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.
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
notes — not beta read so might have errors!reader is somewhat oblivious haha also mineta ain’t part of the class in this one (sorry not sorry)
when you first met shouto, you thought he was a person you couldn’t even begin to associate yourself with — ‘way too out of your league’ type of thing.
he was the definition of pretty boy™, comes from a prestigious well-known family, is one of the smartest people in your class, and is someone aiming to become an amazing hero with his flashy strong quirk. although he’s a bit behind on social cues and have a closed off personality, it just adds up to his character and makes him more endearing, is what you think.
there was that one time in the earlier months, he declared to midoriya he wasn’t here to make any friends, you were (borderline) devastated. you wanted to be his friend. you just weren’t able to because you were kind of intimidated to approach him. he did look like he’d either burn or ice you alive with his penetrating stare whenever you so much as go near him. you decided then and there to stay away from his path because not only does he not want anything to do with any of you, it just was highly unlikely for you to even have a chance with him because you were… well, you. you’re confident in yourself but the boy was seriously on another level so staying away from him it is.
everything was easier said than done.
it was difficult not to interact with the half and half boy especially when your green haired classmate turned best buddy had smoothly included todoroki in his group circle consisting you, ochako and tenya.
your infatuation towards the quiet boy in your class becomes stronger the longer you get to know him. pass all that coldness and mysteriousness his aura brings lies a kind, gentle and caring individual who never fails to make you smile. the small changes in the way he carries himself as well as the continuous development he has going on with all of you doesn’t go unnoticed. that’s when you knew there really wasn’t any escaping from todoroki shouto’s odd charms anymore.
days turned weeks and then months in which you make so many unforgettable memories with him. each moment spent with you and todoroki together engraved in your mind. he’d come a long way from where he once was. you remembered not being able to sleep the night you heard him tell everyone you were someone special in his life, afraid it was just something that your silly little brain had made up. you didn’t know why he thought of you that way considering you haven’t contributed anything significantly big to his self improvement (heck, that was like midoriya’s thing).
all you knew was that you, just like what any other friend would do, were by his side whenever he needed someone. you attentively listened whenever he talks about whatever it is that’s on his mind. he lets you tell stories to him when he’s content with what he’d said to you after. you were constantly looking out for him and cheering for him for all the effort he puts in socializing with others. most of the time you were the person he seeks out advice from on how to better communicate with your class, gladly teaching him a few things here and there. opening up was very difficult for todoroki but you were one of those people who patiently waited until he was ready to accept your genuine friendship.
you were fascinated with the trivial things he does, laugh at his awkwardness before making him comfortable again, focused whenever he’s the one infront demonstrating something for your lessons, and not to mention you actively annoy bakugo back in return for all the fights he kept picking with todoroki who doesn’t even care enough to get agitated by the blond’s actions.
as if someone had slapped the back of your head while reminiscing, realization crept up on you.
so maybe almost all the stuff you kept doing for him weren’t done as just a friend but it’s not like that’s important to anyone, right? it’s one sided and you’re not hoping for your good-looking classmate to reciprocate it. you convince yourself it’s enough for you what you have now with him.
your infatuation developed to something more in the lines of liking him.
the hero course was exhausting as ever. fortunately everyone was free to celebrate christmas together in the dorms without getting into any more tiresome activities like the joint training competition from last time. deciding to hold a party and even exchange gifts with a friend got you all pumped up. although there was a planned exchanged presents from whomever it is you luckily or unluckily get on that day, you supposed it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to give todoroki a separate one of his own after — like coupons for this popular restaurant that makes delicious cold soba. who knows? maybe he’d invite you to join him when he chooses to visit it.
soon, the whole living room was packed. everyone was hanging about and started idle conversations with one another. you all wore santa outfits and customized santa hats to make the event more fun and interesting. chaos was beginning to unfold, in a good type of way. when it was time to pick presents you almost couldn’t breathe from too much cackling when you got aoyama’s polaroid picture of himself.
the whole party lasted for a few hours before everyone was ordered to go to bed due to curfew. changing your clothes and fixing your appearance, you were just about to go and knock on todoroki’s door to give him your christmas gift when you opened yours and was met with familiar heterochromia eyes staring right at you.
surprise and confusion was seen on your expression when you saw todoroki, who’s still in the santa get up, randomly right at your door. he seems to understand the question behind your slightly raised eyebrows because he began holding his hand out in your direction which you now notice is cradling a tiny bouquet of what you’re sure are purple lilacs.
to say you were flustered was an understatement. you were utterly speechless and stuttering when you thanked him while you shakingly took them from his grasp, memorizing how it felt to touch him and the obvious difference in size between your hands. collecting yourself together and calming down, you successfully gave him the coupons without being an absolute embarasssement. it was worth it to see todoroki’s eyes widening when he learns what it was, a smile plastered on his lips.
you find out not a few seconds later that you weren’t the only person he’d given presents to — he thought about giving midoriya, ochako, and tenya too to show how much he appreciated them. you tried to mask the bit of dissapointment you felt about not being as special as you thought you were to him (you’re hanging on to the giddy thought that ‘the’ todoroki shouto just gave you freaking flowers! that’s so romantic!! besides it’s touching that he even thought about everyone so it also made you guilty you were sulking for something small) but for some unexpected yet welcomed reason, todoroki had picked up on your change in demeanor.
“my sister told me flowers contain different meanings.”
you perked up at that. curiously looking down at the bouquet and then back at his heterochromia eyes, you replied,
“oh! i know that one… umm mind telling me the meaning behind these lilacs then?”
he surprises you yet again when his eyes glint in what you think were amusement as he gave you a reserved laugh. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming but you were also pretty sure that todoroki’s cheeks were sort of reddening. he clears his throat and acted like he was contemplating whether or not he’d tell you until he chooses to gaze at your face and finally respond, you couldn’t fight the shy smile on your lips.
“goodnight, (y/n).”
he leaves you all alone standing there as he quickly resides back to his quarters. you couldn’t even say anything back before he very much disappeared, dazed from the way he softly said your name. you resisted the urge to slap yourself from being too absorbed in this emotions that you feel for the half and half, closing your door and sighing. you guess it wouldn’t hurt to search it up yourself. why couldn’t he just tell you instead? was it that embarasssing? or was it just not worth his time to explain anything to you? it’s just flowers, right? he did say his sister was the one who recommended them if he was gifting a girl. not his idea. just a gift to show appreciation, that’s what he told you.
shaking your head, you placed the lilacs somewhere safe on your desk, you made sure you were comfortably laying in your bed before going to the internet to look for the answers. you want a clear understanding tonight of just what it seriously meant when todoroki gave this to you so you could have a peace of mind. if anything about being a good friend comes up you’d cry yourself to sleep at how one-sided your feelings are for him and then laugh next because you were so ridiculous for remotely hoping for something more in the deepest part of you.
what greeted you on your phone however was something entirely different than you expected. it almost made you drop the device down hard at your face as a startled gasp came out from you.
minutes passed by, you kept your attention at the ceiling, not exactly sure what to do. your heart was beating so fast you’re worried that it would burst anytime. you tried punching yourself to wake up but you were very awake at the moment.
clutching the phone to your chest, you squealed and rolled over on your bed as you then screamed at your pillow due to the happiness that you felt. you were grinning so much and were giggling nonstop. you abruptly stopped when you heard a ping, notifying you that someone had just left you a message.
seeing who it was, your stomach fluttered as you read the three words that were sent by none other than todoroki.
‘cold soba tomorrow?’
you typed back a simple ‘okay’ not bothering to see if he had already seen it or not. you find yourself staring at the ceiling again, humming a melody you heard from the other day.
you were excited for tomorrow.
:i feel like the ending was rushed oml i’ll fix it when i get some inspiration again */cries
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! ~
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.
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
Getting caught listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album
Anon asked: I hope we are on the same page and agree on that SOUR IS PAINFUL and I can’t stop laughing at the concept of the bnha boys reacting to yn singing something from there. Like they think it’s all cute and precious how beautifully you sing and then you almost sob at the lyrics lmao.
authors.note: I’ve been listening to her album non stop and it’s getting out of hand, the worst part is I’ve never been in love XD. This is a different format I hope you like it. Enjoy <3
SHOTO walks through the door of your shared apartment, his tie in one hand and suit jacket in the other. Music blared from the kitchen, a soft melodic tune ringing through the house as both yours and the singer’s voices blended into one harmonizing. He always loved coming home to you because in reality, this house wasn’t his home you were; you with your weird habits and spontaneous ice cream trips at 2 am. You and your smile that lit up his life, you and your voice that always managed to calm him even when both of you were in the middle of a villain attack fighting for your lives and those of others. He loved every piece of you and he was always thanking the universe for allowing him to love you. Closing his eyes he focused on your voice, easily distinguishing it from the singer’s. With your soft words going straight to his heart he completely ignored the lyrics until he was rudely brought back to earth by the song. “But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face….” Baffled, he entered the kitchen rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist, a pout evident on his lips. You kissed his temple, placing your hands over his and swaying from left to right. Shoto just held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and refusing to let go for the rest of the night.
KATSUKI sighed as he heard the loud sounds of your music coming from behind the apartment door. He loved you with all his heart, he truly did but if he had to listen to Doja Cat one more time… Evenings like these were always his favorites though, loud music and all. Weekend evenings when he comes home early, always finding you curled up on the couch, TV playing steadily on the news channel as you read your book. He knew you worried, you always did and you always will, he finds it endearing and cute, teasing you about it when he gets home each night. As much as he finds it cute it also brings guilt. He wants to give you the world, the sun and the stars, anything and everything you desire but he knows that no matter what his safety will always dominate your mind and he will always find you watching the news channel waiting to confirm his safety. You both fall in love hard. As he stepped into the living room he witnessed the small show you had going on; pjs consisting of his shirt and shorts, her wet with a comb in your hand as you sang along to this week’s favorite. “I’m so sick of 17 where’s my fucking teenage dream?” He laughed at that, grabbing your hips making you yelp in surprise as he steadied you on the couch. “You’re 22 you brat! Now get down before you hit the ceiling.”
