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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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Melt My Heart - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
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Welcome to the first of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! First up is Shoto Todoroki with the candy heart saying “Melt My Heart”. 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: 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 missing - that passion to melt your heart.
A/N: So excited to kick off Candy Heart Club! I had to start off with Shoto cause he’s my #1, but I did something a little different with his character. Of course, since it’s a Valentine’s Day event, he’s gotta be sweet and caring and lovely and fluffy BUT I wanted to make it a bit more dramatic and passionate B/C VALENTINE’S DAY!!
Word Count: 1.6K
Shoto Todoroki was dreamlike. Seemingly plucked from a Jane Austen novel, he was a modern-day Elizabethan era gentleman. He asks you to go on dates with him, not to hang out in his dorm room. He leaves you bundles of dried lavender by your door with a simple little love note tied to it. He tells you that you’re beautiful when you join him for breakfast in the common room, even though your hair is sticking in wonky directions and you’re pretty sure that there was drool crusted onto your cheek. Reassuring, polite, lovely. Everything a girl could want…well, sort of. There was always something missing from those dates and notes and compliments. They lacked fire.
When he walked you back to your dorm after a late night date, he’d simply smile and say ‘sweet dreams’ - no goodnight kiss. The notes held sweetness but were a bit short of passion. His compliments tended to stay strictly on a kids’ movie level. You loved it all, you loved him. But you were craving that romantic movie moment. Sometimes you just want him to drop his sweet demeanor and have him drag you to the edge of a cliff so you could yell ‘I’m flying!’ while wrapped in his arms. But, fire has ruled too much of his life - his father made sure of that - so you were fine with sweet and kind and caring, even if you had to resort to daydreaming about him ensnaring you in a fiery kiss every now and then.
Your dinner date had been exquisite. The food was incredible and the terrace you dined on was something out of a painting. Of course, you’d expect nothing less from Shoto. The sun had already started to set by the time the two of you had gotten up from your table, but the massive gray rain clouds that were overtaking the sky cast a darker lens over the world. Your hand was in his, swinging a little between the two of you as you took your time walking back to UA grounds. It’s quiet, but it’s comfortable. The part of town you were in was definitely still very city-like but quaint. Kind of like every scene in a movie set in an idealized Paris - without the litter and crowds. The one with different pastel-colored townhouses and curling iron railings. You almost expect someone to open up the shutters of their window to start singing a verse. Whilst you’re pleasantly distracted, Shoto has his eyes trained on the ground, focusing on every step forward. You only notice when you’re dawdling a little, marveling at a flower box with perfect looking flowers - seriously, they could probably win awards if there was a competition for it - and Shoto tugs your hand a bit more forward. You blink a bit in confusion and give him a tentative smile.
“Hey, is everything okay?” You ask, earning a quick nod from him.
“Yes, there’s just this gelato shop that closes before 8:00 that I planned for us to go to.” You frown, perplexed.
“But you don’t like gelato.” You point out, gaining a moment of pause. You register the varied pitter-patter of raindrops beginning to hit the ground and Shoto tenses.
“In that book you like, don’t the characters share a bowl of gelato?” He poses, getting a small laugh from you.
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with us and our date?” Shoto’s cheeks flush just a bit, clearly embarrassed.
“It’s romantic.” He mumbles, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting. You nod as a raindrop plops onto your shoulder.
“Yes, romantic for them,” You say, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, “because they both really like gelato. I know you don’t like it and I find it mediocre at best - kind of overrated, even, in my opinion.” Trying to add a bit of humor to your statement didn’t really have an affect on Shoto, causing your confusion to grow into concern. “Shoto, can you tell me what’s going on?” For the first time, Shoto looks frazzled. He seems uncertain about the entire situation. His gaze flits around wildly from you to the townhouses to the rain-filled sky, to the ever-growing intensity of the rain on the pavement.
“Let’s go, we don’t want to get poured on,” Shoto begins to say, but you keep your feet planted.
“I don’t mind the rain, but Sho. What’s going on?” You ask, worry coating your voice. Just as the Shoto had observed, the rain started falling at a much faster rate, coating your clothes and making your hair stick to your neck whilst his was becoming slicked to his forehead, little drops falling from the ends of it. Even though he was clearly upset at something, you couldn’t help but admit that he looked seriously attractive. Not handsome. He looked hot.
The rain is heavy now, just shy of pouring, while you’re looking at him. The sundress that you were wearing was weighing more heavily on your shoulders and drops were gathering on your lashes. And it’s romantic. It’s so, so romantic, and you can’t help it. Your lips quirk up in a smile, that spreads to a grin, that erupts into a giggle. Shoto snaps his head up to meet yours.
“Y/N?” He says, a little confused. You look up to the sky and let your hair hang back, letting the rain fall freely onto your face. It’s absolutely pouring now and you should be shivering, but Shoto’s holding your hand. And you feel warm.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’m so freakin’ in love with you.” You blurt, laughing through the rain and tilting your head to meet Shoto’s gaze. He’s shocked and he’s beet red.
“Wha, what? But, how, what?” He asks, looking around, trying to gain some clarity into the situation. “But I had this whole plan on how to say it to you.” He explains, earning more giggles from you.
“By sharing gelato? And trying not to grimace through eating it while you tell me you love me?” You get out, doubling over in laughter. Shoto’s lips pressed together and a playful smile sprouted from them.
“Hey, no laughing!” He says, a chuckle starting to come from him.
“That’s what you were freaking out over!” You explain, pointing at him like you’re an attorney finding the defendant guilty. He puts his hands up in confession and lets himself laugh freely. “I’ve got you down to a “t” Shoto Todoroki, I know your moves before you make ‘em!” Shoto’s smile turns quickly into a smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on him.
“Oh yeah? So how will I kiss you then?” He prompts, adding a shake to your laugh.
“Uh, what?” You say. He takes a step closer and you can now see the clearly defined muscles beneath his wet white buttoned down shirt.
“You say you’ve got me down to a “t”. Tell me how you imagined our first kiss going.” You look around, heat growing on your cheeks.
“Oh, I dunno…” you say, looking around.
“I know you’ve imagined it before. Tell me how it goes.” He says, losing the bit of cockiness he gained and replacing it with complete sappy kindness. You purse your lips, but to your dismay, it bleeds into a silly little smile.
“You’d walk me back to my dorm and kiss me goodnight. It’s sweet, quick - a little nervous. But it’s darling and gentlemanly. Just like you.” You admit. Shoto’s so close to you now.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. I love watching you succeed and be content.” His hand moved to tangle itself in your hair. “But you’re going to have to be wrong just this once.” And then his lips are on yours. It’s fiery and it’s feverish and it sets off fireworks. Your hands go immediately to his shirt, grabbing onto the wet material and holding onto it. His other hand sweeps around your waist, holding you flush against him as his mouth moves against yours. You’re kissing Shoto Todoroki in the pouring rain - and you’re melting. You’re sugar melting from water but here’s Shoto, keeping you together, holding you in his arms. You are breathless and it’s utterly exhilarating. And then it becomes increasingly aware that if you didn’t breathe in oxygen soon, you might pass out. You were fine with that result, but Shoto - ever the observer - pulled the two of you apart slowly and rested his forehead against yours.
“My heart’s beating so fast.” You breathe, because really, it’s the only thing you could manage to say.
“Me too.” He says, his embrace of you growing more tender than fervent, like the two of you had all the time in the world.
“We’re gonna catch a cold if we stay out here much longer.”
“Yeah.” He says, now pressing soft, light kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” The two of you are silent for a moment.
“This is so much better than gelato.” He admits, resulting in you throwing your head back in laughter and a wide grin spreading across his face.
“You melt my heart.” You confess.
“That’s cheesy - like your previous idea of our first kiss.” You giggle and take his hand in yours again, tugging him along the street more quickly towards UA.
“Hey, I still like that idea a lot. But you’re right, I was wrong about the outcome.”
“It can be our second kiss then.” He says, squeezing your hand. And there he was again. Reassuring, polite, lovely. “So you can be partially right.” And fiery.
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Candy Hearts Club ~ Masterlist
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!
❤ Melt My Heart ~ Shoto Todoroki ❤
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.
❤ Kiss Me ~ Katsuki Bakugo ❤
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?
❤ Be Mine ~ Hitoshi Shinsou ❤
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.
❤ One and Only ~ Levi Ackerman ❤
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.
❤ Love Bug ~ Shoto Todoroki ❤
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.
❤ XOXO ~ Hitoshi Shinso ❤
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?
❤ I’m Yours ~ Levi Ackerman ❤
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: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluffy Ending
Requested by: Anonymous
(hey i wanted to request silly girl by chloe moriondo with shoto???)
A/N: Here I am with another Todoroki fic! I’m pretty happy with how it turned out - it’s not a typical kind of fic that I’d write about Shoto, but I think the song paired nicely with it. It’s more serious than sweet I would say, but def fluffy at the v end. Also this song is so good omg. Anyways, thank you so much for requesting this within the event, I hope you love it!!!
Word Count: 1.6K
Shoto Todoroki gave you butterflies. He gave you that head-over-heels, “kicking your feet in the air” kind of feeling that makes you realize you’re in love. And not just that casual crush kind of thing - it was the kind of love where you smiled at him whenever you walked into class. That kind of love where you looked at him first after you finished a presentation, to see if he was nodding his head in agreement with your statements.
He appeared to be too good for the world, too lovely. When there was even a shadow of a smile, a chorus of angels seemed to sing and shine a halo on top of his head. He learned and spoke and trained with such grace and poise, like a ballerina not breaking a sweat during a difficult variation. His clothes were always ironed and fit him well and his hair flopped over his forehead in such a way that it looked like someone had meticulously set every strand into its place purposefully and methodically. To you, Shoto Todoroki was perfect.
What you didn’t know was that after he closed the door to his dorm room, he could do little to prevent himself from collapsing on his floor, his head in his hands. You didn’t know that some nights he would get so sad thinking about his family that he’d cry until he was hiccuping and felt like he was about to throw up. Or about the way he’d wrap himself in a blanket so tightly it felt like his mother giving him a hug, even though he hadn’t had one from her since he was eight years old. Shoto Todoroki was not a pristine tea plate in a fine china set. He was cracked. Falling apart. Broken.
But Shoto hid it well. He placed that soft indifferent mask on his face and went about his day, trying to force that worry and insecurity and heartbreak down, down beneath that facade. No slipping up, no making a scene. Perfection.
You weren’t meant to be up this late, however, a strong urge for a cup of tea had you out of your bed and walking down the hallways. It was late at night, or rather, really early in the morning so all of your classmates’ dorm lights were turned off. As you passed door after door, it was kind of funny. Some had white noise turned on, others calming piano music. Just another thing that made you love dorm life so much - the individuality. However, something was starkly out of place. The further down you walked, the more light seemed to be spilling out of a door. Cracked open just a smidge, you frowned. Who on earth is up this late? You thought to yourself, your feet carrying you a little quicker to the light source. Peeking at the name plate next to the door you sucked in a breath. Etched onto the plastic read the name “Shoto Todoroki”. You shook your head, taking a step back. It’s not my business to question why he’s up so late. You tell yourself, looking towards the end of the hallway where the common room lay, begging you to come and make a cup of tea. However, when you heard a faint sniffle, your head snapped back to his door. Not. My. Business, you force into your brain. Squeezing your eyes shut and spinning back around, you make to get your warm beverage. What stops you dead in your tracks is when you hear a cry. A cry, coming from Shoto’s room. Shoto was crying.
