all might / toshinori yagi : - is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it ) - uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror - forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )
present mic / hizashi yamada : - makes his own songs / cover songs - lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all ) - has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair
eraserhead / aizawa shouta : - wears glasses - got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, ) - had a pet hamster called momo when he was little
mr. principal / nezu : - is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster - he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, ) - never finds his shoesize in the adults section
midnight / nemuri kayama : - only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily - has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk - got heartbroken many times,,,,
thirteen : - often gets misgendered, because of her costume - is considered scary when it comes to her quirk - is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture
ectoplasm : - super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers ) - draws smiley faces on good tests - has a good fashion style but fails to show it
( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)
if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !
midoriya : - tried to straighten his curly hair and had a similar hairstyle to bakugo after that ( it was really spikey-looking ) - buys java-chip frapucinos with 4 extra shots of coffee - he actually bought the same pair of shoes 3 times, but people think theyre the same pair
bakugo : - he does not look like it, but he loves romance ( as genre ) - went to detention at least once for giving midoriya a bald spot with his quirk - played doki doki literature club, his favourite was monika
todorki : - at the age of 11, he took some makeup from his sister to cover up his scar ( it did not work ) - his halloween costume is him wearing cat ears and simplified cat makeup - his favourite pokemon is leafeon
uraraka : - she cuts her bangs and hair herself - she casually learned how to play some songs on the guitar and piano - even though she might not look like it, she likes almost every music genre ( from country, to musicals, to j-pop to metal, everything except rap )
tenya : - lemon juice is bad for his quirk - he had really dry hands as kid, until his mother made a remark about his hands, ever since then he uses hand lotion almost daily - people assume he has a clear and innocent mind, but he gets every so little dirty joke ( he definetly isnt pure )
would you like any headcanons to other mha characters? let me know !
Synopsis:Bakugou simply wanted to relax, but a drunk Todoroki keeps talking about how amazing you are. Idiocy ensures.
Author’s note:for@luluwiie who gave me this random idea, I had way too much fun writing this.
It had been a rough day for Bakugou. He had been running around all day, kicking villains’ asses, pestering against some random useless extra and trying to keep his cool in front of his crush and to not seem like a complete jackass (that was a long story).
So, when Todoroki had suggested to go out for a drink, a rare occurrence, Bakugou had accepted without question.
He should have known something was fishy. We were talking about Todoroki there. Todoroki inviting someone for a drink like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it was, in a way. Simply not coming from half and half.
Did I already tell you all how I love @nerdypuppytimemachine writings, ideas, characterization, everything ? Like, look, you only say “I imagine that” and here she comes with such a touching and canon Drabble, please, help, this world doesn’t deserve you and this talent
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
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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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.
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
Reassuring you while you’re being treated after getting injured
@windex-princess-ami asked: Hi!!! Can I request a fluffy angsty one where Bakugou/Shinsou/Todoroki hold and comfort their s/o while someone else removes shrapnel from a wound after a fight (bonus of their s/o is silently crying from the pain) please???
like, lots kisses and hugs and comforting words please (i kinda picture them sitting on a counter or something) THANK YOU
authors.note: I love comfort fics and just holding their s/o while they are in pain, I just generally like being reassured everything is going to be okay! Don’t judge me. Enjoy <3
TW MENTIONS OF INJURY AND BLOOD
BAKUGOUhad seen you get hit. He watched from the sidelines as the villain sent you flying through a glass window and punched you roughly to the ground, remnants of your blood on his knuckles as he hit you again and again. He doesn’t remember much of the remaining fight and it doesn’t really matter in his eyes, all he knows is that you have several bleeding wounds from glass being wedged into your skin. Without missing a beat he is up and running, you delicately in his arms reassuring words leaving his lips as he tries to calm both of you down. The medics are at loss of words when they see your state instructing Bakugou to lay you down on the stretcher and hold you as still as possible while they remove the shards. “Baby, baby, look at me.” You manage to focus on his eyes, wincing as they took out the shards slowly. You grasped his forearm as more searing pain shot through your side, a particularly large piece of glass giving the medics a hard time while also making the whole process a lot more painful. “I-it hurts- Ah!” He shushed you, guiding your forehead to his with a gloved hand on your nape, rubbing soothing circles on your forearm with his other hand. “I know baby I know. You just have to be strong for me, it’s almost over I promise.” And true to his word, a couple of shards later it was over. They stitched a few cuts that were too deep and wrapped up your torso preventing you from bleeding out. Bakugou still held you, opting to press light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was of you and how strong you were. You did pass out after a while giving him a heart attack but he was reassured by the med team that your body was just exhausted. He went back to his usual mean and loud self but he stayed close to your cot for the duration of your unconsciousness.
SHINSOUwas tackled by you when the bomb went off. Both of you were blasted across the road but all the debris which were thrown alongside you collided with only your body ripping a pained cry from your throat. Shinsou tried to soften your impact with the ground by wrapping you in his arms, tucking you away but the damage had already been made as his uniform’s sleeves were stained crimson once they came into contact with your waist. After your very awkward landing, Hitoshi took one look at your state and immediately left the scene with you in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose you and besides, the others could take care of the villain. The med team helped him place you on the stretcher, cutting off your uniform and started taking out the shrapnel causing you to cry out and recoil from their touch. Hitoshi was quick to soothe you, coming into your line of view and making you focus all your attention on him and only him while simultaneously placing one of your palms over his heart knowing full well that the rhythmic beat always calmed you down. “Darling, follow my breathing. There you go.” He would squeeze your hand whenever a particularly large piece of metal was pried, wiping away stray tears with his thumb and rubbing lightly on the spot. Once everything was removed and you were all patched up, he helped you sit up on the bed, supporting all of your weight and not allowing you to stand up on your own. Now it was your turn to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, poor man was panicking.
