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➳ persistence

--͙[katsuki bakugo x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 8244

╰┈➤ rundown; katsuki sees you through rose coloured glasses, you're his best friend after all. little does he know, you would do anything to have him.

╰┈➤ caution; alcohol consumption (legal drinking age is 18 in my country), bakugo cheats on his gf, possessiveness, jealousy, dry humping, choking, cunninglingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, belly bulge, size kink, virginity loss (mentions of blood), slight kaminari x yn, yn has small boobs.

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katsuki has been yours forever.

well, he has been your best friend forever.

although, katsuki is oblivious to how near and dear you hold him to your heart and the things you would do to have him.

you were prone to running girls off even if it meant spewing some preposterous lie.

you would do it all if it meant being able to fawn over katsuki like he was more than your best friend.

you spend every moment that you can with him.

you thought he loved your company the same but katsuki tells you he lost his virginity and you realise he was seeking love elsewhere.

he smashes your heart into a million pieces with just a sentence.

you stick closer to him, you thought he would heal your broken heart although he was the reason for it.

but he does it again, he takes it and rips it apart because two months later, you find out katsuki has a girlfriend.

you try to break them up.

you really do. you make yourself an issue.

what girl is okay with their boyfriend constantly around his girl best friend. what girl would tolerate that?

katsuki's girlfriend.

you find that out the hard way.

you disrupt their plans but somehow she finds herself there.

you delete messages she sends and she blames it on the network. not katsuki! never him!

he misses countless calls when he is with you but she does not mind!

you drive yourself insane trying to get rid of her.

it seems like she is here to stay.

---

you are eighteen when alcohol is legal and a hot commodity.

when your friend group rents a beach house with the sole purpose of getting wasted.

you see katsuki as soon as you step into the hall. you smile, well almost.

"what the fuck are you wearing?" you furrow your brows at his irritated tone. you swear boys are suppose to like this.

"a bathing suit."

"your entire ass is out." he scowls.

"okay? who cares?"

they do care. they all have their eyes on you.

izuku swallows hard when you smile at him and shouto almost stops breathing when your hip brushes his. katsuki is stalking around the house like he wants to lay claim. like he is seconds away from pissing all over you.

it is on the tip of your tongue to tell him to worry about his girlfriend.

she comes downstairs a second later and is all over him. you are jealous. of course you are! he is letting her do all the things he should have given to you.

the alcohol is all you have to quell you over. when kaminari starts feeling you up, who are you to deny it? he is slurring words with his body flush to yours and katsuki seethes for the world to see.

"you're so pretty and your body." he whistles. you giggle in his face, your arms around his shoulders to press your breasts to his bare abdomen.

he is a good looking guy but he would never compare to katsuki. kaminari's hands trail lower, thumbing the fabric of your bathing suit.

you find katsuki whose jaw locks tighter the longer you are in kaminari's arms. whose knuckles have turned white from being wrapped in fists.

"i've wanted to fuck you for so long." he rasps, you can definitely feel his erection digging into your tummy.

you smile, your lips brushing his "then why haven't you?"

katsuki has had enough.

he yanks kaminari back by his hair and roughly shoves him into the wall. you wince.

"what the fuck, bakugo?" everyone though tipsy is alerted by the scene. katsuki is intimidating and as bad as you feel for kaminari you are stifling a grin behind your palms.

"do you want me to kill you?" katsuki nears him, smoke seems to blow out his nose like a raging bull.

"for what?" katsuki has only gotten bigger over the years, his abs flex as he breathes hard and his bicep swells when he reaches for kaminari.

you step in front of him and katsuki looks murderous as he glares at you.

"yn, move." you are all wide eyed and playing innocent.

"i won't let you hit him."

"you're choosing that dunce over me?" his brows tilt up. you do not say a word. "you let him touch you. you were asking him to fuck you."

it is exactly how you want it to go. his girlfriend furrows her brows. you do not know if it is the alcohol, anger or jealousy but katsuki does not care.

"katsuki." you hate the way his name sounds on her tongue.

"why do you care?" he tenses. she comes up to his side, pulling on his arm.

you want them to fight, you want to draw her to her breaking point and finally push her over the edge.

it should have happened years ago.

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it is way into the morning, about 1:43 am. everyone is in the rooms, black out drunk and desperately needing to recuperate.

you are on your phone on the couch, still dressed in your bathing suit.

you sit up when katsuki walks down the stairs in a short sweatpants and a tshirt. his hair pushed back by a bando, one of yours he had taken years ago.

he settles right next to you, your feet pulled to your chest and facing him though he is staring at the blank screen of the tv.

"how'd you get her to quiet down?"

"there are men here and they think like men and you still wore that." really he wants to say, i'm a man. a filthy fucked up one that has longed to wreck the friendship between you.

his eyes meet yours looking at your features with so much softness before they lower to all the skin you have on display, your tits, your stomach, the scars and he knows the story for each one.

there are birthmarks he has never seen before, katsuki wants to know more, about you.

his eyes only grow darker, primal, everything in him wants you. he has for a long time.

you ignore his words "did you fuck her?" he scowls "i wouldn't fuck her and then come to you." you scoff.

katsuki's eyes trail to the curve of your cunt, barely covered by that scrap of fabric, the way you have your legs up only makes it more prominent.

"liar. over the last two years, you fucked her and now you're here." his eyes flicker to yours. you rest your phone on the cushion as you lean over to him, his tongue swiping over his lips when your bare ass comes into his view.

you straddle his lap, his legs spread and his bulge pressing into you immediately. his large hands find your hips, holding you as he thrusts up. his erection has you gasping. your hands find purchase in his fluffy blond hair.

you are still smaller than him, you have always been. your face nears his, you want to break down and cry.

"you're my best friend, suki, aren't you supposed to know my every want?" your hips grind into his, panting and mewling into his face, you have not done this before.

your cunt soaks through the thin fabric, it feels wet and slimy. your hips roll against him, why did his dick feel so good when it was not even inside you?

you do not want to stop, you want to do it all and now.

"i do."

"liar."

he thrusts up into your weeping slit and you whine as your body grows hotter. your eyes fixate on his, his hands grip your cheeks and they are so big you feel safe.

you feel like nothing can hurt you so long as he is around. you tilt your head to kiss the side of his palm.

"you want me to kiss you, you want me to touch you." he brings you close until your lips brush. he smells so good, he feels so good and right with you.

"you want me to fuck your little baby pussy that's rubbing on my cock so perfectly and make you mine." you nod your head, gripping onto him more. you have never heard him talk like that, never.

your head goes into a daze. "you want me, you've always wanted me."

"i know you." tears leak from your eyes and katsuki's lips part before he kisses you.

he kisses you and it far exceeds the countless times you dreamed about it. it feels more than fireworks and electricity, katsuki feels like love.

he feels like patience and understanding. katsuki kisses like you are all he needs and all he wants. he kisses with as much feeling as you have harboured for him in all your years of existence.

his lips languidly move along yours, thumb stroking your cheeks and keeping you close.

you practically melt into him more, your breasts flush to his chest, kissing him deeper as you hump his erection. he pulls away and you are breathless, his hands cupping the bare flesh of your ass to help you fuck yourself on him.

"tell me you didn't fuck some other guy." he winces, his forehead meeting yours.

hypocrite, selfish, unfair. that is what he is.

"i didn't." you concede, gripping his shoulders tighter.

"are you just... saying that cause i want to hear it?" you press your lips to his again and katsuki cups the back of your head to kiss you as deeply as he can. to sink his tongue in your mouth and claim it for himself.

your hands pull the strings on either side of your suit's bottoms, tugging it off before your cunt meets the fabric of his shorts and strands of slick coat it.

"fuck me. fuck me and you'll know."

he groans, reaching around you to untie your top.

"such a gorgeous girl." the praise is entirely unfamiliar, katsuki has never called you gorgeous.

"your pussy is so wet, baby. i can feel it already." his hands grope your breasts, tweaking at your nipples that sting with sensitivity. his hands trail over your sternum and squeeze the flesh of your hips.

they feel rough and calloused. like they have lived a life, one you have been there for every second of since he called your name.

your cunt soaks his shorts and leaves a wet patch on the grey fabric but you cannot stop humping him. not when it feels so good, not when your cunt is clenching and the friction is stimulating you.

"i can't wait to have this tight little hole stretched around me, can't wait to fuck you open and have you shaped to my cock. mine alone." his fingers thread through your hair.

"do it suki, please, please put it in." your naked body writhes against him, your hips rocking and stuttering,

you cannot help your moans or the way you are constantly biting on your lips. you are depraved and desperate but katsuki has ruined you from the moment you laid eyes on him.

tears trail down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling between your legs, from the way he looks at and touches you.

"kat it's so big." you mewl, bowing your head and looking at the way your cunt rubs along him.

his rough fingertips find your clit and your jaw hangs as he rubs the bundle of stilted nerves. your face is in the crook of his neck, losing all composure.

"cunt's messy. i want you to cum for me." you whine, your hips grinding harder. hands knotted in his tshirt.

"are you close?" your thighs are locking up and your abdomen feels unbelievably tight, your pussy constantly clenches. "uh huh." his hand grips your throat to make you look at him. "i want to see it, i want to see your eyes roll back, your mouth water and how fucked out your face looks when your pussy is creaming."

your body bounces on his lap, lips parted as he presses your forehead to his. "suki, it feels good, you feel so good." a smile crosses his pretty face.

"yeah? getting yourself off on my cock feels good? nasty girl, you're rubbing your dripping little cunt on me and you're enjoying it." his mouth meets yours in a searing kiss. "i'm enjoying it too, no one compares to you, no one is as pretty or as perfect as you." he whispers, like the only one that matters is you.

your body halts, jerking still on his lap because he is stroking your clit like he has known your body forever. like this is all familiar.

your fingers wrap around his wrist and katsuki grips your throat a bit tighter. just as he expected, just like his daydreams, only ten times better, your eyes roll, drool drips from your pretty mouth and you are the most stunning when your body is overcome by an orgasm.

the first one he has seen from you. "that's it, fuck, baby, doing so well." you whine at the praise, his words itch a part of your brain you never knew about.

your cunt creaming and soaking his pants, there is a wet patch and a sticky mess between your legs. you want to be filled so badly.

you do not think you can function if he does not. you are panting before he releases your throat and you slump into his strong body. he pushes back your hair and holds you close to him, you are all sweaty and his body temperature only makes you hotter.

his hands rub and caress all over you, his chin on your head before he wraps you in a tight hug. "i need to see you like that again, look so fucking pretty." you swallow hard, that sounds so much like a promise for the future. one with you and him.

he kisses your forehead "do you want to have sex?"

you perk up, bobbing your head. "of course i want to."

you are surprised when he brushes your cheek and his expression is saddened.

"this isn't the only time, you know that?" you slowly nod your head. "if you want to wait, i will. we can take things slow."

katsuki, katsuki, katsuki, how could you ever want anyone else.

"i waited long enough. i really want you to fuck me, ki." his eyes grow hooded. he presses a soft peck to your lips before he shifts you off his lap.

he removes his tshirt to reveal full pecs, toned abs, and a deep v line. all things you have seen before. all things you have day dreamed about but you have never seen him right before he would fuck you.

you have never looked at him knowing he would be in your body.

katsuki's skin ripples in defined muscles, any where you look you would see it. his eyes meet yours and your bread hitches. a smile crossing his features softly. his arms rest on either side of your body, gaze flicking to your messy cunt as he leans closer.

his mouth presses to yours in a soft gentle kiss and you find yourself following him when he pulls away. his nose nuzzles yours. "let's go upstairs, i'll get a condom."

you tense. here you are stripped bare, for him to see, for him to touch and have and own the way you have always wanted.

she is upstairs, in his room while you are on the living room couch waiting to be fucked.

you cannot find it in yourself to care.

"what are you thinking about?" his forehead meets yours. his eyes are so red, so red that you want them to draw you in and never let you go. you want them forever, you want him.

"do you use condoms with her?" his brows draw together, he does not want to talk about her but he will answer every question you have.

"always." no hesitation, no dishonesty.

you are immature, especially when it comes to him. "i'm different to you. i'm not like her. right kat?"

katsuki wants to wrap you up in his arms and keep you from the world. he wants to keep you to himself. he should have done it from the start.

kat, ki, suki, they are all his, they are all yours and that is one of the many ways that shows how different you are.

he breathes a heavy breath "you're everything." your hands cup either side of his nape.

"then show me. you shouldn't want something between us." not when it’s me.

katsuki regrets that those words even came out of his mouth. his eyes flick over your features before his large palm is pressing on your chest. you lie back under the weight of his searing touch, under the weight of his heavy gaze.

his lips leave wet kisses to your cheek before he drifts lower. you whine when his tongue laves over your perked nipple. all hot and sticky with saliva. the rough pad of his thumb rolls the darkened flesh before he takes it back into his mouth and circles the bud with his tongue.

your legs jolt, although your bare skin meets katsuki's body. katsuki who is above you completely with his body between your legs. he is so close you cannot think, you can hardly breathe.

"when we were younger." he trails off, leaning closer to press his stiff bulge against your messy cunt. your fingers curl into your palms.

"i used to wonder how big these would get." his hands grope your chest, your breast that have not changed much, have not grown much.

"but i like them this way. so much." his hands are so big, they only make the mounds of flesh look smaller. as he touches and squeezes. as he flusters you.

"why?" your voice seems ten times harder to get out. his mouth covers yours, pressing deep and your eyes tightly close. you whine when he pulls back

"cause it gets me so fucking hard." his voice is rough, you want to hear it that way forever. your hips tilt up to press against him more, where his pants are already soaked with your cum.

katsuki groans before his mouth meets your stomach and he trails kisses down the soft flesh. the closer he gets to the dripping slit between your legs the more you tense.

"kat, wait." your hand reaches for his hair but your fingers keen into themselves when his tongue trails over your stiff clit. your back arches, lips parting.

"why should i? i waited long enough." you said the same and here katsuki is with his mouth over your cunt and amusement all over his face. you cannot look at him.

"it's weird!" his breath hits your soaking mess as he lightly laughs. your legs lift and your toes curl when his heated tongue glides through your opening in a languid stroke.

"tell me how weird it is that my mouth is on your pretty little pussy, that i'm finally getting to taste how sweet you are." your hands rest on your lips and you swallow hard.

katsuki leans in to lap at the cum and the slick that seems never ending. you can hardly keep your eyes open yet you look at him.

with his hooded eyes and you in his mouth. his fingers reach between your legs to pull your lips apart. to spread open your slit and your body jerks when he spits a thick ball of heady saliva into you.

the tip of his tongue glides through the mess before you feel it dipping inside you. your eyes widen and your entire body squirms. your hips rocking, you are not sure if you want to pull away or press more into him.

his strong hands hold your legs open and then he is shoving into you, until your eyes roll and his nose is nuzzled to your clit. your cunt squelches at the intrusion, gummy sticky walls pushed apart.

your fingers dig into the broadness of his shoulders "suki." you cry his name, it is so strange. to have something so foreign inside. to have someone's mouth much less their tongue there.

you are not quite prepared for him to move the wriggling muscle. no nothing could prepare you for the feeling of a tongue squirming inside your cunt and stroking your walls.

katsuki is fucking you with his tongue.

your hips jerk, and tears leak down your face without you realising. your hands tangle in his hair and all he does is press deeper and move faster.

your eyes meet his and you moan so disgustingly loud. his eyes are dark and they look mean. you can feel him everywhere. the muscles in your legs pulsate, he is sucking on you, he is eating you up and you grip his hair so tight because there are no coherent thoughts in your head.

the sounds fuck with you the most, the sounds are sloppy and sticky. the longer you hear it the more your brain turns to mush.

he will not stop, he will not give you a moment to breathe not as you moan and cry, not as you tug his hair or dig your nails into his scalp.

your cunt continuously clenches around the invasive muscle. your stomach feels unbelievably tight, "you're so gross." yet your hips are rocking, yet you are enjoying it. katsuki's tongue moves rougher and your eyes roll back so hard you are disoriented.

"ki, seriously! i'm gonna cum." your voice is watery and jumbled. you think he will stop, isn't he supposed to? but katsuki does not. no, not until you cream in his mouth and all over his face. your body jerks and tenses, you swear you are drooling and there are tears in your eyes.

you are already a mess, when his tongue slips out of your soaked hole you grit your teeth. your entire being is still stuttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

katsuki has liquid down his jaw and lips, some is even in his hair. he lies on top of you, his face close and his cock on your sensitive cunt. he is heavy, all you can feel is hard muscle and his skin as bare as yours.

"you taste like heaven, got the sweetest little pussy." he swipes at your tears and your legs fold on either side of him. "you're gross." he cocks his eyebrow "cause i want to eat your dripping cunt forever? or cause i want to drink up all the cum that comes out of it? which one makes me gross?"

you squeeze your eyes, it makes your heart feel all weird and your cunt throb. you wonder if he can feel it. if he can feel how hard you are pulsating all over.

"open those pretty eyes." his fingers grip your jaw and you whine. you are so flustered, you are so disoriented. katsuki spins you tight and messes up your head.

"all of it, katsu." you are a whimpering mess. you cannot think properly. not when you are naked, not when he is plastered to your skin. you want him inside of you. you want to know what it feels like so badly.

