all might / toshinori yagi : - is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it ) - uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror - forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )
present mic / hizashi yamada : - makes his own songs / cover songs - lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all ) - has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair
eraserhead / aizawa shouta : - wears glasses - got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, ) - had a pet hamster called momo when he was little
mr. principal / nezu : - is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster - he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, ) - never finds his shoesize in the adults section
midnight / nemuri kayama : - only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily - has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk - got heartbroken many times,,,,
thirteen : - often gets misgendered, because of her costume - is considered scary when it comes to her quirk - is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture
ectoplasm : - super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers ) - draws smiley faces on good tests - has a good fashion style but fails to show it
( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)
if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !
I managed to save up a couple of my pieces from the break to share with you all while I work on my second last semester! Gotta come up with my own idea which is both cool and nerve wracking!
you knew since the moment you clumsily crashed into him on the ice rink, made eye contact with one another and held your breathe — that shouto todoroki had captured your heart to the point of no return.
you won’t ever forget the patience he had when you tried to remove yourself from him yet kept on slipping back towards his body, further entangling the both of you together.
he waits until you’ve calmed enough to focus your attention on him again before speaking up, assuring you that it was alright and he wasn’t angry or any of that sort at all. even going as far as to ask you if you got hurt and apologizes for not catching you.
gazing at his heterochromia eyes, you fought away the nervousness in yourself in favor of savoring the time you had being so close to your oh so dear friend.
you’ve thought him handsome and pretty on the first day you’ve seen him sat on his desk in yuuei. you also pondered the idea if he was secretly a prince in some country and was forced to stay here with people like you the longer you eyed his default blank face. for someone who was entering the hero industry, todoroki sure gave of the feeling of being a model or an idol instead (of course that didn’t mean good-looking people like him aren’t fit to become heroes. he’s more than capable of being a fantastic hero).
you never had any problem interacting with the man in front of you. there’s the occasional awkwardness you get from his personality that can’t be avoided but you all worked it out. in the end, your friendship was something you cherished greatly.
that is until tonight when you finally admit to yourself that you may have been developing some not-so platonic feelings for the half and half for quite a while.
were you willing to lose what you have with him just so you could tell him what you felt?
“(y/n),”
his voice brings you back to the present.
not only that, his touch on your skin undeniably breaks the troubling thoughts that is swirling inside your head.
“did falling perhaps damaged your brain?”
you would have laughed your ass off because of his unexpected choice of words if it wasn’t for the seriousness of his tone and the worry in his eyes. scratch that, his words aren’t unexpected at all. in fact, it was very shouto-like.
you shake your head and contently sighed while touching his warm hand that was placed on your right cheek. he reacts to your actions with a suprise look crossing his face, as if he hadn’t think you would do that.
he made no move to detach himself from you and you revel in the soft moment you two are sharing as of now in the nearly empty ice rink you had invited him and the others — who unfortunately couldn’t come — to go to and enjoy quality time while you were on your break.
“how do you feel?”
he asks you after seconds have passed and you’re still in the same position as earlier, forgetting the cold hard floor and the few people who had skate passed by where you two were laying upon.
“i feel like i need a kiss from you to make the ache on my head go away.”
you cheekily replied. you might not have the courage to confess but that won’t stop you from messing around and letting him know bits of your pining here and there.
it’s not like he’ll notice anything with him being somewhat oblivious to your hints and cues. nothing prepared you for what transpired next though.
you really ought to choose the things you say to todoroki or else he’d take them earnestly and do exactly what you were hoping him to do.
it was nothing more than a simple graze of his lips on your forehead and yet it flustered you to no end.
he quickly escapes from your hold and stared at anything else other than you. todoroki’s ears are slightly flushed and you notice him take a deep inhale as if he was anxious for what you’d do after that whole situation.
“is the pain gone now?”
it took you a moment to register his new question. grabbing the scarf that hangs loosely on your neck, you burrowed half of your face to hide the embarasssement that’s creeping inside you. you didn’t realize that he did the same thing.
“y-yeah. thanks, shouto.”
as you try to recollect yourself, you wondered if the man with you meant anything about that kiss he gave.
before you could come up with something plausible in your mind that didn’t involve him liking you back (because you didn’t think he even saw you that way) you see him reaching for your hand. you willingly give it to him and watch as he tenderly intertwines your fingers together.
“you might get a cold if we stay like this.”
todoroki says nothing else so you nod in agreement. he lifts you up and you momentarily lose your balance from how long your legs were sat on the freezing ice. one of his hand grabs your waist to steady you as you feel him hold your other one tighter while your free hand takes place on his shoulder.
you send a shy laugh his way when you realize how close your bodies are with each other again. it doesn’t bother you that you feel like a damsel in front of him even when you know you’re very much capable of going toe to toe with todoroki in a fight.