TODOROKIhadn’t seen you get hit. Hell, he wasn’t even at the scene when it happened. He learned about it through your shared com system, the moment the phrase “Y/H/N has been hit!” left your sidekick’s mouth, he was sprinting to you, shoving anyone that got in his way completely disregarding his public image. He found you being supported by your sidekick, two metal columns sticking out from your sides while blood was already pooling at your feet. You could barely comprehend what was happening, your head hanging low and your feet dragging behind you as you tried to keep up with your sidekick. Shoto rushed to your side, taking you completely off your colleague’s hands and into his own wincing at the pained cry that left your lips as he heaved you into his arms. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, I’m going to get you help love okay? Stay awake for me.” He doubts if you even realized that he was talking to you. It’s hard to maneuver you without inflicting any pain and every pained groan or grunt or sob that leaves your body, breaks Shoto’s heart. The medics, upon seeing your condition, tried prying you from his arms but Shoto wasn’t having it. He seemed to be in a trance where only you and your pain occupied his mind. They managed to convince you to put you down on the stretcher but he didn’t leave; he stayed by your side calling your name and telling you things you could hardly make out. You must’ve been crying because he would lean in and kiss the skin under your eyes every few minutes, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. You passed out before they were done patching you up causing Shoto to go into a panic the moment your eyelids fell shut. Poor thing sat next to you until you woke up, kissing your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, your face, in an attempt to ease both of your pains.
Getting caught listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album
Anon asked: I hope we are on the same page and agree on that SOUR IS PAINFUL and I can’t stop laughing at the concept of the bnha boys reacting to yn singing something from there. Like they think it’s all cute and precious how beautifully you sing and then you almost sob at the lyrics lmao.
authors.note: I’ve been listening to her album non stop and it’s getting out of hand, the worst part is I’ve never been in love XD. This is a different format I hope you like it. Enjoy <3
SHOTO walks through the door of your shared apartment, his tie in one hand and suit jacket in the other. Music blared from the kitchen, a soft melodic tune ringing through the house as both yours and the singer’s voices blended into one harmonizing. He always loved coming home to you because in reality, this house wasn’t his home you were; you with your weird habits and spontaneous ice cream trips at 2 am. You and your smile that lit up his life, you and your voice that always managed to calm him even when both of you were in the middle of a villain attack fighting for your lives and those of others. He loved every piece of you and he was always thanking the universe for allowing him to love you. Closing his eyes he focused on your voice, easily distinguishing it from the singer’s. With your soft words going straight to his heart he completely ignored the lyrics until he was rudely brought back to earth by the song. “But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face….” Baffled, he entered the kitchen rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist, a pout evident on his lips. You kissed his temple, placing your hands over his and swaying from left to right. Shoto just held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and refusing to let go for the rest of the night.
KATSUKI sighed as he heard the loud sounds of your music coming from behind the apartment door. He loved you with all his heart, he truly did but if he had to listen to Doja Cat one more time… Evenings like these were always his favorites though, loud music and all. Weekend evenings when he comes home early, always finding you curled up on the couch, TV playing steadily on the news channel as you read your book. He knew you worried, you always did and you always will, he finds it endearing and cute, teasing you about it when he gets home each night. As much as he finds it cute it also brings guilt. He wants to give you the world, the sun and the stars, anything and everything you desire but he knows that no matter what his safety will always dominate your mind and he will always find you watching the news channel waiting to confirm his safety. You both fall in love hard. As he stepped into the living room he witnessed the small show you had going on; pjs consisting of his shirt and shorts, her wet with a comb in your hand as you sang along to this week’s favorite. “I’m so sick of 17 where’s my fucking teenage dream?” He laughed at that, grabbing your hips making you yelp in surprise as he steadied you on the couch. “You’re 22 you brat! Now get down before you hit the ceiling.”
IZUKU most of the time enters your home through the bedroom window like a burglar. He has no reason to do so apart from being able to. So, naturally, he usually scares you half to death when he suddenly appears seemingly out of nowhere. He loved doing that. He especially loved the process afterwards of how he will try to coax the pout off your face with kisses and hugs. It never lasts long, you give in too early but he enjoys the process. Making you smile is his one priority and he will step down as n.1 if he ever stopped. Music flooded the apartment, it wasn’t too loud just loud enough to hide his footsteps. You were swaying softly in the middle of the living room, eyes closed while you sang along. The song was sad, really sad and the singer’s voice made it 10x worse. Before he even realized he too had closed his eyes, back leaning on the wall behind him as he let your voice soothe him. He doesn’t know how long he had his eyes closed, all he knew was that the song was over and something more upbeat was playing and as he opened his eyes he came face to face with you, your own eyes a little glossy. Your nose was touching his and you sniffled a bit as you stared at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before wiping the unshed tears from your eyes. He had so many questions and he must’ve looked very confused because suddenly you burst out laughing. “This album is super sad, okay? I can’t help it!” Took a pic as blackmail.
EIJIROU had been listening to the same album all day long and tears had been shed. Bakugou had yelled at him during lunch break for tearing up at one of the songs. Now, Eijirou has never experienced heartbreak and he never wants to. You are his everything and if that day came when things between you had to end he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hell, he doesn’t even want to remotely think about such a predicament. Now he is standing in your shared home’s entrance hall, keys still in hand as he can clearly hear you sob-singing along to the song that had made him cry this morning. At that moment, Eijirou was certain you two were soulmates. He always had a feeling but now he is certain. Taking off his shoes hastily and throwing his jacket on the hanger he sprinted into the living room just as the best part of the song started playing. “Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?” Both of you sang at the top of your lungs tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel into each other’s arms, the breakup song continuing its course. Olivia Rodrigo 1 Perfectly happy couple 0.
#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.
──➤ Shouto Todoroki sent you a love letter to celebrate +400 followers, would you like to read it?
an anon sent : ❝congratulations on 400 followers!!! you deserve every single one!!! could I please request #14 in the fluff prompts with Todoroki from bnha? thank you!❞
letter from the author : ❝dear anon, thank you kindly for your lovely love letter! i can’t apologize enough for how late i am, nonetheless, i hope you will like this prompt! sending you lots of love!
sealed with a kiss, nikki.❞
──➤ Prompt used : #14 “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.” ─➤ Genre : Fluff. ➤ Warnings : None.
They say that it is common for children to go through phases of culinary likes and dislikes, find what shall please their tastebuds and cover their tongue with a thin veil of bliss. But in Shouto’s case, never he had ever once dared to drift away from the oh so holy cold soba. Never has a dish ever held more omnipotency and importance than cold soba throughout his life, and you were pretty sure Shouto had hidden a dedicated shrine to the divinities of cold soba in your shared bedroom.
