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songbirdsingingthings · 4 months

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In Love. Actually.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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WARNINGS: Fluff, Spoilers for the movie Love, Actually.

Request by @luluwiie: how about Y/N helping Shouto (deliberately or not) to discover Christmas magic, and for the first time enjoy some good moments during Christmas time ? As they're still only-close-friends-but-secretely-pining-on-each-other, you know *^* Cause Pining. I love pining. Secret crush FTW

A/N: Oh we're so back. Thank you so much for the request @luluwiie you are the absolute best. I'm so serious about that, you never fail to have the loveliest requests and sweetest words. Happy holidays to everyone who celebrates, and enjoy!!!

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There seemed to be some kind of energy in the air – one that seemed to have wired every single one of Shouto Todoroki’s classmates into becoming a strangely more happy version of themselves. That was, of course, not to say that his classmates weren’t usually happy, they absolutely were, but during this time of year it was next level.

Taking in the scene before him, all he could really do was people-watch. Iida, if one could believe, was almost relaxed – leaning back in one of the chairs in the dorm living room and reading a book with a calm smile. A group of some of the girls, including Yaoyorozu, Jirou, and Uraraka, were trying their best to construct gingerbread houses. Even with the extra bags of icing Yaoyorozu created with her quirk, the walls kept falling down. But, even with each collapse of the houses, the girls just smiled, shook their heads, and tried again. Even Bakugou, against all odds, almost had a twitch of a genuine smile on his face as he bounced around the kitchen baking cookies, marinating several dishes for the night’s dinner, and prepping produce for the following morning.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. It was what many, if not most, called the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas. Well, to be more specific, Christmas Eve.

“You plan on joining in?” A soft voice sounded next to him. He smiled a bit and turned towards it.

“I’m not so sure.”

“Why’s that?”

“Christmas was never a particularly happy time for me.” Shouto wished he hadn’t really said it like that, because when he did, he had to watch your smile dim. His closest friend since the beginning, the first one he made, was you. You, with your pretty Y/E/C eyes and

“Ah.” You say. “I understand.”

“That’s not to say that you shouldn’t enjoy it. I’m just more at ease looking at all of this from afar.”

“Nah, it’s no fun if not everyone’s having fun. Especially if you, my closest friend, isn’t.” Shouto watch you brush a stray cookie crumb from the alpine sweater you were wearing.

“Baking cookies with Bakugou?” He asked. You snorted and bumped his hip with your own.

“More like stealing away with some of them. He makes a mean snickerdoodle.” Shouto hummed and turned back to his classmates, watching them make merry. He never felt so out of place.

“I may just head back to my dorm, catch up on some things.”

“We’re on break from school, Shouto.” You deadpan. “C’mon. Let’s do something else.”

“I don’t want to pull you away from anything,” he begins.

“You’re not pulling me away. In fact, I think I have a more fun idea in mind. Let’s go back to mine.”

“Just to recap,” Shouto says, sitting criss-crossed on your bead, “you want to checklist your way to making new holiday memories? So that I can enjoy Christmas?”

“Exactly!” You say, pointing towards him with the aforementioned list. “I’m telling you, I think you’ll find at least one of these things fun.” Shouto considered the list before him for a moment. Things like ice-skating, movie marathons, and gift shopping were all included.

“And you’ll do these things with me?” He asked, confirming that he wouldn’t be facing such activities by himself.

“Of course.”

“Then I’m sure everything will be fun.” It almost looked like a flicker of a blush danced on your cheeks, but he must have just been seeing things.

“Alright. Where do you want to start?”

“Well,” he considered, looking outside of his window. The sun had already set and a fair amount of snow was piling up on the ground outside, “seeing as many of our options involve going into the city, which isn’t entirely safe right now, we should probably settle on something a bit more tame.” You jumped to sit next to him on your bed, your hands going to the windowsill.

“Damn,” you say, shooting him a somewhat embarrassed look. Shouto couldn’t help but smile. He loved whenever you had that look on your face. Your nose scrunched a bit and your hands went to your cheeks.

“I’m happy with a movie,” he suggests, taking one of your hands from your cheeks. You pause for a moment, waiting for your breathing to get even after his actions, and then settle in.

“Well, it’s gotta be the perfect movie.” You think, grabbing your computer while Shouto unfurled the blanket at the bottom of your bed. “Nothing too cheesy but nothing too sad. So, probably, no Elf or It’s A Wonderful Life. Although It’s A Wonderful Life is so good.”

“Why don’t we watch it then?”

“It makes me cry. Kinda counterintuitive to me helping you make happy Christmas memories. But we’ll put it on the ‘to watch’ list.”

“And Elf is cheesy?”

“Kinda,” you admit, staring at the blinking line in your search bar. “Although it’s funny.”

“So you want something funny… and heartfelt… and something that helps with the idea of Christmas?”

“That’s it!” You exclaim, your fingers flying across the keys. You pull up a movie and sit back in your pillows with a satisfied smile, waiting for Shouto’s reaction.

“Love Actually?” He says, looking closely at the movie cover. “It doesn’t really sound like a Christmas movie.

“Trust me,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder, “it is. The best.”

“I always trust you,” he says, giving you another one of those heart bursting smiles. The kind, it seems, he saved only for you. But of course, it was probably you making it up. He was your friend, as you had stated before, your closest friend. You did not want anything to mess that up, even if you had to keep some of your feelings under lock.

“Well then,” you clear your throat, “get ready for Christmas wonder.”

As the finishing notes of God Only Knows by the Beach Boys played from the tiny speakers in your computer, you sighed happily and closed your laptop. You turned to find Shouto, searching his face for any kind of reaction.

“So, thoughts?”

“That was…” he trails off. Immediately, a sense of disappointment in yourself bloomed.

“Oh god, you didn’t like it all did you?” You fret. “It was probably too much, I’m sorry, I should’ve found something else–”

“Y/N.” Shouto says, interrupting your rambling.

“Yeah?”

“I loved it.” Where panic took hold previously, excitement sparkled in your eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, some parts were certainly… interesting,” he says, making you laugh, “but I thought it was really nice. But,”

“Uh-oh,”

“I don’t really understand the whole message in terms of Christmas.”

“Huh?”

“Well,” he says, shifting a bit on your bed to face you more, “I understand that it all takes place during Christmas, but it mostly centered on relationships. Both good and bad. I still can’t believe he cheated on his wife with that girl though. And she forgave him? Just like that?” You laughed and leaned into him

“Well, I don’t think that’s the whole story. And they have kids, so she was putting them first. But, more importantly, it conveys the main message of Christmas.” You say to a dumbfounded Shouto.

“And what’s that?”

“Love, of course. In every situation, love is what remains constant. For a friend, for a family member, for their significant other… love is what Christmas is all about.” Shouto felt his heart speed up as he looked at you.

“I think I may be starting to get it.” Your breathing became short as he looked at you. It was quiet, so quiet, in your dorm room.

“You are?” You whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, bringing his hands to cup your face. You were moments from closing your eyes until someone banged on your door.

“Y/N! Todoroki! You in there?” You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed.

“Yep! What’s up Mina?” Shouto smiles as your frustration becomes evident on your face.

“We’re all gathering in the common room! One last activity before we all go to bed and wake up for Christmas morning!” You glance at Shouto to see him grinning, which makes you roll your eyes in amusement.

“Okay, we’re coming!” Shouto shuffles off of the bed first, helping you to your feet as well. The two of you leave your dorm and make your way down the hallway, only to stop in the doorway as you find all of your classmates face you with smug smiles.

“Is everything okay?” Shouto asks.

“Yeah guys, what’s up with the crowd?”

“Look up!” Uraraka smiles, pointing with one of her hands to whatever was above you. A cold sense of dread courses its way through your body as what you were worried about was confirmed. A seemingly harmless sprig of mistletoe was hung delicately on above the doorway, sitting just above you and Shouto. All of your classmates laugh as they see your face, making Shouto’s twist in confusion.

“Mistletoe?”

“Yeah,” you confirm sheepishly. “It’s this Christmas tradition where two people have to kiss if they walk underneath mistletoe at the same time. We don’t have to do it. It’s stupid, really.”

“On the contrary,” Shouto says, sweeping an arm around the small of your back, making your heart jump in your chest. “I actually kind of like Christmas traditions.” Your anxious smile turns into a wide grin.

“Really?”

“Mmm.” he hums in affirmation, using his other hand to tilt your head up towards him. “In fact, I think I love Christmas traditions.” You didn’t have time to come up with a cheeky response before he pressed his lips to yours. The whoops and cheers from your classmates faded to become background music. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, wrapping both of your arms around the nape of his neck. You went up on your tiptoes, leaning further into him and deepening the kiss. The both of you leaned away after a few moments, laughing as the class descended into pure chaos as several other duos, including Kaminari and Jirou as well as Midoriya and Uraraka, were being pushed towards the white-berried plant. Shouto led you back down the hallway to your room's door, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Merry Christmas, Shouto.” You smile. Opening the door as you bid him goodnight.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He says. He leaves you with one more quick kiss before he says goodnight. All you could do after you closed the door was slide down it, a lovesick smile on your face. You were in love and so was he. Actually.

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shoto-brainrot · 1 year

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Ns fw Shoto headcanons

I think he absolutely loves seeing your scratches on his back. He would feel pleased knowing you enjoyed yourself (and that he pleased you). I think he would be one of those guys who wouldn't expect to like pain during sex but it'll feel so deliciously good during that he wouldn't realize it until afterwards. He's used to pain and while it's never been pleasant/something he's number himself to, it'll be a pleasant surprise to find that there is pain he enjoys having.

> imagine: he'll have the smallest smile on his lips when he feels a twinging sting during a bench press. Flashes of the night before will play his mind, your nails dragging in sweet pain along his skin. Your lips trembling and, Oh.. the dazed look in your eyes...❤️

> Notice how I mentioned these things, he's more turned on mentally than physical aspects of sex. The context of the session will matters just as much to him as the sex itself

> I feel like the guys might see it in the locker room once (he didn't notice earlier since he doesn't look it in the mirror often) and will be very stoic about who it's from. Denki and the others would pry and hoot about it but he'll probably say something along the lines of:

"I've been told, that one should not kiss and tell."

"Why should I tell you? / It's none of your business."

