synopsis: after turning down every christmas party invitation out of habit (except for the obligatory one his agency put on every year) shoto realizes he is in fact alone on christmas. he managed to not throw out the invitation for his apartment building’s party, so he finds himself there for the evening, thinking he’ll just steal some complimentary cookies and call it a night. He finds himself spending the day much better than expected, despite being by himself this year.
content:mentions of christmas and all that it brings, lonely shoto, todoroki-family-issues, strangers to more, alcohol, sassy shoto, funny shoto bc he truly is, fluff, pro hero au, mention of sibling-like relationship between shoto and katsuki bc um yes, mainly me talking about shoto and christmas
word count:1.7k
a/n: merry christmas if you celebrate and happy holidays!! I hope you guys like this <3
In retrospect, his situation really was really his own fault.
Every single one of his friends had invited him to some sort of Christmas party. Well, any friends that were currently in the country. His closest three friends had all gone abroad and were spending Christmas there, flying their families in as surprises. It was incredibly sweet, but it did not keep Shoto from deadpanning to them that he had been “abandoned.” Thankfully, as the foundations of his humor, his friends all laughed at his lack of enthusiasm and saw through his bad pout and wished him happy holidays. Shoto had never been very good at sarcasm, even all these years later.
His other friends, bless them, had all invited him to holiday parties. “It’s fun to go to all of them,” Kirishima had explained when Shoto had asked how it was possible to RSVP to every single one of them, as he and Denki had been doing right in front of him during their get-together at the bar they all liked two weeks ago. “Last year Denki and I managed to go to all of them twice!”
As he listened to their stories he’d decided he would not be participating. It seemed way too overwhelming for him, even on a day where he’d had three cups of coffee. No one took any offense, which Shoto had been very concerned about. But everyone who invited him knew him enough to understand his reasoning, which led to him feeling excellent about turning down every invitation until he realized, as he was at his agency’s yearly Christmas Eve party, that he had no party to go to tomorrow.
Shoto thought about calling his siblings, but instantly shut that idea down. They all had their own families to be with, and he really didn’t feel like being the odd uncle on Christmas. Plus he was pretty sure they’d caught on to the fact that he’dbeen the one to give everyone the cold at Thanksgiving, and he really did not want to be harassed about that.
For now, he decided, scanning the agency with careful eyes. He’d hunt for leftovers to take home with him.
Which meant he’d have to be the last one standing. He eyed his coworkers, sizing them up as threats. Some of them were already tipsy. He took a class of whatever was being served for himself and chugged it quickly, knowing he’d need a little alcohol in his system in order to survive however long this social event chose to be.
An hour and a half later, after he’d helped clean up and offered to take the leftovers with him, he successfully made his way home, not able to keep the small smile off his face. The leftovers were some finger sandwiches he’d grown very fond of, a bottle of sparkling cider, and half of a cheesecake. No Christmas cookies, but that was excusable. He’d look for some tomorrow. Plus, his leftover hunt was more of an odd tradition Shoto had started at every party he went to. Sometimes he failed, but more often than not he was successful. People were always more than willing to get rid of leftover food that would just sit in their fridge for a week, untouched.
The doorman of his apartment building helped him open the doors for him, which he thanked him for gratefully.
Skillfully balancing his treasures on one arm as he pressed the elevator button for his floor, Shoto saw the flyer for the Holiday party to be held in the lobby tomorrow evening. The art of the cookies is what caught his eye the most, and as he scanned the flyer he saw the bolded words: “Cookies will be provided.”
“Cookies?” he heard someone quietly say beside him. He jumped, almost dropping his things in shock before quickly regaining his composure.
“Sorry!” they cried, reaching forward as though to catch the things in his arms, dropping their arms to their side in relief when nothing fell. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright,” he replied. “I’m quite excited for the promise of cookies, too.”
Y/N—that was their name, Shoto wasn’t the type of hoodlum to forget the name of his own neighbor—smiled at him, almost nervously.
He resisted the urge to frown at himself. Most people thought he was too scary to approach, which was something he’d grown accustomed to over the years. Didn’t mean he liked it very much, though.
Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to be one of those people.
“Sorry, do you need help carrying that?” they asked, already moving to take the top two containers away from his pile, leaving him with the remaining two.
“Oh, thank you,” Shoto said, stepping into the newly arrived elevator with them and hitting the button for their floor.
“So, do you think you’ll be going to take advantage of the free cookies?” Y/N asked as the elevator made its journey upwards. And for once, Shoto wasn’t dreading the painstakingly slow speed the elevator went at. Y/N really was quite pleasant to be around, he quickly came to remember.
“Probably,” Shoto replied. “Will you?”
Y/N shrugged. “Most likely.”
If you go, I definitely will, was what Shoto wanted to say. But it sounded like something he’d tell his friends when he was younger when they both wanted to go do something but needed motivation to do so.
The elevator arrived at their floor, and Y/N patiently waited for Shoto to unlock his apartment and set down the things he was carrying on his table before handing what they were carrying over. Too late, he realized in horror his rude mistake.
“Oh I’m sorry, come in,” he hurriedly said, praying it wasn’t too late and that Y/N didn’t think he was the worst person in the world and that any chance of them sharing Christmas cookies was ruined all because he’d forgotten his manners. Fuyumi and Katsuki would be ashamed of him, being the siblings they were.
“Oh, no, that’s okay!” Y/N rushed. “I’ll see you tomorrow in the lobby!”
And with that they were gone, disappearing into their own apartment after giving Shoto another smile he had quickly grown to like.
Shoto went to sleep and arose the next morning feeling very excited for Christmas, a feeling he’d missed. He had his cup of hot chocolate in the morning while he watched the news and flipped through the channels before finding a cheesy holiday movie, and then settled in to open packages.
Some he’d ordered for himself, some had been shipped by family and friends. From Izuku he got a new pair of gloves (a running joke they had), from Ochaco a lovely keychain of a mini chibi version of himself, from Tenya a gorgeous planner for next year. Katsuki had gotten him a knife sharpener (Shoto laughed at that. He did have dull kitchen knives). Denki got him a delightfully horrible Christmas sweater, Kiri a new set of weights decorated to fit his quirk.
By the time he’d opened everything and put them in their respective places, it was only 10AM. He still had the whole day ahead of him. And Christmas cookies.
Since he’d worked on Christmas last year, this was the year he had the day off. So he spent the day in his apartment, called his siblings to wish them a Merry Christmas, watched cheesy holiday movies, and made himself his favorite foods.
When 6PM rolled around Shoto was already ready and heading towards the elevator, smiling to himself when he realized Y/N was already there, waiting for it.
They smiled and waved at him, grin growing when they noticed his new Christmas sweater. They were sporting one of their own.
“Apparently the apartment complex owners do this every year,” Y/N said as they entered the elevator, which was surprisingly full of other neighbors. They all nodded in greeting, offering smiles. Shoto loved Christmas, since it put people in good moods like these.
“Oh yes,” an upstairs neighbor said. A nice old lady Shoto usually helped with her groceries. “They do it so we won’t complain about small things they change, like the elevator music or the plants in the lobby. Keeps us happy.” He and Y/N shared a small smile as their neighbors chatted amongst themselves before they all arrived in the lobby.
The lobby was decked out, Christmas tree and all. There were even small gifts waiting for each of them (a hand towel, but a rather nice one, Shoto realized upon further inspection). He and Y/N mingled among the residents. Shoto was glad they stuck together. He was still a little drained from all the socializing he’d done yesterday—having a partner in it all helped his energy levels significantly.
It was like an unsaid agreement between the two of them, to be joined at the hip for the whole night. He found himself having a lot of fun, eating cookies and talking with the neighbors. A lot of them would shyly converse with him, a few little kids asked for autographs. It was hard not to feel the infectious spread of joy that was created with the Christmas lights all around him, with Feliz Navidad playing in the background, with Y/N, his newfound friend, smiling with him the whole evening.
As far as he was concerned, this was a great way to spend Christmas.
Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.
I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.
“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.
“Oh, just waiting in vain.”
