Synopsis:Bakugou simply wanted to relax, but a drunk Todoroki keeps talking about how amazing you are. Idiocy ensures.
Author’s note:for@luluwiie who gave me this random idea, I had way too much fun writing this.
It had been a rough day for Bakugou. He had been running around all day, kicking villains’ asses, pestering against some random useless extra and trying to keep his cool in front of his crush and to not seem like a complete jackass (that was a long story).
So, when Todoroki had suggested to go out for a drink, a rare occurrence, Bakugou had accepted without question.
He should have known something was fishy. We were talking about Todoroki there. Todoroki inviting someone for a drink like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it was, in a way. Simply not coming from half and half.
Did I already tell you all how I love @nerdypuppytimemachine writings, ideas, characterization, everything ? Like, look, you only say “I imagine that” and here she comes with such a touching and canon Drabble, please, help, this world doesn’t deserve you and this talent
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
WARNINGS: Fluff, very very minor injury (a burn from a hot pan)
A/N: Hey hey so this is a drabble that got WAYY out of hand - I did not mean to make it this long, but here we are. Also yes, I know that the GIF is a chocolate cake and not a brownie (I couldn’t find one). Anyways, Hopefully this week the requests in my little inbox should be written and put out, and also, the next chapter of I Burn For You will be out next weekend! Thank you for your patience on both fronts, and for now, enjoy this little drabble!
Word Count: 1.5K
It was already 2:08 a.m., but out on the countertop in front of you was a strawberry cream pie, a chocolate swirl cheesecake, and two full batches of snickerdoodles and gingersnaps. Your hands were on your hips, your fingers pulling a bit on the flour dusted apron that covered the front of your pajamas. Surveying the array of sweet treats you were proud of yourself - until you remembered how late at night, or rather early in the morning, it was to be making this much food. The sound of the oven dinging pulled you from your thoughts as you shoved on your oven mitts and pulled out the yummy, delectable scent of a pan of fresh brownies. With your hip, you closed the oven door and set the chocolate treat on the oven top. Sighing contentedly, you squeezed any thoughts of sleep from your eyes and shook your head.
“Y/N?” Your hand goes to your heart as you spin to find the gaze of your good friend, Shoto Todoroki, looking at you with a confused expression. “What are you doing up so late?” You try and casually laugh, but what comes out is more of a nervous giggle.
Wait, how did I miss this? How? Actually, it was for the best since I got to discover it when I needed the most, BUT HOW DID I MISS THIS GEM
You’re tired ? Read this. Feeling down? Read this. Just fine and willing to melt like chocolate ? READ THIS
Seriously,@songbirdsingingthings is a fairy. This plume, this characterization, just, everything. She could take the simplest prompt and make me die, melting reading it.
I’m just so in love with the way you write for Shouto Seriously I just hope I’ll be able to move hearts like you do, one day
Amazing job, as always ! So glad to read you again, now that I’m back
Shoto who knows you’re ‘it’when he sees you smiling and laughing with his mother. To see the two most important people in his life getting along so well fills him with an indescribable happiness he never knew he’d feel.
Katsuki who won’t admit that he hugs the hoodie you stole from him at night because it now smells like you and gives him reassurance.
Izuku who unconsciously grabs your hand whenever you’re near him. It doesn’t matter where he is or what he’s doing, the second you‘re next to him, his hand is automatically finding yours.
Denki who tries to keep the little doodles you drew on his hands as long as possible. Yes, he’ll get tease by Sero and Mina for being a simp. But these little drawings you made of him and you kissing are just too damn adorable to want to wash off.
Kirishima who simply knowshe can’t find better than you when he sees you asleep on him, oh so peaceful and calm, and damn, so beautiful. He’s whipped and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. He’ll scream it to the world if he has to.
Tamaki who just loves to hug you from behind. All of his worries somehow wash away the second his nose gets buried in the crook of your neck and he seriously hopes that he‘ll get to keep experiencing that for the rest of his life.
Aizawa who lets you braid his hair and pretends to be annoyed yet he refuses to take them off when he has to go to work and will snap at anyone who makes a comment about them.
Shinso who loves to sleep on your lap, especially after a long and tiring day of doing all of these hero stuff he needs to do. He instantly buries his face in your stomach and closes his eyes, before drifting into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing he’s safe in your embrace.
Dabi who wears the bracelet you made him when you first started dating every day because it gives him the reminder that he managed to find someone who loves him for who he is and always will.
Hawks who gave you one of his feathers so that you always have a part of him with you. He’s a busy man, after all, he is the number two hero. So he hopes that with this gesture, that may be small but that means so much to him, you’ll never forget that he’s here with you no matter what.
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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Welcome to the Candy Hearts Club where the candies are sweet and the boys are sweeter! Here you will find seven works inspired by the sayings on candy hearts, all leading up to the loveliest of all days, Valentine’s Day! Be on the lookout for when they appear and let me know if you’d like to be tagged to be notified when they get posted! Like a box of chocolates, there will be something for everyone to pick and choose from - and if not - you can always leave a little note asking for another! Stay sweet!
Everything he does is just so sweet. Whether it’s holding your hand on the way back to Heights Alliance or leaving you flowers. You notice a little something that’s missing - that passion to melt your heart.
Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
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.
The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
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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!
Word Count: 3.6K
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.
A/N: All good things must come to an end, and this is this series’ end. I’m so happy I could come to a conclusion that felt satisfying and right to both the time period and Y/N & Shoto. This story in total took 54 pages on google docs with a total of 26,000 words. To everyone who has loved this story and shown it love, I want to thank you so so much. This little bundle of regency era fluff will always be here for you to read on happy, sad, stressful, and peaceful days - whenever you need it. For now, I’m going upward and onto the next project! As always, requests are open - just review the request guidelines on my page. I hope you enjoy the end of I Burn For You!
The warm summer air washes over you as your basket swings lightly on your arm, only a handful of lavender and a couple sprigs of hyacinth settled in the wicker. There was a light humming of bees and birdsong accompanying your walk through the gorgeous gardens that gave you the greatest pleasure of tending to. On the far left side resided the rose bushes - pinks and reds whites all popping up through the darker green leaves. Then there were the peonies and lilacs, chrysanthemums and bushes of cinquefoils. The tall bushes bled into the smaller ones, and the smaller flowers bled into the herbs - rosemary and basil and, your favorite, lavender.
“Your Grace? His Grace has returned from his walk, shall I get tea ready?” Turning around with a smile wide on your face, you find Tsuyu walking towards you, she herself taking in the aromatic scents of the gardens.
“That would be lovely, Tsu, thank you. I’ll be just behind you - I have only daisies and baby’s-breath left to collect.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” Tsuyu says with a smile, bowing and then returning to your beloved home - Endeavor Estate. You sigh with utter and complete happiness as you take out your gardening shears and snip just enough stems to have a sizable bunch of daisies.
“Perfect.” You say, standing up from your previous kneeling position and brushing your skirt free of any dirt or mulch. Before you could make it back in time to meet Shoto in the parlor, though, you found him descending the outdoor steps and making his way to you. His sleeves were pulled up and the top few buttons of his overcoat undone. His pristinely polished shoes were getting dusty due to the nature of the mulch, but he couldn’t care less about any of it.
“Well, that was a rather quick walk.” You state, rubbing a bit of sweat that had condensated off your brow. Shoto smiled and took your face into his hands, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your lips.
“How could I possibly stay so long away from you, my love.” You laugh at his response as he takes his chance to kiss your cheek. His hand falls easily into yours and he takes your flower basket onto his arm.
“The flowers look absolutely fabulous this year, don’t you think?” You ask him, your head leaning onto his shoulder just a bit.
“A good thing too - I believe more flowers are decking our halls than they ever had before.”
“If it’s too much I can hold back a bit-” you begin to say, but then are cut off by his words.
“I adore the flowers, Love.” You smile and your teeth pull a bit at your lips, the delicious secret you’ve been holding back from him ready to spring from them.
“Good.” You peer into the basket and then back up at him. “Do you like these ones? The lavender and daisies make such a darling pair. Oh, and of course the baby’s-breath was absolutely essential for this bouquet.” You proclaim, the both of you ascending the steps and entering the parlor. The walls were a perfect powder pink, gold accenting the crown molding. The couches were an ivory- white velvet, both facing each other with a little, long table between the two. The whole seating area abutted the fireplace, and above it, a portrait. It was recently painted here at Endeavor Estate - the both of you, smiling wide, with crowns upon both of your heads - the Duke and Duchess of Endeavor. Across the way from the seating area were a tea table with two chairs and a pianoforte. A large, persian tufted rug lay in between everything.
“And why is this flower essential?” Shoto asks, leading the both of you to sit on one of the couches, the basket left on the small table in front of you. The grin that you were already sporting spreads as wide as it could.
“Because,” You say, drawing the word out a bit longer than needed, “It’s for the nursery.” Shoto smiled and shook his head, confused.