"katsu." he rolls the name around his tongue. you have not called him that in years. you have not called him that since you were kids.

he wonders what you then would say if she saw you now, if she knew how you would be. if she would be as angry as you are because he had been with someone else.

"take it off." you mutter, your hand cupping the hardness of his bulge. it is borderline painful. he has been hard since he sat next to you.

he swallows, sitting up to shove the restrictive material down. your body shifts on the couch as you see his length. long thick, the head a mixture of pink and brown. you have never seen one before.

his balls look heavy, you cannot help but wonder what they would feel like. in your hand, in your mouth. his fingers run across the short blonde pubic hair before he grips the base and squeezes, pre cum leaks from the tip.

he is quick to collect it and stroke it over the bluish veins along his shaft. his eyes meet yours, he looks at your expression. why do you look so in awe?

his defined muscles flex as he comes over you again. he crowds you into the corner of the couch, like he wants to keep you only for himself. only for his eyes.

your legs hook on his hips, his cock pressing into the flesh of your abdomen. he is so close, he is so close to being inside.

"how's it going to fit, ki?" you puff and the groan he lets out is bordering a loss of self control. he hesitates, will it fit? will all of this really fit in your tight little hole? where would it end in your body?

"we'll make it fit, right? tell me you'll make it fit, katsu." there it is again and he is losing his mind. what did you get out of calling him that besides ruining his head? he is already obsessed with you, did you want to make him psychotic too?

you are stripped naked with your cunt an inch away from his length practically begging him to stuff you so full you will ache. katsuki has lost it.

he tries to crack a smile but it is shaky, his thick fingers stroke between your slit and you sigh.

"yeah." it is so unsure, his voice cracks "we'll make it fit, i'll get it all in this cunt." his digits press into your walls, pushing passed the swollen flesh that seems to resist.

the gummy blood filled walls that make you so unbelievably tight. you gasp at the intrusion.

"just have to get this tight hole to loosen up." that seems easier said than done. why are you so tight? why do your walls grip him so viciously and hold him so close?

"fuck, baby. how am i supposed to stretch you out when you're so little?" his mouth meets yours, while his fingers slowly slip in and out of you.

he called you baby.

his mouth coaxes over yours, his lips gliding along yours like he was made for you.

your hips rock as he plunges his digits to his knuckles. everything he does feels good. he could look at you and you would still be this much of a mess.

your hand wraps around his length and katsuki's muscles flex. they flex and ripple, you wish you could see the way every single one contorts.

he grits his teeth, forehead rolling over yours, his jaw clenching before it hangs. he is so beautiful. his eyes lock on where you hold him. where the softness is so mind blowing, where your finger tips do not touch. where you are stroking his reddened cock the way he imagined.

it felt better, your slow, inexperienced strokes feel so much fucking better.

his fingers slam into you, palm grinding into your clit as he quickens his pace. your pussy sputters and wetness coats his digits. some splattering under the force of his movements.

your mouth drops in a moan, all breathy and pretty. "fucking pussy is in love with me. dripping all over, for me. such a loud nasty little cunt. who's it for?" your hand tightens around his base and drags along the length, enough to make him pant.

"you, katsu. it's yours, always been yours." your hips grind and fuck against him, legs spreading wider on instinct. you are so inviting. you are so perfect.

your eyes are barely staying open, your hand jerks his length. there is sweat on your skin. your chest heaving. he pulls his hand from your messy cunt, sticky strands connecting him to you before he collects the pre cum from his tip and presses it to your mouth.

your mouth opens to lap and suck and clean the liquid from his digits. your little hand growing more vigorous in your strokes, it only makes katsuki hump into the space between your fingers. "i want to fill you all over, i want to fuck you everywhere. this baby mouth, this vice pussy and this teasing little ass. i want to stuff your belly and holes with my cum. i want to cover you in it."

he is so nasty, he shoves into your mouth until you gag, until spit pools in your mouth and you drink it all down again. he cups your cheek and presses the sweetest kiss to your mouth, a soft wet smack filling the empty room.

katsuki is perfection incarnate.

he sits up on his knees, your hand slipping from his length as he grips your hips and pulls you lower. your legs spread and his cock resting on your abdomen.

his large hand spans out pressing his length against your flesh as he trails to the head. pre cum pools from the slit and katsuki's eyebrows bind together so tight. his jaw locks and his red eyes have gone black.

he is sizing you up. he is trying to figure out where exactly his cock is going to reach in you. you are breathless, you are a mess. katsuki has always been bigger than you.

he is lean muscle but they bulge so wide they make themselves present. he is all hard defined rivets in the planes of his skin.

"are you sure you want to do it?" his eyes lock with yours. why would he ask that like you would not say yes a million times?

"i am. i've never been more sure of something." i've never been more sure it's you. katsuki will always be the one. always.

"i want to have sex with you, i want you inside of me." he swallows hard. then his face relaxes, he looks so soft.

"tell me if it hurts. i'll stop if you want me to." he reaches down, leaning more over you as he strokes his length. his stiff cock bobs before his head is mushed into the sticky flesh of your pussy.

you gasp, looking at him breach your entrance. your slit slowly being pulled apart. katsuki was relaxed, he was but now his heart is beating out of his chest.

he has never had raw sex before. he has never been inside without a condom. you feel better than anything, even with a condom he is sure you would be better. you are better.

your pussy is warm and wet, so unbelievably wet. he does not know if your gummy walls are sucking on him or sucking him in, he thinks it might be both. he pushes in until the swollen flesh of his head is surrounded by your sticky hole.

you both let out laboured breaths. katsuki is inside you, he is inside of you and he cannot think. he wants to burn this moment into his brain and eye lids. he wants to think about this forever.

you feel so tight, warm and wet that katsuki feels like he will cum. he will cum and fill you up and he will want to do it again and again.

"how are you this good?" he grits his teeth. "your pussy keeps holding me, so tightly. how am i supposed to fuck you if you won't let me move?" he covers you, his face in front of yours, one hand cupping your throat and the other stroking your waist.

"rub your little clit for me and loosen up. you want my cock in you, right? you want me to fuck your cunt, don't you?" you whine, your hand reaching between your soft skin and his muscular flesh.

finding the stilted bundle of nerves and roughly rolling it. you cannot think, you cannot think at all. katsuki is inside of you and you are looking into his eyes.

how can you function?

"katsu, i want it so bad. i want you to fuck me so bad." your cunt gushes around him. you soak him again and again.

"yeah, want my cock to spread you open and fill up this pussy." he shoves in an inch more and you swear it sucks the life out of you.

"put it all in, please. i don't care if it hurts." he pants into your face, easing in more and more of his heady length. it feels like it goes on forever.

tears stream down your cheeks and your hand grips the back of his nape.

"such a good girl, pretty girl. you're doing so well." you whine, you want to cry and scream for him.

you are insanely tight and you are insanely hot.

you wrap around him and guzzle, you squeeze and you slurp him up.

katsuki cannot fuck you with a condom. he could never do it after feeling you like this.

"how much more is there, katsu?" your voice is as teary as your eyes. he brings your hand away from your clit to hold his nape. both of your hands intertwining before they lace in the spiky blonde strands near the base of his neck.

"a little more. breathe for me." and you do, you do as he anchors his hands on your hips. he slams into you so hard your cunt squelches, so hard your back arches off the couch and your voice pitches up into a broken cry of his name.

it is more than a little, you feel so stretched out, so pulled wide and filled to the brin. tears leak down your face

"it feels like." you trail off with dazed eyes "you're in my guts. no, my throat." katsuki pants above you

"i am." his voice is warbled. when you stare up at him in confusion, you follow where his gaze is locked. your entire body vibrates, there is a bulge in your stomach, there is a bulge where his cock is seated deep inside you.

your pussy tightens up around him so suddenly that katsuki hisses. "it's so deep, katsu." your head drops back onto the cushion, your legs hooking around his hips. his pelvis is flush to yours, he is buried inside you. he pulled you apart to shove himself inside.

you grip him so perfectly that katsuki feels like he will faint. he feels like he is blacking out.

"can you move?" you whine.

katsuki does not think he can.

he might just cum inside you this very moment.

he nods, leaning back to hold your legs open by the back of your knees. you lift yourself onto your elbows, both of you watching as he pulls out to just beneath his head, sticky strands of your slick covering his length and dripping from it before he slams straight to the base.

the bulge in your stomach appears again. you moan so loud, katsuki wants to hear it again and again.

you both watch him enter and exit you, watch him pound his heady cock into your walls. it feels so good your head is a mess.

he only fucks into you a few times, only makes a good few strokes before he stops.

"fuck you're bleeding. does it hurt?" his eyes are so filled with concern whilst yours only have lust.

you shake your head, "don't stop, katsu, don't stop."

your legs tighten around him, practically urging him to keep slamming the thickness of his cock inside of you.

"baby." he mutters unsurely, his fingers pressing into your skin.

"you got your answer, please keep fucking me. it feels so good." your head drops to the cushion as you grope your breasts. your nipples have never been this sensitive before. you want his mouth on them again. you tweak the buds as the gears turn in katsuki's head.

"you were a virgin." he breathes, you roll your hips. why won't he fuck you?

"fuck me, suki. harder." you whine and you jolt when he covers you. when your legs are pressed tight to your chest and his hand grips your throat. he presses down on the sides and when he really does fuck you, his thrusts are brutal and deep. he puts all of his weight into it as he fucks your pussy.

"does it feel that good, you want me pounding my cock into your freshly opened pussy?" you mewl, nails finding purchase in his back as you leave scratches down the ripples of muscle.

"you let me stretch out and pull apart your virgin cunt. you're bleeding all over my cock. that means you're mine." you nod, you bob your head with no hesitation.

"m'yours, yours." you babble as his cock is thrust into your walls. brushing your cervix and making you see stars. he slams so hard into you that there are wet smacking noises between your sexes. there are hard lashes of skin on skin.

his fingers hold your throat, you are so little under him he feels like he will crush it if he is not careful. your thighs tremble and your body jerks.

he is so heavy and he is so big and the way he feels sends your head into overdrive.

you are a spiralling mess. he huffs in your face, readjusting and you did not think he could go harder but he does.

he does and you shriek.

drool drips down your jaw and your eyes roll. you never thought it would feel that good.

you never really considered that a cock would warm you from the inside out.

katsuki's tongue laves over your tears and the whimper you let out drives him insane.

he is past the point of return.

every vein, ridge and bump on his cock is stroked by you. your cunt tries so hard to clamp down and keep him in until you have memorised them all, until you have taken his shape.

"why'd you keep this from me? all these years we could've been." he groans at the thought "we could've been fucking, i could've had you and this pussy from the start."

your legs tremble, barely perched on either side of his hips. your nails digging further in his skin to find your bearings. katsuki's hands are on you, he is in you. it feels like something out of a dream.

"i didn't keep it from you, i kept it for you." your words are forced out and broken, you can hardly speak with the constant pressure in your body.

"i used to think about you, about what i would do if you ever let me. i used to jerk off to you, all the fucking time." he grits his teeth, strokes growing more forceful, they hit deeper than before. they hit and caress every single spot inside you. "i rubbed my dick raw because i wanted you. why didn't you just tell me, baby? i would've given you it all. i'm giving you it all."

your fingers wrap around his wrist, he is so big. he is so big all over it makes you delirious. you are practically tugging his forearm closer to your chest.

"m'sorry, katsu." your eyes meet and katsuki breathes hard.

you look ditzy, you look downright brainless. he has never seen you like this, spit slicked lips, drooling and crying. getting filled with cock and becoming a fucked out mess.

this is his, this is his because no one else has seen it.

how can katsuki stay mad at you? how can he punish you for the past when you are giving him this?

he throbs inside you, he cannot seem to stop fucking you, he wants to do it forever. he wants to be wrapped up in the oasis between your pretty plush thighs forever.

you reach for his jaw, trembling fingers gracing the sharp perimeter. you want him close. you wonder how much closer you can get him than buried inside your cunt, than him prodding your cervix. than him nestled in your heart for years. you want him closer than that. he draws nearer, his nose nuzzling yours before soft pink lips meet yours.

"you're too good for me." you whine, his brows tilt up and he looks so pained. "but i can't handle seeing you with someone else." you shake your head.

oh never never never.

you have never wanted someone else.

you never will.

no one could ever compare to katsuki.

"i'm yours, only yours." you cry.

"yeah? you're mine, you'll always be mine and i'm yours." there is not an ounce of air in your body because he took it all. the shift of his hips is slow, it is slow and intentional.

he is yours. katsuki is yours. just as he is meant to be.

"promise?" you sound like the most precious thing ever.

you are. that is what you are.

"i swear, baby." your legs are jelly, they have lost all feeling. they shaking every time his thighs hit the back of yours. you cannot even stop them from spasming every once in a while. katsuki fucks hard, he gets deep and messes up everything.

he gets so deep your head is empty but so full. so full of him and the feeling. you feel everything ten times more.

your back arches "katsu, please." he hums, his hand rubs your little throat before he squeezes again. your jaw hangs. he is nasty. so nasty.

"what do you want?" his voice is baritone and love. his voice is what you want to hear the second you wake up and the minute before you fall asleep.

"you, just want you." you should not have said that, that seems to send katsuki far beyond a point he was trying so hard to avoid. the way he slams into you now is brutal, you feel the way your cunt clenches when he pulls out and the way he stretches you open all over again.

the bulge in your stomach is constantly reappearing. liquid drips from your slit down your ass and his balls. it splatters from your nasty union to the couch, to your skin and his. it froths up around his base until the blonde of his pubic hair is soaked. you bind him so tight in slick gummy walls, he does not think he will ever get this out of his head.

no he will remember this when he is at school, when he is supposed to be listening to lectures he will be hearing your messy cunt instead. he will hear the sopping noises your cunt makes when she is getting pounded.

when he is working out he will want you under him. katsuki will not be able to keep his hands off you after this.

he curses, fingers biting into your skin, he is over you completely. his forehead presses down on yours. he is gripping you so hard you swear it will bruise.

his finger marks will be on your skin and every one will know katsuki fucked you.

"ease up before i cum in you." katsuki's abs tense, they tighten up so much they hurt.

you puff into his face "you don't you want to?" cause you want him to. you want his seed spilled deep inside of you. you want your cunt creamed by him. you squeeze him so suddenly katsuki grunts.

"of course i fucking want to." his eyes narrow, sweat drips down his hairline. you did not realise how much he was sweating until his sticky skin glistens.

"i want to cum so deep in your pussy you'll never forget it. i want to fill you up and make you keep it in." his hips stutter and his movements grow sloppy. he is so close.

"then do it katsu, i need it. i need your cum." he whimpers. you have certainly never heard him like that before.

"you need it?" his voice is soft and the second you nod he sees white. his arms wrap around your waist to press you flush to him. his head drops to your chest and your hands stroke his hair as he pumps his hips.

deliberately and forceful.

you feel the weight of it more so. he groans into your chest, eyes tightly shut before his pelvis meets yours with no space between. where he is buried to the hilt.

his muscles spasm and your eyes roll when you feel his cock throb and vapid spurts are shot into you.

you feel like he paints your insides and it is so hot you are shaking. you can see the way his back ripples as he cums, the way he breathes heavy and feel his arms bulge as he holds you close.

you can make out reddened ears and blushing cheeks. your fingers thread through his hair, leaning into to press your nose to the crown of his head where blonde tuffs stick into the air.

his hips shallowly rock, pumping your pussy full of his seed and you tense as it leaks past the perimeter of his cock down your slit.

he shakily breathes before he wetly kisses up your sternum. you think all the air leaves your lungs when he kisses your lips.

"i love you."

you flinch when you hear it. there is absolutely no way he said that.

"you're just saying that cause you fucked me" you avoid him or you try to. it is hard to avoid a man that has his cock inside of you.

"no. i love you, i love you more than you know. and i'm sorry i fucked up. i'm sorry i took so long to say it." he tries to pacify you but you are stubborn.

you think you just might cry.

"can you take it out?" katsuki's face contorts but you have no clue what his expression means. he slowly straightens up, his hands cupping beneath your knees.

when he pulls out, his cum leaks from you. you wince from the feeling but katsuki loves the sight. he thinks filling you with his cum is the greatest thing he has ever done.

he regrets not doing it sooner.

you reach for his shirt once he is off of you. you tug the material over your body, you cannot help but lift it to your nose and inhale his scent. katsuki should have been yours. he was always meant to be yours so why did he find you so late when you were there all along?

katsuki smells like all the years and memories you shared with him. katsuki smells like love and comfort.

he notices you nuzzling his shirt and he swears there is nothing as precious as you. he pulls his shorts up.

you stand slowly, gritting your teeth. "it's dripping." katsuki needs you to be quiet before he gets hard again.

he needs you to be quiet before he makes you spread your legs so he can get his mouth on your cunt again. so he can drink all the cum he filled your pussy with and stuff you full with more.

he reaches for your hand, softly stroking it with his thumb. "c'mon."

"where?" you remain still despite him trying to pull you along with him.

"to my room."

katsuki feels his heart drop when you yank your hand away.

"your stupid girlfriend is up there." you roll of your eyes. katsuki was just inside you, he came inside you. all the remnants are leaking down your thighs and you are acting like that?

his brows knit in frustration and although you like to act as though katsuki can never move you, truth is, he can. he grips your wrist and pulls you up the stairs with no issue.

even as you protest. you try to argue as quietly as possible because the last thing you want is to alert everyone in the house.

