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crushmeeren · 7 months

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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

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skiiyoomin · 4 days

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writing this cause I'm sick rn :(

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Content: gn! reader, use of babygirl in denkis part

characters included: Izuku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

ღYou're sick

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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wAIT so if Rei dies the todorokis would kill us and buried us with this psychos ??? OR WORSE they will buried us ALIVE next to her ?? I thought that is Rei dies we will be more a peace and being capable to have a life more easy and less able to give us traume

No, in fact the day Rei dies is the day your life turns for better (not completely normal, but better for sure). Not only would they bury Rei in a graveyard far far away, but they would also never ever visit her again! Grave robbers can do whatever they want!😃 AND Enji and the fam would immediately leave the house of horrors and move to a new home!

Sure, they're still yanderes and still have a bunch of rules that you must follow, but there will be no more physical punishments, thatsvfor sure. And even when you do mess up, like sneak out to meet friends or skip a meal or two, Enji is very merciful. I mean, all you have to do is give him those big doe eyes and mumble an apology and his heart melts. He can never be mad at you🥺

I think that even Dabi would turn... softer. Rei was a major enabler to his "playful teasing" that was just borderline abuse, but with her dead and no one to defend him against Enji, Natsuo and Shotou's wrath, he has to play nice or else he won't get to see you at all.

I think the only one who u should be afraid of is if Shotou gets Momo as a gf and she becomes a yandere for u too and she's honestly just a mini Rei in the making, only worse because she has a family and resources to back her up insanity (that she masks in front of everyone).

And I think another yandere to be afraid of would be... Overhaul? Maybe, I'm not sure and I need to take a shower rn so I can't ponder to much over this. Maybe if Kai kidnaps you and his obsession with keeping you "pure" physically and mentally takes over, then he could be a yandere to be very very afraid of.

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere todoroki clan #yandere endeavor #yandere enji todoroki #yandere enji #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere momo #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere kai chisaki #yandere kai #yandere overhaul #yandere overhaul x reader

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confusedblakex · 1 year

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Soulmate AU Series: Shoto Todoroki

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X Reader (GN)

Summary: The day you get your soulmark, except you didn't find your soulmate the way you expected

Wordcount: 933

Warnings: None

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: This post by @dashielldeveron and this post by @haitani-trash

Notes: Just trying to finish off all my fic series before I start anything new

Last edited: 15th May 2023

Prologue

You woke up as usual, with your alarm yelling at you to get up, and dragged yourself out of bed.

You felt odd, a headache on the left side of your head and an ache in your legs. You ignored it for the time being, taking a painkiller and getting dressed for school, opting to overthink it later.

You felt lethargic, and for some reason your brain just didn’t seem to be functioning properly. It was only as you were walking to school that you realised that you had forgotten something. Your phone buzzed with a message from Jiro saying “Happy Birthday!” with a few emoticons, and it hit you. Your birthday - your soulmark.

You immediately stopped and tried to find your reflection in a shop window. You looked over everything you could see, annoyed that you hadn’t looked before you’d gotten dressed for school. There was nothing odd about you, nothing visible had changed. You had a headache, but you had taken painkiller for it, so there was nothing notable.

You continued to school, hoping something would happen today. It was so ridiculously rare to not have a soulmate, but you couldn’t chase the possibility out of your mind. It was probably something simple and stupid, like your soulmate being younger than you.

Yeah, that was it. You decided to leave it be as you walked into your classroom and were greeted by your classmates. They all wished you a happy birthday, some asking to see your soulmark or asking if anything had changed. Explaining you didn’t know was more difficult than you anticipated, but your best friends Jiro and Tokoyami promised to help you figure it out.

“Nothing at all?” Jiro asked for the fifth time that morning.

“Nothing whatsoever. Just a headache specifically on the left side of my head,” You said, which only gained a confused look from Tokoyami.

“Slap yourself,”

“What??” Both you and Jiro questioned loudly.

“It could be that you and your soulmate share pain, hence the headache,” Tokoyami suggested, to which Jiro quickly seemed to understand his suggestion.

“I mean it’s possible, soulmates can have literally anything bonding them,” She said.

“So what’s slapping myself going to achieve?” You asked. If possible, it was in fact something you’d like to avoid.

“Just do it.”

You gave in, huffed, and raised your hand to your cheek. You took a breath in and gave yourself some space between your hand and your face.

And then slapped yourself with far more force than you intended, which gained confused looks from everyone across the classroom.

“So what now?” You asked, wincing. To your horror, Jiro seemed to be hiding a smile and Tokyami was looking away.

“Did your headache get worse?” Tokoyami asked as you nursed your now stinging cheek.

Did it? You couldn’t tell, but… no, the dull ache was still there and hadn’t changed. If it was, then what did that mean? Was the headache your soulmate’s pain?

“No,” You said cautiously, “But this doesn’t prove anything, and it also wouldn’t help me find my soulmate,”

Jiro couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore and sniggered, holding onto Tokoyami as she used her hand to cover her mouth. You deadpanned as you watched the two of them enjoying this just a bit too much.

“You two are terrible,” You grumbled, “I’m never asking you for soulmate advice again…”

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You slowly wandered the UA halls, not looking where you were going and getting lost in your own thoughts.

It was a nice day, and you were taking your time to get to the cafeteria. Jiro and Tokoyami had apparently got a birthday present that they wanted to give you, but you had got distracted on the way there and then couldn’t get back in focus.

As you rounded a corner, you caught a glimpse of another person about to crash into you, and in a split second you used your quirk to push them back. They toppled backwards and fell with a grunt.

Your back suddenly started aching, but you ignored it for now, instead deciding to focus on the boy who was now trying to stand back up.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, I did that totally unconsciously,” you said quickly, trying to help him up off the floor. Oddly enough, it was Todoroki from your class.

“It’s alright,” He replied, “It was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,”

He then pulled his sleeve down and held his arm, not taking his eyes away from his wrist. You panicked and assumed he was hurt from the fall.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, worried, but he simply shook his head.

You tilted your head to try and see what he was looking at.

00.00

It was his soulmark, but it just showed zeros. It was a countdown, you assumed. So that meant-

The zeros suddenly faded from his wrist, causing him to wince. As it disappeared, you felt a sudden stinging on your wrist in the same place Shoto’s soulmark was.

“It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.” He said, and gave you a small, gentle smile.

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Bonus:

“Okay, that was mean earlier,” Jiro said as she sat with Tokoyami in the cafeteria.

“They said they had a headache on their left side,” Tokoyami explained calmly, “I wanted to see how Todoroki reacted,”

“I mean it’s a fair assumption, but you can’t jump to conclusions like that…” Jiro said,

“Hey guys,” You said, running to their table with a smile, “You’ll never guess what just happened,”

“Todoroki is my soulmate-!”

“YES! I called it!”

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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[ OCTOBER 4TH ] TEMPERATURE PLAY - SHOTO TODOROKI x fem! reader (wizard x student! witch au)

synopsis; shoto is the best wizard in the school. he can make his hands form powers of heat and cool. you are new to the school and have always been a fan of wizard shoto. now’s your chance to learn from him. wk; 4k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, everyone is aged up, temperature play, student x teacher (college), fingering, wand fucking, nicknames (professor, student), dirty talk, brat taming, spanking, ass play, ice, candle wax, nipple play, thigh riding, clit play, scissoring, beta read!

note; again w another! i love the vibe of this one, i don't think it's my fav but pls lmk what u think. also if uu have a problem w this type of trope and what not then don't read idgaf, like block me idc. remember to like, reblog and comment.

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“did ya hear?” your roommate bumped into your shoulder, playfully.

you were in the middle of making your nutritious breakfast that consisted of oats and fruits. you read it helped with the brain and in the school of magic, you definitely needed that.

when you had finished high school you knew you wanted to explore your witchcraft ways and become a witch. the best witch in the land. so now you were in the school of magic and acing every subject. you were at the top of your class. some might even suggest you were the goody two shoes, the know it all, but you didn’t mind. they would scoff and roll their eyes every time you answered in class but all that mattered to you was being the best out of the best.

“what’s up?” you took a big bite of breakfast, sitting at the table.

“have you been living under a rock? we’re getting a new professor this semester. i am so fucking excited!” your friend jumped up and down, dancing.

you tilted your head, “you mean, you don’t like professor williams telling us we suck ass on the daily and we’re never gonna follow our dreams? he’s such a sweetheart, why would you want another teacher?” your words dripped with sarcasm.

your roommate rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “ha ha. but seriously, y/n, the professor i’ve heard is hot.” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“like dilf hot or-”

“like he is only a few years older than us!”

“what?” you choked on your oats. “how in the hell-”

“best in his class. actually he’s one of the best period. i’ve heard that he made up a new magic trick. something to do with ice and flames, at the same time.”

“wait, are you talking about shoto todoroki, the shoto todoroki.”

“yeah, i think that’s the guy.”

you almost screamed, “no way! shoto is like my idol. he has proven that magic airway can travel within itself with different opposite techniques. he’s insanely good and one of the best wizards!”

“so you’re a fan?”

you twirled around in your kitchen, “can you just imagine? we are going to be taught by one of the greatest! we’re gonna get the best education and learn so much! that’s actually why i came to this school. i read about him and he inspired me to be a witch.”

your friend faked a yawn, “well damn don’t get all happy school girl with me. he’s probably like the rest of them.” she shrugged, “either way, we have his class first so you can go and fangirl over him all you want.”

your eyes bugged out, “for real?”

“why?” your friend smirked, “are you excited to see this sexy professor?”

you shook your head, “he probably has a girlfriend or a wife. let’s be respectful and good students.” you collected your spell books, retrieved your witch hat and wrapped your neck with your comfy, soft, orange knitted scarf.

your friend grumbled, “i don’t want to be a goody-goody like you. some don’t really care.”

“we’re gonna be late,c’mon!” you hopped onto your broomstick. putting your earbuds in to listen to “all too well” by taylor swift. your broomstick slowly came out of your apartment to your campus.

it was the start of the day and everyone was bustling to and fro, having places to be, classes to attend.

you read your papers that were sent to you by crow and could make out that professor shoto todoroki’s classroom was in the main building of the classes. it was usually the nicer rooms with more decoration. his class was potions and elements of magic. your wand was tightly placed in your bookbag, safe and secured.

you smiled wide, cheeks getting nipped by the cool autumn air. the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon dancing in your nose from the many students getting coffee. and the smell of many apple orchards that littered around the campus made you so happy with your choice in school. you vowed to yourself to be the best witch ever.

but as your broom swayed closer to his classroom your heart pounded as well. every minute the tapping against your rib cage would make you sweat and gulp loudly. what if he hated you? what if he was the worst teacher ever? what if you were to get an f? how were you then to be the greatest?

you sat your broom outside the classroom, leaning it against the wall.

every new semester day made you anxious. it was bound to happen. but why were you also intrigued?

you fixed your mini black skirt with your fishnet stockings on, sticking your head inside the classroom. it was already filled with many students and that was when you saw him!

the greatest wizard to ever live, shoto todoroki. his hair was half white half red. the side with the red hair had a blue eye and the side with white hair had a brown eye. he also had a burn mark on his blue eye. he looked incredible and so handsome.

“told you,” your friend whispered in your ear and slapped your ass playfully.

fuck, she was right. you almost moaned the first time you saw him. you never really looked at him that way when you saw photos of him but now seeing him in real life for the first time, something set off inside of you, making you cross your legs. he had an all black outfit. his coat was black and his suit was black. it fit him nice and tight but made him look like a true wizard. he carried with him a scepter with a crystal ball on the end of it. you already knew by that he was high in rank.

he licked his fingers, turning something in a spell book and looked up. he was about to look back down but you caught his guard.

again, you gulped loudly, biting your lip.

his eyes bore into yours, almost studying you.

“can i help you?” he asked, hands leaning against his belt. his hands looked rough from maybe the constant training and learning. magic was no easy thing.

“oh no. i go to this class.” you lifted up your paper.

“please,” he gave a small smile, disappearing the moment it showed up. you could tell he was more reserved and quiet. “have a seat here.” he pointed to the seat right in front of the class. nobody took it because they were afraid but you always took that seat. you wanted to show teachers you meant business.

as you made your way other students booed and rolled their eyes. “we have her again?”

“she always tries too hard.”

“that’s why she has no friends.”

you looked down, embarrassed. you took out your books and notebooks as well as your wand. just staring at it so you would try not to cry.

then you heard a snapping noise.

“there is no bullying in my class. if you have a problem with this student then leave because she certainly isn’t leaving. or maybe i should give you all an f? hmm?” professor todoroki snapped, leaning against his desk, eyebrows furrowed.

your heart thumped even harder now. why did he stand up for you? surely it was just because he was a nice teacher and nothing more, right?

“what is your name?”

“y/n l/n. thank you professor-”

he put his hand out, “no need. just do your best.” he said, emotionless but then he winked at you.

you couldn't harp on those feelings longer because after that he announced the start of your class. you were bashful and grinning like an idiot. maybe this semester wouldn’t be so bad after all.

the classroom was medium sized. dark and a bit cold. it had big windows that showcased the whole campus. behind the students were gigantic light wooden shelves, with books stacked inside them. it looked glorious with emerald green and navy blue inside. candles were lit everywhere and inside smelled of autumn leaves. the perfect setting to learn.

“so today i will introduce myself and get you to know a little bit about me,” shoto announced as he crossed between the students desks. “i am shoto todoroki and i am known as the best wizard. the reason is-”

“it’s because you can create flames of heat and ice at the tip of your fingertips. nobody else in the magic world can! that’s actually impossible.”

shoto tsked as he looked back at you. now he kind of understood the kids, you were a know it all.

you smirked. for sure this would make you the class pet.

“thank you y/n but i can speak for myself. anyways yes, but in this class i will teach you my tricks. this is my first ever class and i expect dedication, hard work, and respect. respect for magic,” shoto turned around and stared directly at you with dark eyes, “and especially respect for me.”

you played with your fingers as you tried to look anywhere else but him.

“i will as well teach you some potions and spells to help with certain magic, alright?”

everyone was writing down their notes. it was almost done with the class.

