled, gently nudging her shoulder against him. "I want that too." She couldn't be nervous; not when she cared too much about him. She wanted to go on dates in public; hold his hand and kiss him, not caring what the world said about her or him or them...

He slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her flush against his body. His red wings wrapped around both of them, fluttering with his excitement. "If they hadn't put on so much makeup and taken the time to get it on you, I would rip this dress off of you," he whispered.

Her cheeks heated immediately. "How about we save that for after the gala?" she said, pecking his cheek. She pulled away, reaching for the small clutch purse the stylist had given her. Her other hand wrapped around his tugging him towards her.

"Good," he smirked. "Something to look forward to."

"Why... is my sister... a bird?" Todoroki Shouto asked, blinking as he stared at the limo in front of him.

The worst part of being the son of the number one hero and up and coming hero himself, was having to go to stupid gala events. Or... well, any public event really. He didn't enjoy being in the public's eyes... didn't understand why it had anything to do with his job.

The only plus side was his date, Yaoyorozu Momo looked absolutely gorgeous... even if he had only barely been able to tell her that.

For now, his focus was elsewhere.

Todoroki Fuyumi, his sister, stepped out of the vehicle with the number two hero, Hawks... of all people.

And for the life of him, Shouto couldn't figure out why. Had his father set this up for some bizarre reason? He just imagined his asshole of a dad selling his only daughter off to the number two hero-

"Announcing the number two hero, Hawks and his lovely girlfriend!" Their introduction was given, bringing Shouto's thoughts to a halt. Stepping away from Shouto’s sister, Hawks held her hand in his, bowing down. His wings stretched out behind him, flapping gently as he made a show of it, leaning down to peck the back of her hand.

Her free hand came up to her cheek, smiling as she shyly waved at a few people taking pictures...

Shouto narrowed his eyes staring at the two of them. It was Fuyumi... wasn't it? Shouto had never seen her dress in such a way... and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen her without glasses... but it definitely was her. He would've recognized the wisps of red in her white hair anywhere.

Why the hell was his sister here with Hawks?!

"Uhm, Shouto-kun?" Momo's voice broke him free from his thoughts. Perhaps she had been talking the whole time and Shouto had barely noticed, so enthralled by the scene in front of him.

"Sorry..." he muttered. "Did you say something?"

"I asked... if you were sure that was your sister, but when you didn't answer... I came to the conclusion that you were."

"Mmm... that’s her..." he said, watching the two slowly make their way down the carpet. Hawks was always good in front of the camera, something Shouto both despised and found himself slightly envious of. It was something he would most likely never understand. Fuyumi also seemed to be great at it, smiling and laughing.

Actually, she just looked... happy.

"I didn't realize your sister was dating Hawks," Momo said, her dark eyes twinkling with excitement.

"I didn't either," Shouto muttered, glancing around the crowd for his father. If the man knew, it most likely had to be a set up. The entrance pavilion was packed with people, heroes, and paparazzi. Shouto didn't see his father anywhere and he wanted to get a closer look. "Come on," he said, following the other two as they walked down the carpet, heading inside to the main ballroom.

"Huh? Shouto-kun!" Momo gasped, but followed after him as he made his way through the crowd of people.

At the front entrance, Hawks smirked, twirling Fuyumi around as he dipped her down to kiss her. The entire crowd watching cheered and hollered. Fuyumi didn't look too pleased with the move, but when he pecked her cheek, she giggled again, waving once more.

"Your sister seems to really like him!" Momo said.

"There's no way," he mumbled to himself, dragging her inside.

"Shouto. What is the meaning of this?" Shouto jerked his head around to see his father storming towards him, flames ablaze much stronger than most parties. The flames covered the majority of his suit and licked at his fiery mustache.

He folded his arms across his chest, glancing a Momo for a moment. Shouto and Momo had been dating for quite some time now, and he knew his father was very aware of their status

"Why is your sister here with Hawks?" he asked, spitting the name out like it was poison.

Well, if it pissed his father off, Shouto supposed the guy couldn't be too bad.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't realize they were together."