IZUKU most of the time enters your home through the bedroom window like a burglar. He has no reason to do so apart from being able to. So, naturally, he usually scares you half to death when he suddenly appears seemingly out of nowhere. He loved doing that. He especially loved the process afterwards of how he will try to coax the pout off your face with kisses and hugs. It never lasts long, you give in too early but he enjoys the process. Making you smile is his one priority and he will step down as n.1 if he ever stopped. Music flooded the apartment, it wasn’t too loud just loud enough to hide his footsteps. You were swaying softly in the middle of the living room, eyes closed while you sang along. The song was sad, really sad and the singer’s voice made it 10x worse. Before he even realized he too had closed his eyes, back leaning on the wall behind him as he let your voice soothe him. He doesn’t know how long he had his eyes closed, all he knew was that the song was over and something more upbeat was playing and as he opened his eyes he came face to face with you, your own eyes a little glossy. Your nose was touching his and you sniffled a bit as you stared at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before wiping the unshed tears from your eyes. He had so many questions and he must’ve looked very confused because suddenly you burst out laughing. “This album is super sad, okay? I can’t help it!” Took a pic as blackmail.
EIJIROU had been listening to the same album all day long and tears had been shed. Bakugou had yelled at him during lunch break for tearing up at one of the songs. Now, Eijirou has never experienced heartbreak and he never wants to. You are his everything and if that day came when things between you had to end he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hell, he doesn’t even want to remotely think about such a predicament. Now he is standing in your shared home’s entrance hall, keys still in hand as he can clearly hear you sob-singing along to the song that had made him cry this morning. At that moment, Eijirou was certain you two were soulmates. He always had a feeling but now he is certain. Taking off his shoes hastily and throwing his jacket on the hanger he sprinted into the living room just as the best part of the song started playing. “Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?” Both of you sang at the top of your lungs tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel into each other’s arms, the breakup song continuing its course. Olivia Rodrigo 1 Perfectly happy couple 0.
✧･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! ~
It’s the monthly movie in the park, your old classmates get together and bring movies, and the group votes on what will you watch. Tonight, Kaminari is in charge of the votes, so when the previous movie wraps up he stands in front of the group, “It’s time -drumroll please- for movie number three! Our current selections are suggested by our dear friends here, Izuku Midoriya and Fumikage Tokoyami! Number one is… it’s a three-hour documentary on All Might’s bronze age. And number two is a horror movie! So, what do we think?” The vote was nearly unanimous, and with only two votes for the All Might documentary, the horror movie won, and Kaminari started the film. You’ve been out here since early afternoon, and while the shirt you’re wearing was enough before sundown, the cold is starting to get to you.
You were sitting next to your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, on the edge of the rest of the group. But when you noticed his eyes on you, he didn’t bother to look away, so you gave him a quizzical look. “You’re shivering,” he said bluntly. You blush at the gaze, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda chilly out, but it’s no big deal! I’m just going to run and get my jacket from the car.” He looks at you for a moment, as if deep in thought, “I don’t get as cold, use this” he hands his plain blue sweatshirt to you, wearing a white t-shirt underneath. “Did I do it right? The boyfriend sweater thing?”
Boyfriend?! It’s not that you minded the idea of dating him, but since you had been friends so long without saying anything you didn’t think he was interested, “Shoto we’re not dating?” Your words are met with a blank stare, "We aren’t? I had thought that’s what all the study sessions and meals were? That’s what Kaminari said at least.” You feel your face getting even hotter and you turn away, “Well yeah they could have been dates, I just, we never said anything so I didn’t think we were together?” His eyebrows furrow, “Do you not want us to be dating? I assumed that the feelings were mutual I guess.”
You stop for a moment. One of the top students in UA, the son of the number 1 hero, your best friend, just admitted he has a crush on you. Not only that, but that he thought you two had been dating for who knows how long. “You like me?” you ask, “And you thought we were dating?” He shifts a little uncomfortably, glancing toward the others, before answering in a quieter tone “Yes, I do, and I did think we were. I would like to continue, or to start dating if you would?” You smirk as you pull on the hoodie, and lean into his warm side. “I would like that too.”
He puts his arm around you and uses his quirk just enough to keep you both warm. As you finally got comfortable, you started to lightly tease Todoroki for never having actually asked you out, before you were interrupted by Sero. “Alright lovebirds, glad you got that figured out. But can you please quiet down, we’re trying to watch this” Ah. Yes. The movie.
You knew what you were going to do was wrong. You knew this could ruin your relationship with Shoto forever. This could end in two ways: he broke your heart or you broke the trust he has in you.
You shouldn’t give Shoto Veritaserum without his consent. You never thought you were going to get to this point. You were desperate and you need to know the truth. You need to know if he loves you or he is only with you because his father wants that. You couldn’t marry Shoto without knowing it first.
“Do you love me?” you asked after seeing how he finished drinking the glass of wine that you had served him.
A part of you already knew the answer. Shoto’s eyes never transmitted love to you, his kisses were scarce and when he gave them they seemed to be more out of obligation than out of love, and if his kisses were scarce not to mention his “masters” who felt empty. In the first months of your relationship, you thought that over time I would be more open with his feelings. But the years passed and everything remained the same, you didn’t believe that he really loved you. For a moment you had hope when he proposed to you but he didn’t even seem interested in the wedding. Every time you asked him something like What flowers do you prefer? o What flavor should the cake be? He told you that you would choose what you like the most. Hell, even Enji seemed more interested in always asking when the wedding would be.
“No” the answer came so naturally from their lips that they were both surprised.
No further questions were required. You had what you wanted to know. Without saying a word you got up from the table, ignoring Shoto’s calls, and left. There was no point staying to listen to him, what explanation was he going to give you? He had lied to you for years. No matter what Shoto said, the damage was done.
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Aizawa hadn’t come to the classroom yet so you were talking to Izuku about the new series you were watching when Mineta spoke:
“Hey Y / n, the Black Widow cosplay was hot,” she said getting everyone’s attention.
“I thought I had blocked your account” you replied with a frown.
“Do you cosplay?” the green-haired boy asked in surprise.
“I thought you already knew,” you said just as surprised.
❖ Weeks ago you had sent photos to Izuku with different All Might wigs. He thought you were just playing around, not that you bought the wigs to cosplay.
❖ After the revelation Izuku started stalking your Tik Tok account, he liked and left nice comments … he also reported every new account that Mineta became.
❖Do you want to cosplay Mystique or Starfire? Don’t worry, your precious boyfriend has no problem helping you with the painting.
❖ Don’t you know what cosplay to do? It’s okay! Izuku can tell you hundreds of hero names.
❖ Izuku has no problem helping you record although he sometimes can’t help but utter a “cute” or “cute” in the middle of the recording causing the two of you to blush.
❖ Your followers already know of the existence of your boyfriend thanks to that.
❖ You noticed that Izuku looked a lot at your All Might costumes and wigs so you suggested that they do a cosplay together.
❖ And that’s how they ended an All Might and Sir Nighteye cosplay… Because of you people began to ship the two heroes.
“Next time we can be Eraserhead and Present Mic,” you said already starting to look for their costumes online.
On the other hand, Izuku was panicking thinking how this could have angered his mentors. He was still safe because All Might nor Nighteye texted him.
“Are you crazy? Do you want Aizawa sensei to kick us out of class?”
“It’s just a cosplay” you pouted but still couldn’t get away with it.
Shoto Todoroki
❖ He found out from you, you told him … Of course, Shoto had no idea what cosplay was so you had to tell him to explain everything.
“Why do you do it?” asked your boyfriend “You don’t earn anything”
You didn’t take it the wrong way, you knew he was just curious.
“I’m just having fun”
❖Shoto doesn’t really care; he just likes everything even though he has no idea what character you’re in costume.
❖ Sometimes he helps you style your wigs. At first, he did it just because he wanted to spend time with you but then he ended up liking it, for some reason relaxes him.
❖After hearing Bakugo call Shoto “copy of Zuko” you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend dressed as Zuko.
❖ One day you took courage and asked him to do a cosplay with you. You wanted him to be Zuko while you would be Katara.
“Shoto, I’d like you to cosplay with me,” you said in the middle of lunch “Just if you want, I don’t want you to feel obligated” you clarified quickly while moving your hands nervously.
“Okay” he replied taking your hands making you blush “Show me”
❖ And that’s how Shoto ended up watching Avatar with you.
❖ Taking advantage of the fact that Endeavor wanted to fix their relationship, Shoto used the old man’s card to buy the best quality costumes.
❖ You thought that Shoto was only going to want to take pictures so you were surprised when he saw that he was learning the dialogues of some scenes to be able to do tik toks.
“Why do you pause it all the time?” you asked confused.
“I’m writing the dialogues so I can learn it. I also want to see the expressions well. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Aww, Shooo!” you took his face in your hands and began to spread kisses everywhere “You are the best, I would never be ashamed of you” you smiled “Besides just taking pictures of us I’m fine”
❖In the end, they did both. And you two ended up trending on Tik Tok, you managed to increase your followers.
❖ Shoto ended up liking it so they made more videos of different scenes. Even some of the incorrect quotes and Q&A.
Bonus
Y / n: Momo, do you know that you are the person I love the most in the world?
Momo: What do you want?
Y / n: Can you create this costume for me? * you show him an Alice in Wonderland costume * Please!
Momo: Y / n, three days ago I made you a Belle costume.
Y / n: It’s not my fault I’m poor! * you pout *
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You were once again surrounded by darkness as the quirk user reappeared before you. “So? How was it? Most people end up starting over several times, so congratulations!”
“It was… surprisingly enjoyable?” You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You really just hoped that you weren’t out that long, that no one was too worried about you while you were in the fairytale.
“And? How are we feeling about that special someone, hm?” They winked at you.
“I think I’m going to confess.”