> he would be very careful not to let it happen again. Not because he's ashamed but he's just very private and likes keeping you to himself (not in a possessive way, but more in a, he doesn't care to share more than he has to kind of way). It's also for your privacy too, I'm sure he would care more more that you wouldn't get pestered/embarrassed. I think he has this perception that girls are shy/particular about their image and he will not be the one to breach that. He's is a very kind, polite boy.

He wouldn't be initially into degradation but once, either you or he brings it up, he would be super into it. And he's really fucking good at it too. I think he likes teasing you about how much you love everything he's does to you - kind of like how he taunts izuku during the sports festival

"Are you really that beat up from defending against my attacks?"

"Are you really this pliable/soft/wet from just my touch/fingers/words?"

> Mental stimulation remember? He'll figure out exactly how to turn you on with just his words

> Which is surprising, right? But no, seriously he's willing and good with communicating. He'll know exactly when, how, and what to say and in what sequence.

He masturbates often

I don't think he watches pron. I don't know if it's a shame thing, not knowing about it, pron itself looks too undignified or he doesn't want to be found out by his nosy dad (I don't think it's the last one since endeavor said he finally got shotos contact through fuyumi in s5)

He loves hickeys but I don't think he would like it in obvious places. He might make an allowance for a small one peeking out of his collarbone (like barely showing) on occasion. If you guys are on vacation or somewhere where he doesn't know the people, he might allow one or more depending on how much you insist

> He truly he does love you and want to show it off but he's a very polite boy and is respectful of those around him (might be partly Japanese culture. I don't know if he would care if you were in America - aside from caring about how he represents his dad, culture, etc, bc I know the Japanese worry about that)

I think he's very sensitive.. he seems that way. I think he would be gentle but part of me also thinks he would be intense and focused in bed - depends on the mood I assume. Or some combination of both, fuck.

He would want to be in charge with how everything unfolds but will make sure that everything is to your satisfaction

He'll let you take the lead sometimes, esp when he gets more comfortable but he would still want to be in control

He would be methodical in how he figures out what you like. He isn't nervous but he is confident in his ability to figure things out on logistically. He'll be cautious and patient, listening to every hitch of your breath, feel every tremble, take in your eyebrows pulling up - be tuned in to your every reaction and he'll have a fairly good mental map of how to proceed. He's observant and learns quickly, ugh

TlDR: He's annoyingly good at everything he does and sex is no exception. It'll take practice but either through intuition, luck methodical exploration, or natural ability, he'll figure out your spots and rhythms with wicked accuracy

> other guys will fumble and be awkward, but with Shoto, it's just inevitable, focused, learning 🤷 I can see him figuring out a bra in a couple tries at most. Or he's probably clever and will ask you to take it off for him asdfghjkl

The build up and excitement leading up to it is pretty important, dinner, candles + privacy

Privacy means it'll be easier for him to mentally get a space where he feels comfortable and able to let go

He researches, he wouldn't come unprepared and he'll make sure you know his intentions beforehand

He needs, sort of like approval (for lack of a better word) to let go. And that comes from your reassurances And his personal conditions that need to be met first

That's all for now until I can think of more :))

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

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Shouto’s journey to self-love

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x GN Reader (both aged 25+)

Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort, (happy ending, SFW)

Word count: 5K

Warnings: Season 6 spoilers, description of a panic attack, mentions of self harm in the past, depression, blood (because of a fight scene), self hate

+ so sweet you might need a dentist by the end of it.

16+ for safety!

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Todoroki hates himself more than he hates his own enemies; or at least until he meets Y/N who’s more than keen on the idea of making Shouto love himself and his flaws.

This story is about two broken people mending each other’s hearts and becoming one with another.

I was in a terrible mental state due to a tragedy in my family so I used up my pent up emotions and healed myself through Todoroki-kun, thank you.

English is my second language, be kind.

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Todoroki Shouto is a perfect example that blood doesn’t mean anything.

Everyone thought the Todoroki name was forever destroyed after his father fell from being the Number 1 hero to a lonely old man hiding in a cottage far away from everyone due to his old, terrible deeds.

Todoroki himself was also sure his life will be stained forever by his father’s terrible reputation; but things… didn’t go the way he thought they would.

After his father’s scandal died down, Todoroki slowly but steadily made his way to the top; hand in hand with his best friends, he reached the heights his father never could; Todoroki might not be the Number One Hero in Japan but he is sure one of the most liked, most respected and most desired hero in Japan.

And also, being on the second place isn’t as bad as his father made it seem like.

Shouto Todoroki is a great person. The press loves him; he’s mysterious, but kind; he’s comedically dull but also extremely intelligent; he’s hot and cold in every single way possible.

Most people think Todoroki Shouto has no flaws whatsoever; there’s never a mean article about him in the media, no love scandals, no drunk fights, no nothing; he lives happily in his massive mansion on the side of the city, surrounded by his friends and family, maybe even a secret lover.

But the truth is…

Todoroki Shouto is a broken soul.

As someone who grew up in an unloving family, far away from caring hands and warm hugs, Shouto has an issue with human touch. He got better since he was reunited with all the important family members he had to keep a distance from when he was a child, but being hugged and caressed by a stranger is Todoroki’s personal nightmare.

Why, you ask?

Because he’s undesirable.

Todoroki is absolutely sure he is the most repulsive person the world has ever seen; nothing but a mess of random genes, a poorly made work of “art”, a human trash bag filled with nothing but unimportant, rotting bits and bobs, rolling on the side of the road waiting to slowly decay and disappear into nothingness.

Todoroki Shouto wants nothing more than to be born again; in a different body, with a different soul and a less broken mind.

He really tried his best to achieve his “dreams” after he graduated (if you can even call a piece of paper stating the completion of his course a “graduation”.); his wrists wearing the constant reminders of his “hard work”, masterfully hidden by his long sleeves from spring to winter.

Todoroki might be a loner, but he is also surrounded by the bestest friends a person can ever have; he never really understood how he deserved to be so loved and appreciated by anyone in their right mind; but maybe they are all just messed up in the head. There is no other reason for a person to willingly hang out with him and stay with him for longer than a day; yet there they were, slapping him out of his stupor after trying to end everything, naively hoping it will make all the pain go away; there they were, sleeping on the little plastic sofa next to his bedside in the hospital; there they were, taking his hand and forcing him out of his little, safe bubble, giving the half and half hero a chance to find the ultimate happiness he was always dreaming about.

Todoroki Shouto is a carefree, cool person in the eyes of the media; but no one knows the real struggles of the hero and no one ever will.

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The present

“You are a bit out of it today.”

Shouto gets shaken out of his stupor by a pleasant voice; his sidekick/soon-to-be hero partner, Y/N.

It took Midoriya years of begging for him to get a sidekick. Todoroki is a lone wolf; he might be trying his best to be as different as he can be if it comes to his cruel father, but he still has this one thing in common with the old man; he can’t trust anyone enough to work with them in a team; or at least he thought, until Y/N came in the picture.

Shouto knew right away that Y/N is different; they were the first person Shouto could feel a little connection with; the first person who didn’t try to fake a smile for the sake of a good first impression; the first person to look into his eyes without any kind of ulterior motive. Y/N was the first person to immediately see through Shouto’s facade and see the broken, young boy hidden in the 27 years old body.

It only took Y/N a month to melt Todoroki’s frozen heart; to break all the walls sheltering him into tiny pieces.

It only took a few more months for Todoroki to realize he just found the missing puzzle piece he’s been subconsciously looking for all his life.

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The first time meeting an interesting stranger.

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The past.

Todoroki Shouto is not really listening to the interviews anymore; he’s done with hearing the same clichè answers every single time, over and over;

“I want to work with the best people!”

“I’m a big fan!”

“I want to be the best hero!”

This is all nice and lovely, but Shouto isn’t looking for the perfect pupil; he’s looking for a partner he can trust and he can talk with, about more than just the weather and the current stock prices.

After two hours of mindless chatter and fake smiles, Shouto raises his head to a strong, extremely honest voice.

“Apparently, I can’t run away from my problems, so I might as well just do something useful with my life.” Says Y/N nonchalantly while playing with the hem of their sleeve. Shouto knows the indication of that motion way too much.

He also knows that this person was Midoriya’s recommendation even without looking at his paperwork in front of him.

“I sent someone over to you, someone really dear to me. They reminded me of you.” Shouto recalls Midoriya’s conversation with him a week ago.

Y/N was saved by Midoriya a few years back when he started his hero work; or to be exact, Deku was saved by Y/N after he made a terrible mistake during his rescue.

After the big war, the government opened a special program for civilians with special quirks. To enroll, they needed to be recommended by the heroes working on the field; it’s similar to the way All Might found Midoriya, just on a bigger scale.

Y/N was the part of the first course back then, graduating with the highest score possible.

“I know you already answered this question, but knowing your friendship with Midoriya… why are you here exactly?” Shouto asks, startling the other team members around him; this is the first time he was willing to ask anything from anyone. He barely looked up at the interviewees until now.

“Midoriya is great, but I don’t want to be the best hero in the world. I just want to find a reason for my existence. I want to have purpose. Izuku’s overly excited team is too much for me and he knows that.” Y/N looks straight into Shouto’s eyes by the end of their sentence with a sad, but honest smile on their face.

Shouto knows this interview is over. This is what he was waiting for. Honesty.

“I want them on my team.” He speaks up and closes the folder in front of him.

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Shouto doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Shouto barely believes in “love” in general.

After years of struggling with emotions he managed to get the hang of them though; he now understands friendships, understands what missing someone feels like and understands how worrisome it is when someone goes radio silent for a week without a single word, just because they don’t feel like talking - Shouto can thank Bakugou for this one and his sudden midlife crisis at the young age of 25.

Shouto can also endure a hug from a close friend now; he still squirms in Kirishima’s arms, but he tries his best to hug back anyway.

What Shouto can NOT do is to survive being touched by anyone else except his close friend group - or so he thought, until Y/N has arrived.

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The first time sharing an office.

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Shouto is having a hard time sharing his private office space with someone new.

While he’s excited for the new journey and he’s already thankful to Midoriya for finding him such a perfect companion - Y/N is quiet, understanding and a little bit fucked up in the hand just like him - a shared small office space come with huge difficulties; like close proximities when working on the same paperwork, fleeting, accidental touches when passing by one another; and also the weirdly constant assessing of the other person’s face for signs of distress.

This might sound silly and childish but putting two socially awkward people together in the same room can get really weird, really quickly.

