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@dynmghts asked:
katsuki had spent some time deliberating on what to get shoto this year; he didn't want it to be impractical, and he didn't want to be shown up by the others in what they get themselves. competitive, unyielding - katsuki wants it to be known that he did it better than everyone else.
so, katsuki begins his early morning start with hand-making shoto's favourite food from start to finish. cold soba is, theoretically, very easy, and it would've been easy enough to use store-bought soba noodles, but that was diminishing the value of this meal. he spends the extra time making them by hand - and they looked pretty damn good, too - before finishing the meal preparation and setting it up in a bowl.
besides the meal, katsuki had a few tangible gifts prepared for shoto, all neatly boxed and wrapped with a meticulous approach - because why the hell would he stop at just one? [ because of course, he's resolved to outdo everyone this year. ]
"right." katsuki guides poor shoto to the nearest surface, pushing him down by the shoulder so he might sit down. "sit down, shut up, take this." and with a little more grace, the blond hands over the cold soba he'd made, brushing off his hands. "eat. gimme a second, and don't move."
it takes him less than a few minutes to leave and return with the multiple gifts he's prepared for shoto, placing them down next to the other with a huff. "there." a pause. he supposes he's missing the most important thing - he hands over an envelope with a card inside, absent of fanfare, but with clear and precise handwriting. [ it's obvious that katsuki has put plenty of care into everything he's done leading up to this moment / the card wishes shoto well, says a courteous happy birthday, and despite its haste, there is a clear signing of katsuki's name at the bottom. ] "if anyone says they did better, i bet they're fucking lying."
and the gifts themselves? in one, katsuki opted for a pair of chopsticks, which katsuki got custom-made to mimic shoto's hero costume. there are a few other bits and pieces - a gift card for a place with good soba, some tools to help with different areas of training, even bits of hero merchandise ... [ because he knows that shoto is a quiet fan of all might, and the merch is subtle enough. ] ... but the most expensive of the lot was pretty evident.
and thus his final, and best gift, is a weighted blanket; deep blue in colour and very heavy, its tag indicates it as one of the more expensive and well-trusted brands, and its overall feel is meant to be warm and welcoming. he spent the longest trying to decide if shoto would even like it. [ but, in the end, he said fuck it and did it anyway. ]
"happy birthday... or whatever." / i'm sorry this is so long but happy bday shoto!
If Shoto hadn't checked his phone early in the morning, head still in a haze, wondering what the unusual number of messages was for, he wouldn't have remembered what day it was. Among everyone who wanted to wish him for his birthday, his friends and family, his father's contact made it on top of the list, desperate same as all his efforts to make up for the parent he had been. Bitter was the feeling the boy woke up with, and it was once again the same man's fault. Shoto had no plans to pay this day any attention — he had long given up on the idea of celebrating, and even if he recently had chosen to change (rebuild himself from scratch), remnants of the past, of memories he didn't want to recall connected to this day, made his expression more sour than usual, resembling the one he used to wear at the beginning of the school year.
That was, until he met with crimson gaze, welcoming in its own way, and with a promise he couldn't yet explain.
Silently he took seat as forced, eyes falling on the meal meant for him, already struggling to understand why the blond had gotten in this much trouble for him, for a day that held no actual special meaning (especially not for Katsuki, and neither for Shoto, having learnt to ignore it after years of disappointments). He didn't wait for long before he joined his hands in front of his chest, thanked him, and started eating. Perfectly made to his liking, resembling the cooking of his mother, the taste of it brought back forgotten memories of comfort. There was no way he could enjoy cold soba made by someone else's hand ever again. Could this have been his goal from the start?
His favorite meal so deliciously made was more than he could ever ask for, yet when the other came back carrying presents (like a second santa, only that he was harder to believe, even if the real deal), with his mouth full he stared with confusion at the gifts offered. All those couldn't be for him, right ? He was supposed to choose one of them, right ? Instead of answering his questions, the card given added to them. Shoto wasn't meant for such extreme kindness.
Couldn't Katsuki see it, him who saw through everything?
Many of their classmates appreciated him more than he deserved ( he wasn't being insecure, perfectly aware he hadn't earned their appreciation, hadn't yet tried hard enough to be worthy of all their friendship ), Katsuki being the last he expected to hear him wish for his birthday.
The gifts presented to him made his head momentarily blackout — overload, too much information for him to process. If he tried to count the gifts Shoto had received from the very beginning of his life to this day (christmas included), he wouldn't count as many as the ones the blond had prepared.