« Y/N, I was wondering if we could make cold soba for tonight’s dinner. What are your thoughts? » The interrogation left Shouto’s lips ever so naturally, as if he had become some kind of a second nature to him.
« Shouto, we had cold soba yesterday, and the day before… And the day before that… And again. Don’t’cha think we could switch a little? » The words left your mouth carefully, knowing very well that you were walking on eggshells when dealing with Shouto’s one and true love after you.
He had a quizzical look painted across his face, eyebrows furrowed in unison— you could almost figure the invisible gears grinding again and again his head. A sigh left your lips in despair, knowing very well you had to use some persuasion in order to change his mind and move his attention elsewhere than on the idea of having cold soba he was entertaining in his head.
You reduced the space between the two of you until there was only vacuity left between your two bodies, your cranium finding shelter on the welcoming muscles adorning his back which you secretly adored to worship and sing praises for. « What are you thinking about, Shou? » You asked, your voice barely reaching above a whisper.
The sound of your voice alone was enough to make him melt in your embrace, finally sensing a feeling of peace brought by you and you only. An overwhelming sensation of genuine adoration, and only you had the secret to make him feel this way. A hum of hesitation or perhaps was it a hum of concentration left Shouto’s lips, hands to busy to drape over your own and trace invisible patterns on your skin. « You know what I’m thinking about. » He replied ever so simply, to which you replied with a taunt of your own : « Is it me? Are you thinking about me? »
A hint of a laughter broke free from Shouto’s lips, only to be kept tamed and perhaps only kept for himself. « Of course not, unless you happen to be cold soba. » He continued, but not before turning around and claiming your waist with both of his forelimbs, enveloping you in the warmth emanating off of his embrace.
Whilst he had a smile infused with pure pride throning amidst his facial features, your facial traits had bent to form a pout at the mischief-laced remark of your boyfriend. You fainted a faux sense of being hurt, even going as far as refusing to reciprocate his oh so lovely embrace. Your orbs fell on his, a gleam of tease shining in the corner of your irises : « You know, sometimes I can’t help but think that you’d leave me for someone else if they happened to have a quirk which would allow them to summon cold soba as many times as they wished. » You replied, and you were met with silence in return which meant that Todoroki was genuinely pondering about the pros and the cons brought by this proposal.
« I have to admit that this quirk does seem very interesting, perhaps I would let myself be tempted. » Shouto said plainly, earning a faux gasp out of you as you playfully laid a slap on his chest in stupor. « Shouto, how dare you? » You half-asked, trying as much as you could to set yourself free from his embrace and the armor around you composed of his strong arms.
Your poor attempt at leaving his grasp caused Shouto to raise a brow in interrogation, trying to maintain you as much as he could in the human cage made of his arms. « May I help you, angel? » He wondered, genuine sweetness dripping from every word leaving his lips.
« I’m trying to be mad at you but it seems like it’s obviously not going according to plan. » You continued, yet another sigh left your lips at your failed attempt to find a way out from his embrace.
Shouto’s lips bowed into a smile, one of the rare smile you could only count on one hand (those specifically reserved for you when an epiphany flashed through his mind), allowing his hand to linger on your cheek ever so carefully as if you had suddenly changed into a statue of fine china. « Is that so? » Shouto asked aimlessly, his thumb brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your cheeks.
Alas, this was not the end of the odyssey of your martyr of a heart, Shouto gave it no rest as he planted his lips against yours in a lingering union, pouring every ounce of genuine love he held in your regard in that very same kiss.
« You forgot one thing, angel, I’m never going to leave you. I promise. No matter if I meet someone whose quirk allow them to summon cold soba at all times, I know for a fact it will never be half as good as yours. Will you please remember this for me, angel? » Shouto demanded, brining the palm of your hand close to his lips where he placed a kiss as a way to punctuate his sentence.
The sheer in your orbs testified of how much you were enamored with him, and how (as odd as it sounds) you knew you still held a number one spot in his heart, coming way before cold soba on his own personal and fictive ranking. The thought of it alone was enough to bow your lips into a smile before sealing a hushed ‘I love you.’ against his lips in a union which he returned with care, allowing his hand to travel from your cheek to the nape of your neck to tug you closer.
Warnings: mentions of death, blood, murder; Psychotic behavior
Author’s Note: I apologize for not getting all the Halloween Imagines posted by Halloween. I will still post them all as well as resuming normal imagines. Also, my Halloween Kirishima imagine didn’t much activity, maybe you guys could give it some love? Please?
Vampire Todoroki- There’s a very old mansion in your neighborhood that everyone says is haunted. It’s surrounded by no trespassing signs. Your friends dare you to go in but you find is definitely not a ghost. Well at least not only a ghost. You have a run in with a very different sort of supernatural being. After that, you end up running to said being. ~
“I do not think this is a good idea.” I called back over my shoulder. I heard my friends laughing behind me. I looked at them back by the gate.
“It’s fine, Y/N. Just go in for a little while, explore, and then come back out. No big deal.” Monoma called. The others agreed. I internally groaned before turning back to the dark
path. The long driveway led to an abandoned, gothic mansion. It was supposedly haunted and my friends had dared me to go in.
“If anything happens just give us a call. We’ll be right in.” Kundo said. I nodded and walked on. I was starting to think that there was no house after a bit of walking and seeing nothing but trees.
“Holy…” Out of nowhere a beautiful house appeared finally.
I took a long look at it. “It doesn’t look abandoned on the outside.” I walked around a stone fountain and up the steps. I tried the door and it opened easily and silently. I pulled out my phone and saw I had no service. “Great.”
The front hall was grand but dark. I could see very little except small glimpses in the moonlight. I walked carefully through until I found a staircase. I walked up the stairs carefully, using my phone as a light. The place was absolutely humongous.
“I’ll get lost if I’m not careful.” I stepped into a room and saw furniture covered in fabric. A fast gust of wind blew behind me. I jumped, dropping my phone. I looked down the hallway. I saw nothing. I picked up my phone and moved on. “Old house and it’s drafts.”
I made it downstairs and found a nearly immaculate kitchen.
It was confusing. The whole house was actually. Save for a few dusty rooms, the mansion was in perfect shape. It doesn’t look abandoned at all. I looked around in uncertainty before a light caught sight of a light under a door.