“everyone i want you to write this important term down. mesthuleniza, it is a spell to stun your opponent. now repeat after me-”

you raised your hand.

shoto sighed, massaged his temple and bit his lip, “yes y/n.”

“it is said mes-thoo-le-ny-za not mes-thoo-le-ni-za. most students are saying it wrong. i just wanted to clarify.” you put your hand back down and grinned big. your legs were swinging back and forth all innocent.

students groaned in annoyance and shoto put his hand on his mouth to try to calm himself down. “yes y/n, again, thank you. now the history of the spell is-”

“soldiers would use it on their enemies to stun them for goods. it was used all the way back in ancient egypt times. some theorize it was made by the gods but all we know is it has worked for many decades for special purposes.”

just then the bell rang.

“alright class dismissed! i want the papers on my desk by lunchtime tomorrow. and practice on animals with your spell. have a good day, students.”

you felt good. you made the best impression you felt. as you were packing up all your items you noticed you were the last student, the only student left behind.

“y/n?”

you turned around to see shoto writing on some papers at his desk.

“yes, professor?”

“you are going to stay here for lunch.”

“but sir! they are putting pizza tonight! i love pizza,” you pouted.

he looked up, unimpressed by your childish act. he crossed his leg as he sat back, hands behind his head. “i don’t care what you want y/n. what did i say to do in my class?”

you kicked around sheepishly, “to respect you.”

“exactly! did you do that? did you do that for your fellow classmates?”

you shook your head, “no. but sir-”

“no buts. for the way you behaved, i should have you punished.” his voice dropped low and his mouth twisted into a scowl. “so you’re staying here and helping me clean.”

you stomped your foot like a brat, “this isn’t fair! i’m the best student in this whole damn school. i am supposed to-”

shoto stormed up and with a finger in your face he growled, “watch it.”

you gulped and went silent.

“now, you are going to do as i say and wipe the board and put the books away. understand?”

you exhaled, rolling your eyes, “whatever.”

professor shoto sat back down and read over some paperwork.

you grumbled the whole time as you picked up the eraser and got to work, swishing your arm back and forth to clean the school work residue. you didn’t want to admit but he taught a well class. he was very informative and explained things clearly. you loved every second of it.

“i enjoyed your class, professor,” you said quietly, almost under your breath. you heard shoto turn around in his chair and utter a mellow, “thank you.” but you didn’t hear him turn back. you felt his gaze on you.

you looked up to see high above the chalkboard was more wording that needed to be erased. professor todoroki was taller than you so you stood on your tiptoes to reach the leftovers.

if you knew you were going to clean the board today you would have worn a longer skirt but as you stood on your toes your tight black skirt rose, showing the underside of your ass. you were wearing a black thong with a spider bedazzled on the front of it, and over the thong was your fishnet stockings. you could feel the cool air go under and tickle your ass and pussy. with each swipe on the board it made your ass jiggle, almost making it clap.

you still felt his gaze on you and could see him in your peripheral vision.

was he?

your eyes went quick to him and you noticed him staring at your ass. he looked thirsty. as if you were the key to unquench his thirst. he looked at you as if you were the last sip of water on this earth. his eyes were wide but his gaze was dark as if malicious or lustful. he kept his hand on his mouth as if to stop him from having a taste, his adam's apple moving up and down slowly. shoto moved his head closer and lower, tilted at an angle to get a better view of your full ass.

you looked down on him and noticed his full on boner.

you were shocked? not your professor?

you weren’t an idiot. your professor was hot and honestly you felt something burst within you with him looking at you that way. you felt hot, and bad. you wanted him to punish you. you felt cherished in a way. something changed within you.

but what would people say? what would happen, the chemistry from here on out if you acted upon it? would people notice and then they would really think that you are the class pet?

all of it was too much.

you got back on the soles of your feet and planted them on the ground. you fixed your skirt and looked directly at shoto with a smile. “i’m done here, need any more help.”

shoto looked away, embarrassed with a cough, “yes, um, i have some books that you can put away in the bookshelf. right over there.”

you nodded and picked the books up to put them away.

as you put the books away you noticed a book written by him. it was about his technique of fire and ice. you were astounded by his words. he was incredible.

“and without a wand,” you uttered to yourself.

you sat the book against the shelf and took your wand out. the end of the wand was thick and had ridges on it. it was unique and decorated by you. you studied the passage of the book and tried to do the spell. you tried to get fire to come out but it was no use, it didn’t work.

“that’s not gonna work,” todoroki walked in on you. hands in his pockets as he gave a small grin seeing you try.

“yeah, sorry, i’m not that good,” you chuckled sheepishly.

“you know you don’t believe that,” shoto picked up the book to inspect it. “you just told me, you think you’re the best.”

“i just, i wish i was as good as you.”

shoto thought about that moment and walked back. he peered around the room then lifted his sleeves up. “here let me help you. i can teach you.” as he lifted both hands to you, you saw the veins on them. they were the most attractive hands ever. “now this is kinda dangerous so please be careful.” in that moment he produced ice on his right side and flames on his left.

“woah,” you looked with eyes big of wonder. “this is amazing!” your hands went over the ice and it felt so cool and over the fire. “ouch.” you flicked your finger back, sucking the burn.

“allow me,” todoroki picked up your finger and kissed it. then he poked his tongue out a bit and licked the tip of it. it was warm at first then cool his saliva. all the while his eyes never left yours.

“better?”

“b-better,” you nodded, bashful. your head was spinning. you felt you were in another world.

“look, stand like this.” shoto went behind you, spread your legs apart and placed both his hands on yours. “don’t think about anything else. forget what other professors have told you. feel the cool and the heat. think about them being friends, lovers rather than enemies.”

you closed your eyes to concentrate and that's when you felt warmth and cool on your hips then your arms. it shot a spark up your spine.

“try it y/n, i know you can do it.” shoto whispered in your ear.

feeling inspired a little flame and ice shard were produced in your hand. “oh my god!” you jumped up and down. it was gone the minute it showed up but it meant everything to you. “i did it! oh my god!”

shoto crossed his arms with a love grin on his face, “i’m proud of you, student. good job.”

you couldn’t take the tension anymore and backed shoto against the bookshelf, planting your lips on his.

at first it was hot and warm, you ran your fingers through his hair messily. he had his hands squished against your face. mouth fighting for dominance.

he parted with heaving breaths, “no y/n, no, we shouldn’t do this. i’m your teacher. we could get in trouble. i shouldn’t be having this with my student.”

“please, professor,” you pouted. you brought his hand to your vagina. wanting him to feel you. “you see how wet you already made me.” you grinding on his hand, and went to his ear, moaning, “and i saw the way you stared at my ass. like you wanted to eat it, professor.”

todoroki scowled. his eyes turned dark and his mouth twisted into a frown. “there you go again. acting like a little brat. i knew you were trouble when i first saw you. acting like a good girl when you know you are the baddest one here. look at you, begging me to fuck you, wanting me to touch your wet pussy.” shoto pushed you against the bookshelf. lifting your mini skirt up high so it rested on your stomach. you showed him your bare ass, with your cute thong nestled in the middle of it.

“oh professor!” you cried as he turned you around, inspecting your clothed pussy.

“i love these,” he chuckled, delicately touching your fishnets. he then ripped them along with your panties.

“professor i loved those,” you pounted again.

“look at you, always pouting like a spoiled brat.” shoto’s hand became red with flame power and that's when he smacked your ass. you jumped up and moaned, shaking it for him. god he turned you on so much. again he smacked, harder this time. you whined, “i’m sorry professor shoto, i’ve been a bad girl.”

“yes you have been, you've been a bad witch. witches are supposed to help people but all you wanna do is fuck them.” todoroki put your wand in your mouth to stifle your moans and cries from his slaps. “you like that, my bad student?”

you nodded, grinding your bare ass on his clothed dick. he earlier ripped your pussy and ass area of your stockings. so he turned his hand ice cold and wiped his hands from your cunt to your ass hole, smearing your juiced back and forth. “i can smell you from here, you dirty girl. all wet from your professor.”

“mmmm, yes! that’s feels so good.”

“let me ask you,” shoto massaged in circles your tight asshole, “have you ever been fucked by a wizard?”

before you could answer, shoto gently laid you down on the floor and ripped your shirt, spilling your boobs out.

you grunted loudly, still having your wand in your mouth.

“fuck,” he whispered, fingers turning red for heat and circling your bud. it felt soothing, a warm feeling. then his hands turned ice cold in a split second.

that’s what got you super wet. you were humping his leg that was placed in the middle of you. moving back and forth as his coat that covered his leg was now being covered by your cream. the friction of your pussy folds coating each button and fabric made you see stars.

todoroki’s intense eyes looked into yours and his brows knitted together, “aww look at my little brat. is she now being a good girl?”

his fingers delicately came down your collar bone to your nipples, gently tickling them with his nails. his hands were cold as ice. he rolled the bud back and forth in between his fingers. then, as if they weren’t sensitive enough, he produced from his magic a piece of ice. he hovered it over your mouth and it dripped down your neck to your nipples. making them poke out even more and become swollen. it made you more wet and almost find that special feeling.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“wow, look how sensitive. they respond so well to my magic.” he smirked, rubbing the piece of ice all over your tits.

you started grinding faster as then finally todoroki put the ice cube in his mouth and dipped his head to take a nipple in. he twirled the nipple with his tongue while the ice tapped on it as well.

the feeling was like something you have never experienced before. it was incredible.

“oh professor!” you cried, your stain on his legs and coat were becoming bigger and wetter.

todorki hummed as he feasted on your nipples. the feeling of ice cold making your pussy pulse.

shoto retrieved a candle from the side of the book shelf and heated the tip of the candle with his powers. the hot wax dripped down your belly almost making its way to your cunt but dried up before it could reach it.

you hollered in excitment and sexual tension you almost orgasmed right there.

“i don’t know how much more i can do this, professor.” you were humping his leg now like a dog in heat.

“listen to me brat. i said you respect me in my classroom. don’t make me have to punish you again, you bad girl.”

shoto went lower and opened your legs, with his face near your soaking wet cunt.

“wow, look how wet you are. you are so dirty.” he was only inches from it.

you wiggled your hips, “please, help me,” you cried.

shoto kissed the inside of your thighs. “my little witch, such a spoiled girl.” he produced another piece of ice and it dripped over your sensitive clit. you couldn’t help but almost orgasm there, the feeling was incredible. the ice droplets dripped on your swollen clit and down your hole, mixing with your cream.

“all wet for me,” he whispered as he put two fingers to dive in your soaked pussy. you gladly sucked his fingers inside, eyes crossed with how good you felt.

“ohhhh, right there, right there.” you started moving on his fingers.

shoto licked his lips as his fingers turned really warm. he started moving his fingers in and out, then scissoring inside you. the squelching and wetness of it was all that was heard.

“fuck i’m gonna cum, professor.”

“no listen brat, i say when you cum.” he put his hand on your lower belly. he looked directly into your eyes. “try to keep your eyes open. i want to see my student’s eyes when she cums.”

you tried to listen. your body moving up and down with how shoto escalated his fingering. he went faster and faster. your pussy gushing with moisture.

“look at how filthy you are. you are a naughty girl.” his temperature then changed to ice cold. his fingers were like ice as he fingered faster. he started curling his fingers inside you, hitting the g-spot perfectly. his arm was pistoning in and out of you.

you were finally screaming with pure ecstasy. this was the best feeling you ever felt.

“i’m almost there-”

“not quite yet,” shoto chuckled. he grabbed the wand from your mouth. it was dripping with your spit. “open wider for me.”

you did as you were told.

“good girl,” he winked as he turned the wand over and entered the thick side first, inside your already sensitive cunt. your pussy took it in and your cream leaked down to the tip of it.

“fuck! oh shit, fuck!” you were crying. it felt so good. “yes, right there. fuck yes. fuck me with my wand!”

shoto got his right hand cold and played with your nipples while the other hand moved the wand in and out like a sex toy. entering inside of you then out.

“you are taking this so well. i am going to have to put my wand inside you.”

“professor! i can’t! i’m gonna cum!” you screamed, not caring if other students heard you. you opened your legs wider by spreading them with your hands. you looked down to see how fast and slick you took the wand.

“that’s it, witch! cum for me!” he announced as if he put a spell on you.

your legs were shaking and he kept repeatedly hitting your g-spot with the wand. “fuckkkkkk!” you croaked. your strength and energy gone with how deep the wand kept going.

you lifted your legs high in the air and stood there for a minute while he orgasmed. shoto slowly dipped the wand in and out, loving the way your fold suction aed around each groove.

your juices dripped onto the carpet and all over shoto’s hands.

you looked down to see shoto’s trousers having a wet stain from his precum. you felt kinda bad not giving him the same attention.

“professor i-”

he pulled the wand away and wrapped his lips around it, tasting each part of you and licking every last drop. “i expect you at my class everyday. i expect great grades from the greatest witch ever.” he stood up, wiped his hands on his soaked trousers. he took his coat off and wrapped it around you. “you can give this to me tomorrow.”

“professor, when-are we ever gonna do this again?” you bit your lip.

shoto gave a cute smile, “as my best student that gets perks, you will stay after class to help me. better get that delicious pussy ready tomorrow and meet me back here again, like a good girl, right?”

it was crazy but you got wet all over again. “yes, professor.”

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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Soo.. I watched this ballerina movie and cant keep my mind away from shoto. So if you're not busy can you make a yandere wealthy shoto x ballerina reader. They meet at the big opera show and shoto gets fascinated by reader. He lords his status over her to give him a -private- show. It can be sfw or nsfw! Btw your fics always made my day. Thank you and love you!

BNHA ! IMAGINE

Shoto Todoroki x darling

TW: yandere, abuse of power

“Dance.” The man said. Wearing fine-tailored rich black.

Shoes so shiny they looked wet – like oil – with shirt buttons undone about two or three points down in the spot where a bow ought to have tied the ensemble together.

Everything else was straight – from the partition between white and red locks to the crisp crease lining his slacks.

“Come on, it's a simple request.” He added. Still looking at you in expectancy. “Just pretend I'm not here, Dove.”

You’d just danced for hundreds in a show where if any minuscule little detail were off, your ears would bleed hearing about it after – and though the pressure was crushing and the fall was steep – it had only made you feel prouder while you danced with every fine limb stretched and pointed to perfection – performing choreography on par with the beautiful orchestra classics resonating within the shell of the opera house.