Why am I telling them this? They hit me with their quirk and they’re the whole reason I’m in this mess, so why should they get to know?
“Oh goodie! That’s so exciting! Well, I won’t keep you any longer– go get your mans!"
And suddenly, you were no longer surrounded by darkness, but blinded by light.
As your eyes adjusted, you could make out that you were in Recovery Girl’s office, who was by your side as soon as you gained consciousness.
"How are you feeling dear? You were out for about a day.”
Well that’s a lot shorter than I expected.
“I feel completely fine, just a little tired.” That was a lie. You were more than fine– elated even, which was probably an aftereffect of how happy you were inside the quirk reality.
“Well since it seems that everything’s alright, I’ll send in your boyfriend. He’s refused to go back to the dorms and is probably still waiting outside.”
DFDJSE DID I SOMEHOW GET A BOYFRIEND WHILE I WAS CONKED OUT!!?!?!
“Boyfriend?”
“Are you not dating the Todoroki child? He came in here to visit and was holding your hand.”
HFJGHJFJDJF HE DID WHAT?!?!?
“Um, no we aren’t dating,” you sheepishly replied despite your internal celebration.
“Well, you should hop on that while you have the chance. He seems to really like you,” she said and left to go get him.
Oh my God, Recovery Girl!
You sat flustered on the bed waiting for Shouto. You hyped yourself up to confess, figuring now was as good a time as ever.
When he walked in and to the chair by your bedside, you grew even more flustered just thinking about what you were about to do. You didn’t even notice that he was just as flustered as you were.
“How are you feeling?” His face was etched with concern. “Aizawa-sensei told us about the quirk you were hit with. Did it have any physical side effects?”
“I’m fine Todoroki. Thank you for your concern though, I really appreciate it.” You smiled up at him, somehow getting even more flustered because all you could think about was the kiss in the fairytale.
“You can call me Shouto.”
FKDIWJENKDWKWN
"Call me Y/N, then.” He smiled at you in response.
He has no right to be this adorable.
You braced yourself for what you were about to do, feeling incredibly nervous. But before you even had the chance to start your confession, Todoroki began one of his own.
“Y/N I was really worried about you and um…” he trailed off.
“Really? You were worried about me?”
“I always get more worried about you than anyone else, even though you’re one of the strongest people I know… I get this feeling in my chest when I’m around you and I had to ask Midoriya what it was.”
If this man doesn’t stop being so goddamn cute, I’m going to have to kiss him.
“And then, the other day when you smiled at me after my training match, I thought I was going to faint. But maybe that was the exhaustion.” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Does this mean he likes me???
He wouldn’t look at you, instead choosing to stare at the opposite wall. He was blushing madly, and you thought it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
You reached out and took one of his hands in both of yours, causing his eyes to widen. He immediately stopped staring at the wall and instead chose to stare at your newly joined hands.
“Shouto, do you want to know what fairytale that quirk made me go through?” He mumbled a sound that seemed to mean yes, but he was still hyper fixated on your hands, a look of awe on his face.
He is so precious I almost can’t stand it.
“It was Cinderella. I was Cinderella and you were the prince. Even though it wasn’t real, I still managed to fall for you all over again.”
He suddenly shifted his eyes to your face, that same look of awe and wonder now staring directly into your eyes.
“Does that mean you like me too?” He looked so hopeful, his eyes sparkling as they gazed into yours. You couldn’t help but giggle with pure adoration as you nodded.
The two of you started leaning closer together, lost in each other’s eyes, still holding hands. He brought his free hand up to caress the side of your face as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
You replied not in words, but in leaning up to press your lips against his.
imagine walking with shouto in the mall, and taking one glance at some nice clothes that are situated inside of a clothing store.
shoutoimmediately notices where your gaze was affixed on, and that you looked at certain clothes longer than a second. so, he stops in place to make a turn— and head straight into the store.
but you lay both hands on his back ignoring how you can still feel lean muscle through his shirt, patting him gently and directing him forward— not wanting to extract more numbers from his wallet, or bank account (regardless if it’s his or his shitty dad’s)
“keep walking, keep walking, we don’t need to buy it—”
“no, we do need to buy it.”
“shouto—”
and of course, your attempts to stop shouto from entering the store, getting your size (as in, holding each article up to you while ignoring your protests and blank glares that basically read “this is your last chance to ditch this entire thing and gtfo of here with me.”), buying said clothes with his endeavor’s money, and handing you the bag containing his purchase with an innocent, blank look.
“why do i bother..” you tell him, still taking the bag from his hands.
“i don’t know what you mean.” he replies, before placing a hand on your back, and directing you forward and away from the store— giving you no choice but to proceed with the day like normal.
WORDCOUNT: 5k CONTENT:NSFW,female anatomy but gender-neutral pronouns, friends to lovers, wet dream, aged-up, sub reader, strong language, soft dom shou, cream pie, ass smacking (?), easily flustered reader, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex.
A wet dream about your roommate? Sounds like a disaster ready to unfold itself. There’s no way you can look your roommate straight in the eyes after having him rearrange your damn guts. Well, in your imagination, at least. Or was it in reality?
His hips slammed down against yours, eliciting a whine to leave your parted lips. You panted for air, dragging your nails across your roommate’s exposed back, sure to leave marks the next day.
“Can’t handle it?” He breathed into your ear, his hushed tone causing shivers to roll down the back of your neck.
Was he joking? How could someone handle this? The way his dick stroked your velvety walls in and out, brushing against all the right spots that had you gushing onto him. And at a pace that he was currently going? Pumping in and out steadily, his stamina not wavering. You sure as hell could not handle it, your head dizzy with pleasure and eyes glossed in tears.
Rosy lips landed on your cheek, delicately wiping the tears that had poured out of your eyes. Euphoric could not even cover the way you felt right now.
“S-shit. You feel so good, baby.” His voice came out slurred, a light whimper drenching his tone; it had your stomach tingling.
Just as you were about to come undone on him, an ear aching beep rang through your ears. Squeezing your eyes shut, you suddenly felt a bright light knock against your eyelids.
Body slightly sore and your throat somewhat dry, you were greeted by the morning sun. For a second, you felt lost. You darted your head side to side in a panic, confusion settling in. What was that? You felt a frustrating tingling sensation between your legs, slightly damp from the aftermath that was your… dream?
There was no way you just dreamt that. But there was no way that could have been real either. Groaning, you rubbed your eyes.
“Why him of all people? This is so fucking awkward!” You whisper yelled, slapping your head a couple of times. Almost as if you were trying to beat the memory out of your brain.
You felt yourself getting hot, ashamed of how you could have pictured your innocent roommate doing something like that to you. Considering he did not even show much attraction to you, to begin with. Though, you could not deny the curiosity that bubbled at the back of your head. What would he be like in bed? He was very monotone, but he has shown his more caring and laid-back side. He might even be better than your dream. But then again, he could just as equally be awful in the bedroom. Overall, it was a 50/50 guess. Damn, you really were a pervert, already entertaining lewd thoughts of him.
“Y/N, STOP THINKING THAT.” You cursed yourself and your dense brain.
A simple dream had planted a seed deep within your mind, an attraction to your roommate blooming. In fact, you probably had liked him all along; this fantasy of yours was just an eye-opener.
Once more, you were drawn back into reality and out of your thoughts. The stinging sensation within your throat becoming overwhelming. Curse you and your habit of sleeping with your mouth open. Every morning your mouth is dry, sort of like you had been chewing on a cotton ball or something. Your mouth craved for even a droplet of water, but the taunting fear that Todoroki might be in the kitchen had you beyond nervous. If you bumped into him, you would be an awkward, stuttering mess.
Poor Todoroki honestly has no possible way of knowing your dream; he is not a mind reader. There was no reason for you to be so dramatic. You remind yourself of this fact, toughening up and marching out of your room while you still had the willpower.
Just as quickly as you had left your room, you wanted to crawl back in, the worst-case scenario presenting itself in front of you. There, your roommate stood by the coffee machine, his plaid pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hip and hair messily draping his eyes. The sight had your heart hammering in your chest, memories of your dream flooding back in. God, why did he have to be in the kitchen?
“Oh, y/n. Good morning.” He greeted you with a weak smile, his voice raspy, perhaps still half-asleep.
“M-morning.” As expected, your voice came out low, tongue tripping up on itself. You were not normally like this. Usually, you would be the first to spark up a conversation with him.
With your head down, you walked over to the kitchen aisle and took a seat. Todoroki stood just opposite you, facing the coffee he was currently brewing. Despite the seeming lack of attention he had on you as you entered, your unnatural tone did not go unnoticed by him.
“You sound tired. Sorry, it must be because I came home late last night. Was I too noisy?” He glanced at you for a second, tilting his head over his shoulder. The short-lived eye contact made you tense up, your eyes shyly fluttering away from him.
“Um, it’s fine. I didn’t hear you or anything.” You intertwined your fingers, fidgeting with your nails. It seems like you had forgotten the aim of coming to the kitchen in the first place. Mind fogged after having seen your shirtless roommate that you embarrassingly had a wet dream about. No matter how hard you tried, you could not suppress the image of him on top of you.
Heat submerged your already flustered body as you replayed the images in your head. This was not good. How could you be thinking about him like that when he was right in front of you? The embarrassment was immense, which only made you choke up on the nervous gulp you were making. It served as a reminder for how dry your mouth still was, your cough scratching at the back of your throat.
Just as you were about to get up to finally pour yourself a glass of water, Todoroki was already reaching out to you with a glass. His slender fingers wrapped around the cup as he leaned over to you.
“Here you go, y/n. Are you sure you got enough sleep?” Your name sounded so pretty coming from his mouth and it had you feeling more bothered than before. Today was truly a curse.
You accepted his glass of water, fingertips slightly brushing past each other’s in the process. It had you holding your breath as you flustered. Luckily, Todoroki did not seem to notice as he swiftly diverted his attention back to his coffee.
“You’re more quiet than usual today. I’m sure I must have woken you up a bit last night.” His interrogation continued and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground.