And just like that, Y/N sighs into the awfully quiet space between them, utterly done with being stared at every 5 minutes.

“You and me. The sofa. Now.”

If this conversation would be between Kaminari and someone else, Denki would probably make a really dirty joke. But Shouto does non of that; without a single world, he stands up from his comfortable chair, walks up to the sofa and sits down; his posture straight, shoulders tense with clear worry on his otherwise cool and collected face.

“Let me guess.” Says Y/N, slowly sitting down on the other side of the sofa. “You are not a fan of human interactions nor understand any of them.”

The sigh leaving Shouto’s mouth is loud and dramatic; his shoulders slowly slump from their uncomfortably straight posture, his body now one with the soft sofa. No need to answer with words; he’s clearly a mess of emotions.

As he slowly looks up at his new office partner, terrified to see the disappointment in their eyes, he’s met with dazzling, curious eyes staring into his soul.

Shouto, for the first time of his life, feels butterflies in his stomach when he hears Y/N’s amused giggle from the other end.

“I am not a fan of this either, you know.” Smiles Y/N. ”But I’m glad it’s you I can be so uncomfortable with.” Shouto can’t help, but giggle. This is the weirdest, and the most honest compliment he has ever gotten in his life. “I am opening up to you and you have the audacity to laugh in my face, alright!” Laughs Y/N, not even trying to act “offended”.

Funnily enough, this is all it took for Shouto to let himself completely loose, tension evaporating from his body like the summer rain on the hot concrete in the middle of a heatwave.

“I am really glad it’s you, too.” Shouto can’t help but smile; actually smile, a sudden surge of happiness running through his veins making the corners of his mouth turn up. Shouto’s eyes shine with the sudden emotion, making him look younger and carefree.

If Y/N’s breath hitches by the sudden sight, Shouto does not realize.

What he does realize though, is his own alien emotions towards the person on the other end; the butterflies, the shared happiness, the sudden need to protect their bubble; because what was once Shouto’s little secret hideout is now a home of two; it took Y/N a day to claw their way into Shouto’s heart permanently.

“So I had this idea… Can I scoot closer?”

Y/N’s voice is full of childish excitement and hidden awkwardness; while his body twitches uncomfortably by the thought of being so close to a stranger, Shouto’s heart thinks otherwise; he can’t help but nod with anticipation. Y/N indeed scoots closer after a few moments of hesitation; and for Shouto’s surprise, he doesn’t mind the sudden closeness - if you can even call sitting next to each other that - at all. He can’t help, but search for the eyes of the other; deep inside, he’s still terrified that people will see the ugliness of his soul when they’re too close, or his ugliness in general. His scar might look cool and edgy from far away, but he’s more than aware of how disgusting it looks like up close with it’s bumps and random discolorations through half of his face; but instead of disgust, his eyes are met with pure wonder; Y/N’s eyes shine with appreciation, looking deep into the heterochromatic eyes; Shouto can’t seem to look away as he usually does when someone tries to make an eye contact; he just stares back, dumbfounded, incapable of words.

“This went better than I expected” A sudden blush appears on Y/N’s face, making them look soft and adorable; personality traits Shouto never thought will ever see in another human being with his own eyes.

“Cute…” mumbles Todoroki, not even realizing he said the words out loud. As soon as his brain catches up with his mouth, the left side of his face literally flames up, making his companion jump in their seat. “I… didn’t mean to say that… out loud.” Shouto looks away while cooling himself down.

“So… your quirk acts up when you’re embarrassed.” Y/N states the obvious with a soft smile on their lips. “That’s so…sweet.” Giggles his companion with an obvious blush on their face.

“So what’s the idea?” Asks Todoroki, still hot from embarrassment.

“This is the idea. Well, a part of it.” Comes the answer.

Weirdly enough, even though it makes no sense for the mismatched eyed hero, he doesn’t question it further. The happy smile on Y/N’s lips is enough for him as an answer.

This is how it all starts; with innocent conversations on the office sofa, early in the morning and late at night; when eating breakfast, lunch and dinner; if Shouto comes in sooner just to have an hour chatting with Y/N before his official start time, that’s a secret he will take to the grave with him. Shouto also doesn’t question why Y/N is in the building an hour before their official start; he surely believes he is the only one who’s stupid enough to spare so much of his free time on a random stranger.

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The life of a hero isn’t just about chats and giggles on an office sofa and filing paperwork.

Shouto was so comfortable with his new side kick he almost forgot the constant worry of loosing the other while in battle. As Y/N wasn’t allowed on the battlefield before completing their newcomer training, which is a month worth of training and studying while Shouto fought his battles alone as always, the first time Shouto sees Y/N in pain, it breaks him completely.

Shouto was always known to be a bit sensitive about his friends getting hurt “because of him”, especially after he had to fight his own brother to save his friends from a gruesome death, but this feeling in his chest was on another level.

Shouto always thinks it’s his fault when his partner gets injured; he thinks it should be him and only him baring scars and burns all over his body, and not being able to prevent others getting hurt next to him is nothing but an utter failure as a hero.

The half and half hero is usually cool headed enough to put his harmful thoughts away to think about them later, knowing it’s only the aftermath of all the trauma he had to live through in his childhood; but this time, his vision gets blurry with anger and frustration, his mind blank with the need to avenge, heart beating with the urge to terminate the villain who left his favorite person bleeding and terrified.

Today’s mission is the first big case the two had to work on since Y/N started. They spent the first few weeks doing smaller gigs to not make Y/N overwhelmed, but this case needed all the people available in the area.

The plan was easy; scatter around the area and catch the massive villain gang in the middle of the act.

Shouto and his agency was lucky enough to find the leader’s hideout, but they acted too quickly; their team was heavily outnumbered.

Being outnumbered wasn’t the main issue though; Shouto’s constant side glances to Y/N gave the leader the idea of making Y/N the main target to fuck with the famous hero.

This brings us to the the present Shouto, judgment clouded by fury and concern, the leader pierced to a wall by sharp icicles.

The mission is technically successful; except for the fact that the main villain has several icicles poking out of his body and is bleeding heavily to the floor under him.

“We are not murderers. We are fucking heroes, what the fuck were you thinking, Todoroki?!”

Shouto doesn’t know when did the fight end or how he ended up sitting on the floor, staring into the distance, with no thoughts or feelings whatsoever, nothing but heavy heartbeats and the lack of oxygen taking over his mind as the rescue team and the police takes over the area.

“I think he’s having a panic attack.” Comes a calm voice from next to him. When did Shinso join in? “I can brainwash him to breathe if you want.”

“D-don’t.” Interrupts a stuttering voice; a voice Shouto wanted to hear; no, NEEDED to hear.

“Shouto… breathe. Please.” A body plops down in front of him like a bag of potatoes, covered in blood and dust. “Sorry, I am going to touch you.” Y/N takes Shouto’s hand and puts it on their heart. They take a deep breath in, then out, slowly, their chest expanding and contracting under his cold hands. “Can you do this for me?”

Shouto can’t help but nod. He tries to mimic the motion, slowly but steadily taking an actual deep breath again. As Shouto’s dizziness disappears, he looks up at his savior; Y/N’s cheeks are dusty and tear stained, their costume torn and bloody in several different places. He can’t help the sudden urge to put his head on Y/N’s shoulder for a moment of peace, his hands slowly snaking around their waist to pull them close.

Shouto has no idea how does he even know how to embrace someone; he never in his life felt the urge to initiate such an intimate contact himself, but here he is, clinging to Y/N like a hurt Koala, walls down, surroundings ignored.

“You are hurt because of me.” Shouto sobs into Y/N neck, making their breath hitch from the sudden warmth on their shoulder. After a moment of hesitance, Y/N’s right hand finds their place in Shouto’s hair, slowly caressing the back of his neck, their other hand clutching the clothes on his back. Shouto can’t help the shiver going down his spine from the pleasant touch as he molds together with the broken body opposite of him, taking everything the other can give and giving it right back.

“WE are hurt, because we stupidly made our friendship obvious. But we lived and we learnt a good lesson today.” Mumbles the other, not letting go of the hero until the tension leaves his body at last.

The aftermath of the fight is awkward; Y/N and Shouto doesn’t talk about their warm embrace after they let go and the team decides to not mention the fact that they were staring at the two the whole time, utterly confused by the whole situation.

The first aid team does a quick job of cleaning up their wounds and Shouto gets shouted at by the police for almost killing a villain.

He takes the feedback with a straight face and goes back to his office like nothing happened, with Y/N by his side; words unspoken, feelings completely ignored.

“We will do better next time, Shou. The first time is always a mess.” Smiles Y/N, and Shouto’s not hundred percent sure if this is about the fight, or about the hug or both and he honestly doesn’t care.

“Hm.” He answers, lost in his own thoughts, barely listening.

Yeah. They will do better next time.

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First time touches.

Todoroki Shouto doesn’t feel awkward about sitting so close to Y/N anymore - instead he feels a sudden emptiness every time his new friends stands up to do the actual work they are payed for.

Y/N became much more to him than just a side kick; first, they became friends then evolved into companions; Y/N knew most of the secrets Shouto tried to hide all his life by now, they new about every scar Shouto wore inside and outside, and weirdly enough, Shouto didn’t even think about his inner “ugliness” anymore; Y/N’s honest, caring smile was enough to soothe his raging, self-hating soul. Their teamwork also got better since the accident; they learnt how to mask their emotions in a fight, they learnt how to work well as a team but the unspoken words were still trapped in Shouto’s heart, and he’s not sure he will ever be able speak up about them.

Since the “accident” the only touch they shared were the accidental leg bumps on their office sofa and some softer touches while accessing each other’s body for damage after a fight, but the feeling was always there, in both of their hearts, eating them up from the inside, craving for more; fingers twitching between them on the sofa with the urge to caress the other’s skin for comfort, to get lost in the scent of each other after a dreadfully long day… He also felt the urge to feel the warmth of Y/N’s body slowly melting his ice cold heart so it can beat properly once more.

Shouto ignores all of his feelings once again; he probably doesn’t even know what they mean, to be honest; it all feels like a weird itch in the bottom of his heart; an itch he can’t physically scratch.

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“Let’s get some work done, boss.”

Shouto feels like he just woke up from a weird fever dream when Y/N turns their head to the office table, which is flooded with half-done paperwork.

“5 more minutes?”

The hero is really… needy today. Waking up drenched in sweat because of a terrible nightmare does that to people.