But no music is playing with you now. And as you crossed your legs to establish the starting position - building up for a split and a spin in the air – you felt a lot of seizing things, but not one of those was proud…

“Beautiful.” He commented a beat after you landed, and you must have grimaced poorly in return, for he cracked a grin at you and offered a light-hearted chuckle that seemed vehement in the echo of the opera chamber. “That, however, not so much.” He tsked, though without anger.

You tried wiping your face clean of it and assumed a docile yet poised stance befitting of a professional – still wondering why you’d been called away after the show to amuse whomever the man you found yourself with was.

“Does it anger you?” Said man asked openly, though gave no time for you to answer him. “That despite your skill, despite all your hard work- all your blood, sweat, and tears- you’re of no more value than my opinion.”

Your mouth fell open, but still, you held your tongue in spite of yourself. Though you were unable to keep the grimace from returning – a glitch in the narrowing of your eyes and a furrow between your brows, as well as a slight snarling tug of your lip.

“Worthless without my interest.” He continued, and you found it harder to maintain grace. “I’m Caesar and you’re my gladiator – just a pretty puppet on strings – all for my entertainment.” He mused. “I throw a thumbs down, and your carrier is done.”

Your eyes widened at that, faltering where you stood – crumbling in that stance that had been hammered into you through years of religious training to become the very epitome of flawless – now, like an amateur, your heels touched the floor, and your chest collapsed like you’d been shot.

“What’s the matter, Dove?” He cocked his head. “Is it unexpected of me to be so honest?”

You take a moment to assess him, still unsure of his motives. “If you’re so honest… tell me what you want.” You demanded, still wary but tired of being toyed with to the degree it had the feeling of unease outweighed.

He offered another smile. “You know what I want.”

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Keep Your Eyes On Me [Shouto | Todoroki Shouto]

Content: Stalking, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Original Male Character That's Totally Not Komeda Nagito

Pronouns: None

Header: @/ceallachs_

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You were being followed.

This man had been following you ever since the moment he saw you and your friend in a clothing store in the mall. At first, it seemed like it was just a coincidence, but you started getting concerned when every time you looked behind you, he was there.

When you brought it up to your friend, she suggested that you try and lose him by ducking and diving between other stores and crowds. Unfortunately, he was relentless. Regardless of how thick the crowd was or how densely packed a store was, he always managed to stay in your peripheral.

After playing a very annoying game of Cat and Mouse, your friend got a call from her mother telling her that she needed to get home. You knew that she couldn’t argue with her, so you forced her to leave first. You guided her back to the entrance, aware of the man still following you, then watched as she disappeared in a sea of people.

Both unfortunately and thankfully, he persisted you.

Once you were sure your friend had caught her train and was halfway home, you finally decided to leave. The train station was thankfully packed, so you were able to get some sort of distance.

Your eyes scanned the platform, spotting a boy around your age with two toned hair completely absorbed in his phone. As calmly as possible, you walked up to him and grabbed his empty hand. When he went to pull away, you glanced up at him through your lashes, whispering:

“Please just hold my hand, someone has been following me for a long time now.”

His hand was loose in your hold for a moment as he registered what you said.

“Who is it?” He asked, looking down at you with dark and light heterochromia eyes.

“That man in the dark green hoodie.” He glanced back, then pulled you in front of him.

“What’s your name?” You told him, “My name is Todoroki Shouto. Call me Shouto.”

“Okay, Shouto” You were silent for a moment, “Sorry about this.”

“It’s fine.”

The train arrived shortly after and the two of you were able to snag a seat in a fairly crowded car.

The stalker sat right across from you.

The silence was killing you, but you couldn’t play a game of 20 Questions with the man sitting directly in front of you. You bit your lip, squeezing Shouto’s hand subconsciously as if to say, “Talk to me.”

“What’s in the bag?”

Your eyes lit up by a fraction, “We went to that new clothing store—” You told him, making sure to not mention your friend’s name. You dug through the bag for a moment before presenting him the shirt. “Look at how cute this shirt is!”

You spent the rest of the ride talking to Shouto. He was really sweet, and thankfully he kept you distracted from the creep. When it was time for you to get off, Shouto grabbed your bags and led you off the train and into the chilly night.

He. Still. Followed.

Shouto picked up the pace, hand tightly gripping yours.

“This guy is relentless.” He hissed as he side-stepped into an alley, causing you to ungracefully tumble into him. He quickly pulled you behind him, that warm hand still gripping yours.

You sneezed. It was suddenly freezing.

“Why are you following us?” Shouto’s voice was firm and unweaving.

You looked up, gasping at the scene before you. Shouto had froze the man in his tracks. The stalker tried to break free with his own quirk, but Shouto just kept freezing him.

“I asked you a question.” The man looked up. He was obviously scared, but he had the audacity to answer him with a disgustingly smug grin.

“I wasn’t doin’ nothing,” he shrugged, “we just happened to be going the—” He shut when a sharp piece of ice was aimed at his throat.

He looked down at you and whispered, “How far is your house from here?”

“Not far.”

“Good,” He froze the man completely, “Let’s go.”

You led him the rest of the way to your house. He asked you if he could search your apartment before leaving, and you hesitantly allowed him. Thankfully, though, he didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

“Thank you so much for helping me.” You gave him a bright smile despite your fidgeting hands.

“No problem. Can you unlock your phone for me?” You raised a brow, but did as he asked, then placed it into his open hand. He messed with it for a few seconds before giving it back.

“I gave you my number. Call me if something like this happens again… or whenever.” He left you standing there stupidly, gazing at the door across from you. When you regained your sense, you closed the door.

Turning around, you gazed at your phone, just staring at the newly added contact. You let your back hit the door and slid down to the floor. Dropping your phone into your lap, you instead placed your flushed face into your hands.

“What just happened?”

Yes and no, that is and is not Nagito Komadea.

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bendydudeinc · 1 year

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YAY FIRST TUMBLR POST

Edited 10/26/23 cause I’m starting over with my style and I’m going to be way more laid back with my writing format yippee!

Hi. Just call me by my user not going by my name and don’t have a nickname that fits me lol He/him/her/it 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ I’m 19, queer, and horny. Anyway I still really don’t expect this account to get anywhere, but I’m a creative writer who needs practice and I have so many ideas to share with others! …mostly smut sorry. That being said, all characters I write for will be 18 or older. This is a safe place and any form of homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, etc will NOT be tolerated to any degree. Thank you!

WHAT I’LL WRITE YOU ASK?

hey, calm down bro.

(I don’t write for requests. This account is almost fully self indulgent, I just write whatever comes to mind so this is just a guide on what you may see on my acc.)

HOWEVER YOU CAN send me requests. This just means if I don’t feel like writing it, I simply, won’t. I won’t have any obligation. But, I could be inspired by your request and decide to write it or something similar so, don’t be afraid to give me ideas! It may just take me a little while longer to get to.

NSFW- literally everything under the rainbow except heavy blood kinks

dark content- I have a thing for men who get obsessive to the point of mental manipulation and stalking so

fluff/comfort- ALL OF IT <33

angst/hurt- I’m sorry, I don’t do it I’m sensitive

Characters I write for

(I’m gay btw that’s why they’re all dudes)

🏳️‍🌈

BSD- Chūya, Dazai, Ango, Rampo, Kunikida, Fyodor, Nikolai, Akutagawa

Rick and Morty- Rick, toxic Rick, all kinds of Rick babbyyyyy (I have issues)

Angels of Death- Zack Zack Zack Zack and Isaac foster.

Black Clover- Nozel, Zora, Julius maybe idk if I randomly feel like it

This is controversial for some reason but it’s dumb to try to stop minors from thirsting after anime characters, I don’t think minors reading smut is abnormal or can seriously be prevented. I sure know I read smut as a minor and so did most y’all. So I’ll just say it once. Just- read responsibly. I will be writing mature content intended for adults. You have been warned, and i suggest you consider scrolling if under 18.

PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW ANY SUGGESTIONS YOU HAVE I WANNA CREATE COOL STUFF! THATS IT THANKS FOR READING <33

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livvyisb0red · 1 year

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I feel like pro hero Shoto would LOVE pet names (e.i. Darling, sweetheart, sunshine, etc) because his hero name is his first name so everyone calls him that instead of his last name!

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yaimlight · 2 years

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Part One

Part of the Twos Company Threes A Crowd series

Rating: T

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Summary: Katsuki and Shouto have no choice but to move on with their lives after your kidnapping. They graduate, get placements together as sidekicks at an agency that had nothing to do with Endeavor and move into their own place, determined to prove they can make it on their own. They get exposure, climbing up the ranks slowly and getting the attention of sponsors and the public alike. It doesn't stop them for looking for you though. It doesn't stop them from trying to hunt down the man who had taken you from them and left nothing behind but a whole bunch of blood and trauma. They would never stop looking though, not till they got you back. One way or another.

It takes them almost a year before they get their first real lead but then everything really does go to shit.

part two ->

Katsuki and Shoto moved into their apartment about a month after graduating U.A. It’s nothing fancy, they couldn’t afford it but it did have two separate bedrooms, a small bathroom that just managed to fit a shower in next to the sink and toilet, as well as an open plan living room of a reasonable size and a decent sized kitchen that Katsuki had found adequate. The place is old and outdated though, what with the walls being a weird mix between brown and cream and the carpet covered with some questionable stains that they don’t even try to get off, instead pulling the condemned thing up to expose the wooden flooring underneath. It is affordable though and considering both of them had refused financial help from their families it was the best they could do on their rather meagre savings.

All their furniture is either second hand or had been discounted enough that it didn’t leave them eating those disgusting instant noodles that Shoto liked so much. A lot of the larger items had come from Yahoo auctions, dunce face having offered the site up when Katsuki had been bitching about how much it was costing to furnish an entire apartment for two people. They had managed to get a couch, a coffee table and a TV stand for under ¥5000, all of them in pretty good condition if not a little old fashioned. It was fine though. Just because they were pushing on broke didn’t mean Katsuki would settle for subpar carp. He had even been very vocal about it when he thought people were trying to rip them off, asking for way too much for stuff he considered only fit for the dump. Someone had to. Shoto just handed over whatever people asked for without questioning why the price had gone up ¥100 since the start of the conversation and they really couldn’t afford for that kind of crap to happen more than once.

Yaoyorozu had offered to buy all their furniture for them, high-end shit that Shoto was used to but the half-n-half had turned her down with a firm ‘no’ that no one had the audacity to challenged. They wanted to do this on their own, especially Shoto who wanted out from under his old man’s thumb and accepting handouts from people hadn’t really been either of their style. Katsuki was just proud and stubborn, refusing to admit that he needed help even when it was offered to them. He and the half ‘n’ half would be just fine on their own, even if Katsuki had to sit the idiot down and give him a lecture about how to manage his finances.

So they get the couch, the coffee table and TV stand, as well as two double beds, a couple of dressers, two wardrobes and a matching pair of bedside tables that he and Shoto split between the two of them. Nothing matched but it’s not like the weird mashup of furniture looked out of place in their crappy apartment. It works for them, like the apartments reflecting them because that’s what they are, a weird mashup of styles and personalities that somehow seem to work together. It’s a surprise for everyone, how well the two of them function together, not just as flat mates but as hero partners as well.

They do argue a lot to start with though. Well Katsuki argues, yelling loudly about things that annoy him whilst Shoto’s face stays irritatingly blank and only offering up the odd sigh or eye roll as evidence that Katsuki is getting to him as much as he is to the blonde. Sure they had lived together in the dorms but it hadn’t been like this. They hadn’t constantly been in each other’s space 24/7, the both of them jostling for space and both under the impression their way is the right way. About a month in, Katsuki even thinks about calling it quits, packing a bag and crashing at the three idiots' place but he quickly shoved that idea aside. It had been hard enough at the dorms but if he had to spend a prolonged amount of time in close quarters with them idiots Katsuki was sure Denki was going to end up dead within the week. So he grits his teeth and bares it, trying to limit his outburst to just serious stuff like the idiot candy cane using a whole bottle of softener on his ridiculously oversized knitwear. Shoto tries too, Katsuki’s patience that is but he does attempt to at least listen when Katsuki’s lecturing him on the correct way to fold and iron clothes because just hanging it up is not acceptable. Ever.

At some point something seems to click and in the end it doesn’t actually take that long for Shoto to learn how Katsuki likes things to be done or for Katsuki to realise when Shoto’s actually being dumb or just a rude little brat who knows exactly how to rile the blonde up and is faking incompetence just for his own twisted amusement. They manage to settle into a routine that works for them both and things get better, a lot better actually. Katsuki does all the cooking, occasionally letting Shoto help with prep but after he manages to burn rice he isn’t actually allowed to cook anymore. In return Shoto acts as a pot wash and takes on the responsibility of washing all their clothes, now that he knows what the acceptable amount of detergent and softener to use and what all the many settings actually mean. They split the house cleaning duties between the two of them, taking it in turns to be responsible for cleaning the bathroom and things like the oven because if Katsuki’s got to suffer through that then so has the candy cane.

The first few months pass by quickly and things continue to get better between the two of them now that they’re settled and comfortable with each other. The tension that had been there to start with eases until it seems to vanish all together and the two of them become truly comfortable with the other without you there between them to act as a buffer for their competitiveness and frustrations. They do feel it though, hard not to considering how big a part of their lives you had become despite the short amount of time they had known you. They don’t talk about it, the sense of loss and anger just simmering away under the surface. They blamed themselves, each other as well and dwelling on it won’t bring you back, nor will taking it out on the other. They had both fucked up and they would carry that guilt with them for the rest of their lives, regardless of if they got you back or not.

Weeks turned into months, their hero work keeping them busy as they try to prove themselves as top contenders amongst the rest of the new heroes on the scene. The apartment becomes a safe haven from the constant struggle and stress of everyday life, both Katsuki and Shoto sagging in relief as soon as they are through the door. They knew it was going to be hard, especially this year. Their class had made quite the name for themselves and it was harder than ever to stand out and be noticed, especially with bloody Deku being the poster boy for everything good and right in the world. They were managing it though, Katsuki and Shoto putting in the hours and work to get the attention of not only the general public but sponsors and fellow heroes as well. They had even gotten a few offers for ads from some no name companies but they had turned them down, both of them wanting their notoriety to come from their hard work and capture rate, not their willingness to let randoms gawk at them on billboards and magazine ads. Unlike some of their friends.