“I’m sure… Don’t worry about it.” If only he knew why you were actually so quiet today. He definitely had been keeping you up at night, just not the way he was thinking.
“Sorry, I definitely woke you up. When I was passing your room last night, I could hear you grunting. Its okay, you can tell me when I am being too loud. Transparency between roommates is important.”
The sip of water you were just taking was soon blown out of your mouth, startled by his statement. There was no way this was currently happening. You chocked on the water, trying to recover from the announcement he just made. If he could not tell you were embarrassed before, he definitely could tell now.
“A-ah, that wasn’t because you were, u-um, loud or anything!” You shot your hands up in defence, squirming as you rushed to clean the water that was now soaking the table. Could he not be any more ignorant? You should at least be somewhat grateful that he is this dense. If it had been anyone else passing your bedroom, they would instantly realise what that “grunting” was.
“Y/n, are you okay? Let me help you.” He stood behind you, chest lightly pressing against your back as he reached to the puddle of water with a hand towel.
It was a surprising move, pausing you in your tracks as your heart began racing. Everything that could have gone wrong today was playing itself out.
“N-no, its fine! It’s my mess, I can clean it.”
“If it were not for my confrontation, you would not have spilt it. Its equally my mess as it is yours. My apologies.” With his head peering over your shoulder, watching the water, you could feel his breath gently fan your neck; goosebumps pricked along your skin. Is he doing this on purpose or is he genuinely just this thick in the head?
Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself for the remainder of the cleaning process. Luckily, he ended up moving away from you. But you could not deny the fact that you missed his presence behind you.
“Sorry about that once more.” Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck; a faint rose colour tainting his cheeks in what could only be embarrassment. He really just caused you to spill your drink. That is definitely the rudest thing he has ever done. Well, that is the way he saw it.
“Its honestly fine.”
“So, if I didn’t cause the grunting, what was it?” For fucks sake. He really was not letting go of this topic and it made your skin crawl in humiliation. Little did he know he was the cause of the grunting, just not directly.
“O-oh… It was just a silly dream.” You blurted out, avoiding his eyes.
“A dream?” He stared at you for a moment confused, his eyes wandering down your body and then back up to your eyes again. Did you mean a nightmare or maybe- oh! It suddenly clicked in his mind what you were on about and he could not have looked redder in his life. His hand darting to his mouth, coughing awkwardly.
“I’m so sorry… I should not have pressed the matter!” He shuffled his way back to his coffee, embarrassed that he so bluntly questioned your “grunting”. Despite the humiliation that boiled his body, he could not help the dissatisfaction that came with not knowing who exactly was in this dream with you. Truthfully, he had been crushing on you for a while now and picturing another person making you feel good had him frowning with envy. Now that he was really thinking about it, how could he have misinterpreted your moans? Though they were subtle, sounding more like whimpers, they definitely did not sound like grunts of frustration. Replaying the audio in his mind, your muffled voice behind your bedroom door at night, he felt himself getting hard. A mixture of lust and jealousy tearing through him. And before he could stop himself, his intrigue spilt from his mouth.
“So, who were you dreaming about?” He playfully smirked at you, having regained his composure as he drank his coffee. Your eyes widened in horror. It was a question you had not expected, feeling ashamed. You cannot just tell him its him. Having noticed your response, he was quick to play of his question. He let out a soft giggle before speaking up.
“I’m joking, I’m joking!” His laughter had you grinning slightly, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Somehow, the usual nature of your relationship was returning despite the conversation taking an unsuspecting turn. The tension that had you paralysed earlier lifting from you. “But if I can guess who it is… Will you tell me?”
You started getting nervous again, a light adrenaline rush springing through you as you eyed him. There was little to no chance he would guess himself. Right?
“Fine, Ill tell you. You’d never guess right anyways.” You teased him back, displaying a smirk of your own. You watched as he put his hand on his chin, pretending to think really hard about his guess.
Deep in thought, he considered guessing himself. Even if it were not him, it would be a bit of harmless flirting. He is almost certain one of his friends has told him to flirt with you more, telling him he is too “friendzone-y” and that is why you do not like him back yet.
You watched the way his heterochromatic eyes pointed back at you, his gaze slightly intense and unreadable. Slowly, he took a few steps towards you.
“Is it me?” His hand left his chin, falling down to his chest making a point towards himself.
Instantly, your face fell, eyes wide and mouth parted. You could feel the panic shock through you as you stood speechless. Todoroki was definitely not expecting this reaction from you, he was ready to laugh his own statement off actually. Yet, when he saw your response, it instantly confirmed it.
“Wait, it IS me? I was simply joking around.” He was attentive to your bodily language, following the way your eyes shifted off to the side. Knowing now that those pretty little whimpers were caused by your filthy fantasies surrounding him had his pride skyrocketing.
“U-um. Yeah…” You muttered under your breath, exhaling a deep sigh. You sucked, you could not keep this to yourself for at least an hour.. Props to you for being the worst at keeping secrets.
The confirmation that slipped out your mouth set a flame at the pit of Todoroki’s stomach, his heartbeat slightly increasing in pace, the boner in his pants strained in the confinement of his bottoms.
“Should I take that as a compliment?” He grinned at you, but your response was simply an eye roll. “So, what happened in this dream of yours? I was in it; I feel like I have the right to know.” The proximity between you was once more reduced, with Todoroki’s frame coming closer to you. Leaning against the counter, he placed his cup to his side and eyed you. He did not hesitate to let his gaze wonder, which made your stomach flutter. The fact this was really happening right now felt unreal.
“I’m not saying.” You smiled at him, laughing off his request.
“Does that mean you want to show me instead?” He challenged you, the ends of his lips curling up into a smirk. And just like that, the adrenaline kicked right back in. Your heart hammered and you felt warmth travel down to your core. “I’ve honestly liked you for a while now, so I would not mind a re-enactment.”
As he spoke, he leaned into you, the hungry look in his eyes more than evident. The way he held eye contact with you made you shudder. More than that, however, your heart raced. A confession so blunt would fluster anyone.
“Stop joking around right now.” You nervously chuckled, looking off to your side.
Yet, when your eyes came back to meet his, his lips had already landed on yours. They felt silky, melting gently against you. A hand at the side of your jaw accompanied his embrace, pulling you towards himself. Initial shock subsided as you returned his invitation, letting your own eyes fall shut. As he felt your hands travel up his torso, he took it as the “ok” to go. Carefully, he moved his lips against yours, capturing each lip in between his5h. You savoured the feeling of them against you. His lips were slightly damp with a sweetness to them, his taste unravelling into you as his tongue slipped in.
And the way his free hand gradually snaked around the back of your thigh had you squirming. His cold fingers gently raking up before they planted themselves on your ass, giving you a generous squeeze. It could not be helped that whimpers would escape your mouth, his greedy tongue swallowing every gasp that came. It felt surreal. Especially with how his light touches already had your senses overwhelmed. His hands made your legs quiver, stomach flip and skin burn. So, when his tongue explored every inch of you, curving to lick the roof of your mouth, you could not help yourself. Hands wrapping around this neck, pulling him closer. You had not noticed before, but with your chest flush against him, you could feel his heart racing. Excitement flooded his system, loving the way your hands tugged and grabbed at him. Your soft moans sounding so much like the ones from last night.
“Sounds like you’re ready to demonstrate for me now?” He pulled away, his chest rising and falling as he tried catching his breath. A playful glint could be seen in his eyes as he looked at you. “Come on. Show me what we did in your dream.”
His hands wondered to your waist, his hands gliding up and down your sides. It delivered waves of nervousness as you scrambled for words.
“You already know… I don’t want to have to say it.” You spoke innocently, your voice quiet. You hoped your answer was enough to quench Todoroki’s curiosity, but he spoke up again.
“You know, if you don’t tell me, we can’t make that dream of yours become a reality.” He whispered into your ear, his breath smoothly trickling down your neck. It tickled yet felt pleasurable all the while.
While you stood there embarrassed, building up the courage to say what it is that you wanted, you could feel his hands pull your hips against yours. His own arousal showing itself as his bulge pressed up against you. It had you getting wet already. The friction from him rubbing encouraging the whimpers that were being held back to flee you. And as your gentle moans drowned his hearing, his lips came to meet your neck. Rolling his wet tongue out, suckling on your soft skin. With careful bites, he explored the sensitive spots of your flesh; he listened to how your voice quivered as he lightly tread parts of your neck with his tongue.
You began growing frustrated, wanting him more and more. His teases were not satisfying the sticky mess that was building up between your thighs.
“Y-you, you fucked me… in my dream.” Your body scorched in shame as you finally answered to his request. With that, his devour came to a pause. An unreadable expression meeting you as his gaze returned to your face.
“Y/n, I never knew you were such a dirty little thing.” He tilted his head to the side, a hand coming to palm your cheek. “Well, it would be impolite of me to not make your dream come true, right?” His fingers laced themselves with your hair, stroking the strands as he gave you a devilish smile.
You knew he was teasing you, cooing at you and your sexual fantasies as if he did not want you just as bad you wanted him. But giving into his own temptations, displaying desperation, was something he did not want to do. Watching you tremble at his words was enough for him, for now. After waiting so long to finally receive a sign of reciprocation of his feelings, he sure as hell was going to milk this situation. Flustering you with simple words was something Todoroki did not expect to be so turned on by.
“Y-yes.” You gave him a nob with a shaky voice. He could not wait to have you pinned down below him. Best believe he was going all out with you this morning.
Carefully, you watched the way he licked his lips, sighing out his nose. Those eyes of his already consuming every inch of your body as he stared down at your frame.
“Which room, darling?” A simple question led you into his room. Your eyes examined the space, plain and dark. It was exactly what you expected, yet you still felt nervous.
Soon you were tugged from your thoughts, Todoroki’s arms circling around your waist drawing you close to him. His fragrance engulfed you, a mixture of fresh linen and cologne. He kissed down your neck and to your shoulders, his plump lips leaving goosebumps behind.