“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”
“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”
“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”
Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”
“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.
The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.
“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”
“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.
“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.
All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.
“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.
“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.
“Hey blasty.”
“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”
“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.
“What?” He asked in response.
“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.
“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”
“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.
Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.
“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.
“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.
“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.
“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.
“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.
I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.
“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”
“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”
“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”
I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.
“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”
“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.
“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.
“What?”
“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.
Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.
“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.
“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.
“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”
“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.
“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.
“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”
“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.
“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”
“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”
“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.
“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.
“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”
The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.
“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.
“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”
“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.
“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.
“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.
Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.
“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.
“What is it, darling?”
“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.
“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.
“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”
“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”
It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.
“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.
“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.
“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.
“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.
“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”
“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.
“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”
“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.
“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”
Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.
“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.
What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.
Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.
I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.
Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.
“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”
“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.
I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.
“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”
“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.
“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.
“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.
Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.
“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.
“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”
“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.
“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.
“Kaminari!” We both yelled.
“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.
“Yes?”
“I need you to come with me.”
“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.
“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.
I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.
“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.
“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”
“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”
“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.
“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.
“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.
do you think todoroki knows he comes across as flat and apathetic (or even crude) most of the time or do you think that’d be news to him like: huh?
more specifically im thinking about todoroki who’s pining for you and his feelings are so overwhelming he feels like he’s going insane just being in the same class as you. he’s close to bursting into flames any time you interact, and yet he looks as chilly as his icy side. todoroki is convinced you can hear his heart beat like some ‘Telltale Heart’ shit but uhhhh you’re none the wiser unless you’re a top notch body language expert
his one tell i think would be staring. no smiling, no frowning, just _ 24/7. i’ve said it before but he also doesn’t break eye contact if you catch him staring; he’ll stop looking on his own time. up to you if it’s creepy or not.
so there’s no doubt he’s typically hard to read, but does he knowthat?
you knew since the moment you clumsily crashed into him on the ice rink, made eye contact with one another and held your breathe — that shouto todoroki had captured your heart to the point of no return.
you won’t ever forget the patience he had when you tried to remove yourself from him yet kept on slipping back towards his body, further entangling the both of you together.
he waits until you’ve calmed enough to focus your attention on him again before speaking up, assuring you that it was alright and he wasn’t angry or any of that sort at all. even going as far as to ask you if you got hurt and apologizes for not catching you.
gazing at his heterochromia eyes, you fought away the nervousness in yourself in favor of savoring the time you had being so close to your oh so dear friend.
you’ve thought him handsome and pretty on the first day you’ve seen him sat on his desk in yuuei. you also pondered the idea if he was secretly a prince in some country and was forced to stay here with people like you the longer you eyed his default blank face. for someone who was entering the hero industry, todoroki sure gave of the feeling of being a model or an idol instead (of course that didn’t mean good-looking people like him aren’t fit to become heroes. he’s more than capable of being a fantastic hero).
you never had any problem interacting with the man in front of you. there’s the occasional awkwardness you get from his personality that can’t be avoided but you all worked it out. in the end, your friendship was something you cherished greatly.
that is until tonight when you finally admit to yourself that you may have been developing some not-so platonic feelings for the half and half for quite a while.
were you willing to lose what you have with him just so you could tell him what you felt?
“(y/n),”
his voice brings you back to the present.
not only that, his touch on your skin undeniably breaks the troubling thoughts that is swirling inside your head.
“did falling perhaps damaged your brain?”
you would have laughed your ass off because of his unexpected choice of words if it wasn’t for the seriousness of his tone and the worry in his eyes. scratch that, his words aren’t unexpected at all. in fact, it was very shouto-like.
you shake your head and contently sighed while touching his warm hand that was placed on your right cheek. he reacts to your actions with a suprise look crossing his face, as if he hadn’t think you would do that.
he made no move to detach himself from you and you revel in the soft moment you two are sharing as of now in the nearly empty ice rink you had invited him and the others — who unfortunately couldn’t come — to go to and enjoy quality time while you were on your break.
“how do you feel?”
he asks you after seconds have passed and you’re still in the same position as earlier, forgetting the cold hard floor and the few people who had skate passed by where you two were laying upon.
“i feel like i need a kiss from you to make the ache on my head go away.”
you cheekily replied. you might not have the courage to confess but that won’t stop you from messing around and letting him know bits of your pining here and there.
it’s not like he’ll notice anything with him being somewhat oblivious to your hints and cues. nothing prepared you for what transpired next though.
you really ought to choose the things you say to todoroki or else he’d take them earnestly and do exactly what you were hoping him to do.
it was nothing more than a simple graze of his lips on your forehead and yet it flustered you to no end.
he quickly escapes from your hold and stared at anything else other than you. todoroki’s ears are slightly flushed and you notice him take a deep inhale as if he was anxious for what you’d do after that whole situation.
“is the pain gone now?”
it took you a moment to register his new question. grabbing the scarf that hangs loosely on your neck, you burrowed half of your face to hide the embarasssement that’s creeping inside you. you didn’t realize that he did the same thing.
“y-yeah. thanks, shouto.”
as you try to recollect yourself, you wondered if the man with you meant anything about that kiss he gave.
before you could come up with something plausible in your mind that didn’t involve him liking you back (because you didn’t think he even saw you that way) you see him reaching for your hand. you willingly give it to him and watch as he tenderly intertwines your fingers together.
“you might get a cold if we stay like this.”
todoroki says nothing else so you nod in agreement. he lifts you up and you momentarily lose your balance from how long your legs were sat on the freezing ice. one of his hand grabs your waist to steady you as you feel him hold your other one tighter while your free hand takes place on his shoulder.
you send a shy laugh his way when you realize how close your bodies are with each other again. it doesn’t bother you that you feel like a damsel in front of him even when you know you’re very much capable of going toe to toe with todoroki in a fight.
“this is nice.”
you say softly, brushing away a few strands of his colored hair that’s blocking his eyes making sure to evenly split away the red from the white. you hear him chuckle and as you stare at his eyes that always manages to keep your attention, you see that unmistakable familiar emotion in them when he looks at you back.
it’s the same expression you have for him, that expression of longing and wanting to be something more than just what you have right now.
maybe you weren’t wrong about your feelings being reciprocated after all should you find yourself confessing tonight.
a/n - reupload because i couldn’t decide if i should post it or not */dives back to bed
summary : todoroki falls in love with you slowly everyday
tw/cw : todoroki x gn reader, love at first sight, todoroki falls in love with you more every single day, ways todoroki falls in love, todoroki comfort, pure pure pure fluff, the whole story is basically flashbacks, there is religious references (angel), pet names are used (love, my love, my dear, darling, baby)
a/n : first todoroki fic lets go, had to make up for the angst shinso fic LMAO
todoroki stared at the sleeping form beside him. yes, it’s was late, but he couldn’t help it. the gleaming moonlight on your skin made you look like a beautiful angel. slowly, his thoughts lead to the four ways that lead him to this moment.
Genre: Romance / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Love Triangle
Rating: 18+ Mature Content
Trigger Warnings: Depression, Mentions of Character Death, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Manipulative behavior, Sexual content, Language, use of pet name(sweetheart).
Being forced to endure life unraveling in unexpected ways, her destined path becomes the root of all her insecurities. The form in which comfort takes…may just surprise her.
Synopsis:Bakugou simply wanted to relax, but a drunk Todoroki keeps talking about how amazing you are. Idiocy ensures.
Author’s note:for@luluwiie who gave me this random idea, I had way too much fun writing this.
It had been a rough day for Bakugou. He had been running around all day, kicking villains’ asses, pestering against some random useless extra and trying to keep his cool in front of his crush and to not seem like a complete jackass (that was a long story).
So, when Todoroki had suggested to go out for a drink, a rare occurrence, Bakugou had accepted without question.
He should have known something was fishy. We were talking about Todoroki there. Todoroki inviting someone for a drink like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it was, in a way. Simply not coming from half and half.