"Neither of them spoke to me about this matter," Endeavor snapped, staring at the couple over by the drinks table. They clinked their glasses and took sips, laughing together. "Come. We're going to speak to them."

"She's obviously happy," Shouto said, mostly commenting on the smile he currently saw on his sister's face. If Hawks made her happy, Shouto preferred not to interfere. Of course, this didn't mean he wouldn't end him if he ever hurt Fuyumi.

"It doesn't matter. I don't... trust Hawks," he said, narrowing his eyes as he stormed towards the table.

"Do you think... we should follow him?" Momo asked, peering around Shouto's shoulder at the scene.

"Mmm… probably," Shouto said, immediately stepping after his old man. Mostly he wanted to go over for Fuyumi’s sake.

"Fuyumi," Endeavor's voice boomed, many of the heroes and citizens turned their faces towards him. If the number one hero was about to make a scene, people were going to watch.

"D-Dad!" she stammered and Shouto noticed her instinctively take a step towards Hawks.

"What are you doing here? With him of all people? And what are you wearing?" The questions poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, gushing into the river below.

"Dad, calm down, okay? Hawks... is my boyfriend," she said. All of them stared, though admittedly, Shouto hadn't meant to... it had just been so shocking to hear Fuyumi say such a thing.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah!" Hawks said, speaking up. "Fuyumi is my girlfriend. I take her on dates, buy her cute presents... that's okay, right, Pops?" The number two hero leaned forward, winking at Endeavor.

Fuyumi rolled her eyes, gently nudging her shoulder against his.

"Is this true?" Endeavor asked, flames bursting from his palms and face.

"Yes, Dad... we're not lying," Fuyumi said, taking Hawks' hand within her own. She gently squeezed it, taking in energy from his silent support. Shouto recognized the gesture, and his own hand found Momo's squeezing it as well.

Obviously his sister was very comfortable with the winged man.

"Fuyumi, don't be a fool," Endeavor growled.

"Dad please-"

"Of all the people… he must be using you to get to me-"

"How do you know that?" Shouto snapped, squeezing Momo's hand gently.

"Of course that's what he's doing!" Endeavor hissed, gesturing to himself. "I am number one and he is number two... dating my daughter is the perfect way for him to gather more information-"

"Endeavor!" Hawks sighed, pressing his hand against his own chest. "You wound me! I’ve never once attempted to come for your spot. We’re buds!"

Endeavor narrowed his eyes at the man. "That means nothing-"

"Not everything is about you," Shouto growled, holding his arm out towards them. "Fuyumi is happy, that's all that matters."

"Shouto," Fuyumi whispered. She stepped forward, standing close to her father. "Dad... I promise Hawks isn't here with me to do anything strange... we've been... together for awhile. Secretly."

Endeavor frowned. "How long is 'a while'?"

"I really care about your daughter," Hawks said, finally speaking up as he interrupted Endeavor. "I brought her here tonight to show her off and have fun with her. Nothing else," he said, a smile pulling across his lips. "I think," he hummed. "You owe us an apology."

Shouto's eyes widened a bit. No one ever asked his father to apologize. Of all the social gestures, that was by far the hardest one for the man.

Hawks looked quite smug saying that, though Fuyumi did roll her eyes at them. Shouto could only imagine how much she hated this 'fight'.

"Apologize?" Endeavor's voice boomed again. "What is there to apologize for?"

Shouto let out a long groan. "Fuyumi is smiling, let her be happy."

Everyone froze and Shouto let out a soft sigh.

"I am..." she said, looking at Hawks.

Endeavor glanced between his two children, frustration in his eyes clear as he leaned in towards Hawks. "Fine. You've obviously done a lot to ensure my daughter has a nice evening. However, if you hurt her, we will talk." In fact, Shouto could tell the man had far more to say, but he wasn’t going to do it at a public event where the press was watching.

So with that, Endeavor turned to leave as if he was disgusted by the entire scene.

Momo let out a soft sigh. "Your sister does look happy," she said. "Even Hawks looks happier... like he's giving a genuine smile, something different from the ones he gives for the press."

"Mmm," Shouto hummed. "I've finally found something my father and I can agree on."

"Oh?" Momo asked, tilting her head.

