#teacher todoroki fuyumi
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Midoriya-sensei AU
Chapter 12: Sports Day
I've decided I'm going to officially change updates to the 15th of every month, because I just don't have to time to post twice a month considering the chapters seem to be getting longer (who's fault could that be? ^^') and I don't want to disappoint
Also, I made a POLL regarding a minor side plot, so let me know if you're interested or not!
Part 11 | Ao3 | Part 13
[Sunday 8th October]
Me [1812]: I'm sorry im watching ths news and.erm did you jut use YOUR FIRE???
Me [1813]: Thats so amazing you look great I'm so proud of you!
Me [1814]: I will be screaming to you about this next time I see you but for now I'll just scream over text
Me [1814]: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1833]: 🔥
***
Izuku, understandably, felt extra excited when he walked into work Monday morning. It had been over a week and not only had Shoto taken what he’d said to heart, but he’d actually started training his fire!
Initially, Izuku had been concerned—Shoto’s replies had been slow and abrupt since their hangout, and Fuyumi had even noticed that he’d been staying back at the agency later than usual—but after his friend’s shift yesterday evening, a phone call had quickly put those worries to rest. It turned out that Shoto had simply spent the past week training his left side; he’d even called for private coaching from Eraserhead and Endeavour, the latter of which was surprising but logical.
‘He’s not a complete bastard wank anymore, and what good is my father if I can’t take advantage of his knowledge?’ He could practically hear the shrug in Shoto’s voice. ‘He was pretty helpful, and Eraser was his usual brutal self. I learnt a lot.’
‘I’m really glad!’ Izuku’s cheeks hurt from smiling. ‘So you’re feeling more confident?’
‘The past week’s been hell, and I still have a lot of catching up to do, but yeah.’ A pause. ‘I feel confident to begin using my… my fire, in the field.’
Izuku honestly couldn’t wait to see Shoto’s growth. He was already so proud of his friend, and he knew his family would be too, especially Rei. It was a huge step—he was going to need to compile a new notebook dedicated solely to Shoto's left side.
He was still grinning about it, even as he walked across the field, setting up the obstacle course for the students.
Part of Izuku was also thankful for the timing, as Shoto's news was what was currently suppressing the anxiety bubbling in his stomach. After all, today was sports day, and while the event was typically one of his favourites in the academic calendar, they were also using it to implement their last minute plan to help Hiru.
They couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.
‘Hey.’ Fuyumi walked over, smiling gently. She’d already finished helping one of the other teachers set up the beanbag toss. ‘How’re you doing?’
‘Ask me again in approximately eight hours.’ He chuckled humorlessly as he lined up the tunnels, before positioning the skipping ropes on the other side. 'I'll be honest, I'm feeling a nervous poop coming.'
'You sound like Natsuo.' She snorted, immediately reaching down to help him with the equipment.
‘I’ll take that as a complement.’ He stuck his tongue out in response. ‘Thanks.’
His lower body grumbled with discomfort and he pulled a face. ‘Once this is finished, I’ll pop over. Just the sacks left after this.’
‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll finish off here.’ Despite her kindness, there was an assertive air to her voice which told Izuku that she wasn’t accepting no for an answer.
That was fine with him.
‘Really? Thank you! You’re the best honestly!’ He immediately dropped everything and ran to the building. Once inside, he beelined for the staff toilets. ‘Thank fuck…’
Once he was finished, Izuku checked his phone to find that it was only a few minutes before the first bell. Luckily, his classroom wasn’t too far. Anxiety still lingered in his body—he suspected it would for the duration of the school day—but it wasn’t overwhelming; he still smiled brightly as he greeted his students and took the register, before leading them to the assembly hall. They had all come to school in their PE kits, so it was rather amusing to see them wearing their usual school shoes instead of their trainers, due to being inside.
Izuku then took his place next to Fuyumi, like clockwork, and the two of them watched the other students filter in.
‘Did you get sorted okay?’
‘Yeah, all good.’ She shrugged. ‘Did you have a good poop?’
‘Y’know, I’m still not sure… but I certainly needed it.’ He answered shamelessly. There wasn’t really a filter between them at this point—they’d seen their students do more horrifying things over the years.
The Head soon began with the usual topics—reminding the faculty about the HQA information session that was coming up in a few weeks—before he eventually brought up the giant elephant in the room.