The teasing was too much, all this contact and toying he was doing with you made your head spin. “Please just fuck me already.” You breathed out heavily, your hands gripping the sides of his thighs as you arched into him.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Ask and you shall receive, y/n.” He hummed into your ear, pulling at your earlobe before he spun you back around.
As eagerly as he spun you around, his lips reconnected with yours. Pushing into you ever so slightly as he sucked you in. His kisses were hungrier than before, mouth moving faster, teeth skin in deeper with a every capture of your lips. He backed you up into his bed, letting the two of you sink into his comforter.
The soft cotton submerged you, Todoroki’s weight gently pressed against you. He did not hesitate to let his hands run down your stomach, then to your abdomen before they crawled into your underwear. Shivers crept across your skin, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. His fingers were cold as they stoked up your lips, your juices soaking him.
“F-fuck, your so wet for me.” He smirked at you as he pulled away from the kiss.
You could not take such embarrassing things being said from him, covering your face with your arm. “Hey! Don’t cover your pretty face like that.” His free hand gripped your wrist, pinning it above your head.
With your face exposed to him, he resumed his movement. He loved watching the way you parted your lips and squeezed your eyes shut as he ran his fingers across you. Your whiny whimpers made his heart race and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you already.
Smoothly, he slipped in two of his slender fingers in and instantly a moan exploded out of your mouth. You wrapped so snuggly around him, your plush walls contracting around him as he began pumping. The pace was initially slow, fingers curling to hit your g-spot. Heat spread across your chest and your back trickled with shivers as you relished in the way he worked your body. Moans and whimpers cascading from your lips.
He loved you like this, never before seeing such a lewd side of you. And so, he picked up his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. Your body squirmed and your once quiet moans grew louder.
“Shhh, you don’t want the neighbours hearing you.” He warned you with a smile. Something about the way he kept up his innocent act had you more aroused. He spoke so smoothly, as though he did not even realise what he was doing to you right now. Your moans accompanied by the slushing of your juices rang through the room and Todoroki looked so nonchalant about it.
Legs bucking and back arching, you felt your stomach cave in as the pressure began building up in your abdomen. “I-I, please, don’t stop.” You whined out, your fingers gripping at the air. Just like you asked, he did not stop, he did not even say anything as he focused on you.
A wave of pleasure washed over your body, the pressure lifting as you came around your roommates’ fingers. Overwhelmed with his touch, you gasped and shook; he let you ride out your high. Your hips riding against him just the way you liked. And as your moans quietened out, he pulled his fingers out, your pussy trembling at the isolation.
“I think you’re ready for more.” He smirked down at your recovering body as you heaved for air.
His fingers rubbed your trembling thighs, hooking his fingers with your underwear to slip it down slowly. Your slick stringed down with the fabric. “Oh, what’s this.” He grinned at you as he pushed your thighs apart, eyeing the wetness that dripped down your fluttering hole. “Your so wet, just for me. I can’t imagine how sexually frustrating that dream must have been for you.” He mocked you, tilting down to speak into your ear.
All you could do was whinge in response, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With Todoroki so close to you, you were unable to see what he was doing. But the shuffling of his hips with the sound of rubbing fabric, you could figure it out. As he pulled away, planting one final sloppy kiss on your swollen lips, he revealed himself to you.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping himself lightly. He was bigger than you anticipated, your pussy tingling as you craved to feel him deep inside you.
“Don’t give me that look.” He faintly laughed, enjoying the way your eyes gawked at him. “Someone can’t stop themselves from staring. Come on, don’t be shy. I know you want to touch it.”
Swiftly, you sat up with your face at eyelevel with his throbbing dick. The tip just millimetres away from you. Your delicate fingers replaced his, your own hand stocking him up and down leisurely. You followed the vein that turned around his cock with your fingertips which caused Todoroki to groan. His cock twitched at your touch, a hot sensation caving in his stomach.
You started at the base, flattening your tongue out against him. And as you reached his tip, you swirled it around your tongue and gave it a wet kiss. Repeating this action once more, you heard a groan slip from his tongue, observing your every move attentively. You wanted to hear his voice more, you wanted him to cry out for you just the way you did for him. Thus, you took him into your mouth, lips snuggly wrapped around him while your tongue poked past your bottom lip. You were quick with your movements, slurping all around him as you bobbed your head. With every hollow of your cheeks, Todoroki groaned more and more, his hand coming to nestle in your hair.
“S-shit, just like that y/n, just like that.”
Your balmy tongue tickled his base and your inner cheek rubbed him just the right way. He could not restrain himself from driving your head more and more into him. As you sucked him, he began guiding you, your speed increasing and his cock creeping further down your throat. Over and over again, the head of his dick banged against the back of your throat, and you were unable to stop yourself from gagging.
“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this.” He chuckled at you, his other hand coming down to stoke the side of your face.
Your eyes stayed watching him as you sucked him off, tears bubbling at the edges of your eyes as your gags became more and more intense. But he loved the way your throat clammed around him, and the way saliva poured down your chin, soaking him from his base to his tip. In fact, he loved it so much he could not help the whines that left him as well, your name falling out his mouth like a prayer. And he was so close, so close to releasing right there and then. But he stopped himself, jutting his hips back, freeing his dick from your mouth.
You gulped for air, seeing how his now swollen dick twitched. “Fuck, your way better at this then I thought.” He praised you, reconnecting your two lips. Your lips were drenched, and he could taste how hard you worked on his cock. You pushed him back slightly, opening your mouth to speak. “Todoroki, please just fuck me already.”
There was no holding back now. His hard cock ached to be swallowed by your velvety walls. Without a second thought, he had you pinned down, arms above your head as he stood at your entrance. How could he take his time now? He had no willpower left to tease you, craving every inch of you.
The way his hips suddenly slammed against yours, unprepared for the stretch that came with his dick, caused a loud moan to rip through your throat. He filled you up so well, feeling his tip deep within your stomach. He did not even hold back on the pace, fast and hard.
You whined against him, toes curling at how good he felt inside you. An electric sensation flooded your senses. His movements were quick, his dick gripped by your tight walls as he drove himself in and out. Hips bucking at yours, he rested your leg atop his shoulder. The curve of his dick hitting greater in you with each thrust he made.
His grunts and moans surrounded you, his mouth greedily exploring every inch of your skin. From licking your neck, to running his hand up your shirt, kneading your boobs. You curved and arched at the touches he made, his name coming out of your mouth with ever moan. His dick pulsing inside you and his hands all over your body made it hard to contain your pleasure. Your sloppy wetness gushing out around him, trickling down onto the covers.
And when he flipped you over, pushing your head down into the covers, hands behind your back as he began pounding you, your voice only grew louder. His dick pressed into your cervix with every pump had your eyes rolling, room echoing with gasps and whines. “Fu-uck, please, don’t stop.”
You whined, thrusting yourself back onto him. His eyes were glued to the way your ass jiggled, rippling every time it came to smack back against his abdomen. He could not resist his wondering hand that came down to smack it. Cries flew out your mouth, the sting burning through your flesh in the best way imaginable.
“Again, please.” You managed to mutter out through your gasps.
And just like you asked, his hand came smacking back down. He rubbed the area ever so slightly, his fingers massaging your smooth skin. The way you squeezed so tight around him after his hand contacted your sensitive skin made his breath unsteady.
His thrusts only quickened in pace, grinding down into you as his voice got more and more shaky. Edging on his own orgasm as he felt your walls quiver. Again, and again, he tugged you back against himself, somehow reaching deeper within you. Your walls leaking all around him as you melted into the sheets.
You felt as though you were coming undone, legs bucking and vision getting hazy. Flooded by how good you currently felt. That same overwhelming weight building in your abdomen.
“I’m c-close.” Your words just barely came out your mouth as moans got lodged in your throat.
Todoroki’s grunts and wavering stamina suggested he was close as well. Your stomach bubbled with warmth, legs buzzing and your eyes rolling. One more thrust from your roommate, and it all came undone. You completely melted at his mercy, calling out his name as he continued to thrust into you. You could hardly handle it until you felt him fill you up.
With his own high calming down, he released ropes into you, his white cum dressing your walls. His tempo slowed, and his voice became more hushed. And then it had all come to a pause as he pulled out and you fell flat on the sheets. His warm semen drizzled out of you, your hole still twitching at air as you caught your breath.
“Was it like your dream?” Todoroki spoke out, flopping down beside you as he panted for oxygen.
“No… it was even better.”
You gave him a delicate smile, still euphoric after what just happened.
“Well, could I call you mine then?” He leaned in for a kiss, pecking your lips. You barely had any energy left, giving him a nod with all the strength you could. “Y-yes.”
With that your morning ended, and your dream had turned to reality. You fluttered your eyelids shut to get some rest you definitely deserved while Todoroki, your now boyfriend, ran around the apartment trying to clean up the mess you two just made.
bam’s note : this is a part of @okkatsudon ; “somebody new” collab! it’s always been my dream after watching mha to write this, literally seizing this opportunity as soon as i saw the event!
warnings : angst, unrequited/one sided love, crushing, no happy ending, some cursed words, deja vu, third wheel character, one part is slightly suggestive, long fic (almost 3k words omg wat- )
it was sweet to love him.
you met todoroki on the very first day of school, pretty cherry blossom trees were blooming and portions of petals were falling down the ground.
lost in the scenery, you didn’t took notice of the person walking your way until you bumped into them. all the books and papers you were carrying got knocked to the floor. you instantly apologise to that person and crouch down to collect your things. another hand that’s not yours help pick the few left ones before handing them to you.
that was the first time you got to drown in those mismatched heterochromatic eyes.
a stranger with evenly split hair between two colours; white and red. he was rather well-built and tall for someone around his age. though he has quite a strange large scar on one side of his face. despite that and the seriousness he wore you swear you viewed him as the hottest guy you’ve ever met.
you again haven’t noticed that you were staring at him for far too long until this unknown man need to clear his throat and gently jab the stuffs to you once more. you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you quickly look away and mumbled quiet sorry for your bad manners and thank him for his help.
he only nodded in response before about to turn and resumed back on his way. you interrupted him first by calling out, “what’s your name?”
the man spare you a glance, evidently heard you, still he decided not to reply. making you frown and follow him, proceeding to ask him questions “hey, what’s your class? perhaps we’re on the same one, and with that perhaps-” he suddenly took a turn around the corner, consequence come in you almost tripped on your own feet. this time you managed to grab the wall, then run up to catch up to him. frowning, why is he gotta be so fast?
