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back from the dead to say todojirou rights its the most wholesome ship and it needs to be acknowledged more often
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okay but link RUNS to purah because he thinks that's where shouto's going to be except -
"the geoglyphs are our best guess at discovering where the princess is."
"link-"
"the princess. the person you're sworn to protect."
"a couple days is all im asking for. he's going to come back soon."
"yes, and I'll be here to greet him. you're a sheikah, your priority is the goddess' bloodline. act like it."
by the time link arrives, shouto is long gone. purah sends him off to the castle and the gaping wound in his chest deepens.
#botw#totk#bnha#mha#link totk#botw link#todoroki shouto#link/shouto#im back#kinda#never doubt that theyre always on my mind tho#im just.#i was very busy weeping over the barbie movie and studying but link/shouto is a way of life and im committed#crackship#my most beloved of crackships#they WILL meet#only to be torn away from one another again#saving the world and missing our friend and wanting nothing more than to curl up together and sleep#that's the entire story
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Also did you know Fuyumi was the one who told Natsuo to follow his dream and go to college and not worry about home affairs? She also encouraged Shoto to go to Yuuei and follow his dreams and become a hero. Fuyumi is the best sister 🥺🥺🥺
is this canon? i can't find it anywhere?
but anyway my version of fuyumi is. hm. both a very good sister and not a really good one. it's how i prefer to write her/think about her, a good sister when she lets herself be but so chained in the idea that enji might become better that she unconsciously hurts her brothers sometimes. and it's not that it makes her a terrible person, because that's just her way of moving forward and she should be allowed to be a person instead of just someone's sister, but it's certainly a sore point for them to try and get over together.
she's a study in trauma and mistakes and endless affection too, it's honestly really interesting to write about.
also horikoshi can try and destroy my "fuyumi was shouto's mother figure" as much as he wants im not giving it up.
(don't even want to discuss canon fuyumi at this point in time i do not trust her with my boy)
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making up my own fuyumi rn because lord knows the actual todoroki family has been disappointing me lately (never shouto ofc)
it's summer and i'm once again thinking about what it means to be siblings. where one ends and the other starts, where the memories blur together and you're not quite sure which of you did what because there's a certain point in your childhood where your siblings are extensions of your own body, of your own mind. maybe it lasts. maybe it doesn't.
but it happened, nonetheless. we were there.
and how confusing it is, to be the last one home. when everything's silent and the spaces they used to fill are empty and they're a phone call away but it's just not the same and the words seem to die in your mouth, melting on your tongue with the distinctive taste of loneliness.
it's not going to be the same, ever again.
and so. how hurtful, for fuyumi, to have all but raised that child. to have been shouto's only female figure. and to wake up one day and help him pack his bags and watch him walk away. watch him live somewhere else, eat at another table and sleep in a bed she's never made, somewhere that fuyumi has never touched. somewhere they've never existed together.
(how do other people go through life as one? I've been four and then everyone told me i should be three but how do you do that? how do you move past your sibling? i'm four, still. i don't know how to be anything else.)
how awful. how awful to know that they're gone. both of them. how terrible, to be cooking and cleaning only to stop. suddenly aware of the silence. suddenly aware, i'm the only one home.
(i still cook too much food, i still pack it away neatly. i still think you'll come home for lunch. because how could you not? i was born knowing you. how am i supposed to understand your absence?)
it's summer and there's fresh fruit in the kitchen and no one to eat it with me. i used to count every piece so that we could share them fairly. used to think one, two, three, four, five, six so it's two for each of us.
(they need to be cut in smaller pieces. there's not enough for the four of us. except.)
count every last slice with too sticky fingers, so that they won't whine that you got more. and then share it. share every last bite because you've never known a world where fruit was eaten all by yourself.
it's summer and you've never known a world where your siblings aren't by your side.
(it's summer and fuyumi is the last one home. there's fruit, sitting on the counter, and she can't bring herself to reach for it. it's too much, it's far too much for just one person.)
#bnha#mha#shouto todoroki#fuyumi todoroki#todoroki family#can you tell this was both because of fuyumi and simply because i miss my sister#ive never been just one person before#it hurts#so i pushed it on fuyumi#natsuo todoroki#todoroki touya#it's a forever kind of pain#how beautiful and how painful it is to have siblings#(i have a brother too but the shit is still home it's just that he's the youngest)#and taking care of him and making fun of him by myself is. devastating actually.