‘I can practically hear you all vibrating with excitement, even without my quirk, so no point delaying. As you’re aware, today is sports day!' He paused while the students cheered. 'This year, however, we’ve put a special twist on it…’
Usually, grades were kept separate—the two classes competing against each other—but this time, there would be four distinct teams: Lemillion, consisting of classes 2B, 3A and 4B; Dynamite, including classes 2A, 3B and 4B; Shoto, of which Fuyumi’s class, 1B, was a part of, as well as 5B and 6A; and All Might, encompassing the final three classes—Izuku had been fierce in his demand to be put on the latter team. So, while each grade would still go around each activity together as a whole, the allotted points they’d accumulate went to their designated teams.
That meant that Hiru and his antagonists had to rely on each other to win, and the prize was a trophy for each winning class.
The formal reason behind the team set-up was to encourage the different grades to support each other and build a rapport. Hopefully, it might also allow certain individuals to reflect on their differences.
Hopefully.
‘Now that you all have your teams, it’s time for the schedule.’ The Head brought up the next powerpoint side, showing a table. ‘Some of you will notice that your homeroom teacher is running an activity. That is why each grade will walk around together. So, for example, grade one will follow Todoroki-sensei, while Midoriya-sensei runs the obstacle course. Make sense?'
A sea of heads immediately bobbed up and down.
The Head smiled. 'Great! Now, your teacher will also have a copy of the schedule, so there's no need to memorise it…'
There were a few more minutes of technicalities—a few kids clearly becoming impatient—before everyone was finally released. While Fuyumi gathered their students together, Izuku quickly made his way back out to the field, along with a few other teachers. Some parents were already congregating around the activities, eager to support their kids. He smiled in greeting and exchanged pleasantries with a few, but otherwise remained silent as he waited.
He rocked back and forth on his feet, imagining all the different outcomes of the day. Hiru was the fastest runner in his grade—probably the older ones too—due to his quirk. That was why they’d deliberately scheduled the whole school for the relay race at the end of the day. That way, they could set it up so each team could cheer each other on for the final event.
His thoughts were interrupted before he could truly get lost in them, as a flock of children suddenly swarmed the field.
There were five other events, not including the obstacle course and relay. Tug of war was fairly self-explanatory, as was dance; along with the bean bag toss—throw as many beanbags into your team’s basket as possible before the time runs out—and the cavalry battle. Admittedly though, the latter wouldn’t be as impressive as UA’s infamous cavalry battle due to the lack of quirk usage.
The event that was often the most confusing for foreign students was oodama, but that was just because of the name, which was just “giant ball”. Essentially, each team had to carry a giant inflatable ball together to the goal point; if they dropped it, they’d have to start again. Izuku really hoped Hiru had brought along his personalised cover for his quills, otherwise they might have some issues with that one.
‘Namaste, Midoriya-sensei!’
He smiled as the sixth graders surrounded him, all bowing simultaneously. They were the year below his previous homeroom class—when he’d had India for global month—so naturally, they’d all joined in during the legendary “Namaste phase” and made sure not to let it die out entirely.
Indulging them, he put his palms together and bowed.
‘Namaste, bachche! How're you all doing?'
He snorted when they immediately began speaking over each other—clearly excited—and waited until they’d all calmed down before taking them through the usual rules. There would be six races, with roughly ten students per race. Then, the winner of each race would enter the final, and points would be assigned based on their placement.
It wasn’t too difficult considering the sixth graders had already done the course before—with just a few minor changes—but once they’d moved on, his next group was the first graders.
‘Hey, Sensei!’ His students greeted excitedly. ‘We just did our dance routine!’
‘Did you?’ He gasped. ‘How did it go?’
‘It went really well!’ Hana jumped up and down. ‘Our parents all watched as well, which was super fun! Okaasan took pictures!’
‘We didn’t win though.’ Haku pouted, crossing his arms as class B joined them.
‘It was really close!’ Fuyumi tried to placate. ‘You were all really good! Like professional dancers!’
‘Like Pinky?’ Izuku offered, knowing his students would appreciate the comparison. When Fuyumi quickly agreed, they brightened up significantly, and he explained the rules.
It ended up being a close one, but after the first set of races, the finalists were decided: four from class B and two from A. Luckily though, Hiru and Touta managed to bag the top two spots, bringing the scores to a tie as they went off to the next activity. Izuku waved farewell as he quickly prepared everything for the second graders.