Though Katsuki disapproved of some of their methods and complained constantly about how loud and annoying his friends were he still had them over regularly, willingly letting them into his and Shoto’s home. He willingly lets Denki sprawl across the floor with Hanta, both of them munching on snacks whilst arguing about video games. He doesn’t complain when Eijiro takes up half the couch, Mina curled up at his side or sat on his lap until her own competitive nature takes over and she’s as invested in whatever game they're playing as the rest of them. Sometimes it’s just Eijiro who comes over, though more often than not Mina’s with him and instead of taking over the couch and TV they sit around the burnt and scratched dining table, talking about work and life and any other random topic that comes up whilst sharing a meal that Katsuki had cooked.

They never make Shoto feel unwelcome, Hanta always trying to coax him into joining them on squad nights and Eijiro attempting to draw him into conversations over dinner but though they are friendly they are unmistakably Katsuki’s friends and Shoto understands that sometime he need a break from Shoto’s constant presence in his life, just like he does from Katsuki every now and then. So Shoto either makes his own plans or hides away in his room, giving the blonde his own space and in return Katsuki does the same when Shoto has Izuku, Ochako, Tenya and Momo over though their nights together are normally a lot less loud then when Katsuki’s friend group is over. They also made less mess, the nerd squad actually knowing how to clean up after themselves, unlike Katsuki’s useless lot.

Having people over though was a rare thing, only happening once or twice a month. Hero work took over their lives, everyone working double if not triple shifts in an attempt to build up their careers, though Katsuki and Shoto had less free time than most. Every opportunity they got they spent looking for you, going over every report and scrap of information Detective Evans sent them in an attempt to find something. They never did though, nothing that the police detective hadn’t already found anyway and her whereabouts remained a mystery, one that weighed heavy on everyone involved in the investigation. With every day that went passed any they didn’t get any closer to finding her their chances of doing so went down and before long the search expanded, the investigation team turning their attention to Europe and leaving Japan as well as Katsuki and Shoto behind in hopes to find something that would point them to where you and your old man had disappeared off to. That didn’t mean Katsuki and Shoto stopped looking. They never would. It was their fault you were missing, their fault that you had even been outside the safety of the school. It was because of them that psychotic asshole had the chance to even get close to you let alone snatching you off the street. So they would keep looking until they found something, anything that would lead them to you.

Life continues on that way, winter passing until spring is looming and Valentine’s Day comes creeping up on them again. Katsuki’s angry outbursts get worse and Shoto becomes quieter, the both of them remembering last year when their biggest worry had been if they would get chocolates from you or not. They get worse the closer the romantic holiday gets, the two of them tense and on edge. Shoto barely says a word to anyone, resorting to giving simple one word answers if he has to say something. Katsuki on the other hand snaps and snarls at everyone, yelling at people for the stupidest of things. People avoided them and that suited them just fine. They didn’t need those useless extras getting in their way and slowing them down.

When Valentine’s Day rolled around they took on an extra shift, both of them trying to lose themselves in their work and avoid the guilt they feel when trapped alone in the apartment. It’s a horrible day, the two of them snapping at each other and getting along about as well as they had in their first year at U.A. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, their friends forced to watch as they take out their anger and pain on the only other person who could understand what they were going through. It’s probably why then, when they are at their worst that they finally get a lead on where you are.

The chocolates are a slap in the face, the exact same ones as the year before, left on their desks seemingly by magic. They’re even wrapped the same, black boxes tied with a ribbon, a red one for Katsuki and a blue one for Shoto. It feels like they’re being taunted, some sick bastard playing with them and considering what they now knew about your old man Katsuki wouldn’t be surprised if that was exactly what this was, a taunt at them for having let you go and for failing to get you back. The longer he stares at them the angrier he gets and in his rage Katsuki throws his box halfway across the room, scattering the confections across the floor. Shoto is painfully still, holding his own box in trembling hands and looking down at the box like he’s expecting to open it and find another body part waiting for him. Again, that was a real possibility but considering that nothing like that had fallen out of Katsuki’s box when he tossed it the likelihood of there being a body part in Shoto’s was slim. Then again the sweets themselves could be filled with something horrific, if not parts of you then maybe even blood.

The police are called, a couple of agitated and sleep deprived detectives turning up not half an hour later, confused and agitated about the strange call out. Shoto’s a mess, completely silent as he continued to stand there staring at that stupid little box. Katsuki should have acted soon, should have snatched the thing out of his hands long before the detectives had tried to get him to hand it over but he had been to consumed with his own angry and hate, shouting and screaming and promising pain on the sick fuck who was responsible of this. Shoto lets go of it easily when Katsuki goes to him, tears cling to his lashes as he looks at Katsuki with that same loss and heartbreak as the last time they had received a mysterious box that led back to you.

The police take it away along with all the ones Katsuki had scattered across the office floor, grumbling under their breath about stupid valentine’s pranks but Katsuki’s too focused on Shoto to yell at them about what it really means. They go home, Shoto staying silent the whole time. It’s unnerving but it gives Katsuki something else to concentrate on and he welcomes the distraction like the pathetic coward he is. He’s soft with the other man, slow and gentle as he gets Shoto into the living room and down onto the sofa. Katsuki makes them tea, presses the still hot cup into Shoto’s left hand. They sit in silence for what seems like hours, both of them lost in thought. Katsuki knows it’s probably the same for both of them, that horrific movie running in their heads once more followed by a whole bunch of guilt and hopelessness. Katsuki hates it, feeling so useless and pathetic. He wants to lash out, wants to hit something but most of all he wants to find you and set right what their childish and self-absorbed bickering had let happen.

At some point, once the tea was gone and Shoto had found his way back to reality they start talking. Katsuki’s the one to break the silence, wanting to know if Shoto was ok. It’s a stupid question because clearly he’s not, neither of them are but Shoto still gives a small nod and a mumbled yeah, like all the shit they had been through can just be swept away and forgotten with a cup of tea and an ounce of human compassion. It’s a start though and soon enough they are trying to figure out where the confections had come from and why they had been sent now after almost a year of nothing. The simple answer is that Alexander Vasiliev is fucking with them, driving home the point that they had messed up and gotten someone they cared for hurt at best and dead at worse. It’s the logical answer but something about that doesn’t quite sit right with them. Why now? Why jeopardies his safety just to cause them more pain then he had already inflicted on them? It doesn’t make sense and they stay up late into the night trying to figure it out, the two of them lead side by side in Katsuki’s bed, hands clasped between them and staring up at the ceiling.

As it turned out they only had to wait till the next day to find out why it had all felt kind of off.

They were rudely awoken the next day by a loud pounding in the apartment door that felt like it rattled every door and window in the building. Atsugi hadn’t been surprised to find Shoto still in his bed but he had been to find himself cuddling the other man, Shoto’s back pressed against his chest and Katsuki’s arm slung across his waist. He had been quick to put some distance between them, especially when the banging had finally woken the other man up. Neither of them said anything and that was just fine with Katsuki, the blonde not wanting to think about how comfortable he had felt when he had first awoken.

Detective Evans is waiting on the other side of the apartment door when Katsuki finally yanks it open, barging past and striding into the apartment before Katsuki even gets the chance to yell at him. He’s already talking by the time Katsuki gets back to the living room, a blurry eyed Shoto looking at the older man in confusion. It doesn’t take long to find out what exactly he wants, the detective brandishing a handful of photos of those stupid chocolates. Katsuki can’t believe he missed it but he had been so angry he hadn’t even bothered to look at them properly. If he had then Katsuki would have seen the series of random letters stamped on the bottom of every single one of them.

They spend a good few hours going over the photos, rearranging the letters and searching the variations on the web. It’s mostly pointless rubbish that comes up and Katsuki on the verge of descending into another angry rant about how this was just that asshole Alexander Vasiliev playing more games with them, letting them feel hope for the first time in months only to snatch it away again. He probably would have if the computer hadn’t chosen that exact moment to ping with a result that actually made sense.

It’s an address for some old abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of the city. They’re suspicious, how could they not be? It screamed of being a trap and any other day Katsuki would have agreed with the detective but not today. It was stupid and he couldn’t explain how but he knew it had been you that had sent them, a fact that had been proven a couple of hours later when they managed to get the CCTV for the shop that had sent the sweets. Even before that though Katsuki had known you had been the one to send them, finally finding a way to get the help you desperately needed. Shoto knew it too, Katsuki could tell and they quickly started talking strategies as they planned your rescue. They felt confident, hopeful now that they were so close to getting you back so of course everything went up in flames.

They’re not allowed to go with the raiding party, the whole thing deemed too dangerous for them as still relatively new sidekicks trying to make their mark on society. Katsuki’s anger had exploded out of him like a volcano erupting as soon as the words had left the detective's mouth, his palms crackly as his quirk reacted to his emotions. He actually blasts the door off the meeting room when they are told, cursing every hero present to hell and back before storming out, unable to even stand the sight of the so-called professionals for even a second more. Shoto’s left behind to pick up the pieces, quite literally considering the state Katsuki had left the door in. His mismatched eyes were cold and full of anger as he told them to make sure they bring you back because if they don’t there would be hell to pay and he wouldn’t stop Katsuki from blowing a mountain sized hole in the side of the building. Evans swears that he will but at this point Shoto had lost most of the faith he had in the older man to do so.

They watch the specially selected strike team leave, full of anger and resentment as the mix of heroes and special forces agents stalk through the office. It doesn’t help that Endeavor is part of the team, all confident and surly as he tells them that it’s for the best that they sit this one out. They should leave it to the professionals to bring the scum in, that’s what he said and honestly he’s lucky Shoto doesn’t freeze his feet to the ground and Katsuki doesn’t try to blow his face off because they both know that he isn’t talking about Alexander Vasiliev. It’s obvious that he knows things that they don’t, the two of them kept out of meetings and briefings to the point they barely knew what was happening. They only knew about the planned raid because Evans had thought they deserved to know. A fat lot of good that but of information did them, side-lined as they were and forced to wait for however bloody long it took them to get you back.

The task force has barely left the building before Katsuki starts after them, red eyes ablaze with anger and jaw set in determination. Shoto doesn’t even attempt to stop him, quickly following after the blonde as he heads for the exit. They should have stayed, should have listened to the detective and let them handle it but even knowing what would happen Shoto didn’t think they would have. This was their fault, their mess and they had to make it right. They had to be the ones to get you back because it was their fault you were gone in the first place.

They make it maybe half a block before they come across their first obstacle in the form of an agitated Shinso Hitoshi. The creepy ass zombie wannabe steps out of the dark shadows clinging to the building, right into their path and almost getting his dick frozen and face blower off. Katsuki starts yelling almost instantly, telling the other teen to get lost when he insists that he’s coming with them, like it’s some sort of group project instead of real life. Katsuki is livid, demanding that he leave before Katsuki makes him but Shinso’s resolve never wavers, determined to help his friend despite what Katsuki wanted. Before they get into a full blown argument though Shoto manages to get in between them, his hand pressed against Katsuki’s chest and reminding him that they could use the help considering what your father’s quirk was. Katsuki glares and Shinso over Shoto’s shoulder, the muscles in his jaw twitching but he does give in, reluctantly admitting that he may come in handy considering his quirk.

They hash out a plan as they continue towards the warehouse, Shoto and Katsuki passing on every bit of information they have about the place and what could be waiting for them. It’s then that they find out that Shinso had already known about your past and the man who had taken you. That had hurt, finding out that you had trusted the perpetually tired man with your secrets over them but he had been quick to say it hadn’t been your choice, Shinso using his quirk on within the first week of you being at U.A. He said you had been unsettlingly easy to use his quirk on, not showing any sign of resistance until afterwards. You hadn’t wanted to tell him and after the threat of pain from Aizawa he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone else either. Your friendship had been built in the fact you hadn’t trusted him and his unease of having a convicted murderer amongst the students. The genuine friendship had come later, after a rather brutal heart to heart that had left you a crying mess and Shinso determined to give you at least some semblance of normality before your prison sentence started back up.

Katsuki’s jealous, insanely so. He knows that the shitty zombie wannabe had tricked you into giving that information up but he can’t deny that jealousy and anger twist viciously in his chest at that bastard having known you better than he did. He had been jealous of the purple haired freak since the get go and this just brought it all back to the forefront again. Shoto had been quick to change the subject, directing their attention back to their hastily made plan and how best to get you out. They are all aware that the likelihood of all of them getting out of this unscathed are slim to none but it’s a risk they are all willing to take and despite how much Katsuki hates Shinso he can admit that he is a good fighter, loyal to his friends and willing to take risks when needed. It’s what they need right now and Shoto had been right, annoyingly, they really could do with the help. So he keeps his mouth shut and by the time they make it to the warehouse their plan seems a lot more solid then it had been.

Getting in had been the easy part, the place appearing to have had no security measures in place whatsoever. It screamed trap but they had yet to come across any members of the strike team so they could only assume they had made it safely into the inner parts of the compound. At least that had been the assumption but the further in they got the more evidence they found of a fight. Parts of the wall and floors were scorched, some of it even smouldering still. There were large gouges in the brick as well as what looked like slime dripping from the ceiling and what seemed to be roots bursting through the floor but they were a deep purple with weird glowing and pulsing lumps across them. There were no people though, no bodies of fallen heroes or criminals, not even any blood. It’s worrying and puts them all on high alert, Katsuki’s fingers twitching with his readiness to let off an explosion.

They finally caught up to the strike force about half an hour after they had entered the building, the three of them coming through some side door into the large main area of the building. They’re all just stood there, staring up at one of the suspended walkways and looking like fish in a barrel. Above them a handful of pointless extras circulate but it’s the two people standing at the far end that hold their attention.