"katsuki, are you crazy?" he shoves open the door and once you are inside he locks it.

"katsuki?" he stares at you incredulously, "what happened to katsu? what happened between then and now for you to act like this?"

and you are crying, you look so miserable. he thinks you look too cute for your own good but he wants to curb your tears instantly.

"she's still your girlfriend." you brokenly say.

"i broke up with her. i wouldn't do that to you, i wouldn't sleep with you while i was with someone else. we had sex because i'm yours okay? i always have been."

katsuki aches to pull you close, to wipe your tears.

"she's leaving in the morning. it's just you and me. it should've been like that from the start." he cannot take it anymore, he pulls you into his chest. you who fits into him so perfectly, you were made for him and him for you. he sees that now.

"i know i don't deserve it, i don't deserve you but can you say i love you?"

you brokenly sob, "i love you, i love you. i love you, katsu. love you so much." you cry like those words were waiting for an opportunity to escape. to finally be in the world.

katsuki is yours, just like you wanted.

can you tell i love him sm sm

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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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Remember when Kacchan complained about Izuku obviously skulking around with All Might and how they need to be less conspicuous about their connection with each other? When you think about it, no one cared that much what the heck Izuku was up to… except for Kacchan himself. And in hindsight, that interaction is just so freaking cute. Just because this guy is always hyper aware of Izuku and the people surrounding him and absolutely concerned with his business, he thinks others will be too.

Take Season 2 for example at the sport festival… How did he even come to eavesdrop on Todoroki in the first place? By following and being invested in what Izuku was doing with him because Kacchan got so jealous about Todoroki declaring war on his shitnerd 😩 he couldn’t stand the idea of them going off alone somewhere together.

Stop the cap. You were there because you followed Izuku, Katsuki.

Kacchan’s always overly concerned about Izuku and on top of that, he was jealous of Shouto taking his rival nerd from him. So when he got curious seeing them go off somewhere alone, he followed them and eavesdropped.

And another time he eavesdropped on Izuku in Heroes Rising.

He’s so focused on whatever Izuku’s doing or saying, he tunnel visions like hell. Here he forgot about his icey and it melted off the stick.

Not only does he always give Izuku his undivided attention, he definitely wants it returned.

Izuku’s always looked at his back, right? Whether that was walking behind him in the woods, or being seated behind him in class... I think at some point Katsuki came to crave his gaze on him and secretly loved his praise too and that feeling was exposed in the joint training arc with his “Keep your eyes on me, Deku” 😂

Oh Katsuki don’t lie ❤️

You knew he’d be watching you like this with his big and shiny doe eyes didn’t you ;)

Turns out you’re allowed to be obsessed with Kacchan, Izuku. He was just being a hypocritical tsundere whenever he said stuff like this:

Remember when there were a bunch of Kacchan apologists that victim blamed Izuku for sticking around when he was told to leave him alone? What if I told you Katsuki never truly wanted Izuku to leave? Because if he did leave, then who would Kacchan stalk? 😂

Honestly!!! Kacchan’s Izuku complex and how he projected it onto him like Deku is the only one who’s obsessed, is one of my biggest sources of amusement with this ship. Heh. 🤭 They are true equal partners in a lot of ways…

Between all the “Did I do better than Deku?”,

the eavesdropping

and every single time Katsuki targeted him, if you’re able to describe all of this as nothing other than PURE UNADULTERATED OBSESSION...?

DING DING DING. You’re damn right it is!

Then you flip the hate around because it turns out he was wrong to hate that person in the first place after all, and what does Katsuki’s obsession start to look like? Maybe a little something like this.

They’re obsessed with each other and always have been and this is perfectly fine. It used to be very antagonistic attention on Katsuki’s end but his attention has since become all soft and gentle because now..? Now he’s just in love. ❤️ And that’s the tea~ ☕️

#Kacchan calling Deku stalker is literal pot meet kettle #kacchans obsession is so obvious 😩#he's adorable #like in hindsight of everything he ever said lmfaooo #bakudeku #also...#bkdk canon #op #bnha meta #Kacchan loves deku #kacchan was the one interested in izuku deep in his heart from the start lmfao #though izuku never denied himself the self satisfaction of his admiration of kacchan #kacchan slowly coming to terms with being JUST AS OBSESSED with izuku is such a blessing #I excavated this post from deep within the drafts xD #its always bothered me when people downplayed the fact THEY ARE BOTH OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER and that is OKAY #bc it is okay #its okay if its kacchan <3 #thank you guys for supporting Kacchan’s obsession along with me #1k #everyone knows he’s such a huge simp… I love that for him #must read meta

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phantasmiac · 1 year

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best friends brother!touya who has had his eye on you longer than you realize

cw/tw: reader is in college, reader is 18 and touya is 19, one mention of touya smoking, fluffy fluffy fluffy

wc: 2.3k

a/n: this is part two of my bfb!touya au. part one can be found here.

if there was one thing that had always prevented your crush on touya from being a total cliche, it was the fact that you had a good relationship. you were never reduced to being just his baby sister's equally babyish friend, there to ignore or treat like a nuisance. whether he really knew it or not, touya was your friend, too; and you were his.

it’d be inaccurate, however, to describe your current predicament as a “friends” quarrel. it might even be inaccurate to call something so one-sided a quarrel at all. all you know for sure is that touya’s been giving you the silent treatment for far too long, and you’re going to do something about it.

after weeks of avoiding you and his own house, he’s forced to reappear for shouto’s birthday (although you think rei repeatedly asking him if fuyumi is now her oldest child during their daily phone calls should also be credited). it’s meant to be a small celebration between the family that they all insist you’re a part of. shouto has plans to spend the rest of the evening with his new school friends.

“you still friends with the little shit that looks like he bites, shou?” touya asks while rummaging through the kitchen drawer for candles, unbothered by rei’s soft swat on the back of his head and hissing of his name. it’s the second one he’s received from her since he’s arrived, the first having been provoked by a new tattoo taking up a large portion of the side of his neck (needless to say, it made you feel a bit delusional for thinking you were entirely to blame for his lack of visits).

despite his crappy description, shouto understands enough to mumble an “mhm”.

“what about the one with the freckles? he’s a good kid. i’d keep him around if i were you.”

“thank god we have such an upstanding citizen for a brother,” natsuo teases, large enough to ruffle his big brothers white head of hair while he’s still sat. “share some more of your wis— get off of me!”

touya’s interest has shifted to putting natsuo in a headlock, wrestling him to the ground in a competition he’s bound to lose, if their past scuffles have anything to say about it. the box falls from his hold, spilling dozens of multicolored candles all over the kitchen floor. the sounds of the sticks crunching and breaking under shoes puts a halt to their little match.

touya pulls away, unaware that you’re already crouched under the table trying to recover the salvageable candles yourself. it’s his hand landing on top of your smaller ones that alerts him, eyes shooting up to meet yours like a deer caught in headlights. the constrictions of the tight space causes you to nearly knock face first into one another. despite the proximity, you’re suddenly reminded that you’re not nearly as close as you were weeks ago, when your tongues were down each others throats.

it takes all your willpower not to squeal from embarrassment as you squirm your way out from underneath the table, body running dangerously hot. it’s ironic, you think, that you’re the first to back away after begging for a chance to be near him again all this time; but more so the fact that touya is the one left with a sad, longing expression on his face when he stands.

light snow is falling by the time shouto’s celebration comes to an end, accompanied by bitter cold weather. kind of depressing, but touya figures that’s just how his oddball little brother would like it. it’s only four thirty in the afternoon, but the lamps lined along the pathway in front of the todoroki household are already on. his black down jacket is zipped all the way to his nose, hood struggling against the unruliness of his hair. the crunching of the snow underneath his boots brings him a nice calm — ruined by the sound of your warm voice.

normally, your shouts of his name were more than welcome. but given the circumstances, he can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom. he turns on his heel to see you running down the yard without a care in the world, and fights the urge to yell at you to be careful (though the thought of you slipping and landing on your butt is kind of endearing too). by the time you reach him, you’re out of breath. it comes as no surprise to the creep who’d spectated you in the past during your high school sports festivals.

“touya,” you pant, hand on his shoulder. “walk me home, will you?”

you’re cruel. it’s a request he can’t say no to; you might as well have put a gun to his head. there’s a sadistic, pleased little grin on your face as you start waddling alongside him. touya figures it shouldn’t be too difficult taking you home without sparing a word; you only live about ten minutes away. what’s ten more minutes after weeks of keeping this up?

he fails to take into account that having you this close strips him of all immunity to your charm, especially when you look this adorable. you look well prepared for an expedition to the antarctic, in your oversized puffer jacket, winter mittens, gloves and scarf. all the bundles practically swallow you whole, only leaving your cute little face exposed.

there’s students roaming the streets, probably heading home from their after school clubs. you’re people watching; touya knows you’ve always had a knack for that. he quickly averts the side gaze he’s had on you when he notices your head turning up towards him.

“did you ever realize how popular you were in high school?” there’s a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

you receive a shrug in response. “not really.”

“everyone in my year was in love with you,” you chuckle into your scarf.

touya’s eyebrow quirks up. everyone? even you? he wills himself not to say. your new boyfriend probably wouldn’t like that.

but your power over him must have upgraded to telepathy, because you proceed to answer his question. “even i was a victim to the touya disease, you know.”

“oh yeah?” even if he can’t steady his heart rate, he’ll maintain his cool.

“oh yeah. i think everyone would agree it was hard crushing on someone who didn’t even know they existed.”

touya digs his face deeper into his jacket, hands curled tighter in his pockets.

“right.”

touya’s ears pick up on your voice before he actually sees you for the first time. just standing in the school library is enough to send shivers down his edgy spine, but he’s willing to make the sacrifice to wait around for his buddy, who’s been forced into tutoring sessions. he’s made himself busy scanning through the aisles for books that pique his interest, a safe distance from the tables where you and his friend had agreed to meet up.

“hey, that’s alright! even i struggled learning this at first. you’ll get the hang of it in no time. i believe in you.”

touya snorts. he can imagine his friend currently trying to dig his fingers into his eyeballs. but even funnier is the sweet voice you're using and your gentle words of encouragement. most people fearfully trip over their own feet and fumble their words at the mere sight of his group of friends: yet you’re treating the scariest looking one of the group like a grade schooler learning his times tables.

touya had promised to make himself invisible while waiting around; his friend was already humiliated by just the prospect of needing tutoring. but his curiosity always came out victorious, and he’s soon peeking from behind the shelves just to catch a tiny glimpse of you.

your pretty face matches your voice.

the next time touya catches a glimpse of you, your back is turned to him. he’s performing his regular routine of sneaking out of his p.e. class in order to head to the bathroom for a smoke. you’re walking down the halls with your headphones in, completely oblivious to the presence behind you, and through the silence he can faintly hear the instrumental of whatever it is you’re listening to. he knows it’s a shitty thing to make judgements about someone he’s never even had a conversation with, but he can’t help but think whatever’s playing in your headphones is far different from what he’d expect someone as soft as you to listen to. he’s able to make out the sounds of heavy drums and electric guitar riffs. it’s as if you lived to surprise him, he thinks, when you start whispering the lyrics to the song; one that’s been on nearly all of his playlists.

touya thinks the universe is trying to get him arrested when he finds himself coincidentally trailing behind you on the way home a week later. he also thinks you should have more concern for your safety, seeing as you could’ve had a full fledged stalker at this point and had no idea. five minutes into your journey home, he watches as you come to a stop under a lamp post, and reach into your backpack. maybe you’re finally taking out pepper spray, or a pocket knife, touya guesses (and secretly hopes). instead, you pull out a can of food, kneeling down and placing it in front of a nearby bush. there’s a rustling and the sound of a meow before a stray ball of fluff comes running out, circling and rubbing his head against you in familiarity before indulging in your offering. as he watches you coo and gently scratch around the cats ears, touya comes to a conclusion: he has a fat crush on you.

for the next year, touya’s attempts at doing anything about his crush on you don’t surpass staring at you from afar for no more than three seconds at a time; and that was just fine for him. leave it to his little siblings to screw it all up. granted, the last of his siblings he would have expected to act as the agent of chaos was fuyumi. the day he came home to find you sitting at his kitchen table and giggling with his little sister, touya knew he was well beyond fucked.

there’s a tug on the sleeve of your jacket that forces you to stop in your tracks. the snow that’s now been disguised by the complete darkness of the evening is reilluminated by the light radiating from the lamp post above you.

“i’ll cut the bullshit. i like you. a lot,” touya declares, blinking away the snowflakes that make his eyelashes look impossibly prettier. “hearing that you had a boyfriend fucking sucked, and i had this petty, stupid idea to bring some girl over. i don’t know what exactly i was trying to accomplish.”

you’d had a whole speech planned and written in your heart for the boy looking down at you; you figure you should also correct his faulty assumption, but his confession leaves you tongue tied.

“but then you had this sad look on your face the whole time and that’s all i could think about for the next day. kissing you was a dick move, i know but….” he sighs, looking up at the night sky as if it might throw him a bone. “but you kissed me back. and i don’t want to be like… your side bitch, or something.”

you’re able to read genuine hurt in touya’s eyes, but his claim and it’s wording throws you into a fit of giggles. even as you’re laughing at his misery, touya can’t help but have goo-goo eyes for you.

“i’m serious! i went back to my room with a sad boner, you know! and it’s honestly blasphemous for you of all people to two time your poor boyfriend. i thought you were supposed to be a saint!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. it’s just— you’re so stupid,” you wheeze.

it’s difficult for touya to take the fact that you just called him stupid to heart as you unsuccessfully attempt to wipe your tears away with your mittens on; so he does it for you. you give a soft smile of gratitude in return, a glint in your eyes. you take off your gloves so that you’re able to pull down the zipper covering his face. and despite his declaration that he didn’t want to be your “side bitch”, touya doesn’t stop you when you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his torso to plant a soft kiss on his lips; nor does he complain when it lands on his cupids bow instead. the softness of it all only makes him blush even harder, an effect he hopes is you’ll blame on the cold weather.

you don’t.

your chin is propped on his chest as you look up at him with a goofy smile. “i’m not dating that guy. i was peer pressured by fuyumi into going on one date, but nothing came out of it. you’d know that if you hadn’t stormed out of the room like a big baby. i kissed you back because i have feelings for you, dummy.”

with wide eyes, touya lets out a breathy laugh, before pulling his hands out of his pockets to grab your face and crash his lips into yours, hard and needy. you’re lips are locked for what feels like far too little a time before he pulls away.

“if i were you i probably wouldn’t want to date such an idiot after all this but…. will you? date me?”

“i’d love nothing more than to date this idiot.”

touya’s going to have to tell you later how you got together in the same spot he fell for you; but his first order of business is to take you back to his place and make up for lost time.

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arlertaddict · 9 months

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Boys who...

Boys who you tie up, use multiple sex toys on, and are overstimulated until they're crying and begging.

🔞 NSFW 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞 AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 18+ 🔞 SMUT 🔞 ADULT CONTENT 🔞

Warnings: nsfw, gender neutral reader, dom reader, multifandom, multicharacter, sub characters, bondage, anal play & fingering, sex toys, prostate massager, wand vibrator, crying, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fucked dumb, precum, slight spit/drool, they cum in your mouth, this could possibly be considered dubcon.

Boys who let you tie them tight to te bed frame, not worried in the slightest because they're sure you'll be nice.

Boys who are just a little hesitant when you lube up a finger and circle it around the rim of his hole because he's still getting used to the sensation, but are quickly squirming and crying for you to please just put it in already.

Boys who try to stay quiet but can't help but whimper and whine as your fingers continually prob and rub at his prostate as you thrust them in and out.

Boys who were oh so confident at first and are now pathetically and uncontrollably bucking and swivelling their hips into nothing.

Boys who thought having something stuffed into his hole wouldn't affect him too much, but are proven wrong when you push a prostate massager into him and he feels a pleasure like an electric currently buzz through his body.

Boys who have never used toys before realising what they were missing out on.

Boys whose cocks leak a steady drool of precum onto their bellies when you graze a wand style vibrator over his balls and down his taint.

Boys who can't help but unsuccessfully try to thrash around when you turn on another wand vibrator, this time, one that has an attached sleeve to go around his pretty cock that you use to jerk him off to add to the sensation of the vibration, the rumbles of which he can feel in his tummy like butterflies.

Boys who are close to cumming within only a few minutes of having three toys used on him at the same time, but who can blame him?

Boys who are close but not quite at the edge yet suddenly thrown off it when you lean down to lick and suckle at the wet tip of his cock.

Boys who can't fathom the fact that even with his cum on your tongue and dripping down your chin, you haven't moved to turn a single toy off.

Boys who whine that it's too much and beg you to please turn it off, it hurts even if his cock is still hard, the tip still flushed red, his balls somehow still full.

Boys who have tears running down their face and drool dripping down their chin when they cum for the second time in a row.

Boys who cry out in both pleasure and pain when you still don't let up and only move to lightly pinch his nipples as you leave the toys to continue bzzz bzzz bzzz-ing.

Boys who lose all control of their bodies as they clench their jaw, their thighs tremble, legs thrash, hips jump, and hands clench around nothing, knuckles white at the headboard he's still tied to.

Boys who are so overstimulated that their begging cries of please, please, please! are unintelligible gibberish to your ears.

