(hey i wanted to request silly girl by chloe moriondo with shoto???)
A/N: Here I am with another Todoroki fic! I’m pretty happy with how it turned out - it’s not a typical kind of fic that I’d write about Shoto, but I think the song paired nicely with it. It’s more serious than sweet I would say, but def fluffy at the v end. Also this song is so good omg. Anyways, thank you so much for requesting this within the event, I hope you love it!!!
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Shoto Todoroki gave you butterflies. He gave you that head-over-heels, “kicking your feet in the air” kind of feeling that makes you realize you’re in love. And not just that casual crush kind of thing - it was the kind of love where you smiled at him whenever you walked into class. That kind of love where you looked at him first after you finished a presentation, to see if he was nodding his head in agreement with your statements.
He appeared to be too good for the world, too lovely. When there was even a shadow of a smile, a chorus of angels seemed to sing and shine a halo on top of his head. He learned and spoke and trained with such grace and poise, like a ballerina not breaking a sweat during a difficult variation. His clothes were always ironed and fit him well and his hair flopped over his forehead in such a way that it looked like someone had meticulously set every strand into its place purposefully and methodically. To you, Shoto Todoroki was perfect.
What you didn’t know was that after he closed the door to his dorm room, he could do little to prevent himself from collapsing on his floor, his head in his hands. You didn’t know that some nights he would get so sad thinking about his family that he’d cry until he was hiccuping and felt like he was about to throw up. Or about the way he’d wrap himself in a blanket so tightly it felt like his mother giving him a hug, even though he hadn’t had one from her since he was eight years old. Shoto Todoroki was not a pristine tea plate in a fine china set. He was cracked. Falling apart. Broken.
But Shoto hid it well. He placed that soft indifferent mask on his face and went about his day, trying to force that worry and insecurity and heartbreak down, down beneath that facade. No slipping up, no making a scene. Perfection.
You weren’t meant to be up this late, however, a strong urge for a cup of tea had you out of your bed and walking down the hallways. It was late at night, or rather, really early in the morning so all of your classmates’ dorm lights were turned off. As you passed door after door, it was kind of funny. Some had white noise turned on, others calming piano music. Just another thing that made you love dorm life so much - the individuality. However, something was starkly out of place. The further down you walked, the more light seemed to be spilling out of a door. Cracked open just a smidge, you frowned. Who on earth is up this late? You thought to yourself, your feet carrying you a little quicker to the light source. Peeking at the name plate next to the door you sucked in a breath. Etched onto the plastic read the name “Shoto Todoroki”. You shook your head, taking a step back. It’s not my business to question why he’s up so late. You tell yourself, looking towards the end of the hallway where the common room lay, begging you to come and make a cup of tea. However, when you heard a faint sniffle, your head snapped back to his door. Not. My. Business, you force into your brain. Squeezing your eyes shut and spinning back around, you make to get your warm beverage. What stops you dead in your tracks is when you hear a cry. A cry, coming from Shoto’s room. Shoto was crying.
You knock softly, not too loud to wake anyone up but loud enough for him to hopefully hear. Immediately, the sniffles and quiet sobs stopped. You looked towards the ground to see a shadow slowly appearing and becoming bigger as he moved towards the door. It creaked open gently, and as soon as you saw his face, a part of you crumbled. His hair was messy, his pajamas rumpled. His heterochromatic eyes were glazed over with tears and tinged with red. You could see that his cupid’s bow was a bit wet as well, probably due to a runny nose.
“Oh, L/N. Did you need something?” He asked, however it came out more like a statement. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say before shaking your head. “Alright then, good night.” He says, moving to shut the door. You’re too quick, though, placing a hand on the door to prevent any further movement.
“I don’t need something,” you say a bit shyly, though your eyes gave a steadier impression, “but I think you do.” He said nothing, but continued to look at you. It felt like you were at a stalemate in a game of chess, neither of you were budging. Until the red-and-white haired boy conceded and swept the door open quickly, making you stumble into the room and almost fall face-first onto the floor. He didn’t say anything, but sat down on his futon quietly. “I just, uhm,” you begin, fiddling with your fingers and trying your hardest to not make a fool of yourself. “I wanted to make sure that you’re okay.” He looked up at you quickly after you said that and slightly narrowed his eyes.
“Does it seem to you like I’m ‘okay’?” You swallowed slightly and shook your head, more confident this time.
“No, it doesn’t seem like that. You’re one of, if not, the most put together people I know. This doesn’t really seem like you.”
“On the contrary, this happens quite often, it’s just that no one knows.” He says, laying down and staring at the ceiling.
“Is there anything I can get you to help? I was actually on my way to get a cup of tea, but maybe you might like a pillow or something to hold on to-”
“No, nothing tangible will help with this.” Shoto says, his tone a bit cold.
“What about if I listen?”
“Listen to what?”
“Whatever is troubling you. I don’t judge, I promise.” Shoto snorts a bit at your response.
“Didn’t you just say I’m so put together? You were alluding that I am someone who is perfect, so this will certainly prove to be troubling to your idea of me.”
“Perceptions change and people have layers.” You say simply, laying down on the floor next to him. “I like to get to know people, and if you’re not completely who I thought you were, who cares? It’s not people’s ideas of you who matter most.” You don’t see it, but he cracks a small smile.
“Okay then.” And so he tells you. He tells you everything that makes him cry and worry and keeps him up at night. He cries through most of it as he confesses the darkness of his life, both in fear of it finally coming to light and relief. Relief that another person now knows what’s been troubling him since infancy. He tells you how his mother was taken away from him before the age of ten after she scarred his face. He tells you about his father and how every part of that man’s being plagues him. He confides in you about his siblings and how detached he felt from them, and how he was too young to know his older brother that died. He tells you how completely cracked and shattered he truly feels.