“I understand that you want flowers in every room, my love, but putting them in a room that no one is currently using is a little strange, isn’t it?” He prompts.
“Oh, I think that room will be in use sooner rather than later. Most likely within the next eight months.” Your expression held such delight as you saw Shoto work out your words, his face changing from confusion to shock to pure elation.
“You are being serious?” He asks, his voice thick with emotion. “Truly serious?” His hand squeezed yours as you nodded, pure joy beaming from your smile.
“I had the doctor make sure this morning as you went on your walk and they confirmed my suspicions.” You say, standing up and helping your husband up in the process.
“Well… well we must cancel everything that could cause stress for you for the next while.” He said, cracking his knuckles and his voice holding a bit of a shake. The excitement, and panic, was both evident in his demeanor.
“I am not a teacup, Shoto,” You reassure him, “I will be perfectly fine doing exactly what I am doing now. Besides,” You hum, kissing his cheek, “we have company coming over within the next few hours.” Shoto sighed, a mix of happiness and exhaustion.
“Izuku and Ochaco?”
“Izuku and Ochaco.”
“UNCLE SHOTO!” The pitter-patter of little feet on hardwood increased in volume as your nephew all but launched himself into Shoto’s arms. Ready for him, as he always was, Shoto caught the two-year-old and lifted him into the air, the little boy letting out excited sputters.
“How good to see you, sister.” Izuku says, clearly breathless from trying to entertain his son from the long three hour long carriage ride.
“It’s always wonderful to see you.” You say, enveloping him in a hug. Your eyes kept glancing at Shoto, a wide smile on his face as your nephew started playing with his overcoat - the pale blue whorls and swirls printed onto the white cotten, now mussed by the hands of a toddler.
“Darling, remember what I said about running and jumping?” An exasperated Ochaco appeared behind Izuku, heavily pregnant and with a fan in her hand. You immediately take her arm and lead her to the couch.
“Oh, Shoto doesn’t mind,” you assure her, watching your husband kneel down and fish a pocket-watch out of his coat, showing the boy the clock hands and their endless ticking. Ochaco sighs in relief, letting herself settle into the couch more, a hand on her belly.
“He’s going to be a wonderful father,” she says, a knowing smile on her face.
“I’m glad he gets a test-trial now,” you laugh, watching your nephew be enthralled with the watch, “since he’ll have the real deal in eight or so months.” Ochaco gasps and puts her hands over her mouth. Immediately, Izuku races over to her.
“Is it now?! Oh god, sister, where is your doctor?! We need them!” He yells, bracing his wife’s shoulders.
“No, no Izuku.” She says, waving him off and keeping her eyes on yours. “Oh, Y/N, I can’t believe you’re expecting!” She exclaims, her hands clasped in yours.
“You’re expecting?” Izuku says, a smile on his face. You nod with glee as Shoto comes over, the little tike almost welded to his leg.
“Oh we must have the children meet more often so that they become friends!” Ochaco said dreamily. You nod and stand up to be next to Shoto, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist.
“Why don’t the two of you relax for a bit, and we’ll take the little one on a walk around the gardens.” Izuku and Ochaco exchanged a look before glancing back at you. “It’ll tucker him out and it’ll give you some time to breathe - if it makes you feel better, all of the rose bushes and thorn producing plants are gated off.” You say, your smile trying to sweet talk them into agreeing.
“Okay, but just for an hour - we don’t want to burden the both of you.” Izuku says, leaning back into a chair.
“You’re not burdening us at all,” Shoto assures him, already leading the both of you - and your nephew - out the doors into the garden. The both of you welcomed the outdoor air kindly as the toddler spread his arms out and ran around, smelling flowers and tumbling on the grass.
“He’s sweet.” You say, watching him chase a butterfly. Shoto chuckles and nods, glancing back quickly at Izuku and Ochaco through the window - both of them now asleep and passed out on the couch. Then, he glances back at you.
“I’m excited.” He says, causing you to look at him with stars in your eyes.
“Yeah?” You prompt, squeezing into his side.
“Yeah.” He says, sealing your lips with a kiss. As the sun began to slowly set in the distance you hummed in content, the yellow ribbon tied to the end of your braid flipping over itself softly in the breeze. “I love you, so dearly.” Shoto says, his whole heart in his words.
“And I love you. From the moment I met you in those gardens I knew. I love you.”
“Forever and always, Y/N. Forever and Always.”
Dearest Gentlereader,
This season has truly been one to remark on - so many fabulous weddings and countless twists and turns in the stories of love and loss. Lord Iida, Lady Todoroki, Lord Bakugou, and Lord Kirishima all played a fabulous part in the Yagi siblings’ respective love stories. Lord Yagi, the to-be viscount, held a comforting static story. Lady Uraraka was a breath of fresh water on the social scene, and the romance between her and Lord Yagi was a lovely blossom of this season’s bouquet.
Though, the shining star was that of the now Duke and Duchess of Endeavor. The previously named Lady Yagi held a chance encounter with the former Lord Todoroki, causing a most delightful domino effect into a most lovely romance. But, stability was not constant in this beautiful love-match’s story. Engagements and suitors and illness caused a whirlwind of a romance - but in the end, as things always do, everything was laid bare. True love prevailed through every setback and cleared the path for the nuptials and development of a fabulously divine family. The Duchess and Duke of Endeavor welcomed Lord and Lady Todoroki on a clear morning in March - twins in perfect health. The family remains happily content in their country-side estate, but will return to the city of Musutafu in Autumn,
Dear readers, it has been the utmost pleasure recounting this story for your awaiting ears, and finally, it has come to a close. I put down my pen and ink and sit back happily in my upholstered chair, a fire flickering in the fireplace. May all your wishes of true love come true - and to Your Graces, the Duke and Duchess of Endeavor, may your life be filled with the utmost happiness.
A/N: Hi! Hello! Bonjour! Here is the eleventh chapter of I Burn For You which means… THERE’S ONLY ONE MORE LEFT AFTER THIS!!!!! This wild ride of writing this fic has been one that has spanned years, and a lot of breaks, and I absolutely couldn’t have done this without the support of everyone who has shown love to this story. As my first multi-chapter is coming to a close, it is so bittersweet to see it end, but exciting to wrap up a story that I’ve loved writing. I hope you all love this chapter, and am looking forward to posting the last chapter soon. ENJOY!!!!!!
The bouquet in your shaking hands proved to be a necessity as your heartbeat was most definitely above normal and your stomach was flipping. The tiny room that you were waiting in held nothing to distract you from the biggest day of your life. No paintings of note, nothing to needlepoint, and no pianoforte. Usually, it is tradition for the bride to be accompanied by her mother until the ceremony begins and the father walks her down the aisle. You knew you wouldn’t have her here beside you, but your mother’s absence struck you so horribly in this moment you did not know what to do. Instead, you chose to pick at the stems and leaves of the flowers - leaving the petals alone - to try and calm yourself. It did nothing. A knock at the door broke you out of your cloud of worry and had you racing towards it. Was it already time? You didn’t hear the lulling sounds of harps, so did something happen?
“It’s me, Y/N.” Your brother’s voice sent a sigh of relief, and of slight panic, through you.
“Is everything okay? Why are you here?” You ask, a thick coating of worry laced amongst your words.
“Oh! No, nothing’s wrong, I promise. Your ceremony will start soon.”
“How soon?” You ask, beginning to pace in small turns so that you stay within Izuku’s earshot. “Can they speed it up? I feel like I am going to go mad in here all by myself.” You fret.
“I might have something that may help.” A folded envelope with a wax seal is slipped beneath the crack of the door. You immediately scoop it up into your hands to flip it over, and your breath hitches when you see the handwriting.
“I’ll leave you to read it by yourself… even though I can’t really see it. If you need me, just give a shout.” You hear Izuku’s footsteps fade as you presume he walks down the hallway, but your eyes never leave your name written so elegantly upon the envelope. Your name written in your mother’s handwriting. You break the seal carefully and slide the letter out. You can’t help but smile.
My dearest Y/N,
Oh my darling, how I wish and pray for you never to have to read this letter, but to instead hear these words from my own lips. Though, I fear that will not be possible as I grow weaker with every passing day. It leaves me heartbroken that I will never see you through your first season, your first ball, your first round of suitors. I know that your father will do everything in his power to give you and Izuku the lives we have both always wanted for you - lives of happiness and joy. As I am writing this, I can see that joy on your face as you plink away at the keys of my beloved pianoforte. I just know you will inherit my love for the instrument. You are but a mere six years old, your brother only one year your senior, but I know the day of your wedding will come. I am so sorry, my darling, that no one will be in that room waiting with you. I know, though, that you will be the most beautiful, blushing bride ever to walk the earth. My sweet little Y/N, with your Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes - you hold such love in your heart that will be cherished by whoever has charmed it. I know you will settle for nothing but the truest form of love, and I am so happy and excited for you when you find that person that makes the world stop when you meet their eyes. My eyes are growing weary, so I am afraid that my words must end here, my darling. I love you, my daughter, with every breath in my body. - Inko Yagi
You’re smiling such a wide smile and little tears are rolling down your cheeks. You fold the letter back up carefully, tuck it into that envelope, and hold it to your heart. Finally, you breathe that sigh of relief. Your mother knew you would be okay, she knew that you would make it to this day with no regrets. So, when the harp starts to strum the beginning notes of a wedding melody, you wipe away the tears on your cheeks, recheck the rouge on them, and open the door to where your father was waiting - his arm reading to take yours and a watery look in his eyes.