Boys who have become so dumb that they have no choice but to submit to your every whim and want, now simply your plaything to do with what you wish.

Boys who, despite the crying and begging for that to be the end, wouldn't choose to stop you if given the option anyway.

Boys.

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My Hero Academia: Hawks, Shouto, Denki, Shigiraki, Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Aizawa, Shinsou.

Attack on Titan: Eren, Reiner, Jean, Armin.

Blue Lock: Chigiri, Bachira, Nagi, Reo.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Yuuji, Yuuta.

Your Turn to Die: Joe, Alice, Kai.

Tokyo Revengers: Sanzu, Baji, Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Inui, Rindou, Kokonoi.

Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi.

Tokyo Ghoul: Hide, Haise, Juuzo, Naki.

Chainsaw Man: Denji.

Death Note: Matt, Mello, L.

Buddy Daddies: Rei, Kazuki.

Black Clover: Yuno, Magna, Finral, Klaus.

Fruits Basket: Haru, Yuki, Kyo, Shigure.

Danganronpa: Hajime, Nagito, Kazuichi, Gundham, Leon, Mondo, Taka, Fuyuhiko.

Sk8 the Infinity: Reki, Joe, Cherry.

Demon Slayer: Inosuke, Obanai, Douma.

Or your fave!

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andypantsx3 · 2 years

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fingerprints | 1 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 3.8k of est. 20k words | 1 of 7 chapters

summary: When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.

tags/warnings: romance, soulmate au, fluff, pining, not actually unrequited love, aged up characters, eventual smut

Basically everything could be blamed on one very orange, very demanding, very spoiled kitten.

She hadn’t been named yet, given that she’d been surrendered to the shelter when she was only a few weeks old, so you couldn’t name names exactly how you wanted to. But the point of fact was that you were only in place to meet your soulmate because she had gotten into a pile of the remaining puppy pads, and had shredded the entirety.

If she had been well-behaved, or if your coworker had been a little less of a sucker for her big brown eyes, or if anyone had had the same understanding you did that Little Miss Orange was absolutely not to be trusted—none of it would have happened. And you might have never met your soulmate, or have ever experienced the landslide of events that followed directly thereafter—neither the good, the bad, or the very unexpected.

But the orange kitten had gotten into the puppy pads, only ten minutes before you’d gotten on shift, and Mari was already flagging you down from behind the front desk as you made it into the shelter that morning, waving you over frantically.

“Please, I need you to run back out and get more puppy pads—the little orange girl got into the supply,” Mari said breathlessly, the criminal in question perched directly on her shoulder, looking deeply unrepentant and actually very pleased with herself.

You had no doubt that Mari had purposefully let the kitten into the supply room with her for some company–-completely whipped after only two days of sheltering her, though anyone who had experienced the kitten for more than five minutes could have predicted her criminal intent.

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” you said, only because it was literally sleeting outside, the closest pet supply was at least a twenty minute walk away, and your gloves had finally given up the ghost this morning, after almost three generations of wear and tear.

“Unless you want us to be cleaning poop directly off the floor for the next day or two, then yeah, I’m serious,” Mari said, sounding almost as unrepentant as the kitten looked.

You huffed. You so did not want to be cleaning up poop this afternoon, either, so it was really a question of suffer now or suffer later. And considering the size of some of the dogs you’d been sheltering as of late, you really did not want to suffer later.

“Oh hell—okay yes, I am going,” you finally allowed, turning almost straight back around.

You were not about to play games here. After several years working at an animal shelter, you were fairly well-versed in the requirements of all the animals, all of the things you might need to keep things clean, fun, and as low stress as possible. This week, you had several big dogs in the process of being adopted out, one very sweet and very shy bunny, a pair of tiny, shivery chihuahuas with the most deafening vocal range you had ever experienced, and a litter of orange and cream-spotted kittens, of whom Little Miss Orange was indisputably the princess.

The princess of puppy pad destruction.

You stepped back out of the shelter and into the torrent of sleet that painted the cityscape a violent, churning white. Even when only a few feet ahead of you, your fellow pedestrians were little more than silhouettes, hunched and nearly colorless through the snow. The sidewalk was a dangerous pool of greying snowmelt that slid out from under you as you stepped onto it, and the buildings around you all but vanished into the sleet barely ten feet above your head.

By the time you made it closer to downtown, your scarf hung heavy with the weight of built up sleet, your fingers were numb, and your cheeks and ears ached with the cold. You shivered in your jacket, which had appeared much cozier on the sale rack than it was when tested against the elements.

The pet supply was wedged in between an upscale grocery, which boasted a riot of brightly colored flowers in the window despite the season, and a stately-looking bank, through whose windows you could see two bored tellers almost asleep at their counters. You grabbed the door handle with frozen fingers, and hurried into the warm interior of the pet store, shuddering violently.

The store was familiar—a biweekly checkpoint for you, as part of your job at the shelter—and it always smelled exactly like the shelter—grainy kibble, fresh hay, and recently applied floor cleaner. You always liked it here, especially when people brought their own pets in, and what might have been a five minute endeavor often turned into fifteen minutes of pets and coos and enthusiastic kisses. There was only one other patron in there with you this time, aside from the college student cashier slumped over a pile of homework.

You made your way to the back, gathering up as many packs of puppy pads as you could feasibly hold, and took your time meandering over to the checkout, soaking in the warmth of the shop.

And then, just as you finished checking out, credit card just tucked back into your bag—it happened.

A violent slam rocked the building, causing the floor under your feet to shudder angrily, like a juddering wave. You stumbled, banging an elbow on the counter, and the cashier tripped over onto the register, saving herself with a hand on the buttons.

“What the hell—?” you demanded reflexively, peering around. You rubbed your stinging elbow.

“I know! What—what do you think that was?” the cashier asked nervously, straightening herself.

The store was quiet for a moment—normal, as you looked around—before another brutal blow shook the building, sending you staggering back into the counter. The other customer quickly came scurrying out from between the shelves as they lurched frighteningly.

“Ooookay this is terrifying,” you said. “Do you think we need to get outside in case the building comes down?”

The women nodded, and that was really all the agreement you needed to get the hell out of there.

Except, as you dashed for the door, another violent shudder wracked the building, sending all three of you stumbling into one another.

And then, just as you righted yourselves, the wall to the bank next door exploded.

One second you were reaching out for balance against the other two women—and the next you were on your back, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling. Something sharp dug into your thigh above your knee, hard and unyielding, and there was a strange weight against your shoulder, pinning it to the floor. Something moved next to you, soft, and you glanced down to find one leg of a pair of blue jeans, kicking out from under a pile of grey cement—the other woman who’d come running out from the shelves.

“Holy shit—” you coughed, something strange and grainy coating the back of your throat. You choked, wheezing out, “Are you okay?”

“I—I think so,” a voice floated back to you from the other side of the cement pile, and the leg shifted again, pressing against your hip.

“Can you breathe?” you asked.

“I—yes. Yes,” the woman answered back.

You nodded, though she couldn’t see you, trying to sit up. Only, the thing above you kept you anchored against the floor, unmoving. You glanced down to find your own chunk of cement arching up over your body, two protruding pieces pressing against your shoulder and thigh. Your heartbeat kicked up, spiking straight into your throat.

Oh fuck.

Oh big fuck.

You swore, going still under the cement, not wanting to disturb it any lest it fall directly onto your chest instead. You realized your shoulder and thigh hurt where the chunk was digging into them, a bright haze of pain that you couldn’t believe you hadn’t felt at first.

You hoped to god nothing was broken.

In the muddle of your own confusion, you could hear sounds pouring over the rise of the cement, voices shouting, and the wet slap of feet in the sleet outside. There was another boom, and the ground shook underneath you, and then there were several loud crackles that pinged off the rock around you, magnifying the sound.

In the distance, you heard a siren start up. More people began yelling, their tones horrified, voices strained with panic.

And then, something strangely familiar, though you couldn’t quite place it—-a crackling, crystalline sound, ringing out clearly. The ground shook again, several loud slams echoing in the hollowed out space of the pet supply.

It was then that you remembered the cashier girl, too, and your head whipped around, searching for evidence of her. Over the crackling sounds, and the sudden shriek of voices outside, you managed to yell. “Hello—cashier girl? Cashier girl, are you okay?”

If there was any answer, it was drowned out by a sudden burst of heat, a roar of flame, and the concrete lit up bright orange, momentarily blinding you. The shrieks got louder.

There was a sudden ruckus of sounds you couldn’t place—all loud, violent, completely jarring. You lay still, frozen, as over the course of minutes the sounds grew louder, as the ground continued to shudder and shake around you.

And then finally, almost as quickly as it all began—things went quiet.

You could hear your own breaths—rapid, panicked, rasping—as you yelled out, “Hello? Is anyone there? People are trapped in here!”

It was only a few moments before you heard the rapid crunch of boots on the gritty floor, and then a familiar head of red and white hair peered around the cement block pinning you down. Your heart fluttered in recognition—a weird little thrill of relief and interest.

Pro hero Shouto.

The hero's hair was mussed from combat, color high in his cheeks, and there was a tear along his high collar and down one arm of his suit. Your eyes dragged down his face greedily, and it felt quite suddenly like the concrete block had tipped over and crushed all the air from your chest.

In person, Todoroki Shouto was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

It had been one thing to see him on news broadcasts—all tall, lean, and strong, with a face biologically engineered to strike a woman dumb. But it was another to see him in person, to see the sharp perfection of this man up close. To witness the perfect symmetry of his face, the flex of a hard bicep under his suit, the way his temperature jacket strained over those broad shoulders. To be subjected to the hot intensity of his gaze as he quickly made his way over to you, that pert mouth forming a question.

“Is anything broken?” he asked, in a low, soft tone you recognized from a thousand TV broadcasts.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so—but there’s another woman on the other side of me, also pinned down, who might be in worse condition. And there was a cashier girl in the store with us who I can’t find now.”

Todoroki nodded. He waved a hand, and a slow cascade of ice poured from it, creeping up around your body, pressing up along the concrete block. Slowly, carefully, it shifted it off of you, and your shoulder and leg began to throb in earnest, somehow hurting more now that the weight was off of you.

Todoroki quickly stepped around you, sending another wave of ice curling up along the other woman’s side, slowly shifting the concrete off of her too. You watched him quickly make his way deeper into the store, a couple of meters, halting when he found something. Another wave of ice told you he’d located the cashier girl.

You slowly clambered up on your knees, watching as Todoroki crouched, pulling the cashier girl up into his arms. Your gut churned, watching her hang there limply, hoping she was okay.

“I’m going to get her to the EMTs,” Todoroki said, quickly making his way back through the rubble. “Do not move, I will return quickly.”

As he spoke, spikes of ice formed at his boots, swelling up into several enormous walls, pressing up against the remainder of the ceiling, propping it in place.

“Got it,” you said, though you guessed he meant the other woman more than you. Your whole entire body hurt, now, probably covered in a million tiny scrapes, but your shoulder and leg were clearly not broken—just massively cut up.

The EMTs must have been waiting just outside because Todoroki was back in under a minute, stooping over the other woman. You watched his handsome face shift in concentration, watched him press gentle fingers along the worst of her injuries, asking her questions in his low tone.

His voice was almost hypnotizing, so low and calm, and you almost forgot you were rocked up in a recently-collapsed nightmare hellscape.

He must have assessed the woman’s injuries as non-severe, as he helped her to her feet, pulling an arm over her shoulder and walking her over to you. Her steps were ginger but effective. Todoroki propped her up against the concrete, and then squatted down next to you.

Your heartbeat kicked into your throat and you concentrated on breathing normally as he leaned over you. Those heterochromatic eyes flickered over you, checking you for injury, rapidly calculating where and how you’d been injured. “Your shoulder and leg—can you move them?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulder and wiggled your leg compliantly. “I’m fine. I think I’m just bruised, probably—it doesn’t feel like anything is broken.”

Todoroki nodded. “I’m going to help you stand, then. Tell me if anything hurts.”

You murmured your assent, heart shooting all the way into your mouth as Todoroki got an arm under your shoulder, the other under your leg. You probably wouldn’t have noticed any change in sensation even if it had occurred, as suddenly, all your nerve endings were concentrated directly under his hands, shivering in the warmth and the careful strength of his touch.

You tried to force your attention back to your extremities, evaluating whether anything hurt more as you stood.

They really should have made the pros uglier, just for public safety.

Once he’d gotten you to your feet, Todoroki helped you test your step, eyes hot on you as you winced involuntarily at the sore shift of your leg muscles. He stooped and pulled your arm over his shoulder, and then moved to get the other woman’s arm over his other shoulder, keeping a firm hold on you both.

It was mostly under Todoroki’s strength that you made it out into the still-whipping sleet, air cold in your lungs. Despite the weather, a crowd had gathered, scores of onlookers knotted along the sidewalk, several medical transports pulled up alongside the building. Next to them, EMTs were checking over a few injured people who must have been from the bank building. Police sirens flashed, lighting up the sheets of sleet a blinding red, and a couple of officers were struggling to cordon off the block, with the crush of interested onlookers.

Several news vans had also arrived, and you could hear a few breathless reporters detailing the scene.

Todoroki helped you over to two waiting EMTs, first depositing the other woman into their arms. You made to pull back from him as well, heartbeat going haywire from all the time you had spent pressed along his strong, hard body.

And then it happened.

The thing that set everything into motion. The thing that would have never even been possible, if it wasn’t for one tiny, spoiled kitten, who’d sent you out into the snow in the first place. The thing that would set you on an alternate course for the rest of your life.

As you jerked your arm back, you accidentally knocked Todoroki in the cheek, embarrassingly antsy in your attempt to get off of him. You reeled back, stumbling, and Todoroki quickly caught you around the arms, catching you before you slid right into the slush.

“Oh shit—sorry!” You said hastily, reflexively gripping the sleeve of his uniform for balance.

You could feel a paramedic’s hands on your shoulder, helping right you as well.

And then you noticed it, high on Todoroki’s cheekbone. Two fingerprints, dark like ink, standing out starkly against his pale, perfect skin. Two fingerprints that had not been there when he’d helped you over his shoulder and started walking you out onto the street.

Two fingerprints—which looked terribly, horribly like two soulmarks, two impossibilities, right in front of your eyes.

You blinked.

That had to be wrong.

Maybe you had whacked your head and hadn’t realized it. Maybe you had been crushed to death under the concrete and you were wishing desperately for this entire rescue in your final moments. Maybe the stress of the entire thing was getting to you and you were hallucinating the literally impossible as some kind of trauma response.

Because the soulmarks couldn’t be possible.

Not that soulmarks themselves were impossible. But on Todoroki Shouto, right where you thought had just touched him…

Soulmates were common enough. Purportedly everyone had one, whether or not they were lucky enough to meet them in this lifetime. Every person on earth was linked to a soulmate, a destined other, a person you would know by the marks you left behind on them and only them. When your fingers pressed to their skin, you would leave behind fingerprints, that would slowly fade with time. But they would tell you that that person was yours, your one, your soulmate.

For most people, the soulmate relationship that resulted was romantic.

Scientifically speaking, the fingerprint reaction was born of an innate compatibility, a body chemistry that induced a particular physical reaction during skin-on-skin contact between the hand and other parts of the body, and there was no implicit romance tied up in that respect. Not everyone experienced physical attraction, some people were already emotionally tied up in another person by the time they found their soulmate, and a lot of people experienced chemistry in different respects. So there was no guarantee of exactly what it meant to be someone’s soulmate.

But it was largely a romantic connection, for most.

Which is why it was one hundred billion percent impossible that you had left those marks on Todoroki Shouto’s horribly perfect cheekbone.

You had to be hallucinating.

Except, then the paramedic behind you suddenly went still. You could hear several intakes of breath from the people around you, the other woman who’d been in the pet store with you let out a little gasp. They’d seen the fingerprints too.

Todoroki blinked, alarmed, looking around at the people who had suddenly turned to peer at him in interest.

Hot panic rose up in your throat, as someone exclaimed, “A soulmark! Shouto, is that a soulmark?”

Those heterochromatic eyes went wide, and for a moment, they flickered to you. For a moment, all you could see was two points of grey and blue, holding your gaze in mutual shock as you both ran through the unlikely thing that was beginning to unfold between you.

And then there was the slap of feet in wet slush, and one of the nearby reporters was darting over, nose pink from the cold. Her cameraman was only seconds behind her, and then they were pushing into the crowd of EMTs. There was a startled call from one of the policemen, and you could hear the slosh of more feet in the snow, as more people quickly made their way over.

“Is it possible?” The reporter asked breathlessly, microphone to her mouth. “There appear to be two soulmarks on pro hero Shouto’s face!”

It wasn’t possible.

It literally wasn’t possible.

You knew in only a few seconds, once the shock of seeing the marks on Todoroki’s face tempered, that there was only one natural follow up question that everyone would have. Only one possible way for that soulmark to have appeared on Todoroki’s face.

Someone would have had to have put it there.

Recently.

Your panic seized you, coming over you in a white haze.

Your eyes slid between Todoroki, his handsome face perfectly still in his surprise, and the other woman from the pet supply, still slumped in between Todoroki and the EMT he’d handed her down to.

Still within reach, still feasibly someone who had touched him, too.

It could have been her, right?