You knock softly, not too loud to wake anyone up but loud enough for him to hopefully hear. Immediately, the sniffles and quiet sobs stopped. You looked towards the ground to see a shadow slowly appearing and becoming bigger as he moved towards the door. It creaked open gently, and as soon as you saw his face, a part of you crumbled. His hair was messy, his pajamas rumpled. His heterochromatic eyes were glazed over with tears and tinged with red. You could see that his cupid’s bow was a bit wet as well, probably due to a runny nose.
“Oh, L/N. Did you need something?” He asked, however it came out more like a statement. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say before shaking your head. “Alright then, good night.” He says, moving to shut the door. You’re too quick, though, placing a hand on the door to prevent any further movement.
“I don’t need something,” you say a bit shyly, though your eyes gave a steadier impression, “but I think you do.” He said nothing, but continued to look at you. It felt like you were at a stalemate in a game of chess, neither of you were budging. Until the red-and-white haired boy conceded and swept the door open quickly, making you stumble into the room and almost fall face-first onto the floor. He didn’t say anything, but sat down on his futon quietly. “I just, uhm,” you begin, fiddling with your fingers and trying your hardest to not make a fool of yourself. “I wanted to make sure that you’re okay.” He looked up at you quickly after you said that and slightly narrowed his eyes.
“Does it seem to you like I’m ‘okay’?” You swallowed slightly and shook your head, more confident this time.
“No, it doesn’t seem like that. You’re one of, if not, the most put together people I know. This doesn’t really seem like you.”
“On the contrary, this happens quite often, it’s just that no one knows.” He says, laying down and staring at the ceiling.
“Is there anything I can get you to help? I was actually on my way to get a cup of tea, but maybe you might like a pillow or something to hold on to-”
“No, nothing tangible will help with this.” Shoto says, his tone a bit cold.
“What about if I listen?”
“Listen to what?”
“Whatever is troubling you. I don’t judge, I promise.” Shoto snorts a bit at your response.
“Didn’t you just say I’m so put together? You were alluding that I am someone who is perfect, so this will certainly prove to be troubling to your idea of me.”
“Perceptions change and people have layers.” You say simply, laying down on the floor next to him. “I like to get to know people, and if you’re not completely who I thought you were, who cares? It’s not people’s ideas of you who matter most.” You don’t see it, but he cracks a small smile.
“Okay then.” And so he tells you. He tells you everything that makes him cry and worry and keeps him up at night. He cries through most of it as he confesses the darkness of his life, both in fear of it finally coming to light and relief. Relief that another person now knows what’s been troubling him since infancy. He tells you how his mother was taken away from him before the age of ten after she scarred his face. He tells you about his father and how every part of that man’s being plagues him. He confides in you about his siblings and how detached he felt from them, and how he was too young to know his older brother that died. He tells you how completely cracked and shattered he truly feels.
“Todoroki, do you know what kintsugi is?” You ask, your eyes growing a little droopy from drowsiness but still fighting to stay open. You see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye. You take a breath, and then continue. “It’s an art where people repair broken pottery, china, and other stuff like that by sort of gluing the pieces back together with gold. It’s so that people know it was previously broken, but it’s made even more beautiful than it originally was with pretty golden seams.” You shift your head to look at Shoto to find he was already looking at you, a fresh wave of tears in his eyes. A couple of your own start to slip down your cheeks as you smile widely at him. “And I know that you said you were broken. I believe you truly were. But I see the gold that binds you back together. You’re not perfect. You’re not without flaws. But you’re incredible, and admirable, and so completely brave for being able to live what you’ve lived through and be who you are.” And, for the first time, Shoto smiles at you - truly smiles at you. It’s wobbly and his lips were stained with salty tears, but he was smiling. “And so many people love you for it. All of us do. So please don’t be afraid to cry in front of us or confide in us. Please be you with us.” You say, basically pleading. Shoto chuckles a bit and nods his head. A smile graces your cheeks as you sit up. “Good” You say simply, standing up and smoothing out your pajamas.
“Are you going?” He asks, standing up quickly.
“While it is Saturday tomorrow, it’s also 2:30 in the morning, so I should probably get some sleep.” You sigh, yawning. He nods but looks slightly crestfallen. You hold his hands and give him a sleepy grin. “I’m going to bed, but I’ll be awake in the morning. Come find me then, okay?” You say, earning a squeeze of your hand back. “Sweet dreams, Shoto.” You say, slipping from his room into the dark of the night.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He whispers, turning off his light and falling onto his futon. For the first time in years, he doesn’t have nightmares. Instead, when his head hit the pillow, he found himself dreaming of you.
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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.
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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.
Signed sincerely,
Lady Songbird.
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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.
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Midnight Brownies - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
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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!
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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.
“Have sweet, sweet dreams Y/N.”
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WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff at the End, Small Amounts of Swearing, Academic Burnout :(
A/N: I’m back with some ANGST. In late February, as I’m sure many others are feeling right now, the feeling of academic burnout is REALLL. February and March, I feel, are always the month where it seems like one day of school lasts an entire year. So, I decided to try writing that into a fic with Shoto there to help the reader through it, and I ended up really liking it. The tone is a much somber one than I’m used to writing, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I completely understand - feel free to check out the works on the masterlist that are completely fluffy goodness with Shoto! I hope you all enjoy, and we should be back to our regularly scheduled fluff soon after this! As always, requests are open <3.
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Winter is bleak. The trees are barren, the air hangs in the atmosphere with a dominating presence, and the nights come too quickly. Even when it is daytime, the sun barely manages to peek its head out from behind the ever present sullen clouds. It’s gloomy. And, with the lack of warmth went all of your motivation for school work.
It was a stereotypical saying from a student. “I have no motivation.” “I procrastinate way too much.” “I don’t want to do this anymore.” But, in the end, all of their work gets turned in by the due date and they receive little to no red pen marks on their papers - sometimes they even get a little gold star sticker on the top left corner. No one actually loses their motivation - they just get bored of it for an hour and complain. Which, of course, they had a right to complain. School was tough for everyone, no matter what they said or what outward appearance they might give. You were almost similar in this respect. Almost, being the key word of that sentence.
Your desk was at an upward angle, so whenever you flicked your pencil up towards the top, it would roll back down into the palm of your hand, like it was an incredibly well-trained dog. On command, loyal - it would always come back to you. The multiple pages of notebook paper in front of you, however, were not as forgiving as your writing utensil. Sure, there were words written all over it - in fact, they were well-strung and formed beautiful sentences, arguing the point that your prompt had asked of you. Present Mic was not one to typically assign hand-written essays, but this was one that he thought would be best displayed on a graphite-scribbled piece of paper. You have gotten glowing peer reviews and edits from your teachers, so there should be nothing holding you back from submitting it. Nothing, except that thought that hung in your mind - what if it wasn’t good enough? You knew it was good, you had too, so why was there that mental block? Maybe it was because you have been stuck inside your dorm room for hours upon end. Perhaps the ongoing cramp in your lower back? You move your head to glance at the window, finding white specks falling from the skies. It was probably the weather.
You longed for spring - for the time you could wear shorts and a t-shirt, or tank top, or whatever you wanted and be comfortable with the sun hitting your face. You wanted to be able to walk on the grass barefoot and not cringe when it would hit a spiky dead patch. Everything would be lush and green and delightful. You let your head fall over the back of your chair, your neck bracing it. Your hands moved to rub your eyes and then rest on your face, tired, bored, done. You were left there, wanting change. And like some sort of angel had heard your begging, you registered a soft knock followed by the opening of a door.
“Everything okay?” His soft tone of voice felt enough like a warm, May breeze that a smile wedged itself between your lips. You let your hands fall away from your cheeks and turn to look at the speaker.
“No.” You answered truthfully, drawing your legs up onto your chair and letting your chin rest on the shared space your knees created. Sympathy flickered in his turquoise and gray eyes as he walked towards you, kneeling down in front of you and holding both of your hands in both of his. His thumbs brush over the tops of your pencil-marked hands, but he kisses the tips of your fingers anyways. You hoped that no graphite would transfer onto the pretty light pink of his lips.
“It’s the essay?” He queries, moving now to press light kisses to the patches of skin where his thumbs had brushed.
“Mmm,” you hum in affirmation, giving him a sad smile. He notes how your dimples weren’t present in your cheeks, a tell-tale sign that you were really having some trouble, and he stood up.
“Do you want me to look over it again? I don’t think I’ll find anything new to edit, but I can always give you some suggestions so that you feel like it’s a little bit different.” He offers. Shoto has always been like this. So genuine, so loving. He does everything in his power to make you feel comforted. However, this time, it’s just not working.
“No. Thank you, though.” You brush some of the flyways that were sticking up in all different directions off and away from your face. As you are doing so, Shoto takes the time to look around your room. Crumpled up napkins and takeout containers were dotting your dresser and your bed was not made. Your hamper was full, clothes overflowing and in need of a wash. And you - still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.
“How about we go for a walk outside.” He suggests, grabbing your hand to stand up. You do so, a bit begrudgingly, but take a step back towards your bed.
“I dunno, I still have a lot to do here - my room’s a mess and that essay’s still not done.” You protest, fully knowing that if you take a step out of your dorm, you are probably going to break down crying in front of him. It was not because you were sad or unhappy with anything in your life at the moment - in fact, your friendships and relationships and training has never been going better. If anyone were to look at you on any given day, they would say you were thriving. But, deep down, you felt academically burnt out.
“And you can get back to those things after we go outside for a bit, I’ll help you with the cleaning and with your essay. Just, please. Okay?” Shoto asks, clearly not taking your pitiful excuses as law. Finally, you relent.
“Okay. Let me get my coat.”
The crunching beneath your foot as a result of the snow touches your eardrums in the best way, the quick and defining sound music to your ears. Your mittened hand was in Shoto’s gloved one and the coat wrapped around you provided you with warmth. Even though you were outside as the snow fell, you felt… claustrophobic.
“I think we should go out to dinner. To celebrate turning in the essays, maybe this Saturday?” Your smile reaches your eyes a bit more this time.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” The weeping willow tree branches that framed the greenspace looked like spindly spider legs instead of blossoming ribbons. The pond was frozen over instead of being dotted with lily pads and the sounds of croaking frogs. The flowers that had been planted by the staff were shriveled up and dead due to a late frost. All of those things bummed you out. Instantly, Shoto saw the sudden change in your expression.