How heroic of Katsuki, as if trying to make up for the letdowns of many years — as if trying to erase all the memories that kept Shoto awake at nights with this blanket.
When he got his hands on it, Shoto stared at it for a long while, before burying his face on it. Awkward was the sight of him, to anyone who didn't know him well. The feel of the blanket, he wanted to test, sleep being his biggest comfort ( had Katsuki noticed? ), even if often a challenge. His comfort, when all his days were focused on training alone, and sleep was his only time for rest — his only escape. It was soft, warm, and heavy ( just like the feel the blond gave him whenever they spent time together ). A perfectly chosen gift, matching them both.
His presence alone was a gift. Somehow, Shoto's luck seemed to have changed. From spending the biggest part of his life lost in the darkness, suddenly surrounded by such warm light he'd be, heart-warming, an inexhaustible source standing before him, allowing him to stay close. How lucky . . .
Katsuki had won his bet, long before Shoto's birthday came. For being the only one who'd make him smile with ease, when for long he had forgotten how. For easing him through all his anxieties, with his raw honesty diminishing them to their actual value. For showing him how to care deeply, when he'd once look down upon everyone.
Still learning to give voice to his heart, overwhelmed by excitement he'd find no words to describe his feelings. It was happening more often these days, the more his heart opened up to emotions unknown, the harder he worked to understand himself, but mostly to understand those he cared for. ❝ I have no words. ❞ Maybe the truth was the answer. Katsuki would forgive him, wouldn't he? He was the same after all, relying on actions rather than words. Shoto's face had changed color to a deep shade of red, unfamiliar as he was to be treated with such care.
❝ Thank you. ❞ For caring. For being his dear friend. ❝ This is the best. ❞ The best of presents. The best of birthdays. ❝ You're a wonderful friend. ❞
#( i knowww this is crap butttt i didn't wanna post this too late. also i'm really rusty )#( will improve i swear )#( thank you for the most wonderful ask i cherish your kats so damn much )#dynmghts#—❃ thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#—❃ ic | look properly at who you want to become!#—❃ tba. ft. bakugo katsuki.#—❃ tba. shoto & katsuki.#—❃ dynmghts (katsuki) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide
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continued thread with @ofdetonation ( moving to beta editor )
Change. If there was a word to describe the last year, that'd be change. With All Might's retirement, society as a whole was introduced to a new era. Heroes and citizens alike, would come to face a reality different from what they've known their entire lives. Yet for Shoto, change had a more drastic meaning. Change within himself, the way he perceived the world. Years of stagnation, of succumbing to trauma, of open wounds rotting and poisoning him, brought him to the starting line of years he needed to catch up, of discovering who he wanted to become. Change who he was, for severed bonds to heal, for his heart to find peace. Change his life, the life of his loved ones, and those who needed him, for this being the essence of being a hero.
An air of change Katsuki carried as well, invisible to him so far.
A mystery the blond was, and so were his intentions. Shoto was naturally curious, but rarely impatient. The importance this matter seemed to hold, the lack of clues, the urgency. Bakugo's feelings lingered in the air, affecting Shoto as well, as he led the way to his dorm room. Come to think of it, was it the first time the other would pay a visit? Opening the door, Shoto walked in. He knelt to take seat on the tatami floor, gesturing for him to join him if he wished. “ What is it, you wanted to tell me? ” Was it concerning their studies ? Their common struggle of catching up to the rest of their classmates?
#ofdetonation#( sorry for taking this long! )#( lol i still plan on replying on older stuff tbh sorry )#( this is the best tysm i'm so excited for them! )#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— main | no matter how hard the world pushes against me — within me there’s something stronger (something better) pushing right back#—× ft. bakugo katsuki.#—× shoto & katsuki.#—❃ ofdetonation (katsuki) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide
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continued ask with @ofstowaways 's Uraraka Ochako
trusting in shoto is probably one of the easiest things ochako's ever done. he sometimes understands her on levels she doesn't even yet understand about herself, and somehow, like now, he always knows just the right thing to say.
his words touch her, and ochako catches herself smiling, even if it's to herself. " thanks, todoroki. i always have, and i always will. " she lifts her gaze to his briefly. there's a bright warmth within it before she stands at his side and holds out her hand. " wanna go for a walk before it gets too late? it's a nice night out! besides, there's this mochi spot around the corner-- and it's so yummy! you'll love it! ... they have pocky~ too! "
In moments like this, where their hearts were lain in plain sight, where their feelings were too strong to hold back, Shoto could only stare in awe, whether it was regret and sorrow, or confidence and joy he'd observe. Even the brightest of lights could falter. What he could only do, was to provide the comfort she needed, in order to find the strength to light up once again. Comfort he had only recently accepted resting within himself, the essense of the hero he wanted to become. One to ease people's hearts.