"We'll both be talking to Hawks if he hurts Fuyumi."

When Hawks stepped into the ballroom, he watched Fuyumi. The feathers on her cape glistened with the lighting and he watched the way her eyes lit up at the twinkling lights dangling from the ceiling.

Her eyes were wide, taking in the sights. She had never been to such a grand event; her father had never chosen to take her. Hawks, on the other the other hand, had been plenty of times, and quite frankly, he only wanted to stare at her.

"I can't believe you tried to convince my father to apologize," she laughed softly, keeping her arm hooked through his.

"He should! I've been nothing but a perfect gentleman! To make such rude assumptions..." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"It was very bold of you," she grinned.

"Hey now, I'm the number two hero, it would be sad if I couldn't hold my own against number one," he chuckled.

"Oh forgive me, I did forget about your status," she teased.

"Did you? How lucky for me!" he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against her forehead. He preferred to be himself around her, not number two, but right now, he probably should've worried about the press photographing her and being nosy about their lives.

"Mhm, though it would be better if you and Dad got along. You've teamed up before."

"Yeah we have," he said, glancing to where the fiery man stood by the cocktail bar. He tried not to stare at the scar that ran down his face.

Admittedly, Hawks had always admired Endeavor... He had a tenacity and a strength Hawks had always wanted to emulate, and yet meeting the guy had been... interesting. Don't meet your heroes and all that.

He didn't hate Endeavor, he still respected his hero work... but...

There was apparently far more to the man than anyone knew. Hawks didn't even know the full story, but he knew enough. Fuyumi's facial expressions and reactions in regards to the man had told him plenty.

He glanced at Fuyumi, her eyes still taking in all the sights. He could see the way she scanned the room, looking at the tables, the lights, the decorations, the various heroes dressed in flashy outfits and formal attire. Good, she was excited and happy. Admittedly, he had concerns about how Endeavor would react.

He wasn't going to let number one ruin their time, not when she looked so stunning. She had dressed up for him a few times, but this was something completely different. She was a goddess and Hawks didn't deserve to lay eyes upon her, and yet somehow she was his.

The feathers on her cape were proof of that, and god was he so damn blessed.

"You didn't think he seemed too mad? Shouto spoke more than he did," she giggled softly. Though she didn't want to come out and say, he knew her family was important to her, her father was important to her, even if she wasn't the most important to him.

A crime, really.

"Mmm, not mad. More protective actually," Hawks said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Really? You think so?" She blinked a few times, as if trying to process the thought her father could be worried for her.

"He did say we were going to talk if I hurt you." Hawks had a feeling they were going to talk regardless, a conversation he greatly looked forward to.

"Well," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "I'm not too worried about that. I trust you."

He froze, his hand twitching as he placed it on her lower back. It was funny, he wanted to protect her, from her father, from anyone else who would maybe attempt to hurt her or make her life difficult... and yet here he stood, a hypocrite. He had brought her into his world, fallen completely for her, all while knowing he was tangling his web of lies deeper and deeper.

He could only pray that when he stood among the rubble from the disaster he had found himself in, she would stand with him, and believe him when he said he did it for the good of society, for the good of her.

Tonight was the not the night to be thinking about these things.

"I have a feeling we're going to talk anyway," he muttered. For once the press had helped him, sparing him a terribly awkward conversation.

"Oh? You're probably right," she sighed. "He'll wait to discuss alone and not in public." A sad look crossed over her eyes and Hawks stepped in front of her, letting his wings flap out a bit.

"Maybe so, but tonight we can do whatever we want. So how about we go dance?" he smirked, holding his hand out to her.

Before he could move, he felt something smack him on the back of his head, causing him to lunge forward towards Fuyumi.

"Hawks, you dog!" A rough voice called out behind him and he turned around, smirking at Miruko, the rabbit hero.

"Bird, actually," he said, flapping his wings a bit.

The woman rolled her eyes. "I meant about your secret girlfriend," she said, peering around him to look at Fuyumi. "She's so hot!"

"That she is," Hawks said, wrapping his arm around Fuyumi's shoulder.

"Endeavor's daughter, you really just went for it, didn't you?" Miruko smirked.