“My shift has started 15 minutes ago.” Y/N giggles, clearly amused by the longing look on Todoroki’s face. “I’ll stay if you give me your hand.”

“Okay.” Comes the easy answer, which makes them both extremely surprised by the sudden change of attitude - Why does he feel excitement instead of the usual dread, when Y/N takes his hand to hold it in their own? What is this weird electricity in his body? Why is the itch worse now, Wh….

“You okay?” Y/N gives Shouto’s hand a concerned squeeze then lets it go, worried about him being uncomfortable; but the truth is, Shouto’s not uncomfortable, just extremely confused; confused by his own racing heart as Y/N’s soft fingers touch his cold skin, confused by the warmth spreading in his chest after the short contact, confused by the sudden emptiness and longing when the contact ends.

Shouto never understood the word “touch starved” - until this moment.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…”

There is a lot of things Shouto hates, but what he hates the most these days is the lethargic look on Y/N’s usually cheery face.

“You know that I hate when people touch me.” He admits with a slight blush on his face.

“I’m sor…”

“Let me finish.” Interrupts Shouto and takes Y/N’s hands in his. Y/N’s eyes are filled with tears and utter confusion; he hates this misunderstanding so much. “I panicked.” He admits, slowly exploring Y/N hands with his fingers; he takes a mental note of every curve while he speaks. Why? He has no idea. “I panicked because it feels… different. It’s warm and safe. I trust you so much it freaks the shit out of me.” Says Shouto, voice trembling just enough to make his internal breakdown obvious.

Y/N’s tears fall from their face, their thumb slowly caressing Shouto’s scarred hand with the utmost care and love.

… Love?

Is this love?

This tight feeling in his chest every time he sees Y/N smile at him, the sudden change of his heart rate after their sudden touch; the exact opposite of how he feels with everyone else… and the longing every time Shouto goes home after a long shift… is this why he can’t stop thinking about Y/N, even when he’s dead tired?

His internal struggle comes to an end when Y/N asks the most dreaded question of Shouto’s existence:

“Do you trust me enough to let me touch your scar then?”

Shouto’s not sure if the question is for him or it’s just an accidental internal monologue coming out loud, judging by the look on Y/N’s face. They look conflicted by their own question but they don’t back up, so neither is Shouto.

“I do trust you enough for that, Y/N, yes.” He answers with a slight blush on his face. “But why would you want to do that?”

“It’s a part of my old plan; because I see you looking in the mirror and changing the angle so you don’t need to look at that side of yours. And it breaks my heart.”

Shouto is not sure if he wants to cry or he wants to run away or both. When he looks into Y/N’s eyes he can see a slight hesitation; he nods and releases Y/N’s hand, his posture tense but ready for the challenge. As their hand gets closer and closer to the dreaded area, he flinches out of habit; no one ever touched his scar with pure intentions.

“Why do you look so scared?” Y/N stops in their tracks, their hand barely touching his cheek. Their fingers slowly find the burnt scar, slowly caressing the sensitive area, feeling out every bump hidden under the soft skin. Shouto’s eyes prickle with unshed, happy tears; there are no words to describe his feelings right now, but if he would need to try he would say it’s… the feeling of being accepted or the happiness of being touched by the most important person in Shouto’s life - Because he can ignore his feelings as much as he wants to but even Shouto is emotionally intelligent enough to know how important Y/N is to him, in every way possible.

“That scar is not… too pleasant to touch.” Mumbles the hero while putting his hand over the one on his scar. He slowly takes Y/N’s hand off his face and puts it in his lap to save them from the “terrible experience”. For his surprise, this doesn’t stop Y/N, it only encourages them to do more; in just a few seconds, Shouto’s senses are filled with Y/N, soft lips touch the broken skin on his cheek, peppering small kisses all over the scarred area. Shouto’s breath hitches while his body tenses up, but as Shouto’s nose gets filled with his favorite scent in the whole world, his body deflates and melts into Y/N’s arms. His heart might have a hard time with the sudden closeness, beating out of his rib cage giving him a slight anxiety, but for the first time in his life, Shouto feels like he’s where he is supposed to be; he’s safe, accepted and loved with all his flaws and “ugliness”.

“Nothing about your is ugly, Shou. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and outside, and I’ll do everything to make you understand that.” Y/N moves back just a tiny bit to be able to see Shouto’s face, their hand now back on the burnt area to prove their point.

So this is what it feels like to love and to be loved; because fuck, Shouto is head over heels for this person, he always was; from the first moment he looked up from his interview papers a year ago; his heart couldn’t stop racing, every time they were in the same room.

He can see it now; the truth behind all the mysterious feelings he felt in the last year. It was adoration.

“Everything?” The sudden eye contact makes Y/N blush even more; they can feel Shouto’s breath on their lips with how close they are to each other. “Can you kiss me, then?”

Even Shouto is surprised by his own bravery, but he can’t help himself; the sudden wave of new emotions make him feel like he can have anything in the world.

“I thought you’ll never ask.” Smiles Y/N and closes the gap between the two.

First, Shouto has no idea what he is supposed to do; he feels clumsy and useless, but the feeling of Y/N’s soft lips on his is so good he stops caring after a few moments of hesitation.

Shouto slowly moves his lips and indulges in the tickling sensation; the kiss is warm and sweet like the freshly made coffee on the coffee table, and it only gets sweeter when Y/N finally melts into his arm completely and there isn’t a single inch between the two.

“We really need to work now.” Chuckles Y/N between two wet kisses. Shouto murmurs something under his nose, and initiates another deep kiss, making Y/N shiver in a new way.

“5 more minutes?” Shouto beams, not even waiting for an answer; the hard press on Shouto’s lips is enough of an answer itself.

Todoroki Shouto hated himself more than he hated his enemies, but with Y/N by his side, he feels like he will be able to love himself a little bit more.

Y/N’s plan worked perfectly.

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The present

“So what’s going on in that complicated mind of yours that makes you ignore me of all people?” Y/N pouts in the distance, clearly offended by the hero’s neglect.

“Is it too cheesy and “gross” to say, I was thinking about you?” Smiles Shouto, wider than ever, his whole face beaming with happiness and love.

Y/N can’t help the blush crawling up their neck. They slowly make their way to their favorite sofa and plop down in Shouto’s lap.

“If it makes you smile this sweetly, I don’t mind the cheesiness.” Y/N smiles, their hand around Shouto’s shoulders, leaving a tiny kiss on the man’s lips before going back to work.

Shouto doesn’t even try to hide the lovesick smile on his face; for the first time in his life, he’s happy and proud to be alive.

The End

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katsukiwifey · 2 years

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How MHA boys react in class when turned on by y/n…..

*aged up* (18+)

Part one

Sooo this is kinda more submissive shouto…. Should I make a part where he’s more assertive?

Shouto Todoroki (part 2)

“Now time for your reward...”

Not wasting a second you crawl onto Shouto’s lap and grab his face between your hands

He gasped slightly in surprise by your fast movements and looks up into your eyes

You move in to kiss his lips softly at first, making him impatient for more

Shouto licks your bottom lip, looking for entrance but with a slight smirk you deny him

He gives out a little whine when you break the kiss

“Good boys have to be patient, you’ll get what you want as long as you behave.”

Shouto nods slightly overwhelmed with the heat and lust taking over him to give a verbal response

Smirking you lower your hips flush with his, feeling the tip of his clothes hard cock hit your dripping wet entrance

Lifting your skirt slightly you catch Shouto’s attention and display your lack of underwear

Shouto groans at the sight of your slick leaving a dark stain on in boner causing it to twitch in his right pants

“Oh baby please…” Shouto begs

Without a word you start unbuttoning your shirt while slowly grinding on Shouto

Reaching for your hips shouto slowly becomes a mess beneath you, watching intently as you finish unbuttoning your shirt showing the top of your breasts in your black bra

“Can you take off my skirt Sho?” You ask innocently, giving him those big eyes

Nodding furiously he picks you up easily and lays you down on the bed, taking your skirt off all in one smooth motion

“Good boy~ Now get underdressed for me.”

At your words Shouto practically rips of his shirt, ruining as few of his buttons in the process.

Once he started undoing his belt he was reminded of your slick at the large stain on his crotch

Moaning out loud at the look of his crouch he stops undressing to press a hand to his hard on, bucking slightly at the slick sensation on his hand.

“Hey!” You pout at him, “What do you think your doing?”

Shouto raises his eyebrows at you slowly bringing his wet hand to his mouth drangging is down his tongue to get a good taste of you

“You taste sooo good baby~” shouto purs ignoring your attitude

You feel your self practically start dripping from his actions, clenching your legs together you sit up on the bed

“You better finish getting undressed and get back over here before I change my mind.” You say

“Yes ma’am” Shouto says while pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion

Once he’s fully naked in front of you, you look down and see that his cock is beet red with a bit of precum leaking out of the head

“Oh lord you are so pretty Sho” you moan at the delicious view in front of you

You see his dick twitch at your words, you lick your lips watching a bead of precum drip down the side of his duck

“Come here and lay down for me baby” You say

Shouto obediently lays down and watches as you turn around and stick your ass up for him to see

“Now I’ll take care of you only if you take care of me” you state as you begin backing up hovering your dripping cunt over his mouth

You gasp as he suddenly grasps your ass and brings your clit directly to his tongue, Sho moaning on your sensitive bud

You fall forward from the shock of pleasure running through you placing your hands on his thighs coming face to face with his needy cock

Unable to surpress the moans spilling from your mouth due to Shouto devouring you, you gently grasp his hard on through lidded eyes

Wanting to make Sho feel the same way he’s making you feel you start slowly jerking him off and massaging his balls causing his hips to buck up from the new friction

Moving your hand faster you notice Sho has started to pick up the pace, now sticking his tongue in your pussy causing you to harshly clench around him and grip his dick a around his leaking head

This causes him to move his hips harshly into your hands effectively fucking your hand

The neediness in his actions vibrate through you ripping a shiver up your body

Leaning forward you wrap your lips around his tip and allow him to thrust his dick into your mouth

Sho lost in the newfound pleasure throws his head back and let’s out a loud moan while increasing the speed of his thrusts into your mouth and hand

“Oh yes baby~ugh~ your so good, so so so good” Sho moans out

Putting his attention back into your pussy he gently bites your clit to get a jump out of you before sticking a finger inside you and vigorously rubbing your clit

“Mmmm I’m so close baby, don’t stop please~” Sho wines out

Increasing his pace you see stars from the amount of pleasure he is giving you that when you start to feel the coil snap you in you stop his hips, cock fully in your mouth and hollow your cheeks

Both of you a moaning mess you cum at the same time

“~ugh~ baby yes, YES” Sho’s hips twitching trying to push everything into your mouth

Your loud moans muffled in your full mouth you hips fall back onto Shouto’s tongue to ride out the rest of your orgasm

After the both of you finish, a thin layer of slick and sweat covering you both you role over to lay next to Shouto breathing slightly heavy

“You were so good for me baby.” You smile up at him

And scene… finally back with another part 🥳 Hopefully y’all enjoyed it and let me know what y’all want next

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hajimeiwaswife · 1 year

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AUGUST | CHAPTER 7: SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC

[Masterlist]

Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Summary: You’re marrying Izuku Midoriya in September, but he gets an emergency call from All Might’s old agency in the U.S., requesting his services for the entirety of August. A death threat directed at you for being his partner has his hair on edge. However, the always responsible, caring and heroic Shoto Todoroki comes to your rescue, offering to take care of you for the whole month. Who would have thought that 31 days were enough to make you reconsider your engagement with the number 1 hero and fall in love with the Icy Hot man who held your hand during the last breeze of summer?