“What?” I took a step towards it. I slid the doors open and gaped at the sight. The room was lit bright with candles. It was a dining room and there was a place set with a full wine glass and an open book.
I walked up to the table and stared at the wine glass. The liquid was dark and red. I looked around the room before picking up the glass. I took a quick whiff and recoiled at the metallic smell. I swirled it around and realized how thick the liquid was. I set it down and dipped a single finger tip in. I brought it to my mouth for a taste.
“Shit!” I gagged at the taste. I stared in horror at the realization of what the glass held. I looked around in a panic and stumbled back to leave as fast as I could. I turned to run
when instead I froze at the man that stood right in front of me. He quickly grabbed the hair at the back of my neck and pulled back. “Ah!”
“Who are you? Why did you enter my home?” He asked sternly. I reached up and clutched at his wrist as he pulled my head back more.
“I, I, I…” I stuttered. I tried to lean back to alleviate the pressure from his grip but he only tightened it and pulled me closer.
“Who Are. You?” He asked again.
“Please!” Tears streamed down my face as I screamed. He looked down at me with cold eyes. His eyes seemed to be searching mine. His face softened after a minute and his grip loosened his grip. I whimpered as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I’m sorry.” He said before backing off. “Forgive me but I was only acting on the fact there is on intruder in my home.” I rubbed the back of my head and nodded.
I looked him over and noticed the old fashioned clothes he was wearing. He had on a Victorian era shirt and dark trousers. His hair was what stood out the most. Red and white split down the middle. He had a striking pair of heterochromia eyes. There was something else strange that I couldn’t place.
“It’s alright. And I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone lived here. No one does. But that explains why the house is so immaculate.” I looked around nervously.
“Yes, I’ve lived here my whole life.” He said. “Now, why exactly did you break into my have?” He began advancing on me slowly. I started to back up. This continued until I hit the table. I gasped but never took my eyes off him. He stopped right in front of me.
“My friends dared me to come in. Like I-I said we thought it was abandoned.” My eyes looked back at the glass before back to him. He followed my gaze before slowly looking back at me. “That’s not wine is it?” I asked, hoping my earlier realization was wrong.
“No, it is not.” I whimpered slightly and looked away. “Don’t worry. I won’t…”
“Todoroki-kun?” A high pitched male voice echoed through the house. The male turned to look over his shoulder and I took the opportunity. I slipped away and ran. I shoved through a doorway and took off down the hall. I heard a voice call out from behind me but kept going.
“Gotta get out of here.” I turned many corners but did seem to be getting anywhere. I turned to look over my shoulder to see if he was following. I saw nothing and turned back. There in front of me was a green haired man. He looked at me shocked and I took a hard turn and ran up the stairs.
“Todoroki-kun?” I heard the man yell. As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw ‘Todoroki’ standing there just in front of me.
“Where are you going?” He called. I skidded to a stop but lost my balance as I did. I saw a look of panic cross his face as I fell back and over the railing.
“Ah!” I screamed as I fell. Pain exploded in my right arm and thigh. I tensed, thinking I was going to hit the floor. Instead I felt myself being caught before that. The breath was knocked out of me. I started gasping for air.
“Hey, calm down. Breathe.” I heard Todoroki say. I opened my eyes and looked to my left as I gasped. Todoroki was holding me and had a look of worry on his face. “Breathe.” He knelt down and sat me down on his knee before holding my face. I slowly got my breath back but felt no less faint.
“Ow.” I whimpered as the throbbing reached it’s head in my arm and leg. I squirmed and looked up at Todoroki. I saw his eyes move to my arm and widen.
“Shit.” He muttered. His mouth hung ajar and I saw fangs grow right before my eyes. Everything became too much in that moment and I passed out in his arms.
3rd POV
Todoroki held tight as they went limp in his arms. He steadied his breathing and got himself under control after smelling their blood. He readjusted his arm under their back and replaced the arm under their legs. He lifted them up carefully before walking up the stairs.
“Todoroki-kun?” He paused and looked down at his friend.
“Midoriya. Can you get the medical supplies and meet me in my chambers?” He asked softly.
“Of course Todoroki-kun. I’ll be right there!” He was gone in a blink. Todoroki walked down the halls to his bed chambers. He set Y/N down on the bed and brushed hair out of their face. A small smile came on his face before the blood caught his attention again.
“Here you go.” Midoriya popped up holding the supplies. He set them down on the bedside table and handed him gauze.
“Can you get a wash basin as well?” Todoroki asked. Midoriya nodded and did that quickly. Todoroki cleaned up the cuts thoroughly.
“Are you alright Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asked while looking over his shoulder. “With the blood?”
“Yes, Midoriya.” He began to wrap their arm. Once he finished that he went to their thigh. “I am pleased that you came to visit Midoriya but I need to take care of them. Could you please…” He let the question hang in the air.
“Oh! Of course! I’ll stop by another day.” Midoriya said before saying goodbye and leaving. Todoroki then removed Y/N pants to take care of the cut on their thigh. Once he was finished, he let them rest.
Y/N’s POV
I groaned as I woke up. I stretched my arms and back before snuggling back into the pillows and blankets. I took in breath before sighing. The scent of the blankets finally registered. Clove, cinnamon, and a little lavender. I opened my eyes and pushed up on an elbow.
“Huh?” I saw an unfamiliar four poster bed in an unfamiliar room. I looked over the room and was in awe.
The room was huge. There was antique furniture throughout the space and the walls had a few tapestries hanging. There was a fireplace that was surrounded by a beautiful hearth. I looked to my left and saw a bay window while there looked to a balcony behind curtains on the far wall. It was still night. I peeled back the covers and tried to move off.
“Ow.” I flinched as I felt a pain tug on my leg. I looked down and saw a set of bandages. I gasped and remembered the fall I took. My eyes darted to my arm and saw a similar sight.
I got up carefully and walked towards the balcony doors. I didn’t open the door but looked out. I saw a moonlit garden. I turned back to the room. There was an open door and it led to a bathroom. I Went to the sink to wash my face. I looked up and watched the water drip down my face.