By the time lunch came around and the scores were tallied, team All Might were in joint second with Dynamight, while team Shoto was in the lead. It was pretty close, which was to be expected—especially to build suspense and competition—but it still made Izuku nervous.
His leg was twitching.
'Stop overthinking.' Fuyumi nudged him from where they were sitting: a picnic bench in the playground, as the children played around them. 'We've set everything in motion, it's up to the kids now.'
'I know.' He sighed, exasperated. 'But I'm a worrier!'
'And I'm not?' She scoffed with a laugh. 'Come on. There's nothing else you can do for now.'
'Only because I haven't thought of something yet.' He argued weakly.
Maybe there was some way he could figure out a plan to have the different grades work together, or set up an ethical way to jeopardise-
‘Nope. Not going there.' Fuyumi interjected, before slurping up more noodles. He must've been staring at his bento for too long and mumbling out loud. 'Tell you what, I'll change the subject. How was your weekend?’
Not even subtle… but Izuku chose to take the bait. Worrying made his stomach hurt.
‘Pretty uneventful…’ He shrugged, using his chopsticks to move his food around. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't quite keep the smile from his face as his mind recalled a certain hero. ‘Y’know, other than the obvious. You?’
‘Yeah, I was pretty much the same.’ She laughed halfheartedly. 'You really must be nervous for Hiru, considering you haven't even brought up Shoto until now, and that was with some prompting.'
'I've just not had the time to properly gush about it.' He placed a hand over his chest, then eyed his friend cautiously. 'Plus, I wanted to check first: how're you feeling about it?'
She flashed him a grateful smile, then shook her head affectionately.
'It's… I'm feeling hopeful, I think.' She pursed her lips, pondering. ‘It was just… surprising, to say the least. As you know, we were all concerned about him the past week, but then, before he went to work yesterday, he told us to keep an eye on the news and promised that it was nothing bad…' Her tone turned sarcastic. 'That didn't worry us at all.’
‘Of course.’
‘So we kept the tv on during dinner, then all of a sudden, okaasan called my name, and I rushed in, and on the screen was Shoto using his fire to catch a villain, like some kind of fever dream!’
She hesitated then; Izuku tilted his head to the side.
‘Was that good or bad?’
‘Oh, definitely good!’ She was quick to clarify, then looked down at her noodles in thought. ‘We just… never expected it. Shoto had always been so against using it in combat. Something must’ve happened.’
She paused and slowly looked up to meet Izuku’s eyes. ‘Hang on.’
He chuckled nervously.
Her eyes narrowed. ‘You never said what your argument was about when you hung out at the house, just that you disagreed on something. Come on, spill.’
As she looked at him expectantly, Izuku tapped his index fingers together and bounced his legs under the table.
‘He kinda… told me about why he didn’t use his fire, so I kinda… to sum it up, basically called him immature and explained why he was being dumb.’
‘Izuku!’
‘I know, it was stupid, I don’t know what I was doing. I guess I was just…’ He faltered. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. 'I was just…'
‘Being your usual self.’ Fuyumi eventually finished for him, causing him to look at her quizzically. ‘He’s needed telling for years, but he’s stubborn and all of us were afraid of the consequences. Our family’s been through so much, we didn’t want to risk breaking it again.’
She sighed. ‘After everything that happened, I think he’d resigned himself to not using his left side… because otherwise he’d have to admit to not “giving it his all” against Touya. He didn't "try hard enough" to save him, if that makes sense?’
‘I didn’t think about that.’ Izuku murmured, guilt immediately washing over him as he slapped his forehead. ‘Of course he feels responsible for what happened, and I was so insensitive.’
He groaned, twitching as he recalled the argument. He made several more little noises of annoyance and shook his head. Fuck, it’s a wonder he doesn’t hate me…
Fuyumi regarded him carefully, chewing the inside of her cheek. She was used to his stimming by now, so didn't mention it, which he was thankful for.
‘I don’t know what you said specifically.’ She began slowly. ‘But whatever it was… it worked, so don’t beat yourself up too much like I know you’re currently doing.’
‘You know me too well.’ Izuku snorted. 'Gahhh, I just… he looked so sad and angry.'
‘He’s been sad and angry for a while, but he used to be worse.’ She conceded, but her tone wasn't accusatory. ‘Therapy has done most of the work to get him where he is today, but he’s always been so adamant about his fire… until now. You don’t need to feel bad for telling him what he needed to hear, promise.’
Izuku tightened his lips and searched her expression.
‘Are you really sure?’
She snorted.