“hey! wait! you’re still new here like me right? how about we walk to our classroom together? i’m y/n by the way, and was about to head to class 1A. do you perhaps have any idea where-” it was as though all you babble was nix as the arrogant dude, you could call him, doesn’t seem to even give a damn.
but it’s alright, because it seems like he share the same destination as you. 1A label presented in front of you, and the stranger you met earlier already disappear by walking into the room before you can even registered what’s going on.
all your dreams, wishes, hopes, were right here. heart hammering hard in your chest, you felt your body slightly shook in both excitement and anxiousness as you slowly stride after that two colours haired guy.
and your whole life changed ever since.
you later learned by a group of girls you’ve been hanging out with, his name was todoroki. shototodoroki. your eyes and mind were already mindlessly trailing to the figure of him, far away from your friends voices, away from any other environment. he was scribbling something to his note. looking effortlessly so cool, so handsome.
and somehow you were tapping your lips. thinking of a way of trying to get close to him, what a stupid act. you just met him a week ago, but something about him already intrigued you this much??
“y/n. y/n, are you even listening?” mina’s voice snapped you out of your trance. you blinked a couple of times, regaining your attention back to her while searching for a suitable response.
“ah- sorry i got distracted, what was it again?” you lightly scratch your cheek, looking confused.
“are you perhaps interested in todoroki-kun, y/n-chan?” tsuyu pointed out, and uraraka nodded her head in agreement.
“yeah, we saw you were looking at him. is there anything going on between you two?” the browned tilted her head curiously, all the girls turn their head to look at you, too.
“nothing! it’s nothing really, i’ve just been wondering of… a way to…” you nervously switched your gaze anywhere and everywhere but their watchful eyes. trying your best to contain your blush.
“get closer to him…” you quietly whispered to them.
an ‘oooooo’ and squeals buzzed among them, and you have to cover your face up with a hand. glancing one last time at the person who caused all this, you felt your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was, coincidentally or not, looking at you too.
at lunch, all thanks to the efforts of those girls. makes you sitting beside him right now, finding it hard to get a grip of yourself. blushing like crazy, you can’t help but be a stuttering mess.
“i- uh uhmm- hey, not sure if you remember me. but i’m-”
“i remembered. you were that annoying girl who keep pestering me all the way to my classroom”
the statement make you shock a bit. no, very.
“don’t say that” your eyebrows bundled as you speak, “it’s quite a rude thing to say to someone you don’t know”
mismatched apathetic eyes locked with yours, no emotion showed on his expression as he simply answered, “and it’s also quite rude to keep bothering a stranger who obviously show no interest in being friends already”
his words sharp as a knife, you felt a heavy lump forming in your throat. “i’ll make you change you mind” your voice was quivering, but you were too hurt to care for that. “just you wait”
with that, you got up and marched off. heading straight toward the girl’s bathroom.
guess things always hurt when it’s right.
but being the super determined person you were. you still didn’t give up on the following days, or weeks, or months. the always failed attempts of trying to follow him, be close to him and getting to know him more.
despite each time the boy snapped and stabbed you with hurtful words, the very next day he’ll still find you sitting in his usual spot at the cafeteria. running to the front gate to wait and walk home together.
your girl friends are also behind all these scenes too, silently leaving only you and him to bring the notebooks to the teacher’s room saying they were “busy”. purposefully leave right away to give you two alone time, well not really since they stay at an appropriate distance watching, and when he hurt you again, they always make sure to be there comforting and encouraging you to never loose hope.
and perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because eventually the once unconcerned todoroki slowly start to warm up, especially after the u.a. sports festival.
“todoroki-kun~ may i join you for lunch today?” you jovially asked him, despite completely know the common incoming disinterested answer.
though today, much to your surprise, he merely nodded. you stared after him, baffled. and shoto turn his head back to you after a few steps, slightly tilting his head in confusion as if saying, 'what are you waiting for?’
speechlessly gaping, you cannot exactly describe the fluttering feeling in your stomach. 'aw fuck it’ you thought and quickly pursue after him.
that day was the first day you grasp the real meaning of the word 'hope’. all your friends jump and cheer for you afterwards when you return to them.
“cheers to y/n and her soon-to-be boyfriend!” hagakure sang while mina threw her arms around you, blathering nonstop how happy she was for you. laughing at how supportive they all were, as though he was already your s/o, but you must admit that you couldn’t ask for anything better.
from here on out, the former cold relationship between you and shoto seems to grow warmer, like winter slowly turn into spring.
time flies by faster than anyone could imagine, right now most of you guys already received provisional hero license. although todoroki and bakugou still have to go to a special course.
“sho-chann” you called for him late at night when you guys about to parted to your own rooms. “tomorrow’s your first day of the special course right? good luck!”
small smile cracked at your sweet encouragement, he mumbled a thank you. and you grinned back at him, afore, a soft kiss was planted wordlessly against your forehead.
for the 3rd, or 4th time or more counted, that he had made you surprised. although you didn’t get to say a word as he was already pacing away. leaving you brushing your fingers on where the kiss landed, still all fuzzy and blushing.
not to mention that he was smiling to you more often. directly. like after you guys watched some random movies, you deliberately tease him of 'how we should hang out more often’ while shooting him a wink. the stoic man’s upper lips were tugged up in response. and shockingly agreed to what you’ve just said.
HE. DID. SMILE. AT. YOU.
dear god, you weren’t imagining it.
it wasn’t until winter ran by did you confront him. mustering up all the courage you got, you have to say it, no matter what.
“oh, hey y/n” shoto greeted you, coming to meet as requested right outside the dorms. it was nighttime and the only lights available except the moon were from the lamp posts.
“hi sho-chan” you smile in return, nervously fidget with your fingers.
“so what’s up?” the half white red haired questioned curiously. taking silent note at your uneasy posture.
gulping, there’s no turning back now. “do you know that, if you’re confessing on the first snow. the higher chance that your crush’s response might be positive?”
a quizzical look contorted over his face. “really…?” he replied, touching the scarf swathing around his neck. “and what did that has to do with why you called me?”
“i-” you began, then stopped to purse your lips. suddenly snow was falling to your hair. your cheeks were flushed and a smoke flows from your mouth as the words slipped. “i think i like you, sho-chan”
silence settled over you both for a moment. his wide-eye gaze never leaving you, until you have to break it when it’s becoming rather uncomfortable.
“please say something…” you murmured embarrassingly while looking away. making the man clears his throat apologetically and answered.
“i appreciated the feeling you hold towards me, y/n” he paused for a moment, carefully pondering for the right sayings. “but i’m still not so sure of my own feelings yet… could you give me some time first?”
you felt your heart squeezed as he soon excused himself after that. slightly opening your mouth and blinking a few times in frozen position, feeling torn whether to feel sad or continue to stay hopeful.
so you waited. for days, weeks, months, you felt deja vu during so. here you are, waiting for slim chances that’s most likely end up with rejection by him already forgetting given prolong period.
even worse that any time you brought it up, it was always the same answer, 'please give me more time’.
yeah, for sure. but for how long, mr.todoroki?
sighing languidly at this on loop thought, you walk past your empty classroom, about to heading back to your dorm. or so you thought. as you came across an over-limit unexpected scene.
a scene that makes you want to take back the idea you once thought, that perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because it definitelyis.
“i- i think i have a crush on you, todoroki-kun!”
similar sentence. yet the person who say it is…
“don’t worry y/n-san” yaoyorozu soothingly rubbed your back, “i’m pretty sure he will see it soon someday” she said with a gentle smile. all the while offering herself to be a shoulder for you to cry on.
why her? why the person who used to always stick by your side?
whywhywhy?
right now you were only listening. but then you start creeping closer, trembling hand slowly crack the door open slightly, only enough to take a peek inside.
you regretted it before you even saw.
hands clutching her skirt. cheeks bashfully tinted red. she spare a second to push her loose soft looking black strands behind her ear and shifted her gaze. the sun was setting down out the window, giving the room beautiful pale red, orange, purple, and yellow light. what a romantic sight for sore eyes…
“i know you might not feel the same. and that it’s super inappropriate for me to confess to you even though you’re still in the middle of giving y/n-san an answer. i’m so sorry, but i really like you. i- i-”
no. no. no.
todoroki cuts her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. momo, without hesitation, promptly give in to the kiss and pull him closer. and he reciprocated by letting his hands roam over to her hips. before gently gripping them and angled his head to deepen the kiss.
your hands and blood run cold. you felt your whole body went numb as you have to bring a hand up to cover your broken sobs. trying your hardest to contain the… too late, the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. and you felt your heart wrench painfully at the sight before you. it was agonising really.
to learn that all your efforts were all for nothing.
and your body moves its way, out of control. the door was forcefully hauled open by you all of the sudden. startling the people inside, they froze abruptly before immediately pull away. shock, embarrassment and shame painted clear on their faces.
you still not dare to say a word, only tremulously stare at both of them while more tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.
they look as if they want to say something, but momo kept quiet and dropped her gaze to the ground. and the young man hesitated to reach his hand out to you, mouth in motion of gaping and closing.
“it’s not what you think, y/n… i can explain-”
“right now i do not want to hear it shoto” you clenched your hands into tight fists, and bit your lips as hard as you could.
“please excuse me” eyes cold and unreadable expression, you make a quick turn on your heels and stormed out. ignoring all the shouts and names calling for you.