“Todoroki, do you know what kintsugi is?” You ask, your eyes growing a little droopy from drowsiness but still fighting to stay open. You see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye. You take a breath, and then continue. “It’s an art where people repair broken pottery, china, and other stuff like that by sort of gluing the pieces back together with gold. It’s so that people know it was previously broken, but it’s made even more beautiful than it originally was with pretty golden seams.” You shift your head to look at Shoto to find he was already looking at you, a fresh wave of tears in his eyes. A couple of your own start to slip down your cheeks as you smile widely at him. “And I know that you said you were broken. I believe you truly were. But I see the gold that binds you back together. You’re not perfect. You’re not without flaws. But you’re incredible, and admirable, and so completely brave for being able to live what you’ve lived through and be who you are.” And, for the first time, Shoto smiles at you - truly smiles at you. It’s wobbly and his lips were stained with salty tears, but he was smiling. “And so many people love you for it. All of us do. So please don’t be afraid to cry in front of us or confide in us. Please be you with us.” You say, basically pleading. Shoto chuckles a bit and nods his head. A smile graces your cheeks as you sit up. “Good” You say simply, standing up and smoothing out your pajamas.
“Are you going?” He asks, standing up quickly.
“While it is Saturday tomorrow, it’s also 2:30 in the morning, so I should probably get some sleep.” You sigh, yawning. He nods but looks slightly crestfallen. You hold his hands and give him a sleepy grin. “I’m going to bed, but I’ll be awake in the morning. Come find me then, okay?” You say, earning a squeeze of your hand back. “Sweet dreams, Shoto.” You say, slipping from his room into the dark of the night.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He whispers, turning off his light and falling onto his futon. For the first time in years, he doesn’t have nightmares. Instead, when his head hit the pillow, he found himself dreaming of you.
WARNINGS: Major Injury (and descriptions of it including blood and all the yucky stuff that comes along with it), slight angst, comfort
A/N: Okay so I had the idea, thought it was gonna be like 1.5K words max, and it turned out to be 3.6K. Idk what happened, but I just got super into it and let it take me where it took me. I love a good hurt comfort ESPECIALLY when it’s an injury/sickness, and I realized I hadn’t really written one for a Shoto x reader! So, here it is. I always appreciate feedback and constructive criticism, so please feel free to leave recommendations, observatiosn, or greetings in the comments! My next post will be a request from @smallxbunny which are some Shinso headcanons! They should be out within the week <3. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this one!
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Bad things have happened on missions before. Puncture wounds, falling unconscious, and gashes over your legs and arms were not uncommon occurrences when fighting villains. What was nice was that when you and your coworkers would get scooped up by a helicopter, armored car, or even an undercover ice cream truck, there would be healers. People with quirks - like U.A. ’s beloved Recovery Girl - would be there to lend a helping hand, healing your wounds and setting your bones with a wave of their hand or a kiss on the cheek. But today… today those helicopters and armored cars and ice cream trucks would not be able to get to you. Recovery Girl and those healers would not be able to squeeze their way through the shallow opening of the cave composed of rubble that you were currently trapped in. This was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing.
Your breaths were becoming shallower with each passing moment. Has it been three hours since you’ve been stuck in this cage made up of rocks or has it only been thirty minutes? You have no idea - your concept of time has been stripped from you ever since you were knocked out. But now you were awake, and you knew of only three things.
One. It was dark, but little beams of light wedged its way through the cracks and fissures that separated the boulders. That meant it had to be day or you were in a place with a lot of light. You had begun this mission at dawn this morning, so that had to have meant you’ve been here for only about two hours.
Two. The pain in your torso was unbearable. You had let your fingers travel to feel your skin beneath your hero costume, just above where the supposed injury was. When you lift your hand, your fingers are covered in blood. Dark, red, blood.
Three. The man across from you is freaking out. Pacing back and forth, hands running themselves through his red and white hair, eyes wide. You understood, though. If it was him in your place, you’d be doing the same thing. You probably would be a step further - pulling your hair out and crying, maybe. Because he was your best friend. And you were his.
You cough a couple times, eliciting a gasp of pain from your throat. Immediately, Shoto’s by your side, crouching down and looking at you. His hand went up to cup your cheek, trembled, and then he set it back down by his side. A tired smile spread across your cheeks, your eyelids droopy.
“You can do that,” you say softly, gaining Shoto’s eyes on yours. “I don’t mind.” His smile was tight-lipped, but he obliged, letting his shaking hand cradle your cheek. You let the weight of your head fall into his calloused palm.
“I tried radioing to the team that we need backup ASAP.” He murmurs, brushing the stray strands of your hair from your face, tucking them behind your ears. From his tone of voice, you knew that the result was not successful.
“We’re gonna be here for a while, huh?” You say, feeling faint and a little queasy. Shoto nods, an apologetic look on his face. You scanned him quickly - there were no incredibly bad injuries, just little cuts across his arms and it looked like he got nicked on the cheek when the two of you got trapped. Two or three of the little capsules on his utility belt were missing.
“It looks like it - but everything should be okay. You were only knocked out, right? Nothing else too bad?” Shoto asked, the back of his hand coming up to feel your forehand. The second his hand touched your skin, he retreated it immediately.
“Damn, your forehead feels incredibly hot – do you have a fever? Were you feeling bad this morning?” Swallowing was hard since your mouth was incredibly dry, but that’s the only reaction you could put forth. You were feeling perfectly fine this morning - the both of you knew that. Chipper as always, with a cup of coffee in your hands, you were in perfect health. That only meant one thing.
“I guess I have one now,” you say, heaving a deep breath. You try and pry your hero suit open, just around your abdomen, when your best friend turns around, a light flush taking residence upon his cheeks. “Sho,” you say breathlessly. “You need to turn around, because you need to help me.” The tremble in your voice was what did it for him. You never let yourself express pain like that before - not even when a villain had sliced a gash clean open on your calf.
“Okay, tell me what I have to do.” Shoto asked, curiosity and worry thick in his words. You let your head lean back on the rock wall, looking up at the speckled “ceiling.” You closed your eyes and breathed in and out, willing yourself not to cry.
