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bluemas321 · 9 months
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They're gay ur honour.
anyways this is from my viridian au, my art program keeps glitching so i decided i should post some stuff i already had saved cause why not u know?
adding more info under a readmore so people dont have to scroll past a wall of text lol. i might talk more about the actual plot of my viridian au on a diffrent post but imma foucs on the tddk for this one.
so Deku is a vigilante goes by Viridian, he meets Shoto at the sports fest and they chat, he ends up giving Shoto his phone number and they become texting buddys, Shoto is fully aware that viridian is a vigilante and like breaking the law but he gives zero fucks actually, anyways Shoto hates life cause he feels like he's had no control over anything for all of it and he eventually decides to join Viridian and ends up joining the LOV and now him and Viridian are dating, Viridian thinks he's making a horible mistake because he's a vigilante that barely sleeps and has zero self preservation instincts and will probably suck as a bf but he cares abt Shoto and he's doing his best, they are a power couple anyways <3
basically anyone with an outside view on these two assume that Shoto is being used by Viridian and the LOV, but he's not he knows exactly what is going on and he is rolling with it, Bakugou on the other hand is absolutely lost and has no clue whats happening and nobody will tell him but he pretends like he knows whats going on.
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dominaecaede · 2 years
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Here's all of them together! Bonus: Momo!
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wolfgiselle · 7 months
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Summary: The brighter the light, the darker the shadows. And in a super-powered society, those shadows are dark indeed. But whilst the world desperately trained more and more heroes, making that light brighter and brighter, the prestigious hero school, UA, had another idea. Why not tackle the problem at its source?
And so was born the infamous class 1-A. Would-be criminals from all over the country were selected, and a group of twenty now roam the halls of the school, alongside the heroes of the next generation.
Last year, the entirety of Mr Aizawa’s class A graduated. But this year was different. No, he didn’t believe they would all graduate back into society like the classes before them. He believed they could become something bigger. That was why, with gritted teeth and a manic smile, Eraser Head turned to his new class of students and said:
"You aren't villains - you never were, and you never will be. But you can take that fire inside of you and put it to good use. We're in a hero school, aren't we? Well then...
"Let's be heroes."
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Review: The concept of a Villain / Reformation Class 1-A is an amazing one.
I started out as confused as Midoriya about what he could've done to get placed there. Even when you're finally told the whole story, you can't really say he deserved the placement - even if everything worked out in the end.
The best part of this story is the backstories created for all the 1A kids. They were all in character, and their reasons for being labeled 'villainous' resonated as something their canon versions would've actually done.
Whether it be Iida going after Stain (which, of course, he actually DID do), Jiro overhearing a secret she shouldn't have, Uraraka becoming a thief to support her struggling family, or Todoroki becoming a young villain assisted by, and alongside, Dabi (who he's aware is Touya) as rebellion against Endeavor's abuse.
The stories go on and on.
Midoriya has a lot of the traits in this fic that other Villain AU versions of himself have. What's craziest about that is that he doesn't actually START to consider villainy as an option until he's wrongly labeled as one.
I'd say most of these kids are wrongly labeled as villains, though. And I think it's stupid to give kids that label so  easily for simple things such as a dangerous hard to control quirk, a previous vigilante career, or knowing things or believing things hero society thinks they shouldn’t. 
All their attempts to change their fate, or the way they’re perceived, are ingenious. I'll definitely be looking for more fanfictions with this premise.
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Yandere! Villain! Todoroki x Hero! Reader
Warnings: slight gore and bl*od, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, stalking, non-consensual touching, non-consensual kissing, mentions of mugging, mentions of drugs, slightly suggestive (shoto kisses reader and things get a lil steamy so)
if you are not comfortable with yandere things and all the stuff that trope includes, please do not read!!!!!
Summary: You come across a man in an alleyway outside of your office building. Alarmed, you treat his wounds and he goes off into the night without so much as a thank you. Unfortunately, it causes you a lot more trouble than you could ever imagine. It seems that the man likes being in your care, whether you like it or not.
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The bang outside your office window is what initially woke you up. Your body jolted for a brief moment, surprised out of your late night nap. You sleepily began pulling your head up from the small desk and blearily looked around while your eyes blinked to adjust to the bright lighting in the small room. Grimacing when you saw that the sky outside was pitch black, you reached for your phone. It was well past midnight.
Exactly how long had you been sleeping?
Hearing the chair creak as you moved, you groaned at the uncomfortable, stiff feeling in your neck. That was going to be annoying.
A long day of doing loads of paperwork (mostly over property damage) had apparently taken a lot out of you. Sure, being a rescue hero was significantly easier than being your more powerful and reckless superiors, such as heroes like Deku and Dynamite, but the work was still taxing. You were pretty sure that there was ink on your face from drooling on the stack of papers. You definitely knew that you looked like a mess even without a mirror.
You glanced down at the papers, the one on top of the stack half filled in. You’d do it tomorrow, you had already been in the agency building for much longer than you had planned. Yawning and stretching your arms above your head, you focused your eyes on the ceiling.
Another sharp bang came from outside. You jumped at the sound, all drowsiness leaving your sleep riddled mind. Caution and curiosity quickly replaced the warm feeling of fleeting sleep. Getting up from your seat and quietly making your way towards the second floor window, you leaned over to gaze out of the small pane and squinted into the dark alley that ran between the two buildings.
With the aid of a lone street lamp, you made out the silhouette of a tall figure leaning against the wall with their back pressed against dark brick. An arm moved to wind around their stomach, their pale skin a light contrast against black clothing. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the struggling person and watched their chest heave as they leaned on the wall for support. You felt your heart rate speed up as dread pooled and weighed down your chest.
Had they been mugged? Considering how late it was, it was highly possible that they had been walking home and had gotten stabbed. You lived in a big and busy part of the city, these things happened. Beside a hero agency though? The poor man was really unlucky to have encountered the most desperate mugger in the city.
You groaned, hurriedly grabbing your bag and gracelessly stuffing an emergency first aid kit into the side pocket, which you had on hand. You chose to take the stairs, the elevator would take you down at a snails pace while humming a prerecorded, happy tune that would do little to express the urgency of your situation. You preferred to be able reach the mysterious figure sooner rather than later.
When you approached the exit of the building, you pushed open the doors as swiftly as you could. Apprehension began to creep into the back of your mind and you urged your feet to move forward, the gentle scuffling against the pavement of the sidewalk the only sound in the dark night air. You stayed close to the wall that led into the narrow opening, slightly craning your head outwards to gaze into the wide, illuminated mouth of the alleyway.