Watching her return to her normal self gave him relief. Often he struggled with words, not having the gift others had in speaking his mind. She was his friend and he wouldn't want to let her down. The proposal though, caught him off guard. “ Sure, ” was his answer, even if he didn't understand everything of what she said. “ To think of it, I hadn't mochi in a long time. ”
#( they are so so cute! )#( love them )#( thank you! )#ofstowaways#— (tag tba) bnha.#— (tag tba) continued ask.#— (tag tba) thread.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) uraraka ochako.#— (tag tba) ochako & shoto.#— (tag tba) uraraka ochako (ofstowaways).#( thread number tba )
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continued ask with @burnrite 's Todoroki Toya
[ ask ] - for receiver to ask sender about their scar/s
Truthfully.. Touya didn’t really know much about Shoto. He had been so focused on hating him that he never spent time catching up on his activities beyond that of being Endeavour’s favourite child soldier – though such thoughts were “bad” to have, or whatever the nurses tried to spoon feed him at the hospital. His therapist was way better.
It still hurt to move around plenty, but he had been graciously discharged once he could perform many functions independently without too much strain. He fidgeted, the silence unbearing for him even as Shoto sat not too far away. Sometimes, Touya preferred to retreat inwards, quite and reclusive, and just be alone with his own company even if he was with others.
“Did Enji give you that one?” he gestured to the scar on the side of his face, finally piping up. “– I always assumed that he did during training. Doubt you scarred yourself up. Promise I’m not trying to write another hit piece against him. Just curious.”
He might not be actively fighting against Enji, but his first blog he’d been allowed to have had been shut down because of his rather .. violent language towards his father. So now his internet usage was monitored and he kept a paper diary instead. Lame.
They were strangers. The truth was that, no matter how cruel. Unaware if his presence was bothersome to the other, Shoto remained silent next to his brother. He had chosen to remain by Toya's side, no matter what his feelings were for him. Not giving up on him, no matter the circumstances. Even if his feelings of hatred never faded, if he could ensure a future for him, one where pain and anguish would no longer rule his life, then he'd give his all. Because before becoming the hero he dreamt of, he'd have to save his family first.
His words caught him off guard. For some reason, it never crossed his mind that Toya didn’t know. There were many answers he could give, to avoid this certain question. Only because he would have wanted her to be there, in this kind of conversation.
“ It was mom that did. ” It was about time they could speak of these matters, at least to one another. Their mother had already started to move on. It was them, to have fallen behind. “ It happened a few months after you died. ” His supposed death, had been the trigger to drive them all insane. “ She threw boiling water on my face. Because she couldn't stand to look at my left side. ” When Shoto furiously blamed his father for the incident, he could easily speak of the details. It was difficult for him now, to elaborate any further. But for Toya to heal, Shoto had to show him his own closed wounds. “ It wasn't her fault. She wasn't in her mind. ” Your left side is unsightly. She had confused him for his father, same way Toya felt for all these years. “ Mom had to endure so much for so long until she no longer couldn't. Like you couldn't. ”
#( sorry it took so long! >.< )#burnrite#— (tag tba) thread.#— (tag tba) bnha.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) todoroki toya/dabi.#— (tag tba) todoroki toya (burnrite).#— (tag tba) shoto & toya.#— burnrite | 001#tw: trauma#trauma tw#tw: parental abuse#parental abuse tw
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reposting from here / withsorrowandregret — Midoriya Izuku
There was no helping it. “ I know. ” A gentle smile would escape him, when staring at his concerned friend’s face. “ I overheated, but I’m slowly cooling down. ” A more honest answer this time. Emerald, caring eyes he couldn’t resist, had forced him to rephrase. With him, Shoto couldn’t be anyone else but himself. Not stronger, more brave, or confident than he was.