“There’s a zipper at the top of my costume. I need you to pull it down. I have a black tank top underneath, so don’t worry about… just don’t worry.” You describe, your arms falling at your side. Nodding, Shoto steps forward, finding the zipper just underneath your chin. His fingers brushed your jaw for just a second before he slowly started unzipping your outer jacket. Finally, it zipped off and he was able to peel it away, only to suck in a breath. His eyes landed on the spot that your tank top was covering, soaked in blood and a clear, defined cut in the fabric.
“Y/N…” he says, his voice quiet but laced with heavy distress.
“You’ve gotta,” you start, taking a big breath in between your words, “peel the top up. To look at the wound.” You felt incredibly bad that you had to put him in this position. You’ve known Shoto long enough to know he was squeamish - in high school whenever someone got a flesh wound, he’d not-so-subtly excuse himself or disappear from the scene. Here, however, he didn’t bat an eye. He grabbed the bottom of the black fabric and pulled up, earning a wince on your face and a slight groan of pain. You could tell just from his face it was bad.
When you finally got a good look at your injury, you wanted to vomit. The skin surrounding it was blotchy and discolored with pus leaking out.
“Y/N,” Shoto began, voice wavering. He finally meets your gaze again, and you wish you could rid his eyes of all that worry and concern. “What the hell happened out there.”
Things were going okay. Actually, better than okay. Things were going great. The stealth part of the mission had been a success - the undercover team had gotten the documents that your agency required you to secure and they were only two minutes away from the safe spot where you, Shoto, and the rest of your team were waiting. It was a little spot in the woods and the ground was quite clear, so you resorted to hiding up in the trees. The smell of pine was lulling you into a comfortable silence as you leaned up against the trunk. Your legs were dangling off of a branch and you let them swing. But then a strangled voice on your intercom broke through.
“Mayday! Mayday! Y/H/N do you copy?!” Quickly, you lept into action and touched your ear, enabling your microphone.
“I copy! What’s your status!?” On pure instinct, you’re gliding through the woods, jumping onto tree branches and swinging from tree to tree.
“We need backup, stat! We’re right near the entrance, villains on our tail!”
“On it, I’ll be there in thirty seconds.” And, true to your word, you were there. Taking down villain after villain, you were successful in getting the undercover team out. Scanning quickly around the area, it seemed to be clear.
“Not even leaving one for me,” you smiled as you heard Shoto’s voice, his arms crossed and a faux-unimpressed expression on his face.
“Gotta be quicker next time Sho,” you chirp, jogging to his side and giving him a nudge with your elbow, “I wanna see you use that new move of yours at some point.” Shoto tilts his head and gives you a small smile. You should’ve been more aware of your surroundings. You shouldn’t have been so concerned about if your hair looked kind of crazy or if there was something in your teeth. But it was Shoto walking next to you, giving you a smile, and a slight breeze was ruffling his hair. You couldn’t really focus if his hair was behaving like that.
That was when they struck. Hiding in the shadows, three villains pounced upon the two of you. One was made up of a sort of slime, able to spread and encircle both you and Shoto. The two of you scrambled into a back-to-back position, ridding yourselves of any blind spots. But that didn’t matter. The villain facing Shoto raised his gemstone and mineral-covered arms, plowing out the earth beneath yours and your best friend’s feet, sending you down, down, down. That would’ve been enough, however the villain facing you must’ve felt left out. It seemed like they were throwing out her shoulder, like they were trying to effectively dislocate it from their body. Instead of squealing in pain, though, the villain let her arm transform into a drill barbed with some sort of liquid and sent it plunging beneath your armored jacket, right into your torso. In less than a blink, you were left unconscious – the only thing you registered before falling into darkness was Shoto’s arms around you, one holding you to his body and the other bracing your head, his cheek on yours and his head tucked in.
“Barbed arm,” you say as Shoto unclipped his utility belt, unhooking all of the little capsules. “Right before we fell, she got me,” you huffed, a slight laugh accompanying your words. Shoto clicked his tongue and shook his head as he examined the capsules, only finding bandages and burn cream in the ones he had.
“Dammit, dammit!” He hissed, taking the capsules and shoving them to the side. He was sitting with his back turned to you, staring at his hands.
“Just bandage me up, I’m fine,” you say, trying to convince the red-and-white haired man that he had some control over the situation.
“Y/N/N… Y/N/N you have blood poisoning. You need help, now.” He had no control over this situation. All he could do was sit and watch as your status worsened. And that it did.
Chills began to rack your entire body, shaking your entire frame. Shoto did decide to bandage it, even though it wouldn’t help or hinder your injury – it was more for your and his sake. He was currently at your side, watching in a panic as you tried to hold yourself and get some warmth from your hands into your body, but to no such avail. Wordlessly, he scooched you forward and situated himself behind you. His arms settled around your frame and held you into him, more into his left side. You were out of it, but you were conscious enough to feel his breath grace the back of your neck.
“…warm…” You murmur, nuzzling your head into the left side of his neck. You were sweating buckets even though you were cold and there was definitely dried spit crusted on your cheeks, but Shoto made no move to push you aside. In fact, he held you closer to him.
“You can fall asleep Y/N.” He whispers into your ear, “I won’t let you go.” You let your entire weight fall onto him and your eyes fluttered closed.
You felt so weak, so frail in his arms that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. One of the capsules he had happened to lose during the fight held poison relief and pills that would break fevers. He wanted to kick himself so hard for losing those - even if it couldn’t have fully cured you, it would have helped ease your discomfort. Instead, here you were lying on the ground, feeling the full forces that blood poisoning brought with it.
He knew that this was not something they could wait out - within the next twenty-four hours, they needed to be out of this man-made cave and chasm. Every two minutes he would religiously check the signal on his earpiece, and every time he felt more panic work its way through his brain. Someone needed to be there, someone had to have heard them and were just trying to find the best way to locate the both of you. Shoto’s gaze fell back onto your sleeping face. Your mouth was parted just slightly and your eyes were kind of scrunched up, leading him to believe that your doze was more fitful than restful. Normally, you were a falcon – adaptable, energized, always ready for the next mission with a can-do attitude and a toothy-grin on your face. Now, you were a baby bird who had fallen out of its nest before it could fly.