“this is nice.”
you say softly, brushing away a few strands of his colored hair that’s blocking his eyes making sure to evenly split away the red from the white. you hear him chuckle and as you stare at his eyes that always manages to keep your attention, you see that unmistakable familiar emotion in them when he looks at you back.
it’s the same expression you have for him, that expression of longing and wanting to be something more than just what you have right now.
maybe you weren’t wrong about your feelings being reciprocated after all should you find yourself confessing tonight.
a/n - reupload because i couldn’t decide if i should post it or not */dives back to bed
summary : todoroki falls in love with you slowly everyday
tw/cw : todoroki x gn reader, love at first sight, todoroki falls in love with you more every single day, ways todoroki falls in love, todoroki comfort, pure pure pure fluff, the whole story is basically flashbacks, there is religious references (angel), pet names are used (love, my love, my dear, darling, baby)
a/n : first todoroki fic lets go, had to make up for the angst shinso fic LMAO
todoroki stared at the sleeping form beside him. yes, it’s was late, but he couldn’t help it. the gleaming moonlight on your skin made you look like a beautiful angel. slowly, his thoughts lead to the four ways that lead him to this moment.
A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!
I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T
Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die
Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing
@saralight-42 suggested including the entire class so your wish shall be my command! I really do be bringing in the background characters asdfghjkl
Chapter 1
The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves
The day had just started like any other.
It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors.
“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.
“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre.
The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.
There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks.
Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty.
“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”
Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.
“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear.
“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.
“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded.
“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table.
“Upupupup…” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”
“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back.
“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.”
“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth.
“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.”
“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.
“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”
“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?”
It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”
“And if we don’t…?”
“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter.
“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively.
“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”
“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been.
“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.”
“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament.
He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything.
“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.”
“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.
“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned.
“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”
“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.”
“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.
“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.
“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?”
“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”
“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said.
“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation.
“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair.
“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked.
“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired.
“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.
“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.
“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.
“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”
“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”
“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled.
“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys…?”
A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.
It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”
The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious.
The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again.
“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!”
Omg a bnha x danganronpa kind of thing where class 1a have to kill the correct 2 people and if they don’t then they’ll all die but one of them’s actually the traitor.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Welcome to the fifth of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Fifth up is Shoto Todoroki with the candy heart saying “Love Bug”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt:Shoto Todoroki is all cool and collected until you come into the picture. Now his stomach flips when you give him a smile and he feels his cheeks flush when you give him a high five after training. It’s official - he’s got the bug.
A/N: And here’s the fifth! I had a ton of writing this one - it’s funny and fluffy and Shoto being an unintentional comedian. Aight it’s really late now and I should probs get to bed but yay so happy this one is done and posted! I hope y’all enjoy
Word Count: 1.4K
Shoto Todoroki’s stomach hurt. Well, maybe hurt was not the correct word to use, but it didn’t feel right. “Churning” was too severe a word, Shoto thought. When someone said “churning” it would just make him think of some 1800s person laboriously churning butter. So, obviously, that wasn’t what he was feeling.
Having the butterflies made it seem like something a bit more insignificant. Shoto’s had the butterflies on many occasions. When he visited his mom for the first time since he was eight years old and when Kaminari had teased him about his friendship with you - those were times when calling that feeling “butterflies” was appropriate. What he was feeling was much, much weirder.
Maybe he had some sort of illness, perhaps a stomach flu of somesort. That had to be the answer, because it felt like his organs were currently performing backflips and somersaults as he tried to pay attention to the conversation you and him were having in the Heights Alliance library.
“I just feel like, maybe, if I cut my hair here,” you say, pointing about two or three inches up from the tips of your Y/H/C tresses, “it won’t bother me as much at training as it’s doing right now. I mean, there will still be flyaways that I have to deal with, but I can always get a headband for that.” Your eyes try to find his, but those heterochromatic irises are lost in space. “Shoto?” He shakes himself out of his mental rut.
“Sorry, you were saying?” He asks, embarrassed that he doesn’t remember what you were saying. You smile and wave him off, settling more into your chair.
“It’s no big deal. Where were you just now?” You ask him, earning a shake of his head. He fiddles with his fingers for a bit, glancing at them, before looking back up to you.
“I think I’m sick.” At his words, your eyes go wide.
“Do you- are you nauseous?” You worry, getting up and out of your chair to press your hand against his forehead. If his face didn’t already feel warm, it certainly felt so now. “Jeez Sho, I think you might have a fever or something!” You say, taking your hand back from his skin and frowning.