"Fuyumi," she said, as if correcting the woman. She bowed her head. "I've heard of you."

"'Course you have!" she boomed, laughing loudly, her tall rabbit ears twitching. "I'm Miruko, and sometimes I have to keep this shit in line."

"And I do the same for her," Hawks snorted.

Fuyumi smiled. "He has mentioned you before."

"Damn right, I would be disappointed if he hadn't!" she laughed. "I'm glad to see he found such a cutie."

"Yeah," Hawks said, one of his wings wrapping around Fuyumi protectively. "She's mine, find your own." He knew Miruko was only teasing, but any chance he had to remind the rest of the party that Fuyumi was his... well... he was going to take it.

"Honestly, I don't know how you tricked her but, good on you," she snorted.

"I didn't trick her!" he retorted. "She fell for me all on her own!"

"Oh really?" Fuyumi huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "I seem to recall you having to ask me on a date multiple times."

"Okay, but you said yes eventually," he sighed.

Miruko laughed loudly again. "I like her, she's sassy. I'm glad she's keeping you in line."

"You can count on me," Fuyumi winked, slipping her hand into Hawks'.

"Well I'll let you two love birds enjoy your dancing," she said. "I'm going to go drink enough alcohol to make this gala seem fun."

Fuyumi snorted, and Hawks saluted the rabbit woman, letting her head off.

"I guess I can forget how lively heroes can be!" she giggled, her hand covering over her lips.

"Yeah we're an excitable bunch!" he laughed, holding her hand in his as he began to walk her to the dance floor. "Now we can dance with no interruptions."

"Sounds lovely," she said, letting one hand rest on his upper arm.

"Not as lovely as you," he whispered. He slipped his hand around her lower waist, pulling her towards as he began to sway with the music.

She shut her eyes, squeezing her hand which held his, letting him lead her. "You're a good follow," he commented, a smirk plastered on his lips. Fuyumi never ceased to amaze him.

"I took dance lessons as a little girl. My father wanted me to be proficient at all these... high society sort of things," she snorted. "This is the first time it's really come in handy. I'm surprised you know how too."

"Well, I was raised to be a hero. They knew I would have to attend these kind of events, so I learned too, naturally."

"Right, that... makes sense," she said.

He usually hesitated to bring up his childhood with her, nervous she would start to pity him for his lack thereof. She was so in tune with the needs of children, and while he knew her life with Endeavor hadn't been ideal, she did often speak of fond childhood memories. She always looked sad when he spoke of his, as if she wished she could've helped him to experience something more innocent. Though he supposed in many ways they were similar, as she took on a motherly role for her younger brothers early on, neither had experienced childhood normally.

He swayed her to the side, twirling her away from him and bringing her back. "You really do look incredible. Under the lights the dress is... perfect."

"Oh?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she leaned towards him. "And here I thought you were only looking forward to taking it off."

He swallowed, his stomach dropping at her words. This woman...

"Oh, I never stopped being excited for that," he said. "But I am enjoying you getting some good use out of it here."

Hawks was used to people staring at him, but seeing people stare at her, his girl... there was something oddly satisfying about it.

He stared down into her turquoise eyes, looking at the loving way she stared at him. They stood together on the dance floor, her beautiful eyes glistening with admiration... maybe love... it was a word they hadn't said, but he felt it; from her, from deep inside himself. He didn't deserve such a genuine look, quite frankly he didn't deserve her but she was here and he was honestly grateful. His golden eyes locked on hers, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smile. He could've stared at her right there all night.

"What?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side, her dangling earrings swung gently next to her cheek, her white bangs sweeping down across her forehead. She was so soft, almost fragile looking and he was so terrified of breaking her.

But it was unfair to think that, especially when he knew how strong she was in so many other ways.

"Nothing," he chuckled, "you just look so damn gorgeous."

"Hawks please," she snorted.

"You'll have to deal with my compliments," he teased, leaning down to press his lips to hers. He didn't care if the press took pictures, or if people started to talk or if Endeavor would want to implode. In that moment, it was only him and her on the dance floor. The sound of the music had enveloped them and he only cared about her and how she viewed him, no one else. He wanted to kiss her, and Hawks liked to take what he wanted.