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saw new leaks i hate them all they dont deserve rights and they certainly dont deserve shouto
im lowkey a simp for dabi ill admit that.
but shouto not being included in that last panel from the leaks? them possibly leaving shouto behind?
im so mad im praying on dabi's downfall
#bnha#mha#shouto todoroki#todoroki shouto#todoroki family#wont even TAG those ugly mfs#they dont deserve it#ill cool down sometime soon maybe#but rn my anger burns with the strength of a thousand suns#was literally eating dinner and i got so angry i literally cant eat anymore#DISGUSTING#them literally putting every single fucking burden on shouto's shoulders#and then NOT GIVING A SINGLE SHIT about his well being#im so fucking angry rn#i cant function properly i need to punch them myself
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WHAT A HAPPY FUCKING DAY
#hes DEAD#FUCK YEA#roki's italian#BUT U DONT HAVE TO BE TO CELEBRATE HIS DEATH#ROT IN HELL#silvio berlusconi dying is truly a gift from life itself#before anyone starts#guy was a pedo#accused of fraud#and working with the mafia#so u know#NATIONAL HOLIDAY
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haha yes i watched zerocalcare's new goofy sociopolitical cartoon and i did NOT angrily ugly cry almost the entire way through at the way it portrays the utter complete loss of any perspective in life for young generations, the sense of powerlessness in front on the indifference of most, the criminalization of immigrants and political militants, and the way some of the poorest strata of the population is getting absorbed by a rising neofacist movement that's spurred along by the institutions.
#roki's italian#zerocalcare#questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo#i need to post a bit more about this listen#idk italian ppl online and ive got no one to talk about this with#im coping like this#barely#its just#a punch in the gut to watch#so very familiar and so very hurtful at the same time#goddamn funny too
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just saw someone say that they cant read/watch mha because it's not about shouto and they wouldn't be able to deal with everything else taking the spotlight and honestly? realest thing i've ever heard theyre 100% right and they should say it
#bnha#shouto todoroki#mha#there's not nearly enough attention on my boy in this manga#and i cope with it using rarepairs and crackship that center around him#idk what its like to care about everything going on in mha#im here for the todoroki family but mostly shouto lets be honest#idc about anyone else#its just how it is#haven't got the energy for anyone thats not my favourite boy
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i think every character in mha should canonically look at shouto and hug him and think about how much he does not deserve everything that's ever happened to him because he's Best Boy
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but wasteland baby is 100% link/shouto
#bnha#mha#shouto todoroki#botw link#totk link#loz#link/shouto#nonverbal boyfriends#yes im listening to hozier and crying over not having tickets why do u ask
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in a week by hozier is everything i imagine todojirou to be so. just keep that in mind.
#bnha#mha#shouto todoroki#kyouka jirou#todojirou#listen#just#when it goes “ill be home with you”#loving one another enough that dying by each other's side is just another way theyre together#they're tender and in love#and each other's home#and in a very dangerous line of work so u know
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you know what? Life is really about eating fruit and sitting in the sun or snuggled up in a blanket and listening to music and laughing at a silly joke and looking at the sky and stars and moon and sharing stories and just breathing
#you're alive because you were meant to live and nothing else#anything you do with that is your choice but#what you're really “meant” to be doing is simply living#smelling flowers and walking barefoot and sharing food with your friends and breathing the fresh air after a storm#it's a beautiful thing actually#and also#todojirou core#thank you and goodbye
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you know those poems and quotes about sharing oranges with one another? that use it as a representation of love? that's exactly how i see todojirou. so, as someone that grew up in a place where people don't know how to say "i love you" but will peel your fruit and cut it in halves for you, let me tell you more about them
nothing ever stays the same. it's futile to try and change that, so Shouto doesn't try. he's broken enough nails, teared them out by holding onto things that weren't his to keep. his hands are bloody and dirty and he doesn't think he's strong enough to do it again, anyway.
he learned to eat fruit as it is, biting into it peel and all, never quite taking his eyes off of it in fear that it, too, might be taken from him. quick and efficient and starving. it tastes like dirt and gets stuck in his teeth but he's so glad to have it at all, so thankful to be sated for a while that he can't bring himself to care.
