#boku no hero academia fanfiction

Endeavor: an attempt to achieve a goal.

Summary: Self indulgent ficlet with a contemplative, worrisome Endeavor.

Warnings: None! Pure, unadulterated fluff.

The three remaining Todoroki children all come to a sudden realization: they hadn’t seen their father at home for quite some time. Everyday when they returned they find the house quiet. They knew their father worked long hours and was rarely home but often times when they were getting ready for the day, they would hear him leave. Now however they heard nothing when they were awake and nothing when they were asleep. The new dynamic at home was welcomed by the youngest of the three while the two eldest weren’t sure what to make of it, despite the new peace they were worried for his safety and well-being.

Enji would find his way to your home everyday after work, he’d set his shoes aside while you helped him remove his jacket. No words would be spoken, afraid the sound of speech would shatter the intimate moment. He’d wander over to the recliner you had bought for him and sit down, a short glass of bourbon in hand, to contemplate. The time varies. He may sit in silence from ten minutes to an hour. He’d sit alone or pull you into his large lap when you passed by. Those were the moments he’d cry. Letting the emotions he bottled up release in a torrent of self-doubt. Asking questions you didn’t have the answer to but helped explain away, your fingers combing through his crimson colored hair while he hid in the crook of your neck. Often how he wondered how much suffering he had to endure for sufficient recompense, what he had to do to prove he’s changed and learned from his mistakes. What he had to swear to reconcile with the people he’s hurt. That’s all he wanted and the longer time went on the heavier the task weighed, you tried to share the burden but this was his to resolve.

Contemplative silence accompanied with your presence was calming, grounding. Holding you in his arms he didn’t feel so alone, you relied on him and that made getting out of bed worth it. Your smile was the light of his life, your laughter the fuel to his fire, the way you looked at him in soft moments the reason he kept going.

The time varied but when he felt that he had recharged enough his attention is solely on you. You’ve been so attentive to his needs he can only repay in kind in his own awkward and unsure way. The first on his list is to always make sure you’ve eaten, your health one of his top priorities so he’ll ask if you have. Offering to make a meal with you or take you out, if neither of you are in the mood to socialize takeout is ordered right to your doorstep. The next nightly step is asking how your day was, letting you unload your worries and stresses onto his more than capable shoulders. He doesn’t want you to keep your emotions under lock and key, knowing full well how dangerous that can be. He’s not as wise as he wishes but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t offer you advice and even help with whatever has you down. Work to familial matters and everything in between. He wants to he relied on, to be the rock and light in your life just as you are to his. He’d do everything for you if he could but he’s aware that kind of relationship can turn toxic and he wants to avoid that if possible. Though he doesn’t know if any relationship with him no matter the length will stay stable. No more toxicity, no dependency and no fights. The motto he lives by throughout your relationship until its second nature. Healthy, happy and secure.

Your home becomes as cold as the Arctic whenever Enji is around. His quirk a blessing and a curse. Even when its deactivated Hellflame produces an exorbitant amount of heat, heat that when he’s trying to relax and wind down makes him unbearably uncomfortable. Solution? Crank that thermostat down as it could go. Compromise? Enji pays your electric bill and he keeps you warm with snuggling. Perfect compromise. It just works.

The Number One Hero is a walking furnace, a furnace that has no qualms about you using him as a bed. Its the least he can do for putting you through the cold for his sake. Your form resting against his while a thin blanket is draped across your bodies for privacies sake as an extra layer of insulation. His hand is large, fingers thick and calloused and barely used to administrating soft touches. He tries. Hand laying at the curve of your back, his fingertips brushing across your spine, your head laying on his broad chest. The moment is serene. The occasional activation of the air conditioner breaking the quietness of the room, the whirring of the blades drowned out by the thudding heartbeat directly underneath your ear. There was something unique about sleeping with a hero, the top ranking hero at that, that made the world feel different. Feel safe. The worries of the world and the villains all melted away.