“Oh, uh, it’s probably nothing like that-”
“We should get you back to your dorm. When I was a kid and ignored the fever I had, I was stuck in bed for days. I don’t want you to get that sick.” The concern on your face was what made him concede. He stood up slowly and stumbled a bit, making you lurch forward to grab his arm, linking it with yours. “You okay?”
“Yes, I think I’m fine,” but the flipping in his stomach turned into an award winning gymnastics routine. He already knew his face was read and his heart was beating quickly, and the only thing he could come up with for an easy out was a not so lovely excuse.
“I, uh, I think I’m gonna throw up.” He says, staggering away from you unceremoniously to heighten the effect of his white lie.
“Like right now? Should I run and get a bucket?!” You exclaim, eyes darting around the room until your eyes latch on a trash can.
“I’m just gonna go back to my dorm.” Shoto says quickly, already moving to scamper off to his dorm.
“Wait-” You were already holding the trash can in your arms when you saw him turn the corner and bolt down the hallway, leaving you dumbfounded amongst the bookshelves. “What the hell just happened.”
Shoto has his hands in his hair as he sits on his bed and his phone by his side. Why’d he have to lie like that? And to get away from you? He likes hanging out with you! He cherishes hanging out with you. He loves hanging out with you! He lovesyou!
He loves you. His eyes go wider than they already are as he lets his head fall back against his bed to stare at the tiled ceiling. Is that why his stomach twists and his face flushes when he sees you? Was he having such a hard time dealing with the reality of him loving someone that his body thinks he’s trying to fight off some life-threatening disease?! Just when he was about to search up “why do crushes make you ill”, his door burst open revealing you weidling a thermometer like a sword. With an angry expression that makes Shoto shut his computer in an instant, you march towards him and grab his jaw. Stunned, Shoto freezes in place as you pry open his mouth and stick the thermometer beneath his tongue. A painfully silent 40 seconds pass between the two of you before you take the device out and look at the reading.
“98.6 degrees fahrenheit - literally a perfect temperature. I see no disarray in your room so as to make me believe you either threw up in a bucket or in the toilet, so you’re not sick.” You speak like an attorney proving the most damning piece of evidence in a court case and Shoto feels like he’s the guilty defendant put up on trial.
“Well, uh, maybe the thermometer is wrong-”
“Shoto, what is up with you? I put my hand on your forehead to check for a fever and then you sprint from the room as soon as I try to help. Is it something I did?” You ask, exasperation leaking from your voice. Did I- oh my god I didn’t even ask if it was okay to check your temperature.” You realize, your hands going up to your cheeks in horror. “Shoto, I am so sorry.” The red-and-white haired boy just waves his hands in front of his face and shakes his head.
“No, no, it’s not that. It’s fine, it was fine when you did that.” He says, reassuring you. A confused expression crosses your face as you let your hands fall back against your side.
“Then, what was it? It really did look like you were about to be sick all over the room back there. Your face was really red and your skin felt all flushed and clammy.” As you sit down next to him, he moves a couple of inches away from you. Looking down at the new space in between the two of you, your lips tug into a slight frown. “Is it me?” Your voice, a sort of airy vacancy gracing your tone that wasn’t ever present before when you were speaking. And Shoto’s heart broke a bit hearing it.
“No it’s not you. Well, I mean, it is you-”
“Right. Got it-”
“But in the best way!” He exclaims, grabbing onto your hands and holding them in his. Your eyes widen and, this time, your face feels hot and flushed.
“Uh-yeah, um I think I get what you mean now.” You mumble.
“You do?” You don’t respond verbally, but your frantic nod says enough. “I was, uh, going to look it up. Why it makes me feel like that when you smile at me.”
“For the same reason it makes me feel like that when you hold my hands.” You breathe, a fluttery laugh tumbling from your mouth. “You’ve got the bug. The lovebug.” And just like that, you’re back. He chuckles a bit before laying down on his bed, more gracefully this time, and opening his arm as an invitation for you to do the same. You flop beside him with a silly grin on your face. Without hesitation, you place a kiss on his cheek, but at the last second, he turns to look at you. Your lips meet his and Shoto pulls back instantly.
“Are you okay with me kissing you?” He asks, allowing you to back out of the accidental kiss if you wanted to.
“Yeah. Just don’t throw up on me when you do, okay?” You quip. Shoto rolls his eyes and cups your cheek.
“C’mere,” he says, latching his lips onto yours. As his lips crash back into yours, you sigh in content and relish in the moment. You think the feeling of your heart quickening when he steps into the room and the butterflies he gets in his stomach will lessen and eventually go away, but the root of those feelings will always stay. You love him and he loves you - a bug that you would happily be subject to for the rest of your life.
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