Did I already tell you all how I love @nerdypuppytimemachine writings, ideas, characterization, everything ? Like, look, you only say “I imagine that” and here she comes with such a touching and canon Drabble, please, help, this world doesn’t deserve you and this talent
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
Shoto who knows you’re ‘it’when he sees you smiling and laughing with his mother. To see the two most important people in his life getting along so well fills him with an indescribable happiness he never knew he’d feel.
Katsuki who won’t admit that he hugs the hoodie you stole from him at night because it now smells like you and gives him reassurance.
Izuku who unconsciously grabs your hand whenever you’re near him. It doesn’t matter where he is or what he’s doing, the second you‘re next to him, his hand is automatically finding yours.
Denki who tries to keep the little doodles you drew on his hands as long as possible. Yes, he’ll get tease by Sero and Mina for being a simp. But these little drawings you made of him and you kissing are just too damn adorable to want to wash off.
Kirishima who simply knowshe can’t find better than you when he sees you asleep on him, oh so peaceful and calm, and damn, so beautiful. He’s whipped and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. He’ll scream it to the world if he has to.
Tamaki who just loves to hug you from behind. All of his worries somehow wash away the second his nose gets buried in the crook of your neck and he seriously hopes that he‘ll get to keep experiencing that for the rest of his life.
Aizawa who lets you braid his hair and pretends to be annoyed yet he refuses to take them off when he has to go to work and will snap at anyone who makes a comment about them.
Shinso who loves to sleep on your lap, especially after a long and tiring day of doing all of these hero stuff he needs to do. He instantly buries his face in your stomach and closes his eyes, before drifting into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing he’s safe in your embrace.
Dabi who wears the bracelet you made him when you first started dating every day because it gives him the reminder that he managed to find someone who loves him for who he is and always will.
Hawks who gave you one of his feathers so that you always have a part of him with you. He’s a busy man, after all, he is the number two hero. So he hopes that with this gesture, that may be small but that means so much to him, you’ll never forget that he’s here with you no matter what.
songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)
izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F
he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.
runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you
katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence
he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).
if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.
denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY
he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.
right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”
eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners
ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.
a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics
hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$
he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.
alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino
shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin
idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)
also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.
neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost
if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it
alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.
hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex
this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me
compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.
A/N: this is my secret santa for the bnharem server! i was able to write for the lovely @burnedbyshoto! they had some great ideas and i took one and ran with it. hope you enjoy <3
SYNOPSIS: Christmas is supposed to be a magical time of the year but for some, it turns into disaster.
“shit.”
that was the only word you could repeat in your head over and over again as you slunk through the streets in the shadows, careful to keep your com snug in your ear so you could be prepared to jump in where it was needed. a huge heist broke out in one of the busiest parts of the city on Christmas Eve no less. while many families spent their time with their loved ones, baking cookies, listening to cheerful Christmas music, dancing in the multicolored glow of tree lights, you were banged up and bruised and not in a fun way.
the coms crackled and you struggled to listen, slowing your breathing and pressing the slim tech piece close to your ear. in your deep focus, you didn’t realize that the voice in your ear was warning you to move out of your position immediately and once you finally did, it was too late.
a searing blast hit you from the left, slamming you into the concrete wall and knocking the breath out of you. your ears rang as they struggled to focus on what had just happened and your eyes blinked harshly against the smoke. coughing, you slowly began to sit up, attempting to stop your head from spinning, teeth clenched as you covered your mouth to filter out the dust in the air. you had barely just regained enough strength to get up when a hand reached out to steady you, pulling you up by the armpits and straight into their arms.
“Sho-?” you questioned, finally piecing together who was holding you in a death grip against them.
“are you alright?” he finally asked, pulling you back by your shoulders to look your face over. when his eyes flickered over your state with a grimace, you knew you probably weren’t okay.
“i’ll be fine. just got the wind knocked out of me. give me a few more moments and we can head back into the thick of it.”
“you’re not heading anywhere except out of here,” he said decisively, picking you up like you were nothing and heading out of the debris quickly, eyes peeled for any potential villains still around.
you had almost just made it when he quickly dropped you back onto your feet, your hands flailing to catch ahold of his shoulders before you fell. he didn’t need to tell you to stay close. you two knew how to work together in even the worst of situations, a well-oiled machine after years of saving each other’s lives and tonight was no different.
“i’ll be fine. let’s just kick some ass and get out of here,” you reassured before spinning around and planting your feet, your back pressed against his as you watched seven assailants circle you with hungry, predatory eyes.
Shouto made the first move, sending a sheet of ice towards the weakest looking link, trapping him effectively before he even had a chance to register what was going on. the other six looked on with weary curiosity before they all charged at once.
you immediately took hold of the ice that Shouto left behind, liquifying it to whip one assailant against a wall, knocking him out cold and drenching him in freezing water. unfortunately, it seemed as if the other five actually knew how to work together as a team, moving in close so that you were at the disadvantage.
while Shouto attempted to keep most of them from moving in by using both his fire and ice, you began picking them off. the first one to slip past had little control over his quirk. he sent strange objects flying towards you but you were able to trap them in your water, hearing a satisfying thud as you whipped one back towards his head. he dropped to the ground, dead weight to his teammates now, and you turned around to find that Shouto had trapped another goon in his ice.
just three more to go.
the next one came at you so fast you didn’t have time to use your quirk. instead, as charged you with unbridled rage, you dodged, sending your fist straight up into his gut, hearing him choke and splutter behind you. his own fist came back to whip you across the head, sending shooting pain up your skull, but you just turned around to grab his shoulder with your right hand, spinning him towards you and sending your left fist flying into his face. your knee came to his stomach once more and with a thud, you headbutted him, watching as he reeled back, clutching his head. you then used the water that had gathered on the ground to slam him against the wall.
when you were able to catch your breath, you looked up to see Shouto, exhausted but alive as the last two assailants laid on the ground beneath his feet. your relief was cut short, however, when an eighth person slipped out from the shadows, striding quickly up to your lover. he quickly sent a burst of ice towards the final villain but it crumbled midair, shattered pieces scattering the ground. the man was upon Shouto before either of you could even comprehend and with one quick grasp, the villain had the battered Todoroki shrieking in pain, clutching his head and falling to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.
your own blood was pounding as you rushed the villain, not giving a second thought to what would happen to you. all you saw was the one man you loved more than anything in this world dying and you would do anything to save him. the assailant dropped Todoroki’s head and rushed towards you, dodging your fist and water whip with practiced ease, grabbing onto your head.
suddenly, you could understand why your partner was screaming so loudly. the pain was unbearable, like hot white lava coursing through your veins. immediately, you began choking on your own blood, coughing it up and trying to breathe in between spurts. you wanted to give up, to do anything to get rid of this pain that was tearing you from the inside but then you saw Shouto, crawling towards you with determination in his face, refusing to give up because he couldn’t lose you, not yet, not ever.
with his tear streaked cheeks in your vision, you managed to calm your brain enough to retaliate. you didn’t want to do this, didn’t like killing, but you would for him, would do anything to keep him alive, even at the cost of your humanity. with one shaky yet undaunted hand, you clasped the criminal’s arm, squeezing tightly. you could feel the blood pulsing underneath his skin, could feel how the veins connected throughout his body, and with your own head threatening to burst, you screamed, rupturing the blood vessels and veins in his head, his neck, anywhere you could think of. you didn’t care how he died, you just wanted to be safe, for Shouto to be safe, to selfishly live another day at the cost of someone else.
when the villain dropped to his knees, his hand released from your head and you could instantly breathe again. blood still trickled from your nose, ears and mouth but you could begin regaining some semblance of normalcy again. a warm hand grabbed your own and you flinched, relaxing once you realized Shouto had managed to stumble his way towards you. tears began spilling out of your eyes before you could stop yourself, hugging onto your lover like your life depended on it, which, in this moment, it almost did.
“i thought i lost you,” you sobbed into his chest, clutching onto him tight, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with ash and blood. “i thought you were going to die. i didn’t care what needed to be done, i had to save you, i had to make sure you were okay.”