The walk down the hallway was quiet, but a comfortable kind. The long train of your dress and veil flitted behind you like the wings of a butterfly and the sound of your shoes tapping down on the hardwood floor made for a steady rhythm. And then, you finally made it to the arch of the main room. When you turn the corner, you will see the Duke of Endeavor and his family; Lady Fuyumi and Lord Natsuo, accompanied by his princess. You will see your brother, the upcoming Viscount Yagi with his upcoming viscountess, Lady Ochaco. And then you will see Shoto. With a deep breath and a shared look with your father, the two of you make the turn and you see your husband to be - dressed sharply in a black wedding coat, a little flower pinned delicately by his heart, and the widest of smiles adorning his face.
Laughter and merriment surround you and your own giggling falls easily from your lips as your husband spins you around in circles as the end of an upbeat song comes to its close. He weaves an arm around your waist and brings you closer to him, kissing you gently as your guests clap and cheer. It has only been three hours since the two of you said ‘I do’, but you feel as if you’ve been married for a lifetime, feeling so comfortable with everyone calling you husband and wife. You were sad that the final moment of the evening was coming, but the start of the rest of your lives were beginning. Everything of yours had already been packed up and sent to the Duke of Endeavor’s country estate, every trinket and treasure, dress and ribbon, gem and jewelry were packed carefully in crinkle paper and transported from your home in the center of Musutafu to the serene countryside where it would be just you and Shoto. All that was left to leave… was you. As guests started to trickle out from the main ballroom, wishing you and your husband the happiest of lives and marriages, the only people who lingered and remained were your father, Izuku and Ochaco, Fuyumi, and the Duke.
“I’m afraid we must be heading home, sister.” Izuku says, Ochaco on his arm smiling and teary-eyed.
“Oh, Y/N, we must meet up and get together soon! After your honeymoon is over, of course.” Ochaco said with a wink, embracing you quickly, and letting Izuku do the same.
“We love the both of you dearly, and cannot wait to see the both of you again. All of our love.” Your brother says, earning a playful slap on the shoulder from you and a tearstained goodbye.
“As the other remaining sibling here, I will bid you my goodbye as well.” Fuyumi says, grace evident in every step forward. “If either of you need anything, I am but a mere letter away.” She says sweetly, embracing the both of you.
“Thank you, sister.” Shoto says gracefully, his arm still around your waist. Finally, both of your fathers walk up to you at the same time.
“My dear Y/N, I cannot begin to think of life at home without both you and Izuku gracing its halls. I know, though, that your life will be subject to so much happiness moving forward, I cannot bear to keep you from it. My dearest, the best days of your life await.” With a final kiss on your forehead and a handshake with Shoto, your father leaves an event for the first time by himself. And, finally, the Duke.
“Shoto. Y/N. Though my actions have led you to believe otherwise, I am very pleased by your betrothal and love for one another.” The both of you nod, yours more deeply and respectfully than Shoto’s. “I have decided to make a big decision.” Both of your gazes snap up to meet the Duke’s. “By this year’s end, in seven months’ time, I will be officially passing on my title to you, Shoto.” The stunned look on both yours and Shoto’s faces were almost identical.
“You mean to say, Father, that I will be…?” For the first time, you hear the large man in front of you chuckle.
“Yes, Shoto. By next year you will hold the title of Duke. And, of course, you Y/N, will hold the title of Duchess.” You knew that by marrying Shoto, you would hold that honorable title one day, but you never thought it would be so soon.
“Father, you are sure of this decision?”
“Yes, Shoto, very much so. In fact, your love and devotion for Y/N inspired me to make this decision. Your mother… She has been alone and healing by herself for quite a long time… too much time, in solitude. It’s time I take care of her the way she took care of me, and for you,” he says, motioning to Shoto, “all of those years ago.” Nothing more is said on the matter, and so you curtsy one last time the Duke, before he takes his leave. Left in shock but with your hand in his, you turn to your husband. Just a little ways away stands the footmen, waiting to open the door into the carriage that will drive the both of you home. Home.
“Are you ready, my love?” Shoto asks you, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze back, and without missing a beat, you respond.
“With you? Forever and always, Shoto. Where you are, you shall find me there as well. The Duke and I.” You beam, letting Shoto envelop you in a searing kiss.
“And I am with you, endlessly. The Duchess and I.” Hand in hand, your heads tilted towards each other, you and Shoto descend the stairs and enter your awaiting carriage and travel home underneath the billows of stars and constellations, leading you to the next chapter of your story with the love of your life.
A/N: Wowie this chapter took longer to write than I thought - I’m so sorry it’s a week late! But, it’s one that I’m really happy with and I hope you all like. I haven’t written a chapter within this series in a while, so if anyone’s new, let me explain the premise! This story is set in a regency era time period with heavy influence by the show Bridgerton (yes I binge-watched the entirety of season 2, yes I thoroughly enjoyed it) so my writing and the dialogue is a bit more… elegant society-like. Above this note is the entire series masterlist, so if you’re interested, be sure to check it out! It’s a Shoto Todoroki x Reader multi-chapter fanfiction that is nearing its end (i.e. one more full chapter and an epilogue! It’s almost over). So sorry for this lengthy authors note, but I hope you all enjoy!!
“Y-Your Grace, it’s an honor,” You manage to say, your voice wavering as you dip into a deep curtsy. The Duke of Endeavor doesn’t pay you a second glance, instead turning towards his daughter.
“Fuyumi, I do not recall you asking for permission to have a guest over this afternoon.” It’s a miracle that your head was tilted so far to the ground in your curtsy, or else the Duke would have seen the shock written all over your face. Permission? You think, trying to quickly wipe the expression off of your face.
“Please excuse my lack of judgment, Father. It was a spur of the moment invitation when I saw her and her maid out and around the shops this afternoon.” Fuyumi explained, her voice steady and even. You finally peer up to get another look at the Duke and a cold shiver goes down your spine. He was looking at you with such apathy and distaste, it made you feel just so… unsure about yourself.
“Fine. Be on your way, and do not bother me. I have work to attend to.” He says, fire laced in his tone. He strides past both you and Fuyumi, leaving behind an air of unease. Just by turning your head the slightest way right, you could see Fuyumi’s expression crumble.
“Actually, Your Grace, I was just about to take my leave. My maid and I must get ready and prepare some things for the upcoming ball tomorrow night.” You say more confidently this time, giving the overbearing Duke one last curtsy. “I thank you for your hospitality.” The Duke simply harrumphs and waves you away as you, with Mei in toe with several boxes in her arms, walk gracefully out of the door. You give Fuyumi one last smile before the door swings shut. Taking a deep breath and keeping your eyes trained on the carriage waiting down the waterfall of steps that led up to the Endeavor Estate, your brows knitted.
“Never in my life has someone acted so harshly or rude to another person of nobility, especially towards a Lady.” Mei hisses, her seemingly more upset about what had just transpired than you.
“There’s no need to worry Mei.” You say steadily, finally reaching the last step and taking the gloved hand offered to you by your footman.
“Please tell me you won’t stand for it!” Mei begs, handing all the boxes to a butler who almost collapses under the weight of it all.
“I could never say anything to him, me being of a lesser rank than his Grace.” You remark, settling in the seat of the carriage with Mei opposite to you. “But that does not mean I cannot prove him wrong about his perceptions of me.”
The ball was one of the most special of the season, titled as “La Dance Des Fleurs”. Of course, this ball had a most strict theme - every lady and gentleman were to have a flower motif to their dresses and suits, so as to embrace the ball’s name to its highest extent. Your gown was absolutely breathtaking. Midnight blue in color that fades into a lavender purple at the bottom, covered in embroidered and carefully crafted pansies, the dress brought out all the best features. Deep sapphires hung on your ears as well and a necklace of the same stone, along with some diamonds, was laid across your neck. Your hair was dolled up with little braids and curls, pansies and pearls studded amongst your locks. And, finally, as a centerpiece - the most beautiful of tiaras. It was one that belonged to your mother but held timeless beauty.
“My word, dearest, you look like your mother.” Turning around to find your father, now more steady on his feet than in previous weeks, had tears misting in his eyes.
“Oh, Father.” You say, taking his arm and giving it a squeeze. “I’m glad you are feeling so well. Well enough to go to a ball, even.”