You woke with a start, and no matter how much comfort you felt in Shoto’s arms, you were now burning up and completely nauseous. You scrambled away from him to the farthest possible corner and began retching, but nothing came of it. You hadn’t had food or water recently, which in your opinion, made it even worse. To make matters even worse, the bandages on your stomach peeled off to reveal an even uglier looking wound. The blood poisoning had taken a turn for the worse, the discoloring traveling farther up your torso and climbing onto your upper body. In short, it felt like you were living through hell. Finally, you let yourself let go. As one of your hands braces itself on a rock and the other holding back your hair, you cried and moaned in pain, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes.
“Oh Y/N…” He says softly, causing you to now sob.
“When are they going to come Sho…” You cried, your face sticky with sweat and tears. Shoto wanted to lie and say that they were coming soon. That they were on their way with healers and people to help. But he couldn’t give you that false hope – that would be crueler than giving you the cold, hard truth.
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” He says, turning you around gently and enveloping you in a hug.
“Can you get us out of here? Use a ‘heaven-piercing ice wall’ or something?” You beg of him.
“That would risk all of this rock crushing us both, not to mention leaving us open to those villains coming back.” You knew he was right, but it didn’t make you feel better. And of course, like everything was coming to a front, water began to pitter-patter through the cracks of the rocks. It was raining. Instantly, Shoto was bringing you to the most covered corner and he dragged his back down on the rock covered wall, setting you in his lap. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He promises, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Suddenly, you became aware of everything that had just happened to you and what you looked like. Flushed and clammy, blood covered and tear-crusted.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with me like this,” you confess, not letting your face leave where it was positioned.
“Don’t apologize,” Shoto says, a stern look in his eyes. “And Y/N…” His words trail off, like he’s hesitating to finish what he was saying. You hum to try and get him to continue. “Don’t worry about what you think you look like. You’re always beautiful, no matter the time of day, no matter what you’re doing.” If you weren’t already flush, you sure were now.
“You’re,” you have to take a deep breath to get enough oxygen, “too nice.” You feel Shoto shake his head.
“I’m not lying,” he says, holding you closer to him, careful to avoid pressing on your wound that he had rebandaged. “Whenever the agency calls us in at 3 a.m. and we all show up in our pajamas, everyone’s hair is a mess, you look beautiful. When you have cuts and gashes all over your arms and legs from a messy bout with a villain, you look beautiful. Right now,” he says, letting his head rest softly on yours, “you’re beautiful.” He lets silence settle, thinking you might’ve fallen asleep as he was rambling. But a small kiss to his neck from your chapped lips made him freeze up.
“You’re beautiful…” you breath out, utterly exhausted. His cheeks heat up but he doesn’t move his head away from yours. He rocks you a bit in his arms, to comfort you, yes, but to also comfort himself.
“I first thought you were beautiful at U.A. It was at the school festival during our first year when you were helping Ashido teach the rest of our class how to dance. You were practicing in that yellow dress. The outfit itself was sort of awful looking, but you had such a big smile on your face. You looked radiant.” He smiled a little to himself, looking back on that memory. “And then, of course, at the agency banquet last year. I don’t know why they insisted on it being black tie, but everyone participated, so it wasn’t too bad. You were breathtaking – in that floor-length gown and your hair done-up. And then you asked me to dance with you to that slow song you like. I think that’s when I fell in love with you.” Your breathing pattern was slow and steady, signaling to him that you were sound asleep. He breathed deeply through his nose and let his head fall back onto the rocks, watching the water wane in volume. “The storm must be clearing up,” he remarks, messing with the radio in his ear as its presence became increasingly more uncomfortable.
“That it is, Pro-Hero Shoto.” He jolted and accidentally woke you up as the voice spoke to him steadily through his earpiece. He brought two of his fingers up to press on the transmitter.
“Home-free, do you copy?!” Shoto said, his voice wavering in disbelief.
“Loud and clear, Shoto – is Y/H/N with you?”
“Yes, we are in need of immediate medical assistance. Her status is bad and getting worse – blood poisoning.”
“Copy that. We’re right above you and got the machines to remove the rocks. We’ve also got Recovery Girl in the chopper.”
“Copy,” Shoto says, letting out a breath full of relief and exhaustion, “Over and out.”
With a kiss on the cheek from Recovery Girl and Shoto’s hand in yours, the relief you felt was so instant and lovely. The discoloring went away in a jiffy, followed by the sealing of your wound.
“Feeling better?” Shoto asks you, sitting down in the helicopter seat next to the cot you were resting in. You nodded and let a smile grace your visage again.
“Much,” you admit, letting your hand settle on your stomach where the nasty infection had once been. “Shoto, I don’t know how I could possibly repay you-”
“You do not have to do anything, Y/N. Nothing. I’m just glad you’re okay.” You huff in protest but ultimately nod.
“I first thought you were beautiful the second I saw you.” Shoto’s eyes widened at your words. “I was sitting at my desk, waiting for Mr. Aizawa to start class, and in you walked. Your shirt was all pressed and ironed to perfection, your tie was a mirror image of one you’d find on a model… and I hope you know that you’re naturally gorgeous.” Shoto looked away, blushing at your words. “And I first fell in love with you during that dance too.” His head whipped back to look at you and braced his hands on the cot. His face was now kind of leaning over yours.
“You’re in love with me?” He asks, his tone miraculously even for what was happening. You nod and smile.
“Of course I am. You’re my best friend and quite possibly the most wonderful person I know. How could I not fall in love with you?” Shoto’s lips spread into such a wide smile that they’re trembling.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, leaning down so his lips are just above yours.
“Please do,” and with that, his lips capture yours swiftly into a kiss. Your hands travel up to entwine themselves in his hair, effectively messing it up but he didn’t care. Not one bit.
“Alright, alright, can you two stop making out in my helicopter? We’re all very glad that the both of you have finally admitted your feelings for each other, but at least keep the PDA out of the chopper,” your pilot, and coworker, says, eyeing the both of you through the rearview mirror that was set up. You two break apart but remain close. You give him a look of mischief.