“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong. I know sometimes you get in a rut, but usually it’s for about a day or even less, and then you’re back. I’m not saying it’s wrong or unnatural to feel like this, believe me I know what it’s like to experience a prolonged period of…” he tries to find the right word, “…melancholy, but it’s not like you. You get excited when snowflakes stick to the windows and you can see the designs, you cheer and jump up and down when you craft the perfect sentence in school assignments… I’m just, I’m worried for you, love.”
“Melancholy.” You say. “What a beautiful word for such a numbing feeling.” You shake your head, like there’s something dancing on the top of your hair, and face him. “I’m just so tired of churning assignment after assignment out of my mind. I feel like there’s never a break, never a moment to pause and enjoy what I just submitted. It’s like I have food poisoning and there’s nothing that can stop me from spitting up thesis statements and metaphors and persuasive arguments. And maybe it’s because I linger on them for so long - that I get caught up in the essay and can’t get past it. And for this essay to be the one that makes me feel like this?” You throw your hands up in the air, exasperated. “For god’s sake, it’s about Hero History!! I’m great at Hero History!! I could write a book on Hero History!!” Finally, you’re left huffing and sweating from your outburst, your hands balled into fists and your body facing Shoto’s. Finally, you feel the confining shell start to crack, to bend and break.
“Take your jacket off.” Shoto says, earning a confused visage to spread across your face.
“What? Are you serious? It’s snowing right now.” He nods as he pulls his own one off, followed by his gloves. Warily, you follow suit - slipping your arms out from the sleeves and throwing your gloves onto the ground. You only look back to him in time to find him running at you, almost full speed.
“AHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” You shout out, trying to back up. But, you’re not fast or prepared enough to outrun your determined boyfriend. “OOOF!” You exclaim as Shoto wraps his arms around you and tackles you into the snow. You gasp as the snowdrift spills down the back of your shirt, shocking your body from the fast switch between the swaddled warmth of a jacket to the bone-chilling feeling of snow pressing against your skin. You could go on and on about how a spring day and running through a sprinkler would be a far superior feeling… but damn, right now, you feel alive. You don’t feel static - you’re kinetic energy - zipping around from one molecule to the next. You don’t care about your essay, you don’t feel like melting back into your room like a hermit crab into its shell. And you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard you start crying, and then those tears meld into real ones as you sob into Shoto’s shirt, no doubt getting tears and probably snot from your nose all over it.
Your boyfriend, though, couldn’t care less about the quality of his shirt. He held you against his chest, sitting up with you a bit and rocking you slowly against him. Occasionally, he pressed his cold lips against your forehead and stroked your hair behind your ear, he held you and let you weep until no more tears squeaked out of your eyes.
“Thank you,” you say, sniffling and finally looking up at him through your glassy gaze. And while Shoto has always been beautiful, he looks breathtaking here. His snow white and fiery red hair serve as a stark and vibrant hue against the snow-gray sky and his eyes are adorned by snowflake-caked lashes. His smile was caring and the tips of his nose and ears turned red with chill. He loves you so, so much.
“There you are,” he says so tenderly, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A wobbly but happy smile graces your face for the first time in a couple of days. “We should probably get inside - I don’t want you to get a cold. We can get some hot chocolate, watch a movie, and then I can take a look at that essay?” He suggests, clearly stepping warily into the cause of your sudden spiral. The gleeful nod that you give makes him breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yes to all of those things. And then I’m going to submit that essay and have Present Mic do with it what he will. It’s good - it’s great.” You say, making Shoto - and yourself - understand. You are capable of such incredible things, both small and big. You can have beautiful friendships and a talented display of fighting technique. You are a great student and a fantastic essay writer. You can love both Spring and Winter without them having to be the antagonist of the other. Yes, frost kills flowers, but it also allows them to be reborn. Without frost, one might never have been able to see what beauty the second sprout could hold.
“You’re fantastic.” He says, pressing one last searing kiss to your lips before helping you up and grabbing your jacket. He buttons his own up and then helps you zip up yours, pressing a kiss to your nose once the two of you are ready to go inside. He shivers a bit as the two of you begin your journey back.
“I’m ready for spring - are you?” He asks, wrapping his arm around you and walking in the set pace you have created - like you’re a pair of penguins huddling for warmth.
“Not just yet,” you say. “I feel like I haven’t been appreciating winter as much as I should have - haven’t given it a fair fighting chance.”
“Well, there’s nothing really bad about spring, is there?” He says. You think about it a bit.
“The pollen. Pollen sucks.” Chuckling as the two of you finally make it back inside, he looks at you.
“I love you.” He says. You know there’s probably going to be days like this in the future. They won’t be often, probably occurring sparingly throughout the year. Shoto will also have days like this. Everyone will have days like this. But you know that he will be there and your friends will be there to lift you out of that deep, dark well of water that engulfs you. And you will always be there to do the same for him. So, saying it is as easy as breathing.
“I love you too.”
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Coffee & Comfort
While studying for midterms at an obscure coffee shop on campus, your (very handsome) professor comes in to do some grading. The two of you share a table since he needs an outlet to charge his laptop, which leads to the start of a forbidden relationship.
The next day, your classes seemed to be dragging along. Your English 15 class, which was normally interesting and fun, seemed boring and a total snoozefest today. The class was focused exclusively on Shakespeare, and you were two thirds of the way done with The Merchant of Venice. Your professor was going on about the possibility of Antonio being in love with Bassanio and the erotic undertones present throughout the play.
Sighing, you typed out notes as he went through the slides. Your mind kept flickering back to Professor Todoroki, who you were set to see tonight. Your last class ended at 7:50, which meant you had about two hours to spend with him. You didn’t have his class until the next day, which meant you were very eager to see him.
At 10:45 sharp, your professor dismissed class. The rest of your day was free until 7, so you figured you would go back to your dorm and take a nap before grabbing some lunch.
You awoke to the sound of your dorm room opening and your roommate, Ochaco, slipping in. Upon seeing you in your bunk bed, she froze, an apologetic look on her face.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Did I wake you up?”
Yawning, you waved your hand dismissively at her.
“It’s fine. I might have slept more if it hadn’t been for you.”
You began to crawl down from your bed before turning to look at her.
“Have you eaten? I was planning on grabbing some lunch.”
“Sure!” she replied.
She dropped off her things before the two of you began walking down the hallway towards the elevators. You chatted about your morning so far, about your classes and all of the work that you had to do. She was a premed student with the hopes of becoming a nurse, and her coursework was loaded.
“My Chemistry professor is so sweet but he kind of rushes through everything,” she complained, stabbing her fork into her salad.
You laughed, taking a bite of your burger.
“Is this the professor that everyone has a crush on?”
She blushed, nodding as she stabbed another piece of lettuce.
“Uh huh, that’s him!”
Her eyes narrowed for a second before she pointed her fork at you.
“Hey, you have the hot professor too! Everyone on campus is thirsty for Professor Todoroki.”
It was your turn to blush. The fact that you were going to see him tonight had your heart racing, and you quickly changed the subject. Ochaco didn’t seem to notice, continuing to chatter on about her classes.
***
At 8 PM sharp, you were stepping into Espresso Express, chest tight with excitement and nervousness. It was a little busier than the night before, and you blamed it on the week going on and more work being assigned. Stepping up to the counter, you ordered a mango raspberry fresca before scouring for an open table.
“Fancy running into you here.”
Professor Todoroki’s soft voice had you turning around, a smile already spreading onto your face.
“I could say the same thing,” you giggled.
He returned the smile, stepping next to you.
“Ah, I see you’re scouting for a table.”
He began walking away from you towards a table near the back by the restrooms. It was far away from everyone else, secluded and strangely quiet. He began putting his things down, telling you he was going to order before disappearing. Following his lead, you began putting your things down, opening your laptop and typing in your password.
Professor Todoroki returned with his drink order and yours. A light blush dusted his cheeks as he handed it to you.
“I, er, heard you place your order. I hope this is alright.”
“Of course it is,” you stammered out.
He settled into his seat, opening his laptop. His eyes peered at you over the top of it, a question seeming to form on his lips.
“How was your day? Did you have class today?”
“It was okay. I had English 15 today.”
“Ah, the Shakespeare class? I’m friends with Professor Vlad. His love for literature astounds me.”
You smiled.
“I really enjoy his class. We’ve been reading The Merchant of Venice. It’s my first time reading it.”
You two settled into a light conversation before falling quiet. Opening your planner, you scanned your work for today, trying to finish up what you hadn’t been able to do earlier. Flipping open your Math textbook, you began working through the problems on the page. Furrowing your brow, you tried to work through the second to last one, a word problem that you were having difficulty solving.
“Do … you need some help?”
Embarrassed, you gave him a nod. Standing, he grabbed his chair and moved it next to yours. Since he was so close, you could feel his knee brushing against yours. The sensation had sparks shooting up your spine. His eyes scanned your paper before he reached for your pencil. His long fingers brushed against yours, sending another round of sparks throughout you.
“Ah, Calculus. It was my worst enemy when I was in school, but I’m still pretty decent at it.”
He began underlining some of the key terms in the problem, along with the numbers you needed to solve it. As he did so, he began explaining the importance of each phrase, making connections to the Math topic and drawing arrows to the numbers presented. You pushed his notebook towards you and he began writing out the work, explaining the process as he did. By the time he finished, you understood the problem and began working by yourself on the next one. He checked your work, smiling and confirming you had done it. Logging in to your Math course, you opened the program to submit your work and typed in your answers.
“Oh! They were right!” you exclaimed, turning to give him a wide smile.
“I’m glad I could help,” he replied, eyes shining down at you with pride.
The two of you continued to stare at each other. You took that chance to fully study his face. In the soft light of the cafe, you admired the way his hair fell, parted down the middle to reveal his different colored eyes. He had sharp features, his cheekbones high on his face and his jaw so sharp you fought the urge to run a finger along it. His lips were slightly parted, and you tried your hardest to not let your eyes keep flicking over to them.
“Do you … still need help?”
His voice came out as a whisper, and you realized that the moment had been broken.
“I think I’m okay, thank you, Professor.”
“Shoto.”
You blinked, confusion touching your brow.
“Excuse me?”
“Please, call me Shoto when we’re here,” he explained. “Professor is for when we are in class.”
Your eyes went wide. He wanted you to call him by his first name?
“O-okay, sure!” you stuttered out.
He stood then, returning his chair to his original position across from you. His eyes stayed fixated on his laptop and he resumed his work as if nothing had happened. You stared at him for a moment before closing your Math textbook and checking your planner again. The remainder of the night was quiet, and you feared that you had done something wrong.
Strictly Business
Shouto Todoroki seemingly has a perfect life - he’s rich, has a beautiful wife, and is extremely handsome.
You are his secretary, fresh out of college and trying to get a foot in the business world.
Your boss asks you for a favor, and out of it comes an affair.
Did we mention your boss is married ?
Read first chapter on AO3 here
Read last chapter here
The inside of the hotel was just as breathtaking, and you found yourself rooted in place as you gaped at the lobby. A spiral staircase was immediately by the entrance, with a few people descending the stairs. There was a sign that read Deku Foundation Charity Gala - Meeting Room One in front of you, with an arrow point behind it. Sucking in a breath, you made your way towards the direction the sign pointed at, keeping your posture straight as you kept your eyes ahead. The looks that many men gave you as you walked past didn’t go unnoticed, but you pressed on.