“Well it is a tradition, of course, to attend this particular ball. You know why well enough.” He says, a wistful tone in his words. Of course you knew why. La Dance Des Fleurs was the ball where your father formally proposed to your mother. In private, of course, out in the gardens. It was a story you begged your mother to tell over and over again when you were curled up in your canopy bed, hugging the stuffed dog to your chest and your eyes full of stars. Everything about your parents’ love story entranced you.
“I am so excited to attend formally.” You say, a slight squeal in your voice.
“Then let us get you there, my dear. I’m sure your brother and Ochaco will be there, along with the Duke’s son. The Duke himself should be in attendance this evening as well.” Your father says, the last bit said with a twinge more indifference than you have heard him use normally. You decide not to touch on it, though, and hop in the carriage.
Flowers seemed to drip and melt and waterfall from every inch of the gorgeous venue, filling the room with a decadent aroma and a pleasing kaleidoscope of color. You take a deep breath as all eyes fall on you, and advance towards the center of the ballroom. For there, waiting for you in a beautiful snow-white suit, patterned delicately with daisies, baby’s breath, and queen anne’s lace was Shoto Todoroki. His eyes were on you and his mouth slightly ajar. You give him a sweet smile and stride politely up to him. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you know what he wants to say. So you give him a line to hook his gills on.
“Mei outdid herself this time, don’t you think?” Shoto swallowed and nodded, then cleared his throat.
“She, uh, she certainly did. May I have your first dance?” You grin and nod, not before kissing your father on the cheek, and then let him lead you to the dance floor. It’s a nice upbeat melody, prompting faster movements. He twirls you here, dips you there, and you are having the best time of your life. And then the song ends, and with it, comes the appearance of the Duke of Endeavor. You look to see Shoto’s reaction, but it’s focused on his father. “Come with me, just for a moment.” He says, tugging you with his arm looped through yours to the tall, looming Duke. You curtsy to the man, and he gives you a nod, but nothing else.
“Well, Shoto? What is it you brought her here to say to me?” You see the effect his words have on Shoto, like a perpetual thorn in his side.
“I have come to formally introduce the two of you. Father, this is Lady Y/N Yagi, daughter of the Viscount Yagi. And Y/N,” with you he takes a softer tone of voice, “this is my father, the Duke of Endeavor, Enji Todoroki.” You give him a polite, but confident, smile. The smile that told him you belonged exactly where you were, right by his son’s side.
“Good evening, Lady Yagi.” He says stiffly, like it was more of a job than a pleasure to meet a new acquaintance.
“And Father, as to the matter we discussed this afternoon.” Shoto’s eyes were narrowed but also gave off another emotion - one of pleading. For a moment, the Duke let his strict and hard facade fade just the slightest.
“Your mother and I met at this ball.” He remarks, looking around at all the flowers and decorations. “And yours got engaged, did they not?” Your lips quirk up, interested in how he knew this factoid about your father and late mother.
“Indeed, Your Grace. I implored my mother to tell it so many times when I was a child, I’m sure I could recite it.” The Duke gives you a nod and then reaches into his coat pocket, shoving something into Shoto’s hand. He turns back to you.
“Miss Yagi, I must formally apologize for my stiff and cold behavior.” Your eyes widened so much you were sure that they would pop right out of your skull. “It is not easy work, being a duke, not easy at all. With that, I shall leave you be.” You give him a curtsy before he weaves his way around pillars adorned with garlands of greenery, straight towards Fuyumi and who you presumed to be Shoto’s older brother, Natsuo. Through several of your talks with the red-and-white haired man, you have learned of his engagement to the princess of a neighboring kingdom.
“That was certainly something, wasn’t it? He’s never addressed me so… politely before.” You confess, a dazed smile on your face. Shoto shares your expression.
“Probably due to the fact that I had a stern talking to with him.” Shoto states, earning a dropped jaw from you.
“Shoto tell me you did not.” You gasp, immediately taking the arm that Shoto offers to you.
“Of course I did,” He says, like it’s no big deal. “Because my eldest brother has passed, Fuyumi is a woman, and my brother is engaged to a princess, his line of dukedom goes straight to me. All I had to do was bring up the simple matter that, if I wanted to, I could reject the title all together and his legacy would be in ruin.” You shake your head in disbelief, functioning on auto-pilot as he leads you to the private gardens. Along the way, of course, you didn’t notice the affirming nods Shoto was giving to your brother and Ochaco, who was beaming and almost bouncing in place, as well as your father.
“You threatened to give up your title, your entire family’s dukedom, because he did not wish to give me the time of day?” You wonder, settling into a stationary stance as Shoto walks to be directly in front of you.
“I threatened to give up my title because he could not see what I saw in you. You, my dearest, sweetest Y/N, are clever and smart and accomplished.” Tears start to well in your eyes at this confession. “You are not only the diamond, but the kindest person I know. You are the person to forgive a man for doing something so foolish, and love him anyway.” You let out a laugh but it’s thick with emotion. “The moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. The way you carried yourself with such respect and love, I almost couldn’t believe you were real. And when I had lost you for those painstaking months… it took everything in me to not pull my hair from its roots and wallow in despair. Through all of this, through our ups and downs and in betweens, I have discovered I am absolutely head over heels for you. I burn for you.” Tears continue to stream down your face and onto the beautifully crafted flowers on your dress. “I have received permission from both of our fathers and our brothers,” he says, while reaching into his pocket and producing a little box. “Y/N, my love, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” The box flips open to reveal the most perfect ring you have ever seen. With six little pearls forming the shape of a flower, a flawless diamond in the middle, and little specks of emerald surrounding it, it was utterly beautiful. Your hands go to your heart to make sure it was, in fact, still working before you all but tore the silk gloves off.
“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes!” You exclaim, letting him slip the ring onto your fingers, and pulling him towards you. In a shared breath, you let your lips fall upon his, and it’s heaven. Far away, inside the grand ballroom, you could hear the clinks of wine glasses and clacks of ball shoes and small talk. But out here, in the gardens, it was just the two of you. The son of a duke and the daughter of a viscount. A man and a woman in love. Two hearts, beating as one, with the entirety of your lives in front of you.
WARNINGS: Fluff, very very minor injury (a burn from a hot pan)
A/N: Hey hey so this is a drabble that got WAYY out of hand - I did not mean to make it this long, but here we are. Also yes, I know that the GIF is a chocolate cake and not a brownie (I couldn’t find one). Anyways, Hopefully this week the requests in my little inbox should be written and put out, and also, the next chapter of I Burn For You will be out next weekend! Thank you for your patience on both fronts, and for now, enjoy this little drabble!
Word Count: 1.5K
It was already 2:08 a.m., but out on the countertop in front of you was a strawberry cream pie, a chocolate swirl cheesecake, and two full batches of snickerdoodles and gingersnaps. Your hands were on your hips, your fingers pulling a bit on the flour dusted apron that covered the front of your pajamas. Surveying the array of sweet treats you were proud of yourself - until you remembered how late at night, or rather early in the morning, it was to be making this much food. The sound of the oven dinging pulled you from your thoughts as you shoved on your oven mitts and pulled out the yummy, delectable scent of a pan of fresh brownies. With your hip, you closed the oven door and set the chocolate treat on the oven top. Sighing contentedly, you squeezed any thoughts of sleep from your eyes and shook your head.
“Y/N?” Your hand goes to your heart as you spin to find the gaze of your good friend, Shoto Todoroki, looking at you with a confused expression. “What are you doing up so late?” You try and casually laugh, but what comes out is more of a nervous giggle.
“Oh, uh, you know - when inspiration strikes!” You say, trying to motion to all of the baked goods layed out in front of you, but in the process, your elbow comes right into contact with the still burning hot pan behind you.
“OW! Ow, ow, ow.” You whisper-scream, clutching your arm and trying to blow on the burn. Your attempts, of course, are futile. You glance back up to try and give a “wow, that was a silly move, huh?” look at Shoto, but you find him immediately at your side, holding your arm in his hands. His touch was soft and calculated as his eyes examined your injury - like he’s done this a thousand times before. He was so close to you now and his head was ducked a bit lower, so his hair was close to your face. You could smell the shampoo and conditioner he used - a fresh, evergreen scent to it. The aroma seemed to weave its way throughout your senses, calming you while at the same time making you anxious.
“It looks like it’s a bad first degree, bordering on a second degree burn. It shouldn’t be too bad or take too long to heal. How bad does it hurt, Y/N/N?” He says, somewhat to you and somewhat to himself.
“Pretty bad, but I guess that’s kind of punishment for being clumsy.” You say, trying to ease his distress over your injury.