“Am I going crazy?” I asked myself before grabbing a small towel to dry my face. When I closed my eyes, the scene replayed in my head. The wine glass, the running, the fall… the fangs. I stalked, slowly lowering the towel. “Fangs. He had fangs and the glass was …” I looked at myself in the mirror. Before I could think any farther, I realized I wasn’t wearing my clothes. I was in a large plain Shirt. I ran back into the room.“Where are my…” Todoroki was standing there with my clothes in his hands. “Clothes.”
“I have them.” He said before laying them on a dresser. “They were dirty and damaged so I cleaned and repaired them.”
“Thank you.” I said. I looked at them before him again. The silence was awkward as I stood there half bare. I rubbed my arm in nervousness. “You’re a… I…” I wanted to ask if my assumptions were correct.
“Yes?” He perked up.
“First of all, thank you for taking care of me.” I motioned to my cuts.
“You are welcome.” He bowed his head. I pulled down the end of the shirt. I saw him notice. “Why don’t you get dressed? I’ll turned around.” He did as he said. I quickly changed.
“Here.” I handed him the shirt he took it somewhere before returning quickly. He guided me through the house to the front door. As he walked to open the door, I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore. “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” He froze.
“Yes. Yes I am.” He turned to me. “But you have no need to be afraid of me. I do not prey on humans anymore.”
“I know. I-I-I mean I didn’t know about the not preying on humans but not being afraid of you. If you were going to hurt me you would have already done it. Also you wouldn’t have patched me up either.” I took a big breath after my ramble. “I was just shocked and spooked earlier so that’s why I ran. I was afraid at the moment but now I’m not.”
“I’m glad.” He gave me a small smile. “I can understand why though. You said you and your friends thought my house was abandoned so finding out someone was living here can be frightening.”
“You’re telling me.” I chuckled before I was hit by a thought. “My Friends! How long was I out? They’re going to be so worried.” I gasped. “I have to go.” I ran to the door and opened it. I paused and looked back at him. I saw a sadness flush in his eyes. “If I can, I would like to meet you again.”
“Yes!” He answered quickly. He coughed and looked away. I giggled at the nervousness. “I mean, I would like that very much.”
“Great!” I smiled big. “Bye!” I said wistfully. I waved before running down the path.
For the next week, all I could think about was Todoroki. It didn’t leave my mind even at work, at school, or anytime. I was actually beginning to miss him terribly when a note appeared on my window seal. It was a handwritten letter from Todoroki. It was just a letter to check in on me. I wrote one back and placed it in the same spot before going to bed. The note was gone by morning.
These notes continued on for months. We got to know each other through paper & pen but I never saw him again. I was falling in love with a man I’ve only seen once and through his words. As the letters continued, they became more intimate. I was building up the courage to confess to him. I was planning to confess in tonight’s letter but those plans change as soon as I got home.
I turned off the sidewalk to walk up to my house. I hopped up the steps but paused when I saw the door cracked. I furrowed my brows in confusion because my mother never left the door open.
“Mom?” I called out as I pushed the door open. I walked in and looked into the living room to see no one. I walked to the kitchen, dining room, and back to the front of the house. A loud sound of glass shattering came from upstairs. I ran up and towards my mom’s room. “Mom! What happ…” I trailed off when I saw the horrid sight in my mom’s room.
“Hello there, Y/N dear.” My mothers boyfriend was standing over my mothers bloody body holding a dripping knife. He had a sickening grin.
“Ah…” I let out a strangled noise before covering my mouth. My eyes began to sting.
“I hate that you had to see this sweetie. You came home too early.” He said sickeningly sweet. He wiped the blade on his jeans. “But I’m afraid since you did, I can’t let you leave.” He took a step towards me. I jolted back and hit the door jam. His sweet smile turned sinister. “Now, now. Just come here sweetie.” He jerked towards me but I threw a vase at him. I bolted down the hall and stairs. At the bottom, he caught up to me and grabbed my messenger bag strap.
“Ah!” I screamed as he yanked me back into a wall. He placed the knife to my throat and I whimpered, clutching his wrist.
“I told you to come to me you little brat.” He sneered at me. He closed his eyes, took a few big breaths before opening his eyes again. “You’re not a brat, no.” He ran a hand down my face. I flinched away from his touch. “You’re my sweet little girl… my baby.”
“You’re demented!” I screeched and kneed him. He doubled over and I ran for the back door. I ran through the back yard and into the woods. I heard him screaming and running behind me. I ran through the trees towards the one place I would be safe.
Before I ever got to the gates, I couldn’t hear him. I slipped through the rod iron gate.
I ran down the lane at full speed with tears running down my face. I stumbled and fell, catching myself on the side of the fountain. I flinched at the scrap on my hand. I pushed myself up though and ran up the steps before nearly running into the door. I ripped it open and darted inside.
“Todoroki!” I called out. I waited for a response but got nothing. I took in a shaky breath and hugged my stomach. “Todoroki?” I cried out again. I bit my lip to keep them from wobbling. “He’s not home.” I told myself. A sob escaped my throat and I covered my mouth with my uninjured hand.
I bolted up the stairs and down the halls to the room Todoroki had put me in before. I opened the door and slammed it shut. I leant against it. I dropped my bag off to the side and pushed myself off and launched myself on the bed. I buried myself in the pillows and let myself cry.
3rd POV
Todoroki walked into his home. He had been out for a night stroll under the full moon. He paused when he smelled a familiar scent. Two actually. One was Y/N’s natural scent and the other… Todoroki caught sight of the bloody handprint on the door.
“Y/N.” Worry coursed through him. He ran up the stairs, following their scent. He followed it to his bedchamber. He threw open the door, eyes darting around the room. He found a shaking on his bed. He quickly knelt over them. He placed a hand on their shoulder. “Y/N?”
“Ap…” They jumped before looking at him. “Todoroki…” They sat up and buried themselves in his chest. He froze in surprise. They cried into his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and sat them both back against the pillows.
“Sh.” He ran his hand through their hair trying to comfort them. “What happened? What has you in such a state?”
“My mom, my mom…” They gasped nuzzling into his chest. “Her boyfriend killed her and tried to kill me!” They exclaimed. “I walked in on him… Her body was on the floor… so much blood… knife to my neck… chased me…” They sobbed.
“fHey, hey.Shh. You’re safe now.” Todoroki held them tighter. He gently grabbed their injured hand to see it.