“i was the one who should’ve protected you. i should’ve been more aware, alert, ready to attack. they shouldn’t have been able to lay a hand on you but they did and i’m so sorry,” Shouto whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth in a vain attempt to soothe you.
your hand reached out to shakily touch his face, tracing his scar like you always did when admiring him, brushing away dirt and barely dry blood. you had truly thought that you were both going to die and that there was nothing that could be done. in that moment, nothing mattered to you except showing Shouto how much you loved him and how he alone gave you the strength to fight.
“merry fucking christmas to us,” you laughed bitterly before pressing your lips to his forehead. “i know this is not how we were planning on spending our christmas eve but i don’t want our plans to get ruined just because of what happened tonight.”
with a confused and dazed look on his face, you brought your lips to his, tongue slipping in to gently massage his gums, tasting the blood in your mouth mixing with his. maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight, maybe it was the desperation to show him how much you loved him, maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend was so pretty, but you couldn’t help but want to fuck him senseless.
your hands came to rest on his chest, pushing him down against the cold ground, peppering his face with kisses, down to his neck, resting on his pulse point. you felt his throat bob, felt the blood rushing through his veins, felt how hard he got underneath you. the loss of blood mixed with adrenaline left you feeling like you were going to pass out from ecstasy and things hadn’t even started. with one last nip to his neck, you worked your way down his body, pinching anywhere you could reach, taking little time to admire his body as you practically ripped his pants off.
“what are you-?” he questioned, immediately hissing as your warm mouth met the tip of his cock.
“i can’t live another second without you,” you answered honestly, eyes trained on his face as you began licking stripes up his shaft.
Shouto didn’t know what to think or do but his own mind was hazy from the blood loss and intensity of the situation. you two had almost just died, lost everything you worked towards in mere seconds, all because of his inability to protect you. that thought had him nearly crying in anger but he held it back, relishing in the feeling of you here, safe, with him. he vowed to do better, starting now.
your mouth had only been working on his cock for a couple minutes before his hand tangled itself into your hair, pulling you from him. you whined, confused and hurt, wanting to show him how much you loved him before looking into his eyes and realizing what was happening. there was so much guilt, so much anger, so much desire that you didn’t think you could look for another second.
he surged upon you with a jolt, his other hand finding purchase on your back as he began to feverishly kiss you, pulling you impossibly close to him, teeth gnashing. you were on your back in seconds, his hungry lips never leaving your body. he licked the sweat and blood that pooled down your neck, loving the way you tasted, like there was no sweeter nectar than you. he had to show you how sorry he was and how dedicated he could be, how attentive he would be, how he would never let himself live this down. you felt his frustration in every nip to your skin, every bruise he left on your body, every pinch and grasp of his hands. he was ruthless, relentless, mixing blood with saliva, coating you in dirt, soaking you to the bone.
your pants were shoved down your legs harshly, scraping against the cold ground. you shivered at the feeling of it but gasped when his spit landed on your pussy. the contrast had your back arching, a rough palm coming down on your abdomen to hold you in place. he parted your folds with cold fingers, rubbing the warm spit into your hole, fingers squelching as it mixed with your arousal and blood. he spit on his own cock, not wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. he needed to be with you, be as close to you as possible, remind you how much he loved you and how he would be there for you, just like you wanted to do to him.
his cock stretched you to the brim as it always did, but he slipped in with ease, the mix of liquids allowing him to thrust into you mercilessly. you weren’t sure what came over him or yourself even but all you knew in that moment was that you needed to be with him to the fullest extent possible.
his pace was rough, hips snapping into your own, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close as possible, lips melding together, breathing in each other’s breath, hands tangled in each other’s bodies. there was no rhyme or reason, no soft nothings whispered in ears, tender looks or soft kisses. this was to simply prove that you were both alive, both here on this earth, both there for one another in every way possible.
your legs shook, vision blurred, breath quick and labored as you approached your orgasm. Shouto was chasing his own, obsessed by your whines and moans, the solid feeling of you underneath him. he didn’t care about anything except this moment, the here and now. he would never take another moment with you for granted.
with one last rough snap of his hips, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, you came with a cry. your gummy walls sucking him in allowed him to finish only seconds after you, his own moans finally ringing out as the adrenaline reached its peak. he collapsed on you, eyes fluttering closed and breaths shallow and you passed out right after him, letting your vision get hazy until your mind went black.
it could’ve been minutes or years before you two woke back up but the dark sky told you that you weren’t asleep for long. Shouto had already slipped out of you, clumsily pulling his pants back up before helping you, wincing as he saw all the damage to your body: some his, some the villains.
“i love you,” was all he said, pressing a kiss to your still throbbing temple before you two began shuffling out of the mess.
it took all of ten minutes to find a rescue squad and by the looks on their faces, you two were in bad shape. they attempted to help you but you two refused to part sides, not wanting to be away from each other for even a moment. the intensity of it all was wearing out and in its wake left exhaustion and pain but even as you two stumbled and struggled to get back to the medical staff, you never stopped holding onto each other. it was only when you could finally sit down and get looked at that you stepped away, fingers lingering on one another before you separated.
“hey Sho?” you called out before he left, his eyes turning to you, a tilt of his head showing that he was listening. “Merry Christmas,” you said with a cheesy salute, turning around to head to the medical tent.
it was only when you sat down and looked at your pants that you saw creamy white streaks of cum settling into the fabric. with a chuckle, you halfheartedly tried to wipe it away before shrugging, muttering to yourself about having a white Christmas after all.
Welcome to the Candy Hearts Club where the candies are sweet and the boys are sweeter! Here you will find seven works inspired by the sayings on candy hearts, all leading up to the loveliest of all days, Valentine’s Day! Be on the lookout for when they appear and let me know if you’d like to be tagged to be notified when they get posted! Like a box of chocolates, there will be something for everyone to pick and choose from - and if not - you can always leave a little note asking for another! Stay sweet!
Everything he does is just so sweet. Whether it’s holding your hand on the way back to Heights Alliance or leaving you flowers. You notice a little something that’s missing - that passion to melt your heart.
Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
Shoto Todoroki is all cool and collected until you come into the picture. Now his stomach flips when you give him a smile and he feels his cheeks flush when you give him a high five after training. It’s official - he’s got the bug.
The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
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A/N: Hi! Hello! Bonjour! Here is the eleventh chapter of I Burn For You which means… THERE’S ONLY ONE MORE LEFT AFTER THIS!!!!! This wild ride of writing this fic has been one that has spanned years, and a lot of breaks, and I absolutely couldn’t have done this without the support of everyone who has shown love to this story. As my first multi-chapter is coming to a close, it is so bittersweet to see it end, but exciting to wrap up a story that I’ve loved writing. I hope you all love this chapter, and am looking forward to posting the last chapter soon. ENJOY!!!!!!
The bouquet in your shaking hands proved to be a necessity as your heartbeat was most definitely above normal and your stomach was flipping. The tiny room that you were waiting in held nothing to distract you from the biggest day of your life. No paintings of note, nothing to needlepoint, and no pianoforte. Usually, it is tradition for the bride to be accompanied by her mother until the ceremony begins and the father walks her down the aisle. You knew you wouldn’t have her here beside you, but your mother’s absence struck you so horribly in this moment you did not know what to do. Instead, you chose to pick at the stems and leaves of the flowers - leaving the petals alone - to try and calm yourself. It did nothing. A knock at the door broke you out of your cloud of worry and had you racing towards it. Was it already time? You didn’t hear the lulling sounds of harps, so did something happen?
“It’s me, Y/N.” Your brother’s voice sent a sigh of relief, and of slight panic, through you.
“Is everything okay? Why are you here?” You ask, a thick coating of worry laced amongst your words.
“Oh! No, nothing’s wrong, I promise. Your ceremony will start soon.”
“How soon?” You ask, beginning to pace in small turns so that you stay within Izuku’s earshot. “Can they speed it up? I feel like I am going to go mad in here all by myself.” You fret.
“I might have something that may help.” A folded envelope with a wax seal is slipped beneath the crack of the door. You immediately scoop it up into your hands to flip it over, and your breath hitches when you see the handwriting.