“y/n i-”
“shut up!”
about a couple of hours later, you were in your room. shoto was also trailing behind you, wanting badly to apologise and make things up with you.
but to no avail, he only make you cry harder, angrier. to be specific.
“why didn’t you tell me in the first place shoto? why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t interested in me? so i didn’t have to hold hopes and wait for so long!?”
the guy went silent. regrets and guilt were heavy in his chest, and he could only flinched when you screamed “answer me!” in his face.
“i’m so sorry y/n…” was all he mumbled, tears todoroki didn’t know he was holding back starts to fall down.
you should’ve known.
you should’ve known of the fact why you always saw them together. getting along incredibly well even at the beginning where he was still cold towards you.
now you began to understand that gentle look on his face when he wipe the foam from the iced latte off her mouth. unintentionally linger his hand there far too long, that alone was enough to tell that the half white red haired adored her.
or when he was always willing to stay up late just to comfort and listen to her rambling all her overthinking doubts and problems. be there for her whenever she needs him and help her with everything he could…
something he never do for you.
ah,fuck this world.
fuck this cruel world.
“y/n i didn’t mean to…” the man look away. trying to find words for explanation. this is probably the first time you ever saw him like this. so vulnerable and lost.
his current state almost makes you want to forgive him, if what he’d done to you was something more forgivable.
“i-”
“no, don’t even waste time on elaborating. i should be the one who say sorry” his heterochromatic eyes immediately jump up to yours in surprised and confusion. even so you continued, “none of this was your fault, i was out of my mind. i’m sorry. it should’ve been your choice to choose who you want to be with”
wiping a hand over one of your teary eyes, you felt as if hundreds of knives were stabbing you. suffocating and agonising pain seeped through you over and over.
“y/n…”
you tried to bit back the huge waterfall and pent-up emotions that threatened to escape you anytime as you choked out the last words.
Request: Todoroki’s s/o gets hurt during the Overhaul Fight? Like they’re with Midoriya and get really hurt while trying to save Eri. And Todoroki is worried, pacing back and forth because his s/o was at Nighteye’s internship as well. When everyone comes back he just sees his s/o all bandanged up. Fluff at the end please!
A/N: I oddly enough haven’t written many imagines for our much beloved Shoto, I mean he’s my favorite character and there is so much potential. So I’m glad to be writing for him again. Even though I got this request forever ago, and have been putting it off.
Shoto had been very personally disappointed with himself when he failed his provisional license exam, it was a major setback to his goals and it was a bhumiliatinging to be one of the only two students who failed the exam. Now, he would have to take remedial courses to be able to retake the exam, and he would only get his license weeks, if not months, after his classmates.
It was in those moments of disappointment that he was glad to have (Y/N), who always knew when he was upset and how to make him feel better.
“You’re gonna catch up in no time,” she assured him, “and you said you felt bad for how you treated that super intense guy from Shiketsu during the recommendation exam. Now you have the chance to let him know the real you, and not the cold, dismissive person you were then.”
Shoto was resting on your lap, the way he always liked at the end of the day, with her hand absentmindedly tossling in his dual-colored locks. Truth be told, he was so relaxed he could only hear half of what she was saying.
“Was I really that bad?”
“Kinda, but you had your reasons,” (Y/N) explained, running her hand under his bangs and over the skin of his forehead, lightly over the burn skin of his left side. “And you’re amazing now, so you don’t have to worry about winning this guy over. You managed to win me over. I know you’ll do your best.”
Shoto felt better about his remedial courses now, he took (Y/N)’s words to heart, and was prepared to try his hardest to catch up to her and the rest of his classmates. And he didn’t have to do them alone, he would have Bakugou in those classes, even if they didn’t particularly get along with each other, and he would have a chance to reconcile with Inasa. And then he would come back to the dorms and get to tell her all about it. It would all be okay.
That was what he thought, however (Y/N) seemed to have other plans. While most of their classmates weren’t planning to do anything with their new licenses yet, a few of them decided to actually apply for work studies, and (Y/N) was one of them. She was going to the Nighteye agency with Midoriya and one of the Big Three, Mirio. Which meant he wouldn’t see her for long stretches of time.
He wasn’t upset. Or at least he tried not to appear so when he heard her and Midoriya talking excitedly about it. It was easy to cover up with his usual stoic expressions. Shoto didn’t know much about being a boyfriend, or anything about relationships in general, but what he had learnt was that being too possessive was frowned upon. He was happy for her to have this opportunity; in the same way that if he had his license, he would have done the work study as well, and he would have wanted the same support.
The issue was that between his remedial courses and her work study, he wasn’t sure when they would have time for each other after classes when they could actually spend time together for the next couple of weeks.
She held his right hand. He knew she would usually prefer the left side, it was warmer and people usually don’t like to hold cold hands. But it was still summer, even if it was starting to fleet somedays. They were sitting on one of the benches on campus right as they got out of class, somewhere private away from the dorm where they could just be with each other.
(Y/N) held his single hand in both of hers, letting his body temperature cool her from the hot sun and humid climate. One hand held his palm firmly, so it wouldn’t fall out of her grasp, and the other traced over his fingers and the backside of his hand absentmindedly. Shoto released all control to her, he didn’t care which hand she wanted to hold or how she did it, he just wanted her to keep holding his hand for as long as possible.
“It’s going to be okay,” she spoke, “it’s only for a little bit of time, and then we’ll both be back to normal when my work study is done and you get your license. We’ll still see each other at lunch and in class, and I’ll text you.”
Shoto didn’t know what to say. That he didn’t think it was going to be okay. That this wasn’t a little bit of time, it was going to be at least a month for your work study and he would notice that you were gone. And he would miss you.
Instead he said, “okay.”
Shoto had hated many versions of himself over the years, and now he hated himself in that moment too for once again being too inept to actually tell someone how he was feeling and instead swallowing it.
He should have said something, although he’s sure that wouldn’t have changed anything about either of their decisions, it would only lead to a fight. And Shoto would do anything to avoid getting into a fight. Why end up in a fight if he wasn’t going to get to see her anyways? At least this way she would be happy to see him when they could make time for each other.
For the first week, it was the way (Y/N) promised it would be.
Nothing was too different from how it used to be. At least, during the early hours of the days until they were done with classes. That remained unchanged. It was the time after their classes and during the weekends where the change became most evident, especially as the weeks dragged on.
At first she kept true to her promise to text him often. Shoto’s communication skills remained poor even when it text form, usually sending curt responses with unnecessarily formal structure and grammar. When he would be sitting in his dorm room, meant to be studying or socializing with his classmates, he was instead awaiting any news from (Y/N), as if she only existed on his phone. At first she would send long text messages with meaningful words of affirmation, and then with time, Shoto would get emojis that he didn’t understand.
And none of them were adequate substitutes for actually having (Y/N) there with him. No matter what thoughtful messages she could send that would have the same impact as when she just held his hand, or the way she looked at him. And the emojis of kissy faces only irritated him with empty promises.
Shoto began to feel as the weeks pass that the withdrawal is beginning to affect him more than just clinginess. Suddenly, Shoto will begin feeling jealous when he sees (Y/N) spending lunch with Midoriya, talking about their work study, and having to keep secrets surrounding it together. Shoto knows it’s wrong. He trusts both of them with his life, they are two of the most important people in his life, his partner and his best friend. But he can’t help but wish that he was the one who was doing the work study with her.
The days continue to pass, the messages have all but stopped, they have at least ceased to actually make him feel any better. Shoto just feels himself waiting around all day and wondering what she’s doing that she can’t talk to him about and what he isn’t allowed to ask about.
He would have liked to believe he was someone who could always compose himself with the utmost level-headedness and decorum. However, that would have been an untrue statement and he grew to regret his behavior.
“I’m sorry!” (Y/N) was out of breath and exhausted, unable to control her volume and she ended up screaming her apology. Shoto barely looked up at her from where he sat, using his spare time to write another letter for his mother. She placed her things down and closed the door. “I didn’t mean to be late.”
“And yet, you are,” he whispered.
(Y/N) heard him, he could see it in the corner of his eye. Her lips moved into a frown, his snippy comment hurt her, but she didn’t address it, trying to let it roll down her back and not sour their evening. Well, thirty minutes before lights out. She got down on her knees at sat across from him.
Shoto would have embraced her before, he would have let her hold him until she was forced to leave his room. Before they entered this period where things felt awkward between the two of them. (Y/N) was clearly feeling the same way, sitting across from him instead of nestling at his side. It had been this way, a result of the bitterness and neglect over the past few weeks.
Instead, he ignored her to remain focused on his note. She had left him waiting for more than an hour, sitting patiently like a dog waiting for their owner to come home. Now, he was doing something else and frustrated. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, either because he was too angry or afraid that looking at her would make his anger fade away and he would simply forgive and forget.
(Y/N) was quickly fed up with the silent treatment. “I didn’t do it on purpose. And I’m here now, so what’s the big deal? Come on, we only have a few minutes, I don’t wanna–”
“Then you should just go,” Shoto interrupted her. It slip out of his mouth without thought. But he knew that was how he felt in the moment. Shoto peaked up from his paper to see her expression. She was surprised with how blunt he was, and his words hurt her and she wasn’t unable to let them roll over her. (Y/N)’s lips quivered, as if she was going to say something, maybe argue with him.
Instead she rose to her feet. “Fine.”
Shoto hadn’t spoke to her since that exchange. Three days passed by without another word between them. Even with how busy they had both been recently, they had never gone a day without some form of communication. There were no more texts, they didn’t walk to class together, or sit together at lunch, and (Y/N) hadn’t returned to his room since he told her to leave.
In the moment, he had wanted (Y/N) to leave his room. He didn’t want to fight, and if she stayed that was exactly what they would have done. Shoto imagined he would get some rest and then wake up with all his frustrations gone and the two would return to the same state of bliss their relationship had always had. However, when he woke up the next morning and didn’t see any messages from her.