Eventually the thumping of Enji’s heart and the exhaustion of the day catches up with you, lulling you to sleep without your consent. You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re in a dream, whatever blessed reprieve from the outside world taking control of your senses. Hands play with your hair and massage the knots out of your muscles so delicately, ghosts of touches placed on your skin while the your half waits to follow you to the Dreamland.

Sleep never comes to Enji easily, never has. Even when he pushed his body to the point of falling apart he’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling, and even witnessing the sunrise once or twice before he’d fall asleep. Never for long. An hour or two at the moment. That’s not the case with you. The sleep cycle he’s known the majority of his life gets turned on its head in your presence, in your arms he nods off before he can stop the encroaching slumber. Part of him welcomes it with open arms and the other, the ever alert hero, needs him to stay awake. He knows he’s the target of many villains and needs to be vigilant to ensure your safety. His heart clenches in despair whenever his intrusive thoughts turn down the path of losing you. Getting caught in the crossfire or kidnapped to be used against him are two possibilities that do keep him up at night, thoughts swimming of what would happen if he lost you. His ultimate failure.

He doesn’t notice you’ve woken up until your hands are on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and your worried voice calling out his name. Snapped back to reality he always apologizes for waking you, never accepting that you simply needed water as an answer. You must’ve known and felt his worry in your sleep, his teeth grind together when he gets lost in his own thoughts.

“You won’t let that happen, I’ll never leave you”, he’s always stunned silent whenever you say such things. His firstborn, his wife, his other children, his family. You have so much trust in him to give him hope like that, he’d understand if you feared the relationship with him would have the same outcome but you don’t. Day-after-day building him to be better and more than he was. His large arms scoop you up and hold you close, if he didn’t fear what you’d think of him he’d let a handful of tears slip. He had never known happiness this unbridled, this pure before. It defeated him every way imaginable and he wanted more, the only thing granted to him unreservedly that he’d accept. Keeping you from the cold, saving you from the villains, letting you mould him, helping him reconcile with his remaining family..

He’d endeavor through it all with you.

Intering With Ground Zero: Part 10

“It really is beautiful.” Your voice carried into the wind, nothing for it to bounce off of and come back to you. Lacing your fingers together you clasped your hands between your legs. Gazing down over the ledge you sat on, the occasional gentle tap of your heel on the side of the resort. Bakugou grunted in responce. Lounged back with his hands planted on the rooftop behind him as the two of you watched as the birds dance through the golden sky, disapearing into pastel clouds.

After the party you’d wanted to get away for a moment. Feeling a little overwhelmed, memories of an empty childhood fueling your distaste for holidays and birthday celebrations. Contrasting in such a full night, it left you feeling a bitter sweet bliss. Surrounded by loved ones, friends who had become family while overcominh dull memories of why this day had come to be nothing more than another day to you. It felt strange.

Still you took comfort in finding a quiet place to watch the sunset. Bakugou having wandered off himself to find you. The two of you sat primarily in silence, watching as in the distance Hugo plodded around below at the treeline, picking flowers as curious woodland animals scurried away at the walking mountain approaching.

“So you and Dunce-face eh?” Bakugou grumbled after time melted into nothing and the sun crept lower on the horizon. Shifting his focus from the trees to your profile. Eyes drinking in your glow, how your hair fell behind your ears, the way your nose swooped and your lips puckered when you were lost in thought. Feeling a strange pang in his chest as the words left his lips. Whilst still maintaining a cool and indifferent exterior.

“We had a moment I guess, he’s really sweet if you get him alone.” You explained with a shrug. Mimicking Bakugou’s lounged back position you turned to face him. Struck by how much the golden hour light brought out his eyes. Eyes that gave a hint at him perhaps not being so indifferent after all.