She might have touched him, before you’d accidentally knocked him in the cheek. She’d been on that side, after all, as he’d helped you two out of the ruined pet supply. It was completely probable that she’d touched him on the face, too, a quick little brush as he helped her off of his shoulder.

It could have been her.

It had to have been her.

You opened your mouth before you could think better of it, and the words tumbled out of you. “It’s her! That woman there! She’s Shouto’s soulmate!” Your hand flung out, finger pointing at the woman in question.

There was one second of quiet, as everyone registered your shout. Todoroki’s eyes narrowed in on yours.

And then there was a sudden crush of people, crowding in around Todoroki and the woman, people exclaiming this way and that, a press of jackets and scarves and surprise and excitement. You were knocked to the side by several eager elbows, a reporter’s microphone flying past your injured shoulder and into Shouto’s face. The click of a thousand phone photos being taken and camera shutters going off underlaid the clamoring voices.

You quickly ducked between two women as they crowded in, sliding out from between Todoroki and the EMT, shoes slipping in the slush. More people crowded in as the police perimeter failed, and people came running to see just who had put a mark on the number four hero, the most eligible bachelor in the entire country.

You ducked and wove between people, your panic driving you as you emerged from the throng. Sleet whipped you in the face, cold and wet and shocking on the sudden heat of your skin. Your leg throbbed, shoulder singing in a reminder of your injury.

You stumbled, just catching yourself before faceplanting in the slush.

You looked back just for a minute, watching Todoroki’s tall silhouette disappearing into the mass of fans and reporters.

And then, picking up speed—-you did the only thing you could think of.

You ran.

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

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class1akids · 10 days

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The constant Shouto put downs wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact it feels like Shouto is being blamed for how Dabi was treated. Shouto can't be a hero because it's unfair on Dabi. Shouto can't get a power up because it's unfair on Dabi. Shouto can't be the only one who has ice and fire because it's unfair on Dabi. Right now it feels like Shouto is the one being punished for Endeavour's mistakes.

I'm not sure if you are talking about the narrative framing or fandom takes. Fandom takes you will never be able to control - there will always be people whose reading of the story triggers you - all you can do is to choose the spaces you interact with and the people you follow.

As for the narrative framing of the story:

The narrative doesn't blame Shouto for Touya's treatment. It puts the blame squarely on Endeavor and to a lesser extent on Rei. Touya's neglect started before Shouto was even born - in fact, his birth was to "discourage Touya". Yes, Shouto was born for all the wrong reasons, and his birth is clearly not a happy event in the family. He was born to break it, but he chooses to piece it together. That's his arc, his choice, his own affirmation of why he exists. Btw, I feel like Touya is not blaming Shouto for how he's treated. He's envious of Shouto and he blames him for throwing away so carelessly all the things Touya would have wanted for himself. There is a difference.

Shouto couldn't be a hero fully until he faced the turmoil inside himself (hence failing the provisional license exam), but he is definitely portrayed as the hero for the final arc (in fact already starting from the Endeavor internship arc and even earlier, like the Stain arc or Kamino - Shouto is usually on the right side of events, for the right reasons). More precisely in the endgame, he's embodying the theme of the hero who is there both for his family and the public.

I'm not sure why Shouto didn't get a power-up during the final arc. Maybe HK is viewing Phosphor as his power-up - even if it's not a quirk awakening but something he developed and worked on himself, it is clearly a power increase. In the PLF War, Shouto couldn't match Touya fire vs fire. Now he can: fire vs (fire-fuelled) ice. But it's also possible that he'll still get a power-up because saving his family was his "long way around" to the "path he's aiming for". There is plenty of foreshadowing that his endgame is to join his friends.

Like I said, I don't really view Touya having both ice and fire as something that takes away anything from Shouto. They could have the exact same power-set (although that doesn't appear to be the case) - the important thing is what you do with the power you have. That's the theme of the Todoroki family. We know what Shouto chose to do with his power, and I hope we will see at least some resolution with Touya too.

I agree that Shouto is suffering from Endeavor's mistakes - that's one of the points of the entire Todoroki family plot: the whole family suffers for Endeavor's sins. And even if he wishes to atone, he cannot fix anything - as those mistakes keep coming back to haunt them. Shouto's choice to pick up the pieces after Endeavor, to put himself in the path of Touya's wrath, to choose to face him is meant to be a pure and heroic choice contrasted with Endeavor once again not being there for his son. The narrative tries to balance these: the near catastrophic consequences of Endeavor's choice and the heroic save that Shouto gets for making the right choice. I personally think that we should still get a scene, where Endeavor fully steps up as a father and takes on the responsibility that comes with it, and for once in his life puts Touya above everything. This would also let Shouto be able to make a choice freely without having to worry about his family. I think that's the logical endpoint of the three arcs: Endeavor's atonement path to be a father, Touya getting the attention his inner child needs to heal, and Shouto's arc of emancipation and being able to decide who he wants to be.

#c1a asks #todoroki shouto #dabi #endeavor #todoroki touya

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ceallachs · 1 year

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Redesigned Fantasy AU Akira 🍁👑

→ Akira 🍁 BakuTodo Love Child

He is a bit different from the usual Akira I draw in MHA timeline; you can read more about him below!

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Some Trivia:

The Crown Prince and son of the current rulers, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto.

Akira is fluent in both Northern and Southern dialects. He more commonly speaks and writes in Northern dialect (Shouto’s language) unless speaking with Katsuki, with whom he uses the latter.

He is a seasoned ice magic user but is also skilled in swords.

He can play a variety of instruments such as piano and violin, taught to him by his parents.

Kirishima Zen is his personal attendant and bodyguard.

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"Your Highness, someone here came to visit you," Zen calls out into the room before opening the door wider, whispering a small 'go on' as a girl takes a step inside.

“Y-Your Highness!" she chirps in a small voice, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before quickly adjusting her hold on the box in her hands. "My a-apologies for interrupting your morning tea. The King had this delivered for you, so um, ah…"

Akira turns a page from his book, eyes not leaving the text, but he makes a casual gesture to one of the seats in the room. “Thank you. You can leave it there."

Miki is a cheerful young girl, bright eyes and all smiles. Zen had the pleasure of meeting her the night before and had witnessed her excitement fitting into her new uniform. But now in front of the prince, she is quite demure. Understandable; this is her first time speaking with Akira and she is close to his age.

"O-Okay!"

Her cheeks turn pink as she scrambles into the room to deposit the box on an empty seat. She gets distracted through it, slowed in her movements to observe the prince in silent awe, and almost peers at him under his fringe once she's close.

"Is there anything else?"

"N-No! I mean – thank you, Your Highness!" Miki backs away and straightens up in a panic, pushing her palms down her skirt to mask a nervous laugh. "I’ll be going now!" She does a little curtsy then, pausing once more to get one last look at Akira before turning for the door. Zen gives her an approving grin and a thumbs up on her way out, and takes note of her own smile reaching from ear to ear.

"Who was that?" Akira asks once they're alone. He hasn't moved from his seat, seemingly still absorbed in his book, but Zen sees him visibly relax when he lifts his cup to his lips.

“The grandchild of the retired Misaki-san, she started work today. Very excitable, that one. Cute, too." Zen chuckles as he glances at the box she left behind; he guesses it's an item of clothing considering the size and the large bow tied around it. "You could have asked her yourself, you know. You didn’t even look at her. Honestly, as the heir, you should set an example to–”

Akira sets his cup back down on the saucer, the punctuated clink of it, though not harsh, interrupting Zen's words. “I won't be taking over the throne until the next few decades.”

Zen smiles inwardly and tips the teapot over Akira’s empty cup. The clink of ceramic and the wisp of book pages fill the silence between them, and after a beat, Zen says, “Your eyes really are pretty. You can’t blame anyone who wants to look.”

Akira spares him a glance, the first of the day, clearly not pleased but not quite angry either. More exasperated than anything. Specks of silver and gold glint in his gray and crimson eyes, beauty and emotion manifested in one look and proving Zen's point – not that anyone but he can see this right now.

Sighing, Akira leans back on his chair and rests the side of his jaw on his knuckles. Zen almost mourns the loss of Akira’s gaze when his eyelids flutter close, his book now left forgotten on his lap.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you her name, so you can ask her yourself once you see her again. Introduce yourself like a good prince." Zen says playfully as he takes the novel from Akira’s lap, closes it, and places it on the table instead. He sees Akira's brows furrow but doesn't make an effort to retort and it feels like a victory, somewhat. "She's not going to turn into stone if you look at her."

"You don't understand."

Akira doesn't elaborate, and it stays quiet for the rest of the morning.

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* Heterochromia is known to be an extremely rare physical feature, said to be blessed only to those of royal blood as evidenced by one of the current rulers, Todoroki Shouto, and his ancestors before him. Although such a feature is a symbol of nobility, power, and prestige, Akira considers his heterochromia as a source of insecurity. Everyone knows who he is, and those who don’t, need only to look at his eyes. He feels that his eyes hinder how people treat him and even to some extent judge him for it, so he has started avoiding making direct eye contact with anyone who is not familiar with him unless necessary. He also started growing his hair out a bit for the same reason, finding it helps to “hide” his eyes.

#bakutodo #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #ceallachs draws #bakugou akira #kirishima zen #todobaku

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tickling-giggles · 10 months

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Hi Kiara!! I missed reading your fics hehe, it always brings me joy!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader (male or gender neutral) and lers todoroki and bakugou! Hehe (Probably the Reader is a new student in UA, initially scared of Todoroki and Bakugou because of their brutality in the UA Sports Festival. But then Midoriya decided to introduce the reader to them to show that they're not that scary, and the teasy midoriya somehow make Bakugou and Todoroki wreck the reader with tickles lol). P.S. please no foot/palm tickles, have a nice day Kiara! Looking forward to it <3

You’ll fit in Just fine

A/N: Hello nonnie!! I’m glad my fics bring you happiness.

Summary: You just transferred to UA and Izuku helps you fit into 1-A. He introduces you to Bakugou and Todoroki. Everyone thinks that they’re very intimidating, but Izuku will prove otherwise by inviting you to a game night!

G/N- Gender Neutral (They/Them)

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“My stuff is already here?” You asked Deku nervously. “Yeah I helped your parents bring your stuff up” He smiled at you.

“Come on i have some friends I would like for you to meet” He eagerly grabbed your hand. You grabbed on to anything and everything to stop him from bringing dragging you inside of the dorms. “Y/N come on there’s nothing to be nervous about” he explained as he pull.

As you entered the dorms mix of excitement and apprehension. But a couple of them were playing a game when you walked in. “Hey guys this is Y/N. They’re new here” Deku introduced. “H-hi I’m F/N L/N. I was originally supposed to be here on the first day of UA but they lost some paper work and I had to wait.” You explained.

“Omg hiiiii Y/N I’m Mina by the way I love your hair is pretty” Mina complimented you. “I’m Denki IS THAT A FRUITSBASKET TATTOO I LOVE THAT ANIME” Denki fanboyed over the tattoo. One by one they introduced themselves to you it calmed your nerves. “Hey do you guys wanna play with us?” Sero offered.

“I have to help them finish unpacking plus I want them to meet Kacchan and Todoroki” He smiled before he dragged you into the elevator. “When you said todoroki you don’t mean… Endeavor’s son Shouto do you?” Your nerves started creeping up on ya. “Yes and Kacchan, I still can’t believe you don’t remember him the three of us use to play heroes all the time” Deku reminded you.

“WAIT BAKUGOU?! KATSUKI BAKUGOU?!” The realization finally hit you. “Yes him” Deku giggled. “He’s that guy from the sports festival who went up against ochako!!” You started panicking.

“Kacchan isn’t gonna hurt you netheir is Todoroki they’re both super fun to be around once you get to know em” Deku reassured you as you two walk to Todoroki’s room he knocked on the door as it open you see Bakugou sitting down on his bed.

“Hey sho” Deku happily greeted. “Hello Midoriya” He greeted him back as he notice you “Who’s this Midoriya are they new?” He asked.

“Bingo! This is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Y/N this is Shoto and That is Kacchan”Deku introduced. “Haven’t seen this extra since back when I was 5” Kacchan raised a brow looking at you. “H-Hi is that the one card game you were talking about Izu?” You asked noticing the game infront of Bakugou.

“Oh yeah that’s the Truth or Dare game lets all play it” Deku plopped on Shoto’s bed. Shoto closed the door as both you and him sat on his bed. “Sure why not” Todoroki agreed as he opened the boxes and found some cards laying the two stacks ‘Truth’ and ‘Dare’. “You’re going first Deku” bakugou stated.

“Fine” Deku goes picking up a date card “Dare spin in a circle for 30 seconds and walk in a straight line, if you fail cold water will be poured on you! Guys can we do 15 seconds? Pleaseeeee” Deku whined. You, bakugou, and Todoroki told him no.

“Fine If i hurt myself I blame all of you” Deku pouted as he did his dare successfully surprisingly.

“You’re turn Kacchan” Deku smiled. “I know that Deku” He also picked up a Dare “Dare have a chugging contest with the person on your left. loser has to get a nose hair pulled you’re gonna lose Deku” Bakugou grinned handing Deku a water bottle.

They both began to chug and surprisingly it was a tie. “Who won it was me right icyhot?” He gasped for air. “Nah uh it was totally me right Y/N” Deku argued. “Well it was a tie” you and todoroki both say. “So who gets the punishment?” Deku asked “I guess no one since it was a tie if so then I’m drawing my card” Todoroki explained picking up a dare “Dare draw a Truth um okay Truth is it true that you like cats? Yes my sister has a cat at home she just adopted her, her name is Chi Chi” Todoroki told the truth.

“That wasn’t fair” Deku pouted.

“Your turn nerd” Bakugou notified you. You picked up a Dare “Dare send your mom or dad a risky message then text oops wrong person. Yeah no that’s a set up Andrea my parent will kill me. I’m picking truth Truth are you ticklish No okay your turn Midoriya” you sped up the last bit. “Why—“

“Shut up go” you side-eyed Deku smiling nervously. “You didn’t read the the whole card dummy we have to prove if it’s true or not” Deku giggled as you doubled back looking at the card it did indeed say that.

Little did you know, Bakugou and Todoroki had mischievous sides too. Suddenly, they teamed up and decided it was time to initiate you into their group by indulging in some lighthearted tickling fun.

As they approached you with mischievous grins, you tried to protest, but the ticklish sensations overwhelmed your resistance. “Seehe I’m not tihicklish” “Oi Deku come hold their arms down there in my way” Bakugou demanded. And of course Deku pinned your arms above your head which made you more vulnerable and ticklish.

“Lehet goho izhuhuku you traitohor” you let giggles out.

Giggles and laughter filled the room as they tickled you, gently but persistently, until you couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.

“Ohohkahahay wahahait ihit tihickles ahahaha” you tried wiggling out of Deku’s grip. “That’s the point” Deku giggled tracing shapes on your neck,as bakugou started scribbling your armpits.

“Nahahahaha THAHAHATS BAHAHAHAHAD”

“Finally they cracked” Bakugou smirked . “They’re more ticklish than you Midoriya” Todoroki teased drilling his fingers into your hips. “Todoroki!” Deku blushed.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY OHOHOKAHAHAY” you tapped the floor and they let up. “See I told you they weren’t that bad” Deku giggled.

After the tickling stopped, you realized that your initial fear of Bakugou and Todoroki had melted away. Their playful antics had brought you closer together, and from that day forward, you all cherished the bond of friendship, knowing that laughter truly knows no bounds.

#kiara answers #anon request #Mha tickles #lee!reader #Ler!deku #ler!izuku #ler!bakugou #ler!todoroki #mha tickle fic #mha tickling #mha tickle drabble #Mha tickle

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hamliet · 11 months

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I'm confused why would the Todorokis need to earn Touya's forgiveness? Endeavour and Rei I understand as they are the parents who badly let Touya down. But what did Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto do? If anything shouldn't it be Touya earning their forgiveness? It was him who sent someone to kill Natsuo and it was him who tried to kill Shouto on multiple occasions. Isn't it kind of victim blaming saying that Natsuo and Shouto should be the ones earning forgiveness here?

I think you're therapizing this a bit too much, Anon. No, it isn't victim blaming, because this is a story in which characters face consequences for actions/lack thereof, and in which those consequences (in a good story anyways) are not punishments to teach the audience a moral but instead symbolic demonstrations of how much a character has to grow/has grown.

I also don't necessarily think that it's as simple as me saying they need forgiveness, though I can see why you would take that based on what I wrote. But I don't always have time to delve into the nuances. Still, my mistake there. Let me clarify now.

No, I don't think Fuyumi, Natsuo, or Shouto are responsible for what happened to Touya. When I said that what happened didn't mean Touya forgave them, I didn't mean that they need to grovel. What I meant was that the Todoroki family has been portraying themselves as a reconciling unit, albeit with every member in different stages, since the Dabi/Touya reveal. Hence, it should not surprise anyone to think that Touya associates all of them with rejecting him. Shouto defended Enji on the battlefield, after all (and by that I mean he physically fought his brother, which Touya would see as fighting against Touya and for Enji, even if that is not the case). His last contact with his siblings beyond like, TV in which they appear with Enji, was them brushing him off, even if they all love him and aren't morally culpable.

The reality is that Touya has next to no reason to believe that his family care about him surviving. MHA 350 is all about this.