Two workers stood at the entrance of the meeting room, with one holding a tray of champagne. Smiling, he grabbed one and politely handed it to you while the other bowed, welcoming you to the hotel and opening the door to the meeting room. You thanked him, slowly stepping through the doorway while taking a sip of the bubbly.
The meeting room had been absolutely transformed, with large, round tables spread about decorated with luxurious, golden tablecloths. Various people were spread about in small throngs, chatting amongst themselves while holding a wide variety of drinks. Feeling self conscious, you took another sip of champagne while you discreetly looked for your boss. Taking a small step forward, you pretended to scan the room casually until you felt someone approach you.
“Well, hello there. Don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
Turning, you saw a blonde man not much older than you, a cocky smirk on his face. His eyes grazed over your body hungrily, taking a sip of his whiskey as his eyes bore into yours.
“Hi,” you greeted him shyly.
“Are you here alone, sweetheart?”
You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by a deep voice and a warm arm wrapping around your waist securely.
“She’s with me, actually.”
The man frowned, giving you a quick goodbye before scuttling off. Sighing in relief, you turned to see your boss, Mr. Todoroki, standing there. Your breath caught in your chest as you took in his appearance. His hair was slicked back, fully revealing his handsome face. He was wearing a navy suit that brought out his one blue eye, tailored to fit his muscled body perfectly. You tried not to stare at him too long, instead greeting him with a small bow of your head.
“You look gorgeous,” he breathed out, the hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.
“T-thank you, sir,” you flushed, looking away in embarrassment.
“Please, it’s Shouto tonight,” he smiled.
With that, he guided you, leading you towards a small group of men conversing by the bar. When they saw him approaching, they ended their conversation, greeting him with wide smiles. Their eyes lingered on you, curiosity coloring their faces as you stood by Shouto’s side quietly.
“Mr. Todoroki!” one of them boomed, extending his hand out for a handshake.
He returned the handshake eagerly, his hand still wrapped protectively around you. The man’s eyes flickered towards you, waiting for one of you to say something. It was another man, one with sharp eyes dressed in all black, who asked the question.
“Shouto,” his voice was gravelly. “Who is this gorgeous woman you have here?”
Smiling, he turned his head to face you, giving you a soft, proud smile.
“This is my secretary. I asked her to accompany me tonight. She is a wonderful worker with a business background.”
“Well damn,” the same man laughed. “I wish my secretary looked like her!”
The first man who had shook Shouto’s hand, a blonde one with a neat, short beard, grinned, reaching over to gently grab your hand and press a quick kiss to it.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he all but purred.
“Hawks,stop it,” a man with graying hair said, rolling his eyes.
“What? You know I can’t help myself around pretty women,” Hawks said, winking at you.
You felt Shouto stiffen beside you. He cleared his throat, hand tugging you slightly closer until you were nearly flush against him. The men fell silent then, waiting for him to speak again.
“I was hoping we could discuss investing?”
The group of men fell into an intense conversation, with them asking why exactly a company as large as Shouto’s needed even more money. He began talking about his company’s future ventures, explaining how each of them could stand to make their companies grow exponentially. While the conversation progressed, you realized that you recognized the men from your business courses. Hawks had invested into aerodynamics, with a focus on sponsoring space shuttles. The man in all black, Mr. Orca, was investing in cleaning the oceans, with his company creating technology to help clean them. The last man, who the industry called Edgeshot for his weapons company, was the quietest, listening quietly as he sipped on his gin.
“Excuse me for interrupting,” you said, tilting your head towards Shouto, “But if I may?”
The men fell silent. Flushing, you cleared your throat before speaking again.
“Mr. Todoroki’s company has recently been investing in renewable energy. With the current global crisis, I’m sure you can unite together and have your money flow increase. Mr. Hawks, you can work together to find ways for shuttles to use more eco-friendly fuel, and Mr. Orca can clean the oceans and keep the planet clean doing so.”
A slow smile crossed Mr. Hawks’ face.
“Well, you have a good one, Shouto, I’ll give you that.”
The men finished up their conversation, thanking him before walking away. Letting out a breath, you turned to Shouto, ready to apologize.
“I’m so sorry for intruding, but I thought it was important to mention.”
“No, that was great,” he beamed. “Hawks is really hard to sell to, he has a bit of an ego … But I think that helped sell our case.”
He took the flute of champagne from you, taking a sip from it before handing it back to you. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes that you had never seen before, and the realization had your heart pounding. He began to lead you away, the hand around your waist slightly lowering down until it was at your mid back.
The next hour was spent socializing, meeting his colleagues and even a few of his friends. You had never seen your boss so relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing alongside him. There were times, especially when he was with his friends, that he outright flirted with you, though it was subtle in his own way.
It was when he was talking to Iida, one of his close friends, that you caught on that he had been flirting with you since talking with the group of investors. Iida had been asking about your job and how you were enjoying your time.
“Oh, it’s great! I’m so happy there,” you gushed. “Mr. Todoroki is so good to me.”
“I’m only good to you because you’re so good to me,” Shouto replied. “I mean, who else knows how to arrange my schedule so perfectly?”
“Well, you are quite busy,” you teased.
Giggling, you leaned into him more, and Shouto embraced it, chuckling as he shook his head. You weren’t sure if Iida was oblivious or just pretending to not notice, but he simply watched you two with a blank expression.
It was when you met Deku, though, that you realized maybe something was going on.
“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you!”
Deku had an incredibly nice, freckled face pulled up into a warm, friendly smile. He clasped your hand with both of his, squeezing it lightly as he thanked you for coming. The nervous way he looked between the both of you was quick, but you had caught it.
“Shouto has told me so much about you,” he began, seeming to hesitate.
“Oh?”
Turning to your boss, you tilted your head curiously.
“Good things, I hope?”
Unbeknownst to you, Shouto had opened up quite a bit to Deku after telling him you would be his date. It hadn’t taken long for his friend to realize that he was attracted to you, and he had warned Shouto to be careful because of Momo.
“You know I only speak highly of you.”
Smiling, you let your hand trail up his arm, squeezing his bicep before slipping it through and wrapping your hand around it. Deku’s eyebrows shot up, cheeks going red as he cleared his throat and took a long sip from his champagne.
“Um, I’m going to find Ochaco.”
He dashed off, leaving you alone with Shouto again. Quirking a brow, you looked to him but he merely shrugged.
The rest of the gala went very much the same, with Shouto chatting with the elite and trying to secure business deals with a few. You were making mental notes, interjecting when possible and trying to arrange business meetings with them for the upcoming weeks. Thankfully, Shouto had kept your phone in his pocket, and you had slipped your hand sneakily into it, sliding it out while tracing your fingers along his hips. Every time you pulled it out to jot down something, the hand around your waist would tighten briefly before relaxing again. A part of you felt that you were riling him up, and you blamed the atmosphere of the gala for doing so.
It was nearing midnight when the gala began to wind down, Deku thanking everyone for coming and reminding them that their hotel rooms were taken care of. Your feet were aching from walking around in heels for hours, and you were thankful that you would be able to rest for a bit. Shouto peered down at you, silently studying your face before he spoke.
“I requested a room next to mine, so let’s go check out how that worked out.”
Strictly Business
Shouto Todoroki seemingly has a perfect life - he’s rich, has a beautiful wife, and is extremely handsome.
You are his secretary, fresh out of college and trying to get a foot in the business world.
Your boss asks you for a favor, and out of it comes an affair.
Did we mention your boss is married ?
Read first chapter here
Read previous chapter here
It was the tenth time that you had peered at your reflection in the mirror, and it had yet to do anything to calm your nerves.
It was the night of the gala, and your boss had informed you that the car that would be taking you to the gala would be picking you up in half an hour. Since you would be working over the weekend, Mr. Todoroki had given you the day off so you would have plenty of time to get ready. You had slept in, eating a healthy breakfast before jumping into the shower to get ready.
As promised, Mr. Todoroki had sent you a woman to do your hair and another woman to do your makeup. The hair woman had arrived not long after you had gotten out of the shower, and she was quick to blow dry your hair and get started. Right on cue, the makeup woman arrived next, greeting your hairdresser cheerfully before setting up in your bathroom.
Now, with twenty five minutes before the car was set to arrive, your heart was pounding in your chest as you turned around and examined yourself again. Hatsume had created an exquisitely beautiful gown, and you were still in disbelief at how gorgeous you looked in it. The dress was strapless, made of a soft, floral print that flowed down to the floor. The bust was a U shape, with a slit revealing your cleavage pushed up by expensive lingerie you had splurged on. Your waist was cinched, a band of the floral material pulling you back and upright. A slit ran up to your midthigh, exposing your freshly shaved legs. The hairdresser had left your hair down, loose, beachy waves flowing down to your chest. The makeup artist had settled on a subtle, natural look, your eyelids shimmering under the lights.
You looked rich.
Sighing, you gathered your belongings, grabbing your luggage and dragging it towards the front door. Mr. Todoroki had asked you to pack business casual clothes for some weekend activities, so you had made sure to pack your best clothes. Even though the car was fifteen minutes away, you were extremely restless and needed something to do. Heels clicking down your apartment hallway, you tried to take deep breaths to slow the anxiousness filling your chest.
You were in the big leagues now. You had to suck it up and be a big girl.
A few neighbors gave you wide eyed stares as you walked past, their heads turning to follow you as you walked towards the front of the building. Your landlord, who was busy collecting their mail, froze in their movements, the stack of envelopes falling from their hand.
“Whoa, 309, is that you?” he blinked.
“Hi, sorry, I’m waiting for my ride,” you sheepishly replied.
“You look like you’re going to Tokyo Fashion Week or something. What’s the occasion?”
“Work,” you replied simply, flashing him a smile.
He merely stared at you, giving you the chance to walk away. It was chilly out, but you were so nervous the cold didn’t register with you. Checking your phone, you saw there was about ten minutes before the ride was set to arrive.
A bright pair of headlights shone down your street, a black SUV with tinted windows rolling down until it came to a stop in front of you. The driver side door opened and a man jumped out, a stereotypical driver’s hat on his head. He came to a stop before you, bowing his head before addressing you by your last name.
“Mr. Todoroki has sent me to come escort you. Let me take your belongings. Please, get into the backseat.”
Blinking, you did as he said, quietly thanking him before carefully sliding into the backseat. He carefully placed your things into the trunk, slamming it shut before jogging back to the driver’s seat.
“There will be some traffic heading to the hotel, so make yourself comfortable. Mr. Todoroki instructed that there be water and some snacks for you back there.”
He started the car, the engine rolling to life. The GPS began giving directions in a robotic voice, and then you two were off. Just as he said, there was a cold bottle of water in the cupholder, along with various bags of snacks. You opened the water and took a sip to steady your nerves, making sure not to smudge your lipstick.