kyoka's the opposite. everything changes but some things are hers, always, and she's never felt the need to dig her nails deep in an effort to keep them. her hands are clean, gently holding all the things that make up who she is - all that her parents have given her and all that she has made for herself.
she never quite learned how to peel fruit, someone else used to do it for her, and her movements are stilted and awkward still. she takes small bites, savouring the sweetness. fruit is the end of the meal, after all, and she's almost full just by looking at it.
they move in together a year and a half after graduation. early sunlight streams into their small kitchen and kyouka's just coming home, tired after a night patrol took a turn for the worst. shouto's sleeping, the house is quiet and still, and there are oranges on the counter. the bowl is cracked and badly painted, splashes of yellow and light blue mixing in some places (shouto made it in a pottery class he took with his mom. it's not quite round and not quite perfect and it fits nicely between all their mismatched dishware), and it's so full that a couple of oranges have fallen out.
she'd like to sleep, would love nothing more than to sink into his arms and rest, but. there's a cracked bowl on the counter and blue sneakers near the door and a slice of strawberry shortcake in the fridge (his favourite, from fuyumi. purposefully left in the red dish. hers.) and the love of her life is asleep in their bedroom and maybe she's so tired she's gone a little hysterical but.
she's so full of love and safety and purple and blues and all those not quite perfect things are just so overwhelming.
she peels three oranges, cuts up strawberries and picks a couple cherries for good measure, and leaves them by his usual seat, brews some tea and pours it in the mug by the sink (the one with calico kittens playing with a roll of blue yarn on it, a gift from uraraka). adds a couple eggs to the pan and almost burns the toast.
and then she feels awfully silly, looking at it. its unbalanced, not a good breakfast for their kind of work. certainly healthier than the cereal he seems to prefer, though. but shouto won't be up soon on his own, the tea and eggs will go cold and-
"for me?"
every anxiety she'd been nursing disappears. strong arms wrap around her waist and shouto leans down to press a kiss to her head, nuzzling her hair gently.
"thank you, baby. you shouldn't have."
"i know," she huffs, "i'm exhausted, i wasn't thinking."
"yeah? how about we share it? and then i can tuck you into bed."
"i dont need to be tucked-" she protests.
"of course not. but last night was scary and i would like to do it."
"alright then."
they walk to bed slowly, leaning on each other - last night was scary. for both of them. too many close calls, too many times where she'd thought she wouldn't make it home. the horror of it had been put in the background after he'd called her, after she'd convinced him to rest instead of coming to help her with the paperwork. it's back in full force now, and she's so grateful that his arms are around her because she's not sure she'd make it without crashing to the ground without them.
shouto stays by her side, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks, all throughout the morning. only gets up to retrieve the breakfast she'd prepared.
kyoka's too comfortable to ask him about going to work and, as he bites through a piece of orange and holds out another towards her, he doesn't really seem to care either.
#bnha#shouto todoroki#mha#kyoka jirou#kyoka jirou/todoroki shouto#todojirou#mha rarepair#theyre my babies and i love them#coming out of my todojirou silence to counteract all the shouto/link that's been happening lately#on my “shouto calls kyoka baby” agenda#favourite rarepair hands down#todojirou fruit as a love language is here finally#as clumsy as ever but its Here
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dropping into rarepair hell and seeing your mutual in the kudos/bookmarks like
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link also deserves good angst and im all for equal opportunities
the world is a blur, every motion too fast for link to comprehend. he needs it to stop, needs a moment to breathe, needs everything to just slow down.
it wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be over.
and yet. he's camping on an island in the sky after losing his right arm. going to find a shrine, again.
and shouto's somewhere under all of these ruins, alone.
it was never supposed to be like this again.
he wonders how shouto will react to his right arm, wonders if he'll be disgusted - if his last time running his fingers through red and white strands was a week before, on the morning he left.
it's even worse, that link knows he won't care. he should. shouto should care about what touches him - what dirties him. he never did, though, and maybe that's just another thing that drew them together. no matter how filthy and unworthy link may be, shouto's never been afraid of his touch. had always known how to clean both of them from their mistakes.
history's repeating and his love is alone, sleeping in their bed without link to keep him warm - keep him grounded, far away from those old childhood nightmares.
and link is here, camping in a field like he was years before, when everything kept ending. alone. with only the memory of shouto to keep him going, trying to catch the faintest wisps of his scented soap in his own too long hair.