‘If Shoto hated you, you’d know it by now.’ She told him simply. ‘Has he messaged you today?’
Izuku paused.
‘Well, yeah... He wanted to wish me luck.’
‘See?’
‘All right, all right, fine.’ Izuku smiled despite himself, as he took his phone out of his pocket. ‘It was really thoughtful-’
He paused when he realised Shoto had actually messaged him a few minutes ago.
‘Yeah, he fretted over the wording for ten minutes this morning.’ Fuyumi divulged—Izuku doubted her brother wanted him to know that little bit of information—before taking a sip from her drink. ‘So you’ve got nothing to worry about… and I know that smile, you’re looking at his messages, aren’t you?’
‘Hush.’ He stuck his tongue out, but before he could unlock his phone, one of his students suddenly appeared at his side. ‘Oh, hello, Nagisa-chan.’
‘Hi.’ She swung her arms out. ‘What happens when you die?’
Fuyumi choked on her drink, while Izuku just took a moment to process the question.
‘Erm… me specifically, or just people?’ Despite asking for clarification, the answer would remain the same: he didn’t have a clue.
‘Well, is it different for you?’ She tilted her head to the side.
Point taken.
‘I’ll be honest, Nagisa-chan, I’m not sure.’ He admitted. ‘That’s the thing about dying… you can’t really come back and let everyone know what happens.’
‘What about people who die and then they come back to life with the electric oven gloves.’
Izuku’s left eye twitched.
‘You mean a defibrillator?’ He asked, slowly.
‘I like my name better.’
‘Yeah, me too.’ Fuyumi chipped in.
Izuku hoped the name comment would distract her from the question, but alas, Nagisa continued to stare at him expectantly.
‘Er… well, I guess if they’re brought back to life, they couldn’t have been truly dead?’
‘Even Jesus?’
‘Do you… believe in Jesus?’
‘Not really.’ She sighed, looking over at where some students were playing hopscotch. ‘So what DOES happen when you die?’
Izuku bit his lip to prevent any muttering—he could go to various lengths about different religions and their beliefs, along with potential theories—but figured no one would appreciate that.
‘What do you think happens?’ He asked instead.
‘Hmmm.’ She placed a contemplative hand on her chin. ‘Probably… if you’re a good person, you turn into a dog or maybe a butterfly, but if you’re bad, you turn into… a wasp.’
‘A wasp?’
‘Yeah. No one likes wasps.’
‘What about good people who don’t like dogs?’ Fuyumi asked.
‘I guess… then maybe you turn into your favourite animal if you’re good.’ She twirled some of her hair around her finger. ‘And if you’re bad, you turn into something you don’t like.’
‘I can get behind that.’ Izuku agreed, then finally asked what had been on his mind since the start of the interaction. ‘What made you ask the question?’
‘My goldfish died last night.’ Nagisa pouted. ‘Okaasan flushed Floella down the toilet.’
‘That’s sad.’ Izuku frowned.
‘Yes, very.’ She put the hair she was playing with in her mouth and started chewing. ‘Anyway, see you later, sensei.’
Before he could say anything else, she sprinted off to join those playing hopscotch.
‘That was lovely.’ Fuyumi commented, as the two of them watched her go.
‘I think I have whiplash.’ Izuku deadpanned, before finally looking at his phone.
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1239]: Hope it’s going well
Me [1250]: So far so good! How’s work?
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1251]: On my lunch now, so can’t complain
‘Mei-chan, don’t you dare put that worm in your mouth!’ Fuyumi suddenly shouted, before bolting off towards the aforementioned student. ‘It’s every other day with this girl.’
Izuku snorted, then scanned the playground. The rest of the children seemed to be enjoying themselves, whilst most parents chatted with each other around the many picnic benches; some families stayed together, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Me [1253]: Same… 7 more minutes left tho
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1254]: That’s rough buddy
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1254]: What time do you get off?
Izuku furrowed his eyebrows.
‘Have you finished your lunch?’ Fuyumi was suddenly at his side, a little out of breath. When he nodded, she scooped up his container. ‘No problem, I’ll pop these back in the staffroom while you chat up my brother.’
‘I am not-’ He faltered when she quickly sped away out of earshot, then grumbled as he turned back to his phone. ‘I wish.’
Me [1255]: The school day finishes at 3 15 but I won’t be leaving till half past. Why?
He tapped the edge of his phone as he waited for a reply, periodically monitoring the students.