Jazz played quietly in the background, the car silent minus the GPS occasionally speaking. You absently remembered Mr. Todoroki saying that the hotel was rather far, and when you heard the GPS announce you would be arriving in forty five minutes, you knew it was true. Sucking in a breath, you settled into the backseat and closed your eyes, trying to relax before the craziness of the night. You tried to picture the hotel, what everyone else would be wearing, and what kind of tasks you would be juggling during the gala. A part of you wondered what Mr. Todoroki would look like, since this was a black tie event.
You flushed at the thought. He was your boss.
Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
You were awoken by the sound of the driver calling your name. Shooting upright, you replied with a slurred “yes” before glancing around you. The car had come to a stop and was in a procession of cars. Frowning, you leaned forward to peer through the windshield before your eyes went wide. The procession of cars was alongside the harbor, the water twinkling under the lights of the hotel. Each person that disembarked from their car looked expensive, wearing couture gowns and suits while dripping in diamonds and jewels.
Swallowing nervously, you patted down your hair and grabbed a mirror to make sure your makeup was intact. As your car slowly pulled to the front, you steadied yourself with some deep breaths before it was your turn, the driver opening your door and extending a hand out to you.
You took it, gently stepping out before glancing at the hotel in front of you.
Intercontinental greeted you in gold letters, a glass balcony wrapping around the building. You continued to stare up at it until the driver returned with your belongings.
“Let the concierge know that you’re with Mr. Todoroki. They will take your belongings up to your room.”
With that, he gave you one last bow before turning and climbing back into the car, leaving you alone outside the hotel.
Kinktober Day 28- Breeding part l feat. Shoto Todoroki x Male Reader
EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
tags/warnings:Hybrid reader, breeding, oral sex (receiving and giving), mild somnophilia, mild power imbalance, angst, mentions of past abuse, some abo dynamics (reader is an omega), He/Him pronouns
word count:10k
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summary:Abandoned by your old master and left to die you believe your life is over but when a large man saves you from the dumpster and takes you to a new home you find the happiness you never thought you could have.
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“Why would you bring him here?” A cool voice hissed from the other room. You grabbed a hold of your soft tail and held it close to your chest to find some comfort.
Tonight had filled you with a whirlwind of emotions your mind was still trying to understand. One minute you were in the cold wet dumpster master left you in and the next a large orange man was pulling you into his warm arms. You were too weak to even bother putting up a fight, you laid limp in his strong arms as he carried you through the city of Tokyo.
Some time during the walk, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you see is the ceiling to a very nice home. You wiggle your arms around a little and resist the urge to moan at the amazing feeling of the soft fabric caressing your skin. You turn your head to rub your cheek and could not stop the purr arising from your throat from the smell of the cushions. The fragrance reminds you of the sharp smell of a cold night with the smokey undertones of a fire.
Only when you heard the fight begin in the other room did you stop the vibrations in your throat, not wanting to alert anyone you were awake.
“I could not take him with me Shoto, my hotel room is not accommodating to hybrids.” The deep commanding voice sighed, “I understand this is not ideal but I could not bring myself to drop him off at the shelter.”
“That is bullshit,” the cool one called Shoto begins to pace the room, “You are meddling in my life again. I‘ve told you a hundred times I will never undertake in the care of a hybrid and yet you ignore my wishes.” He lets out a dry laugh, “what else is new.”
“Shoto it was not like that. You should have seen him he was practically frozen, left in an alleyway dumpster to die by whoever was caring for him.”
“So take him to a shelter, not my home. Or If you are that worried about him find a hotel that will accommodate hybrids and keep him there, it is not like you, the number one hero, is hurting for money.”
“The hero conference filled up all available hotel rooms, even with pulling strings there were no rooms.” The man sighed, “I understand your distrust in my decision to bring him here, I deserve nothing less. I was not trying to force a hybrid in your care. I swear I will come tomorrow after the conference to pick him up, hotel rooms should open up by then.”
The pacing stopped, “One-night old man, that is all I will do. If you are not here by noon tomorrow I will drop him off at a shelter.”
“Thank you, Shoto. Please call me if anything changes, if not I will be here by noon tomorrow.” The deep voice man stepped out of the other room into the room where you were resting. You quickly slam your eyes shut hoping he would mistake you for being asleep.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “I know you are awake.”
You press your eyes tighter together, keeping your breathing even to keep up the ruse.
“I know Shoto sounds upset, but it is me he is mad at, not you. You will be safe here tonight and I will come back in the morning to take you anywhere you want to go.”
You crack open one eye, “Promise?” You whisper, your voice hoarse.
The man nodded, “I swear.”
You press your chapped lips together. You did not want to leave this place, it was so warm and smelled so nice. But if the owner of this home did not want you to stay it was better to leave before he leaves you into a dumpster as your other master had.
You nod, “sounds like a plan.”
He nods bringing his hand up to rub awkwardly your head, “that is the spirit.”
“Do not be afraid to ask Shoto for help tonight. He is a good hero and will take care of you.”
“Ok,” you agree knowing damn well there was no way you would ask anything of Shoto. You did not want to accidentally set him off and end up right back where you started. You would ignore the gnawing hunger and foul smell coating your skin if it means you could stay here for the night.
“Well, I will be off then,” He stood to his full height, grabbing his coat off the hook by the door. “Remember what I said, anything you need do not be afraid to ask for.” He opens the sliding door into the home and closes it, leaving you and the strange man alone in the home.
Your ears were perked up all the way to try and make out where in the house the man was but his footsteps were so quiet when he was not pacing it was near impossible to trace his movements. You could not even rely on your sense of smell to give him away as the whole house already was drenched in his scent.
You curl up tighter onto the soft couch, making sure your belly was guarded. You knew the big man promised you were in no danger and his voice held sincerity but you could not bring yourself to relax. What if he was wrong and Shoto hated you for invading his home? Many hybrids would fight to the death if someone invaded their territory.
“Are you in pain?”
A small eep leaves your throat as Shoto’s upside-down face appears right in front of yours. His head tilts with curiosity at the sound you make, his bicolored eyebrows furrowing.
“Is that how you talk? This will definitely make communication more difficult.” He walks around the couch, crouching down. He brings a hand to his chest, “I am Shoto.” He said, his words slow and louder than before, “I mean you no harm.”
One arm slowly waves in a semi-circle to point to the room you are in. “This is my house, you will stay here with me for the night.”
He closely watches your face for any sign of understanding. Not wanting him to repeat himself you slowly nod.
“Are you hungry?” He rubs his hands over his stomach.
You nod.
“Do you like cold soba? I have some already made in my fridge.”
You could not stop yourself from cringing at his suggestion, the idea of putting anything cold into your was revolting.
“So no cold soba.” He brings his hands to his chin mumbling to himself, “I do have some leftovers in the fridge but none of it would be appealing to a hybrid.”
“I will order you something to eat. Is there anything you would like to eat?” He pretends to dial on the phone to illustrate his plan.
You spring up and grab the phone from his hand, too excited to remember your manners. You quickly type in the name of your favorite hybrid-friendly restaurant, delighted to see they were still in business. The last time you were able to eat there was with your first master for your birthday.
You scroll through their menu, scanning each item’s ingredients until you found it, their three skewers yakitori special. Each yakitori came with a different kind of meat and vegetable layered on the stick. You especially loved this dish because you did not need to bother with utensils when eating.
You turn the phone to face the stunned Shoto, “This.” You say, pointing at the dish, “I want this please.”
“So you can talk,” He mumbles, gently taking his phone back to complete the order.
You wilt, your excitement had made you forget your place. Master always hated when you spoke without permission, “Yes, I am sorry I did not ask for permission first.” You sink down into the couch further, “I am also sorry about taking your phone from your hand.”
He shakes his head, “No, I was not mad.” He looks down at the phone in his hand, “Just surprised, for a minute there I thought you could not speak. This makes it much easier. You do not need permission to speak, that would become annoying. Just say what you are thinking so I know what you need.”
“Ok.” You smile, straightening your back and bringing your legs up to sit criss cross on the couch, “I like that.”
“Good, I am glad we agree.” He puts his phone into his front pocket, “Your order should be here in about an hour, would you like to bathe while you wait for it to arrive?”
You scrunch your nose, “Yes, I stink.”
He nodded, “It is definitely not a pleasant smell.”
“Master threw me in a dumpster, there were all kinds of gross things in there. Even worse was all the bugs, they kept crawling across my face but I was too tired to swat at them.”
His body stiffened at your words, “A dumpster? Master?”
“Yeah, that is where the orange guy found me. I was so happy when he pulled me out of there, it was cold and smelly.”
“Why would someone put you in a dumpster?” He asked, his voice holding that same sharpness from when he first spoke to the orange man.
You bring your tail around to your lap, wrapping your fingers around the soft fur there, “Uh, I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Did he keep you captive?” he brings his hands to your knees, gently rubbing each of them.
You shrug trying to pretend his question did not affect you, “He was my master.”
“It is illegal for someone to keep a hybrid against their will. It has been illegal for over a decade.”
You could feel your bottom lip begin to wobble, uncomfortable with where the questioning was going. “He was trying to keep me safe,” you mumble, “He said a hybrid like me would get taken advantage of if I had no one to look after me.”
“Oh, I am sure he came up with a lot of excuses. Did anyone ever notice what he was doing?”
Your grip on your tail tightened, “The neighbors started to ask questions but master assured them I was there willingly.”
“They never bothered to ask you if you were there willingly?”
You shake your head, “No, no one ever asked me.”
The hands on your knees pressed down harder, “Some protection he gave, dumping you into a pile of trash.”
You shrug, “It was my fault he left me there.”
“How could it possibly be your fault?”
You bite down on your bottom lip with one fang trying to find the right words. You did not want Shoto to be afraid of you but lying was not an option, you had a feeling he would be able to see right through it.
“You promise you won’t make me leave tonight?”
He squeezes down, “I swear.”
You look up at the ceiling to avoid his beautiful eyes, “I bit him.”
Shoto let out a snort of laughter, “I am sure he deserved it.”
Your head snaps down to meet his gaze, “He did!”
You let the pent-up emotions you had been pushing down for years finally bubble up, “He told me if I wanted to stay in his home I would have to spend my next heat with him.” Your lips draw up in disgust, “I would rather die than have him touch me.”
Shoto’s face remained neutral, encouraging you to continue.
“So when my heat came this cycle and he tried to touch me I bit his finger until it came off.”
Shoto smiled, “Good boy.”
You freeze for a second, his praise wrapping around you like a warm blanket. It had been so long since anyone had given you praise. You tried to continue the story, ignoring how your heart started to flutter in your chest.
“He was so mad but he could not try to touch me again because he had to go to the hospital to have it sewn back on.”
“Were they able to reattach it?”
Your mouth lifts into a sly grin, “Nope, they said the wound was too jagged and the nerves too torn to even attempt to reattach it. They just stitched it closed and gave him some medicine.”
“Serves the bastard right. What happened when he got home?”
You wince, “That is why I ended up in the dumpster. I was lucky he was in too much pain to hit me again.”