For all he knows, they were there in 390 to save Endeavor, not him. He's literally out of his mind and not able to think rationally; I think that's actually textual in this scene.

So, perception and reality are sometimes different things, and someone who is actively self-harming and losing their mind isn't in a good place to discern which is which, especially when they've dedicated so much time to the narrative that the entire family hates him and is better off without him, a narrative that we know AFO helped plant, too.

So, I think yes, Touya will have to forgive them. That doesn't inherently mean that in reality they wronged him, or that they have to grovel, but it does mean that his perceptions need to be addressed.

I think it's also pretty clear that Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto have forgiven Touya more or less. You don't risk your life to save someone you nurture a grudge against.

#ask hamliet #bnha #bnha meta #mha meta #mha 390 #bnha 390 #todoroki touya #dabi #todofam

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obsidianstrawberrymilk · 3 months

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Hello how are you doing? What is your opinion about Tomura, Toga and Dabi?

Hello, I'm going good! Sorry this took me a second to respond to.

Dabi: I actually like Dabi as he is in the manga but I really don't like how the story around him has formed. I think a lot of people lost sympathy for Dabi when it was revealed that he wasn't the perfectly sad victim with torture porn people envisioned, which is disappointing. Horikoshi did this weird thing where he tried to make the LoV sympathetic by doing things such as have them kill a bunch of bigots and show them having genuine bonds and reasons for their actions, but then abruptly changed his tune and did something like depicting them as unhinged mass murderers, mainly to reestablish the whole black and white morality of the series when he was getting a bit too lose to implying there were serious flaws in hero society and the villains gasp had a point?! Anyway, I like him, but now that Endeavour is basically heading the Todoroki family plot, he's been kinda cast aside and made to take the blame for a lot of the issues they're facing rn when it's... literally all Endeavour lmao. Like I don't think he really had to be portrayed as particularly caring or nice for the narrative to acknowledge that he did have a point, and that similar patterns in the Todoroki family are being repeated again, with condemning him for being obvious about and exposing their dysfunction, instead of Endeavour for causing it. Also literally why did he need an ice Quirk as well the whole fucking point was he was an 'imperfect creation' why did he need that what was the point-

Toga: She's cool, kind of boring. Her character is pretty clearly based on some of Horikoshi's weird fetishes, but she's far from the only one, so whatever. I'm really not a fan of hers and Ochako's arc honestly - it feels like they're trying to queerbait without putting in any of the narrative work as to why Toga and Ochako would connect beyond girl and sure, Ochako might feel sympathetic towards Toga, but like her specifically? Villain hero relationships are cool because usually, the villain reveals a new side to the hero, maybe a foil that causes them to question their morality or the person they could have been (ex: Shigaraki for Izuku and Dabi for Shouto). Toga is... not this for Ochako, and Ochako is not this for Toga. Her implied backstory is interesting but I all in all think she's one of the least interesting League members and it's a pity, because we're not really given enough about her.

Shigaraki: I fucking loved his arc for a while there, then they ruined it. Seeing a villain who actually grows from an immature, whiny kid to a legitimate leader who even seems to care about his subordinates was fantastic, and his backstory builds up very well to who he is as a person now. Though, then they regressed him, bought in the inner child that's crying or whatever, and I lost interest. Shigaraki has a compelling character design, was a main villain who grew into the position which is rare, and his Quirk is awesome, and his motivation? Has merit! He had the potential to be a great main villain had they just let him actually grow past AFOs influence, like a mirror to Izuku growing past All Might. But well. They didn't do that. Imo they wasted Shigaraki - for a while there his writing was great and he was one of the best parts of the manga for me.

#sorry this took me forever #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha criticism #tomura shigaraki #tenko shimura #shigaraki tenko #shigaraki tomura #dabi #mha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #dabi todoroki #toga himiko #himiko toga #thanks for the ask!

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coopigeoncoo · 11 months

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A Persistent Lack of Follow Through, Chapter 1: Wax & Wane

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

Rating: Mature 18+

Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Personal Growth, Drinking, Sexual Content, Non-Explicit Sex, Weddings, Child Abuse, Todoroki Enji's Bad Parenting, Abusive Todorioki Enji, Pining, Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Natural Disasters, Fire, Serious Injuries, Domestic Fluff, Implied Pregnancy

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Shouto had learned a lot from his Father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge.

But one thing Endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner.

Shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way.

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He had spent long, sleepless nights reflecting on the things you had told him; the reasons you left. Every moment of your acquaintance was turned over repeatedly in his head and examined until one devastating conclusion was reached:

"I was a bad boyfriend," Shouto muttered dejectedly, idly picking at the label of the shochu bottle in the middle of the table.

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A story where Shouto loves, loses, and learns.

Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

Todoroki Shouto was absolutely sure about three things.

The first was that nearly every food tastes better cold. Cold soba? Classic. Cold pizza? A revelation. Frozen peas? No point even heating them up in his opinion.

The second was that his small circle of friends was the best thing that had ever happened to him. When he had been at his lowest point in life, angry, disillusioned, and simmering in a cesspool of hate and futility; they had pulled him up and showed him the possibility that laid before him if he stepped off the path his Father had set him on and paved his own way in life.

And the third was that he had unintentionally lost the love of his life.

It was hard for him to pinpoint when exactly your relationship had started because the transition from acquaintance to friend to lover had been so seamless. He remembered meeting you one day at Deku's agency, a quick introduction as you passed papers around the table to the necessary parties. You hadn't stuttered or blushed at his presence, didn't try to touch him or slip your phone number into his pocket; you just passed him a Uravity branded pen with a small smile before tucking yourself into the corner to take notes during the presentation the official from Public Works and Utilities was putting on.

He liked that.

And, as time would come to reveal, he liked you.

He would wait until the News stations would cut to live footage of Deku, a brilliant bolt of green cutting through the sky, to call his private line; knowing his calls would be rerouted to your desk.

"Shouto!" You laughed into the receiver, unaware of the frantic beating of his heart that left him slightly winded. "You aren't going to believe this, but you just missed Deku. Again!"

"Really?" He says, doing his best to sound surprised.

"Yes! I'm starting to think this isn't coincidental."

"Oh?" Shouto gulps, stomach in knots at the idea that you're cottoning on to his grand machinations to talk to you every week.

"Do you have an additional Quirk you're keeping up your sleeve?"

"I don't think Bad Timing is much of a Quirk," Shouto snorts. "But even so, you would know if I had three Quirks. My Father would have mentioned it in every interview if I did. The first known child with three individual Quirks would just have been another feather in his cap."

"I can blame Endeavor for a lot of things, but bragging about you is completely understandable. You make everyone who knows you proud, Shouto."

Shouto wondered if you counted yourself in that group. He hoped you did. The idea that you would watch footage of him swooping onto the scene of a disaster and feel a blossom of fondness unfurl in your chest as he worked made him feel dizzy; completely overwhelmed by the implications of what that might mean.

"Anyway, enough of me blathering on and wasting your time. Would you like to leave a message for Deku?" You inquired, the sound of a pen sharply clicking in the background as you awaited Shouto's instructions.

"Ah- it's not important. I'll try back later."

"Well, with your luck I'm sure I'll be talking to you then!" You laugh, a joyous sort of snort that always makes Shouto smile.

"I certainly hope so," Shouto smirked, knowing full well that luck had nothing to do with it. Happiness wasn't an accident, it had to be worked for just like everything else worthwhile in life.

He had spent too many years living a life that had been curated by someone else's hand. Until the day he died he was determined to leave nothing to chance.

Todoroki Shouto would craft his own good fortune.

"You should go home," Shouto croaked, his voice rough from exhaustion as he ruffled a weary hand through his bangs. He'd been stationed at the long conference table at Deku's agency all day, reviewing the details of a sting operation that had been planned for months now. The last push before the start of an operation was always brutal, with everyone checking and rechecking every detail to minimize collateral damage. The rest of the team had filtered out hours ago, leaving Shouto agonizing over a stack of search warrants from the DA's office.

"That's rich, coming from you. You'd already clocked a few hours by the time I showed up to work this morning," you snorted, feeding a stack of classified documents into the jaws of a paper shredder.

"There isn’t even anything for you to be doing here so late.”

“I’m a Hero Assistant. So long as there’s a Hero around,” you paused in your shredding to point at Shouto. “I’m supposed to be of assistance,” you finish, motioning to yourself with a flourish.

“I don’t need any assistance.”

“Oh? Who is it that got you multiple cups of tea over the past three hours? Or contacted your secretary to push back your morning appointments? And who has been coming behind you and reorganizing all the paperwork you’ve been shuffling all out of order?” you paused during your tirade to tap your lips in mock thoughtfulness. “That’s right- it was me.”

Shouto paused and looked around at the pristinely organized stacks of files surrounding him and the steaming cup of genmaicha at his elbow.

“Oh.”

Snorting, you swivel your chair back around to face the shredder, pulling a paperclip from the top of a folder before pushing it into the shredder teeth.

“Thank you,” Shouto said as he gazed down at the table, mortified by his oversight. “And I’m sorry. For not noticing all the work you were doing for me.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him with a tired smile. “You’re a good man, Shouto. I want to support you in any way I can.”

“Because it’s your job?”

“No,” you admitted, scratching at your ear bashfully as you examined a particularly interesting spot on the carpet. “Not just because of that.”

Despite the late hour and the fact that he knew that the last trains of the night would be pulling into the station soon, Shouto was suddenly in much less of a hurry to send you on your way.

While you were busy emptying the shredder drum into a large trash bag Shouto surreptitiously slid one of the files from the table onto the floor, pushing his gear bag over top of it.

“Oh no,” he gasped exaggeratedly. “It looks like I'm missing the file from the Mayor's Office. Have you seen it?"

"What?" You yelp in horror, rushing over to Shouto's side; grabbing a stack of files and flipping through them with a level of expertise and precision Shouto couldn't help but admire. "Oh, this is awful! We're going to have to search until we find it! It's too important to leave it unaccounted for."

"I'm sure it will turn up," Shouto said as he ran a consoling hand between your shoulder blades. "You're very tense."

"Well, we've somehow managed to misplace a collection of important documents. A little bit of tension is warranted, I think."

Shouto increased the pressure of his hand, warming it slightly and delighting when he felt your muscles slacken under his palm.

"Oooooh," you moaned, dropping your head down towards your chest. "That feels heavenly, Shouto."

"Here," Shouto said as he gripped your shoulders and guided you to sit down in one of the plush office chairs, sliding into the one next to you.

"Panicking won't help matters. Let's take a deep breath, relax, and work together to find that folder.”

“You’re right,” you admitted with a weary sigh, eyeing the towering stack of folders you had to meticulously sift through. “This is going to take forever, isn’t it?”

“It will,” Shouto hummed in agreement, sipping at his cooling tea with one hand while sliding a folder in front of him with the other. “But I couldn’t ask for better company to spend forever with.”

Shouto couldn’t help but grin at your garbled response, shifting his focus down to the file in front of him to give you a moment to center yourself and regather your wits. You eventually were able to mumble your thanks before you distracted yourself by diving into the monumental workload before you.

The hours ticked by, full of talking and laughter and breathless moments where knees or hands would brush softly against each other. You had originally chalked the glancing touches as accidental, the result of exhaustion and waning focus taking hold in the early morning hours. But each brief touch was paired with an intense stare and gentle smile from Todoroki that eventually bolstered your courage enough for you to dare to run a timid finger along the inside of his wrist- his pulse thundering despite his calm exterior. A barely audible gasp escaped his lips when you settled your hand down next to his, your much smaller pinky nestled up next to his.

Without a single moment of hesitation, he linked your little fingers together with a pleased hum; squeezing your smaller digit with his warmer one.

He should have known better, should have realized that the break in his Father's defense was a calculated feint instead of the result of dealing with the onslaught of Shouto's tiny fists. But he was young- inexperienced and zealous; desperate to meet the expectations set so far overhead he wasn't sure he'd ever be tall enough to reach them.

The feel of his Father’s massive palm impacting his chest was expected, but frustrating nonetheless. And in his haste to make contact- to touch his Father, to hit his Father, to hurt his Father- he had shifted his feet from their bracing stance and was unable to stay standing in the aftermath of the blow. Shouto went down hard and landed poorly, his shoulder grinding into the tatami below him as he let out a pained yelp.

“You did well to see the opening I left for you,” his Father said as he rose from the cushion he’d been sitting on, striding slowly across the room towards him.

Shouto hated how his heart leapt at the faint praise while his body cowered in fear. It was unfair to make someone feel such different feelings at the same time; too confusing and cruel for him to understand.

He hoped it made sense when he was older.

Enji stopped a hair's breadth away from Shouto’s prone form, his foot running the length of Shouto’s torso. It was a bodily measurement Shouto was painfully aware of as he’d spent many evenings in front of a mirror, examining the bruises those feet left behind; sickly purple toe prints curling along his clavicle and a mottled heel across his soft belly.

“But you gave up every advantage that you had the moment you felt like you had the upper hand. You can’t assume that you’ve won. You need to make sure of it,” Enji snapped. “Your lack of follow through will get you hurt out in the field, or worse.”

Even though he knew it was coming, even though he braced for the impact, the feeling of his Father’s foot slamming into his injured shoulder was agonizing; a sharp and blinding pain that left Shouto gasping for breath.

“Remember this pain,” Enji huffed as he made his way towards the door, pushing it open in one swift motion. “Learn from it. Or the lesson will be repeated.”

Enji didn’t wait for a response as he slid the door closed behind him the same way he did everything; with too much force and without looking back.

Like all Heroes, Shouto was accustomed to making split second decisions. So when Deku had bemoaned the early departure his office gofer (which, as Shouto recently learned from a strongly worded email from HR, is someone who runs miscellaneous errands and not what you call employees with unspecified Rodent Quirks), Shouto was quick to make the most of this unexpected opportunity.

Unclipping his cellphone from his belt, he silently slid it down into the seat of the chair he'd been occupying during the quarterly Task Force meeting at Deku's agency before bidding his friends and colleagues farewell and heading back to his agency at a brisk jog.

Knowing you, he only had a few minutes to act before you did your routine after-the-meeting sweep of the conference room, where you would inevitably discover his abandoned phone.

"Good day," Shouto said, throwing his long-time receptionist a smile and a small wave as he breezed in through the entrance to his office. "I have a lot of very pressing work. Can you order some lunch for me? Suzumiya's, if it's possible?"

"Of course, Sir. I'll call right away."

With a parting wave he shut his office door behind him and sped to his desk, throwing himself into his leather office chair with such force that his momentum sent the chair spinning out across the floor.

"Oh, come on- ," Shouto huffed, kicking off the wall with two feet and propelling himself back towards his desk, chair wheels squeaking in protest of his rough handling. He reached his destination just in time to watch the red light on his desk phone click off, indicating the end of his receptionist's call for take-out.

Shouto picked up his receiver and quickly punched in the number for his favorite restaurant, anxiously drumming his fingers on his navy blue desk pad as he waited for his call to be picked up.

"Hello," Shouto greeted pleasantly once he was connected. "I would like to place an order for delivery."

"Shouto! " You called out through gasping breaths as you burst through his office door, phone held aloft over your head. "I- I have your- have your phone!"

Shouto was at your side in the blink of an eye, guiding you to sit in one of his guest chairs with a hand at your waist, fingers splayed wide over your hip in an effort to feel as much of you as possible during the brief moment of contact allotted to him.

"Here, why don't you sit down and catch your breath for a moment?"

"That's- that's a good- idea, " you pant, collapsing bonelessly into the chair and letting your head loll over the back rest, closing your eyes as you heaved deep gasping breaths. Shouto smiled down fondly at you before plucking his phone out of your loose grasp, pocketing it before running a chilled hand across your clammy forehead.

The moan you let when his cold hand hit your warm forehead was positively salacious and Shouto couldn't quiet the whisper in the back of his head that insisted that sound would be better suited for a more intimate setting.

"You know, if you ever get tired of the Hero life, you and those hands would make an absolute killing as a masseuse," you joked as his chilly fingers traced free-form shapes across your forehead.

"Oh? So I make you feel good?" Shouto purred, kicking the temperature of his fingers down a couple of degrees when he felt your face burning under his touch.

“I- well, that is-,” you stammer nervously, your chest beginning to heave from something other than physical exertion. You’re saved from answering by a knock on the office door, Shouto’s secretary slipping into the room with her arms full of carry out bags.

“Sir? I think there was a mix-up at the restaurant. They sent way more food than what I ordered.”

“Hmm. Well, these things do happen,” Shouto replied magnanimously, patting your cheek to signal the end of your impromptu massage. “I’m sure you didn’t get a chance to eat before rushing over here, so why don’t you stay and have lunch with me?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t. I already have lunch back at the office,” you objected half-heartedly, the aroma emanating from the brown paper bags making your mouth water. Whatever was in the bags his secretary had dropped off onto his desk smelled far more appetizing than the leftovers you had shoved into the break room fridge that morning.

“You would be doing me a favor, honestly,” Shouto pleaded as he opened the bags and began pulling out a seemingly endless series of containers. “This is way more food than I could possibly eat by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” He nodded, moving to sit on top of his desk. “Consider it a thank you gesture for returning my phone so promptly.”

“Well, how could I resist an offer like that?” you laughed, quickly popping open one of the containers of yakisoba.

“I didn’t think you would,” Shouto whispered to himself, biting into a dumpling with a wide smile on his face.