“Hey, being clumsy doesn’t mean you have to be reprimanded for it.” Shoto says seriously. Absent-mindedly, his fingertips barely touch the injury, but it hurts so badly that you hiss through your teeth and try to pull your arm closer to you and away from him. Immediately, his head snaps up so he could meet your gaze, but due to the close proximity, his face is mere inches from yours. You could have sworn that his eyes were on your lips and that he almost moved to close that gap, until he shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly and he physically moves himself further away from you.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” You say, waving your hands in such a way to try and convince him further that he did no wrong. It didn’t do much to console him, though, as he was already several feet away from you and he was looking at all the plates and platters holding the cakes and cookies. “I do it when I can’t fall asleep.” You say, getting him to look up at you again, albeit cautiously. “The baking. It helps and gives my brain something to focus on that’s not anything insane. The recipes are instructions I get to follow with very little wiggle room, so I’m forced to measure out exact cups and teaspoons.” With oven mitts this time, you touch the brownie pan and begin to cut squares with a knife. “And then, when I finally feel tired, I can go back to bed pretty quickly and I have yummy stuff to wake up to in the morning. It’s almost a win-win except for when it’s a school night, because I usually only get four or five hours of sleep. On weekends, though, like tonight it works out perfectly.” You cut the last square and use a spatula to scoop two brownies onto a plate. You walk over next to him and place it onto the counter. “Please have one - as a thank you for looking out for me.” You say, smiling. Tentatively, he plucks one from the plate.
“What do they taste like?” He asks, looking from the brownie up to you. You frown in confusion.
“It’s a brownie - it’s basically like a dense chocolate cake. Have you never had one before?” You ask, getting a shake of his head in response.
“Baked goods were not really a staple in my household.” He said, a small, wistful smile settling on his lips. You gave him a knowing nod.
“Well then, I’m proud that your first brownie will be one made by me.” You grin as he smiles, more surely, at you. He takes a bite and his eyes go wide. “Sooooo?” You prompt, almost on your tip-toes in anticipation.
“I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” A cheshire smile spreads across your cheeks. “This is amazing, Y/N.” You lean back onto the counter, satisfied.
“I’m glad.” You say, a genuine warmth blossoming in your heart. “And please, feel free to take or grab a slice of anything here on the counter. I’m going to have to start putting most of this in the refrigerator or freezer soon anyways.” You move to start gathering some of the tupperware containers in the communal dorm kitchen cabinets, but you brush your hurt elbow against the fabric of your shirt. Wincing, you went to look at it again until Shoto’s hand covered it. Instead of the regular temperature of his kin, a cooling sensation settled onto your blistered skin. It was a relief like you’ve never felt before - massages probably didn’t feel so great or comforting.
“Oh wow, that’s nice.” You sigh, your eyes trained on his hands. The tiniest of ice particles were sprinkling off of his fingers, but no actual ice was crystalizing on your elbow.
“I’ve had some practice healing burns,” he says, playing down his helpfulness. You didn’t press him further on the topic - you knew what happened with him when he was younger. You knew that he had to cradle himself and take care of the burns that his father had inflicted upon him, accidental and non-accidental.
“Well, Sho, thank you for curing my clumsiness. Again. You’ve already had a dessert of mine, I don’t know how else I can pay you back.” You say, leaning into him slightly.
“I might have an idea…” he whispers, so softly that you don’t hear it the first time.
“What?” You ask, your face coming closer to his and a lock of your hair falling from the updo you had tied up. Shoto takes his hand, not the one pressing cool air to your burn, to take that piece of hair and tuck it behind your ear. His hand stayed there, his fingers playing with your hair.
“I, um, said I think I might have an idea.” You nodded, understanding instantly. Slowly, press your lips to his and close your eyes. Neither of you had really ever kissed anyone else before, but it didn’t really matter. The pace of it settled into a languid and sweet one, and quickly, you picked up on how it worked. You each took turns pulling and following, leading and following. You felt his eyelashes tickle your cheeks and you registered how his hand slid from your elbow to your waist, holding you close and flush against him.
You pulled apart slowly but he kept you close, pulling you into a hug.
“I really like you, Y/N.” He confesses, keeping his eyes closed as he holds you tighter to him. “And it’s not just the brownies, it’s everything about you.” You can’t help but laugh at his comment as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.
“I like you too. A lot.” You hum.
While you found yourself enjoying baking that much more due to Shoto’s love of your concoctions, you also found yourself partaking in late night baking much less. Because, whenever there was too much on your mind, one quick text or phone call to the red-and-white boy that you now called your boyfriend would have him knocking on your door. Shoto would settle down next to you on your bed, wrap you in his arms, and whisper sweet nothings into your ears as you drifted off to sleep. “Brownies can wait” he would say as he kisses your cheek, tucking your blankets around your drowsy form.
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.
Word Count: 2.3K
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.
#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.
──➤ Shouto Todoroki sent you a love letter to celebrate +400 followers, would you like to read it?
an anon sent : ❝congratulations on 400 followers!!! you deserve every single one!!! could I please request #14 in the fluff prompts with Todoroki from bnha? thank you!❞
letter from the author : ❝dear anon, thank you kindly for your lovely love letter! i can’t apologize enough for how late i am, nonetheless, i hope you will like this prompt! sending you lots of love!
sealed with a kiss, nikki.❞
──➤ Prompt used : #14 “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.” ─➤ Genre : Fluff. ➤ Warnings : None.
They say that it is common for children to go through phases of culinary likes and dislikes, find what shall please their tastebuds and cover their tongue with a thin veil of bliss. But in Shouto’s case, never he had ever once dared to drift away from the oh so holy cold soba. Never has a dish ever held more omnipotency and importance than cold soba throughout his life, and you were pretty sure Shouto had hidden a dedicated shrine to the divinities of cold soba in your shared bedroom.
« Y/N, I was wondering if we could make cold soba for tonight’s dinner. What are your thoughts? » The interrogation left Shouto’s lips ever so naturally, as if he had become some kind of a second nature to him.
« Shouto, we had cold soba yesterday, and the day before… And the day before that… And again. Don’t’cha think we could switch a little? » The words left your mouth carefully, knowing very well that you were walking on eggshells when dealing with Shouto’s one and true love after you.
He had a quizzical look painted across his face, eyebrows furrowed in unison— you could almost figure the invisible gears grinding again and again his head. A sigh left your lips in despair, knowing very well you had to use some persuasion in order to change his mind and move his attention elsewhere than on the idea of having cold soba he was entertaining in his head.
You reduced the space between the two of you until there was only vacuity left between your two bodies, your cranium finding shelter on the welcoming muscles adorning his back which you secretly adored to worship and sing praises for. « What are you thinking about, Shou? » You asked, your voice barely reaching above a whisper.
The sound of your voice alone was enough to make him melt in your embrace, finally sensing a feeling of peace brought by you and you only. An overwhelming sensation of genuine adoration, and only you had the secret to make him feel this way. A hum of hesitation or perhaps was it a hum of concentration left Shouto’s lips, hands to busy to drape over your own and trace invisible patterns on your skin. « You know what I’m thinking about. » He replied ever so simply, to which you replied with a taunt of your own : « Is it me? Are you thinking about me? »
A hint of a laughter broke free from Shouto’s lips, only to be kept tamed and perhaps only kept for himself. « Of course not, unless you happen to be cold soba. » He continued, but not before turning around and claiming your waist with both of his forelimbs, enveloping you in the warmth emanating off of his embrace.
Whilst he had a smile infused with pure pride throning amidst his facial features, your facial traits had bent to form a pout at the mischief-laced remark of your boyfriend. You fainted a faux sense of being hurt, even going as far as refusing to reciprocate his oh so lovely embrace. Your orbs fell on his, a gleam of tease shining in the corner of your irises : « You know, sometimes I can’t help but think that you’d leave me for someone else if they happened to have a quirk which would allow them to summon cold soba as many times as they wished. » You replied, and you were met with silence in return which meant that Todoroki was genuinely pondering about the pros and the cons brought by this proposal.
« I have to admit that this quirk does seem very interesting, perhaps I would let myself be tempted. » Shouto said plainly, earning a faux gasp out of you as you playfully laid a slap on his chest in stupor. « Shouto, how dare you? » You half-asked, trying as much as you could to set yourself free from his embrace and the armor around you composed of his strong arms.
Your poor attempt at leaving his grasp caused Shouto to raise a brow in interrogation, trying to maintain you as much as he could in the human cage made of his arms. « May I help you, angel? » He wondered, genuine sweetness dripping from every word leaving his lips.
« I’m trying to be mad at you but it seems like it’s obviously not going according to plan. » You continued, yet another sigh left your lips at your failed attempt to find a way out from his embrace.
Shouto’s lips bowed into a smile, one of the rare smile you could only count on one hand (those specifically reserved for you when an epiphany flashed through his mind), allowing his hand to linger on your cheek ever so carefully as if you had suddenly changed into a statue of fine china. « Is that so? » Shouto asked aimlessly, his thumb brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your cheeks.
Alas, this was not the end of the odyssey of your martyr of a heart, Shouto gave it no rest as he planted his lips against yours in a lingering union, pouring every ounce of genuine love he held in your regard in that very same kiss.
« You forgot one thing, angel, I’m never going to leave you. I promise. No matter if I meet someone whose quirk allow them to summon cold soba at all times, I know for a fact it will never be half as good as yours. Will you please remember this for me, angel? » Shouto demanded, brining the palm of your hand close to his lips where he placed a kiss as a way to punctuate his sentence.