They seemed to not notice your arrival, too focused on trying to steady their own breathing. You cautiously took a step towards them, hands gripping onto your bag.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Their head snapped up, wide, panicked eyes now solely centered on you. Now being able to see past their bowed head, you studied the face of a man with slender and defined features. Two-toned hair spilt down the middle framed his narrow face, swaying because of the sudden movement. Damn. He’s cute.
When your gaze traveled down, you saw that a dark, wet spot had formed around the area where the man’s hand grasped his side.
“Jesus Christ- Do you want me to take you to a hospital?!”
The man didn’t respond. His eyes were as cold as they were contrasting, one a deep blue and the other a dark brown. He regarded you with a reserved gaze and you matched his stare as his eyes narrowed. A hostile mix of emotions swirled within his glare.
Distrust. Apprehension. Fear.
You took another step forward, and he pushed himself farther into the alleyway. You saw the slow movement of his hand coming away from the wall.
You hurriedly rushed out, “Wait! I just want to help!” He stilled, narrowed eyes scrutinizing you, roaming over your figure with a judging glare. You slowly reached into your bag. He tensed up, and for a moment the ridiculous comparison of a cornered stray cat crossed your mind.
You gently pulled out the first aid kit. “Relax. I’m here to help, I swear.” Your feet stayed flat on the concrete, but you gingerly inclined your head towards his hip. “I can stitch that up for you.”
He made no move to relax his muscles, nor did he give you any sign that it was alright for you to aid him.
“I can handle it myself, thanks.” The stranger’s voice was deep, a clipped thing that seemed to suit his nature.
You pressed back a groan. “Really? Is that why you’re heaving in an alleyway in the middle of the night?”
You sighed, dropping your head towards the ground in slight irritation. You lifted your head back up to meet those unique eyes and huffed, exhaustion and exasperation showing in your body language. “Look. I just want to help.” You stared back into his closed off expression, speaking with finality in your tone. You silently urged him with a flick of your wrist.
The man gave you a calculating look and, for the first time since you saw him, let an expression of conflict pass over his face. He warily glanced down from your stare to the small box held in your hand. Sighing, he removed his hand from dark, wet area that was steadily seeping and spreading into the ruined fabric.
“Alright.”
You walked forward at the encouragement but didn’t hesitate to roll your eyes at his demanding words. Despite his assertive tone, you could still see that he was still very tense. He really didn’t seem to want your help, but was reluctantly accepting it. You bit on your lip to prevent an exasperated laugh from slipping out.
Taking long and slow strides towards the young man, you closed the distance between the two of you easily. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, and you wondered what exactly had put him on edge to make him act so paranoid. That made some red flags pop up, but you just as quickly dismissed it as shock. If you got had gotten mugged and injured late at night, you wouldn’t be very trusting of strangers either.
You took your time observing his wound. The sight caused you to cringe immediately. It was torn and long, an irritated gash that seemed to be quite shallow. A bit too messy for the small, sharp knives muggers usually used. Your brows furrowed; this man had been attacked by someone other than a random person that desperately needed money. This looked like a glancing blow, and would have probably been much worse had it not grazed its target.
The tear was still bleeding steadily though, and you hastily opened the first aid kit. While you cleaned the wound, you could feel those eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head. You didn’t look up to meet them, too tired and irritated to care.
“Hold still, alright? This is gonna hurt.”
Hovering the disinfectant covered cloth above the open part of the injury, you lightly covered it with a firm hand and dabbed the wound with a practiced gentleness. You heard a hiss sound from above you once you slightly applied pressure. “Sorry.” You whispered, as you couldn’t help feeling slightly responsible for the man’s discomfort. Truth be told, you weren’t an expert when it came to medicine, but you were well versed in treating surface wounds.
“Are you sure you know how to do this?” His voice came out strained, though that didn’t make his comment any less snide. It soured your already fragile mood.
You gave an unimpressed snort in response. “No, it’s just what I do for a living,” You paused, then glanced up at him and briefly locked eyes, “I’m your best bet. So shush.”
You could practically feel him brooding, though he made no further comment.
Taking advantage of his silence, you told him that there was a hospital a couple blocks from here and that he should go there immediately. You cleaned and treated the wound the best you could to avoid infection, but you knew that it was best for him to seek professional help as soon as possible.
As you gently wrapped the gauze around his lower abdomen, he finally seemed to relax into your light hold, letting his facade drop and allowing his exhaustion to slip through for a brief moment.
Pulling away from the stranger, you felt satisfied looking at the makeshift ring of bandages that you had made. You’d say that this situation was handled pretty well in the hands of an amateur medic. Surprisingly, he wasn’t staring at you anymore. You quietly observed as the man ran a hand along the gauze. His long fingers gently brushed over the waxy material and when he turned to look back at you, there was something like gratitude in his features. Not completely trusting and maybe a little surprised, but gratitude nonetheless.
Small victories.
The silence stretched out and neither of you dared to utter a word. For a moment, you just continued to stare at each other, him slowly pushing himself up from the wall and you trying to figure out what was going through his mind.
“...Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the hospital? I understand not wanted go pay for the medical bills, but this is ridiculous.” You let out a nervous laugh, which died once he didn’t offer a response. The quiet created a tense air around you. A pit formed in your stomach.
You breath hitched as he averted his gaze and slowly took a step towards you.
“Sorry about this...”
Your heart sank in your chest, dreading pooling in your stomach. That couldn’t be good.
“But I really can’t risk you following me.”
He was on you in a second. You had no time to awe at his reflexes or wonder how his hand had already wrapped firmly around your wrist. You only knew that he was pulling you towards his chest. He settled you against his solid torso, crowding into your space and caging you in with his body.
You nostrils were immediately filled with the smell of iron and some kind of cologne. You craned your head up to gaze into his eyes, and you observed as he gazed at you with a curious expression. He didn’t look hostile or angry, but he didn’t look guilty either. There was just a shine in his eyes, something akin to respect or appreciation. You could have found it intriguing if your heart wasn’t pounding in your rib cage. The grip on your wrist remained firm, but it wasn’t painful. It gentleness of it scared you more than anything.
You caught the movement of his other hand in the corner of your eye which had moved to hover over your shoulder. You froze when you felt a gentle prick in the side of your neck. Tears stung at your eyes and fell down your cheeks as fear, and whatever drug he had just given you, made you unable to move. You weakly fought against his hold as your vision went blurry.
“Maybe I’ll see you again.” He murmured it softly to you, without an ounce of hostility lacing his words.
The hopeful tone in his voice was enough to strike horror into you before you blacked out.
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The next day, you woke up with a pounding headache. Your mouth felt like it had been filled with cotton, and the back of your neck was so sore that you moaned as you lifted your head.