"Fine," she whispered, leaning into kiss him again. "But only because you're a decent kisser."

"Decent?" he said, looking mildly offended.

"You get a passing grade."

"Thanks, teach," he teased, spinning her away from him. As her body moved, the feathers flowed around her body, hitting against her arm and back, flapping away from her like wings. It made his stomach churn with excitement, his girl matching him in such a way. He swallowed pulling her back to sway with her again. She giggled softly, letting her head rest on his shoulder, her breath tickling the skin of his neck.

As much as he loved dancing with her, he wanted to be back at home, with only her. He wanted to touch her and kiss her and really make her his.

If he was being honest, this party was taking far too long to end.

Fuyumi had never noticed how slow the elevator up to Hawks' penthouse was.

Of course he had to live on the top floor of a large high rise. She couldn't fault him, but it was taking far too long to get there.

She held her heels in her hand, giving up on wearing them by the time they made it back to their limo. Her feet ached and her body hummed from the slight buzz of alcohol in her system.

After dancing, the two had mingled with many of the other pro-heroes. She had met a few of them before, and it was highly entertaining to watch them all be confused when she mentioned who she was, unrecognizable in the dress.

Drinks and more dancing had ensued throughout the night, and Fuyumi purposefully tried to avoid the gaze of her father, though occasionally they locked eyes. She knew this would be a talking point between them. It was strange, she probably shouldn't have cared, and admittedly, she was surprised her father cared... but there was an awkward intensity coming from the man all evening.

She had talked with Shouto and Yaoyorozu a bit more as well, pleased her brother seemed happy with his girlfriend. It was cute actually, to watch them attempt to dance together, an innocent, younger love.

Though right now... her thoughts were anything but innocent.

She bounced her leg up and down, watching as Hawks sighed, tugging at his bow tie. "I hate these things. So damn restricting," he muttered, letting his collar pop up as he tugged it off.

"Funny, your hero costume has that high-necked, tight shirt," she said, gently rubbing her fingers over her own neck.

"It's different," he muttered, glancing towards her.

She saw the way his golden eyes fell on her lips, then her chest, and she smirked, her eyes lidded as she looked up at him. Obviously, his thoughts weren't very innocent either.

The elevator finally dinged, dropping them on the top floor. He fumbled with his keys, pulling them out as he shoved the door open. He spun, grabbing her hand to pulling her inside, his wings fluttering behind him.

"Finally," he sighed, cupping her cheeks, pulling her lips to meet his. They stumbled into the living room, his lips desperate to kiss her. She dropped the heels to the ground,

"Yes," she breathed. "Let's go to your room." She spoke the words between kisses, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Mmm... we don't have to... there's the couch... the floor, the wall," he muttered listing off places as he nipped at her lips.

"After how much my feet suffered, I would prefer the bed," she teased, running her hands through his blond hair, not caring how much she messed it up. She was certain he had made a mess of her makeup with how aggressively Hawks was kissing her now.

"Alright then," he smirked, pulling her towards the bedroom.

She followed him eagerly, reaching behind to pull her hair from her messy bun, shaking it out so it draped across the back of her neck, barely touching her shoulders.

"Fuck," he grumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he desperately tried to toss his suit jacket off. "You look so stunning in this."

"You like the feathers," she whispered, letting her fingers gently stroke down his cheek. "Don't you?"

"Heh," he smirked. "Can you tell?"

"Just a little," she said, sliding her hands down his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt quickly.

"I told you before, they suit you," he whispered, kissing at her jaw, trailing his lips down her neck.

She tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to caress her skin. She was always so cold, the ice tickling under her skin, but Hawks had a way of making her feel so hot. His lips sucked on her neck, his wet tongue lapping at her skin. She shivered, a moan slipping from her lips.

"I wanted you since the moment I saw you in it. I've been dying to rip it off all night..." he muttered, letting his teeth gently scrape over the crook in her neck.

She gasped, her hands sliding down to his hips as she helped him shove his pants down, her hands immediately buried in his boxers to grab at his half hard cock. She stroked him, twisting her wrist so her hand curled up and down his length. He throbbed under her touch, his cock hardening even more as she stroked him.