Shoto’s lips pulled back revealing his teeth, “What a pile of shit.” He brought himself in a little closer, letting you take in a whiff of his mouth watering scent. “Can you do me a favor?”
You nodded eagerly, wanting to help him in any way.
“Never call him your master again ok. He is not your master; he is a rotten bastard who deserves to get the shit beat out of him. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I will try.”
He smiles softly, “That is all I ask.” He stands to his full height, “Now how about that bath, I know with that sensitive nose of yours you must be dying to get the stench off.”
You leap off the couch and stretch up your arms, “A bath sounds wonderful!”
He waves his hand, “Follow me then.”
You follow a few paces behind him, expecting to have him open the door leading outside but instead the sliding door he opens leads to a huge bathroom. There was a tiled shower with a small metal stool and detachable shower head in the front part of the room but the real centerpiece was the large, deep bath in the back. It was nearly the size of the entire bathroom master had in his house.
You turn to face Shoto, “Am I really allowed to use this?”
“Of course, why would you not be?”
You clasp your hands together, “Mas- I mean the other man never let me use his bath.”
“So how did you get clean?”
“I used a basin outside.”
Shoto’s fists clench, “It’s winter, the temperature is well below freezing outside.”
You shrug, “He never cared how cold it was or that I hate cold water.”
The muscles in Shotos neck tensed, his eyes darkening for a second before he closed them to take in a deep breath. “I am liking that man less and less.”
He reached underneath the sink and pulled out two fluffy towels, his face still twisted in a scowl, “You are free to use anything I have in here. There is a spare toothbrush on the counter and I will look around for some clean clothes for you to wear while you are bathing.”
He sets the towels down and turns on the water to the shower, testing its temperature before leaving you alone to clean yourself.
When the door shuts you stand still in the room for a minute trying to wrap your head around how you could have gotten so lucky. No one has ever bothered to treat you like you mattered before. Even your first master only ever says you as an object, something to keep them entertained. When they were bored they simply gave you away, not even bothering to look back as they walked to their car.
You were glad Shoto had left, you did not want him to see the tears running down your cheeks you could not bring yourself to wipe away. Your tears continued to fall long after you settled into the warm bathwater.
It was not until the aroma of dinner drifting into the bathroom you were able to halt the steady flow and quickly dry off, the idea of a warm meal pulling your mind out of the past. You wrap the towel around yourself under your arms and poke your head out of the room to look around the hallway. With the coast clear you open the door more to step out only to feel something soft under your foot.
You peek down and see the clothes Shoto laid out for you some time while you were in the bath. You are glad you were starving or you definitely would have started crying again. Quickly retreating back into the bathroom to throw on his clothes you follow your nose back into the dining room where the food was now laid out on the short table in the middle of the room covered in a kotatsu.
Shoto sat at one end of the table with his own food laid out in front of him. “Please,” he waved his hand, “Sit anywhere you like.”
You take a second to debate where to sit but end up taking a seat on the floor right next to him, wanting to take in as much of his scent as possible. You were only going to get one night with him so you might as well make it one to remember.
If Shoto was surprised he did not show it, instead his features relaxed even more as you press your thigh against his fighting the urge to purr at how right it all felt.
“Is the big man your father?” you ask, picking up one of the yakitori to bring to your mouth.
Shoto’s upper lip lifted, “Yes, Endeavor is my father.”
“Do you not like him?”
Shoto held the bowl of cold soba even tight, his fingers nearly white, “It is complicated,” he finally answered, his voice tight.
You press your leg against his a little harder, wordlessly giving your support. “He told me you would take good care of me and that I had nothing to worry about.” you put down the skewer and place your hand over his, “he was right.”
The dark gleam in Shoto’s eyes lightened and he even gave you a soft smile. The rest of dinner was easy, you both asked generic questions; what is your favorite color, if you could live anywhere where would it be, your favorite movie, and why?
By the time both of you finished eating it was well past midnight. Shoto is the first to stand taking the dirty plates to the kitchen.
“I have a guest bedroom for you to sleep in, it is just down the hall from my room.”
You reach around and grab your tail, “Can I sleep with you?” You mumble too weak to speak up.
“What did you say, I could not hear you?” Shoto steps closer, crouching down to be able to look you in the eyes.
Biting down on your inner cheek you ask again, “Can I sleep with you, I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyebrows lifted and his mouth dropped open slightly, “You want to sleep with me?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“Are you sure? I do not have a western bed and my room is plainer. You would probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bed in the guest room, it even has a tv.”
You wrap your fingers around his wrist, “I won’t be clingy or hog the blankets,” your thumb strokes the skin on the back of his hand, “I will even sleep on the floor, I just can’t bear the idea of being alone tonight.”
Shoto looked around the room putting together his thoughts while you pleaded silently with your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “How could I say no when you look at me like that.”
He brings his fingers to your ears and gently strokes the soft fur covering them, “If that is what you want, you are welcome to come to bed with me.”
You throw yourself forward wrapping your arms around his lean waist and push your face into his stomach too excited to speak. When you peek your eyes up you notice the shocked expression on his face, like he had short-circuited. You quickly pull back your hug worried you crossed a boundary.
“No,” his hand pushes you back to him, “It is ok, I was surprised that is all.” He pressed his lips together, looking down at you with an expression you have never seen, “It has been a while since someone has hugged me.”
You tighten the arms around his waist, hugging him even more. You both stay like that for a minute, enjoying each other’s embrace. Only when your arms started to grow tired did you reluctantly release your hold and stand.
You both head to his bedroom down the hall. When he opened the door you could see what he meant by plain. On the floor was a Tatami mat covered in a white futon and two pillows. There was a solid wood dresser and closet and a small plant in one corner of the room.
“I told you it was empty.”
“It is empty but it smells wonderful in here,” the entire room was covered in his smell, you could tell he spent most of his time home in here.
Shoto sniffed the air and frowned, “I don’t smell anything.”
You shrug, “hybrids have a really good sense of smell.”
“Oh,” Shoto looked down at you, “what does the room smell like?”
Your face grows hot, “it smells like you.”
Shoto’s eyebrows raise, “What do I smell like?”
You covered your eyes too embarrassed to look him in the eye as you answered his question, “It is hard to describe,” you mumble.
“Can you try, I am curious.”
You slowly lower one hand, ignoring how hot your face felt, and meet his tender gaze, “It’s like when you go out at night and the air is so cold every breath hurts and your face gets numb, the icy metallic smell from being out in that temperature is one of the smells you have.”
Shoto nods urging you to continue.
“But mixed with that is an overtone of smoke,” you laugh, “it makes me think of a campfire in the mountains.”
Shoto’s hand goes to his chin, “Interesting, and this smell is strong in this room?”
“Yes, areas where you spend the most time will have the strongest smell.”
“Is there anything you can do being a hybrid?”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, “I have pretty good hearing and can jump higher than most people but that is about it.”
Shoto walks to his bed on the floor, pulling back the blankets, “Do you like being a hybrid?”
You join him by the bed, sitting down on the soft futon, “I have never known any different but if I had to choose I would not be a hybrid.” You bring your knees to your chest, “Life is so much harder for those deemed hybrids, if I was like everyone else I would not have been stuck with mas- I mean that man for as long as I was.”
You look up at Shoto and smile, “But if I was not a hybrid I would not have had the chance to meet you so I guess it’s not all bad.”
Shoto stiffened, his mouth slack for a second before he was able to collect himself and climb into the bed with you. He did not respond to what you had said but you needed no response when he slowly intertwined his fingers with yours letting his actions speak for themself.
You listen to his breathing slow until it was at an even pace with a few mumbles as he spoke in his sleep. You did not bother trying to fall asleep, instead using the time to admire the man sleeping next to you. With his eyes closed you were able to scoot in closer and stare at his face, taking in the scar covering his left eyes and the unique colors of his hair. You had never seen someone as beautiful as him.
Your eyes inadvertently traveled down his neck, inspecting the strong muscle covered by the thin material of his shirt. You shift your legs ignoring the heat gathering in your lower body as your eyes drift down to the bulge in his pants.
You knew humans can be weird about their nudity, choosing to hide their bodies with many layers of clothes but you were so curious. A peek would not hurt right? You watch his face carefully making sure he was sound asleep before slipping one finger underneath the elastic band of his pants.
Holding your breath you lift your finger and bring the material up to expose the soft bicolored hair at the base of his soft cock. Your eyes grew wide realizing how large he was without even being erect, he needed a permit for that thing.
Letting the elastic slip from your fingers you settle back to your side of the bed and try to pretend the last five minutes never happened. You roll onto your side and even out your breathing happening you would eventually grow bored enough to drift off to sleep. When that does not work you switch to your stomach and lie completely still waiting for the darkness to take over.
But it was hopeless! Every time you were able to turn your mind off enough to relax images of Shoto’s body pop into your thoughts preventing any hope of you being able to sleep. Maybe if you get another peek your brain will be satisfied enough to relax and let you fall asleep. Turning back on your side to face Shoto, you watch him intensely for a few minutes, monitoring everything from his chest rising to the movement of his fingers.
Only when you were sure he was dead asleep did you allow your hand to move down his body once again to lift the edge of his pants. The lower half of your body was throbbing, begging you to keep going, and against your better judgment you do.
You bring your other hand down his abdomen, taking the time to admire the hard muscle under his soft skin. You peek up at his face once again to confirm he was still soundly asleep and take the leap wrapping your fingers around his length.
He shifted around, a small groan leaving his lips and for a second you were sure you had been caught but once he settled into a new position he returned to his sedated state. You let out the breath you had been holding and looked down at your hand, the sight itself nearly set you over the edge.
His cock was still soft under your grip, the skin so warm against your palm. Deciding to push your luck you slowly bring your hand up the length of his cock memorized by the way he felt under your touch.
With each pump of your hand, his cock grew in size until it now rested on his lower stomach, nearly touching his belly button. You continue to stroke him, enjoying the new sensation his erect cock created. You loved watching the way his foreskin would travel up to cover the head of his cock as you moved your hand up and then retreated down to expose the head of his cock as your hand neared the base of his erection.
You were so focused on the movements of your hand you did not notice the body underneath you begin to shift around. Tightening your fist you use the precum now gathered at the tip of his cock to slick your fingers, making it much easier to pump your hand.
You could feel his cock begin to throb and grow more excited wanting nothing more than to watch Shoto fall over the edge. You press your body against his even more waiting to see as much as you could but when you were sure he was only a few pumps away from finishing a strong cool hand wraps around your wrist halting your movements.
Immediate dread fills your chest when a groggy voice asks, “What are you doing?”
You immediately release your hold on his cock and try to escape out of the bed but the hold on your wrist keeps you in place.
“I’m sorry,” you cry, trying to slip your hand free, “I’m so sorry Shoto.”
Shoto uses his hold on your wrist to pull you closer. You had no chance of pulling away, he was much stronger than you.
“Darling what were you doing?” he asks again, his voice only filled with concern.
Your throat tightens as panic starts to take over, he was going to kick you out. You ruined everything. You try again to free your hand wanting to get as far away from your mistake as you could but he held you firmly, pulling you in even closer until he was able to wrap his arms around you, pressing you against his chest.