The sheer in your orbs testified of how much you were enamored with him, and how (as odd as it sounds) you knew you still held a number one spot in his heart, coming way before cold soba on his own personal and fictive ranking. The thought of it alone was enough to bow your lips into a smile before sealing a hushed ‘I love you.’ against his lips in a union which he returned with care, allowing his hand to travel from your cheek to the nape of your neck to tug you closer.
a/n: finally managed to finished these!! the scenarios are a little longer this time so you’re all in for a good time. thanks so much for your patienece, i hope you enjoy the smut!
warning(s): 18+, dry humping, teasing, somnophilia (consensual), slight degradation, mentions of drug use, manga and anime spoilers (anime: season 5, manga: chapter 294)
Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
This boy will be flustered as fuck when you first start grinding against him
He goes into full-on “Deku.exe stopped working mode”
Yes, even if you have been dating for a while
The idea that someone as beautiful as you gets riled up by the thought of having him close is a concept that he certainly has to get used to at first
He’d be reluctant for sure, blushing and whimpering as he watches you, not knowing what to do with his hands
Scenario: Touch Deprivation
A long sigh left your mouth as you once again checked your phone for what must have been for the 100th time this evening. Midoriya still hasn’t returned from patrol. Since he started working as a professional pro hero it feels like your sex life has suffered more than anything in your relationship. You missed his touch, the way he made love to you in the evening. It was a good way to get him less distressed from the day too. Maybe you’ll get to wrap him around your finger this time.
When you hear the familiar click of the door, you wasted no time rushing to your feet. “Welcome home Izuku~” you swooped in to hug him, feeling him smile against your lips as you pulled him into a warm welcome kiss.
“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, y/n. It’s already late, you could have gone to bed without me.” Midoriya wraps his arms around you, giving into the embrace and warmth coming from you. He almost feels bad for keeping you up so long, another night where you waited for him to come home.
You’re ignoring him bluntly, instead of focusing on getting your hands underneath his shirt. “It’s okay, I don’t mind, besides, you’re home now.”
Midoriya’s face flushes a deep red, trying without success to wrap his mind around what you’re doing. When his mind finally catches up, his cheeks heat up even more. “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” You smirk, your hands sneaking up further to touch his abs, shuffling closer so you’re flush against him. Your hot breath ghosts across his neck and you can’t stop yourself from biting down on the sweet skin there “I’ve missed you a lot you know?”
“I-I missed you too.” He gives into your touch, shivering before moving his own hands to settle on your hips. “Sorry that I took another long shift today.”
“Don’t worry Izuku, I’m not mad at you” You can feel him sigh underneath you. You know he still loves you, he’s just very invested in hero work and you can’t blame him, it’s been his lifelong dream. “But I know how you can make it up to me.” The hand that’s furthest up his shirt, wraps around his nipple and pinches it, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You start grinding up against him, hips pressing against his crotch desperately.
“Ahh, y/n I-I should shower before we-” He’s cut off by another grind of your hips and another kiss to his neck. Your head is starting to spin more, trying to get more friction which proved difficult while still in your clothes. Your body is moving on its own, driven by all the pleasure that has pent up over the weeks. Your movements seem to affect your boyfriend in the same way, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch, searching for more. He’s grown sensitive over the weeks, it would be a mistake to say he hasn’t thought about you in the same way. He was just always too shy to go through with it.
“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Deku’s eyes widen, finally getting what you’re hinting at “O-okay” He tightens his grip on your hips, subtly moving his hands under your ass and hoists you up in the air. He’ll make it up to you for sure.
Shouto Todoroki
At first, he’ll be confused when you initiate it
The little humps against any part of his body were definitely something new to him
He’s more used to having you voice your desires first so he knows what to do, but just movements to start with were something he had to adjust to
But normally when he hears you start whimpering and looking up into his eyes with that look he knows all too well what you need, although it takes a bit of coaxing to get him there
He does get turned on after some time, but you need to ease him into all this at first
Scenario: Lust Quirk
Shouto stumbled into the apartment with the last resort he had left. He thought part of his body could resist the heat that was surging through his system but even that amount of heat was too unnatural for him. His body made it hard to carry him any farther than his bed with the amount of heat rushing through his system, making every step he took shakily and his vision blurry. He should have been more careful, just as Aizawa-sensei told him, but now here he was, your colleague dragging his heated and flushed body into your apartment while he huffed and whined.
During your paired mission, Shouto protected you from an incoming attack and was hit with the quirk in the process. Good for your team cause it brought extra points for his heroic sacrifice, but not so good for himself as he was left with the after-effects of what was a lust quirk. Hence his current desperation and clinging to you when he finally ran into you, the pulling on your clothes, the heavy breathing, and a wet spot against the front of the pants of his hero costume.
“Please, I need-” You had helped him get to the apartment safely, thinking the effects wouldn’t be as bad but seeing him this desperate now changed the whole situation.
“Don’t worry Todoroki, I’ll get some help. I’m sure Recovery Girl has some pills that can ease the effects.”
Before you could move one step, his hand was around your wrist, holding you back. “I need… you.” His look was desperate as he eyed.
“Todoroki….”
He suddenly looked away, ashamed of being so straightforward with you. “I’m sorry…” Even when his mind was clouded, he tried to pull away, after all, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you. “I… I’ll try to handle it myself”.
Shouto let go of your arm, but you kept him from retreating. “I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for, right?”
The whimper that came from him together with the nod was the last thing you saw before he tugged on your arm and with the remaining energy he had, pushed you onto your back, looming over you as he kept trying not to breathe too heavily. “You sure you wanna… do this with me?”
You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to sink on top of you. Shouto groaned, burying his face into your neck, the hot breath there making your own head start to spin, his hips slowly starting to move back and forth, dragging his clothed cock against your sex. The friction was almost too much, his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck to keep him from screaming.
“Is that what you needed, Shouto?” You asked teasingly, starting to rock your own hips against his movement.
At that moment Shouto couldn’t care that you both still were clothed, the feeling of his cock rubbing against something (or better put someone) was everything he desired. “Y-yes…more”.
His thrusts were as controlled as he could keep them but he’s constantly torn between letting loose and preserving this wonderful feeling. “Anything you need~” you purred against him, your own hands finding his lower back, pushing him down.
He let out another hot puff of air, your bodies keep rutting against each other in sync, creating the most delicious friction you could wish for. It was getting quiet in the apartment, the thing to be heard was moans and groans as well as the rubbing of wet clothing. His eyes were glued on you in awe as you increased the movement of your hips.
Steam starts to erupt from his left side, he could feel himself losing control of his emotions, he feels like he’s going to overpower and pin you down any moment. Being the quiet type it was quite a sight to see him in such a state. Shoto feels like he’s on fire, even his cold side was too weak to do anything in this case. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you which only spurred you on more.
“Y/N if you’re gonna keep that up I’m-” the grip on your hips intensifies and you can feel the fabric of his parts chafe more than before. you take a moment to raise your hips only to be met by a large wet spot and an even bigger bulge pressing against you.
“I can’t take this any longer,“ Todoroki huffed and once again grabbed you by your hips and pressed you against his twitching cock.
You grinned down at him, your teasing motions never stopping. He gasps when your hands start to wander along with your body, lower and lower until you were nestled in between his legs. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from here”.
Shinsou Hitoshi
He’d be into it for sure
Loves the friction, loves the way your clothed sex rubs against his, creating a slow but agonizing pleasure that he can’t wait to feel more of
He loves to see that he can drive you crazy and so do you when he grows more desperate the more you move against him
Let’s be honest, this boy has some sleeping problems, so it wouldn’t surprise me if at some point he asks if he could try something while you were asleep and he was still awake
Now imagine: Somno Scenario
Shinsou and you had been dating for longer now and have tried some pretty pleasant stuff in the bedroom but there was one topic he never touched: somnophilia. You talked about this before with him but he said he would feel bad when you wouldn’t be part of it as well. You told him that you would be okay with it and maybe it would help him fall asleep easier when he had a night plagued with insomnia.
A few nights later Shinsou found himself in exactly that exact predicament. Lying beside you while you were sleeping away peacefully, he couldn’t find rest. Maybe it was also because you told him that you were okay with him potentially doing something. Just thinking about your body in a lewd way was enough to rile him up and right now he can’t help but look at your sleeping form. He started to slowly caress your arms, letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin there before traveling further down to your waist. He could already feel a certain tightness in his PJs as he slipped his hand under your shirt and found soft skin to touch there, trying to hold his moans to a minimum.
It wasn’t quite enough for him so he tried to shift his position and moved closer to you, holding you from behind, his erection pressing against the small of your back. A short gasp escaped him when he slid his leg in between your thighs, feeling your cunt through the light fabric of your pants. Short glances over your shoulder revealed that you were still very much asleep, apart from the small whimper that you let out when he started pushing his knee against your clothed sex. He kept his eyes on you, mouth slightly agape as his hips moved. He managed to suppress a groan when his hard shaft rubbed against your ass, the friction moving his skin up and down was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.