Seeing you again should make them happy, should have them both clutching at their hearts and tears in their eyes. That’s not what happens though because as soon as they lay eyes on you they know something is wrong. Your face is blank, your eyes glassy without even a flicker of recognition as you look down at your former teachers and custodians. It’s horrible, like you’re just an empty shell or a puppet on strings, only moving and speaking when the puppeteer demands it. Katsuki wants to scream at you to stop, to demand that pull yourself together and do something but he stays silent, not stupid enough to compromise their position or put them and yourself in danger, no matter how angry he is.

Shoto, Katsuki and Shinso stay mostly hidden at the back, obscured by shadows and able to see everything as it plays out. There’s a lot of talking, Detective Evans demanding that Vasiliev hand himself over whilst the Russian continued to ignore him and make little jabs and mocking comments about how the detective had failed not only with his job but in keeping the promise he had made to you. Endeavor is the first to get bored, his booming voice cutting across the other two men and demanding that the criminals hand themselves over willingly or he would have no choice but to use force. That doesn’t have the desired effect that the number one hero had probably been hoping for. Vasiliev scoffs, promising that Endeavor would be dead long before he could ever lay a hand on him. It’s a threat and a promise, one the man follows through on when he turns to you and tells you to kill them all, his voice ringing with that strange echo that they now recognized as his quirk taking effect.

You moved instantly, wordlessly shedding your jacket before grabbing the railing and vaulting over it, plummeting towards the concrete below. You land on a knee with a crack but your face still remains blank, even as you stand and turn towards Detective Evans and tell him that he had a promise to keep if he wants anyone to make it out of here alive. Shoto’s scared, he can admit that. Your radiating danger and considering how powerful you are he knows that you are capable of carrying out that monster you call father’s command. There’s a pause, the air thick with anticipation as they all wait to see who makes the first move. Predictably it’s Endeavor, stepping forward with a raw of flames that you meet unflinchingly. All hell breaks loose after that.

It had been like something out of a nightmare. The ground blood splattered and the sound of pained cries filling the air. People get hurt, heroes cut down and left for dead amongst the crumbling building. There are other villains involved, low level no one’s that had willingly fallen in line behind the psychotic madman but you don’t seem to care that technically they are on your side. You went after your would be rescuers with a blind determination, unbothered if one of your fathers men got in your way or if the building's stability was affected. It was beautiful and terrifying, the three of them able to see for the first time what you were like as the villain Devoratrix.

The three of them being there wasn’t a surprise, Aizawa huffing about them being problem children and insisting that if they were going to be there they might as well be useful. Detective Evans hadn’t been so accepting, the man threatening to have their licenses suspended for disobeying a direct order. Something Shoto’s price of shit old man second. The fight is too intense though to pass up the help and they have no choice but to let the three of them take up their places amongst the chaos. They don’t get close to you despite how much they try, only catching glimpses as they face off against your old man’s lackeys. The low level villains had been easy enough to subdue, Katsuki and Shoto managing to take down a guy who vomited some disgusting black tar and a woman who looked more lizard than human. He doesn’t know how long the fight lasts but when the dust settles the scale of devastation becomes apparent.

The buildings only half standing, the entire middle of the large room blown out with long towering columns of smoke billowing out into the night sky. Almost everyone is supporting an injury of some kind. One of Aizawa’s eyes is swollen shut, blood dripping down his face and soaking the capture scarf wrapped around his neck. Shinso is supporting him, a large splattering of acid burns down his side, having burnt through his clothes and leaving angry red marks on his skin. Shoto’s got a few scrapes and bruises whilst Katsuki thinks he might have a cracked rib or two. Others hadn’t gotten off so easy. Heroes lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor, some trapped under fallen rubble whilst others tried to get them free. Even Endeavor hadn’t gone unscathed. You broke his leg, eyes cold and uncaring as you stomped down on it with unnatural strength. His raw of pain and outrage hadn’t been loud enough to mask the sickening crack of bone snapping. Most of it had been superficial though, designed to get them out of the fight but not permanently disable them, you somehow managing to get round Vasiliev’s command. Not completely though. There had been one person whose life you hadn’t been able to spare.

The devastation and heartbreak had been clear to see, your face stained with tears as Detective Evans took his last breath, your grip around his neck so tight that it had seemed like the detective's head would pop off. Vasiliev had laughed at your suffering, so callous and cruel but in the end he too had lost his life that day.

Things had moved quickly and you had been summoned to your father’s side as soon as the detective had taken his last breath. Shoto and Katsuki had been quick to follow you, ignoring the shouts of their names as they followed you and that monster out onto the roof. What had followed had been something that neither Katsuki nor Shoto had been ready for. They had fought you before, having sparred at school for trying and in class but this was different. You didn’t hold back, didn’t worry about hurting them because that was the point, your old man had wanted you to hurt them and you had been forced to comply.

It hadn’t lasted though. As soon as you had drawn the first drop of blood you had seemed to freeze, that hazy blankness from your eyes vanishing and being replaced with a kind of horror that neither of them had ever seen before. Whatever control Vasiliev had had on you was gone and even as he screamed and shouted for you to kill them you had remained resolutely disobedient, pleading with the man to stop and hand himself over but he hadn’t listened, growing angrier with every second that passed. When it became clear that you were no longer under his control the villain had turned his cold and manic gaze onto them and Shoto and Katsuki had been lost to the fog of having their minds taken over.

He had never felt such anger before, not even towards his father but when faced with Katsuki all Shoto had wanted was to rip the man limb from limb and he had seen no reason not to. It was a violent and bloody fight, ice and fire roaring across the roof as explosions rock the very foundations of the building and send chunks of concrete and metal flying into the air only to rain down upon them. Flesh gives, bone cracks and still they attack one another like the world depends on one of them finally killing the other.

They hurt you, both of them so consumed with their need to destroy the other that they barely even notice as you cry and beg for them to stop. Katsuki blows a hole in your side and Shoto puts an ice spike the width of a baseball bat through your shoulder and though deep down they both feel the horror and disgust of what they are doing, crying out to stop they can’t. Even when Shoto grabs a fistful of Katsuki’s ripped and charred top, his hand covered in ice and shaped into a dangerous looking spike, raised above Katsuki and ready to pierce his throat Shoto can’t stop and he feels sick with the realization of what he is about to do.

He pulls his arm back, taking a deep breath before bringing it down swiftly, screaming through the fog to stop but his body will not listen, trapped under the control of a man who would torture his so called daughter as punishment for liking a boy. The end of the spike pierces Katsuki’s exposed neck, blood swelling to the surface. He’s going to kill him, Shoto knows it and even although his hand trembles and he has tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the boy below him Shoto can’t force his hand to stop, only managing to slow it down as the blade of ice digs in. Something snaps though, that mind numbing fog disappearing as quickly as it had taken hold of him.

Shoto drops Katsuki to the ground with a horrified cry, stumbling back in an attempt to distance himself from what he had done. Katsuki gasps and coughs, hand pressed against the steadily bleeding wound and looking at Shoto like he doesn’t know him anymore. Slowly as one they turned to look at the place the mad man had been and breathe catches at what they found. You’re crying, cradling the lifeless body of the man you called father in your arms, hands covered in blood and the remains of an ice spike melting at your feet.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out what you had done to save Katsuki and Shoto’s lives.

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You sit alone in the silence of the night by the beach... It was just the sound of ocean and the waves were quite that day even the ocean was silent. Everything was peaceful expect there was a war going on in your head... N you thought only you acknowledged it...

The silence was disturbed by the voice of footsteps on the sand..

You didn't turn around to look at the person standing beside you... You didn't even flinch because you knew exactly who that was...

" Katsu-" You turn to look at him

But to your surprise it wasn't him

It was the person you were least expecting

"I wish" He says quietly

You freeze at his statement with heavy tension weighing on your shoulder

"I- I wasn't expecting you here"

He hums

"Me neither" He says

"I was thinking of you" You say nervously

"Me and him" You were startled by the words You never thought he'd ever say

You were almost to scared to form a response

Yet "you knew?" Were the only words that managed to escape your mouth

"Always"

" I'm sorry" You never looked at him your eyes were fixated on the sunset scenery before you

"Sorry for what?"

" For falling in love?"

You accepted his words

"This isn't natural- this is- I'm not suppose to be in love with two ppl at the same time"

" Could you help it though?" He says stepping a bit closer

" No"

He hums

By now the sun was set n the moon was upright shining in your eyes

" Isn't the moon lovely" He asks now looking for your eyes

This made you feel warm inside

You stayed silent not wanting to respond to his indirect confession

"It's too late, we're engaged"

"Too bad I never learnt to give up" That makes you chuckle

He sits down next to you, his voice almost emotionless with everything he said

After a couple of minutes of complete silence you finally break it

" You know I never thought about it so deeply" You say holding his hand tightly

"About what?"

"Death" With that he looks at you n you look at him, eyes locked with his never looking away

You both get up now gripping each other's hands tightly

"Why do you still love me?, after all I've done"

"I wish I knew"

You both step into the cold sea holding each other's hands as if holding on for dear life

You both starts to sink into the sea

And you heard a distend voice snd as you recognised it you stood still in utter terror realising what you were about to do as if coming back to your sense

Tears immediately forming your eyes

You realized how you were gonna throw it all away, him your and his future and his unborn baby. You were soon to be a mother and you wouldn't wanna kill the fetus in you..

"L- let's go back" You quickly untie your grip on his hand shaking and petrified

He knew it was him, he knew why you suddenly changed your mind n that's what made him stand by his decision because he knew it was too late, there's no going back at least for him now.

He now pulled you closer with a death grip on your hand

" It's too late, there's no going back now, we're far" He says

" No sho- let me go, I'm I'm pregnant" You tried yanking his hand

" I don't care"

"If I can't have you no one else can"

You were left shocked by his words it wasn't like him he would never do that this isn't him at all it's like he's possessed or something, you don't want to believe it, anything that's happening right before your eyes is so hard so swallow...

" I'd just rather die now" You thought to yourself but a part of you wanted to live too..

A part of you wanted a future with katsuki

A part of you wanted to die here with shoutou

You saw katsuki stepping into the water to get you and you promptly got rid of his grip on your hand

" I'd rather die than not have you as mine"

"Die then"

Those were your last words to him before you began trying to break free out of the water

" Why him, of all people?"

"Why not me"

You heard him say his possible last words

You never once looked back

You knew you are losing him to the unchangeable deep sea

You knew it's the last time you'll ever hear his voice

The voice that you thought was the most attractive

The voice you longed to hear

"The voice you thought you'd die with"

But you didn't care

Because katsuki was there for you

Because he's everything you'd ever wanted

And you couldn't care less about anyone as long as his yours

As long as you have him by your side

You wouldn't care if the world's on fire

All for him

You unconditionally loved him

And you promised yourself

You always will

Til your last breath

You were cunning

And it's all for the sake Bakugou katsuki.

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Author's note: this is my first fic n I don't usually write but I was looking for a love triangle fanfic of todobaku x reader but I couldn't find one so I decided to wrote one myself n I wasn't wanting to post this cz there might be a lot of mistake cz english isn't my native language but my friend insisted on posting this so i had to. Anyway ignore the mistakes n i hope you enjoy.

Happy reading.

#todobaku #todoroki x reader #bakutodo #bakugou x reader #todoroki fluff #bakugou x y/n #todoroki x y/n #love triangle #bnha x you #bnha fanfiction #shotou todoroki #katsuki bakugō #minors dni

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marsrblg · 2 years

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bnha fic recs <3

multiple characters

their s/o saying "i love you" for the first time [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, tamaki, shinsou, hawks, dabi, shigaraki] (gn reader)

bf hcs [bakugo, hawks, dabi] (gn reader)

someone pretending to be reader's friend to flirt when them [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, tamaki, shinsou, hawks, dabi, shigaraki] (gn reader)

reader dying their hair [midoriya, kaminari, shigaraki] (gn reader)

bakugo

pro hero bakugo x villain reader (gn reader)

the nightmare before christmas but it's bakugo and his bf (male reader)

hybrid bakugo hcs (gn reader)

roommate bakugo (gn reader)

bakguo fluff drabble (gn reader)

meeting mitsuki (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [02] (gn reader)

soulmate au (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [03] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [04] (gn reader)

roommate bakugo [02] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [05] (gn reader)

movie night with bakugo (gn reader)

proposing to bakugo (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly kiribaku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [06] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [07] (gn reader)

bakugo taking care of drunk reader (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [08] (gn reader)

todoroki

comforting shotou after a long day (male reader)

reader has wanda's powers (male reader)

carving pumpkins with shotou (gn reader)

shotou proposes (gn reader)

shotou fluff drabble (gn reader)

[poly tododeku] comforting izuku (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shotou fluff drabble [02] (gn reader)

husband shotou hcs (gn reader)

midoriya

[poly tododeku] comforting izuku (gn reader)

[poly villain izuku and dabi] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly shindeku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

izuku fluff drabble (gn reader)

kirishima

dying your hair together (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly kiribaku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shinsou

[poly shindeku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

dabi

bf dabi hcs (gn reader)

[part 01] phoenix quirk au

[part 02] phoenix quirk au where dabi comes back from the dead and lives a normal life and he works with kids ksnlekaslne (gn reader)

[poly villain izuku and dabi] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shigaraki

comforting shiggy (gn reader)

[college au] college bf shiggy (gn reader)

hawks

hawks hcs (gn reader)

hawks fluff drabble (gn reader)

waking up next to hawks (male reader)

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Pffffft can you imagine barbarian Bakugo and his clan bringing a whole parade to dabi’s kingdom to celebrate the readers period, meanwhile keigo’s eye is twitching as he ~screams~ gently asks for the whole clan to leave the kingdom

It's gotta be one of those times when Dabi was away on royal business, leaving his kingdom behind in Shotou's care, the instructions of keeping you, his most prized treasure safe went without saying.

Shotou assured his older brother that he will take care of you, as did concubine Keigo, which Dabi rewarded him with a quickie.

You were still asleep when Dabi came in your room to bid you goodbye, so he kissed your forehead and left a letter to notify you of his departure.

Only days later your period started, and while you were in bed, groaning in pain and absolutely in no mood to deal with your father's slut, servant Tomura tried his best to make you comfortable. Fluffing up your pillows, getting the maids to make more pads, having the palace chef make your favourite food.

But it seemed that your hormones prevented you from enjoying anything, and all you could do was cup your tummy and stay in bed, frustrated whenever you felt yourself bleed.