“I’ll leave you to read it by yourself… even though I can’t really see it. If you need me, just give a shout.” You hear Izuku’s footsteps fade as you presume he walks down the hallway, but your eyes never leave your name written so elegantly upon the envelope. Your name written in your mother’s handwriting. You break the seal carefully and slide the letter out. You can’t help but smile.
My dearest Y/N,
Oh my darling, how I wish and pray for you never to have to read this letter, but to instead hear these words from my own lips. Though, I fear that will not be possible as I grow weaker with every passing day. It leaves me heartbroken that I will never see you through your first season, your first ball, your first round of suitors. I know that your father will do everything in his power to give you and Izuku the lives we have both always wanted for you - lives of happiness and joy. As I am writing this, I can see that joy on your face as you plink away at the keys of my beloved pianoforte. I just know you will inherit my love for the instrument. You are but a mere six years old, your brother only one year your senior, but I know the day of your wedding will come. I am so sorry, my darling, that no one will be in that room waiting with you. I know, though, that you will be the most beautiful, blushing bride ever to walk the earth. My sweet little Y/N, with your Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes - you hold such love in your heart that will be cherished by whoever has charmed it. I know you will settle for nothing but the truest form of love, and I am so happy and excited for you when you find that person that makes the world stop when you meet their eyes. My eyes are growing weary, so I am afraid that my words must end here, my darling. I love you, my daughter, with every breath in my body. - Inko Yagi
You’re smiling such a wide smile and little tears are rolling down your cheeks. You fold the letter back up carefully, tuck it into that envelope, and hold it to your heart. Finally, you breathe that sigh of relief. Your mother knew you would be okay, she knew that you would make it to this day with no regrets. So, when the harp starts to strum the beginning notes of a wedding melody, you wipe away the tears on your cheeks, recheck the rouge on them, and open the door to where your father was waiting - his arm reading to take yours and a watery look in his eyes.
The walk down the hallway was quiet, but a comfortable kind. The long train of your dress and veil flitted behind you like the wings of a butterfly and the sound of your shoes tapping down on the hardwood floor made for a steady rhythm. And then, you finally made it to the arch of the main room. When you turn the corner, you will see the Duke of Endeavor and his family; Lady Fuyumi and Lord Natsuo, accompanied by his princess. You will see your brother, the upcoming Viscount Yagi with his upcoming viscountess, Lady Ochaco. And then you will see Shoto. With a deep breath and a shared look with your father, the two of you make the turn and you see your husband to be - dressed sharply in a black wedding coat, a little flower pinned delicately by his heart, and the widest of smiles adorning his face.
Laughter and merriment surround you and your own giggling falls easily from your lips as your husband spins you around in circles as the end of an upbeat song comes to its close. He weaves an arm around your waist and brings you closer to him, kissing you gently as your guests clap and cheer. It has only been three hours since the two of you said ‘I do’, but you feel as if you’ve been married for a lifetime, feeling so comfortable with everyone calling you husband and wife. You were sad that the final moment of the evening was coming, but the start of the rest of your lives were beginning. Everything of yours had already been packed up and sent to the Duke of Endeavor’s country estate, every trinket and treasure, dress and ribbon, gem and jewelry were packed carefully in crinkle paper and transported from your home in the center of Musutafu to the serene countryside where it would be just you and Shoto. All that was left to leave… was you. As guests started to trickle out from the main ballroom, wishing you and your husband the happiest of lives and marriages, the only people who lingered and remained were your father, Izuku and Ochaco, Fuyumi, and the Duke.
“I’m afraid we must be heading home, sister.” Izuku says, Ochaco on his arm smiling and teary-eyed.
“Oh, Y/N, we must meet up and get together soon! After your honeymoon is over, of course.” Ochaco said with a wink, embracing you quickly, and letting Izuku do the same.
“We love the both of you dearly, and cannot wait to see the both of you again. All of our love.” Your brother says, earning a playful slap on the shoulder from you and a tearstained goodbye.
“As the other remaining sibling here, I will bid you my goodbye as well.” Fuyumi says, grace evident in every step forward. “If either of you need anything, I am but a mere letter away.” She says sweetly, embracing the both of you.
“Thank you, sister.” Shoto says gracefully, his arm still around your waist. Finally, both of your fathers walk up to you at the same time.
“My dear Y/N, I cannot begin to think of life at home without both you and Izuku gracing its halls. I know, though, that your life will be subject to so much happiness moving forward, I cannot bear to keep you from it. My dearest, the best days of your life await.” With a final kiss on your forehead and a handshake with Shoto, your father leaves an event for the first time by himself. And, finally, the Duke.
“Shoto. Y/N. Though my actions have led you to believe otherwise, I am very pleased by your betrothal and love for one another.” The both of you nod, yours more deeply and respectfully than Shoto’s. “I have decided to make a big decision.” Both of your gazes snap up to meet the Duke’s. “By this year’s end, in seven months’ time, I will be officially passing on my title to you, Shoto.” The stunned look on both yours and Shoto’s faces were almost identical.
“You mean to say, Father, that I will be…?” For the first time, you hear the large man in front of you chuckle.
“Yes, Shoto. By next year you will hold the title of Duke. And, of course, you Y/N, will hold the title of Duchess.” You knew that by marrying Shoto, you would hold that honorable title one day, but you never thought it would be so soon.
“Father, you are sure of this decision?”
“Yes, Shoto, very much so. In fact, your love and devotion for Y/N inspired me to make this decision. Your mother… She has been alone and healing by herself for quite a long time… too much time, in solitude. It’s time I take care of her the way she took care of me, and for you,” he says, motioning to Shoto, “all of those years ago.” Nothing more is said on the matter, and so you curtsy one last time the Duke, before he takes his leave. Left in shock but with your hand in his, you turn to your husband. Just a little ways away stands the footmen, waiting to open the door into the carriage that will drive the both of you home. Home.
“Are you ready, my love?” Shoto asks you, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze back, and without missing a beat, you respond.
“With you? Forever and always, Shoto. Where you are, you shall find me there as well. The Duke and I.” You beam, letting Shoto envelop you in a searing kiss.
“And I am with you, endlessly. The Duchess and I.” Hand in hand, your heads tilted towards each other, you and Shoto descend the stairs and enter your awaiting carriage and travel home underneath the billows of stars and constellations, leading you to the next chapter of your story with the love of your life.
A/N: Wowie this chapter took longer to write than I thought - I’m so sorry it’s a week late! But, it’s one that I’m really happy with and I hope you all like. I haven’t written a chapter within this series in a while, so if anyone’s new, let me explain the premise! This story is set in a regency era time period with heavy influence by the show Bridgerton (yes I binge-watched the entirety of season 2, yes I thoroughly enjoyed it) so my writing and the dialogue is a bit more… elegant society-like. Above this note is the entire series masterlist, so if you’re interested, be sure to check it out! It’s a Shoto Todoroki x Reader multi-chapter fanfiction that is nearing its end (i.e. one more full chapter and an epilogue! It’s almost over). So sorry for this lengthy authors note, but I hope you all enjoy!!
“Y-Your Grace, it’s an honor,” You manage to say, your voice wavering as you dip into a deep curtsy. The Duke of Endeavor doesn’t pay you a second glance, instead turning towards his daughter.
“Fuyumi, I do not recall you asking for permission to have a guest over this afternoon.” It’s a miracle that your head was tilted so far to the ground in your curtsy, or else the Duke would have seen the shock written all over your face. Permission? You think, trying to quickly wipe the expression off of your face.
“Please excuse my lack of judgment, Father. It was a spur of the moment invitation when I saw her and her maid out and around the shops this afternoon.” Fuyumi explained, her voice steady and even. You finally peer up to get another look at the Duke and a cold shiver goes down your spine. He was looking at you with such apathy and distaste, it made you feel just so… unsure about yourself.
“Fine. Be on your way, and do not bother me. I have work to attend to.” He says, fire laced in his tone. He strides past both you and Fuyumi, leaving behind an air of unease. Just by turning your head the slightest way right, you could see Fuyumi’s expression crumble.