“Wha’ was tha’?” you mumble from around a mouthful of food, swallowing quickly before continuing. “I missed what you said just then.”

“Oh, nothing,” Shouto assured you. “Just talking to myself.”

“Well, I can’t blame you for that,” you grinned, peering curiously into the open containers surrounding Shouto, reaching into the one by his hip and grabbing a stir-fried carrot. “You’re a lot of fun to talk to.”

“I am?”

“Definitely. In fact, I wouldn’t mind talking to you again sometime. When we’re, you know, not at work,” you reply bashfully, gaze darting between Shouto’s wide eyes and the chopsticks that were beginning to bow in your over-tight grasp.

“I would like that a lot,” he agreed breathlessly as joy clogged up his lungs, pushing out the air and making it hard to breathe through his exultation.

“Good! Good. That’s good. So we should, uh- we should do that, then!”

The phone you had returned was in Shouto’s hands in record time, his lunch set aside as he brought up his calendar with a few quick taps.

“Just name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he replied earnestly, eyes soft as he watched you spring for your purse to dig out your own phone to coordinate your schedules for your date.

Word had spread quickly across both his and Deku’s agencies about the budding romance happening during work hours. Your coworkers were impressively motivated to find every opportunity to force you into crossing paths, which Shouto was deeply and eternally grateful for. Every misrouted letter and surprise last-minute meeting provided Shouto with ample opportunities for stolen kisses and lingering touches during the day. Without their loving interference he’d be forced to endure impossibly long stretches of time without being able to regularly remind himself of what your lip balm tasted like.

A seemingly endless series of talk show interviews had kept you separated for the first half of the week, the unfortunate consequence of having saved a well-known politician's son when a fire broke out at his nursery school. Shouto was beyond anxious to see you again, speeding through the security checks at Deku’s agency in record time. He tapped his foot off-beat from the quiet elevator music, a subtle orchestral version of the old All Might cartoon theme, while he waited impatiently for the elevator to crawl to the top floor.

Bounding out before the doors were even fully open, Shouto ground to a halt almost immediately at the sight that awaited him.

The tallest man Shouto had ever seen was leaning over you while you sat at your desk, doubled over at the waist to bring his face level to yours. He was wearing a tan suit that, while standard, was cut well and flattered his overlong form; loathe as Shouto was to admit it. You were laughing- no, worse - you were giggling at something he'd said with a luminescent smile painted across your face.

Well, that simply wouldn't do.

With renewed purpose, Shouto slowed his pace down to a stride, shoulders back and chest out in the way that Fuyumi assured him radiated confidence and his Mother said made him look very dashing and handsome.

Natsuo had told him it looked like he was desperately trying to hold in a fart, but considering his extensive list of dating failures Shouto wasn't putting too much stock in his brother's divergent opinion. But to err on the side of caution, he relaxed his gluteal muscles a fraction- just in case.

“Shouto!” You chirped happily when you finally noticed his approach. “Are you ready for lunch?”

“I already called ahead to the restaurant. They have a table waiting for us.”

“We should probably hurry along then,” you said, pushing away from your desk and standing up. “It was great to talk to you again, Takai. I’m glad your business trip went well. Maybe we can meet up for coffee soon?”

The man, Takai, straightened up as you stood, still hunching slightly to avoid bumping into the sprinkler head positioned directly above your desk.

“That would be lovely. It seems like we have a lot to catch up on,” he replied affably, giving Shouto a quick once over before turning away in an obvious dismissal.

“I just need to duck back into the conference room really quickly to grab my sweater and then we can head out. It should just take a minute,” you explained as you threw your purse over your shoulder and sped towards the door at the end of the hall. Both men watched your retreat with fond looks on their faces that disappeared the moment they caught each other’s gaze.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the chance to officially make each other’s acquaintance. My name is Takai Seiji. I’m the lead accountant in the Finance Department.”

“Pro Hero Shouto.”

“I know who you are,” Takai stated coolly, turning to face Shouto. “But more importantly, I know what, or should I say who, you want.”

“I want for nothing,” Shouto assured him, baring his teeth with a bright smile. “I have everything I could possibly desire.”

“For now, perhaps. I’m not naive enough to think that I can compete with the thrill of dating a Professional Hero. Expense Reports just aren’t that stimulating to most,” Takai conceded with a sigh, a long fingered hand scratching at his eyebrow in frustration. “But the bloom on the rose won’t last forever, and I am a very patient man.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shouto bristled, waving stiffly down the hall to you as you made your way back towards your desk.

“I guess this is just my way of informing you of my intentions,” Takai said with a saccharine smile, extending a hand out in a performative show of goodwill. “May the best man win.”

“I'm certain I already have,” Shouto replied, his grin razor sharp as he grasped Takai's hand firmly in his, refusing to wince as Takai’s rope-like fingers tightened around his hand like a vice. He abruptly dropped the temperature of his hand in retaliation, a spike of satisfaction shooting through him when Takai hissed in discomfort.

“Well, it sure looks like you two are getting along famously!” you say as you sidle up next to Shouto, taking their handshake to be a show of geniality and not the crushing test of masculine endurance it actually was.

“Of course!” Takai replied cheerfully as he pulled his hand back to his side, curling and uncurling his fingers to increase the circulation to his tingling fingertips. “We have a lot in common, Shouto and I.”

"Oh? Like what?"

"We both hold a deep appreciation for the finer things in life," Shouto murmured sweetly as he threaded your fingers together, gently cradling your smaller hand in his.

"Shouto !" you giggled, bringing a hand up to push his face away from your neck, his eyelashes tickling you as they fluttered rapidly against your skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed through the kiss he was pressing to the juncture of your shoulder, releasing his lips with a wet pop as he pulled away from you. "What is it?"

"I have to get up! I'm going to be late for work."

"Do you have to?" Shouto grumbled, dropping his weight off of his arms to press you down into the mattress, trapping you beneath him.

"Yes! Five days a week!"

"Can't you skip it?" Shouto whined, running his hands up your sides, fingers tracing looping circles under the hem of your night shirt.

"You can't just skip an audit from the Government, Shouto," you said, ruffling your fingers through the part in his hair, delighting in watching the red and white strands mix together into a rosy hue.

"Call in sick then."

"I'm not sick."

"No, but I am," Shouto croaked, coughing unconvincingly into his closed fist. "You need to stay home and take care of me."

"Shouto-"

"Oh, I think I'm developing a fever," he whined, pulling one of your hands up to rest on his forehead. "See? I'm getting warmer."

"Hmmm, you are warm. But only on one side of your body. How odd. I wonder what the cause of that could possibly be," you snort, pushing at his shoulder with your free hand until he deigned to roll off of you with a sigh, taking the blankets with him.

"A half-body fever sounds very serious. I probably shouldn't be left alone."

"Very true," you said, tossing open the closet door and rifling through the section reserved for your work clothes. "I'll text Iida and see if he can run by to check on you a couple times today."

"Oh, that's alright. No need to bother him. I think my fever might be breaking anyway," Shouto dismissed, the flush on his right cheek vanishing in an instant.

"It's an Audit Day miracle!" You cheer, buttoning up your blouse while Shouto sulked in his blanket nest. With a soft smile, you crawl back onto the bed and press a quick good-bye kiss to his deeply pouting lips.

"Rest up and enjoy your day off. Once the Audit is done I'll take the rest of the day and come home early. Want me to bring dinner back with me?"

"No, I'll cook something since I'll be home," Shouto said, lifting his arms above his head as he yawned, pausing mid-stretch when his words caught up with him.

"Home, huh?" You grin brightly back at him as you sling your purse over your neck and fish around in the side pocket for your keys.

"I mean- I'll be here. Here in your home. Not my home. Because I don't live here," Shouto stammered, somehow nervous about how you would respond to the implication of cohabitation- a topic that had yet to come up during your time together.

"It's fine, Shouto. I like that you're so comfortable at my place; that it feels like home to you," you reassure him. "Maybe one day it will be. Your home, I mean," you stumble, fiddling with your keys in a sudden bout of sheepishness.

"Yeah?" Shouto asked, sitting up straighter in bed, the covers pooling around his waist as he focused his attention solely on you, which did absolutely nothing to help calm the erratic thundering of your heart.

"Yeah," you agreed with no hesitation, taking in the sight of your handsomely disheveled boyfriend tangled up in your bedding and relishing the bubbly warmth it filled your heart with.

"Well then, I guess I'll see you when you get home," Shouto said, waving good-bye as you closed the door behind you and made your way out of the apartment and across town. With a dopey grin stretching across his face, Shouto falls backwards into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, taking in the little hints of you littered throughout the room.

Knickknacks and souvenirs from trips long past shoved into tiny slivers of space between novels on the bookcase, mismatched picture frames spread across the top of your dresser and desk, the lingering smell of your sweat and shampoo wafting up from the pillow under his cheek.

"Home, " he sighed fondly.

The Audit, while stressful, was proceeding as well as expected. Takai ran a tight ship in the accounting department so you knew the books would be nothing short of immaculate. You could tell that he was deeply confident with what results of the inspection would be as he glided around the room, chest puffed out with pride and a self-assured grin on his face, seemingly daring anyone to find a misplaced decimal or inaccurate sum.

The most daunting part of the process was the presence of the Lead Auditor, a severe looking older woman without a single laugh line amongst the creases in her face and an aloof demeanor that reminded you of your high school Geography teacher in all the worst ways. She had cleaved to your side immediately upon entering the building, flipping through a report summary while you confirmed dates and times of specific purchases on Deku's professional calendar on your work phone.

Your working cell was an unwieldy thing, extremely sensitive with an overly large screen that made it easier for viewing documents out on the go. The larger screen also allowed for the very unprofessional and very intimate picture of Shouto that popped up in a full-screen preview to be seen with an astounding amount of detail and clarity.

Shouto was posed in front of your stove, a frying pan in hand and a spatula in the other as he winked rakishly over his shoulder, his back totally bare except for where the floral straps of your apron crossed his hips. The swath of exposed flesh continued on well past his waist though, the start of his callipygian cleft easily discernible above the bottom edge of the photo.

The photo was mercifully pushed from your screen by an incoming text message which, much to your dawning horror, was also from Shouto:

"Dinner (and me) are ready whenever you are ;)"

"Oh, God," you squeaked, mortified that your boyfriend had inadvertently flashed his butt to a government official. You tapped the screen wildly to hide the text, accidentally opening the messaging app in your haste and zooming in on Shouto's exposed derriere.

"OH, GOD," you squealed, desperately fumbling for the power button before giving up entirely and slamming the phone screen down onto a nearby desk. Face burning, you hazard a glance at the Lead Auditor, gaze settling somewhere in the vicinity of her nose since you were pretty sure you'd never be able to look her in the eyes again without melting in shame.

"I'm so, so sorry-," you begin to stammer, coming to an abrupt halt at her raised hand.

"This has certainly been the most… revealing Audit I've overseen in a very long time," she responded evenly, her face stoic and completely unreadable. "I believe the ladies back at the office will be just as interested in my findings."

You drop your head into your hands, moaning piteously as she shuffled through her packet of papers with a satisfied hum.

"Alright, Team!" She barked out loudly, startling everyone in the room except for her employees, who seemed accustomed to suddenly being yelled at by their boss in the middle of the work day.

"Wrap up what you're doing and get ready to head out. We'll take our copies and finish things up back at the office. We've taken up enough of their time today. I'm sure everyone is very anxious to get home," she said as she stared meaningfully at you, her lips curling infinitesimally at the corners.

You nodded weakly in acknowledgement, waiting until she turned away to chew out one of her subordinates before picking up your phone with shaking hands, relieved to see the screen had shut off and locked during its exile.

"Shouto, you little shit, " you hiss quietly at your phone, angrily navigating back to his cheeky photo and pressing the 'save image' button so hard you're mildly surprised your screen didn't crack.

"You're lucky you're so damn handsome."

You loved how the world shrank in these moments, how there was nothing else to focus on than the feeling of your legs locked around Shouto's waist as his hips rocking gently into yours, the scratchiness of your clearance rack sheets rubbing against your back, your heaving breaths synchronizing with the ticking of your wall clock.

In these brief instances Shouto was yours and yours alone. Every moment he was in your arms and bed was an opportunity to selfishly hoard him to yourself; to keep him from his fans and his friends and the broken fragments of his family.

You wanted desperately to be good, to be selfless and understanding of his duties and responsibilities. But as he moaned your name brokenly into your shoulder as his hips stuttered, you couldn't help the greedy though that spun through your brain on repeat- more.

"More, Shouto," you gasped, tightening your thighs to keep him in place inside of you. "I want more."

"Whatever you want," Shouto swore, tongue swiping over the hammering pulse in your neck.

"I just want you."

"Good," Shouto smiled, his eyes creasing happily. "Because I just want you, too."

"Would it be possible to have a moment of your time before you head back to your agency, Shouto?" You asked while fluttering around the long conference table, scooping up abandoned report summaries and recapping borrowed pens.

"Of course," Shouto agreed readily, bidding farewell to the other Heroes as they filed out of the room and into the hallway, snagging the complimentary sandwiches and pieces of fruit you had spent the morning artfully arranging as they left.

Souto waited for the conference room door to close before he swooped in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

"There we go," Shouto sighed contentedly. "I've been waiting to do that all morning."

You buried your nose into the shoulder of his Hero uniform, breathing in the scent of his freshly laundered suit. Whatever they used to make the fabric withstand the extreme elemental onslaught of Shouto's Quirks imbued the cloth with an acrid sort of smell that you'd likely never get fully used to, but had come to tolerate with time.

"You had a question for me?" Shouto asked, the rumbling of his words passing through his chest and into yours, the timbre of his voice echoing inside you.

"I did," you murmured contentedly, reluctantly pulling away from the cradle of Shouto's arms to look him in the eye. "A group of my friends are coming in from out of town this weekend. I know it's short notice, but I was wondering if you'd like to meet them?"

"Oh," Shouto replied evenly, his muscles tensing minutely under your fingertips. "Is it really a good time for that?"

"What do you mean?"

"It just seems, I don't know, too soon to be doing that sort of thing?"

"We've been dating for months now, Shouto. It's getting to be time for this sort of thing," you insist. "Besides, I've already met all of your friends!"

"That's different. You work with them," Shouto chuckled.

"I mean, yeah, but the principle is still the same!" You huffed, slackening your arms and letting them drop back down to your side, leaving Shouto's arms drooped loosely around your waist. "I'm not even sure the next time we'll all be together again. I haven't seen some of them in nearly a year!"

"All the more reason for you to go alone. I wouldn't want to interrupt your visit. You should go and spend some quality time with your friends and catch up," he encouraged, holding your chin in place as he dropped gentle kisses down your face; first your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. "I have to go now, but we'll talk more later, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, I'm sorry I kept you for so long," you apologized, pulling yourself out of his embrace, fiddling with your hands as he threw his work bag over his shoulder and jogged out the door, throwing a quick parting wave over his shoulder before he disappeared down the hallway. With a disappointed sigh you went back to work straightening the conference room; pushing in chairs and making sure all the confidential documents made it into the shredding pile.

"We'll talk later," you nod resolutely to yourself, mentally constructing points and counterpoints for a conversation that would never come.

"It's such a bummer your boyfriend couldn't make it!" Your friend commiserated, stabbing at a tomato in her salad and giving a frustrated grunt when it rolled out from underneath the tines of her fork.

"Yeah! We were looking forward to meeting him!" Another chimed in from down the table, doing her best to maintain balance on her overly large margarita glass without elbowing the other women squeezed in on either side of her.

"Things are good between you?" Your friend asked, biting down victoriously on the tomato skewered on the end of her fork, pulling a disgruntled face as she chewed. "Ugh, it's mealy."

"Things are great!" You assured them, pushing a piece of broccoli across your plate with a cold french fry. "It's just still early, you know? We're still learning about each other, feeling out boundaries, that sort of stuff."

Your friends all made various noises of understanding, waiting for you to elaborate more on your situation. When no further explanation came, they shot knowing looks across the table at each other before sending you supportive smiles; your friend at the very end flagging down a waitress to order you another drink.

"No biggie! We'll meet them the next time we visit!"

"Right. Next time for sure!" you agreed readily, not liking how much that felt like a lie on your tongue.

You were putting the finishing touches on dinner, everything prepared and ready for plating when you felt a firm tugging on your apron strings.

"Hold on, I'm almost done here," you chuckled, doing your best to ignore the pulling at your waist as you popped open the lid of the rice cooker, shoving in the paddle and giving the grains a good fluff.

"It can wait, can't it?" Shouto asked, running his fingers down the bare skin of your neck, his chilly fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. You moaned at the feel of his cool hands against your dewy skin, your body overwarm from a combination of exertion and the additional heat from the stove and countertop oven running simultaneously.

"What's important enough to delay dinner after a long day?" You asked, leaning your neck back into the chilly cradle of Shouto's hand with a pleased hum.

"I heard a song today."

"Oh? What sort of song?"

"One that made me think of you," Shouto answered coyly. "A romantic one- sweet and soft. All I could think about all day was coming home, turning on that song, and dancing with you."

"I can't wait to hear it," you said, abandoning your paddle in the rice and turning to slide your arms up over Shouto's shoulders and around his neck.