Warnings: Everyone is 25 more or less, death threats. MDNI.

Wc: 3,4 K

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It was a warm morning. The birds were singing in the calmness of the dead city, just prior to the usual motion of cars and people that headed to their respective workplaces or schools. The sun felt like a cosy caress to the cheek, the sunbeam mixed with the morning summer breeze created an aura so different from the excruciating sweltering weather that accompanied the endless days of August.

With a cup of iced coffee placed in the small wooden table of the balcony I enjoyed the first hours of the day, tapping on my computer and trying to keep up to date with the delayed work. I had even indulged myself in a white silk gown, feeling like an elf in a forest, and being helped by the music in my headphones that acted as a soundtrack to my fantasy life.

Shoto had recommended me to start working on the balcony during mornings for that same reason: the feeling of belonging to another world. Although he didn’t describe it like that, it was more like ‘the weather is nice’. But those are big words coming from Todoroki’s mouth, so I liked to think that was what he meant. He also added ‘come back inside at noon, it’s hot then.’

Everything was so quiet, so serene, it almost felt like a sin to savour such a delicate moment without sharing it with a loved one. Shoto had left, apparently there was a small case he needed to attend, and as I was safe in his apartment, he ―reluctantly― opted to give me the morning for myself. He would be back by lunch, or so he said.

The work on the screen kept my mind occupied, even if every so often I got distracted by the nice atmosphere. I had translated a couple of documents, but I still had quite a few to submit. I kept tapping, looking through different dictionaries and, from time to time, activating my quirk to go faster. What a blessing.

It wasn’t until the sun was too high in the sky and the summer breeze too heavy on my skin that I decided to head back to the dining room table. I washed the cup I had used from breakfast and then sat in front of my computer again. The document had me absorb, until something caught my attention from the corner of my eye: there was something in the chair next to mine.

Curiosity was never one of my weaknesses, but it didn’t mean I wanted to know less than the information I was given, so I looked. A fond smile appeared on my face when I saw the denim jacket Shoto used the night before to go for some extra rice for dinner; it even smelled like him, too.

Shoto smelled like comfort. That was the best description I could give. It was minty, refreshing, but also ash-like, the same way a fire at a chimney would aromatize the house. So characteristic, yet so odd; so foreign, yet so familiar. He had opened in such a short time a tiny space in my life and heart, and I would forever be grateful for the effort he was putting on protecting me without asking for anything in exchange.

Nearly a half an hour later I heard the sound of keys opening the front door. The rusty dragging of shoes who are being taken off and the shuffling that followed lead the host to the kitchen without a single glance towards my direction, serving himself a glass of water and sighing in between as if he hadn’t drunk water in a year. I noticed the wrinkles in his hero suit, as well as some of the fabric that came unstitched, showing his beaten skin. His hair was a mess, red and white jointed in the middle, the same way it would as if a separation between both had never existed.

My eyes continued to roam, fixing on his arms, especially on the one holding the glass, flexing beautifully and showing his prominent muscles every time he lifted it to his red and plump lips, swallowing and provoking his Adam’s apple to move up and down that svelte neck―

“Hello.” The deep voice of the pro-hero startled me out of my own spell, sight falling on his neutral face, quickly checking his lower back resting slightly against the countertop to return to his mismatched eyes.

“Hi.” I answered with the little voice I could find, I felt mortified, but Todoroki was acting as if I had not been, in fact, devouring him with my eyes just a few seconds ago. ‘For Lord’s sake, Y/n, you’re getting married in less than a month.’ “How was your morning?”

“Busy,” Shoto moved away from his previous position, grabbed another glass from the upper cupboard and came straight to the table I was at, placing both glasses on it. That was my call to start moving to set the table as well as the food, which only needed to be heated in the microwave, “we had a case.”

“Yeah, you told me so this morning,” I nodded, placing two napkins and two pairs of chopsticks on the table, “What was it about?” I put the tupper inside the microwave, waiting by the countertop for it to finish.

“Nothing serious, they could have handled it without me.” He sounded frustrated, I could pick that up from his irritated tone, “I don’t think I was necessary at all.”

“Why?” I furrowed my brows, confused. Shoto walked around the table and sat on his respective place, passing a hand down his face and looking up again.

The continuous beeping of the electronic device brought my attention to the food, which I poured in two different plates. Once I looked in front of me to get to the table I noticed it, him, looking right through me.

Shoto’s eyes held an intensity that I had not seen since the night I had to leave my apartment; and yet, the feelings behind them were definitely not the same. I couldn’t interpret it for the love of everything that was holy, but I knew I had probably stared at him the same way just a few minutes before. How intriguing to see two eyes so different hold the same gaze, so beautifully wild.

He observed me coming closer and didn’t tear his eyes away not even when I had already sat down at the table, both our plates in front of us. For the first time, I felt nervous around him; not in a bad way, though his stare was giving me goosebumps. I needed to distract him from me, or me from him, whatever came first. “Why?” I repeated, waiting patiently for his answer, even if my mind I was short-circuiting.

Just the same as me, his face looked surprised, as if awaken from a dream in plain daylight. His eyes opened wide for less than what a sigh lasts, and then, his neutral façade came back. “Why what?” he asked innocently, such a contrast to his previous behaviour.

“Why didn’t they need you?”

“Oh,” he nodded, swallowing and taking a sip of water before speaking again, coughing a little, “The villain wasn’t that much of a threat, the sidekicks could have taken care of it.” He shrugged his shoulders and started eating.

“Maybe they wanted you to work on something else that isn’t as boring as this.” I joked signalling me and his house, to which he lifted a brow in return.

“You’re not boring.” He simply said and, before I could try to explain my take, he continued talking, “This case is way more important than a fake prophet.”

“What? A prophet?”

“Yes.” Shoto passed his hand down his face once again and sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose, “He was talking about the new era of villains and the blood of the revolution and shit like that. He was a lunatic, but not difficult to catch. They really didn’t need me on this one.”

“Oh, wow! The new era of villains? What the hell?” I asked, placing down my glass of water and feeling a chill ran down my spine.

“He was a mad man, Y/n, don’t listen to that.” The pro-hero continued eating.

I would have left it there, not really knowing what else to say to him even if I wanted more details, but the nonstop shifting in his legs told me something wasn’t right. Shoto was a very still person, never moved more than what was necessary at the table, so seeing him so active while having lunch was no less than suspicious.

“Shoto, are you okay?” I asked, what gained me the heterochromatic eyes falling on my worried façade. No words were exchanged, he just gifted me a nod of the head and kept on munching on his food. “Is there any reason why you still have your hero suit on?”

With that, he suddenly stopped, looked down at him as if surprised that I, indeed, was right about his attire, and looked back up. He shook his head, cheeks puffed like those of a squirrel and painted in a soft pink. As adorable as he looked, it worried me his strange behaviour; so laid back, messy.

The small drop of sweat that was falling from his forehead to his temple alerted me that something else was going on at the moment. But what? What could make the number three hero so nervous? He continued munching until he swallowed all the food on his mouth, and then, he spoke:

“Not really. It’s just― I was hungry, really hungry. I forgot.” Even if it was true, the slight stutter gave away his real state; definitely he was hiding something.

“Shoto, has something else happened at work?”

“No!” he exclaimed, eyes wide and shaking his head, “Not at all, just that. They could have taken care of it without me, really.”

“You’ve already said that.” I furrowed my brows, looking at him, scrutinizingly. “Will you tell me, please? You look nervous and―”

“Izuku told me to tell you that he wanted you to call him.” He interrupted me. It took me by surprise, not really processing what he had just said. Izuku? When did he say that?

“Huh?” I blinked once, twice, mouth opened and brain not functioning.

“He called you the other day, you had left your phone in the living room. We talked and he asked me to tell you that, but I forgot. I’m sorry.” He rumbled rapidly, and if I hadn’t understood what he had just said, I would have definitely believe he talked in another language, maybe simlish.

But now that I thought about it, it was true I hadn’t talked to my fiancée in a couple of days. Everything going on with moving to Shoto’s apartment, working from home, not being able to talk much to my friends… Oh, how I missed being in the presence of my girls. And Izuku had probably been so busy that the poor man didn’t have time to call, either.

“Oh,” was the only thing I could say, flabbergasted. “I will, thank you.”

Shoto just nodded. Before I could regain the thread of the previous conversation, Shoto took his plate and glass, put them in the dishwasher and left the room without a single word. ‘What the hell have just happened?’ I thought, shaking my head and trying to find an explanation to his behaviour. That morning, when he left, he was fine. What happened at work?

The sun had already gone to sleep, leaving a big space in the sky for the moon to make its appearance. Shoto hadn’t talked to me the rest of the afternoon, not even at evening, because he decided to have dinner by his own in his bedroom. I couldn’t understand his reasoning, I didn’t remember anything that could have hurt his feelings or offended him.

What I did do was call Izuku. It had been a rather awkward conversation; he sounded so tired and I was too trapped in my mind to pay attention to the details about his case he was telling me about. I blamed the translations of that day, activating my quirk for such a long period of time affected me too much. Nonetheless, hearing his voice made me feel a little better.