Another small whimper was heard from you, spurring your boyfriend on to press his knee further into your folds. He could feel pleasant wetness coming from them, only adding to the whole sensation.
“Seems like you’re having sweet dreams, kitty.” He murmured against your ear before gently nibbling at it. The friction was driving him insane, he would love to pull down his pants to relieve the pressure but at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away. All he was concentrated on was seeing your expression slowly go from innocent to lewd under his very touch and movements, it was certainly a sight to behold and he was also sure that’d he’d sleep pretty peacefully after this experience.
Tomura Shigaraki
He might get a bit confused at first
He usually doesn’t indulge in intimacy
Since he got preoccupied with taking down Re- Desto and after his victory now is the leader of a new uprising group, you had a hard time catching him for some quality time
when you first initiated something new, Shigaraki doesn’t know what was going on but he gets cheeky about it really fast when you finally managed to pull his eyes away from work and have him focus on you
He loves to tease and degrade you for your behavior and loves to see the desperation in your eyes when he does
His words rile you up easily once you set pleasuring him as your goal
Scenario: Post-war celebration
With the win against Re-Destro, Shigaraki was one step closer to getting what he wanted. Nothing can ever beat the taste of a sweet victory.
Now he’s sitting in his new office in the newly captured mansion, going over some files and mapping out the next movements they were going to make when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. “Seems like you’re the boss here now, eh? How does it feel?”
Shigaraki sighed at your appearance at the door, thank god it was you and not Re-Destro again, he’s seen enough of his face for the day. As you entered, he tried not to give you any kind of special attention, which was hard given the fact that you decided to wear one of your very revealing black dresses. It hugged your body beautifully and you smirked as you approach the table, seeing that Shigaraki already had trouble focusing.
“It was obvious from the start that we would win.” He dismissed, gripping his pen a little too hard.
“Oh is that so? Well, I think you still forgot one important thing” You said while slowly striding closer to where he was sitting.
Only when you were standing next to him, did you finally manage to make him abandon the papers, his red eyes staring you up and down intently. “And what would that be?”
You could only smirk, lifting your hand to lay on his shoulder, slowly caressing his scarred neck, “Our new leader still needs to receive proper treatment. After such a hard and long battle, it’s only right to spoil the winner, wouldn’t you agree?”
Skigaraki is getting restless, you can see him Start to bounce his leg, “Whatever, now are you just going to talk, or are you going to do something?
"Of course, oh fearless leader.” You gracefully slide onto his lap, arms making their way around his neck.
The leader can’t deny that he loves it when you get submissive like this, perfectly following each order he gives you.
“Well? Get on with it, I don’t have all night.” You let out a small whimper, your hips starting to circle on his thigh. The fact that you were only wearing your dress made it so much easier to press the lips of your pussy against him.
“Someone’s an eager slut tonight.” His words only spurred you on and the lack of intimacy these past months were starting to catch up on both of you.
You look down, Shigaraki is still wearing his new suit, and you can start to see the outline of his twitching cock against the material. A grunt from him was all it took for you to speed up your movements, pressing down against him harder and faster.
“That’s right, my slut, show me how much you need me.” Shigaraki spots your hand traveling down his chest and is quick to slap it away which earns him a whine in return “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing there to encourage you more.
You obliged, continuing to rub yourself on him, enjoying each hump, each small feeling the friction is creating. “Please…”
“Please what, slut?”
“I-I need you” Your answer drew a small gasp from Shigaraki’s lips, right as he starts to feel what a sloppy mess you became just from humping him.
You lean in, slowly kissing down his scared neck “Please, master” That was enough for Shigaraki to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your knees and in between his legs. The new leader chuckles and removes the hand that is sitting on his face, eyeing you in interest as you sink to your knees.
“Make sure to put that chatty mouth of yours to good use. If you do well, you’ll get the reward you want.”
And how could you ever deny such an offer?
Dabi
He’d be such a tease about it
Eyeing you when you come over to him, grinning when you sit on his lap
Gasping when you start rutting against him
He’ll grab your waist and push you forward and backward, grabbing your ass
Whispering sentences like “Oh, someone’s getting bold there, aren’t you, baby?” or “Getting needy, doll? I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so desperate.” inti your ear
He loves it and he could lose himself over and over in the feelings and sensation
Scenario: Stoned
You were laying on his chest after the war was over, Dabi, now with his original white hair, was still inspecting the new burns he received during the fight. It was all worth it however, seeing his father’s face like this and ruining his honor was everything he wanted. As a celebration, he brought along some weed and offered to smoke it together as a way to calm down and it didn’t take long for the hazy and calm state to take over both of your bodies and for innocent touches and kisses to turn into roaming hands and smoke being exchanged through lips.
At some point you ended up straddling him, checks cupped as you deepened the kiss and lost yourself in those husky blue eyes once you pulled away.
"Someone’s getting pretty eager huh?” Dabi teased as he slapped his hands on your hips.
“Speak for yourself ” you laughed back before a low moan is drawn from you as Dabi pressed against you.
He sits up to lap at your neck, caressing your delicate skin there with a graze of his teeth up to your ear. “Mmh never said I wasn’t, you just look too damn hot on top of me and high off your balls.”
The blush on your cheeks was hot and burning, just like the palms of his hands that he started to heat up. Gradually, you start to move your hips, the fabrics of your clothes starting to rub against each other. Dabi was so generous as to lend you his shirt since he was too hot from the previous battle, now with only his chest and your bottom half exposed, it was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to feel.
“Why don’t we get this off?” you suggested and Dabi wasted no time shuffling his sweatpants down.
Soon his hands were back on you, hot as the breath against your ear. “I want you, baby, ~” He purred, hands sliding up your shirt, grabbing anything in his way he could manage. You captured his lips in another heated kiss, effectively shutting him up and letting your bodies do the talking. With only both of your underwear separating you, Dabi’s got you exactly where he wanted.
The next moments felt like a blur, a hot mess of rubbing fabrics and hungry kisses. Dabi kept you close to himself, rutting up into you as if the clothes weren’t there in the first place, he can’t get enough of the teasing and he loves to watch you fall apart and go in for more. There was not much to say in between the two of you, the feeling of the other enough to make you both needy.
At some point, you stopped your kissing to catch some air, but the movements of your hips or his didn’t falter. You’ve gotten so wet that you could feel your slick run down your thighs and you could see that it makes Dabi growl. His rock-hard cock has found a comfortable way of sliding against the plush lips of your pussy that he could spend forever, although there’s only one more place he’d rather be.
“I think we need to move this somewhere else,” Dabi smirked against your lips. “Or maybe we’ll just stay here since our limbs are so heavy.”
“No, I think you definitely need to move somewhere else.” The third-party voice ripped you out of your little horny bubble and you watched in shock as you saw Spinner standing in the door frame, looking tired and just done getting patched back up himself.
You scrambled to throw anything over you that would provide some sort of shielding, embarrassment setting into your mind despite the relaxing feeling of the weed. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Too long…” He sighs as he wanders off to the couch on the other side of the room, starting up a game.
“Guess, we have to continue this somewhere else, baby” Dabi laughed, and surprisingly, he reluctantly sat up.”I don’t want anyone seeing you with what I’m about to do to you.”
You keened and obediently wrapped your legs around him as he stood up and took you up to his room.
You knew what you were going to do was wrong. You knew this could ruin your relationship with Shoto forever. This could end in two ways: he broke your heart or you broke the trust he has in you.
You shouldn’t give Shoto Veritaserum without his consent. You never thought you were going to get to this point. You were desperate and you need to know the truth. You need to know if he loves you or he is only with you because his father wants that. You couldn’t marry Shoto without knowing it first.
“Do you love me?” you asked after seeing how he finished drinking the glass of wine that you had served him.
A part of you already knew the answer. Shoto’s eyes never transmitted love to you, his kisses were scarce and when he gave them they seemed to be more out of obligation than out of love, and if his kisses were scarce not to mention his “masters” who felt empty. In the first months of your relationship, you thought that over time I would be more open with his feelings. But the years passed and everything remained the same, you didn’t believe that he really loved you. For a moment you had hope when he proposed to you but he didn’t even seem interested in the wedding. Every time you asked him something like What flowers do you prefer? o What flavor should the cake be? He told you that you would choose what you like the most. Hell, even Enji seemed more interested in always asking when the wedding would be.
“No” the answer came so naturally from their lips that they were both surprised.
No further questions were required. You had what you wanted to know. Without saying a word you got up from the table, ignoring Shoto’s calls, and left. There was no point staying to listen to him, what explanation was he going to give you? He had lied to you for years. No matter what Shoto said, the damage was done.
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Aizawa hadn’t come to the classroom yet so you were talking to Izuku about the new series you were watching when Mineta spoke:
“Hey Y / n, the Black Widow cosplay was hot,” she said getting everyone’s attention.