You wiggle your body trying to escape his hold but his hold was unrelenting. He used his hand to pet your back, mumbling soft words trying to get you to calm down. You go limp in his hold, giving up escaping, you made this bed now it is time to lay in it.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
You shake your head burying your face into his chest to hide.
He sighed, gently prying your face from his chest so he could see you, “I am not mad, I just want to know what all that was about.”
Heat fills your cheeks as you think about what you had been doing only moments ago to Shoto. You took a deep breath, you owed him an explanation no matter how much you wanted to hide away.
“I was curious,” you mumble, eyes looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.
“Curious? What were you curious about?”
You use one of your small fangs to bite the inside of your cheek while you tried to think how you could explain without making it even worse. “It started out admiring your face while you were sleeping,” you cringed. That sounded terrible when you said it out loud but you keep going. “Before I knew it my eyes traveled down there,” you pause gathering the courage to finish your explanation, “And I could not stop myself from looking.”
“You did not stop there though, why were you touching me?”
“I tried resisting,” you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time needing him to understand, “But after I looked the first time I could not fall asleep no matter what I tried.” You press your thighs together remembering the throbbing that was there earlier. “I thought if I acted on my curiosity and got it out of my system I would be able to fall asleep.”
“Did it help when you acted on your curiosity?”
“No,” you whine, “It made it worse.”
“So do you want to continue?” He asked, his voice calm.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, really?”
“I don’t see why not, if it will help you sleep I am happy to help.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
He shrugged, “there are worse ways to wake up, though I would prefer you ask before you do it again.”
The familiar warmth returns to your lower body, “Are you sure?” You try to keep the excitement out of your voice not wanting to sway him into a decision he may regret.
He held up his finger, “You can have full access to my body on one condition.”
You eagerly nod your head ready to agree to just about anything if it meant your hands could return to touching his body.
He leans in closer until his mouth is only inches away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “When you have had your fill exploring I get a turn exploring you.”
“Huh?” Your body jerks backward away from his mouth, “You want to explore me?”
He smiles, “Yes darling, I want to explore your body.”
Your mouth slacks open and your eyes widen. Of all the things he could have asked of you this possibility never crossed your mind.
He scoots in closer to where you had drifted, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of your thighs. “Unless that is too much for you?”
You look down to the bulge in his pants and nearly moan as you make out the wet spot near the top of his cock. Damn it you would do anything to have your hands around him again. “No, that sounds fair,” you stutter, unable to hide how the idea really made you feel.
He pushed himself back, resting his weight on his elbows and leaving his legs slightly spread to give you plenty of room to settle in between them.
“Alright, then what are you waiting for,” he gestured to his lower half, “please continue with your adventure.”
You have no time to even reflect on the consequences of your decision and instead rush forward, settling in between his spread thighs. You waste no time grabbing the sides of his pants and pulling down the material letting his cock spring up and onto his stomach.
You nearly wept on the spot being able to see his member without anything in the way. The soft hair at the base of his cock was colored the same way as the hair on his head making you suppress a giggle. “The carpet matches the drapes huh?” You tease.
He brings his elbow up to cover his eyes and groans, “You are lucky Denki already informed me about that joke otherwise you would have had to explain it to me.”
You laugh, dragging your fingers up his thigh, “has this friend also explored you?”
“Ha no, he is simply an idiot with no filter who loves to say obscure sayings.” He looks down at you with a look in his eyes you have not seen before, “The two of you would get along.”
“Well,” your hand brushes across his inner thigh as you draw slow lazy circles in his skin, “I do have one thing in common with Denki,” your hand slides up and you circle your hand around his cock, “We both love to tease you.”
Not waiting for his response you drag your hand up watching with fascination as his abs under his shirt grow taut as you stroke his cock. Wanting to see more you use your free hand to lift up his shirt exposing the soft skin of his stomach where you watch the muscles flex along with each pump of your hand.
Shoto could no longer speak, instead, his gaze had widened as he watched you stroke his cock. You missed the sound of his voice and were determined to have it return. You bring one hand down to cup his heavy balls and without thinking bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, licking across the slick slit, cleaning away the bead of precum that had accumulated.
Your effort was instantly rewarded with a soft moan leaving Shoto’s spread lips. Wanting to hear more you open your lips and take the head into your mouth. Instantly his hands settled on your shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscles there. Emboldened by his reaction you relax your jaw and push your mouth down more making sure to tease the underside of his cock with your tongue.
The soft moans grew desperate the closer you came to the bottom of his cock. You were nearly choking, your mind grew fuzzy but you kept going, addicted to the sounds he was making. Only when black spots started to appear did you bring your head back up, settling on sucking on the tip while your other hand stroked the base.
His fingers tighten to a bruising hold, panting as you move your mouth in time with your hand working to drive him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back exposing the column of his neck, “Please don’t stop.”
You moan around his cock, pleased at his reaction, and suck even harder, your cheeks hollowing. His moans grow even more guttural and his cock begins to throb in your mouth.
“Wait,” He panted, pushing against your shoulders, “Fuck baby I’m going to-” a whine leaves his throat as you lick a line up the length of his cock.
“Come? Are you going to come?” You laugh while pumping your hand slick with spit and precum, “Then come baby, I want your taste on my tongue,” and with no delay you wrap your lips around him once more just in time to catch the spurt of cum on your tongue, taking the time to swallow every ounce until he gently pried your mouth away with a pop.
“Too sensitive,” he said through gritted teeth when you gave him a confused look.
“Oh,” you huff trying and failing to hide your disappointment at losing your new toy.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled brushing back a strand of hair covering your face, “You can have plenty of time to explore later, but now it is my turn.”
His words were a cold bucket of water thrusting you back into reality. You had been so excited to explore him that you completely forgot about the deal you had made earlier.
“Oh, are you sure you want to do that now, I know you must be tired?”
He smirked, pushing himself up and closer to you until his face was only inches from yours. “Oh, I am not tired, in fact, I am just getting started. You had your fun,” He looked down to the apex of your thighs, “now I want mine.”
You press your thighs together, unable to hide the effect his words had on you. The look on his face reminds you of a cat sneaking up on its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. “What are you going to do?” You ask, your voice shaking.
He gently pushed against your shoulders, lowering your body until your back was against the futon, “Don’t worry darling, I promise you will enjoy my exploration.”
His hands trailed down your abdomen, taking their time to circle around the sensitive skin as they descend. You watch with wide eyes as one hand settles on your hips, keeping you still as the other hand slips under the elastic band of your pants. You were not wearing underwear so his hand made direct contact with your throbbing erection.
A low moan leaves his throat when he finds the wetness already gathered at the tip, giving away how excited your body was for his touch, “Fuck, you got this hard from sucking my cock?”
You could only whimper when you tried to answer him, the hungry look on his face too overwhelming for your mind to process.
“You did, didn’t you?” His gaze lowered, mesmerized by the wet spot on your pants, “You are that excited from having your lips around me.” His body lowered until he was settled in between your spread thighs.
His hand on your thigh grabbed the edge of your pants and tugged down until the pants slipped off your body, settling around your ankles allowing you to kick off the material. With your last shield gone, there was nothing impairing his view. You squeeze your eyes shut unable to look as he takes in the sight.
You both sat frozen for what seemed like hours until his hand resumed its position on your hip, gently pushing your hips down, caging you to the ground. His other hand trialed up your inner thigh, making soft circles until they reached your center.
You held your breath unsure what he was going to do next. You crack open one eye only to see his hand reach up and wrap around the base of your cock. He let his eyes linger on your sex, taking in every inch. For a second your fear coursed through your veins as you wondered if something was wrong, what if he did not like what he was seeing? You slam your eyes shut again not wanting to see a look of disapproval come across his face.
His warm breath fanned across your skin for another minute leaving you writhing under him. You yelped when a warm liquid dripped directly onto your tip and ran down your cock. You immediately lift your head to peek down and gawk at the lewd sight. Shoto had a string of saliva dripping from his tongue onto you.
Your thighs trembled as you forced yourself to keep them spread, your mind shutting down as he continued to drip more of his warm spit onto your sex. Only when you were absolutely dripping did he bring his tongue back into his mouth and move his hands to settle under your ass, tilting your hips until your ass was in his direct line of action.
You bring your hands up to your face, hiding away as his warm, slick tongue dragged up the length of your cock, gathering the mix of both your juices and bringing them into his mouth. He groaned, “Good thing I let you explore first,” he slid one finger around your clenching entrance, “Because I could come just from the taste of you.”
“Shoto,” you whine, pushing your palms into your eyes so hard you could see small stars forming, “You can’t say things like that.”
He chuckles, “Why not? It’s true, you taste so good I could play with your cock for hours and still crave your taste.”
“Y-You are evil,” you whimper, your legs shaking as his finger circling your entrance slowly breaches the tight ring of muscle.
“Huh, what was that?” He teased, adding another finger to your entrance, stretching your open hole even wider.
“You are evil,” you hiss, the burn of the stretch adding to the pleasure.
“Evil?” He brought one hand down to fondle the weight of your balls, “If being evil means I get to tease someone as beautiful as you like this, I think I chose the wrong career path.”
A third finger joins the others, twisting around inside you while his mouth lowers, taking you completely into his warm embrace. You have to reach down and bury your fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he pushes you further than ever before.
“That’s it,” he purred, curling his fingers upwards, “Hold onto me baby.”
You mewl at his words, tightening your fingers even more. If your hold on his hair was painful he hid it beautifully, working even harder to elevate your pleasure. It was a wonder you had not yet passed out, your chest heaving as the tingling in your abdomen started to spread making it hard to do anything but feel.
Too focused on how you were feeling you had no warning before his mouth took you in again, he continued to sink down until his nose brushed your lower stomach. Your back arches off the bed, your hips pushing up to meet his mouth while your feet scramble up so you can escape the intense pleasure.
Groaning at your reaction he brings your thighs to rest over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the trembling limbs.
The fingers in your ass twist up, pressing against something inside you that created a new visceral pleasure. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, you try to pry his head away, the oncoming wave too overwhelming.
He easily swatted away your shaking fingers, redoubling his efforts to push you over the edge, his head now bobbing in time with his fingers. Unable to escape you toss your head from side to side unable to even breathe, your muscles wound too tight.
“Shoto!” You breathlessly cry out as the tension finally releases and strong electric pulses flow through your skin. Your soft thighs shake around him as his tongue and finger continue to drive you higher. You were helpless to do anything but feel, your muscles clenching and releasing with each wave to release. Your small convulsions only encourage Shoto who continues to swallow your release, only stopping when your body goes lax under him, your thighs falling open.
He gives your swollen cock one last lick, enjoying the sight of his hard work. Your heart still pounded against your chest as you take shallow breaths, your body still recovering.
Taking mercy on you, Shoto removes his fingers from your quivering hole and places a soft kiss on your lower stomach, his lips tracing up your skin until he reaches your mouth. Using the little energy you had left you raise your head to meet his lips, opening your mouth to let his tongue in to explore.