When he left for class, he didn’t think to go by her room. If she didn’t want message him, then he wasn’t going to bother to see if she wanted to walk to class together. And it continued like that throughout the day, into the next and the one after that. (Y/N) and Shoto ignored each other, as if not a month ago they weren’t attached at the hip.
It felt righteous to be angry at her for the first two days. Shoto argued with himself that she had been the one who was insensitive to his needs, that she was the one who should be apologizing to him. Even if he was the first one to push her away. Shoto bitterly joked about how pointless it would be to apologize if she would still not be able to spend time together for this last week. He told himself it didn’t matter.
And he believed that until the third day, when he realized how much harder it was to go from limited contact to no contact. How much those little messages mattered to him, and getting to hold her hand on the way to class. Being without it, caused a blackout to form in Shoto’s stomach and sent his mind spiraling, realizing what a jerk he had been.
How could he think he was right when he hurt her? Why was he trying to fool himself thinking he could make it a weak without her holding him— even just playing with his hair or holding his hand. Shoto hadn’t known how to be a boyfriend and now he was afraid that he had ruined everything. Could he even call himself her boyfriend if she haven’t spoken to him in three days? What if the reason you hadn’t spoken was because it was a breakup and he had lost her?
The third day was pure agony and what-ifs.
And on the fourth day, when you left bright and early for her last day of hero studies, Shoto decided he needed to know if he still had a girlfriend and beg for her forgiveness and plead for a second chance. Whatever it would take to set things right, the way that he wanted them to be. It as a simple message just asking to talk, and he struggled the rest of the day to figure out what he was going to say to her.
Shoto paced across his room, trying to say the words aloud. But even in the privacy of his dorm room, Shoto still felt embarrassed, as if he was making a fool of himself. Shoto couldn’t find any words, he hadn’t done much to confess the first time to (Y/N), truly she did the heavy lifting in that department. Shoto was more fond of buying her gifts or spending time with her. But that wasn’t going to get her back, Shoto needed to speak to her, all the apologies and begging she was owed.
But Shoto didn’t get a response. The hours passed through the day, and Shoto hadn’t gotten any answer to his request that they meet. In fact, she hadn’t even read the message yet. Was she really still ignoring him? Even when he made the first step. Was that how little their relationship meant to (Y/N).
The dual-haired boy fell onto his bed and forgot about planning some grand romantic gesture. Instead he stared at his phone waiting to see if she would ever read it, let alone respond to it. Shoto could feel the minutes pass into hours, waiting around for her.
By the afternoon, Shoto must have been moping and losing hope for his relationship with (Y/N) for hours, there was a knock at his door. It was light, but whoever was knocking kept banging, hoping to gain his attention. He would have ignored it, to continue enjoying his misery, but then a voice came from the other side. His classmate, Yaoyorozu.
“Todoroki, you have to come! There’s been an emergency!” She was speaking somewhat erratically, but she managed to keep her composure as befitting a leader. “It’s Midoriya, Uraraka, Asui, Kirishima, and (L/N)! There was a villain attack—!”
She didn’t even have to make it halfway through her sentence, the moment he heard (Y/N)’s name, he had thrown his phone away and ran to the door. He startled Yaoyorozu, but she looked understanding. She knew how much (Y/N) meant to Shoto.
“What happened?!” Shoto demanded, trying his best to restrain himself, “where is (Y/N)?! Is she okay?!”
“It’s on the news report,” she explained to him. “They didn’t mention anyone by name, but their hero agencies were mentioned to be involved. So, I assume that they were there. They have confirmed several injured but no casualties.”
Yaoyorozu had tried his best to assure him that everything was okay, trying her best to explain the situation from a rational perspective. But Shoto was beyond consoling or calming down. There was nothing that could do that besides being able to see (Y/N) in person and ensuring that she was safe. To hear her beating heart and feel the rise and fall of her lungs.
Shoto ran passed her, ignoring Yaoyorozu’s cries for him to calm down or to stop. He didn’t know where he was going, all he knew was that he was done sitting around. He had to go to her now. He figured if she was going to be anywhere, for better or for worse, it would be at the hospital. So, Shoto ran to the only hospital he knew. The one several of his classmates had been admitted to after the training camp incident.
Everything once he decided to go to the hospital felt like flashes. None of it entered his memory. One moment he was outside the dorms and the next he was entering a hospital lobby. There only remained one thought on his mind, and he would not be stopped by anyone or anything. He ran aimlessly, distressing many patients and nurses as he searched for a familiar face.
Eventually he found one, but not the one he wanted.
“Todoroki?” Midoriya asked, sitting on his hospital bed. “Are you okay?”
To be honest, he really wasn’t. His feet were burning and tired, he was loudly breathing through his mouth, and a thick veil of sweat covered his forehead. His heart was beating in his throat. And he was in worst shape on the inside. Shoto felt like the worst person in the world, he needed to see her, to apologize to her. He wouldn’t let himself rest until he knew she was safe.
“Where is (Y/N)?” was all he said in response.
Midoriya was startled, but processed the question and began mumbling an answer, “she’s down the hallway, she-”
Before he could finish, Shoto dashed down the hall in the direction Midoriya was pointing towards. He could hear Midoriya call his name, the same way. Yaoyorozu had, but both of them were just trying to get him to slow down when he didn’t want to. Maybe he would apologize for his rude behavior later, but that was in the back of his mind now. He swung his head right to left, looking through each door for a second while he sprinted down the hallway.
“Shoto?”
He ran past the door, before he managed to come to a stop. He hadn’t seen her, but that was unmistakably her voice. He took a few steps back until he reached the door, his eyes widened, unable to blink until he saw her sitting on the hospital bed with a small frown on her face and surprised eyes.
(Y/N) had some bandages on her wrist from a sprain and small cuts along her arm and across her cheek. Considering where she had been and what happened, she was pretty okay. She was just waiting to be discharged with the rest of her classmates and teacher. (Y/N) would be completely after a few days, maybe a few new scars would remain. But otherwise healthy and fine.
Shoto felt his heart fall from his throat to the bottom of his stomach. His tired legs used the last of his energy to cross the room, but collapsed to his knees once he reached her bedside. His arms wrapped around her waist as he buried his face into her stomach. He was sure his grip would hurt her more than any of her injuries, but he needed to feel her close and real, he couldn’t let go. His breathing became more erratic, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
(Y/N) placed one hand on the back on his neck, running it gently over his back. The other ran through his hair in the way he only let her. She tried her best to soothe his nerves. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here.”
He wanted to say something, but all he could do was breathe. Shoto hadn’t felt anything close to this feeling of panic since the high-end nomu attack. But those feelings paled in comparison. He felt as though he was going to die. No matter how hard he breathed, it still felt like there was no oxygen in his lungs. It took a long time for the intense fear of losing her finally left and he was able to loosen his grip and steadied his breathing.
“There you go. I’m proud of you.” She trailed her hand down to wipe a tear. He moved his face to rest on her hand, and all calluses and scraps on them.
He managed the smallest whisper, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she shook her head. “We’re okay.”
She pulled him up to his feet and brought him to lie on the bed with her. (Y/N) rested her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he remained focused on his breathing. For once he began playing with her hair mindlessly.
“I should have told you what we were doing,” she confessed, whispering those words into his chest, “I shouldn’t have let you worry like that. I can’t imagine how it must have felt when you saw all of that on the news, just like with,” she stopped before she could say the name, but he understood, “I wanted to tell you so badly. I’m so sorry I scared you like that, Shoto.”
Would he have done the same in her position? He supposed he would have if it was part of his hero study. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he responded, “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’ve been terrible.”
“You were hurt.”
“No, you could never hurt me,” he shook his head, wrapping her into a tight embrace. “The idea that something terrible could have happened to you and I wouldn’t be there to protect you is the only thing that could hurt me.” He felt his eyes begin to burn again, tears trailing down his face, “I should have have done better on the license exam, then I could have been there.”
(Y/N) sat up, looking at his red tear-stained face. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’re close to catching up now. And I’m gonna be sitting around for you, and then you’re gonna do great things and make me worry. And I’m gonna want to protect you too. So, we’ll just stick together, okay?”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he embraced her once again, taking a deep breath as all tension left his body. “Okay.”
tags:; shoto x reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of food
wc: 371
“Lovie can you hand me that.” You asked Shoto waving for the seasoning next to him.
Shoto didn’t move processing your words. He was internally getting giddy at the pet name. Warmth spreading through his chest at your words
Realizing that your hand was still empty you looked across the kitchen. He was completely spaced out.
“Sho. Earth to Sho.” You sang waving your hand to get his attention.
“Yes?” He blinked, the tops of his ears pink.
“Can you hand me that…” You repeated slowly. Being with Shoto for as long as you have patience was necessary with him.
He cleared his throat grabbing the bottle handing it to you.
“You okay?” You looked at him. He was all flushed. You learned very quickly that your boyfriend got flustered very easily when you were around. It was adorable that just your presence could make him so on edge. Especially when he was basically a monotone statue with everyone else.
“Yes.” He cleared his throat in reply trying to shield his face from your eyes dipping his face so all you could see was his split colored hair.
“Are you sure? You’re all red.” His ears were flushed red and his neck was matching in color
“Uh yes I just like when you call me that.” Shoto admitted with a shy smile.
“What? Lovie.”
“Yes.” He confirmed loving the feeling spreading throughout his chest. He loved the effect you had on him.
Shoto got up out his chair leaning over your shoulder to see what you were cooking.
“I know it’s not soba but we need to change it up so we don’t end up malnourished.” You explained leaning into him.
Shoto laid his head on your shoulder inhaling your scent.
“Thank you for cooking.” He cherished moments like this with you. He had such a rough childhood and never thought he could ever get as comfortable with someone as you. Not even able to reminiscing on what a mother’s love was. Domestic moments like this were so out of reach before and now Shoto couldn’t imagine anything different.
“No problem lovie.” You repeated smiling to yourself.
He smiled into your shoulder kissing your cheek wrapping his hands around your waist.