It was a pretty warm evening, August was being hell if I had to be honest, so I decided to go out to the small balcony on Shoto’s living room. I brought a bottle of wine, a wineglass and my phone to listen to some music while I observed the busy life of the city.

The cars almost shut down the sound of the wine pouring into the glass, and by the almighty noise of the horns, it looked like someone decided to run a red traffic light. Taylor Swift among traffic, the musical. I laughed at my own lame joke, the voice of the songwriter murmuring about a love that was there, left and then came back; sounded a lot like the Lord of the Rings if you thought about it: there and back again, a journey where you are in one place, leave, and you come back. Maybe she should just write the soundtrack for the next movies and―

“Hey.” Shoto’s deep voice interrupted my train of thought and startled me to the point of my wine deciding to colour my pyjamas with a maroon tone. “Oh, uh, forgive me. I’ll go get some napkins―”

“It’s fine.” I replied, looking back at the entrance of the balcony and smiling slightly towards him. “I needed to, eh, refresh.”

“I see.” He said, nodding his head, confusion cleared in his eyes. He stood at the doorway, looking at the ground and, after a small clearing of the throat, he asked: “What are you doing outside?”

It was cute, the way he tried to make small talk even if he was unable to hold it, even after spending half the day without directing a single glance towards my way. “It’s a good evening, you know? I wanted to enjoy the weather.”

“Right.” Shoto nodded again, swallowing hard and, for the first time in that brief interaction, looking at me. “Do you mind if I join?”

“Not at all.”

With indecisive steps, he approached the chair next to mine and sat down, placing his hands on his knees and observing the same traffic I had been admiring for the last ten minutes. There was silence, just the ambient sound and Taylor’s voice filling it and waving around the two of us. At least, until I decided to break it.

“Are you going to tell me what happened at work?”

My question took him by surprise, as his eyes widened and his breathing shrank to the point of non-existence. I could appreciate a drop of sweat coming down his temple as his hands started to tremble.

“Shoto?” I asked again, brows furrowed and chest constricting at his obvious distress.

“I didn’t want to tell you.” He whispered, swallowing hard one more time, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

“What is it? Is it about me?”

Shoto nodded his head and sighed, closing his eyes, he seemed to be trying to calm himself. It was strange to see Shoto losing his cool, he had been behaving strangely all day and I was quite worried about him. Knowing that I had something to do with it made my heart skip a beat. That's why I didn't want any of Izuku's friends to get involved in the case.

“We found some letters back at your apartment.”

My blood ran cold. Well, that was definitely something I had not expected to hear that night. My mouth was dry, my throat held a knot and my stomach was warning the floor of the balcony of an impeding change of decoration.

“… And?” I asked with little voice.

“I’m not going to tell you what they say, if that’s what you wanted to know.” He answered sternly. “But they were, um, they were written with blood.”

“Cow’s?” I questioned.

“No.” Shoto looked up at the sky and passed a hand down his hair, messing it all up more. “No, L/n, it was Jim Bubaigawara’s blood.”

“I― What― Who?”

“He was a member of the League of Villains, maybe you know him by the name of Twice.” My brows lifted at the information; I was too curious to realize how scared I really was.

“But, wasn’t Twice dead? Like, Hawks killed him, right? Ten years ago, isn’t it?” I started rumbling, more to centre myself than to get answers from Shoto. “How is it written with his blood? How do you get blood from someone who is dead? Who has been dead for ten years, to say the least. Unless he isn’t dead. Is he? Is Twice alive? Shoto, please―”

“Y/n.” that tone again, so stern, so manly and deep, it made me close my mouth immediately. “Twice is dead, we know that for sure.” I breathed again, but my relief lasted less than a sigh. “Last time someone got blood from Twice it was my brother’s doing, but we asked him and he knows nothing about this. I mean, he has no contact with the surviving League’s members.”

Would I dare to ask? The warm evening suddenly took a turn to a snowy morning of winter, it all felt so cold and misty and dead. August disappeared so December could strike in the middle of Summer, and I was the only one living the freezing wind coming from the clouds only I could see.

“We don’t know who is doing this, but they are getting bolder. They are leaving clues without wanting to, this was obviously a mistake from their part.” Shoto turned his whole body and, surprisingly, leaned towards me and pressed both his hands on my shoulders. His eyes were so serious and determined that I couldn’t take my gaze away from them, too absorbed by the way he was looking at me. I could feel his breathe on my lips, it was bizarre, cold and hot at the same time. “We’ll get them, they’ll go to prison and you’ll be safe and sound. You are safe with me, okay?” I nodded and he nodded back, sighing through his nostrils. “I didn’t want to tell you because it was too much to take in, but you’re a brave woman, and intelligent, and I underestimate you every single time in case the information we get breaks you. I know it’s scary, but I assure you whoever is making you feel so small is going to pay for it.”

I was speechless. Shoto's heterochromatic eyes stared directly into mine with the same intensity as they had earlier in the day when he looked at me at lunch time. I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks, so warm it could compete with the predictions for the next day’s temperature. My heart was beating a mile a minute, I wasn't sure if it was from fear or from Shoto's sudden closeness.

“I trust you.” I whispered, my breathe fading into his lips, which were opened due to his rapid breathing.

“Thank you.” He said.

We stood like that, in that same position, for a few minutes. Maybe we just needed some reassurance, or some human warmth, but either way, I was comfortable. Shoto’s presence was unique, so intimidating, imposing and dangerous, but also so delicate, calm and sweet. I smiled at him with a saddened expression; I was still scare. However, I knew Shoto would protect me, he had been doing so for almost two weeks and had proved his well-known ability.

The music was still playing in the background, it was almost like an omen, something none of us understood yet, though we had started to feel without realizing it was happening.

“What song is that?” Shoto murmured, smiling back at me.

“Sad Beautiful Tragic.” I answered.

“What is it about?” One of Shoto’s hands went up my shoulder, to my neck, and landed gently with a caress on my left cheek.

“Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“I hate that guy.” I let out a small laugh and wrapped myself in the coolness of his right hand.

“Who doesn’t?” It was his turn to laugh, a high pitch sound that was so melodic and funny at the same time. And that was how our night ended, with a song too sad and too romantic to be about us, or so we thought, because his hand never left my cheek and my breath never stopped caressing his velvety lips, listening to a fate so distant and so abstract that we forgot that there were 20 days left until August ended.

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andypantsx3 · 1 month

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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: For @lorelune's spring fever collab! This fic is a little bit different than my usual fare—part love letter to my hometown, part omegaverse smut, part style experiment—but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! I also want to call out that Reader in this fic is Touya’s contemporary, and is therefore older than Shouto. Everyone is in their 20s and I’ve purposefully left the age difference ambiguous in case the canon gap squicks you out, but please know there is a difference of at least ~3 years implied. 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 24k, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: complete

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usopps-goggles · 8 months

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Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time

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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ————————————————————————————

I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything “are you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?”. . . yeah you’re in for a long night.

K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didn’t even want you over to begin with, but… gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.

S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.

D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, can’t help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no… suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excited…

E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while it’s down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.

K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you don’t know how but you’ll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. he’s a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.

S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where he’s not as tired he’ll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when he’s with you and there’s nothing he loves more than a night where he’s falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 3 months

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shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

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doumadono · 2 months

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Hii douma! May I request Shoto just in love? Just him being in love for the very first time and the concept of love just so foreign to him? Have a great day/night!

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The cold spring air of U.A. High School's training grounds swept across Shoto Todoroki's face, his distinctive heterochromatic eyes glancing stoically at the horizon. As he approached the courtyard, the brisk wind tousled his dual-toned hair, and for the first time, a peculiar sensation stirred within him. It was an emotion he hadn't experienced before, a feeling that seemed to thaw the icy demeanor that usually defined him, yet he couldn't put a finger on what was it.

As the son of Endeavor, emotions had never been a territory he explored willingly. However, this day would mark a shift, an unexpected twist in the stoic narrative of Todoroki's life.

Shoto was no stranger to intense emotions. Anger, resentment, and the relentless pursuit of self-discovery had been his companions for as long as he could remember. But this was different – a foreign concept that had invaded the carefully constructed fortress around his heart.

As he walked past the cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling in the air, his gaze landed on a figure standing by the fountain.

It was you, a fellow classmate whose presence had recently begun to captivate him. You were a presence in his life that had begun to defy categorization. You were just a person — a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit the mold he'd grown accustomed to. He admired you from afar, appreciating your strength and determination in both academics and combat.

It began innocently, Shoto noticed. A shared glance across the classroom, a casual comment during training, and the casual camaraderie of shared laughter. But as days unfolded, the puzzle piece shifted, creating a mosaic he hadn't anticipated. He was no stranger to intensity; after all, his own quirk bore the duality of fire and ice. Yet, this newfound sentiment was a flame of a different kind, uncharted and unsettling.

"Hey," he called out, his voice surprisingly steady despite the internal turmoil.

You turned towards him, a quizzical smile gracing your lips. "Todoroki, hey. Is everything okay?"

Shoto hesitated, his usual calm exterior cracking just a bit. "I… I wanted to talk."

Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you nodded, inviting him to continue.

"I've been thinking," Shoto began, his usually concise words replaced by a rare vulnerability. "About feelings. Emotions. And there's something I can't quite comprehend."

You listened intently, sensing the gravity of Shoto's words. "What is it?"

"I've always been driven by my goals, my desire to surpass my limits, and the need to prove my father wrong," he continued, "but lately, I find myself caught in a different struggle. It's like a flame inside me, burning with an intensity I can't control."

You tilted your head, intrigued. "Oh?"

Shoto nodded, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that surprised even himself. "It's a distraction, an enigma that I can't unravel. It's like standing at the edge of a precipice, uncertain of the fall," he admitted, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

Your lips curled into a gentle smile. "Love, Todoroki. It sounds like you're in love."

Todoroki's brows furrowed, the word foreign on his tongue. Love. A concept he'd analyzed in textbooks but never expected to encounter firsthand.

You smiled gently, understanding the conflict within him. "Love is complex, Shoto. It's not something you can control or quantify. It's a force that binds us together, that makes us vulnerable and strong at the same time."

Shoto absorbed your words, his internal battle slowly subsiding. "I don't know how to navigate this unfamiliar territory."

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay not to have all the answers. Love is a journey, not a destination. Take your time, Todoroki."

"I think… I might be in love with you," he confessed, the admission hanging in the air like the delicate petals of cherry blossoms.