...You were in your office. Though only now the lights had been turned off, and sunlight streamed through the window beside you. Your jacket had been neatly folded into a makeshift pillow, though you felt something move on your back as you shifted.
“What the fuck...?” Vaguely, the first thought you had was that you had just gotten hammered last night and now you had a bitch of a headache. But you didn’t remember getting drunk last night, or even going to a bar.
Suddenly, you remembered. Falling asleep at work. The stranger in the alleyway. Your hand shot to your neck as you panicked. You couldn’t believe that you had somehow gotten drugged and placed back in your office. Had he done anything to you while you were unconscious? What was the purpose of drugging you and then putting you back in here?
You struggled to remember any specific details from your encounter despite trying your hardest. The memories were fuzzy and your mind was groggily functioning at best.
You sat up and quickly, or as quickly as you could manage, started checking your desk for anything out of place. Something fell from your shoulders. Twisting around, your eyes landed on a thick black coat that you didn’t recognize as yours. It had fallen into the space between the chair and your back, had it been put there as a makeshift blanket? Cautiously, you picked up the coat and held it out in front of you. It looked like an expensive brand, and it was clearly made both to keep someone warm and to look stylish. What was it doing here?
As you hastily searched and went through your office, you found that nothing was missing, and nothing had been moved. The only thing out of place was the black coat, currently sitting across your chair. You felt stupid for watching it wearily, but you couldn’t help the sense of unease that came with knowing someone had brought it in here while you were unconscious. It was evident that you hadn’t dreamed up the encounter, at least.
Hearing a knock at the door, you jumped, being startled out of your thoughts. Your coworker pushed open the door, not bothering to wait for a response from . Without looking up at you, they started “Hey, have you done the report on-“ They stopped once they took in your disheveled appearance. You could only imagined how you looked right now. You were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and the sudden intake of unsettling information had left you a bit shaken.
“...Is everything okay? Did-did you sleep here?”
“I’m calling in sick.” Glancing back, you snatched the coat from your desk and left the building in a rush.
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You practically sprinted all the way to your apartment. The burning feeling in your legs distracted you from the terrifying implication of what you had found in your office. You clumsily pushed your keys into the lock with shaky hands, trying to control the ever rising panic in your chest.
Swinging the door open, you clambered through the doorway and shut the door behind you with a little too much force. Heaving, you let out a groan and slid back against the door.
A bitter part of wanted to laugh. The irony and embarrassment of the situation crawled into your addled brain for a moment, though you quickly dismissed it. You shouldn’t blame yourself for being a decent person.
The most you could do was file a report and notify your superiors, but after that? He didn’t seem to do anything drastic. Not that knocking someone out is morally correct, but he had brought you back seemingly unharmed. Nothing was stolen, and you couldn’t really do anything to a man you couldn’t find.
Sighing, you peeled your back from the door and sagged as your tired feet took on all your weight.
Purposely slouching, you carried yourself to your bedroom and fell onto the bed, mentally and physically exhausted.
You mournfully gazed at the clock on your dresser. It was a little past midday. Sunlight streamed into the room through a small window, so you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be comforted by the pleasant warmth. You rolled over, fully prepared to lay in bed for the rest of the day, until your hand brushed something on your nightstand. It was soft but slightly rubbery, a texture different from the hard case of your phone or the cool metal of a lamp. You reluctantly peeled your eyes open and looked over in confusion.
Lying on your nightstand was gauze. Regular, white medical gauze. A new roll that looked to be untouched, like it had always been in that spot, you just hadn’t noticed. You certainly hadn’t put it there. Suddenly more alert, you snatched the roll up, holding it tightly as you stared in disbelief. Something fluttered towards the floor.
Warily, you looked to the source of the noise. A small card had landed innocently on your apartment floor. The white card stock gave off a formal look, which was further enhanced by the neat cursive written on the front. You bent over seconds after it hit the ground.
You scoffed as you realized the swooping lines formed two initials: T.S.
You opened the card.
“A small way of paying you back.”
You released a shakily exhale, rereading the neat handwriting in hopes that you could find another explanation. You didn’t want to believe that he had somehow gotten in your home, if you did you would surely panic and turn into a paranoid mess. Still, your heart raced. Your eyes began to water. Something was constricting the heart in your chest.
Bouncing off the bed, you marched down the hallway. Both the card and the gauze were shoved far back into a drawer until you could no longer see the cursive writing in your mind. Each lock in the house was checked, every alarm was reset, and any exit was closed off as well as it could be on short notice.
After running around the small space for an hour, you felt slightly more secure. Part of you knew that if he really really wanted to get to you he would- but at least then you’d be able to call the cops. Now you were just stuck. Not knowing if you should give into paranoia and keep up your guard or hope this was all he wanted from you. For you to accept a token of his appreciation.
As waves of fear crashed over you, you vaguely hoped that this would the last you would ever hear of him. He was just an odd man with an odd way of thanking people, which included breaking into someone’s house just to reimburse them for a momentary action of kindness.
You stumbled back to your bedroom after eating a short dinner and fitfully slept, although barely, with the lights on that night.
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You had fallen into a routine for the past week or so. Wake up, check every inch of your living space, eat, and then go to work. Though you had started it as a precaution that initially filled you with a slight fear that you would find something, like another polite roll of gauze or a misplaced note with elegant handwriting, it became a chore that made you feel a bit silly. You counted it as progress that you now idly threw your bathroom shower curtain back with an air of boredom while wielding a spatula rather than your usual determined scowl. It still freaked you out, but now you were becoming more and more sure that he wouldn’t come back. You almost felt safe enough to stop the whole routine completely, but then a picture of a man in an alleyway compelled you to check under your bed just one more time before leaving.
Walking into the hero agency building, your feet begrudgingly carried you to your office. You had gotten more work as of late, so everyday dragging yourself out bed seemed to become more of a challenge. Some fire and ice big shot had decided to visit your side of town, and though he was well known as an infamous villain, you were mostly annoyed at him for making your work almost double in difficulty.
The air was uncommonly tense as you stepped on your floor. Everything was quiet. No one seemed to move and most turned to watch you as you walked out of the elevator. You warily ignored the worried glances from your colleagues, though the one who had barged into your office a week ago called out in a weak voice.
“Y-Y/n, wa-“ Someone harshly shushed him. Slowing, you felt a familiar pit of anxiety form in your stomach, though before you could ask what was wrong, you noticed the cool temperature of the room. Without your coat, it would’ve been freezing. Your footsteps, now heavy and fearful, halted as you saw the source.
There was a thin sheen of ice covering your office door. It was disturbing to see how it stood out from all the others, those being nearly untouched by the gleaming frost that wrapped itself around the once pristine wood almost coldly.