“I tripped outside.” Y/N said before he could ask. The bleeding had mostly stopped by now. He went back to running his fingers through their hair. He just let them cry into his chest. They eventually fell asleep and he tucked them in. He left the room.
“Midoriya.” He called out. Said green hair boy showed up in an instant.
“Yes, Todoroki- Kun?”
“Can you watch over Y/N while I go out? They’ve been through a horrible ordeal and I don’t want them to be alone.” He walked back into the room.
“Of course!” He followed and stood at the end of the bed.
“I will be back as soon as I can. If anyone comes, don’t let them near them.” Midoriya nodded and Todoroki turned back to Y/N. He brushed a hand across their forehead. He leant down and kissed their head.
Todoroki ran towards Y/N’s house and saw there were already police and an ambulance there. He hid close enough to see what was going on. A man was being arrested and he was maniacally laughing.
“The women asked for it.” He screamed. “And the brat. Ha! You’ll never find them!” Todoroki seethed with anger. He couldn’t do anything since the police had the man but he hasn’t wanted to sink his fangs into someone this bad in so long. His eyes moved to the house. He went inside to Y/N’s room. He could smell the blood from here. He looked out the crack in their door and saw the police walking around.
“Y/N hasn’t been found.” One said.
“No one can reach her either. Maybe that psycho was telling the truth.” Another commented. “Maybe he got them.”
“Maybe.” Todoroki stepped back and looked around the room. He quickly packed a few things before leaving.
Y/N’s POV
I jerked awake from the nightmare. I opened my eyes and peaked out of the blankets. I saw Todoroki’s room and relaxed again. I curled up in a ball. I tried to calm my breathing as I heard a door open. I looked out to see Todoroki walking in.
“Hey there.” He said softly.
“Hi.” My voice was hoarse. I coughed before sitting up. I sat back against the pillows. I stared at my hands.
“How are you feeling?” He sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Drained. Numb.” He nodded and grabbed my hand, rubbing small circles in my palm. I bit my lips, trying not to cry again.
“You can cry, it’s okay.” He encouraged me. I let out a choked breath.
“I don’t want to.” I whispered.
“I know, I know.” He comforted me. He moved in closer and polled me in. I sat my head on his shoulder. He hugged me and kept me grounded.
“Thank you.” I breathed in deep. I got the smell of clove, lavender, and cinnamon again. It soothed me ever more.
“They caught him.” He spoke up after a minute. I looked up at him. “I went to your house. The police were there and arrested him.” He explained. I nodded. “They also think you’re dead. He was bragging about how he got you both.”
“Ah.” I acknowledged. I looked down and sniffled. I saw him grabbing my hands.
“You need to let them know you’re alive.” He said softly. I nodded. I sighed before looking up at him.
“I will but I want to stay here for a little while. I’ll say I got lost when I ran into the woods.” I said with a watery smile. He cupped my cheek. “This is not how I planned today to go.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“I had planned… to confess my feelings for you.” I admitted. I laughed at myself. “I know it’s strange but I do. I am in love with you. I don’t know how but…” I was cut off by lips on mine. I paused before I realized what was happening. I kissed back immediately. I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him in closer. I curled my fingers into his hair.
“You don’t know how elated I am to hear that.” He whispered. My eyes widened but I smiled. “I’m sorry. You’re grieving and I kissed you. It’s selfish of me.”
“No, no, no.” I hushed him with a kiss. “I confessed to you first. It’s alright.” He smiled before getting up.
“Come on. You need some fresh air.” He pulled me up and towards the balcony. He opened the door and let me walk onto the balcony first. I leant against the railing and he stood next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“I will come back here.” I said into the night. He looked down at me. “When I go back and take care of everything, I am going to come back here to be with you. If that’s okay with you.”
“I would never steer you away.” He said genuinely. I smiled and nuzzled my head under his chin. He began to run his fingers through my hair. “You will have me for eternity.”
This is for one of my best friends. Her fiance just broke up with her out of absolute nowhere. So I’m writing this small comfort piece with her favorite boy, our lovely Mr. Icy Hot. ❤️❤️
942 words
Warnings: self-deprecation
+ Your fiance of many years breaks up with you out of nowhere. It hits you hard because you thought you two were fine and so did everyone else for that matter. While hiding away, the youngest Todoroki finds you and helps you feel better even if it’s only for a moment.
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Y/N’s POV
I sniffled and burrowed further into my rest of blankets. I had my head covered and didn’t feel like moving. I was staying at the apartments that were there for the heroes at the agency I worked at. It was there for late nights and after long missions. The fates seemed to be against me in drones today because there was a knock on the door. I groaned and refused to move. The knocking continued and I was about to yell at them to go away when a familiar, smooth voice came through.
“Y/N? I know you’re home.” Shoto’s voice was a bit muffled through the wood. “Please let me in.”
“Coming.” I unburied myself and slowly got up. I was relieved that it was Shoto. He is my best friend and the one person I actually would want to be around right now. I unlocked the door and hid behind it as he came in.
“Y/N?” I closed the door with my forehead pressed against it. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him with new tears forming in my eyes. “Come here.” As soon as he opened his arms, I launched into his chest. I sobbed while clutching his shirt.
“Shoto…” He held me close and rubbed my back. He whispered soothing words while running his other hand over my head. My knees were starting to give out.
“Let’s get you back to the couch.” He quickly kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket.
I went to walk to the couch but Shoto scooped me up and held me to his chest. I just went limp in his arms as he carried me. He sat down on the couch and pulled my blankets over us. He just let me cry into his chest until I calmed down.
“Why… Why did they do it?” I gasped. I pulled back to look at Shoto. He had a somber expression on his usually stoic face. “Did I do something? Could there have been something I could have done to, to, to…I don’t know, to make them stay? I could have been better…”
“Hey, hey, hey. No, none of that.” Shoto wiped tears. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Then, why did they…why did they break our engagement? Why did they break up with me?” I sputtered, covering my face. I felt Shoto shift and a couple of tissues were held in front of my face.
“I don’t know. They won’t talk to any of us.” He sighed and looked off to the side. “I mean I could do some undercover, super secret Private I work to find out.” I chuckled through the tears. I set my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine.
“No.” I said softly. “No point. They’re not in my life any more anyway.” He nodded and I cuddled into him more, tucking my head under his chin. He pulled the blanket up higher on my shoulders.