Your eyes widened, a subtle blush adorning your features. "Todoroki, that's…" you began, but he silenced you with a tender touch as he placed his hand to your rosy cheek.

"Let me finish," he whispered, his breath mingling with the soft evening breeze. "I might not fully understand it, but I know that being around you feels just right. I love spending my time with you, it doesn't matter if we just chat or study together."

A heartbeat passed between you, the air charged with unspoken emotions. And then, in a moment both tender and profound, Shoto leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. It was a sweet, hesitant kiss, a step into the uncharted territory of love.

As he looked at you, the world around seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in the quiet embrace newfound feelings. Shoto's stoic facade melted away, revealing a vulnerability.

A quiet moment passed before you chuckled, breaking the tension. "Well, that's unexpected. I never thought I'd be the one to thaw Todoroki's icy heart."

A small, hesitant smile tugged at Todoroki's lips. Embracing the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show, Shoto took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I… explore this feeling with you?"

"I'd like that, Shoto," you replied, reaching your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

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Shouto sleeps like a log and there is no budging him once he succumbs to slumber, you of all people know this because it's a nightly struggle of you trying to twist yourself around his stiff frame so you could snuggle up to him a bit more comfortably.

Clearly he doesn't mean for it to happen, and every morning when you playfully whine about your sore muscles– due to this weird habit of his, he gives you a genuine apologetic look, an almost pained one, before pulling you closer to himself and kissing all over your face, neck and shoulders, while promising to do his best so it wouldn't happen again.

It's is easier said than done though, and you know it, since he's a fast sleeper who passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but it's still nice to see him try for your sake, and it makes you love him even more than you already do.

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 2 months

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out

CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon

Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.

You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.

"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.

You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.

"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.

"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.

"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.

"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.

You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"

Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm. Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.

You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.

“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?”

Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”

“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Huh.”

“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.

“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.

What the actual hell, Shoto.

“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.

“Yes, I am.”

You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.

“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”

Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.

“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.

He smirks. “I’m strategic.”

You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.

You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.

He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.

You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.

“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”

He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.

“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”

“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”

His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”

“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.

“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”

His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.

“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.

“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor. He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.

Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.

“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…

“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.

“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”

You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.

“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.

“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.

“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”

Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.

“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.

“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.

“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.

“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??

Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.

You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.

“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”

“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”

You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.

“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.

You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.

“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.

“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.

“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.

“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”

“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.

“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”

Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”

“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.

His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.

“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.

“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.

“Really?” He whispers.

“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.

You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.

Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.

Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?” He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.

You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.

You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.

“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.

“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.

After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.

“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.

He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.

“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.

He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.

“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.

He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –

A knock on the door causes you both to still.

“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”

“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”

The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.

“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”

“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.

You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.

“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.

Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”

You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.

“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.

“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.

“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.

Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.

Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.

Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.

“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”

“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.

As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.

Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.

You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.

“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.

“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.

“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?”

“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.

“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.

“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”

Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.

“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”

You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.

“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”

You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.

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shoto-brainrot · 1 year

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Hate

Pairings: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Tags: Angst, Traitor AU

A/N: It’s a one-shot but there is possiblity of expanding it to a couple parts if there’s demand

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Even llike this he was still so beautiful... You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from his red and white hair.

You sighed. He hadn’t spoken to you in weeks. You’ve resigned yourself to just giving him space but you still hoped he would reach out. You found yourself jumping every time your phone buzzed or whenever anyone mentioned him. You strained to hear if he ever spoke but he didn’t even seem to be talking to Midoriya either. It’s been hell.

One night after dinner, he aslked you to follow him and you obliged.

It seemed different somehow and you felt your mind race as you followed his rigid form. Your brain whirled with errant thoughts, skirting to avoid the irrefutable fact that something was very wrong. You fought to not think about it but something deep inside of Shoto changed after his kidnapping.

He stopped, turning to meet your gaze. A moment passes.

...

"I hate you."

…

What..?

You were taken aback. The words didn't make sense and your mind took a moment to process. Your lips cracked open, inhaling sharply as comprehension settled in.

"You h..." Your voice was barely audible, unable to finish the sentence.

You eyes dropped, voice cracking.

"Wha.. Did I do something?" Your voice trailed off and you muster the courage to look back up at him.

You blinked, looking into his eyes, searching. They were cold, gaze unflinching as he held yours. The surface was icy, a hint of molten lava underneath belied some sort of annoyance or restless impatience.

You felt your heartbeat rising to your throat, your legs trembled and your foot took a weak step backwards.

He looked away, "Stop wasting my time and focus on your own path…”

His words blurred together as your head pounded,

“Don't you feel embarrassed that you've had to rely on me for this long?..."

Sho…

“I didn’t think I had to be this direct…”

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Shoto’s POV

Shoto didn't want to. Not like this... But he couldn't think of any other way. He stopped, turning to face you and the words fell from his lips.

He felt a pang of guilt as he saw it register in your eyes. He kept his expression empty, second nature to him now, but even that was difficult. As much as Shoto didn't want to, he still noticed every little thing about you. The sharp intake of breath.. the near-invisible trembling of your lips.. He felt his eyes prick with tears.

He could see it. You believed him. A part of him was relieved that he didn’t have to spend time convincing you, but it was still painful that you believed him so quickly. It hurt him to see that you were blaming yourself, again.

Your voice shook as you looked up at him, barely able to ask if you did anything. As if you could've done anything that could've made him hate you.

How many times did he tell you that not everything was your fault?

He scowled and your hands trembled in response. He looked away, frustration pulling at his lips. He steeled himself, drawing on every ounce of self-control to complete this... damn near impossible task.

He told you to focus on yourself, that he only allowed you to be near him out of pity. He winced internally. Not only was he able to parrot Endeavor's harsh tone, but he was able to capture the disdain as well.

Shoto was merciful, doing the bare minimum to ensure that the bond between you two was completely severed. He cut away at your ties with precision, expressing disgust for all the things you were insecure about. He hated every second of it, sickened to his core at how his words hurt you. His composure broke once but your eyes were too teary to see. He bit the inside of his cheek in a vain effort to keep focused. Not that it mattered, you couldn’t bear to look at him.

Shoto had no doubt that you would hate him after this, although he was certain it would be nowhere near the amount of hate he felt towards himself in that moment..

As he walked away, he wondered if this had been necessary.

Did the timing matter once it was revealed that he was the traitor? You would've felt betrayed and hated him regardless.

Wasn't it more merciful to do it now rather than later? It would be less of a shock when they eventually find out... He reasoned.

He wasn't sure, but he knew he needed to do a better job as he headed to Midoriya's dorm. He would be much harder to deceive.

Once he was inside the stairwell, he braced himself against the wall. He finally let himself shed the tears he had been holding back. His tears froze and evaporated, cracking and sizzling as his body temperature reflected the grief raging inside of him.

It's okay,

Shoto told himself. He wouldn't be here much longer. He wouldn't have to hurt his friends, or you, anymore.

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gfguren · 2 months

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shoto, very suggestive, mention of cunninglingus, 500ish words

Thinking about Shoto, your sweet, naive boyfriend, who just doesn't get it most of the time, and how he comes to you one day, asks in the sweetest tone, in the most unbothered way imaginable, if he can eat you out.

And by god does it take every bit of your patience not to call up every last friend of his until you find exactly which one of them put that phrase in his vocabulary.

Instead, you press the pages of the book you were reading closed, turn to him calmly though you're feeling anything but, fold your hands in your lap as if you're heart isn't running a marathon in your chest.

You'd been intimate before, but never like that.

Wandering hands, and heated kisses, and seeing each other in your most raw, and intimate state is one thing - Shoto tasting you is another. Not that you didn't want it, not that he didn't want it either. You just didn't want to go too far, too quick, didn't want to push him out of his comfort zone, didn't want to mess up something so good.

It's why you don't take him seriously when he asks something so out-of-pocket, suggestive in ways you've never known him to be. Why you're absolutely, surely, positive, he isn't asking permission to be in between your thighs, why you're sure he must've heard something wrong, got the meaning twisted somewhere along the way. It's the very same reason you straighten your shoulders to hide the way your knees press together when he adds a little "please" to the end.

"Shoto," you say with as much indifference as you can muster. "That doesn't mean what you think it does, I'm sure you probably think it means to go out to eat, or that-"

He shakes his head, lays a hand just above your knee, squeezes gently until whatever excuse you were blubbering dies on your tongue.

"That's not what it means," he says in the exact tone you use when explaining something obvious to him. "Do you want me to explain it to you?"

You hate how innocently he tilts his head, red hair falling softly over one eye, hate how the butterflies burst, warmth spreading over your cheeks and down between your thighs, because you know he doesn't mean it like that.

"No, Shoto, I-" you sigh, carefully thumb the cover of your book. "It's just, I don't think you know what it means."

You think you hear something like amusement rumble in his chest; it's rare, Shoto's laughter. You've heard it on occasion, fell for the soft reverberation and crescent-moon crinkle to his eyes. But this, this is different.

"I know what it means," he says, matter-of-factly, small, crooked smile tugging the corner of his lips.

He drops to his knees, and you promptly forget how to breathe. His dual gaze finds you from beneath dark lashes; one bright and blue, and eager, the other grey like smoke, clouded with something imploring - it fills your lungs until you can feel just how much he wants you with every bated breath.

His hands are warm when he kneads the fat of your hips between slender, calloused fingers. "So can I?"

Maybe Shoto gets it more often than you give him credit for.

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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shoto todoroki crushing on you

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

tags: fluff, inexperienced shoto, confession

shoto is going to be a little bit confused about his feelings for you at first

he really likes you! he definitely likes you more than he likes midoriya or momo or any of his other friends

but he's never been in love before and he isn't sure if what he's feeling is how love is supposed to feel like

he's probably going to do some research on his own, before he talks to his friends about it

he's going to watch youtube videos like "10 signs you are in love" or "how to talk to your crush" to get a better idea

once he thinks he figured everything out, he starts to tell his friends about his feelings for you, asking them for advice how to confess to you

the poor guy has zero dating experience, despite tons of girls actively crushing on him–

izuku and the others are going to try to help shoto out with you. they'll set the two up for situation where you are alone and they'll tell him what to say or do to win you over

every time he's about to talk to you, they are hyping him up and encouraging him to finally confess to you!

shoto isn't particularly shy to talk to you, he is just unsure if he's saying or doing the right thing

he decides that the best way to confess to you is to do it the classic way:

he'll put a letter in your locker, asking you to meet him behind the school by the end of the day

he'll wait there for you, with either a single flower or a small box of chocolate that he bought the day before

he doesn't want it to be anything big, otherwise you would noticed it right away behind his back–

once you arrive there, he finally confesses to you

he'll tell you when he fell for you, what made him fall for you and by the end of it all, he'll ask you to be his significant other…

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hajimeiwaswife · 2 years

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AUGUST | CHAPTER 6: UNEXPECTED CALLS

[Masterlist]

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Warnings: Everyone is 25 more or less, death threats, sexual innuendos (not actual smut). MDNI.