"Ngh... Fuyumi..." he breathed, kissing at her skin again.

It pleased her, knowing how much she affected him, how hard it was for both of them to resist each other all evening.

But right now... everything was in the way...

"Lay down," she breathed through her moans, her panties already feeling wet, pent up energy building inside of her.

"Lay down?" he questioned, pulling back from her.

"Mhm," she said, letting her teeth pull over her lower lip.

"Alright," he said, smirking. She knew he enjoyed when she was in control, when she took charge. Slowly, he stepped back from her, crawling on to the bed. He sat up slightly, not wanting to press his wings down completely. His shirt was open, splayed out behind him and he tucked his thumbs into his boxers, sliding them down his legs kicking them to the side. He was completely hard, his cock lying against his lower abdomen. His golden eyes were sharp in the dimly lit room, staring at her in the darkness, waiting with desperate anticipation for what she was going to do.

"You know," she hummed, slowly strutting towards the bed. "The feather cape... is separate from the dress."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, watching her intently, his eyes trailing up her body. Perfect. She liked having his gaze completely focused on her.

"Mhm," she said, smirking as she reached under the cape, detaching it from the side of the dress. She pulled the zipper of the black dress down, letting it fall to the ground around her feet. Her bra came next, the cape flapping up slightly as she let it fall to the floor, kicking both to the side. Finally, she hooked her thumbs around her panties sliding them to the floor.

She stood before him in only the feathered cape, her naked stomach and thighs pale against the moonlight shining through the window. "I thought you might enjoy... seeing me in only this?"

"Holy. Shit," he breathed, practically choking on his own breath.

"You like it?" she asked, placing one knee on the edge of the bed.

Hawks pursed his lips, smacking them together. "It's perfect."

"I thought you would like it." She crawled towards him, the feathers covering her breasts as she moved forward, dipping her head down to lick up the belly of his cock. "I can't tell if you like it because you like the idea of me as a bird or because it reminds you of yourself."

He snorted, shivering at the feeling of her tongue against his hot length. "I don't know you just... look hot," he grumbled, letting his head fall back against the headboard, his hips rolling up as he adjusted himself.

She wrapped her mouth around the tip and began to bob her head up and down, gently sliding her hands up his thighs.

"Shit," he groaned, reaching forward to stroking through her hair. She wanted him to lose himself to the pleasure of her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks, dipping her head down as far as it could go, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Bobbing her head up and down faster, she swirled her tongue around the tip, licking at him. "F-Fuyumi..." he grunted, his hips twitching towards her mouth. She felt it pulse in her mouth, precum dripping down her throat.

He was excited, and so was she. She reached down, pressing a finger inside of herself, wanting to get ready. Fuyumi was desperate for him, her insides wet and soaking. While she moved her head up and down, she pushed two fingers inside of herself, prepping for what was to come.

"Fuyumi..." he grunted. "Let me-"

She pulled off of his tip with a pop, and she licked at the small slit, sitting up while shaking her head. "No." She reached over to the dresser and pulled out a condom, slipping it over his tip. "Stay there," she said, gripping his base. Admittedly, they had had sex before getting ready in the morning, her body plenty prepped for what was to come. She was far too excited, filled with anticipation.

She lined his tip up with her entrance, pushing it inside of her. His cock filled her as she sat on to it, her hands pressed against his chest. "Ah..." she sighed, letting her head fall back.

"Shit..." he grunted, leaning forward to kiss her neck, his wings flapping behind him. "You always look so hot," he whispered, kissing up her jaw. He slipped his hand up under the cape, groping at one of her breasts, brushing his thumb over a nipple. "Whenever you take me like that..." He finished his sentence slowly, thrusting his hips up into her.

"Ngh...!" she moaned, bouncing on his cock. Her body trembled, her thighs squeezing around his hips. Her walls were soaking him as she pressed her palm against his stomach. "Let me..." she whispered.

"Yeah... okay..." he groaned, sliding his hands over her hips. She felt his calloused fingers touch at her skin, reaching behind her to squeeze her ass.