Your coworker, the same one who had tried to warn you before, spoke up. “H-He only wants to see you, (Y/n).”
He?
Everyone was looking at you. Staring at you, with so many different emotions. Some were fearful, for you or for themselves it didn’t matter, some stared with a mix of confusion and terror, and some stared with hostility, blaming you for bringing in whoever was behind that door. Everyone stopped, waiting for you to go in. You had a sinking feeling in your chest, and ironically the fear was the only thing keeping you from hyperventilating because you couldn’t move. You had an idea of who was beyond that door and you didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be the person to resolve whatever he had come here for.
Though, like on that night, your feet were already moving for you. Moving, moving, moving, until they stopped and you were already reaching out for the crystallized handle. It froze there. The cool ice melted under your sweaty hand, but the metal was still cold to the touch. You forced yourself to push down.
You swiftly opened the door and slid yourself inside, eyes to the ground as the door closed behind you with a threatening click. You saw only carpet, no flash of black or a mix of white or red. The silence stayed, so much so that for a moment you could convince yourself there was no one else in the room.
“Were you not expecting my visit?”
The deep voice was recognizable even if this was the second time you had heard it. Your eyes flitted upward, and you came face to face with the same two-toned hair man that you had saved a week ago. You nervously huffed, a sound you didn’t register coming out of your own mouth.
“...No. No, you were the last person I was expecting to see today. Actually, I didn’t expect to see you again. Ever.” So why couldn’t you keep it that way?
His eyes roamed over you briefly, contemplating, it seemed, over what, you could guess. The man walked around your desk, stalking towards you with an air of confidence he lacked in your previous encounter. You craned your head up to look at him as he got closer to you. You could do nothing but keep your hands firmly on the cool metal of the handle.
His hand reached to float above your face and you suppressed the urge to flinch. It came to rest on your cheek, his fingers curling around your face to press against your bottom lip as the others rested under your chin.
“You’re afraid.”
The bluntness of his voice was laughable in this situation, and you couldn’t help the retort, slightly amazed and dazed in nature, that slipped out.
“Because there’s a villain standing in my office.” And he’s not killing me.
His eyes took in your wide-eyed expression, breath hitching as his hand, the one not caressing you, wrapped around your wrist and tugged, only to pull you around and settle you against the desk. You could no longer feel the cool, comforting metal under your hands. They balled into your coat simply to have something to grip onto.
With you leaning against the desk, he now seemed to tower over you even more, his face hovering closely above yours with a thoughtful expression on his face. He seemed to be aware of your fear, of the absolute terror he was inflicting on everyone around you, and he took it with grace.
“...I wanted to thank you. Properly.”
The gauze and the paranoia was enough, thanks. That’s what you wanted to say. Any words that you could muster would only come out in a whisper, though, and you did not trust yourself to speak as his fingers pressed harder into your lip and hovered so, so close to your neck.
His lips were now dangerously close to you, and you could feel his breath bouncing off of yours in short, controlled puffs. He was not afraid to meet your gaze as his hand tilted your head up to put you impossibly closer to him.
“I think it’s only fair,” The room seemed to fade, all you could see was mix of brown and cyan. “...Don’t you?”
When your lips met, you cringed as your eyes closed. They were surprisingly soft, you could taste the mint that he seemed to faintly smell of, though the almost forceful press of his lips was not something you were expecting. A tingle shot up your spine as he moved his body to mold into yours, his chest covering you as your hands remained clutching your coat. His lips moved with yours and you responded almost instinctively, and though the kiss was brief you were still out of breath and panted as he released you. Is this why he sought you out? Because-
“So that’s it...it’s because- Because I’m entertaining?”
He chuckled. “Sort of. I see you. I want you. You’re an intriguing little thing, would you let me seek you out as I see fit?”
You didn’t really have a choice in this situation, and he knew that.
“You can call me Shouto, darling.”
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drindrak-art · 1 year
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Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless 29 year old man working a good job as a professional analyst. He's long since given up his dream to be a hero and his hope for a miracle quirk.
His life is upturned suddenly when his mother is murdered while visiting her friend Mitsuki Bakugou. The police are quick to identify the culprit - Frostfire, a member of the League of Villains, sent out to kill the newest number one Pro Hero, Dynamight's, family. It was just bad luck that Izuku's mother was there.
When Izuku himself meets Frostfire and looks into those mismatched eyes, he recognizes him as the boy who transferred to his old middle school for all of one week before disappearing and being labelled as missing.
The boy who Izuku had tried and failed to become friends with.
Then, Izuku blinks.
And he's thirteen again, sitting at his old middle school desk. Frostfire is at the front of the room, being introduced by the teacher, with a cold, despondent look in his eyes.
"Class, this is Todoroki Shouto. He'll be joining us for the next two weeks while his father is in town."
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ishipeverything33 · 2 years
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Does anyone remember who made that tdbkdk au where Bakugou and Todoroki are both villains. And Deku is a flowershop owner. And they're both in love with him? And they fight over him.
I think I may have saved it somewhere, but I can't find it for the life of me.
If any of y'all know what I'm talking about. That'd be great.
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havinganormalone · 2 years
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Villain Shouto fic ending
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The final chapter of n/n is here! Enjoy the resolution, and keep looking towards the future!
Link in source, preview below the cut.
Izuku hadn’t been able to get any details about his friend’s family out of Shouto. He had no idea exactly who he was waiting for– what his family looked like, their names. Perhaps that was for the best, because nothing could have prepared Izuku for who actually walked through the door. 
The man that strode through the entrance was lanky, thin limbs giving off the impression of him being taller than he actually was. He was dressed in a long, white trench coat that flared around him and complimented his white hair. Instantly, Izuku recognized him from magazines and news articles, and without thinking he whispered the hero’s catch phrase.
“From the ashes, rises Phoenix,” he mouthed to himself, in awe.
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cheryls-club · 10 months
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Drew him on my math homework
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thatonemoonunit · 1 year
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Please give me some villain,vigilante or runaway todoroki fic recomendations i can't find any good ones,it can be on ao3 or wattpad
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dominaecaede · 2 years
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The Executioner.
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wolfgiselle · 8 months
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Summary: Five years ago, fourteen year old Touya Todoroki's name was buried here. Today, Dabi has come home to make them all remember. He's gonna make them feel just what it's like to wish for death so the pain can stop. He's gonna destroy the little prodigy that took his place. He's gonna make his father say his goddamn name until he chokes on it.
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Or; Dabi breaks into the Todoroki house one night to kill his little brother. Things don't go as planned.
Dabi and Shouto go on the run together, with Dabi raising his little brother to become the weapon that will destroy Endeavor.