Wc: 2,1 K

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“Deku! What’s the situation?” the person at the other side of the intercom asked in a hurried whisper, waiting for their superior to give an order.

There was a long, chilling silence, not even his breathing could be heard in the astonishing void. Deku walked through the teared flat in the middle of nowhere, inspecting every object, both complete or broken, that he could find. He had received an alert of suspicious movement in here from a neighbour of the town nearby, but when he arrived, nobody was there and the clues he could have found were erased. Whoever was here knew they were walking on a thin line between what’s legal and not, probably already bathed in the water of sin.

He was frustrated. Already a week in the U. S. and he was as close to discovering the culprit as when he arrived. The Pro Hero passed his right hand over his uncovered and messy green hair, panting. He was already nervous with this case, then with your condition at Japan; he trusted Shoto with his body and soul, knowing him for so long and being friends since High School, but he would feel better being himself who protected you, kept you safe from the claws of evil, hugged you at night as you liked to be hugged and kiss your head when you fell asleep.

It didn’t help that you both didn’t talk at all the day before. He had been busy and you didn’t reach him, probably occupied with all the mess of the apartment and the burglar who entered. However, his heart was aching for a single word from you, just a ‘good morning’, even a text would work.

“Deku!” the intercom kept going on, expecting an answer from him.

“Nothing, they’re gone.” He announced, frustrated.

He looked around once more, angry eyes searching for something, anything, that could lead him to another point of the investigation. But there was nothing else for him to do.

“Let the scientific police come in.” he ordered, speaking directly to the intercom in his watch.

As the FBI agents came in, he stepped furiously out of the apartment and took his private phone out of his pocket. No notifications from you. Not a single message. His frustration and stress were increasing. Why. Why didn’t you talk to him all day. Why couldn’t you call. What was so important to not send a simple message. What were you doing. Where were―

He stopped himself once he caught onto what he was implying. You had just been attacked and threatened, you were completely vulnerable and you were probably fixing everything there was to your shared flat. Just like him, you were most likely busy. Releasing a deep breath through his nose, he tried to calm himself and passed a hand by his face. He needed to focus.

Just when he was about to move, someone touched his shoulder. He jumped, startled, and noticed how distracted he was to just be surprised by the officer in charge of the case. The man was taller than him, with dark skin and brown eyes that showed the experience he had in the field; intimidating, yet kind when needed.

“Sorry, kid.” Officer Ross said, placing a parental hand on Izuku’s shoulder. The pro hero just shook his head to indicate he thought nothing of it, even if it was a lie. He hated to not feel the presence of people approaching him.

“I’m the sorry one here,” he spoke in broken English. It was at times like these where he regretted not bringing you with him, he needed an interpreter. “I couldn’t find anything.”

“Let’s see what the FBI can give us, then.” The policeman sighed, “But it looks like a very hard case.”

“There’s no perfect crime, sir. We’ll catch them.” Izuku, Deku, promised with a sure tone; his insides doubting every single word that came out of his mouth.

Once in the commissary again, he took his phone from his pocket for the third time that morning and, gutted, he observed his full screen filled with messages, none of them from you.

He knew he was being dramatic; it had only passed a day and a half without hearing your voice, but it was more than what you would spend without reaching out to each other in the last few years.

He wondered whether he should call you, to hear your voice just for a minute, to listen to you breathe. He wondered whether you thought about him, if you missed him as much as he was missing you. He wondered whether he should ask or wait until you claimed it yourself.

Looking around, he watched the whole office working on their own things and not paying him any attention at the moment. It was the perfect time. He opened the contacts in his phone and dialed your number, which was the first one and emergency one at the same time.

How beautiful you looked in the profile picture he had of you, smiling with your pretty lips, shiny eyes and clothes contrasting against the green of the trees. You both had gone on a little trip to the forest for the weekend, renting a modest cottage and walking around the place. It had been a pleasurable trip, both literal and metaphorical. Watching you enjoy yourself in nature was exquisite, but staring at your naked body squirming underneath him in the silk sheets was pluperfect, an out of body experience.

The hold tone brought him back to reality, where your body was no more next to him, nor was the musicality of the leaves that danced at the beat of the wind. He was back in Washington, on a mission far from you, and waiting for you to pick up your phone.

He was about to hang up when he heard it, the sound of someone picking up the call. “Hello?” he heard a sleepy masculine voice at the other side of the line, and for a moment, he thought he had dialed the wrong number. “Midoriya?”

Then, it hit him. “Todoroki!” Izuku exclaimed, relieved to hear a familiar voice, although confused as to why he was the one answering, “Where’s Y/n?”

“Sleeping.” His friend replied, the sound of a yawn being prominent from his part. “Why?”

“Oh,” The number one hero would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, “I wanted to talk to her, we didn’t yesterday and I was worried.”

“I see,” Izuku heard shuffling at the other side, movement, and then steps. “Do you want me to wake her up?”

“No! No, let her sleep.” He had to be an idiot. It was late in Japan, he should have known, but his selfishness had taken the best of him. “Just ask her to call me when she wakes up. It doesn’t matter if it’s late here.”

“I’ll tell her.” Todoroki was a man of few words, Izuku knew that. Had it been another occasion he wouldn’t have minded, but at that moment? He wanted to know everything.

“So… How are things going? Any news of the case? How is Y/n doing?”

“We don’t have much information, just that whoever entered the apartment left cow blood everywhere, but not a single fingerprint, footprint, nothing.” He recognised it, the frustration in his friend, it was the same one he had with his own case. “We’re doing our best, and Y/n is doing fine. Sometimes she panics, but for the rest she’s okay.”

‘Does she talk about me?’ is what Izuku wanted to ask. He wasn’t brave enough. “I’m sure you’ll catch whoever is doing this.” He meant it, he really did. “And I hope both you and Y/n rest well.”

“She’s not exactly sleep-deprived for what I’ve seen.” Izuku chuckled, not knowing if Todoroki was for real or if he was joking. “Though I think it’s for the best, at least she gets to rest and forget about this for a bit.” There was a moment of silence, and then he heard the number three speak again. “Sorry, I thought I heard her talking.”

“She sometimes talks in her sleep; especially if she’s stressed.” Izuku explained.

“Oh,” again, silence. The green haired man waited patiently. “Yeah, she’s mumbling something about ‘being glad of meeting her majesty’. I didn’t know she was monarchic.”

“She’s not, ‘her majesty’ is Taylor Swift.” And then, Izuku heard something he had only heard once: Todoroki laughing. It was a high pitch sound, almost as if it didn’t want to come out and, if he was not mistaken, he could catch a bit of endearment.

“Oh God, you’re joking.” Todoroki continued laughing to the shock of his pro hero friend, who couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Now I understand a lot of things.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Izuku asked, curious. He waited a couple minutes until Todoroki stopped laughing. Deku didn’t think it was that funny, but it was good to hear what he only heard when Mr. Smiley attacked that one time.

Once Shoto stopped and calmed down a bit, he started explaining. “We went to the shopping centre today, you know, to buy some clothes for the both of you.” Izuku nodded, even though Todoroki couldn’t see him. “And on the way there and the way back we heard at least ten Taylor Swift songs.”

“Yeah, that’s very much like her.” The man smiled.

“I guess I’ll have to try and wake her up with her songs in the morning. She sleeps like a log.” Shoto complained.

“Tell me about it, I have to put at least five alarms every morning to get her to wake up and stand up.”

It was nice, talking about his fiancée with someone else in such an endearing way. He could tell Shoto was growing fond of his girl. “Does it work?”

“Not really.”

And then, Todoroki’s laugh again, this time accompanied by Izuku’s. “You know what’s the worst of it all? She told me before heading to sleep the first night that she was a light sleeper. Light sleeper my ass.”

Izuku couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t that funny. None of it was funny enough to have them both like that, but sometimes anecdotes of people you know and love make you lose your mind about things that aren’t that meaningful to others.

“I think I have never heard you use that expression,” Izuku said in between laughs.

“Your girlfriend, she uses it a lot, I think she’s rubbing it off on me.”

They laughed for a few minutes more, adding stories of both their school times and you. It was nice, Izuku thought, to be able to talk with my friend like that after a few days of stressing work.

“And what about your case? How is it in the U. S. A.?” Shoto asked.

Should he tell the truth? Maybe he could keep it to himself for a while. But this was Shoto, Izuku always told him everything, with no lies. So Izuku sighed forcefully before speaking, “It’s not going well.” Todoroki didn’t reply, waiting for him to say everything, “Much as in your case, we don’t find clues. No fingerprints, no forced entry, no bodies… This is a dead end.”

“You’ll get it at the end.” Shoto was sincere, he believed it, and Izuku was moved by the trust his friend had on him, “Do you think you’ll be here for the wedding?”

What he was about to say hurt, badly, “I don’t know.”

Silence again. They both were sharing a moment of hurt and companionship. Izuku looked around, and saw Officer Ross and a couple of police men looking his way; he had been too loud and he needed to work.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Not yet.” Izuku nodded to Officer Ross, knowing it was time to work again. “Todoroki, I have to go. Please, don’t tell her about this.”

“I won’t.” Shoto said, firmly.

“Tell her to call me. I have to go. Bye.”

Todoroki didn’t have the chance to reply before Izuku hung up. He thought about the implications of Midoriya not doing it at the wedding, and your saddened face filled with tears came to his mind. A pang made its way to his heart, something definitely not familiar. ‘I should go to the doctor’, Shoto thought. He placed your phone on the table and headed to his bed to try and sleep again.

Tossing and turning, not being able to close his eyes, he decided to put his headphones on and listen to something he wouldn’t have before you arrived in his life: Taylor Swift. That Jake Gyllenhaal you mentioned in his car was definitely Public Enemy Nº1.

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