It felt disgusting.

Tomura just sighed as he sat in your dimly lit room quietly, embroidering your clothes. He offered to massage you aching legs, but you did not want to be touched, just wanted the sheets to swallow you up and spit you out a week later.

All of a sudden, there was loud commotion outside. You raised a brow at the disturbance, and Tomura was already out for the door to check it.

He walked towards the palace entrance, where concubine Keigo (dressed in a silk gown, like a little slut) and Prince Shotou (wearing his robes) were already standing with guards and servants. Tomura gave them a quick bow and he didn't need to ask before Shotou replied.

"Bakugo and the barbarians. They're here, at this time of the night." Shotou said, brows slightly furrowed as he wondered if they were under attack. A servant quickly brought over his crown and his sword.

"Guards, brace yourself. Be ready for anything." He then looked at Tomura. "Princess Y/n is the priority."

Tomura nodded, already preparing an escape route for you should things go south.

"Open the doors." Shotou ordered.

As the doors opened, everyone held their breath. Only to be visibly confused when he saw the barbarians dancing around, cheering and clearly drunk our of their mind. And to lead them all, Katsuki Bakugo rode on his horse, a lazy smile on his face.

He got off his horse, walking towards Shotou before a guard stopped him just a couple of feet away.

"That's close enough." The guard said.

Katsuki glared at the guard's audacity, but decided to let it go this time.

Katsuki huffed, before raising his hand.

And just like that, the rest for his clan came to a halt, dropping whatever they were doing and waiting for their leader's next command.

Katsuki stared into Shotou's eyes, and the Prince had no idea what was going through this crazy, uncivilised brute's head.

Katsuki then bowed, and his clan followed, bowing to Prince Shotou.

When he rose back up, Shotou nodded in acknowledgement. "How may I help you, Bakugo?"

The barbarian prince smirked, knowing damn well he was irritating him. "We heard the news."

"What news?"

Katsuki snickered. "The princess bled."

The instantaneous grim look that the entire palace shared was comical.

"And?"

Katsuki shrugged. "And we have come here to celebrate it. It is a tradition among the barbarians to celebrate their females first period. So, why don't you get the princess to come down and join us? It's rude to turn away your guests."

Keigo's eye twitched. "Princess Y/n is asleep." Shotou said. "And while it is rude to turn away guests, it is even more rude to come uninvited and uninformed."

Katsuki scoffed. "Oh, but I did inform the palace I was coming."

"And you were told not to come!" Keigo interrupted. "I sent back a letter telling you not to come!"

Bakugo feigned shock. "Oh? What letter? I didn't receive any letters from the palace. I just thought that when I sent the letter to the palace, it was you who got it, right Prjnce Shotou?"

Shotou remained stoic, but you could see the irritation in his eyes when he realised that concubine Keigo took the letter, read it and then wrote back, instead of giving the letter to Shotou.

Keigo interfered with palace matters again. Stuck his nose where it doesn't belong and look where it got them.

He'll deal with him later. For now, he needs to control the situation at hand before it starts becoming apparent that there is a power imbalance in the palace.

"I see. However, it is late and the princess is tired-"

"Katsuki?" You called from the top of the stairs, eyes confused and still a little sleepy. "What are you doing here?"

Katsuki smiled warmly at you. Its as if at the sight of you melted away any malice he held for your family, along with creating doubts and troubles among them.

You walked down the stairs, past your uncle Shotou towards your blonde friend. The commotion had woken you up and when Tomura didn't return, you were concerned.

"Hi, princess." Katsuki greeted, taking your hand and kissing it, and he could hear the way the palace guards stiffened up at his close proximity (and breaking Royal protocol).

"Hello." You greeted back in a small voice, body still in pain and fatigue. "What are you doing here? Everything okay?"

Katsuki looked into your eyes, as if it was just you two alone in the world. "I came to see you. Heard you were feeling a little under the weather, so I came over to see what I can do to help. And-" He then pulled out a bright ruby and gold necklace from his pocket. "Its a dragonstone amulet, to protect you against evil and promote good health during your time of the month."

"Oh... Kats, its beautiful." You whispered, letting him put it on you.

"So, will you celebrate with us?" Katsuki asked. You pondered, eyes still fixated on the amulet.

"I am hungry." You looked back at Shotou. "Can we, uncle Sho?"

Within 30 minutes, the palace was bustling again late at night, the palace kitchen hurrying to make one dish after another because these barbarians and there weren't enough cows in the world to match their appetite.

After Bakugo made sure you ate well (he softly glared at you until you finsihed every single bite he fed you), he pulled you along with him to main floor, waltzing to music. He had took time to learn all kinds of royal dances for you, and it was about time he showed them off. You laughed heartedly as Katsuki spun you around, his clan cheering you two on. And when Katsuki placed his hand on your lower back to pull you in, you all but leaned into him as his touch soothed the ache in your lower back. Katsuki's warm, rough, muscular body felt like a heavy blanket against your cold, aching body. Like a warm cocoon, Katsuki wrapped his buff arms around you and swayed slowly, and your lolled right onto his chest.

It was simply perfect.

Shotou simply watched the two of you as he sipped from his chalice, wondering which hand of Katsuki he'll chop off first should he get the chance. Suddenly, concubine Keigo appeared beside him.

"Shotou, I did send him a letter back informing him not to come to the palace-"

"Prince Shotou." Shotou said, his tone barely containing his anger. "You had no right reading Bakugo's letter, let alone writing back to him. Do you know why? Because you are not a part of this palace, you do not belong to this palace, you do not belong to this kingdom." Shotou said, the wine in his chalice starting to heat up. "You are my brother's, King Dabi's concubine. You belong to him and that's all. He may allow you to prance around like you own this place, but I assure you, with a flick of his wrist, he can throw you out too. So don't expect me to extend you the same courtesy of deluding yourself as my brother does."

Keigo remained silent because uptil now, he didn't think Shotou hated him. He just thought he was indifferent to his presence.

Boy, was he wrong.

Shotou watched you chuckle as Katsuki whispered something in your ear. And while your protective uncle may not like Katsuki touching you, he did appreciate the colour coming back to your life, the miserable state of yours now being replaced with one of joy.

He only allowed the barbarians in because you asked, and Shotou would've done anything to help you feel even a little better in your condition.

Even if it was at the hands of that hooligan Katsuki.

Keigo watched as Shotou's wine lit up on fire. Shotou scoffed before using his other hand to freeze the wine, before using a napkin to dab his lips.

"Make no mistake, concubine Keigo-" Shotou said, staring at you and Katsuki before letting his napkin burn to ashes in his hand. -this is all your fault."

Oh yeah, Katsuki definitely murdered the poor messenger who brought him Keigo's letter. And when news of a celebration got to young empress Momo, she was pissed because she could've celebrated your period instead. She could've been waltzing around with you instead of that idiot Bakugo.

Poor you though. You're gonna be punished by your dear friend Momo's jealousy. Be prepared and beware🥰

#yandere royal gay au #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere shoto x reader #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere keigo #yandere keigo x reader #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugo

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confusedblakex · 11 months

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'Two Dense Idiots' Quick Story and Headcannons

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X (Male) Gepard-inspred Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Endevour

Requested by: @averagetoyakinnie

Notes: Finals are over and it's nice to have free time to write again (Reader has a crystal type quirk)

Last edited: 12th July 2023

Shoto had no idea what he was feeling

Romance was the last thing on his mind, and yet it seemed to smack him in the face right when he least expected it

As the eldest child in a bloodline of high-ranking heroes, you and he were very similar in social status

Which meant you two knew each other from a young age

You found you cared a lot about him

And quickly took it upon yourself to care for him where his family had failed

You made it your life goal to protect him

You would become a hero for him

--- “Shoto?” You asked, interrupting the silence.

He hummed in response and turned to you.

“When we become pro heroes, I intend on staying by your side,” You said, since it was on your mind.

“Why? Surely that would only limit you?” He asked, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Heros are protectors of the people, and I cannot imagine I would be a good hero without you,” You explained, picking your words carefully but speaking with the same confidence.

Shoto raised an eyebrow.

“And I cannot risk losing you…” ---

You secretly get flustered around him

And while you didn’t show it outwardly, Shoto noticed something odd about how you were acting

He was worried he made you uncomfortable

But he too felt… some way about you

He didn’t know what way, but it made him happy

He smiled around you more, and loved being physically close

Even if he just stood slightly closer to you

But to everyone else, the two of you are a very serious duo

You often don’t even need to talk to communicate

And your telepathy confuses all the people around you

Especially in combat training

If you two were on the same team, needless to say it was swift and silent

If you were on opposite teams, keeping your plans from each other was difficult

--- “(y/n),” Iida said through the earpiece, “I’m close to the target but be careful, the villains should be just around the corner-”

You took the turn cautiously but found yourself stopping only centimetres away from Shoto’s face. Neither of you spoke, mostly too surprised to.

You raised an eyebrow at Shoto, and he tilted his head in response.

“They intended to split us up, I’m with (y/n), but Iida seems close to the weapon,”

“You weren’t supposed to know that…” You said, sighing before taking a battle stance. ---

But Shoto loves those interactions

Even if he despised his fire side, your encouragement is all he needed

He didn’t want to use his fire? That’s okay as long as he doesn’t hurt himself

He wanted to use his fire? Go for it! Just be careful using fire and ice in combination

Though it was something he spoke about rarely

In fact, you were just about the only person he goes to with personal matters

You know far more than anyone else and understand him more than anyone else

-That’s why he loves you-

Wait, no, he’s still in denial about that one

Or maybe he really is just that dense

--- “According to Mina, people who are ‘just friends’ don’t hold hands and hug,” Shoto said one day from the blue.

“So what does that make us?”

You thought about it for a moment. Friends hug, of course they do. And hold hands? Maybe less so, but it’s still a thing friends do.

“Of course friends can do those things,” You said, “I believe they are not limited to a specific type of relationship?”

“She said it was the way we did them” Shoto replied as he sat down next to you.

“Interesting…” You mumbled as you slipped your hand in his, “I’ll ask her about it tomorrow.” ---

-Mina wouldn't sut up about it the next day-

But expect Endeavour to have some plans

You’re strong, and your quirk is versatile

So even if he doesn’t like you, he’ll still support the relationship

Which Shoto doesn’t like at all

Not because he doesn’t want the support, but because of the reasons for doing so

Honestly, as soon as you can, the two of you are cutting that man off

For good

#x reader #x male reader #todoroki shouto #shotou todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #gepard hsr #headcannons

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toothedsmile · 4 years

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The puppeteer: Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven: The first battle part 2

Masterlist

A/N: As an apology I decided to give you most of the sports festival in this chapter so be prepared to read more than likely over a few 5000 words, with all the covid stuff going on here in Europe and school I didn’t really have much time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter and forgive me for my very very very late upload 😊

(this chapter has not been edited)

The whole public was amazed, barely a second in the battle and it seemed like it was already a win for Shinso. You could hear some people close by mumbling how they were surprised that someone form general studies had managed to this within a second, to be honest they were not the only ones, you as well thought this. It wasn’t exactly common for the classes that focused less on quirks (like the hero course) to be so high placed, which was a bit sad as they were kind off ignored in favour for the “higher classes”, it was as if they were a bit biased.

“Hey Y/N? Aren’t you also surprised why this dude isn’t in the hero course?” Looking to the side you could see that your friend had leaned a bit closer to you while still looking at the “fight” that was going on at the moment (Midoriya walking wasn’t really a fight). In the background you could faintly hear the voice of the pro hero Eraser Head speaking about some things.

“I mean, not really…Don’t look at me like that.” You pinched their arm, making them wince and lean away form you as they rubbed the more than likely red spot. “The entrance exam was us fighting against robots, by my guess Shinso has some quirk that works with the mind, but robots don’t have those. So unless he knew that saving people would get you points he most likely failed and didn’t get in the course. It’s a pretty stupid reason if you think about it, they should totally change that.”

F/N looked at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, they made some weird movements, scrunching their eyebrows and then relaxing them again, looking side to side as if they were searching for something to say at your explanation.

“I didn’t know you were that smart, like, at all.”

Offended you looked at them, their only reply being a shrug as they looked away from your burning eyes. Smacking their arm really hard you looked back to the fight after having felt a rush of wind, completely ignoring F/N’s yell of “Ow! On the same place?!” and “Why?”

With your attention finally being on the fight you could see that Midoriya was pushing Shinso to the line while Shinso himself was yelling things at him, thought they were to far away to properly hear.

Everyone flinched a bit back when Shinso delivered a painful looking punch to the face of Midoriya, he tried to push back by placing his hand on Midoriya’s face but Midoriya took a hold of his arm and threw him firmly over his shoulder onto the ground and over the white line, signifying the win of this round for Midoriya.

“Shinso is out of the ring! Midoriya moves on to the second round!”

And with the win officially given by Midnight the public and your group screamed loudly as they stood up.

“Well we’re off to an uneventful start! Put your hands together for our fierce competitors!” Everyone listened to what Present Mic said and started clapping and screaming loudly for the two boys.

Shinso walked away from the stage and even if he had his head bowed slightly to the ground one could see, if they looked closely enough, that he was holding back tears. While he just got of the stage, some other kids (more than likely from his class) yelled down to him with big smiles as they proudly looked at him, it didn’t surprise you one bit as he was quite amazing, had Midoriya not gotten out of whatever trance he was in, Shinso could have gotten far enough to get to the top three.

“So who is fighting next?” You asked out loud to your two friends but it seemed they knew as much as you did as they merely shrugged with sheepish smiles.

“Useless, I have no idea why I brought you two here.” Your joking remark was rewarded by two slaps on your arms, and to make sure they wouldn’t do this again you said something.

“Harder please.”

As if you suddenly had some sort of disease they both shuffled away from you with disgusted frowns on their faces as they held their arms close to their bodies.

“You’re so gross I can’t believe I was friends with you!” F/N yelled out, followed by a “I second that but I can’t believe that I became friends with you!” from Ilya.

With a huge (slightly mocking) smile you wrapped your arms around their shoulders, making sure that they were extra close to you to increase their so called disgust.

“You guys love me and you can’t deny it.”