“Actually, Your Grace, I was just about to take my leave. My maid and I must get ready and prepare some things for the upcoming ball tomorrow night.” You say more confidently this time, giving the overbearing Duke one last curtsy. “I thank you for your hospitality.” The Duke simply harrumphs and waves you away as you, with Mei in toe with several boxes in her arms, walk gracefully out of the door. You give Fuyumi one last smile before the door swings shut. Taking a deep breath and keeping your eyes trained on the carriage waiting down the waterfall of steps that led up to the Endeavor Estate, your brows knitted.
“Never in my life has someone acted so harshly or rude to another person of nobility, especially towards a Lady.” Mei hisses, her seemingly more upset about what had just transpired than you.
“There’s no need to worry Mei.” You say steadily, finally reaching the last step and taking the gloved hand offered to you by your footman.
“Please tell me you won’t stand for it!” Mei begs, handing all the boxes to a butler who almost collapses under the weight of it all.
“I could never say anything to him, me being of a lesser rank than his Grace.” You remark, settling in the seat of the carriage with Mei opposite to you. “But that does not mean I cannot prove him wrong about his perceptions of me.”
The ball was one of the most special of the season, titled as “La Dance Des Fleurs”. Of course, this ball had a most strict theme - every lady and gentleman were to have a flower motif to their dresses and suits, so as to embrace the ball’s name to its highest extent. Your gown was absolutely breathtaking. Midnight blue in color that fades into a lavender purple at the bottom, covered in embroidered and carefully crafted pansies, the dress brought out all the best features. Deep sapphires hung on your ears as well and a necklace of the same stone, along with some diamonds, was laid across your neck. Your hair was dolled up with little braids and curls, pansies and pearls studded amongst your locks. And, finally, as a centerpiece - the most beautiful of tiaras. It was one that belonged to your mother but held timeless beauty.
“My word, dearest, you look like your mother.” Turning around to find your father, now more steady on his feet than in previous weeks, had tears misting in his eyes.
“Oh, Father.” You say, taking his arm and giving it a squeeze. “I’m glad you are feeling so well. Well enough to go to a ball, even.”
“Well it is a tradition, of course, to attend this particular ball. You know why well enough.” He says, a wistful tone in his words. Of course you knew why. La Dance Des Fleurs was the ball where your father formally proposed to your mother. In private, of course, out in the gardens. It was a story you begged your mother to tell over and over again when you were curled up in your canopy bed, hugging the stuffed dog to your chest and your eyes full of stars. Everything about your parents’ love story entranced you.
“I am so excited to attend formally.” You say, a slight squeal in your voice.
“Then let us get you there, my dear. I’m sure your brother and Ochaco will be there, along with the Duke’s son. The Duke himself should be in attendance this evening as well.” Your father says, the last bit said with a twinge more indifference than you have heard him use normally. You decide not to touch on it, though, and hop in the carriage.
Flowers seemed to drip and melt and waterfall from every inch of the gorgeous venue, filling the room with a decadent aroma and a pleasing kaleidoscope of color. You take a deep breath as all eyes fall on you, and advance towards the center of the ballroom. For there, waiting for you in a beautiful snow-white suit, patterned delicately with daisies, baby’s breath, and queen anne’s lace was Shoto Todoroki. His eyes were on you and his mouth slightly ajar. You give him a sweet smile and stride politely up to him. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you know what he wants to say. So you give him a line to hook his gills on.
“Mei outdid herself this time, don’t you think?” Shoto swallowed and nodded, then cleared his throat.
“She, uh, she certainly did. May I have your first dance?” You grin and nod, not before kissing your father on the cheek, and then let him lead you to the dance floor. It’s a nice upbeat melody, prompting faster movements. He twirls you here, dips you there, and you are having the best time of your life. And then the song ends, and with it, comes the appearance of the Duke of Endeavor. You look to see Shoto’s reaction, but it’s focused on his father. “Come with me, just for a moment.” He says, tugging you with his arm looped through yours to the tall, looming Duke. You curtsy to the man, and he gives you a nod, but nothing else.
“Well, Shoto? What is it you brought her here to say to me?” You see the effect his words have on Shoto, like a perpetual thorn in his side.
“I have come to formally introduce the two of you. Father, this is Lady Y/N Yagi, daughter of the Viscount Yagi. And Y/N,” with you he takes a softer tone of voice, “this is my father, the Duke of Endeavor, Enji Todoroki.” You give him a polite, but confident, smile. The smile that told him you belonged exactly where you were, right by his son’s side.
“Good evening, Lady Yagi.” He says stiffly, like it was more of a job than a pleasure to meet a new acquaintance.
“And Father, as to the matter we discussed this afternoon.” Shoto’s eyes were narrowed but also gave off another emotion - one of pleading. For a moment, the Duke let his strict and hard facade fade just the slightest.
“Your mother and I met at this ball.” He remarks, looking around at all the flowers and decorations. “And yours got engaged, did they not?” Your lips quirk up, interested in how he knew this factoid about your father and late mother.
“Indeed, Your Grace. I implored my mother to tell it so many times when I was a child, I’m sure I could recite it.” The Duke gives you a nod and then reaches into his coat pocket, shoving something into Shoto’s hand. He turns back to you.
“Miss Yagi, I must formally apologize for my stiff and cold behavior.” Your eyes widened so much you were sure that they would pop right out of your skull. “It is not easy work, being a duke, not easy at all. With that, I shall leave you be.” You give him a curtsy before he weaves his way around pillars adorned with garlands of greenery, straight towards Fuyumi and who you presumed to be Shoto’s older brother, Natsuo. Through several of your talks with the red-and-white haired man, you have learned of his engagement to the princess of a neighboring kingdom.
“That was certainly something, wasn’t it? He’s never addressed me so… politely before.” You confess, a dazed smile on your face. Shoto shares your expression.
“Probably due to the fact that I had a stern talking to with him.” Shoto states, earning a dropped jaw from you.
“Shoto tell me you did not.” You gasp, immediately taking the arm that Shoto offers to you.
“Of course I did,” He says, like it’s no big deal. “Because my eldest brother has passed, Fuyumi is a woman, and my brother is engaged to a princess, his line of dukedom goes straight to me. All I had to do was bring up the simple matter that, if I wanted to, I could reject the title all together and his legacy would be in ruin.” You shake your head in disbelief, functioning on auto-pilot as he leads you to the private gardens. Along the way, of course, you didn’t notice the affirming nods Shoto was giving to your brother and Ochaco, who was beaming and almost bouncing in place, as well as your father.
“You threatened to give up your title, your entire family’s dukedom, because he did not wish to give me the time of day?” You wonder, settling into a stationary stance as Shoto walks to be directly in front of you.
“I threatened to give up my title because he could not see what I saw in you. You, my dearest, sweetest Y/N, are clever and smart and accomplished.” Tears start to well in your eyes at this confession. “You are not only the diamond, but the kindest person I know. You are the person to forgive a man for doing something so foolish, and love him anyway.” You let out a laugh but it’s thick with emotion. “The moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. The way you carried yourself with such respect and love, I almost couldn’t believe you were real. And when I had lost you for those painstaking months… it took everything in me to not pull my hair from its roots and wallow in despair. Through all of this, through our ups and downs and in betweens, I have discovered I am absolutely head over heels for you. I burn for you.” Tears continue to stream down your face and onto the beautifully crafted flowers on your dress. “I have received permission from both of our fathers and our brothers,” he says, while reaching into his pocket and producing a little box. “Y/N, my love, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” The box flips open to reveal the most perfect ring you have ever seen. With six little pearls forming the shape of a flower, a flawless diamond in the middle, and little specks of emerald surrounding it, it was utterly beautiful. Your hands go to your heart to make sure it was, in fact, still working before you all but tore the silk gloves off.
“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes!” You exclaim, letting him slip the ring onto your fingers, and pulling him towards you. In a shared breath, you let your lips fall upon his, and it’s heaven. Far away, inside the grand ballroom, you could hear the clinks of wine glasses and clacks of ball shoes and small talk. But out here, in the gardens, it was just the two of you. The son of a duke and the daughter of a viscount. A man and a woman in love. Two hearts, beating as one, with the entirety of your lives in front of you.
WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff at the End, Small Amounts of Swearing, Academic Burnout :(
A/N: I’m back with some ANGST. In late February, as I’m sure many others are feeling right now, the feeling of academic burnout is REALLL. February and March, I feel, are always the month where it seems like one day of school lasts an entire year. So, I decided to try writing that into a fic with Shoto there to help the reader through it, and I ended up really liking it. The tone is a much somber one than I’m used to writing, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I completely understand - feel free to check out the works on the masterlist that are completely fluffy goodness with Shoto! I hope you all enjoy, and we should be back to our regularly scheduled fluff soon after this! As always, requests are open <3.
Word Count: 2.3K
Winter is bleak. The trees are barren, the air hangs in the atmosphere with a dominating presence, and the nights come too quickly. Even when it is daytime, the sun barely manages to peek its head out from behind the ever present sullen clouds. It’s gloomy. And, with the lack of warmth went all of your motivation for school work.
It was a stereotypical saying from a student. “I have no motivation.” “I procrastinate way too much.” “I don’t want to do this anymore.” But, in the end, all of their work gets turned in by the due date and they receive little to no red pen marks on their papers - sometimes they even get a little gold star sticker on the top left corner. No one actually loses their motivation - they just get bored of it for an hour and complain. Which, of course, they had a right to complain. School was tough for everyone, no matter what they said or what outward appearance they might give. You were almost similar in this respect. Almost, being the key word of that sentence.
Your desk was at an upward angle, so whenever you flicked your pencil up towards the top, it would roll back down into the palm of your hand, like it was an incredibly well-trained dog. On command, loyal - it would always come back to you. The multiple pages of notebook paper in front of you, however, were not as forgiving as your writing utensil. Sure, there were words written all over it - in fact, they were well-strung and formed beautiful sentences, arguing the point that your prompt had asked of you. Present Mic was not one to typically assign hand-written essays, but this was one that he thought would be best displayed on a graphite-scribbled piece of paper. You have gotten glowing peer reviews and edits from your teachers, so there should be nothing holding you back from submitting it. Nothing, except that thought that hung in your mind - what if it wasn’t good enough? You knew it was good, you had too, so why was there that mental block? Maybe it was because you have been stuck inside your dorm room for hours upon end. Perhaps the ongoing cramp in your lower back? You move your head to glance at the window, finding white specks falling from the skies. It was probably the weather.
You longed for spring - for the time you could wear shorts and a t-shirt, or tank top, or whatever you wanted and be comfortable with the sun hitting your face. You wanted to be able to walk on the grass barefoot and not cringe when it would hit a spiky dead patch. Everything would be lush and green and delightful. You let your head fall over the back of your chair, your neck bracing it. Your hands moved to rub your eyes and then rest on your face, tired, bored, done. You were left there, wanting change. And like some sort of angel had heard your begging, you registered a soft knock followed by the opening of a door.
“Everything okay?” His soft tone of voice felt enough like a warm, May breeze that a smile wedged itself between your lips. You let your hands fall away from your cheeks and turn to look at the speaker.
“No.” You answered truthfully, drawing your legs up onto your chair and letting your chin rest on the shared space your knees created. Sympathy flickered in his turquoise and gray eyes as he walked towards you, kneeling down in front of you and holding both of your hands in both of his. His thumbs brush over the tops of your pencil-marked hands, but he kisses the tips of your fingers anyways. You hoped that no graphite would transfer onto the pretty light pink of his lips.
“It’s the essay?” He queries, moving now to press light kisses to the patches of skin where his thumbs had brushed.
“Mmm,” you hum in affirmation, giving him a sad smile. He notes how your dimples weren’t present in your cheeks, a tell-tale sign that you were really having some trouble, and he stood up.
“Do you want me to look over it again? I don’t think I’ll find anything new to edit, but I can always give you some suggestions so that you feel like it’s a little bit different.” He offers. Shoto has always been like this. So genuine, so loving. He does everything in his power to make you feel comforted. However, this time, it’s just not working.
“No. Thank you, though.” You brush some of the flyways that were sticking up in all different directions off and away from your face. As you are doing so, Shoto takes the time to look around your room. Crumpled up napkins and takeout containers were dotting your dresser and your bed was not made. Your hamper was full, clothes overflowing and in need of a wash. And you - still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.
“How about we go for a walk outside.” He suggests, grabbing your hand to stand up. You do so, a bit begrudgingly, but take a step back towards your bed.
“I dunno, I still have a lot to do here - my room’s a mess and that essay’s still not done.” You protest, fully knowing that if you take a step out of your dorm, you are probably going to break down crying in front of him. It was not because you were sad or unhappy with anything in your life at the moment - in fact, your friendships and relationships and training has never been going better. If anyone were to look at you on any given day, they would say you were thriving. But, deep down, you felt academically burnt out.
“And you can get back to those things after we go outside for a bit, I’ll help you with the cleaning and with your essay. Just, please. Okay?” Shoto asks, clearly not taking your pitiful excuses as law. Finally, you relent.
“Okay. Let me get my coat.”
The crunching beneath your foot as a result of the snow touches your eardrums in the best way, the quick and defining sound music to your ears. Your mittened hand was in Shoto’s gloved one and the coat wrapped around you provided you with warmth. Even though you were outside as the snow fell, you felt… claustrophobic.
“I think we should go out to dinner. To celebrate turning in the essays, maybe this Saturday?” Your smile reaches your eyes a bit more this time.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” The weeping willow tree branches that framed the greenspace looked like spindly spider legs instead of blossoming ribbons. The pond was frozen over instead of being dotted with lily pads and the sounds of croaking frogs. The flowers that had been planted by the staff were shriveled up and dead due to a late frost. All of those things bummed you out. Instantly, Shoto saw the sudden change in your expression.
“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong. I know sometimes you get in a rut, but usually it’s for about a day or even less, and then you’re back. I’m not saying it’s wrong or unnatural to feel like this, believe me I know what it’s like to experience a prolonged period of…” he tries to find the right word, “…melancholy, but it’s not like you. You get excited when snowflakes stick to the windows and you can see the designs, you cheer and jump up and down when you craft the perfect sentence in school assignments… I’m just, I’m worried for you, love.”
“Melancholy.” You say. “What a beautiful word for such a numbing feeling.” You shake your head, like there’s something dancing on the top of your hair, and face him. “I’m just so tired of churning assignment after assignment out of my mind. I feel like there’s never a break, never a moment to pause and enjoy what I just submitted. It’s like I have food poisoning and there’s nothing that can stop me from spitting up thesis statements and metaphors and persuasive arguments. And maybe it’s because I linger on them for so long - that I get caught up in the essay and can’t get past it. And for this essay to be the one that makes me feel like this?” You throw your hands up in the air, exasperated. “For god’s sake, it’s about Hero History!! I’m great at Hero History!! I could write a book on Hero History!!” Finally, you’re left huffing and sweating from your outburst, your hands balled into fists and your body facing Shoto’s. Finally, you feel the confining shell start to crack, to bend and break.
“Take your jacket off.” Shoto says, earning a confused visage to spread across your face.
“What? Are you serious? It’s snowing right now.” He nods as he pulls his own one off, followed by his gloves. Warily, you follow suit - slipping your arms out from the sleeves and throwing your gloves onto the ground. You only look back to him in time to find him running at you, almost full speed.
“AHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” You shout out, trying to back up. But, you’re not fast or prepared enough to outrun your determined boyfriend. “OOOF!” You exclaim as Shoto wraps his arms around you and tackles you into the snow. You gasp as the snowdrift spills down the back of your shirt, shocking your body from the fast switch between the swaddled warmth of a jacket to the bone-chilling feeling of snow pressing against your skin. You could go on and on about how a spring day and running through a sprinkler would be a far superior feeling… but damn, right now, you feel alive. You don’t feel static - you’re kinetic energy - zipping around from one molecule to the next. You don’t care about your essay, you don’t feel like melting back into your room like a hermit crab into its shell. And you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard you start crying, and then those tears meld into real ones as you sob into Shoto’s shirt, no doubt getting tears and probably snot from your nose all over it.