“You know… You’re perfect the way you are. All of us will tell you that, even Bakugou. For whatever reason he decided he wanted to end things, please know that you are still worth all the love in the world. That you are not alone, even if we’re not with you at the moment. One day you’ll find someone who will be smart enough to never let you go. And, um… crap, still not the best with words.”
“Shoto!” I laughed. He smiled. “That’s alright, what you said was perfect. Thank you. It’s going to be a bit before I’m alright but I know I have you and everyone else too.” I hugged him. We snuggled on the couch for a bit before he got up to go to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”
“I am going to make some Tempura for us.”
“You are?” I teased. He gave me a glare before turning away.
“Yes, me. Bakugou has been helping me. So shush.” I laughed before laying back down on the couch. After a while of hearing him in the kitchen, he came out with a cup of tea. “Here.” I locked eyes with him.
“Thank you.” He smiled and nodded. He leant down and kissed my forehead. It wasn’t long before he brought out the food. We ate with some small talk and with some argument, Shoto did the dishes. It was late by the time he finished.
“You need some sleep.” He said while poking my cheek softly. “I can see it.”
“You’re not wrong.” I said. I got comfortable against his side.
“You’re just gonna sleep here.” I hummed an affirmative. “The lights are still on and I can’t move due to the leech on my side.” I whacked his arm. He chuckled. I blindly reached for the remote for the lights & more. Once I found it, I clicked the lights off.
“Goodnight, Shoto.” I said while already dozing.
“Goodnight, Y/N. Just know that I’m always here for you.”
3rd POV
Shoto watched as Y/N fell asleep against him. He admired his friend. If he was being honest with himself, he’s been in love with them for a long time. He never pursued them because they never showed romantic interest in him. It broke his heart when they got into a relationship with their now ex but he was happy they were happy.
“Sleep well, love.” He brushed a couple stray hairs back. He traced their face tenderly. Y/N wrinkled their nose before smiling and snuggling in more. He got comfortable and closed his eyes, falling asleep while holding them tight.
You were once again surrounded by darkness as the quirk user reappeared before you. “So? How was it? Most people end up starting over several times, so congratulations!”
“It was… surprisingly enjoyable?” You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You really just hoped that you weren’t out that long, that no one was too worried about you while you were in the fairytale.
“And? How are we feeling about that special someone, hm?” They winked at you.
“I think I’m going to confess.”
Why am I telling them this? They hit me with their quirk and they’re the whole reason I’m in this mess, so why should they get to know?
“Oh goodie! That’s so exciting! Well, I won’t keep you any longer– go get your mans!"
And suddenly, you were no longer surrounded by darkness, but blinded by light.
As your eyes adjusted, you could make out that you were in Recovery Girl’s office, who was by your side as soon as you gained consciousness.
"How are you feeling dear? You were out for about a day.”
Well that’s a lot shorter than I expected.
“I feel completely fine, just a little tired.” That was a lie. You were more than fine– elated even, which was probably an aftereffect of how happy you were inside the quirk reality.
“Well since it seems that everything’s alright, I’ll send in your boyfriend. He’s refused to go back to the dorms and is probably still waiting outside.”
DFDJSE DID I SOMEHOW GET A BOYFRIEND WHILE I WAS CONKED OUT!!?!?!
“Boyfriend?”
“Are you not dating the Todoroki child? He came in here to visit and was holding your hand.”
HFJGHJFJDJF HE DID WHAT?!?!?
“Um, no we aren’t dating,” you sheepishly replied despite your internal celebration.
“Well, you should hop on that while you have the chance. He seems to really like you,” she said and left to go get him.
Oh my God, Recovery Girl!
You sat flustered on the bed waiting for Shouto. You hyped yourself up to confess, figuring now was as good a time as ever.
When he walked in and to the chair by your bedside, you grew even more flustered just thinking about what you were about to do. You didn’t even notice that he was just as flustered as you were.
“How are you feeling?” His face was etched with concern. “Aizawa-sensei told us about the quirk you were hit with. Did it have any physical side effects?”
“I’m fine Todoroki. Thank you for your concern though, I really appreciate it.” You smiled up at him, somehow getting even more flustered because all you could think about was the kiss in the fairytale.
“You can call me Shouto.”
FKDIWJENKDWKWN
"Call me Y/N, then.” He smiled at you in response.
He has no right to be this adorable.
You braced yourself for what you were about to do, feeling incredibly nervous. But before you even had the chance to start your confession, Todoroki began one of his own.
“Y/N I was really worried about you and um…” he trailed off.
“Really? You were worried about me?”
“I always get more worried about you than anyone else, even though you’re one of the strongest people I know… I get this feeling in my chest when I’m around you and I had to ask Midoriya what it was.”
If this man doesn’t stop being so goddamn cute, I’m going to have to kiss him.
“And then, the other day when you smiled at me after my training match, I thought I was going to faint. But maybe that was the exhaustion.” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Does this mean he likes me???
He wouldn’t look at you, instead choosing to stare at the opposite wall. He was blushing madly, and you thought it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
You reached out and took one of his hands in both of yours, causing his eyes to widen. He immediately stopped staring at the wall and instead chose to stare at your newly joined hands.
“Shouto, do you want to know what fairytale that quirk made me go through?” He mumbled a sound that seemed to mean yes, but he was still hyper fixated on your hands, a look of awe on his face.
He is so precious I almost can’t stand it.
“It was Cinderella. I was Cinderella and you were the prince. Even though it wasn’t real, I still managed to fall for you all over again.”
He suddenly shifted his eyes to your face, that same look of awe and wonder now staring directly into your eyes.
“Does that mean you like me too?” He looked so hopeful, his eyes sparkling as they gazed into yours. You couldn’t help but giggle with pure adoration as you nodded.