(And then the League kidnaps a UA student and a bird shows up.)
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This is one of the best Dabi / Shouto Todoroki brotherhood-centered fics I've ever read! It manages to keep them both in character. Dabi's portrayal is the true accomplishment here, though. He isn’t written as a saint or a perfect brother. He starts the story off exactly the way he starts it in canon: Fully willing and capable to burn through anything and everything in order to get back at Endeavor. He fully plans to kill Shouto at the beginning of this story and series. Even when he changes his mind and decides to take Shouto away with him to raise instead, it wasn't initially out of any newfound change of heart or love but to turn Shouto into his 'own' weapon to use against Endeavor. The love and relationship between the two of them builds throughout the story without making either character something they're not. This story doesn't shy away from their collection of mental and emotional issues.
Hawks' and Dabi's romance was also a treat to read. It was the next best part of the story, and the greatest relationship after Dabi's and Shouto's. I've always loved how their backstories and place in life parallel each other's (the hero's kid becoming a villain / the villain's kid becoming a hero). It's a shame such a relationship couldn't work out in canon. They had a capacity for true understanding of each other’s circumstances. Them finally confessing their pasts to each other was one of my favorite scenes because of how intimate it was. They each deserved to have somebody like this they could confide in about such things without judgement. These talks went a long way towards both of their recoveries.
BakugouXTodoroki is not a relationship I am a fan of. Mostly because I am not at ALL a fan of Bakugou, and also because I see a lot of Endeavor and some of his worst qualities reflected in Bakugou (his obsession with winning and being number 1, above all else). I think it's understandable that I wouldn't typically ship a character that has a terrible/abusive relationship with his father with a character I think emulates some of those father's characteristics. This story makes their relationship work, however. I think that's one of the true miracles of this fic - it was so well written I loved  even the shipping of two characters I would usually hate together.
I love the Commission being the true main villain of this story. I've hated the commission since we got Hawks' backstory. That organization deserves to die a public and painful death. Rei Todoroki also gets to be a brief badass. Toga is pretty much the sister neither Dabi or Shouto asked for. ShinsouXKaminari, EraserheadXPresentMic, and OchakoXToga are all a sideline thing.
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fox-aloev · 1 year
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ShinTodo
WC: 615 SFW, Canon Typical Violence, Mention of firearms
The roofs of the city were Shinsou’s second home. He sat on the ledge of a building and watched people mill about below as he ate his lunch. Patrol had been a drag and he was itching to wrap up and get home. 
Maybe he could convince Sho to forgo their meal prep for the night and order pizza. The thought of winding up his boyfriend about his meticulous diet made him chuckle to himself.
Just as he closed his lunch box and shook crumbs from his lap a shrill scream rang out below him.
“My purse! That brat took my purse!”
Shinsou groaned. A purse snatching wasn’t exactly exhilarating but it was better than sitting around doing nothing. He unfurled his capture weapon and offered the woman a wave before flying after the thief. 
“Hey! Stop!” He called but the kid either didn’t hear or just ignored him as he ducked and dived through the shadows. Shinsou moved along the rooftops with ease. The kid was about to take a corner that would slow him. He threw his capture weapon so that he could swing around and cut him off but the flimsy sheet metal underneath his foot gave way.
The fall felt absurdly long as he watched sunlight flow into the dingy warehouse he tried to wrangle his capture weapon to grab a beam. He caught one but still hit the ground with a resounding thud. Dust clouded his vision as he spluttered and tried to find his feet.
“Fucking kid,” He grumbled. The warehouse was dark and smelled like mold. The only light came from the hole he’d just fallen through. Just as he was dusting himself off he realized he could hear voices in a room nearby. He followed the sound as silent as a cat.
A gap in the door gave him a clear view of what looked like a drug deal.
“Oh shit.”
He was about to back off and radio for backup When a large hand squeezed his shoulder.
“Don’t move, Hero.”
Shinsou sighed, “Fuck. I suppose you got me, huh?”
“Damn rig-”
The man’s mind was muddy, likely from years of drug use but he managed a firm grip on his consciousness. 
“What am I looking at here, Big Guy?” He asked.
“Weapons deal,” He responded robotically.
“Weapons,” That was genuinely surprising, “Who uses weapons anymore?”
“Gangs. Real mob stuff.”
“Hey, Rilo! What the fuck are you-”
The door swung open. Before Shinsou could react the butt of a gun knocked him out.
When he woke he was cuffed to a pipe. The woman who’d pistol-whipped him and Rilo were arguing.
“He almost threw the whole fucking deal, Rilo!”
“How the hell was I supposed to know he had a brainwashing quirk?”
“Hey assholes,” Shinsou spat dried blood from his mouth, “Back up will be here any minute.”
“I don’t think they will,” The woman laughed.
Shinsou tried to take a hold of her mind and she laughed again, “Cuffs are quirk canceling, Doll.”
“I don’t need a quirk to take you, idiots, out,” He grinned up at them. He wanted to annoy them, make them angry. Angry people slip up.
Rilo swung and the punch felt like it might have shattered something in his jaw, he was about to lash out when he heard a familiar voice.
“Touch my boyfriend again and I’ll kill you.”
“Now you’re in for it,” Shinsou leered.
“Your boyfriend? Shit, Boss, I had no idea!”
Shinsou felt as though he’d been punched again.
/Boss/
“Sho?” He twisted so he could face the man he loved. 
“Sorry, My Love,” In Todoroki’s defense he did look sorry, “I was going to tell you.”
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Been trying a new art style for my mha au that ended up getting called dumpster fire todoroki it’s called that because it started with a head canon about todoroki setting bins on fire in his spare time now it’s a monster au that sometime in 2030 might be a half finished fic
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motzgurke · 2 years
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A monster called “love” Pt. III
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Slightly suggestive, blood, hurt
With his chin resting on his hand he stared coldly at his subordinate shaking like a leave in front of his desk. The room was noisy with silence, no one dared to move a muscle and upset Shoto even more. It had been a simple task, fetching a package from a negotiator downtown, but his inferior still managed to fuck it all up. Maybe it was partly Shoto’s fault, he knew about the short-tempered male but had been certain that the fact the boss himself was sending him on that mission was enough to push his issues aside. Sadly he had been wrong and if the situation hadn’t been bad enough the man dared to come back empty-handed with fresh blood coating his fingers.
Shoto wanted to burn him on the spot for his failure, maybe release some stress by playing around until he was satisfied with the punishment. Yes, that would be nice, he thought but refused to give in to his anger, knowing that if he made a mess now it would only unsettle his pretty snowflake sitting on the edge of his desk.