Your boyfriend, though, couldn’t care less about the quality of his shirt. He held you against his chest, sitting up with you a bit and rocking you slowly against him. Occasionally, he pressed his cold lips against your forehead and stroked your hair behind your ear, he held you and let you weep until no more tears squeaked out of your eyes.
“Thank you,” you say, sniffling and finally looking up at him through your glassy gaze. And while Shoto has always been beautiful, he looks breathtaking here. His snow white and fiery red hair serve as a stark and vibrant hue against the snow-gray sky and his eyes are adorned by snowflake-caked lashes. His smile was caring and the tips of his nose and ears turned red with chill. He loves you so, so much.
“There you are,” he says so tenderly, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A wobbly but happy smile graces your face for the first time in a couple of days. “We should probably get inside - I don’t want you to get a cold. We can get some hot chocolate, watch a movie, and then I can take a look at that essay?” He suggests, clearly stepping warily into the cause of your sudden spiral. The gleeful nod that you give makes him breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yes to all of those things. And then I’m going to submit that essay and have Present Mic do with it what he will. It’s good - it’s great.” You say, making Shoto - and yourself - understand. You are capable of such incredible things, both small and big. You can have beautiful friendships and a talented display of fighting technique. You are a great student and a fantastic essay writer. You can love both Spring and Winter without them having to be the antagonist of the other. Yes, frost kills flowers, but it also allows them to be reborn. Without frost, one might never have been able to see what beauty the second sprout could hold.
“You’re fantastic.” He says, pressing one last searing kiss to your lips before helping you up and grabbing your jacket. He buttons his own up and then helps you zip up yours, pressing a kiss to your nose once the two of you are ready to go inside. He shivers a bit as the two of you begin your journey back.
“I’m ready for spring - are you?” He asks, wrapping his arm around you and walking in the set pace you have created - like you’re a pair of penguins huddling for warmth.
“Not just yet,” you say. “I feel like I haven’t been appreciating winter as much as I should have - haven’t given it a fair fighting chance.”
“Well, there’s nothing really bad about spring, is there?” He says. You think about it a bit.
“The pollen. Pollen sucks.” Chuckling as the two of you finally make it back inside, he looks at you.
“I love you.” He says. You know there’s probably going to be days like this in the future. They won’t be often, probably occurring sparingly throughout the year. Shoto will also have days like this. Everyone will have days like this. But you know that he will be there and your friends will be there to lift you out of that deep, dark well of water that engulfs you. And you will always be there to do the same for him. So, saying it is as easy as breathing.
After over a month of no post here we go! This is somewhat similar to THIS post. Except this time it’s more romance focused, and like most of my post the gender of the reader is not mentioned!
Bakugo sleeps between you and the door because if anyone is dumb enough to break into your house they’ll have to get through him first.
Kirishima uses the hair dye that stains his hands to draw hearts on your arm or thigh as a silent declaration of love. If your hands are stained he always places it on his chest over his heart so he can always feel like he has you with him.
Denki kisses both of your cheeks and then your lips, just because he knows that it makes you smile. If your having a bad day he peppers kisses all over your face till you giggle or at least smile.
Sero named a plant after you when you two first started dating, and if the plant seemed to be in a bad condition he’d check in on you to see how you’re doing. The plant still has a spot on a shelf in the apartment and he talks to it when you’re not there.
Mina insist on one self care day a month and one dance party a week. So once a week the two of you turn on music and dance like nobody is watching, and once a month you sit with face masks on watching movies and painting nails.
Todoroki didn’t hold your hand for the first few months that the two of you were dating and linked pinkies instead. Partially cus he was convinced he was the “hand crusher” and mainly because you make him so nervous that he was scared he’d accidentally set off his quirk
Midoriya has a collection of notebooks dedicated to you. On the outside it might seem weird or obsessive, but these are a little different than his hero books. Instead of statistics and analysis on your quirk it’s all of your favorite things and places. He writes down all of the things about you he loves or finds interesting.
Iida traces hearts and the words “I love you” on your back in the early morning hours of the day. The time right when the sun is starting to rise and he thinks your asleep. Most of the time you are but some times you aren’t and you can hear him whisper love confessions to you.
Shoji hugs you without question if you ask for one. No hesitation, not even a quirk of his brow. He waits till you pull away before he lets go so he’s always holding you for as long as you want/need.
✫ cw ;; riding, risky sex, heavy exhibitionism / voyeurism, praise, reader in a dress 18+ | wc ;; 1.1k | t. shouto x afab!reader
Todoroki has changed significantly in the time you’ve dated him.
Through many late night conversations discussing your experiences with trauma in different departments, drunken phone calls, and other more intuitive hunches - you’ve concluded that your boyfriend can be pretty inexperienced.
You find this.. ironic. Because his personality while seemingly subdued has an affectionate cattiness to it. He’s deeply dense in some areas but extremely aware in others. He couldn’t pick up your romantic clues if you hit him over the head with a brick, but he’s exceedingly good at picking apart your changes in mood until you succumb to letting him hold you.
In many ways - the inexperience from your boyfriends upbringing was in ways that didn’t seem obvious at first. There was movies he hadn’t seen. He’s never properly been to the zoo, or a museum. It was just one thing, hero work, that consumed his life to the extent that he missed on what always felt like small details.
Discovering new things about your ever loving, ever adorable, ever kind boyfriend has proved to be a highlight of your relationship. It’s always healing to see his fascination bleed back into heterochromatic eyes. His subtle expressions - a soft quirk of lips or aching cheeks. It’s quite lovely to see his excitement, his willingness to learn about all the things you don’t know.
And you know you didn’t exactly do it, but you always feel pleased with yourself when you help him discover new things. It makes your heart swell with pride when he finds something new because of you, and you always try to help experience more of the world with you.
There’s always things you’re surprised he likes. Action movie fanatic, lover of fried chicken and beer, oddly not super inept at dancing. There’s not much about your boyfriend you find yourself being able to predict. All of it has made him more susceptible to change. He’s a little different everyday, in a good way. The best way.
Sex has always been one of those things you’ve taken extra slow. He was a little less experienced then you though (give his pretty face) and so you start from scratch. Loving vanilla is the basis for most other kinky activity. Todoroki is normally very interested in simple things, though it ventures out. He likes lingerie, face sitting, light choking on every end.
Today you learned something new about your boyfriend. That he’s apparently very into risky, riskysex.
Dialogue Prompts (4, 6), Fluff & Humor, Prank wars and the progression of a relationship
Request: A “fluffy and funny” “prank mission” with Todoroki and reader with some “tickle spot” shenanigans
Words:2.4K
Warnings:;D, Bad puns
This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. The broken ice-maker was probably the universe’s way of trying to drive that point home, but thankfully (or perhaps, unfortunately), you were resourceful.
Out of all the things you could have been doing at 6 AM on a Saturday morning, messing with Katsuki Bakugo was probably the absolute dumbest–it was also the most likely to lead to irreparable bodily harm. Only the truly stupid would even think to try it. But, as a great philosopher (that you’re at least 20 percent sure you didn’t make up) once said: Stupidity becomes bravery the moment you give it a cause. Bravery was something you were supposed to exhibit as a hero, so the way you saw it, what you were doing was another part of your training.
“How long do we have?” You’re careful to keep your voice low.
Todoroki doesn’t respond and you peer back over your shoulder at him, expecting to see some sort of solemn or annoyed expression painted across his face. That’s not the case. In fact, you’re convinced he hasn’t even heard you; He yawns, eyes drifting shut, and for a second, you’re afraid he’s about to fall asleep standing up. On a normal day, you might’ve found his drowsiness hilarious–a welcome change from his usual stoic demeanor–but today you needed him awake and alert.
Katsuki comes home earlier then he was meant to and sees something he had never had the pleasure of witnessing for himself. He knew Shoto could be like this sometimes but knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.