he's been here for a couple days, he thinks, but he might've slept more.
so much more.
the thought is chilling, enough on its own to haunt his dreams. nevermind that he'd seen what was nothing more than a skeleton wake up and zelda fall into an abyss with him - shouto, growing old and brittle in an empty house, surrounded by malice. golden light shining out of his reach. or. shouto, growing old and brittle with some unnamed man at his side. the one he'd called love in his youth reduced to nothing more than a half forgotten memory.
he should be more scared, maybe. but there's just so much exhaustion and loneliness that he doesn't have the energy for anything else. it'll change. or it won't. or it'll keep growing and growing, getting bigger for every moment he's here.
every moment spent alone when there used to be someone at his side, when for so long he'd thought he'd get to have it - get to have shouto, everyday for the rest of his life. that he'd earned it, they both had. that there was a reason for his first failure, after all. because there was no shouto, a hundred years in the past, and surely there couldn't be a world where they weren't meant to be each other's home.
there couldn't be a world where cool hands weren't meant to hold his own, where his own nightmares weren't meant to be soothed by shouto's sleep soft voice and gentle affection.
there couldn't be a world where he was left empty in the aftermath of the end.
but there is, maybe. he's living in it right now. hylia is a benevolent goddess until there comes a time for her hero and her princess to rest, apparently.
red and white dance at the edge of his vision, just barely out of sight every way he turns. the echo of a warm voice in the chill night air. sleep now, love, you've been too tired for too long. he doesn't stop turning, still. desperate for every sign - every delusion - that might bring him home.
he doesn't sleep, too afraid of what he might find waiting for him there.
#totk#botw#mha#bnha#shouto todoroki#link botw#link totk#loz#link/shouto#nonverbal boyfriends#my most beloved of crackships#companion piece#can u believe it i said soon and it was actually soon#i am once again apologising for this being Barely Passable#i need to get back into writing
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only the finest beginning of totk angst for my boy
when link disappears, everything stops.
the ground is crumbling under shouto's feet and purah's hands are cold where she's holding his arm - holding him up, he recognises absently, she's holding him up. good. he doesn't think he'd be able to stand alone right now.
zelda's gone, too, and it's priority.
for the sheikah and the new guards and everyone really. she's priority but, even as he searches for her in the castle ruins, link's the only thing in his mind.
it's selfish.
no one's saying anything but purah and impa have been side eyeing him from the very first day, clearly disapproving of his behaviour. he can't fault them, as much as he wishes he could - serving the princess, the goddess' bloodline, is a sheikah's duty. an honour. and zelda's a friend, a cherished one, for all their differences.
but shouto's tired and the world's ending again only this time there's no link to keep him grounded and. awful loneliness is beginning to creep up on him. loneliness and anger, in equal measures.
they'd done it. they'd reached their happy ending.
so why, why couldn't it stay?
it's too close to what it used to be.
he takes his meals in an empty house, eating whatever he can find and put together - it's burnt and tasteless and nothing like link's homemade meals, nothing like the honey candies and pies he'd bake to sate shouto's sweet tooth. nothing like breakfast, left on the table besides a small bouquet of wildflowers. pretty, aren't they? just for you, both the persevering weeds and sweet smelling blooms. nothing like the warmth that used to fill every space, here, in what was once a home.
shouto searches endlessly for them. only to come home to complete silence and curl up in a too big bed by himself - there used to be someone else, here. an arm thrown over his waist, blonde hair splayed on their pillows. good morning, beloved. gone now.
he wishes he could forget, in his weakest moments. that he could forget all that he had, so he wouldn't have to live with the loss of it. so that he wouldn't know any better, wouldn't know love and home and family - wouldn't know how sweet someone's name can be and how lovely it would feel to give himself to someone and be gifted all that they are in return.
so the gaping wound in his chest, festering and ugly and crying out for link, would finally close.
he doesn't dream. he's grateful for that, if nothing else.
#bnha#mha#loz#botw#totk#shouto todoroki#botw link#totk link#link/shouto#link/todoroki#nonverbal boyfriends#crackship turned not so crackship#hello im back (momentarily)#im RUSTY#i apologize#this is the best i can do rn#ill do better next time hopefully#link companion piece coming soon?? (possibly)
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