Taking a moment of silence Bakugou pulled back from the edge of the roof. Shifting he turned to face you. “So you want to be with him.” He moreso stated than asked, allowing a bit of a frown to etch into his features. Creace forming in his brow as the thought proved to piss him off a bit more than you’d have expected from…well your boss.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’m not looking to rush into anything but its nice to feel mushy with someone I guess.” You admitted, tilting your head to the side; attempting to get a better read on him.

“Tsk, well it doesn’t have to be with the first one who shows intrest.” Bakugou rasped. Muscles visibly tensing as he broke your gaze. Shifting back to sit cross legged and watch the horizon again.

“Duh, and he’s hardly the first to show intrest. I have a life outside the agency Bakugou, you know that right?” Suddenly feeling a bit defensive, and wanting his focus back you reached a hand over and turned his shoulder. Making him face you again.

“Do you? I wouldn’t know I guess. With you spending so many late nights in the office your practically live there.” Bakugou pressed. Keeping his positioning but allowing you to make him look at you yet again. Your retort falling on deaf ears as his quip hardly held importance to what was really on his mind.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” Waving a hand in front of his face you quirked a brow when he failed to respond.

At this Bakugou drew in a deep breath, pulled himself up to his knee. Before you could comprehend what was happening he planted a hand on the ground next to your hip, placing the other on the back of your neck. His face brought close so quickly you only had a moment to flick your doe eyes from his red gaze down to his partially parted lips before he pressed them into yours.

Using the leverage of the hand tangled in your hair to press you even closer into the kiss. Parting his lips against yours as you melted into his assertive touch. Stomach swimming with an eruption of feelings, his smell wrapping around you. The taste of birthdsa cake still on his lips and tongue as he guided you into a deeper lip lock. Soon his other hand was gripping you hip. Traveling up your side until both hands held your cheeks, tilting your face up as he delved his tongue deeper into your mouth.

Knelt above your seated position as the last of the sunset melted from the sky. Leaving you bathing in the dusk, entangled with him, letting go being the farthest thing from your mind.

Dormatory Fun

“There. Now you’re all set.” Bakugou declared placing his hands on his hips and admiring his handy work with a satisfied smirk. 

Giggling you nodded in agreement before throwing your arms around him from behind and nuzzling into his back. “Yup! It’s perfect thank you Kacchan.” You chirped, your excitement overtaking your voice. 

“You know, something is a bit off come to think of it.” Bakugou mulled over the thought aloud causing you to let go. 

Tilting your head to the side you looked around your dormatory puzzled. “Wha-? Oof!” you were caught off guard as Bakugou suddenly tackled you to the couch pinning you down. 

“We haven’t broken it in.” Bakugo purred into your ear before giving it a little nip, eliciting a yelp from you. 

“Hey! W-watch it!” you stammered through your attempt to chastise him but weren’t exactly in the possition to be giving orders. The pressure of his hips against yours made a knot form in your stomach and you felt your body temperature raise steadily. 

“Oh I am, trust me babe. Watching you squirm is half the fun.” Bakugou chuckled against your neck causing you to growl in frustration. 

Tossing your head to the side you threw your body weight with it in an attempt to escape his grasp, only to earn a low rumble from your boyfriend who grasped your hip bone, pushing your shirt up slightly so he could feel your soft skin. At the same time teasingly drawing his tongue over the nape of your neck before peppering it with kisses. 

“K-kacchan…” You mewled weakly, your attempt to struggle turned into you sliding your hands down his body and tucking your fingers into the waist band of his pants, rolling your hips against his. 

Bakugou bit down on your clavical and drew his tongue over the mark smirking when you cried out. Catching his breath he pulled back from you, propping himself up "Here… Let me help you with that.“ 

So imagine if I actually posted on here, right? 

Well I’m going to start again, all you have to do is send me a description of you, what fandom you want, and for the next few days I’ll be doing match ups again. 

I can do

-My Hero Academia 

-Sailor Moon

-League of Legends

-Genshin Impact

-Persona

Come on ya’ll.. I’m motivated and I’m ready. I’ll start tonight so let’s gooo.