“Thanks for sticking by my side Shoto Todoroki.”
“Always, Y/N L/N.” His lips meet yours again and it’s heaven. It’s sweet and perfect and lovely. And, if one could believe it, even more healing than Recovery Girl’s.
WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff at the End, Small Amounts of Swearing, Academic Burnout :(
A/N: I’m back with some ANGST. In late February, as I’m sure many others are feeling right now, the feeling of academic burnout is REALLL. February and March, I feel, are always the month where it seems like one day of school lasts an entire year. So, I decided to try writing that into a fic with Shoto there to help the reader through it, and I ended up really liking it. The tone is a much somber one than I’m used to writing, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I completely understand - feel free to check out the works on the masterlist that are completely fluffy goodness with Shoto! I hope you all enjoy, and we should be back to our regularly scheduled fluff soon after this! As always, requests are open <3.
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Winter is bleak. The trees are barren, the air hangs in the atmosphere with a dominating presence, and the nights come too quickly. Even when it is daytime, the sun barely manages to peek its head out from behind the ever present sullen clouds. It’s gloomy. And, with the lack of warmth went all of your motivation for school work.
It was a stereotypical saying from a student. “I have no motivation.” “I procrastinate way too much.” “I don’t want to do this anymore.” But, in the end, all of their work gets turned in by the due date and they receive little to no red pen marks on their papers - sometimes they even get a little gold star sticker on the top left corner. No one actually loses their motivation - they just get bored of it for an hour and complain. Which, of course, they had a right to complain. School was tough for everyone, no matter what they said or what outward appearance they might give. You were almost similar in this respect. Almost, being the key word of that sentence.
Your desk was at an upward angle, so whenever you flicked your pencil up towards the top, it would roll back down into the palm of your hand, like it was an incredibly well-trained dog. On command, loyal - it would always come back to you. The multiple pages of notebook paper in front of you, however, were not as forgiving as your writing utensil. Sure, there were words written all over it - in fact, they were well-strung and formed beautiful sentences, arguing the point that your prompt had asked of you. Present Mic was not one to typically assign hand-written essays, but this was one that he thought would be best displayed on a graphite-scribbled piece of paper. You have gotten glowing peer reviews and edits from your teachers, so there should be nothing holding you back from submitting it. Nothing, except that thought that hung in your mind - what if it wasn’t good enough? You knew it was good, you had too, so why was there that mental block? Maybe it was because you have been stuck inside your dorm room for hours upon end. Perhaps the ongoing cramp in your lower back? You move your head to glance at the window, finding white specks falling from the skies. It was probably the weather.
You longed for spring - for the time you could wear shorts and a t-shirt, or tank top, or whatever you wanted and be comfortable with the sun hitting your face. You wanted to be able to walk on the grass barefoot and not cringe when it would hit a spiky dead patch. Everything would be lush and green and delightful. You let your head fall over the back of your chair, your neck bracing it. Your hands moved to rub your eyes and then rest on your face, tired, bored, done. You were left there, wanting change. And like some sort of angel had heard your begging, you registered a soft knock followed by the opening of a door.
“Everything okay?” His soft tone of voice felt enough like a warm, May breeze that a smile wedged itself between your lips. You let your hands fall away from your cheeks and turn to look at the speaker.
“No.” You answered truthfully, drawing your legs up onto your chair and letting your chin rest on the shared space your knees created. Sympathy flickered in his turquoise and gray eyes as he walked towards you, kneeling down in front of you and holding both of your hands in both of his. His thumbs brush over the tops of your pencil-marked hands, but he kisses the tips of your fingers anyways. You hoped that no graphite would transfer onto the pretty light pink of his lips.
“It’s the essay?” He queries, moving now to press light kisses to the patches of skin where his thumbs had brushed.
“Mmm,” you hum in affirmation, giving him a sad smile. He notes how your dimples weren’t present in your cheeks, a tell-tale sign that you were really having some trouble, and he stood up.
“Do you want me to look over it again? I don’t think I’ll find anything new to edit, but I can always give you some suggestions so that you feel like it’s a little bit different.” He offers. Shoto has always been like this. So genuine, so loving. He does everything in his power to make you feel comforted. However, this time, it’s just not working.
“No. Thank you, though.” You brush some of the flyways that were sticking up in all different directions off and away from your face. As you are doing so, Shoto takes the time to look around your room. Crumpled up napkins and takeout containers were dotting your dresser and your bed was not made. Your hamper was full, clothes overflowing and in need of a wash. And you - still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.
“How about we go for a walk outside.” He suggests, grabbing your hand to stand up. You do so, a bit begrudgingly, but take a step back towards your bed.
“I dunno, I still have a lot to do here - my room’s a mess and that essay’s still not done.” You protest, fully knowing that if you take a step out of your dorm, you are probably going to break down crying in front of him. It was not because you were sad or unhappy with anything in your life at the moment - in fact, your friendships and relationships and training has never been going better. If anyone were to look at you on any given day, they would say you were thriving. But, deep down, you felt academically burnt out.
“And you can get back to those things after we go outside for a bit, I’ll help you with the cleaning and with your essay. Just, please. Okay?” Shoto asks, clearly not taking your pitiful excuses as law. Finally, you relent.
“Okay. Let me get my coat.”
The crunching beneath your foot as a result of the snow touches your eardrums in the best way, the quick and defining sound music to your ears. Your mittened hand was in Shoto’s gloved one and the coat wrapped around you provided you with warmth. Even though you were outside as the snow fell, you felt… claustrophobic.
“I think we should go out to dinner. To celebrate turning in the essays, maybe this Saturday?” Your smile reaches your eyes a bit more this time.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” The weeping willow tree branches that framed the greenspace looked like spindly spider legs instead of blossoming ribbons. The pond was frozen over instead of being dotted with lily pads and the sounds of croaking frogs. The flowers that had been planted by the staff were shriveled up and dead due to a late frost. All of those things bummed you out. Instantly, Shoto saw the sudden change in your expression.