“I thought I had blocked your account” you replied with a frown.
“Do you cosplay?” the green-haired boy asked in surprise.
“I thought you already knew,” you said just as surprised.
❖ Weeks ago you had sent photos to Izuku with different All Might wigs. He thought you were just playing around, not that you bought the wigs to cosplay.
❖ After the revelation Izuku started stalking your Tik Tok account, he liked and left nice comments … he also reported every new account that Mineta became.
❖Do you want to cosplay Mystique or Starfire? Don’t worry, your precious boyfriend has no problem helping you with the painting.
❖ Don’t you know what cosplay to do? It’s okay! Izuku can tell you hundreds of hero names.
❖ Izuku has no problem helping you record although he sometimes can’t help but utter a “cute” or “cute” in the middle of the recording causing the two of you to blush.
❖ Your followers already know of the existence of your boyfriend thanks to that.
❖ You noticed that Izuku looked a lot at your All Might costumes and wigs so you suggested that they do a cosplay together.
❖ And that’s how they ended an All Might and Sir Nighteye cosplay… Because of you people began to ship the two heroes.
“Next time we can be Eraserhead and Present Mic,” you said already starting to look for their costumes online.
On the other hand, Izuku was panicking thinking how this could have angered his mentors. He was still safe because All Might nor Nighteye texted him.
“Are you crazy? Do you want Aizawa sensei to kick us out of class?”
“It’s just a cosplay” you pouted but still couldn’t get away with it.
Shoto Todoroki
❖ He found out from you, you told him … Of course, Shoto had no idea what cosplay was so you had to tell him to explain everything.
“Why do you do it?” asked your boyfriend “You don’t earn anything”
You didn’t take it the wrong way, you knew he was just curious.
“I’m just having fun”
❖Shoto doesn’t really care; he just likes everything even though he has no idea what character you’re in costume.
❖ Sometimes he helps you style your wigs. At first, he did it just because he wanted to spend time with you but then he ended up liking it, for some reason relaxes him.
❖After hearing Bakugo call Shoto “copy of Zuko” you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend dressed as Zuko.
❖ One day you took courage and asked him to do a cosplay with you. You wanted him to be Zuko while you would be Katara.
“Shoto, I’d like you to cosplay with me,” you said in the middle of lunch “Just if you want, I don’t want you to feel obligated” you clarified quickly while moving your hands nervously.
“Okay” he replied taking your hands making you blush “Show me”
❖ And that’s how Shoto ended up watching Avatar with you.
❖ Taking advantage of the fact that Endeavor wanted to fix their relationship, Shoto used the old man’s card to buy the best quality costumes.
❖ You thought that Shoto was only going to want to take pictures so you were surprised when he saw that he was learning the dialogues of some scenes to be able to do tik toks.
“Why do you pause it all the time?” you asked confused.
“I’m writing the dialogues so I can learn it. I also want to see the expressions well. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Aww, Shooo!” you took his face in your hands and began to spread kisses everywhere “You are the best, I would never be ashamed of you” you smiled “Besides just taking pictures of us I’m fine”
❖In the end, they did both. And you two ended up trending on Tik Tok, you managed to increase your followers.
❖ Shoto ended up liking it so they made more videos of different scenes. Even some of the incorrect quotes and Q&A.
Bonus
Y / n: Momo, do you know that you are the person I love the most in the world?
Momo: What do you want?
Y / n: Can you create this costume for me? * you show him an Alice in Wonderland costume * Please!
Momo: Y / n, three days ago I made you a Belle costume.
Y / n: It’s not my fault I’m poor! * you pout *
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“Seij-senpai, it’s him” you whispered, shaking the boy from one side to the other without being able to contain your excitement when you saw that Shoto Todoroki got off the bus that was bringing the UA students.
Since you were eight years old you knew that Shoto Todoroki is your soulmate. His name popped up on your wrist while you were in school and all the girls in your class started screaming because you were the first person in the whole room to have his soulmate mark.
For years you didn’t have a face for Shoto until Inasa described him what he was like after you pressed him a thousand times, but you finally had a fixed face when he watched the UA sports festival on television. You didn’t leave the screen for a minute because you don’t want to miss anything about it. You screamed many words of encouragement at the television even though you knew it couldn’t hear you. From there your excitement to meet your soulmate increased more and you spent it thinking thousands of scenarios where they were for the first time.
“Idiot, you have to concentrate on the exam” Shishikura scolded, releasing annoyance from your grip.
“But senpai, what if this is the only time I see him? What if I don’t have another chance? “ you said whimpering.
You knew that Shoto Todoroki knew of your existence because he must have your name on his wrist, just like you have his, but unlike he had never seen you, and you had that stupid fear, according to Seiji, of taking too many years to meet Shoto and that he decided to ignore their soulmate bond and fall in love with someone else.
"I told you to focus on your exam” he replied pulling your hair causing you to moan “Once you pass you can talk to him or whatever”
Of course, you ignored Seiji and instead of going with Inasa, as they had planned before, you decided to go after Todoroki. Apparently, you did well because your soulmate seemed to need help.
“Didn’t I tell you, Todoroki? Even if you are from UA, acting only says that you trust yourself too much ”said who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Hey!” They all said when they saw how one of the nuts that the leader had thrown was going in the direction of the group. Some fell out of the tank where they were when they tried to avoid the nut.
You took advantage of the group’s distraction and hid behind the ice that Todoroki just created.
“Okay soulmate, I have come to help you,” you said with a smile causing Shoto’s stoic face to change into a surprised expression. You laughed when you saw how cute he looked.
“Y / n Y / ln?” He said and you nodded.
“He deceived us, he is not alone!” said one of the group.
“It doesn’t matter, go on with the plan” ordered the leader and began to throw more nuts and bolts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this” you said when you saw how Todoroki’s defense was broken. You raised your hands and sent some of the metals in the opposite direction.
Shoto wastes no time and attacks with his fire those you set free. But before he could reach them, two of the group members began to dump dirt and water. Again Todoroki had to create another ice defense although it did not do much because it was instantly broken.
“Sorry, I can’t handle that much,” you said frustrated.
“Be careful” said your soul mate and he took you by the arm drawing you to him, you blushed when you saw how close they were, to avoid that one of the tanks hurt you. “I will create a distraction. Don’t follow me, focus on passing ”
Shoto felt guilty watching your face drop. He thought maybe he didn’t express himself well. He didn’t mind you helping him but he didn’t want you to end up disapproving of him because of him. Once they finished the exam he would speak well to you.
You saw how Shoto fired fire at him again. Instantly the others contracted with land and water. Shoto didn’t stop until a large amount of smoke formed. It was hard for you to see but you still struggled to find at least one of the members of the group. Thanks to the color uniform you were able to distinguish one so you took your chance. From your belt, you took some handcuffs and with your quirk, you managed to put them on the feet and hands of your enemy. Apparently, the others did not realize because they were after Todoroki. Without wasting any more time you ran towards your prisoner and placed the balls in him. You sighed, relieved to hear that they had just said that there was another one approved. It wasn’t long before they said the same thing again. You turned around to see that Todoroki had taken care of the rest of the group.
“We should go,” you said without knowing what else to say.
“If you are right”
Then the two of them began to walk in silence. Todoroki noticed how several times you were about to speak to him but then you closed your mouth again. You were unsure, so he decided to start the conversation.
“Thanks for your help”
Your eyes lit up again and Todoroki liked seeing you more so he said and insecure.
“I couldn’t let them widow me before my time” you joked without thinking, but then you realized what you said and panicked “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust your combat skills in fact you already showed at the festival that you are excellent and today again I am impressive, you are amazing. Oh my god, I should stop talking "you blushed.
"You are amazing too,” he said without any shame.
“Todoroki, you’re going to kill me,” you said hiding your face in your hands.
“Why do you say that?” he asked worriedly and pulled your hands away so he could see your face in search of a blow “Does something hurt? Do you need a doctor? Do you need a ride?”
You didn’t even have time to respond when he was already carrying you and running with you in his arms.
“Shoto, I’m fine! It’s just a saying, I wasn’t serious!” you screamed in disbelief that this was all happening the first time they met.
“Oh sorry” he stopped and carefully lowered you.
“Sorry for worrying you” you ran a nervous hand through your hair.
“Okay” he agreed and they walked calmly again “You should give me your number when we finish the exam”
You bit your lip to contain your cry of excitement. Shoto Todoroki would be your death, how could he speak so naturally and without nerves. You were also excited to know that he liked you enough to want to keep in touch with you.
“Sure” you smiled at him.
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Summary:On your 16th birthday you and your soulmate get similar tattoos that appear on your wrists. The closer you get to your soulmate the warmer the tattoos feel. You transfer back to UA and are extremely excited to see your childhood best friend Bakugou again. When you’re introduced to class 1A your tattoo burns as you meet the gaze of none other than Shoto Todoroki: your soulmate.