They both succumbed to their fate and relaxed in your arms as they nodded slightly, your (for once) peaceful air was ruined by a loud Present Mic as he announced the next round.

“The wait is over! Moving on, here they are!”

You could see the tape guy walking up the stage, his arms stretched in front of him and his hands interconnected with his palms facing outside. On the other side of the stage a somehow really angry looking guy stood with two different hair colours.

“The cream of the crop! Yet this guy is somehow still as plain as they come, it’s Sero Hanta of the hero course! Versus, the best of the best! The strongest of the strongest! It’s Todoroki Shouto, also from the hero course!”

After a few seconds of silence Present Mic announced the start of the round.

Sero quickly wrapped some tape around Todoroki and yanked him to the side.

“He’s trying to push him out with a surprise attack! It’s probably the best strategy for him! Sero’s giving it his all”

Seeing the fast action of Sero you couldn’t help but stand up and cheer like some others and yelled out your support. “You go Sero!”

Yet it seemed as if it was in vain, a big gust of wind wafted up and suddenly half of the stadium was covered in a gigantic mountain of ice. Everyone was so silent that you could even hear Sero muttering the question of “That’s overkill no?” He too was completely covered in ice and you stood frozen in your place with our hands raised up in the sky like a total moron.

Midnight, who was also frozen broke the silence. “Sero? Can you move?”

Sero replied slightly shaking in the ice. “You’re kidding right? Ow ow ow.” You weren’t really surprised that he was currently in pain.

“Sero is immobilized! Todoroki moves on to the second round!”

Slowly you brought your hands down to you mouth and decided to yell out some encouragement, from that one tiny interaction you actually felt quite bad for him.

“It’s fine!” You eyes looked around, hoping that others would follow your example.

“It’s fine!” A few other yelled with you in sync, when you yelled for the third time it was more until everyone was yelling “It’s fine!” at the same time.

In the meantime Todoroki had gone to Sero to help him out of the ice with his…other quirk? It was announced that there would be another short pause until the ice was all gone, some other heat based heroes came down to help with the melting.

Unsurprisingly it took quite while until the huge mountain was completely gone.

“With the arena all thawed out, it’ time for the match! It’s class B’s assassin! Every…something- or- other has it’s thorns right? It’s Shiozaki Ibara! Versus, The sparkling killing boy! Kaminari Denki!”

All of a sudden Shiozaki turned around to face the commentators, objecting the fact that she had been called an assassin. Present Mic apologized and the match continued. Once again there were a few second of silence before he yelled out his start.

Electricity sparked around Kaminari as he determinedly looked at Shiozaki, he seemed to be very strong. But alas, it seemed as if you thought to high of him, once he made his attack he was left looking weirdly.

Shiozaki had protected herself and stood safely under a bunch of plants as she wrapped vines around Kaminari, it was obvious who had won here.

Not too soon after it was time for the next match to begin and Present Mic gave once again introduced the new contestants.

“The first round is just about half over! Next up is Ida Tenya of the hero course! Versus, covered head to toe in support equipment, it’s Hatsume Mei of the support course!”

At first there were some issues with the fact that Ida was also wearing support equipment despite that that the hero course wasn’t allowed to use any. The issue was quickly resolved as the reason Ida had apparently struck to the heart and so he was allowed to use the equipment.

Once Present Mic Yelled out his start, Ida didn’t wait for a second and zoomed right to her. He was efficiently dodged by Hatsume who spoke about the action she made while Ida messily turned back around. Hatsume began speaking about the equipment like a born sales-woman with the help of a microphone to increase her volume.

“Ah, is she using him to ell her items or something?” You snorted at the remark Ilya made, though it probably was correct. “She totally did, I mean, look at her…she isn��t even focused on her fight.”

F/N decided to contribute to the conversation. “Hey guys, how long do you think this is going to take? Look at all the stuff she has on her, like, that isn’t going to be like ‘one two three and done!’” You both looked at F/N, realizing that it would probably take around ten minutes or so before Hatsume would finally be finished with whatever she was going to speak about.

“Damn, I guess we can just talk now right?”

Expectantly you looked side to side but were disappointed by the fact that both of your friends were on their phones not even listening to you. With a huge sigh you leaned back in your seat and took out your own phone.

“Guess I’ll do the same then.”

The following ten minutes were filled with the speaking of Hatsume while almost everyone was on their phone except some people that worked for support companies who were watching the match with surprisingly great attention.

You were very glad when that ended and were looking forward to the next round, hoping that it would be better than whatever just happened.

The match was between a guy named Aoyoma Yuga and a pink girl named Ashido Mina, you were honestly quite impressed by her dodging, she seemed very lithe in the movements she made. She managed to win by throwing acid on the belt of Aoyoma and then upper cutting him right on his chin with such force that he was knocked unconscious.

Surprised you spoke to your friends. “That must’ve been one hell of a punch!”

After a minute the next math began, it was between a guy who had a bird head, to say it frankly, and a girl with black hair. The match was over quite soon, it seemed that by the time the girl would’ve made an object to help her in her fight, the boy just interrupted her as he didn’t need to wait for his quirk.

Soon after to other guys stepped up, they walked almost in synchrony, smashed their fists against their palms at the exact same time and ran at each other exactly at the same time when Present Mic gave the start signal.

They kept the match going for suite some time as they were seemingly evenly matched and their quirks were very similar to each other. Eventually they managed to tire themselves so out that when they landed the next punch on each other’s faces they knocked the other out, their bodies thudding on the ground on the exact same moment. The match was declared a draw and they would do an arm-wrestling match after they both woke up to declare a winner.

Finally it was time for the last match to begin.

“For the last matchup of the first round. A celebrity since his middle school days, with a face only a mother could love. It’s Bakugo Katsuki of the hero course! Versus! My personal pick! Uraraka Ochaco also of the hero course!”

With a deadpanned expression you looked at the announcers, more specifically at Present Mic for his blatant favouritism. ‘Ah, aren’t they supposed to be neutral in these things?’

You weren’t really surprised with the fact that Present Mic said that Bakugo’s face was one only a mother could love, he did have his mouth scrunched up in a weird way and his narrowed eyes didn’t give a great impression either. You preferred him a bit more when he was more silent and less ‘don’t fucking look at me peasant’, like when he was walking silently beside you when he guided you to the public entrance almost an hour ago.

[Just in between, I legit finished half a manga volume with everything above here, but I really wanna finish the sports festival, anyway, continue…]

It was silent for a little while, everyone for some reason looked at the two new contestants with bated breath, no one even dared to make noise until Present Mic announced the start.

Uraraka ran to Bakugo with extreme speed, low to the ground and both her hands held in front of her but she was stopped by a pretty big blast right in her face, at first you though that Bakugo had her pinned on the ground until you saw that what he held was an empty jacket.

Right from the side Uraraka sprung to Bakugo with her arms outstretched while Present Mic excitedly spoke about what she had done to fool Bakugo.

For a second it seemed that she was going to touch his back but with immense speed another explosion was blasted right into her face and she was knocked back, slightly skidding on the floor until she got back up.

‘Amazing! His reaction time is so fast! I wish I could do that!’

With wide eyes and bathed breath you kept looking at the fight. Hoping for the sweet looking girl, Uraraka, to win but silently also hoping that Bakugo would take the first place, though you did have to admit that seeing Uraraka charge relentlessly at Bakugo wasn’t a really pleasant experience.

You could hear that Present Mic felt something along the same lines as you but it was more in the way of ‘poor girl so strong willed but not strong enough against him’ and it seemed that other spectators felt the same as him.

A hero in the stands started booing and soon enough a whole crowd went along with it, while yes it wasn’t nice to see, both Bakugo and Uraraka didn’t deserve their fight to be booed. They were both giving it their best and it felt for you that they were insulting Uraraka’s braveness and strong will power especially against someone who was so focused on a goal as Bakugo.

A small nudge caused your attention to leave the fight as you locked eyes with Ilya.

“Don’t you think that the booing is stupid? I mean, they like, should’ve noticed the things in the sky right?”

You looked at him questioningly, furrowing your brows and adding a small head tilt. Rolling his eyes, Ilya pointed at the sky overhead Uraraka and Bakugo, showing rocks floating above them, slightly hidden from the public and thoroughly from the fighters beneath.

A small “Woah!” escaped your mouth as you looked at it, some people nearby who had heard followed your line of sight and gaped alongside of you. Faintly you could hear Present Mic agreeing with the still on going booing but he was quickly stopped by Eraser Head who spoke firmly through the microphone.

“Is the one who said that he’s toying with her a pro? How many years of active duty? If that’s what you’re taking away from watching then you can leave, there’s no point for you staying here and watching. Go home and start looking for another job.”

At his words your friends and you clenched your fists and yelled a “Yeah!” knowing that he was going to defend Bakugo and Uraraka.

“She came this far and he knows her strength. His caution shows that he recognizes her as a worthy opponent. It’ because he wants to win so badly that he can’t afford to hold back.”

Some people alongside you cheered with you and your friends. The way he spoke was somehow very encouraging despite speaking in a mostly monotonous voice.

All the focus went back to the still on going fight, you could see that Uraraka was speaking but it was obvious that you were too far away to properly hear her, by watching her mouth you could only guess that she had said ‘Thank you’ but you weren’t very sure.

All the smoke had left and people looked with wide eyes as Uraraka put her fingertips together and unleashed the massive amount of big rocks above their heads. Even Present mic hadn’t even noticed the rock and loudly yelled in the microphone what Uraraka had made.

“It’s a meteor storm!”

Uraraka ran forward with all her might while Bakugo determinedly looked up at the falling rocks, he braced himself and raised his left arm in the sky while he supported it with his other. Tiny sparks ran up his arm and released such a gigantic explosion that even you could feel the heat that came from it, you slightly closed your eyes to protect them from the very bright light but you were still amazed by the prowess that Bakugo showed in that single second.

Bakugo had obliterated the rocks in mere seconds.

“What and explosion! Uraraka’s secret plan just, went up in smoke!”

They both tried to run at each other but it seemed that Uraraka's meteor storm had taken too much out of her as she fell to the ground and tried to crawl further. Bakugo stood still watching just like the audience as Midnight went down to check on Uraraka and deemed her unable to continue and spoke that Bakugo would move on to the second round.

Your group of friends and some other audience members cheered at the victory but most of the others watched with pity as Uraraka was moved away by to tiny robots.

“Oh, poor Uraraka, taken down by Bakugo in the first round.” You could hear the reply of the previously silent Eraser Head. “If you’re going to be an announcer then do it right.”

You couldn’t help but agree with what he said.

“Well, get it together everyone…The first round is now over! We’ll move on to the second after a quick break!”

Once again you could hear Eraser Head speaking to Present Mic over the microphone, it was honestly quite entertaining to hear their friendly banter. It wasn’t the first time that you had seen it either, there were a lot of videos on the internet of their friendship and especially these moments.

“You’re making this way too personal.”

Once again you agreed with Eraser Head’s words, you’d love to know what else he thought on other topics and stuff, he seems like a pretty cool teacher to have.

There was a small break which you used to stretch out after sitting down for so long, you were quite surprised by the amount of pops you could hear coming from you back as you turned a bit to the left and to the right, even your two friends looked at you with wide and slightly disgusted eyes after they heard it. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them, the pops were really loud and they most certainly did not sound pleasant at all.

It seemed that the break was over as Present Mic announced that Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would do their arm-wrestling contest to see who would get to go to the next round, after a surprising amount of time, Kirishima came out victorious. His opponent was on the ground on his knees but when he looked up he was met with the sight of Kirishima standing with his hand outstretched to help him up, they both looked each other intensely in the eyes, it seemed that they had come to some sort of understanding.

With all the winners being known, Present Mic did not wait for much longer before he announced the start of the first match of the second round.

“Both of these competitors have won top marks in this festival so far! But there is only room for one of these greats in the ring! It’s Todoroki vs. Midoriya!! Start!”

Immediately after he yelled the start they both readied themselves, in the blink of an eye Todoroki had send out a big amount of ice towards Midoriya, you slightly worried that Midoriya wouldn’t really be able to do anything but you were surprised that he held out his hand and flicked a finger to the ice which then shattered into a bunch of pieces, because of the wind they both lightly stumbled back before managing to stay steady.

“WHOAA! He smashed right through!” There was no other way to describe what had happened.

Once again Todoroki used the same attack and Midoriya defended in the same way, this time Todoroki made some sort of ice shield behind himself so he wouldn’t get blown backwards by the wind. Faintly you could see on the big screens around the stadium that Midoriya’s fingers were very damaged, some even seemed to be coloured a deep purple.

The same thing happened two extra times before Todoroki got closer to Midoriya to attack, he punched the ground where Midoriya stood before he dodged, on the big tv’s you could see that there was a bit of ice caught onto Midoriya’s foot.

Suddenly there was a big gust of wind and dust flying around, faintly you could see that Todoroki once again had made a shield of ice behind him, though they could also be chunks of ice that had fallen back on the ground or something. For some reason the wind seemed stronger than the ones that happened before, once the dust cleared you could see that Midoriya’s arm was damaged.

Both Midoriya and Todoroki stood there for a few seconds saying something to each other but it was not picked up by any microphone, Todoroki then once again decided to do another ice attack like he had done the previous three times.

Somehow Midoriya defended himself with his more than likely very broken fingers, much to the bafflement of the audience and his opponent. He yelled something at Todoroki and for once the microphones actually picked something up.

“Gimme everything you got! Come at me!” With his broken fingers he clenched his hand tightly into the eyes of Todoroki with pain but determined to complete some sort of goal. (couldn’t help myself)

It was quite amazing to see the amount of dedication Midoriya had for something even if you didn’t know what it was, you wouldn’t have been able to do that and not to mention the amount of pain tolerance he had to have to even bite through the pain of the broken fingers and, most likely, arm.

‘He must’ve been through quite a bit… That Todoroki guy too, just look at how cold he is…Haha.’

You felt both proud and horrible for your sense of newly discovered humour. It was a pun and most certainly not exactly suitable for the context you meant it in.

Just then your eyes caught sight of the punch that was delivered directly into Todoroki’s stomach area, he flew behind and skidded a few times on the ground before coming to a stop, he stood back up and clutched his stomach.