“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong. I know sometimes you get in a rut, but usually it’s for about a day or even less, and then you’re back. I’m not saying it’s wrong or unnatural to feel like this, believe me I know what it’s like to experience a prolonged period of…” he tries to find the right word, “…melancholy, but it’s not like you. You get excited when snowflakes stick to the windows and you can see the designs, you cheer and jump up and down when you craft the perfect sentence in school assignments… I’m just, I’m worried for you, love.”
“Melancholy.” You say. “What a beautiful word for such a numbing feeling.” You shake your head, like there’s something dancing on the top of your hair, and face him. “I’m just so tired of churning assignment after assignment out of my mind. I feel like there’s never a break, never a moment to pause and enjoy what I just submitted. It’s like I have food poisoning and there’s nothing that can stop me from spitting up thesis statements and metaphors and persuasive arguments. And maybe it’s because I linger on them for so long - that I get caught up in the essay and can’t get past it. And for this essay to be the one that makes me feel like this?” You throw your hands up in the air, exasperated. “For god’s sake, it’s about Hero History!! I’m great at Hero History!! I could write a book on Hero History!!” Finally, you’re left huffing and sweating from your outburst, your hands balled into fists and your body facing Shoto’s. Finally, you feel the confining shell start to crack, to bend and break.
“Take your jacket off.” Shoto says, earning a confused visage to spread across your face.
“What? Are you serious? It’s snowing right now.” He nods as he pulls his own one off, followed by his gloves. Warily, you follow suit - slipping your arms out from the sleeves and throwing your gloves onto the ground. You only look back to him in time to find him running at you, almost full speed.
“AHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” You shout out, trying to back up. But, you’re not fast or prepared enough to outrun your determined boyfriend. “OOOF!” You exclaim as Shoto wraps his arms around you and tackles you into the snow. You gasp as the snowdrift spills down the back of your shirt, shocking your body from the fast switch between the swaddled warmth of a jacket to the bone-chilling feeling of snow pressing against your skin. You could go on and on about how a spring day and running through a sprinkler would be a far superior feeling… but damn, right now, you feel alive. You don’t feel static - you’re kinetic energy - zipping around from one molecule to the next. You don’t care about your essay, you don’t feel like melting back into your room like a hermit crab into its shell. And you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard you start crying, and then those tears meld into real ones as you sob into Shoto’s shirt, no doubt getting tears and probably snot from your nose all over it.
Your boyfriend, though, couldn’t care less about the quality of his shirt. He held you against his chest, sitting up with you a bit and rocking you slowly against him. Occasionally, he pressed his cold lips against your forehead and stroked your hair behind your ear, he held you and let you weep until no more tears squeaked out of your eyes.
“Thank you,” you say, sniffling and finally looking up at him through your glassy gaze. And while Shoto has always been beautiful, he looks breathtaking here. His snow white and fiery red hair serve as a stark and vibrant hue against the snow-gray sky and his eyes are adorned by snowflake-caked lashes. His smile was caring and the tips of his nose and ears turned red with chill. He loves you so, so much.
“There you are,” he says so tenderly, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A wobbly but happy smile graces your face for the first time in a couple of days. “We should probably get inside - I don’t want you to get a cold. We can get some hot chocolate, watch a movie, and then I can take a look at that essay?” He suggests, clearly stepping warily into the cause of your sudden spiral. The gleeful nod that you give makes him breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yes to all of those things. And then I’m going to submit that essay and have Present Mic do with it what he will. It’s good - it’s great.” You say, making Shoto - and yourself - understand. You are capable of such incredible things, both small and big. You can have beautiful friendships and a talented display of fighting technique. You are a great student and a fantastic essay writer. You can love both Spring and Winter without them having to be the antagonist of the other. Yes, frost kills flowers, but it also allows them to be reborn. Without frost, one might never have been able to see what beauty the second sprout could hold.
“You’re fantastic.” He says, pressing one last searing kiss to your lips before helping you up and grabbing your jacket. He buttons his own up and then helps you zip up yours, pressing a kiss to your nose once the two of you are ready to go inside. He shivers a bit as the two of you begin your journey back.
“I’m ready for spring - are you?” He asks, wrapping his arm around you and walking in the set pace you have created - like you’re a pair of penguins huddling for warmth.
“Not just yet,” you say. “I feel like I haven’t been appreciating winter as much as I should have - haven’t given it a fair fighting chance.”
“Well, there’s nothing really bad about spring, is there?” He says. You think about it a bit.
“The pollen. Pollen sucks.” Chuckling as the two of you finally make it back inside, he looks at you.
“I love you.” He says. You know there’s probably going to be days like this in the future. They won’t be often, probably occurring sparingly throughout the year. Shoto will also have days like this. Everyone will have days like this. But you know that he will be there and your friends will be there to lift you out of that deep, dark well of water that engulfs you. And you will always be there to do the same for him. So, saying it is as easy as breathing.
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
bam’s note : this is a part of @okkatsudon ; “somebody new” collab! it’s always been my dream after watching mha to write this, literally seizing this opportunity as soon as i saw the event!
warnings : angst, unrequited/one sided love, crushing, no happy ending, some cursed words, deja vu, third wheel character, one part is slightly suggestive, long fic (almost 3k words omg wat- )
it was sweet to love him.
you met todoroki on the very first day of school, pretty cherry blossom trees were blooming and portions of petals were falling down the ground.
lost in the scenery, you didn’t took notice of the person walking your way until you bumped into them. all the books and papers you were carrying got knocked to the floor. you instantly apologise to that person and crouch down to collect your things. another hand that’s not yours help pick the few left ones before handing them to you.
that was the first time you got to drown in those mismatched heterochromatic eyes.
a stranger with evenly split hair between two colours; white and red. he was rather well-built and tall for someone around his age. though he has quite a strange large scar on one side of his face. despite that and the seriousness he wore you swear you viewed him as the hottest guy you’ve ever met.
you again haven’t noticed that you were staring at him for far too long until this unknown man need to clear his throat and gently jab the stuffs to you once more. you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you quickly look away and mumbled quiet sorry for your bad manners and thank him for his help.
he only nodded in response before about to turn and resumed back on his way. you interrupted him first by calling out, “what’s your name?”
the man spare you a glance, evidently heard you, still he decided not to reply. making you frown and follow him, proceeding to ask him questions “hey, what’s your class? perhaps we’re on the same one, and with that perhaps-” he suddenly took a turn around the corner, consequence come in you almost tripped on your own feet. this time you managed to grab the wall, then run up to catch up to him. frowning, why is he gotta be so fast?