"Well, here's the thing,” he grimaced. “I got so distracted listening to it that I forgot to look it up. And then I had to answer a call about a robbery in progress and by the time I got through with that I couldn't recall any of the lyrics-"

"And now you can't find it," you giggled.

"And now I can't find it," Shouto agreed, sighing in obvious dismay. "But, I was hoping you'd still be willing to grant me the incredible honor of dancing with you.”

“How could I possibly say no to a request like that?” you said softly, taking his hand in yours and letting him pull you out into the living room, leading you in a lazy two-step around the ottoman as he hummed an unfamiliar melody; a song meant for you that you’d never know.

Shouto wasn't expecting to have his legs suddenly swept out from under him, but experience had honed his reflexes well and his arms shot out to slow his descent, preventing his face from impacting the ground at full speed. His cheek was still smashed into the floor, it was unavoidable at the speed he was falling, but he would walk away from this fight with just a fat lip instead of spitting out teeth.

He quickly rolled onto his back, flexing his fingers and attempting to summon up his Quirks, but one look at his teacher's floating hair and gleaming red eyes instantly revealed the futility of his actions.

"I yield," Shouto sighed as he let his arms flop down onto the ground, plumes of ash leftover from his fiery attacks shooting into the air around him at the impact.

"We've been over this before, Todoroki," Aizawa sighed, unwinding his capture scarf from Shouto’s ankle and draping it back into place around his shoulders. "You're one of the strongest students in this school, but it's a different story out in the real world. Turning your back on an opponent before you've confirmed victory is a surefire way to guarantee your Mother spends her weekend planning your funeral."

Despite knowing his teacher was a good man who wouldn't raise his hands except in defense, Shouto couldn't stop himself from wincing at the sound of Aizawa's approach; his body bracing instinctually for a blow that would never come. Instead of the anticipated foot, a hand was extended instead; helping lift Shouto from the ground and pat remaining bits of ash from the sleeve of his shirt.

"Your hits are connecting well," Aizawa assured him. "You just need to follow through."

"Yes, Sir,” Shouto grumbled. “I'm well aware."

You’d have recognize Shouto’s sister anywhere. Even if you hadn’t seen the entire Todoroki Family’s faces plastered over every gossip magazine for months when the terrible truth about their homelife had surfaced, the staggering list of features shared between them would have been an immediate give away. It was strange in a way, seeing the face you adored copied and pasted onto an entirely different person; a feeling of familiarity carried by a stranger.

“Shouto, look!” you said, tugging on his sleeve to gain his attention. “Your sister is here!”

“My sister-,” Shouto muttered, looking up from the binder in his hands in alarm.

“Shouto!” Fuyumi called out as she approached, waving cheerily at her brother, who raised a stiff hand back in greeting.

“What are you doing here, Fuyumi?” Shouto asked, his brow wrinkled in bewilderment. “Is Mom alright?”

“Mom’s totally fine. Can’t a big sister drop by and visit her baby brother sometimes?”

“I…don’t know? Can they?”

“They can,” you nodded sagely, drawing Fuyumi’s attention away from her brother and onto yourself.

“Oh, and who do we have here?” she drawled with a smile, taking in the miniscule distance between you and Shouto. Nervousness flooded your body- this was it. Your first time meeting a member of your Boyfriend’s family. Determined to make a good first impression, you swallowed down your anxiety, stepped away from Shouto’s side, and extended a clammy hand towards Fuyumi.

“I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I’m-”

“Deku’s Assistant!” Shouto shouted, cutting off your introduction and slapping the binder into your extended hand, causing you to frantically fumble for the plummeting notebook as it tumbled from your grasp.

“Really?” Fuyumi huffed in disappointment, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully at you as you gripped the binder tightly to your chest.

“Yep,” you croaked, mortification clogging your throat. “That’s me, Deku’s Assistant.”

“And she’s very, very busy,” Shouto explained with a strained smile. “In fact, she was just getting ready to leave and head back to Deku’s agency, right?”

“Right. I’ll just- be going now,” you murmured, nodding at Fuyumi in acknowledgement as you passed. “Nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” she replied, slipping into the place you deserted at Shouto’s side and pulling out her phone to show him something on her screen. Fuyumi waved a cheery farewell to you as the elevator doors closed while Shotou’s focus remained glued to the phone in front of him, pointedly ignoring you as you departed.

You were very proud of yourself for making it all the way to the first floor bathrooms before you broke down into tears.

The texts from Shouto started filtering in during your walk back to work, an unending series of chimes that had you rushing to turn off your phone when a group of old ladies started to loudly complain to each other about the noise. And despite the anxiety you felt for the rest of the work day, you couldn’t bring yourself to read the texts until you were home and curled up in bed, pillows propped up behind you and a mug of herbal tea rapidly cooling on your nightstand.

“Here we go,” you sighed morosely, holding down the power button and watching your screen flair to life. Your home screen was peaceful for a moment before your cell connected to the Wi-Fi in your apartment and was suddenly buffeted by waves of incoming messages and missed call notifications. With a fortifying sip of tea, you open up your messaging app and select your chat log with Shouto.

Shouto, 1:35pm “I’m so, so sorry about the thing with Fuyumi today.”

Shouto, 1:37pm “My family doesn’t know that I’m seeing anyone, and if Fuyumi finds out then everyone would know by the end of the day. I love her, but she’s a terrible gossip.”

Shouto, 1:40pm “The last thing I want is for my Father to know about you.”

Shouto: 1:41pm “He has a way of ruining everything good in my life.”

Shouto 1:41pm “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Shouto, 1:59pm “I just panicked.”

Shouto, 2:10pm “I know that’s no excuse, but it’s what happened.”

Shouto, 2:15pm “How can I make this up to you?”

Shouto, 2:30pm “I feel awful.”

Shouto 2:40pm “Did you get back to work okay?”

Shouto, 2:45 “Your commute shouldn’t be this long.”

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:45pm

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:46pm

Shouto, 2:47pm “Are you getting these messages?”

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:48pm

Shouto, 2:49pm “Please, pick up.”

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:50pm

Shouto, 2:51pm “Can you please call me? Let me know that you’re safe?”

Shouto, 3:02pm “I called Deku. He says that you arrived back to work and are very busy.”

Shouto, 3:03pm “I’m so relieved that you’re alright.”

Shouto, 3:33pm “I’m sorry for all the messages. I was really worried.”

Shouto, 5:16pm “Can you text me when you get home?”

Shouto, 5:17pm “So we can talk about today?”

Sobbing in frustration, you wipe at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand as you try and formulate a response, writing and erasing entire paragraphs of text a handful of times before giving up.

“I was just caught off guard by your response to Fuyumi and got tied up with work stuff. It's okay.” You send in response; an easy lie because you were too tired to contend with the truth and all the unpleasant thoughts it would bring to the surface.

“My family knows all about you,” you whisper to your home screen, a photo of you and Shouto in front of a gaggle of hungry ducks you’d discovered on a walk one morning. “I honestly can’t stop talking about you. Do you- do you ever talk about me ?” you whisper brokenly through your sobs.

You’re pulled from your misery by the chiming of an incoming message, not from Shouto this time, but from Takai. Worried there was some emergency situation at work, a common occurrence when you worked at a Hero Agency, you hurriedly open the incoming text.

Takai, 8:45pm “I know it’s late, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were. You looked pretty upset at work this afternoon. Is there anything I can do to help?”

With a book tucked under his arm, Shouto moved to join you on the couch, pulling back the edge of the plush throw blanket you were curled up under and shoving his legs in, tangling them up with yours just like he'd done countless times before. Normally, this would be a prime opportunity for Shouto to let his playful side out, either warming his leg until the heat underneath the blanket became unbearable or chilling his toes and shoving them under your shirt to hear you squeal.

But the wrinkled skin between your brows as you stared unblinkingly at your phone screen gave him pause; your dour pensiveness causing a bubble of concern to well up inside of him.

"You okay?" He questioned, rubbing a hand soothingly along your shin.

"I- yeah. Yeah. I'm alright," you sighed, scrubbing a hand down your face in frustration.

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, looking at Shouto over the top of your phone. "Can I- can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. Anything," Shouto replied solemnly, dropping his book down onto his lap to give you his full attention.

"Do you ever think of the future? About what your life- our life, will look like years from now?" You murmur, curling your toes in between the couch cushions to distract yourself as you wait for his answer.

"As a Hero there is never a guarantee of tomorrow, so I do my best to focus on the present. Appreciate the here and now," he explained with a gentle smile as he knocked his knees against yours playfully.

"And besides, what is there to change? You can't improve on perfection, after all."

"Of course," you agreed with a hesitant nod of your head, sending a tight but reassuring smile Shouto's way as you directed your attention back to your phone, staring once again at a picture of one of your high school friends. His grinning face filled the screen, looking well groomed and deliriously happy in a smokey gray suit with his beaming bride at his side.

Quickly going down through the checklist of digital niceties, you liked each picture in the gallery and let autofill extend your congratulations to the happy couple, tossing in a couple of emoji hearts to really sell the sentiment.

You opened up your texting app with the intent to send him a more thoughtful and personalized private message, but you couldn't find the right words amidst your frantically tumbling thoughts. Despite the sincere excitement you truly felt for your friend, the only thing that you could focus on was the hollow feeling in your chest as you suddenly realized that the man sitting next to you on the couch probably wouldn't be the one standing next to you on your wedding day.

"What do you think of this one?" You asked, passing Shouto a bright teal towel to inspect.

"It's fine," he said, giving the towel a couple of firm pats.

"That's what you've said about all of them!" You huff in irritation, snatching the towel back from his hands and folding it quickly before placing it back onto the shelf. It wasn't folded as neatly as the employees could do, but it was better than abandoning it in a crumpled up heap for the sales clerk to deal with.

"And it was true about all of them! They were all fine!" Shouto growled, ruffling his bangs in frustration when you spun away from him to examine the next display of towels. "I don't know what you want from me here!"

"I want you to have an opinion about this! You shower at my apartment all the time, so you should have some say about which towels I purchase."

"But they're your towels! It shouldn't matter what I think!"

"But you'll be using them!" You groan in exasperation, closing your eyes and taking a few cleansing breaths before you return to comparing the price difference between the traditional towels and bath sheets.

"If this is going to be an issue then I'll just stop!"

"Stop what, exactly?"

"I don't know," Shouto said, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. "Showering at your place? Using your towels? Staying over as often?"

You stared at him, eyes wide, as his rant ended. "I see," you whispered, pressing down onto a stack of lopsided towels with hands as shaky as your voice. "Well. I- I guess I'll just head home then."

"Yeah," Shouto sighed heavily, reaching out to take your hand. "Let's get out of here. We can grab dinner on the way back."

"No," you cried, pulling your hand from his. "You're not coming with me. I need some time alone."

"I- what ?" Shouto breathed in disbelief, a sudden bolt of panic spiking through his veins. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I am. Just- give me a couple of days, okay? I need to think."

"About what?" Shouto croaked, reaching again for your hand as you quickly tugged it out of his reach, grasping onto the strap of your purse as you put distance between the two of you.

"About us, I guess?" You said, turning away so Shouto wouldn't see the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Good-bye, Shouto," you whimpered, rushing out of the store as he stood frozen by your abrupt departure. Once you disappeared from his line of sight entirely he leveled a fierce glare at the towel display next to him.

"This is all your fault," he spat, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stormed out of the store, ignoring the employee's disbelieving stares as he exited.

The alert came out shortly after midnight- The Hero Commission had tapped him and a number of his sidekicks for an extended overseas mission to Australia. A series of wildfires had broken out across the country and an unfortunate shift in the wind had things spreading in an unpredictable fashion that was stretching the Australian hero forces too thin to be effective. They had put out the distress call to surrounding Hero Commissions to send any Heroes with applicable Quirks to help bolster the front lines and divert the blaze away from developed areas.

The last thing Shouto wanted to do was call you, despite how desperate he was to fix whatever was broken between you. You asked for space and he wanted to give it to you, even though every part of him was screaming to see you, to hold you, to ask what was wrong- what he did wrong. He kept replaying your last moments together in that store over and over in his mind’s eye; heart breaking a little more every time you pulled your hand away from his.

He couldn't leave with that being the last time you spoke; having the sharp sting of your ire be the freshest memory of you.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Shouto chanted into his phone desperately, his foot bouncing anxiously as he watched the assembled Heroes mill about him; the air thick with everyone's collective unease and mounting anticipation.

"-'lo?"

Shouto's heart leapt excitedly at the sound of your sleep garbled voice. It had only been two days since you had last spoken but his constant state of worry had drawn the time out infinitely in front of him.

"Hi," he greeted breathlessly. "It's me."

"Shou?"

"Yeah," he swallowed, uncertain of what to say next but knowing he needed to continue. "I'm so sorry about calling you- I know you said you need space and I want to give that to you, really I do! But I got tapped by the Hero Commission to go abroad-"

"Abroad? Where?" You asked, the crinkling of your stiff sheets audible as you shifted around in your bed.

"Australia."

"Oh, the wildfires," you mumble, more coherent than before but still struggling to fully wake. "You're a good pick for that."

"Yeah. And I just- I didn't want to leave the country without talking to you."

A deep sigh from your end- weary and heavy in a way that makes Shouto's stomach clench in panic.

"You really want to do this? Right now? Over the phone? At-," more shifting and a groan. "Two in the morning?"

"I don't know," Shouto admitted, a slight quake in his voice. "What are we doing, exactly?"

You're quiet, too quiet. The silence held an oppressive weight that constricted Shouto's lungs and made him feel light headed. Spots were prickling along the edges of his vision when you finally spoke again.

"I…I think we're breaking up," you whispered, the soft words hitting him harder than any fist ever could.

"No," Shouto gasped. "I don't- I don't understand? Why? Why do you want to break up?"

"Are you serious right now?" You scoffed, sounding fully awake for the first time since you answered the phone. "It's obvious that we both want different things out of a relationship. We should just call it quits now and see if we can salvage our friendship."

"All I've ever wanted is to be with you- from the first moment I met you I knew I needed you in my life," Shouto insisted, tucking himself into a corner to try and carve out a tiny bit of privacy in the cramped locker room; his forehead pressed firmly against the wall in an attempt to ground himself against to torrent of emotions swirling inside of him.

"I don't know what exactly it is you wanted, Shouto. But I know it isn't me."

"Why don't you think that I wanted you- that I still want you? I thought we were happy, that we cared for each other?"

"I do care about you. I care about you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot," you sniffed wetly. "But I can't keep pretending that lo- liking you is enough anymore. I need more than just the bare minimum of affection."

"How can you say that?" Shouto snapped, ruffling his bangs in frustration. "What about all of our dates? The talks we've had? All the nights we've spent together? Did they really not mean anything to you?"

"They meant everything to me," you sobbed. "The past year with you has been the happiest time in my life."

"Then why?" Shouto begged, confused and heartbroken and livid in equal measure. "Why are we breaking up?"

"Because I deserve better !" you cry out, seemingly stunned by the force of your own yell; the line quiet for a moment before you draw a breath to continue. "I deserve a partner who isn't ashamed to introduce me to their family! A partner who wants to get to know the people who are important to me! A partner who- who isn't afraid to share a future with me!"

"I'm not afraid of a future with you," Shouto insisted desperately, his fingers numb from the over-tight grip he had on his phone.

"Please," you laugh, a broken sort of sound that would be seared into Shouto's memories. "I couldn't even get you to buy towels with me."

"We can do that when I get back home. We'll go back to the store and buy towels. I'll buy you every towel in the store. We'll have so many towels that you can use them once and then throw them away."

Another laugh, sharper than before; laced with incredulity. "You just don't get it, Shouto! This isn't just about the towels! Every time I've tried to mesh our lives together, to create an us you just- throw my efforts back into my face! And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of feeling selfish and needy. I just- I can't do this anymore."

Whatever response was going to pour thoughtlessly from his lips was interrupted by the loudspeaker on the far wall blaring to life, calling all the assembled Heroes to gather their gear and head to the runway.

"I have to go now," Shouto swallowed thickly, mouth dry and tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, blowing your nose loudly into the mouthpiece while Shouto threw his Go Bag over his shoulder.

"I'll call you when I land."

"It's…probably better if you don't."

"Oh," Shouto muttered as he stepped into the boarding queue.

"We should use this as an opportunity to make a clean break," you said with false confidence, the beeping of the microwave in the background alerting him that you had relocated to the kitchen. "This'll help us get used to not being together anymore."

"Okay," Shouto agreed miserably, because what else could he do? He wanted to be with you and you- you didn't want that. Not anymore, at least. There was no middle ground to find in this situation, no compromise that could be made. All he could do was acknowledge that he could no longer be with the woman he adored beyond all measure.

Shouto had lost the girl of his dreams because he had done what he'd always done; basked in the heady feeling of victory while blissfully ignoring the reality of the situation at hand.

His lack of follow through had, once again, been his downfall.

He fell into his narrow seat along the wall of the fuselage of the carrier plane, the middle filled of the aircraft packed with crates of respirators, air purifiers, and first aid supplies. Shouto fumbles with the buckles on his five-point harness, his hands shaking despite his best effort to keep them still.

"You okay, there?" Backdraft asks, extracting a novel from the bag at his feet as he settles in for the hop across the Pacific.

"No," Shouto whispers as he drops his head into his hands, his palms wet and ears ringing as the engines begin to roar to life. "No, I don't think I am."

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