The two of you started leaning closer together, lost in each other’s eyes, still holding hands. He brought his free hand up to caress the side of your face as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
You replied not in words, but in leaning up to press your lips against his.
todoroki w/ an affectionate!s/o is just the cutest thing )):
him talking to midoriya and tenya about his day when his s/o comes up behind him and backhugs him and just—stays like that. he smiles, feeling all warm before continuing his conversation.
he loves it when you’re affectionate. he always strokes your arms when you hug him and kisses your hands if you stroke his cheeks. he always has this pretty little smile whenever you’re doting on him )): UGH HES SO CUTE
imagine walking with shouto in the mall, and taking one glance at some nice clothes that are situated inside of a clothing store.
shoutoimmediately notices where your gaze was affixed on, and that you looked at certain clothes longer than a second. so, he stops in place to make a turn— and head straight into the store.
but you lay both hands on his back ignoring how you can still feel lean muscle through his shirt, patting him gently and directing him forward— not wanting to extract more numbers from his wallet, or bank account (regardless if it’s his or his shitty dad’s)
“keep walking, keep walking, we don’t need to buy it—”
“no, we do need to buy it.”
“shouto—”
and of course, your attempts to stop shouto from entering the store, getting your size (as in, holding each article up to you while ignoring your protests and blank glares that basically read “this is your last chance to ditch this entire thing and gtfo of here with me.”), buying said clothes with his endeavor’s money, and handing you the bag containing his purchase with an innocent, blank look.
“why do i bother..” you tell him, still taking the bag from his hands.
“i don’t know what you mean.” he replies, before placing a hand on your back, and directing you forward and away from the store— giving you no choice but to proceed with the day like normal.
“Seij-senpai, it’s him” you whispered, shaking the boy from one side to the other without being able to contain your excitement when you saw that Shoto Todoroki got off the bus that was bringing the UA students.
Since you were eight years old you knew that Shoto Todoroki is your soulmate. His name popped up on your wrist while you were in school and all the girls in your class started screaming because you were the first person in the whole room to have his soulmate mark.
For years you didn’t have a face for Shoto until Inasa described him what he was like after you pressed him a thousand times, but you finally had a fixed face when he watched the UA sports festival on television. You didn’t leave the screen for a minute because you don’t want to miss anything about it. You screamed many words of encouragement at the television even though you knew it couldn’t hear you. From there your excitement to meet your soulmate increased more and you spent it thinking thousands of scenarios where they were for the first time.
“Idiot, you have to concentrate on the exam” Shishikura scolded, releasing annoyance from your grip.
“But senpai, what if this is the only time I see him? What if I don’t have another chance? “ you said whimpering.
You knew that Shoto Todoroki knew of your existence because he must have your name on his wrist, just like you have his, but unlike he had never seen you, and you had that stupid fear, according to Seiji, of taking too many years to meet Shoto and that he decided to ignore their soulmate bond and fall in love with someone else.
"I told you to focus on your exam” he replied pulling your hair causing you to moan “Once you pass you can talk to him or whatever”
Of course, you ignored Seiji and instead of going with Inasa, as they had planned before, you decided to go after Todoroki. Apparently, you did well because your soulmate seemed to need help.
“Didn’t I tell you, Todoroki? Even if you are from UA, acting only says that you trust yourself too much ”said who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Hey!” They all said when they saw how one of the nuts that the leader had thrown was going in the direction of the group. Some fell out of the tank where they were when they tried to avoid the nut.
You took advantage of the group’s distraction and hid behind the ice that Todoroki just created.
“Okay soulmate, I have come to help you,” you said with a smile causing Shoto’s stoic face to change into a surprised expression. You laughed when you saw how cute he looked.
“Y / n Y / ln?” He said and you nodded.
“He deceived us, he is not alone!” said one of the group.
“It doesn’t matter, go on with the plan” ordered the leader and began to throw more nuts and bolts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this” you said when you saw how Todoroki’s defense was broken. You raised your hands and sent some of the metals in the opposite direction.
Shoto wastes no time and attacks with his fire those you set free. But before he could reach them, two of the group members began to dump dirt and water. Again Todoroki had to create another ice defense although it did not do much because it was instantly broken.
“Sorry, I can’t handle that much,” you said frustrated.
“Be careful” said your soul mate and he took you by the arm drawing you to him, you blushed when you saw how close they were, to avoid that one of the tanks hurt you. “I will create a distraction. Don’t follow me, focus on passing ”
Shoto felt guilty watching your face drop. He thought maybe he didn’t express himself well. He didn’t mind you helping him but he didn’t want you to end up disapproving of him because of him. Once they finished the exam he would speak well to you.
You saw how Shoto fired fire at him again. Instantly the others contracted with land and water. Shoto didn’t stop until a large amount of smoke formed. It was hard for you to see but you still struggled to find at least one of the members of the group. Thanks to the color uniform you were able to distinguish one so you took your chance. From your belt, you took some handcuffs and with your quirk, you managed to put them on the feet and hands of your enemy. Apparently, the others did not realize because they were after Todoroki. Without wasting any more time you ran towards your prisoner and placed the balls in him. You sighed, relieved to hear that they had just said that there was another one approved. It wasn’t long before they said the same thing again. You turned around to see that Todoroki had taken care of the rest of the group.
“We should go,” you said without knowing what else to say.
“If you are right”
Then the two of them began to walk in silence. Todoroki noticed how several times you were about to speak to him but then you closed your mouth again. You were unsure, so he decided to start the conversation.
“Thanks for your help”
Your eyes lit up again and Todoroki liked seeing you more so he said and insecure.
“I couldn’t let them widow me before my time” you joked without thinking, but then you realized what you said and panicked “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust your combat skills in fact you already showed at the festival that you are excellent and today again I am impressive, you are amazing. Oh my god, I should stop talking "you blushed.
"You are amazing too,” he said without any shame.
“Todoroki, you’re going to kill me,” you said hiding your face in your hands.
“Why do you say that?” he asked worriedly and pulled your hands away so he could see your face in search of a blow “Does something hurt? Do you need a doctor? Do you need a ride?”
You didn’t even have time to respond when he was already carrying you and running with you in his arms.
“Shoto, I’m fine! It’s just a saying, I wasn’t serious!” you screamed in disbelief that this was all happening the first time they met.
“Oh sorry” he stopped and carefully lowered you.
“Sorry for worrying you” you ran a nervous hand through your hair.
“Okay” he agreed and they walked calmly again “You should give me your number when we finish the exam”
You bit your lip to contain your cry of excitement. Shoto Todoroki would be your death, how could he speak so naturally and without nerves. You were also excited to know that he liked you enough to want to keep in touch with you.
“Sure” you smiled at him.
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