“hey! wait! you’re still new here like me right? how about we walk to our classroom together? i’m y/n by the way, and was about to head to class 1A. do you perhaps have any idea where-” it was as though all you babble was nix as the arrogant dude, you could call him, doesn’t seem to even give a damn.
but it’s alright, because it seems like he share the same destination as you. 1A label presented in front of you, and the stranger you met earlier already disappear by walking into the room before you can even registered what’s going on.
all your dreams, wishes, hopes, were right here. heart hammering hard in your chest, you felt your body slightly shook in both excitement and anxiousness as you slowly stride after that two colours haired guy.
and your whole life changed ever since.
you later learned by a group of girls you’ve been hanging out with, his name was todoroki. shototodoroki. your eyes and mind were already mindlessly trailing to the figure of him, far away from your friends voices, away from any other environment. he was scribbling something to his note. looking effortlessly so cool, so handsome.
and somehow you were tapping your lips. thinking of a way of trying to get close to him, what a stupid act. you just met him a week ago, but something about him already intrigued you this much??
“y/n. y/n, are you even listening?” mina’s voice snapped you out of your trance. you blinked a couple of times, regaining your attention back to her while searching for a suitable response.
“ah- sorry i got distracted, what was it again?” you lightly scratch your cheek, looking confused.
“are you perhaps interested in todoroki-kun, y/n-chan?” tsuyu pointed out, and uraraka nodded her head in agreement.
“yeah, we saw you were looking at him. is there anything going on between you two?” the browned tilted her head curiously, all the girls turn their head to look at you, too.
“nothing! it’s nothing really, i’ve just been wondering of… a way to…” you nervously switched your gaze anywhere and everywhere but their watchful eyes. trying your best to contain your blush.
“get closer to him…” you quietly whispered to them.
an ‘oooooo’ and squeals buzzed among them, and you have to cover your face up with a hand. glancing one last time at the person who caused all this, you felt your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was, coincidentally or not, looking at you too.
at lunch, all thanks to the efforts of those girls. makes you sitting beside him right now, finding it hard to get a grip of yourself. blushing like crazy, you can’t help but be a stuttering mess.
“i- uh uhmm- hey, not sure if you remember me. but i’m-”
“i remembered. you were that annoying girl who keep pestering me all the way to my classroom”
the statement make you shock a bit. no, very.
“don’t say that” your eyebrows bundled as you speak, “it’s quite a rude thing to say to someone you don’t know”
mismatched apathetic eyes locked with yours, no emotion showed on his expression as he simply answered, “and it’s also quite rude to keep bothering a stranger who obviously show no interest in being friends already”
his words sharp as a knife, you felt a heavy lump forming in your throat. “i’ll make you change you mind” your voice was quivering, but you were too hurt to care for that. “just you wait”
with that, you got up and marched off. heading straight toward the girl’s bathroom.
guess things always hurt when it’s right.
but being the super determined person you were. you still didn’t give up on the following days, or weeks, or months. the always failed attempts of trying to follow him, be close to him and getting to know him more.
despite each time the boy snapped and stabbed you with hurtful words, the very next day he’ll still find you sitting in his usual spot at the cafeteria. running to the front gate to wait and walk home together.
your girl friends are also behind all these scenes too, silently leaving only you and him to bring the notebooks to the teacher’s room saying they were “busy”. purposefully leave right away to give you two alone time, well not really since they stay at an appropriate distance watching, and when he hurt you again, they always make sure to be there comforting and encouraging you to never loose hope.
and perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because eventually the once unconcerned todoroki slowly start to warm up, especially after the u.a. sports festival.
“todoroki-kun~ may i join you for lunch today?” you jovially asked him, despite completely know the common incoming disinterested answer.
though today, much to your surprise, he merely nodded. you stared after him, baffled. and shoto turn his head back to you after a few steps, slightly tilting his head in confusion as if saying, 'what are you waiting for?’
speechlessly gaping, you cannot exactly describe the fluttering feeling in your stomach. 'aw fuck it’ you thought and quickly pursue after him.
that day was the first day you grasp the real meaning of the word 'hope’. all your friends jump and cheer for you afterwards when you return to them.
“cheers to y/n and her soon-to-be boyfriend!” hagakure sang while mina threw her arms around you, blathering nonstop how happy she was for you. laughing at how supportive they all were, as though he was already your s/o, but you must admit that you couldn’t ask for anything better.
from here on out, the former cold relationship between you and shoto seems to grow warmer, like winter slowly turn into spring.
time flies by faster than anyone could imagine, right now most of you guys already received provisional hero license. although todoroki and bakugou still have to go to a special course.
“sho-chann” you called for him late at night when you guys about to parted to your own rooms. “tomorrow’s your first day of the special course right? good luck!”
small smile cracked at your sweet encouragement, he mumbled a thank you. and you grinned back at him, afore, a soft kiss was planted wordlessly against your forehead.
for the 3rd, or 4th time or more counted, that he had made you surprised. although you didn’t get to say a word as he was already pacing away. leaving you brushing your fingers on where the kiss landed, still all fuzzy and blushing.
not to mention that he was smiling to you more often. directly. like after you guys watched some random movies, you deliberately tease him of 'how we should hang out more often’ while shooting him a wink. the stoic man’s upper lips were tugged up in response. and shockingly agreed to what you’ve just said.
HE. DID. SMILE. AT. YOU.
dear god, you weren’t imagining it.
it wasn’t until winter ran by did you confront him. mustering up all the courage you got, you have to say it, no matter what.