Selfish to his selflessness he’d be. Stubborn to the end, the concern written on his loved ones’ faces never making a difference. Only feeding his vision of perfection, trapping him into becoming someone he wasn’t meant to be. Midoriya wasn’t perfect. His flaws made him the hero he was. Flaws he failed to recognize or accept, flaws he’d think of as weaknesses when these were what made Deku. The tears he’d shed on the battlefield that could move one’s heart, his helplessness that’d motivate one to action, his shaking heart that’d inspire towards facing one’s fear. Yet, what was so clear to Shoto, Midoriya couldn’t see, blinded by a dream Shoto failed to understand. So he’d watch, unable to be of any use to him. How cruel, to watch one self-destruct for your sake.
“ I don’t think we are needed here. ” Normally, if it only had been him, he’d help with the evacuation no matter the state he was in. But right now, knowing his friend, knowing he had gone past his limits, he had to think for both of them, as if they were one. And when one couldn’t continue, both would stay behind. “ I’ll call my old man. ” His first thought, was to call Mr. Aizawa, but they had troubled him enough times already. Even if his father would overreact like he always did, he’d choose him over worrying their teacher. “ He’ll take care of the rest. ”
#withsorrowandregret#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— main | no matter how hard the world pushes against me — within me there’s something stronger (something better) pushing right back#— midoriya izuku | what's a soulmate? well a soulmate is like a best friend but more. it's someone who you carry with you forever#— izuku & shoto | it's the person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would#— withsorrowandregret | look at the stars — look how they shine for you and everything you do#— izuku & shoto (withsorrowandregret) | for you i'd bleed myself dry — don't you know i love you so?#—× withsorrowandregret | 001#—× repost.#— queue | time spent healing is not wasted time
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— todoroki rei | i can't look back in anger; my mother loved me before she didn't. which means the mistake must have been me
#— todoroki rei | i can't look back in anger; my mother loved me before she didn't. which means the mistake must have been me#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them#— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom
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— ic | look properly at who you want to become!
— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph
— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them
— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom
— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?
#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them#— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom#— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?
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— ic | look properly at who you want to become!
— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph.
— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them.
— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom.
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— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?
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#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph.#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) quotes.#— (tag tba) aesthetic.#— (tag tba) music.#— (tag tba) dashboard commentary.#— (tag tba) dashboard game.#— (tag tba) wishlist.#— (tag tba) open starter.#— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?#— (tag tba) memes.#— (tag tba) queue.#— (tag tba) reference.#— (tag tba) saved.#— (tag tba) favorites.#— (tag tba) thoughts.#— (tag tba) ooc.#— (tag tba) navigation post.#— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom.#— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them.
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plotted starter with @txnatiuh-etc / Todoroki Enji & Todoroki Shoto
tw: abduction, torture, memories of child abuse
Never had Shoto imagined, he'd be grateful for all the hardships in his life. For the harsh training he was forced to undergo as a child, for the times he had nearly lost his mind, for having known pain and despair from a young age. As if prepared for a moment like this, as if protected, having built resilience for this tragedy. Battles of endurance weren't his strong point, his father having noticed from the start, working with him to make sure, he could withstand anything. Still, far too many times Shoto had broken, each time collecting his pieces, putting himself back together, and continuing in the path he had chosen for himself, whether it was revenge, or healing. Would it be the same this time as well? When the first cracks had made their appearance?
His mind would wander to where his loved ones were, to his family and friends, desperately clinging to the everyday life he had parted with. The life at the U.A. dormitories, the garden of his house he hadn't tended for a while, his mother's pained smile, the satisfaction of taking another step closer to his dream. Minutes had turned to hours, hours to eternity, and in that eternity Shoto patiently waited, when these memories slowly begun to fade, along with his ability to think. Unable to hear his own voice — the one inside himself to serve as his guide — he'd lose his sense of self, pain replacing the part of him that used to hope. His heart, heroically battled against despair in an uneven battle, where his weakened body and mind had the final say. The certainty he'd get rescued, turned to the admission of his doom.
Sounds he hadn't heard in a long time, familiar footsteps, and a voice he'd recognize anytime, woke him up from his disoriented state of mind. Raising his head, unfocused eyes searched for his father's figure — blurry yet outstandingly bright. His warmth, serving as the reassurance Shoto needed that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him — that he was real. Always radiating with high temperatures, even if not using his flames. Absurd, wasn't it? It was his father's coldness of heart, Shoto had used to note — the same coldness he used to carry for years — a heart he had seen change, and who became the sole source of his comfort at this moment. “ Dad . . . ” He'd normally hate the sound of his voice calling him, unstable and eager, but he was beyond caring. Logic had lost its proper place a long time now, Shoto having surrendered to the intensity of his emotions, instead.