He knew that something was off with you lately, judging by the way you were quieter and more reluctant than usual and so he happily let you stay with him whenever you desired, enjoying your calming presence on stressful days like this. Silently you had grown into his haven of tranquility, your presence alone was enough to soothe the burning rage within him. And so, as he felt his anger boiling and daring to spill he let his hand travel to your thigh, massaging and drawing shapes to occupy his hand with something else than violence.
He didn’t need to look up to know that his ministrations had you smiling, a cute blush coloring your cheeks in rosy red. If it wasn’t that his staff was still waiting for his next move, he would have considered taking you right here on his desk, worshipping you like the goddess you were for him.
“Chain him up, for now, I’ll deal with him later”, Shoto hissed and with a flick of his hand, the man who had failed him was grabbed by some other of his subordinates and was dragged out of the door. “N-no! NO! Please don’t do this to me! I’ve always been loy…” Shoto felt you flinching when the door was thrown shut, leaving the two of you alone in his office. Patiently he waited until the desperate echoes had vanished, then he let his shoulders drop, leaning back into his seat as he rubbed his aching temples.
If it had just been some money on the line he would have considered mercy, but the delivery was important, a hard drive filled with private data about the top politicians of the country. Even a powerful and feared man like him had to pull a lot of special strings to gather this information and now they seemed to be lost. All the hard work for nothing?! With a growl his fist slammed down on the dark wood, burning the surface as he released some steam.
You jumped at the sudden impact, watching concerned as some small flames flickered on his hair, heating the room at an unsettling pace. It was rare for him to lash out like this when you were alone and you understood that the delivery must have been very important to draw an impulsive act like this from him. When his brows knitted in anger and you saw the gears rattling behind his mismatched eyes you dropped the papers in your hand, shifting on the table until you were settled in front of him.
Shoto was confused as you pushed his fist from the wood and were suddenly filling his line of sight, a surprise but a pleasant one. “Forgive me, snowflake. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice had changed from icy cold to a soft warmth, embracing you like a blanket on a snowy winter night. With a small shake of your head, you cupped his cheek with your palms, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks when you made him look up at you. “It’s fine. But you seem more… angry than usual. Was it such an important delivery?” You asked tracing the edge of his scar that always had him melt into your touch. Only you were allowed to touch the sensitive skin, somehow able to soothe the lingering pain that never seemed to fade away.
He sighed in exhaustion when his forehead collided with your lap, nose brushing over your thighs to inhale your heavenly scent. “Only the most valuable blackmailing material one could ever collect. And now it’s gone because that idiot killed the delivery boy”, his complaint was accompanied by another tired breath. He tried to think who could be sent to retrieve the package, but the recent events had him doubting his staff’s abilities leaving the only solution to go by himself. Shoto wasn’t very keen on this idea, he already had so much work piled on his desk and a row of responsibilities that going on his own would prolong other important meetings. Growling, he aggressively combed through his dual-colored hair, silky white and red strands clenched in his fist.
That’s when he felt your fingers on his chin, slowly pushing upwards until your eyes locked with his. Sudden confidence was written behind your shining irises and he gladly listened to your offer, “Leave it to me. If I go now maybe I can find him before a hero does.”
Shoto was torn between letting you go and the worry what might happen if you left by yourself. It wasn’t that he thought you weren’t able to protect yourself. Hell no, he had experienced firsthand that you were more than capable of fighting and stealthy movements, you had been a top ten hero after all. But the problem was exactly this. Your sudden disappearance had astonished the society, and rumors about you siding with a villain, which was obviously the truth were still spreading like a wildfire which meant that if you were recognized outside your former colleagues wouldn’t let you slip away again.
The times you had been traveling with him Shoto had always made sure to go somewhere secluded, or when he took you out to a restaurant he had bought the whole place for the night as a precaution, but if you went now you would be on your own and he wouldn’t be there to protect you.
His brows furrowed as he considered your offer, but the way his mimic shifted you knew he wasn’t convinced. “I can manage on my own, Shoto”, you tried to reassure him but he wouldn’t have it so simple. “What if someone found you? The heroes would track you down…”, his speech was stopped when you squeezed his mouth shut with your fingers, throwing him a challenging glance as you slipped into his lap and forced him down in his seat. Shoto hastily gulped and tried to withhold an excited groan as you towered over him, hinting at the power you still had.
It was nice to be protected and cared for, but you had never let your guard down, sticking to your training routine to maintain the fitness and strength you had built up over the years as a pro hero. You knew you didn’t need to work out or train your quirk that much, but it felt nice to be prepared, and honestly, it made it easier when you felt the need to remind Shoto that he wasn’t the only one able to make a point. He would always consider you his equal without a doubt, but not all of his men would accept this fact without a little lesson from you. You needed to be strong to survive in the underground world and had more than once proven that you were worthy to share the top with Shoto.
“And here I fought you trusted me”, you pretended to pout and crossed your arms over his chest, pushing him deeper into the chair, “Must I remind you that I’m a big girl?” Your voice was teasingly sweet but Shoto heard the threat loud and clear. It wasn’t often that you displayed your power so openly, but that made the rare moments you took control even more exciting.
His sour mood was fading away and while he was silently convinced that you could handle the job he couldn’t help but prolong this moment a little longer. “Are you really, snowflake? The way I made you scream last night told another story”, his sultry voice breathed into your ear and he traveled his hands up your thighs until they rested on your waist, one hot and the other cold to make you squirm in his hold. Luckily for him, you were already spurred on enough to not let have him his way and you shoved his calloused hands down, leaning closer to him so your lips were dancing over his as you whispered, “My love, I see what you’re doing.” Slowly you let go of his hands and caressed his jaw, fingertips trailing over his sensitive skin as they graced his neck and found his tie.
Shoto gulped again when you pulled at it, unable to focus on anything else but your eyes as you made him shiver with lust. Oh, how he wanted to devour you, and yet he took too much joy from being trapped beneath you to move an inch without permission.
Your voice fanned once again over his drying mouth, edging him until he started whimpering with need. If you weren’t trying to prove a point, you would have kissed and teased him until he came straight into his pants without ever actually touching him. But right now you had something important to do and after another second of memorizing the way his breath hitched when you tugged at his tie you jumped from his lap, rounding his desk to bring some space between you.
Shoto groaned disappointedly and you chuckled as he tried to fix his disheveled appearance. “I’ll be back in a few hours. And If you still feel like underestimating me when I return, this time you will be the one screaming.” With a wink and a smile, you closed the door behind you, leaving Shoto fixing his tie as a deep chuckle shook his heaving chest.