He moans into your mouth, his tongue tracing the line of your teeth before diving in deeper, teasing your tongue. The erotic flavor of your juices on his tongue was almost enough to send you over the edge again You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
He pulled his lips back, “I am not going anywhere, you don’t need to worry.”
You bury your head in his shoulder, taking in a deep breath of his scent, “I want to be closer with you.’ You mumble, hoping he would understand what you needed.
His breathing stopped for a second but his arms tightened around you, holding you close to his chest.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, “Please.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down to see his erection pressed against yours.“There is no going back from this,” He looks back up, his eyes holding a new emotion, “If we do this I won’t ever let you go.”
Your throat tightens, “Promise?”
“Fuck,” He says breathlessly, “I promise baby.”
He moves his torso back until he sat in between your spread legs on his knees. He raised your hips to rest on his thighs, “You look so fucking sexy right now spread open and waiting for my cock,” he smiled.
“Tomorrow during my patrol all I am going to be thinking about is how pretty this ass will look stretched open and full of my cum.”
You whimper too excited by his words to speak.
“You like that idea baby, like the idea of me filling this pretty hole to the brim with my cum?”
“Yes,” you sob, wanting him to touch you more. He lifts one of your legs forcing your foot to rest on his shoulder opening you up even more.
“Maybe we will get lucky and I will breed you on the first go. Fuck, how hot you would look swollen with my our child.” He brings the head of his cock to your ass.
“Though I also like the idea of keeping you in this bed, filling you up every night until we get lucky.” He pushes his cock down, lining it with your entrance, “We would have to get a plug for your ass, making sure to keep all of the cum inside.”
His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock breaching your tight entrance. He gives you a second to adjust, his hand now encasing your sex.
“I think four would be enough to keep you busy every day, I can’t have my baby bored while I’m at work.”
“Shoto,” you lip your hips wanting him to move deeper, enjoying how his thick cock stretched you open.
“But fuck I don’t think I could ever stop breeding you.” He continues to sink into you, watching your face for any sign of distress.
“Even when you are pregnant with our child I will have to keep you full,” he groaned, finally bottoming out inside you, “That way everyone knows just who you belong to.”
“My sweet baby, so perfect and all mine,” he brings your hand to his chest letting it rest over his heart. You peek down to where you were joined and nearly short circuit at the sight of his cock buried inside you.
Shoto’s hip pulls back, dragging his cock out and leaving you feeling strangely empty before snapping his hips forward creating friction even stronger than his fingers. He gives you no time to adjust before he falls into a rhythm, using his hips to pound you into oblivion while his hand winds the rope inside you even tighter.
You reach to your side, gripping a hand full of the blanket as he continues to thrust into you. He leans his body forward, pushing your leg closer to your body so his free hand can settle on your chest, pinching one tight peak in between his fingers and tugging on the bud in time with his hips.
The triple threat left you scrambling, the tension inside your building with each well-placed thrust. It was all growing too strong too fast. Your mind grew hazy leaving you helpless to do anything by lie there and be used by him.
He must have sensed a change because he grew even more relentless, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts, now hitting a new spot inside you creating a new deeper pleasure.
The rope inside you started to fray, your breathing growing more desperate as your muscles tightened, your tail curling and legs trembling.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, feeling you benign to tighten around his cock, “Let yourself go, I’ll be right here to catch you.”
A loud whine ripped from your throat as the energy gathered in your body released at once sending you spiraling into nirvana. You could feel your hole clench down his thick cock, milking him as the orgasm continues to ripple through your body.
Shoto did not slow his teasing, instead using his hand to continue to stroke you, drawing out your pleasure until you were a puddle too weak to even move your fingers.
Only when he was sure he had squeezed every ounce of pleasure from you did his soft moan begin to fill your ear as his dick pulsed inside you. You could feel his warmth fill your hole as he found his own release.
He lets your leg fall to the side and collapses on top of your body letting you enjoy the heavy weight of his body pressed against you before wrapping his arms around your back and turning you both onto your sides so he did not have to break the connection.
He presses his forehead against yours, trailing his fingers along the length of your tail. “I never thought I could feel this way for someone before,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “I have only known you a few hours and yet I want to bind myself to you in every way I can, never letting you go.”
You smile weakly, still dazed from how hard he made you come, “I have never felt so happy before.” Tears gathered under your eyes, “You are a dream I could have never imagined.”
His hands tighten around your upper arms at your confession, his throat too tight to speak so he settles on gently pressing his lips to yours letting his actions speak for him. You accept his affection, the soft kiss saying everything you needed to hear. When the kiss finally ends you rest your head on his outstretched arm, snuggling close to enjoy his warmth.
“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you whisper, “what if all of this is just a dream?”
Shoto rests his hand on the back of your head, “Sleep love, I will be right here when you wake up.”
You push yourself against him even more letting his reassurance lull you to sleep. It was the best sleep you had ever experienced, you even slept until well after the sun rose, not waking up until cold air hit the skin of your back.
You frown, turning yourself over to get completely under the covers and seek out Shoto’s left side. You blindly feel around the bed, seeking out his warmth but all you felt was cold sheets. Your eyes fly open and you scan the room, looking for any sign he was still there.
When every inch of the room had been investigated you slip on the clothes he had given you the night before and leave the bedroom. Maybe he was just eating breakfast and waiting for you to wake up. You make a circle around the house, even checking the bathroom to see if he was showering but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Trying to push down the panic rising in your throat you sit down under the warm kotatsu. Maybe he was just running a quick errand and was already on his way back. You bring your tail around to your lap, holding onto the end of it to try and gain some control over the spiral emotions storming through you.
You did not move from the table, it gave you a good view of the entryway. You sat and watched the door, waiting patiently for his return but with each passing hour, your hope dwindled.
Just as all confidence you had waned the lock on the front door turned and the door flung open. You spring from the table to rush over and greet Shoto. You knew he would not abandon you!
You round the corner to the entryway a large simile on your face as you ready yourself to jump into his arms and froze. It was not Shoto standing on the tile in the entryway but a woman with bright green flames for hair.
“Whoo sorry I am late, the traffic getting here was terrible.” She held out a coat that was resting over her arm.
“It is pretty cold out so I grabbed you a spare coat to wear.”
You take a step back from the stranger, “Who are you?”
“Oh shit, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I am Kamiji Moe also known as the hero Burnin! I am a sidekick at Endeavors agency. He ran into some trouble earlier with a group of villains so he sent me to pick you up instead.”
You wrap your hands around your waist looking down at the ground, “I don’t want to go anywhere without speaking to Shoto.”
She winces, “I know going to new places can be scary but I promise Endeavor located a great shelter for you. It will work to get you back on your feet and get you real-life skills so you can eventually live on your own. It even had a great cafeteria where they will cook for you and all the other hybrids every day.”
You shake your head, “ I won’t leave without seeing Shoto.”
Kamiji sighed, “I understand you want to talk to him but Endeavor made it clear you had to be out of the house by noon, that was the deal he made so you could stay here for the night.”
You bring your tail up to hold the appendage trying to keep calm, “Plans changed, I am staying here,” You insisted, looking at the ground.
“Look I understand you are nervous about going to a shelter but I really don’t have time for this. Right now there are villains swarming the streets hurting dozens of innocents and I am here stuck helping you instead of out there. I need you to come with me so that I can go and help Endeavor.”
Fat tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t understand Shoto-”
“No, you don’t understand. Endeavor stuck his neck out for you taking you here for the night he has been working for years to repair the relationship with his son after he fucked it up. If he breaks the promise he made last night it could set their relationship back even more. I will not let you get in the way of his hard work because you are nervous.”
You step back wanting to go back to the bed that still smelled of the night before. “Please, Shoto said I could stay here.”
“He said that? He said those exact words, that you can stay here.”
Your mouth falls open, “Well not those words exactly but-”
“But nothing, unless he explicitly said you can stay here I need you to come with me, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. If he wanted you to stay he would have said so, is very blunt.”
You look around the room desperate, “Can you call him and ask, I am sure this is a misunderstanding.” But in the back of your mind, you wondered if maybe she was right, that he did not want you to stay. The little seed of doubt had been planted, cracking what you thought was a sound foundation.
She shook her head, “He is out in the field right now, I don’t want to distract him from something like this.”
You grasped desperately for straws but your hands were empty, you had no argument why she should let you stay here.
“Can you give me his number at least so I can call him later?” Maybe the shelter will have a phone you can use. Surely when he gets your call he will bring you back home.
“Sure, I’ll give you his number if you come with me, hell I’ll even let him know that you are going to call him after his shift ends.”
“O-Ok I will come with you.” you agree, wrapping your tial around your waist, your ears flat against your head.
“Great, I have a car waiting out front,” she shoveled the coat in her hands to you, “Like I said it is pretty cold out so put this on. Thankfully the care is already warm so you will only be out in the cold for a minute.”
You silently take the coat and follow her to the car, taking one last look at the house before stepping into the large black SUV. The drive to the shelter was not too long, Kamiji was on the phone the whole ride ordering sidekicks to different locations based on police reports.
Stepping into the shelter you felt numb, you knew people were talking to you but their faces blurred together. You did not care about any of them, you wanted Shoto back, this place smelled of sad broken hybrids.
Kamiji only stayed long enough to give one of the workers enough information for them to accept you into their shelter, leaving you with a small piece of paper with Shoto’s number scribbled on it. You clutch the paper tight to your chest, its presence the only thing keeping you calm.
You remember Kamiji’s order not to call until dark and wait by the phone, ignoring the workers as they try to get you to set up your new room. You did not see the point in getting settled when by the end of the night you should be back into his arms.
“Are you sure you don’t at least want to eat something, you need your strength,” A sweet hybrid asked, gently pushing a bowl of food towards your slouched form.
You shake your head, “No, I will eat with Shoto.”
She presses her lips into a thin line, “How about a few bites, just to keep your energy up that way when you see him you won’t be exhausted.”
“I don’t want anything,” you snap, instantly feeling terrible when her expression falls.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I am too stressed to eat that is all, when he picks me up I will eat I promise.”
The nice hybrid shoulders sag, “Alright then I will check on you in a bit. It is dark out so after you make the call feel free to find me, I am usually in the library this time of day.”
You nod, wanting her to leave you alone so you could get the communal phone. You had been waiting hours to be able to call him.
For the first time all day you had energy, standing up you rush over to the phone, ignoring how you cut in line two other hybrids you eagerly dial the number scribbled onto the ripped paper, doubling checking to make sure you had every number right before pressing the call button.
The dial tone rang in your ear, taunting you while you waited. Agonizing seconds went by until an automated voice gave you instructions on how to leave a message. Hanging up the phone you call again, and again, and again. He would pick up the phone, he had to pick up the phone.
The people behind you begin to grow annoyed, telling you to call later but you ignore their angry jabs, dialing his number once more. He would pick up this time you were sure of it.
It is days later lying on the floor of your new room with the phone to your ear listening to the same automated voicemail that you realize he was never going to answer.