“oh, hey y/n” shoto greeted you, coming to meet as requested right outside the dorms. it was nighttime and the only lights available except the moon were from the lamp posts.
“hi sho-chan” you smile in return, nervously fidget with your fingers.
“so what’s up?” the half white red haired questioned curiously. taking silent note at your uneasy posture.
gulping, there’s no turning back now. “do you know that, if you’re confessing on the first snow. the higher chance that your crush’s response might be positive?”
a quizzical look contorted over his face. “really…?” he replied, touching the scarf swathing around his neck. “and what did that has to do with why you called me?”
“i-” you began, then stopped to purse your lips. suddenly snow was falling to your hair. your cheeks were flushed and a smoke flows from your mouth as the words slipped. “i think i like you, sho-chan”
silence settled over you both for a moment. his wide-eye gaze never leaving you, until you have to break it when it’s becoming rather uncomfortable.
“please say something…” you murmured embarrassingly while looking away. making the man clears his throat apologetically and answered.
“i appreciated the feeling you hold towards me, y/n” he paused for a moment, carefully pondering for the right sayings. “but i’m still not so sure of my own feelings yet… could you give me some time first?”
you felt your heart squeezed as he soon excused himself after that. slightly opening your mouth and blinking a few times in frozen position, feeling torn whether to feel sad or continue to stay hopeful.
so you waited. for days, weeks, months, you felt deja vu during so. here you are, waiting for slim chances that’s most likely end up with rejection by him already forgetting given prolong period.
even worse that any time you brought it up, it was always the same answer, 'please give me more time’.
yeah, for sure. but for how long, mr.todoroki?
sighing languidly at this on loop thought, you walk past your empty classroom, about to heading back to your dorm. or so you thought. as you came across an over-limit unexpected scene.
a scene that makes you want to take back the idea you once thought, that perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because it definitelyis.
“i- i think i have a crush on you, todoroki-kun!”
similar sentence. yet the person who say it is…
“don’t worry y/n-san” yaoyorozu soothingly rubbed your back, “i’m pretty sure he will see it soon someday” she said with a gentle smile. all the while offering herself to be a shoulder for you to cry on.
why her? why the person who used to always stick by your side?
whywhywhy?
right now you were only listening. but then you start creeping closer, trembling hand slowly crack the door open slightly, only enough to take a peek inside.
you regretted it before you even saw.
hands clutching her skirt. cheeks bashfully tinted red. she spare a second to push her loose soft looking black strands behind her ear and shifted her gaze. the sun was setting down out the window, giving the room beautiful pale red, orange, purple, and yellow light. what a romantic sight for sore eyes…
“i know you might not feel the same. and that it’s super inappropriate for me to confess to you even though you’re still in the middle of giving y/n-san an answer. i’m so sorry, but i really like you. i- i-”
no. no. no.
todoroki cuts her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. momo, without hesitation, promptly give in to the kiss and pull him closer. and he reciprocated by letting his hands roam over to her hips. before gently gripping them and angled his head to deepen the kiss.
your hands and blood run cold. you felt your whole body went numb as you have to bring a hand up to cover your broken sobs. trying your hardest to contain the… too late, the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. and you felt your heart wrench painfully at the sight before you. it was agonising really.
to learn that all your efforts were all for nothing.
and your body moves its way, out of control. the door was forcefully hauled open by you all of the sudden. startling the people inside, they froze abruptly before immediately pull away. shock, embarrassment and shame painted clear on their faces.
you still not dare to say a word, only tremulously stare at both of them while more tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.
they look as if they want to say something, but momo kept quiet and dropped her gaze to the ground. and the young man hesitated to reach his hand out to you, mouth in motion of gaping and closing.
“it’s not what you think, y/n… i can explain-”
“right now i do not want to hear it shoto” you clenched your hands into tight fists, and bit your lips as hard as you could.
“please excuse me” eyes cold and unreadable expression, you make a quick turn on your heels and stormed out. ignoring all the shouts and names calling for you.
“y/n i-”
“shut up!”
about a couple of hours later, you were in your room. shoto was also trailing behind you, wanting badly to apologise and make things up with you.
but to no avail, he only make you cry harder, angrier. to be specific.
“why didn’t you tell me in the first place shoto? why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t interested in me? so i didn’t have to hold hopes and wait for so long!?”
the guy went silent. regrets and guilt were heavy in his chest, and he could only flinched when you screamed “answer me!” in his face.
“i’m so sorry y/n…” was all he mumbled, tears todoroki didn’t know he was holding back starts to fall down.
you should’ve known.
you should’ve known of the fact why you always saw them together. getting along incredibly well even at the beginning where he was still cold towards you.
now you began to understand that gentle look on his face when he wipe the foam from the iced latte off her mouth. unintentionally linger his hand there far too long, that alone was enough to tell that the half white red haired adored her.
or when he was always willing to stay up late just to comfort and listen to her rambling all her overthinking doubts and problems. be there for her whenever she needs him and help her with everything he could…
something he never do for you.
ah,fuck this world.
fuck this cruel world.
“y/n i didn’t mean to…” the man look away. trying to find words for explanation. this is probably the first time you ever saw him like this. so vulnerable and lost.
his current state almost makes you want to forgive him, if what he’d done to you was something more forgivable.
“i-”
“no, don’t even waste time on elaborating. i should be the one who say sorry” his heterochromatic eyes immediately jump up to yours in surprised and confusion. even so you continued, “none of this was your fault, i was out of my mind. i’m sorry. it should’ve been your choice to choose who you want to be with”
wiping a hand over one of your teary eyes, you felt as if hundreds of knives were stabbing you. suffocating and agonising pain seeped through you over and over.
“y/n…”
you tried to bit back the huge waterfall and pent-up emotions that threatened to escape you anytime as you choked out the last words.
This is a work of fanfiction, all thecharacter mentioned or that appear are property of Kōhei Horikoshi, all the credit of them is given to him. This is not meant to be kept under the canon storyline (and kinda outdated since i have not seen the last season).
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