 It was a good idea to bring a hooded jacket with you, it was a simple but effective disguise as you walked through the nightly streets and shielded you at least a bit from the rain droplets that started falling a few minutes ago and you looked forward to a nice warm bath when you returned home. You could already imagine the water embracing you and maybe you were sure Shoto would gladly give you a relaxing massage when you were back. But before you got lost you remembered the task you had offered to do, fetching the blackmailing materials he had worked so hard for.
As a precaution you had chosen to take the more empty alleyways, avoiding any possible contact with the heroes patrolling this region and sooner than later you found the meeting point, scenery looking exactly like Shoto’s subordinate had described. It was a hidden area, only a single lamp lighted the alley between two tall buildings and if you wouldn’t know about it you might have missed the feet that were lurking from behind a garbage container. Determined to get this done as fast as possible you crossed the last meters after checking for any passersby and inspected the body leaning against the wall.
To your surprise, you weren’t too shocked about your discovery or the state corpse, the time you had to spend at Shoto’s headquarters made sure a headless blood-drenched body wasn’t the worst thing you might see. But you still wrinkled your nose, being used to seeing stuff like this didn’t mean it would sit right with you. During your time as a hero, you had always preferred to do the job fast and clean without hurting your opponent more than necessary. Maybe it sounded hypocritical but you still tried to keep your pride and some old manners despite living with the scariest villain in the city. It was proof that you still had something of your old self left within you, that you weren’t completely lost under Shoto’s spell and could still make decisions for yourself. And while it was too late for this guy there was still plenty of time to save another.
You laughed dryly at this thought, “Saving the innocents, hm?” With a shake of your head, you slipped on some gloves and searched through the pockets of the delivery man, hoping that nobody else had found him before you did and stole the desired data. Luckily the chosen meeting seemed to be hidden enough that you found the hard drive in his pockets and quickly secluded it in your own before the rain could do some serious damage to it.
Glad that everything had worked out so well you send a short text message to Shoto, reassuring him that you found the data and would head back soon. The answer came impromptu with a short kiss emoji and you smiled at the screen. “You could at least tip a thank you”, you grumbled jokingly and stored the phone back into your pocket, getting ready to head home.
Unfortunately, your luck seemed to be running out that day, and when you turned around to leave you met wide-blown radiant green eyes staring at you. Your heart skipped a beat and you could only stare back at the familiar face, confusion contorting the normally soft boyish features of the number one hero. No matter how much time would pass he never seemed to change. And while he had grown taller and more muscular he looked still like your friend fresh graduated from school with his big round eyes and cute freckles decorating his round cheeks.
Before everything, you would have jumped right into his arms, teasing him when his blush painted his face crimson red but right now you hoped your eyes played a cruel trick on you.
“Y/N?”, his voice was shaking and suddenly he was right in front of you, engulfing your shaking body in a bone-crushing embrace. Nope, definitely not a trick.
Unable to move you listened to his sobbing, heart clenching in frustration that you couldn’t push him away, that you didn’t want to. “Izuku?”, you whispered and finally he retreated enough to get a good look at you, his green orbs filled with tears still rolling down his cheeks. Izuku choked down another cry and nodded.
You couldn’t help but stare in disbelief, paralyzed at the sudden appearance of your former best friend. How did you not notice him earlier? “Izuku, you’re suffocating me”, you groaned and tried to wiggle in his grasp, and to your relief, he loosened his grip enough so you could face him properly. Still overwhelmed with the sudden turn of events you blinked at him, unsure if you should return his affections or not. Izuku on the other hand continued to feel you up and down, making sure that it really was you standing in front of him. He was so careful and gentle that you felt like crying on the spot. Meanwhile, your conscience was screaming at you that you were undeserving of his care. When you felt his hands cupping your cheeks a forgotten warmth flooded you and your restraints broke enough to let the tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the nightly rain.
Izuku suddenly stilled and wiped his thumbs over your cool skin. “Hey, it’s fine. Everything will be fine”, he whispered so gently that you nearly choked on your own breath. “Come on, we should find some shelter and warm you up somewhere dry”, he offered and took your hand to guide you out of the alley, but you wouldn’t move at his pull.
Confused he turned around again and spotted a sad smile tugging at your quivering lips. “I can’t, I need to go back.” For a moment he stared at you, eyes drifting over your pale cheeks and red puffy eyes. “What are you talking about? Where would you need to go?” Something in his voice had changed, you noticed he was more on guard than before.
With a deep breath, you took a step backward, wiping the last tears from your eyes and straightening your back. You should never have let him get that close to you in the first place. “I’m sorry, Izuku. But he is waiting for me”, with a sad smile you turned around and speeded down the street, rounding a few corners to get as far away from him as possible, but the footsteps following your movements in shortening distance told another story. “Y/N, please stop!”, he begged but ignored his request, mobilizing your resources to accelerate more as you jumped over various fences and objects blocking your way.
Now your continued training paid off, but before you could celebrate your escape you were slammed into a wall, caged against the bricks by Izuku’s arms and muscular body. “I told you to stop”, he huffed and punched his fist on the wall, making the stones crack without much care. His strength was frightening and you knew you needed to flee before he decided to force you to follow him.
“Let me go”, you demanded and pushed against him without much of an effect. The flashes of lightning flickering from his body were a clear indication that he was threatening you with his quirk. “Not before you tell me where you have been the last two years. I was worried when you suddenly disappeared”, Izuku admitted with a sad tinge in his voice, despite the serious expression he tried to keep on.
Your eyes flickered between his, torn between the want to fall into his arms and the need to return to Shoto who was probably worried sick when you wouldn’t arrive on time. “I’m fine, okay? Actually, I’ve been better than ever before. So please, ‘Zuku, let me go home.”
Izuku was silent, but you saw the gears turning in his head, trying to understand why you would push him away or at least tell him why you had vanished without a trace. You had always been a picture-perfect hero, faithful and kind, or at least you were before your encounter with Shoto. When the image of the dual-colored haired villain appeared in his thoughts something clicked and he paled as he remembered the rumors that were telling a weird story you had run off with the monster called Shoto. No. No, this wasn’t possible. You wouldn’t side with a villain, would you?
The guilt in your eyes spoke a million words. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Just come back with me and I… I will protect you and we can forget about this?” Izuku was shaking and the pleading look in his eyes broke your already aching heart. “It’s fine Izuku, Shoto is taking good care of me.”
The green in his eyes seemed to intensify as he leaned closer, fist slamming into the wall a second time. “He is a monster, Y/N, a mass murderer. How could you even think that he would care about you”, his growl was menacingly and his face contorted in anger, eyebrows knitted in disbelief of your reckless behavior. Maybe Shoto had manipulated you so you trusted him. Yes, that must be it, he thought, but the look in your eyes was determined that Izuku was in the wrong.