“What a hit! Things are really heating up!”

Everybody was amazed as until now, neither Midoriya nor Todoroki had managed to give the other a solid hit. Once again you were pleasantly surprised, somehow, despite the fact that Midoriya looked completely beat up despite not having been hit.

Midoriya raised his hand to his mouth when he saw that Todoroki was coming closer, he had instead of solely using his fingers to flick them he had decided to make use of his thumb that had probably not been used. He put it on the inside of his mouth, right with the cheek and flicked Todoroki back with a blast. In between the next attack Midoriya yelled something at Todoroki, it was then that you could either see a bruise or blood on his cheek. He attacked once, twice, yelling at Todoroki seemingly with all his heart.

It was both admirable and extremely painful to see how far he went for his goal.

But you could see that it had an effect on Todoroki as he somehow seemed to be there yet also not.

Once Midoriya had knocked him down onto the ground he took a big gulp of air and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Your power, is your own!”

For a second you could see sadness on Todoroki’s face, yet it seemed as if he had once again discovered something that had been taken away from him.

Before you or anyone else knew, a huge flame rose up from the middle, you could feel a surprising amount of heat reach towards where you sat and your hands instinctually went up to protect your face from the blaze. For some reason, the flames were exceptionally beautiful in that moment. Faintly you could see a smile on his face.

All of a sudden a shout was heard. “Shouto!” Endeavor had stood up from his seat and was stomping down the stairs yelling things you couldn’t hear. Present Mic spoke after the action, by his voice you could hear that he as well was confused by whatever it was that Endeavor said.

“A sudden pep talk from Mr. Endeavor huh? What a doting parent.” Under his voice he mumbled that he found it slightly unexpected as they were not on good terms apparently.

When the flames had downed slightly you focused all your attention on the fight again, Todoroki still had a part of him that was on fire but the heat was not felt to where you were, you could see that Midoriya and him stood face to face, ready to preform one final attack.

They both flew at each other, reaching out but were stopped in the middle by Cementoss and Midnight. Several slabs of cement rose up from the ground between them and faintly you could see that Midnight ripped a part of her hero costume to release her quirk.

The two attacks hit the slabs of cement and a gigantic cloud of dust rose over the stage, the wind blew everything and everyone back, your eyes had to squint to keep dust out of them, the dust cloud went so high that you could see it rising over the stadium. Present Mic spoke for everyone when he asked Eraser head what was up with his class.

“What a blast and what heat! Can’t see a thing. Has the match been decided?”

The dust started to clear, Midoriya was seemingly leaning against the wall, your eyes widened as you suddenly saw him fall with a thud to the ground.

“Todoroki moves on to the third round!”

There he stood, half covered in the dust and surrounded by ice, his clothing was partially burned away by his own quirk. You had to be honest with yourself, it was quite a sight to behold and you were very sure that you were not the only one.

The next round started after the previously done damages to the stage were repaired, it was time for Shiozaki to go against Ida. It felt as if the fight went by too fast but somehow you were not very surprised that it happened as it was a part of Ida’s quirk, especially if he kicked it into high gear.

You giggled at your joke despite the fact that it wasn’t your best one. You knew you could do better.

Eventually Ida won the match and then the next round between Ashido and Tokoyami was starting and ending before you knew it.

It was finally time for the last match in the second round, Kirishima vs Bakugo.

In all honesty, you were surprisingly excited for this match, not only because you were curious as to what other moves Bakugo had in his arsenal but also for the outcome of this match. While it was true that Bakugo was seemingly pretty vicious when fighting, you had a feeling that Kirishima would be able to old himself quite well against him with his quirk and you really wanted to see just how well he could use it against such an opponent and if he was able to win this.

The match had a very explosive start, but it seemed that Kirishima was doing just fine against the explosion that were pretty much fired off at point-blank.

When Bakugo fired off another explosion with his left he was countered by Kirishima who managed to scratch his right cheek with his hardened fist. With wide eyes filled with amazement you kept watching at how Kirishima attacked by rapidly punching.

“Man, these guys are pretty cool…” You muttered under your breath.

They kept exchanging punches, or in Bakugo’s case explosions, with each other before suddenly an explosion managed to hurt Kirishima in his side.

Present Mic yelled out your exact thoughts at that moment.

“OOOH! Did he feel that?!”

Kirishima seemed a bit dazed after that and Bakugo took full advantage of that, he started blasting away at Kirishima, not giving him time to retaliate or do more to protect himself. With a final powerful explosion, probably filled with all his determination, Bakugo blasted Kirishima away, he yelled something but you weren’t able to hear whatever he said.

With a slightly bated breath you looked at Kirishima, who laid on the ground, and slightly hoped that he would come back up, for he seemed so strong. Sadly enough Present Mic announced the final outcome of the battle.

“Bakugo’s carpet bombing blasts him into third round! And with that we’ve got our final four!”

A/N: Sooo, I uh, wanted to get the whole sports festival done in this chapter but it was so much that I decided to split it in three. Comments and likes are very much appreciated! I hope you enjoyed this 5000+ chapter like I said in the beginning…that was my estimation for the whole sports festival, I have underestimated the amount :/

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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oh please can you do the soft boyfriend headcannons for shoto too🥺🥺🥺

TODOROKI SHOTO ! boyfriend headcannons

is this gonna be a trend now

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: some nsfw, tad bit possessiveness, drinking

EARLY STAGES OF THE RELATIONSHIP

He's so in love.

He's honestly obsessed with you.

He thinks of you all day long.

How your hair falls around your ears and shoulders.

How your eyes crease when you smile at him.

Your giggles.

How you bat your lashes at him.

How small your hands are when being held within his.

Your neck.

Your waist.

How your thigh-highs squeeze just a bit into the fat of your thighs.

How your short skirt swings when you bounce about.

How he sometimes catches a glimpse of your panties.

He'll sit quietly at his desk in the middle of class, slight blush dusting his cheeks and a small smile playing on his lips, silently amusing his own thoughts.

He's a bit of a perv, but only for you.

He'll daydream for hours.

Replaying the first time you called him beautiful in his head.

Closing his eyes to try and remember the feeling of your gentle fingertips running over his scar.

That soft look in your eyes and how you brushed his bangs from his face and told him to stop hiding.

He'll wonder what you're up to...

If you're thinking about him...

Often caught zoning out when looking at you.

Even when you're talking to him.

He won't even be listening half the time.

He'll catch the first part of the conversation before tuning out to study how you swing your hands when you talk.

You have to repeat yourself constantly.

It's a bit annoying...

The last thing he wants is to be disrespectful.

But, he's just so easily distracted.

He loves FaceTiming.

He'll call you up in the morning.

He'll call you up all day long.

Even when he doesn't really have anything special to say.

He'll call you before bed so that you can fall asleep together.

He'll fight to be the one to stay up longer, just so he can study your face in all its softness when you're sleeping.

Loves your soft groggy voice over the phone.

Smiles when hearing your snores through the speaker.

Likes to imagine you're lying just next to him.

He asks Fuyumi for advice on the daily.

Regarding EVERYTHING girlfriend related.

Even if it's intimate.

Even if it's sexual.

He literally has no filter.

Was very reserved when it came to touching in the start of your fling.

But feels very on-edge and fidgety if he doesn't have at least one hand on you at all times after a while into the relationship.

Especially if others are near.

He doesn't get too possessive...

Or at least it doesn't come across that way.

It's portrayed more as him being protective rather than jealous.

Especially around grabby guys like Denki and Kirishima.

Despite them being friends.

He doesn't like how frisky they are with you.

He doesn't like when other people touch you at all really...

There are a lot of things, especially intimate, that he doesn't understand that he needs to discuss with you before trying.

Like how: - Just because he's horny, doesn't mean that you're in the mood. - Or like how you don't want to make-out with him in front of your friends and family. - How being horny in some situations are inappropriate. Like the common-room couch, even if no one's there to see you, or in someone else's dorm or the mall...

It goes right over his head and he never really learns.

In the bedroom...

It's a bit of a rocky road in the start.

A road with a ton of ups and downs.

And way too many speed bumps along the way.

Surprisingly...

He was very EAGER.

He was very ready to make you his.

No words, just action.

Once you give him even the slightest hint that you were ready to take the next step, he was instantly on you, almost aggressively.

He's removing his shirt and tugging you out of yours without a second thought, lifting you up and placing you down, hands squeezing what they want, kissing whatever place his lips are closest to in the moment, not really paying too much attention to see if what he's doing is in the right tempo to you lying beneath him.

Your first time could in one word be summarised as heavy.

And a tad bit one-sided...

He can be a bit overwhelming.

Since he'll often forget his own size and strength compared to you.

Also, in regard to the fact that he can't stand not being the one in control.

As one can expect for a guy who's been raised with an absent mom, strictly to become a fighter and not a lover.

He can't handle not being the one on top.

And he's got some panicking issues when it comes to letting you touch him.

Because you'll sometimes graze places that still give him unpleasant memories.

It's difficult to get him to open up about it, but when he does everything makes sense.

You've had the talk about what places are okay for you to touch and what places are off limits many many MANY times.

His kisses...

Sometimes extremely soft.

Slow and gentle.

Like snow fall.

Barely brushing lips against lips.

Sharing oxygen more than actual kissing.

Or just a million small pecks everywhere but your lips.

Lazy eyes and needy hands squeezing your waist, pulling you closer.

T E A R S

He's a bit of a cryer at times when he's feeling soft.

Even letting slip the soft occasional whimper.

Other times however...

His kisses will be the epitome of CARNAL.

He'll be rough.

Nearly scary...

Enough to have your heart pound when he pins you with his strength.

Your wrists held tightly above your head, out of the way for him to do as he pleases.

Teeth and tongue. Bite-marks and growling.

But he won’t ever think too much about how harsh he's being until afterwards.

Seeing the love-bites decorating your otherwise fine skin.

He'll have this look on his face as though he's been slapped.

"Did I do that?"

Sometimes you'll wonder if the aloof innocence is just an act, because you'll often swear you can spot a small tug of a smirk playing on his lips only a short while after.

You'll have definitely talked safe-words.

You're the one that brought it up.

He was completely clueless about it, sitting there like the embodiment of a question mark.

Looking almost angry at the explanation you give.

He doesn't understand why you would need such a thing unless you don’t trust him.

It all makes him feel a bit offended and sad.

The last thing he wants is for you to think he’ll ever hurt you.

It makes him feel like his father...

He cried a bit.

You needed to be careful explaining it to him.

Constantly reminding him of how you do trust him.

Telling him how it could come in handy for his sake as well.

Where instead of pushing you off in a panic when you touch places still too painful, he could instead apply the safe-word.

He still doesn’t like it though.

SOMETIME INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

Adores sharing the bed.

Especially those first times you stayed over and he still only had the slim twin bed and the two of you would practically have to lie on top of each other.

Hugs and smells your pillow every chance he gets and uses it as a plushie when you're gone.

Enjoys how you wordlessly sneak over to the other side of the bed when you want to enjoy either his cold right side or warm left.

Lowkey dislikes that you got a new Kingsized bed when you moved in together, as he doesn't have an excuse to cling to you as much.

Buys you A LOT of presents.

Every time he comes across something that he wants to see you in.

Could be anything. - Dresses and jewellery - His merch - L I N G E R I E

Likes you dripping in silver and gold in a lace-teddy, adorned with a garner-belt and thigh-highs...

It's somewhat of a kink for him.

Poor boy gets upset when he hasn't seen you in a while.

Or when the two of you are fighting, and he's been banished to sleep on the couch.

He'll be snippy and grumpy with his friends.

Brows set low in a frown.

Snaps and barks and growls at people.

Real violent and reckless in training or on patrol.

Just DESTRUCTIVE.

As said, he loves face-timing and resorts to it multiple times a day when he doesn't get to see you.

But there's more.

PHONE-SEX

Asking what you're wearing, listening to you explain, always a bit embarrassed when whispering through the phone.

It makes him smirk.

He'll give you instructions...

Soft moans coming through the phone to his side.

Groans and growls sending shivers down your spine on the other.

He prefers it being just the two of you.

He'll join you for parties, but will want to leave early.

He'd rather watch movies and snuggle in bed. Preferably on the smaller intimate screen of his laptop where you have to huddle close.

He doesn’t like your friends that much either…

They’re always telling you that you can’t spend all your time with him…

Talking about stuff they don’t understand.

Nor is he a fan of double-dates either.

He wants to be alone where he's free to touch without you shooing his hand away, telling him to behave.

Has seriously no reservations and does not grasp the concept of space or limits.

Nor the fact that there are times and places for certain things.

It doesn't get better over time.

Almost as though he chooses not to understand what you mean.

He’ll start stuff in public, no care for drawing attention.

Kiss your neck and bite your earlobe.

Whispering dirty nothings into your ear as though they’re not at a gala with all his hero-colleagues.

He barely understands that he’s a celebrity, otherwise doesn’t care.

Paparazzi just annoys him.

Hates it when people mix themselves up in his business.

Especially regarding his relationship.

Be it the media or friends or even family.

He'll brush of fans when you're on a date like he’s heartless.

You always need to correct him.

Make him give them an autograph.

He makes it sloppy on purpose just to spite them for looking at you with disdainful ugly envious eyes.

He honestly doesn't like his own fans too much.

He thinks they should understand that he's taken and spoken for.

In interviews or any other type of media where he's asked to address all the fans pining for him, he'll always point out how you're the only one for him and how none of them stand a chance and that they should all stop trying.

He could not care less that his producers bank a lot on his good looks and charm.

But despite Shoto being completely careless to all the pretty girls and boys that gawk at him...

You obviously aren’t clueless or blind to how beautiful he is and how large his fanbase is...

It used to intimidate you.

But having known Shoto intimately for a long while you're also completely aware of how little he cares for such things.

He gives you way too much attention for you to feel insecure anyway.

Has a lot of issues with his father.

He's very fragile.

Accuses you of taking Enji's side when you try to suggest he talk to the old man more.

He's the root cause of most, if not all, of your fights.

He’s impossible at family dinners.

Always getting a bit too tipsy.

Causes a scene...

Cries afterwards.

TIP-JAR

BAKUGOU, KIRISHIMA

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