Shoto-kun 🙏 [1257]: Just wondering for when Fuyumi comes home
Izuku tried not to feel disappointed with the answer.
Me [1258]: Fair enough. Anyway, I gotta start rounding up the kids. Speak to you soon!
He quickly put his phone in his pocket and got to his feet.
Once everyone was organised and lunch was officially over, Izuku left the first graders with Fuyumi and jogged back over to the obstacle course, anticipating the fourth graders. In truth, he handled them relatively easily. They were especially boisterous, but the rowdiness didn't manifest into disobedience, and the parents watching from the sidelines cheered them on in good sport.
It wasn't until they left and grade five appeared that Izuku felt anxiety return. He tried not to let it show as he explained the rules to the students, who seemed particularly riled up, as teams All Might and Shoto were currently tying for first place.
'Ugh, I hope those annoying first graders don't ruin it for us!' One rolled his eyes, while his friend groaned with frustration.
'I bet they do! They're so useless!' Hiru hadn't provided him with names, but Izuku knew enough to suspect who the bullies were. 'Especially that mutant porcupine-'
'Have you got something you want to share with everyone?' Izuku interrupted, stern. When the rest of the grade turned to share at the duo, embarrassment flooded their cheeks and they shook their heads. Izuku tried not to pay attention to the way some parents turned to whisper to one another and even point at him. 'Well then, I hope you were discussing the rules, because it’s time to split into teams.'
His smile returned as he continued on with the event. However, his eyes did occasionally scan certain individuals for longer than he usually would.
'Is that him?' He'd hear some of the adults whisper. 'The Quirkless one?'
He'd heard similar questions and hushed comments throughout the day—not all malicious, mainly curious—but right now, Izuku was struggling to ignore them. Maybe it was because there were parents among them who were overtly and dangerously quirkist. Realistically, he knew that he was safe and that he was doing his job to the best of his ability, but he still felt like he was under the spotlight; if he fucked anything up in front of them, then he was setting a bad example for his fellow HQ community.
Luckily, whispers aside, the remaining forty five minutes passed without any incidents, and Izuku exhaled with relief once he was left to pack everything away while the students and parents made their way to the athletics track. It was only a brief interlude—it was easier putting everything away compared to setting it all up this morning—but he welcomed it all the same. It gave him a chance to briefly recharge and gather his bearings.
Once everything was sorted, he—along with a few other teachers who had also been on clean-up duty—jogged over to join the rest of the school. It was loud, many voices cheering and whooping. From the look and sound of it, the third graders were competing, which meant that there were only two more races left.
He hadn't missed the final then.
Izuku spotted the first graders sitting together with Fuyumi, and smiled as he strode over
'How's it going?' He nudged her gently and joined her on the grass, leaning back on his ankles. He tried not to alert the students of his presence so they could enjoy the race. 'Miss anything?'
'Your initial predictions were right, as usual.' She crossed her arms and nodded towards the blackboard by the finish line. 'If team Lemillion win, which looks like it's about to happen, then no matter how team Dynamight do in the grade two race, they still won't be higher than third. That puts our kids competing for the overall first place in the final round.'
'Seriously?' His eyes widened. 'I never expected it to go that smoothly, especially considering I don't know the other grades as well as ours.'
'Yeah, but I distinctly remember walking into your classroom after school to snap you out of your three hour strategizing session because housekeeping was about to kick you out.' Fuyumi shrugged. 'Once you get fixated on something, that's it, so I was pretty confident with what you'd come up with... even if it requires me having to console my poor students after their inevitable defeat.'
'Look, it's not my fault the fastest first grader is in my class.' Izuku grinned when Fuyumi mock sneered at him. 'I just hope it's worth it.'
His friend hummed, but didn't comment further, as the race came to an end. As expected, team Lemillion won—which meant both teams were out of the running for first—but that didn't prevent the second graders from giving it their absolute all in their race for third place. While that was going on though, Izuku tapped his class's four candidates on the shoulder.
'Hey, sensei!' Hana and Tomoyo both exclaimed, while Hiru waved.
'Are you here to escort us to the start line?' Touta asked, straight to the point.
'You bet I am!' He smiled, gesturing for them to get up. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Fuyumi do the same with her students. 'Are you ready?'
'Yes!' They jumped up.
'Do your best!' Haku called out, prompting the rest of the class to shout their good luck.
'I believe in you!' Nozomi pumped her fist. 'Show them what you're made of, Hiru!'