“You are right, he is a monster, cruel and brutal and frightening. But not to me. Never to me.”
The calmness of your voice was alerting to Izuku. How could you believe in someone as disgusting as Shoto?! He needed to take you back, maybe if you were far away from your captor Izuku could bring you back to your senses. With a growl he snaked his arms around your waist and threw you over his shoulder, marching away from the scenery he had found you in. He will definitely make sure you won’t fall into the villain’s arms ever again.
“The fuck are you doing?! Let me go, now!”, you demanded and punched on his back, but Iuku didn’t stop, instead he tightened his grip around you to keep you from wiggling. “I won’t. You will come with me and I will make sure to protect you from…”
Izuku’s growling was interrupted by a flash of fire in front of him. Soon the tiny hairs on his neck stood straight, already sensing the danger laying behind the flaming walls. He knew Shoto was famous for his dramatic entrances but this was a bit too flashy in the dark of night.
When you felt the familiar heat you arched your back to follow Izuku’s gaze, seeing that alley was engulfed in fire. As a tall figure stepped graciously through the flickering flames your heart dropped down. Afraid of what was to come you struggled harder against your friend’s hold on your waist before your beloved decided to rip you from the hero’s grip. “P-please, ‘Zuku, you need to let me go. Please!”, you whisper-screamed but he still wouldn’t budge, eyes focused on the villain in front of him.
When you turned around again you spotted Shoto walking calmly towards you, or that was what it looked like from the inside. A single look into his mismatched orbs was enough to see the rage within him, the anger that somebody dared to lay a hand on you.
“The lady said she wants to go. Not very heroic from you to keep her hostage”, Shoto joked dryly and you swore with how deep Izuku’s fingers dug into the flesh of your waist there would be bruises left. Both men threw each other a deathly glare and you grew more and more anxious. The two people who you loved the most were about to murder each other if you didn’t do something.
“Bold of you to assume I am the one keeping her hostage. Step back and l will forget you this once”, Izuku answered with venom dripping from his normally cheery voice. You felt the constantly changing temperatures, ranging from icy-cold to searing hot the closer Shoto came. “Watch your mouth, hero”, Shoto spat back and you started to feel the shifting of Izuku’s muscles, sparks of green lightning indicating he was ready to attack any second.
Adrenaline rushed through your veins and you couldn’t handle listening to this any longer. You gritted your teeth as you mobilized your quirk to escape from your friend’s insanely tight grip. Izuku was as surprised as Shoto when you finally managed to free yourself and landed right between them, keeping Shoto from approaching Izuku. “But Y/N?”, Izuku mumbled and you felt sorry at this sad gaze when you turned to Shoto and hugged him tightly, turning him away from your former friend who followed your movements in disbelief.
Slowly your hand found Shoto’s cheek and you guided his face towards you, gaining all of his attention by stroking lovingly over the edge of his scar. Even though you saw his eyes flicker to the hero he kept his gaze mainly on you, checking for any injuries or scratches. When he found none his look softened a bit and he let out a content sigh, but the puffy redness from the tears you had shed didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Snowflake, did he hurt you?”, he asked softly and his hands roamed over your soaked, shivering body warming you up with his warm hand, but when he graced your waist and you flinched at the slight stinging his eyes snapped to Izuku and a piercing icy wall shot at the hero. You gasped in shock at the sudden attack but fortunately, Izuku was fast enough to dodge it before the sharp tips pierced through his chest.
Izuku immediately prepared a counterattack and jumped from wall to wall until he was behind Shoto, ready to punch him in the back when you appeared in his line of sight, protecting your beloved from the incoming blow. Skillfully you redirected the hit and sent Izuku into the opposite wall where he came crashing down, blood now dripping from his curly green mop of hair. “Shit, Y/N! You’re protecting a monster!”, he shouted and shoved the rubble aside returning to stand on his feet and readying himself to strike again.
You did the same and Shoto watched in awe as you stood in front of him, shielding him from any attack Izuku might offer. You had watched this for long enough, you would go home with Shoto and Izuku could do nothing to prevent you from leaving with your man.
“I am protecting my love and you won’t stop me anymore”, you growled and as you saw something break inside Izuku you felt another crack in your heart too. Suddenly his anger seemed to dissipate and he broke visibly. You never wanted to hurt him like this, and while Izuku had always been a tiny light in the dark Shoto was the one who rescued you from the misery you had called your life before. Now that you were at the point where you had to decide between them you turned to Shoto without a doubt.
Speaking of which the villain watched the conversation, worried for your wellbeing but at the same time so incredibly proud that you not only stood up for yourself but for him too. His cold heart burned for only you and he would make sure that from one you would never have to face despair like this again.
Determined to finish rescuing you he raised his left again to shoot another fireball at the hero but was stopped by a hand on his forearm, pushing it back down. “Please don’t hurt him, Shoto.” And he followed your plea, despite his want to lecture your former friend. “Let’s go home, snowflake”, Shoto whispered and blew a kiss against your temple before turning to guide you to his car.
But Izuku wasn’t defeated and he would never accept that you chose a fucking villain over your best friend. With a growl, he jumped forward and tried to snatch you from Shoto’s hold but this time the villain was faster than you. But to your surprise, Shoto still complied with your wish and stuck with trapping Izuku in an ice block without even scratching him. “If Y/N didn’t tell me to spare you, you would be dead by now, hero”, Shoto threatened and mouthed a tiny thank you to your beloved.
As you turned around to leave Izuku cried again, desperation and hurt taking over his last bit of control. “Please stay! Don’t go with him! You can still be a hero, just stay with me!”, Izuku begged and you sighed as you turned to face him, slowly walking over to your friend who was turning and tossing as much as he could in his restraints.
Carefully your hand found his cheek and he stilled, thick droplets of tears rolling down his freckled cheeks as you pressed your lips to his forehead. “I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but please know that you have been the reason I was able to survive until now.” You wiped a tear from his cheek and he cried again, fighting against the ice but unable to free himself as you retreated and faced him one last time. “I love you Izuku, but Shoto is my home, the place where I was always meant to be.”
Your heart shattered once again as the light in his green eyes dulled and Izuku slumped, unable to see you leave in the arms of his greatest enemy.
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moodboard || verse.malefactor || shoto is coerced to join the league of villains following the death of his mother. he has failed to save her and spirals into the hands of the league. with quirks like his, shoto easily fits in with the league, taking his anger and hatred towards himself and shaping it into his darker future. he has discovered that dabi is his long lost brother touya. DO NOT REBLOG / likes are okay
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ralburry · 8 months
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father acquired
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