#( yay have some pain! )#txnatiuh-etc#txnatiuh#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#—× ft. todoroki enji.#—× shoto & enji.#—× todoroki enji (txnatiuh-etc).#abduction tw#torture tw#child abuse tw
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@withsorrowandregret asked:
[ ill ] Izuku for Shoto
nonverbal meme prompts
[ ill ] sender takes care of receiver when they are unwell
“ I needed to move around a little, ” he explained, when asked why he hadn't stayed in his room. Only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, Shoto had wandered around the dorms. The kitchen was his stop, taking a seat when seeing Midoriya was there. “ It's not that serious, ” he mumbled, before starting to cough once more. He must be looking miserable, with his hair messed up, the dark circles underneath his eyes, and pale color. Shoto hated being sick, even though this would make it the first time he'd spend his time resting.
Midoriya was worrying for what was a minor cold. Or the flu. He couldn't really tell them apart, and he didn't think there was a point to it. He could have continued training and classes like he always did whenever he wasn't feeling his normal self. Shoto was trained after all to function even under these circumstances. He didn't think his father was wrong on that part. It didn't make sense, for a hero to stand back because of an illness. Villains wouldn't wait for his fever to ease down.
“ I hate this, ” he grumbled. The last few days had drained him, not only physically but psychologically too. He had run out of patience. Waking up every few hours, having nightmares, feeling weak even to leave his futon. His body switching from hot to cold every few minutes. His body failing him for the first time in a long time, with Shoto not understanding the reason. Recovery Girl had advised him not to try and regulate his temperature, for his body to fight this naturally, and now he'd find himself once again trembling when a minute ago he had been feeling hot, and couldn't do anything about it.
#( you got sick grumpy shoto! i love writing him sick he's a baby that needs to be spoiled )#( thank you! )#withsorrowandregret#— (tag tba) bnha.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— (tag tba) thread.#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) midoriya izuku.#— (tag tba) izuku & shoto.#— withsorrowandregret | 005#— withsorrowandregret | look at the stars — look how they shine for you and everything you do
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@wisteriawishes and I had discussed this plot some years ago. Please forgive me.
In a single moment, the world as he knew it had rapidly changed. But in reality, Shoto was the only one to have changed. He had found himself in a place he didn't recognize, surrounded by people he didn't remember. Everything was explained to him — that he was a student at U.A. and got hit with a regression Quirk — and it was decided it was better to return to his home until the effect of the Quirk would wear off. It was better to return to familiar faces, they thought, faces Shoto couldn't recognize still.
“ Fuyumi? ” His sister had grown to a pretty lady, looking too much like their mother. Shoto couldn't help but wonder: would he look like her too when he'd grow old? Heterochromatic eyes stared in awe at the older sister he hadn't had many chances to talk with in the past. The older sister that seemed would look after him for now. Wearing a genuine bright smile he wasn't used to seeing, other than the smiling All Might on TV.
Their house was the same, there weren't many differences yet nothing felt the same. Shoto didn't know what to do or what to say. He felt like a stranger, even with his sister. His eyes searched for his mother. She would have been there, now that he needed her, right? Even if he should have been older, and as it seemed, living somewhere else. How had he left her behind? Had dad stopped bullying her?
Head was raised for his eyes to meet with Fuyumi's. “ I'm sorry, ” he whispered. For causing this much trouble to all of them. The thought of dad getting mad at him made his stomach turn, as his gaze would fall to the ground. This shouldn't have happened. He may still have a hard time understanding what was going on, but it must have been him who had messed up and he should expect the consequences that'd follow.
#wisteriawishes#— (tag tba) bnha.#— (tag tba) thread.#— (tag tba) closed starter.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) child | todoroki shoto.#— (tag tba) todoroki fuyumi.#— (tag tba) todoroki fuyumi (wisteriawishes).#— (tag tba) fuyumi & shoto.#— wisteriawishes | 002
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@ofsavior asked:
"I trust your judgement, Todoroki-san." (from Momo)
Never in his life he had faced such a great dilemma. Yet here he was now, searching for an answer. Cold sweat covered him, as eyes would scan the options available, his mind working on every possible combination. He was running out of time. Yaoyorozu had entrusted him with the final decision. He had to make a choice. What ice cream flavor should they choose?