She began to raise up onto her knees, slamming herself back down. From this angle, he went so deep inside of her, it was almost over stimulating. Her hands curled into fists against his stomach, ice tickling in her palms. She had been trying so hard not to let her quirk activate during sex, but it was impossible when she was so close to losing control.

Panting, Fuyumi began to move faster, thrusting herself down onto him, moving her hips quickly. Her ass pounded down against his hips, their skin slapping together. Hawks was grunting, gripping her ass so hard. She felt his hips matching her thrusts, moving into him.

She bounced, the feathered cape flopping with her movement. He raised one hand up, brushing over the feathers before cupping around the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss.

With the new angle, she slammed herself down onto his cock, kissing and tugging at his lips. "Fuyumi..." he moaned, and she loved the sound of her name so breathless on his lips. "You look... so damn good... and feel even better.

"Hah..." she breathed, the pent up energy building inside of her. Her stomach flip flopped, his cock stretching her and pushing up into her so deep with every thrust. She pecked his lips one more before pulling back, rolling her hips forward. "Mmph... hah..." she breathed, trying to move slowly. It felt so good and she wanted it to last, but with the way he was twitching and the way her own hips trembled, she didn't know how much longer it would.

"Mm... fuck... I need it," he groaned, letting his head fall back as he gripped her hips with one hand, planting his feet against the bed. He began to thrust into her faster, shooting his hips up against her own thrusts downward, sharp movements making her clench around him.

"Ah!" she gasped, the cape bouncing against her breasts. The feathers tickled her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure rolling down her spine.

He brought one hand around, and rapidly began to rub at her clit, and she tried her best to keep rolling her hips, but she twitched against him. "Oh gosh... I-I... Hawks... ngh!" she moaned, her orgasm tearing through her. She clenched around his cock, her wetness rushing over his length as she fell forward towards him, panting heavily.

Hawks grunted, his sac clenching as he shot his finish into the condom, groaning as he did. "Damn..." he mumbled, panting as hard as she was. He kissed at her lips, his hands trailing over the feathers on the cape. "This... was amazing."

"So I... take it you're happy you bought it..." Her legs trembled around him, her hands pressed against his chest also shaking. She pressed her lips to his and she hummed softly when he ran his hands through her white and red hair.

"Yeah," he smirked, nipping at her lip. "My new favorite outfit."

"I had a feeling," she hummed, pulling herself off of him to roll onto the bed.

He moved to the side, letting his wings spread out behind him. He gently touched at her stomach, his fingers stroking her skin. His breathing was still more even now, his golden eyes staring at her turquoise, basking in everything that was inherently her. "Move in with me," he muttered, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

"Hawks..." she breathed out, gently stroking her hand through his hair.

"People know we're together... so... why not? I want you here every night and every morning," he said, letting his wing fall around her, his nose buried in her neck.

"But my Dad-"

"Is an adult and will survive."

She cupped his cheek and raised his face to look at her. "Hawks... You know that I..."

"What?" he asked, grabbing her hand and pulling it to his lips. "What do you want, Fuyumi? I mean... what do you really want? Forget about your family or your job or anything. Just... tell me what you want."

She darted her eyes back and forth. She hadn't really thought about that in a really long time. She worked to sustain herself, knowing she couldn't rely on her father... plus she loved teaching... but she could still teach and live with Hawks. No one ever told her she had to stay in that house... she simply did because she was holding on to something... some sliver of hope that her family might all come back together... but she was 23 almost 24. She was an adult. She could technically do what she wanted.

She could start her own life and her own family... Her cheeks heated up just thinking about it.

"I want to live with you," she breathed out, leaning up to kiss him.

"Then do it... Move in with me."

"Okay," she said, pulling him into another kiss. "I guess this cape is the first piece of clothing I can move in," she smirked.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "We're definitely holding on to this."

She smiled, more words lingering on her tongue, but now wasn't the time to say them. That time would come later... for now, she took in a deep breath, nuzzling into his arms, realizing she had already been home, right here, for a long while.

#huwumi #hawks #todoroki fuyumi #bnha #boku no hero academia #collab fic #<3

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