Her words had given him courage. This was another obstacle he had to overcome. Another step he'd have to take. Another challenge to face. He wouldn't back down. Not when she relied on him. Shoto had finally made his decision. “ I choose strawberry and peanut . . . ” And . . . ? What was it? “ . . . And vanilla. ” Eyes confidently stared back at the seller, certain of his final answer. Taking the cones at hand, he offered the one at Yaoyorozu. It made sense, for them to have the same flavors so one wouldn't want to try from the other, like it often happened. “ Thank you for believing in me. ”
#( did i come back from the dead to post a reply i had written since DECEMBER )#( i'm so sorry madi )#( i'm the worst )#( is this crack? i don't even know but this is the only thing that'd come to my mind )#( them being so serious over something like this xD )#ofsavior#— (tag tba) ask.#— (tag tba) bnha.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) yaoyorozu momo.#— ofsavior | today and all of your days i'll wear your pain — heal what i can in your troubled mind#( thread number tba )
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@damnedreams asked:
😘( katsuki to shoto, accidental kiss? idk whatever inspires you! (:
It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.
He could be dreaming. But he remembered waking up. This could be the effect of somebody's Quirk. But they hadn't recently left the dorms. Too many scenarios to explain what just had happened, but no answer seemed to reply to his question. Had Bakugo just kissed him? A soft feeling he couldn't explain had left Shoto stare speechless at the blond. A soft feeling he never had imagined he'd experience with him. Bakugo, whose nature was wild and blazing had caused him to freeze, and it seemed using his Quirk would be insufficient for this kind of case.
Maybe there wasn't an answer. Maybe the answer lied beyond what logic could explain. Maybe, Shoto should only trust his instincts. And that's what he chose to do. Leaning closer, he returned the kiss. He didn't understand what led him to do such a thing, but following one's heart, shouldn't be the wrong call. And if it was, Shoto was prepared to face the consequences. Or wasn't he? It was only after he stepped back, looking at the other properly, with his heart rate finally easing down, that he managed to speak.
“ What was this for? ”
#( I was thinking maybe it's a 'truth or dare' thing! )#( the way where you can do all kinds of things with an excuse )#( not that i know (• ▽ •;) ( i feel so guilty ) )#( I felt like making this crackish. sorry if it's not what you hoped! but you don't need to take this seriously! )#( like. it's more like a crack thread than a ship thread so don't feel forced to it! just shoto having his head empty ( like always ) )#( also i didn't specify if it was a kiss on the lips in case you didn't want it to be one! )#damnedreams#— (tag tba) bnha.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— (tag tba) ask.#— (tag tba) bakugo katsuki.#— (tag tba) bakugo katsuki (damnedreams).#— (tag tba) katsuki & shoto.#— special occasion | kiss day#— damnedreams | 002
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main tags.
—❃ thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph
—❃ ic | look properly at who you want to become!
—❃ ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them
—❃ visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom
—❃ crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?
—❃ favorites | snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes / silver-white winters that melt into springs / these are my favorite things
—❃ queue | time spent healing is not wasted time
#—× tag drop.#—❃ thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#—❃ ic | look properly at who you want to become!#—❃ ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them#—❃ visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom#—❃ crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?#—❃ favorites | snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes / silver-white winters that melt into springs / these are my favorite things#—❃ queue | time spent healing is not wasted time
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— ic | look properly at who you want to become!
— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph
— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them
— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?
— favorites | snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes / silver-white winters that melt into springs / these are my favorite things
— queue | time spent healing is not wasted time
#—× tag drop.#— ic | look properly at who you want to become!#— thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#— ask | if you rely on words alone — they better be powerful enough to reach them#— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom#— crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?#— favorites | snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes / silver-white winters that melt into springs / these are my favorite things#— queue | time spent healing is not wasted time
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— todoroki rei | i can't look back in anger; my mother loved me before she didn't. which means the mistake must have been me
— quotes || that irresistible voice of the heart
—post war | hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone. engage with the pain as a motive
— visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom
— class 1 a | we are the heroes of our time — but we are dancing with the demons in our minds.
— main | no matter how hard the world pushes against me — within me there’s something stronger (something better) pushing right back.
#—× crack | ‘ladykiller’s’ aka ‘handcrusher’s’ time: if i smile they’ll die?#—× todoroki rei | i can't look back in anger; my mother loved me before she didn't. which means the mistake must have been me#—× quotes | that irresistible voice of the heart#—× post war | hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone. engage with the pain as a motive#—× thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#—× visuals | slowly. slowly. do not rush the unfolding of your soul. everything takes time to bloom#—× ic | look properly at who you want to become!
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