'Gotta go fast!' The aforementioned giggled, as they made their way around the course.
Instead of the typical 400m relay, they had painted a track half the size; therefore, to run a full lap, each student participating would run 50m. It was the ideal size, as it meant everyone had enough space to spectate, including the parents.
By the time they made it to the starting line, the penultimate race concluded, as teams Dynamight and Lemillion shouted accordingly—the cheers outweighing the groans of the losing team. Izuku wasn't quite sure who had won, until he heard Tomoyo inform Touta that Lemiilion had made a last minute comeback and had beat Dynamight by one point.
'Alright, everyone!' The Head announced through a loudspeaker; Izuku winced at the volume. 'Has everyone enjoyed today?' He paused as the field filled with whoops and excited "yeah"s, before continuing. 'It's time for our final race of the day and the battle for first place! Show some support for the first graders!'
Amongst the noise, the students got into position and the first runners were given their baton.
'I was telling the others about how you can start running before your partner gets to you.' Touta informed Izuku. 'That way, there's no stopping, which could slow the race down, but I also told them not to start running too early. Don't worry, we practised yesterday during playtime!'
'Is that so?' Izuku nodded in understanding. 'How did that go?'
'Very well! I'm confident we'll win!' Touta nodded firmly, before getting on the ground into the proper position, unlike the other student, who was just standing normally and side-eyeing him.
Izuku quickly stepped to the side and gave a thumbs up. Anticipation set in as the Head counted them down, and suddenly they were running. Touta—ever idolising Ingenium—had an intense look of concentration as he hand chopped with each stride; somehow not losing the baton.
True to his word, Tomoyo started running as he came closer—not too fast and with her arm stuck out ready—and the transition was fairly smooth. Despite Touta's start, the race was still neck and neck; the class B girl running against Tomoyo was very fast—Izuku could feel Fuyumi’s smirk from here—so they quickly took the lead. His heart almost burst as Tomoyo’s face went red in her attempt to frantically catch up, but it was no use.
It wasn’t over yet though. Once the baton went to Hana, they were able to make back some of the gap. By this point, everyone was cheering and shouting—Izuku included, whilst trying not to let the desperation show in his voice—hoping for victory. Hana did well to pick up their pace, and once Hiru started running, nothing could stop him; he easily overtook his opponent and sprinted towards the finish line. His quills shook where his sports shirt had been modified, his nose bounced with each step, but his face was determined, focusing only on one goal.
Izuku looked around him, searching everyone else’s expressions. Most were watching with amazement, others with delight, whilst those on team Shoto were clutching their heads in anguish. When his eyes scanned over the fifth graders from earlier, he was glad to see them staring at Hiru with wide eyes; their mouths agape with shock. That was progress, at least, and when Hiru crossed the finish line—an easy victory—they punched their fists in the air and cheered with everyone else.
Izuku let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and turned back to Hiru—who was being crowded by the rest of class A—and joined them in their congratulations, making sure to commend the other runners as well. The background noise all mingled into one, so once he'd said his piece, Izuku made his way back to Fuyumi, a smile on his face…
Until he passed the adults.
'To let a mutant participate in this event is ridiculous.' He overheard one of the parents complain. 'They clearly have an unfair advantage.'
‘Exactly! That’s what I’ve been saying for the past three years!’ Another chimed in. 'They should have their own category or something, especially when the normal kids aren't allowed to use their quirks.'
Izuku's jaw tightened and he turned.
'Excuse my intrusion.' His heart pounded against his chest. What was he doing? 'But I hardly think a children's sports day warrants any extra categories based purely on physical attributes—we don’t split the beanbag toss up depending on height, after all. Plus, one member of class B's relay team also had a heteromorph quirk, so I don't think there was any "unfair" advantage.'
'Of course you would think that.' The first parent rolled her eyes. 'Everyone has an advantage over someone quirkless, so it's all the same to you.'
Wow, no hesitation there.
That stung, but Izuku wasn't about to submit.
'I have a joint-honours degree in both teaching and quirk studies, with a postgraduate specialisation in the development of quirks.' He replied, easily. 'So I don't think you can just write me off as not knowing what I'm talking about simply because I'm quirkless, which is a prejudiced argument if I've ever heard one.'
'Well if you're so smart, then you should know about how these genetic mutations are illnesses-'
'Illnesses?' He couldn't help but scoff. 'Do you believe everything Speak Out tell you? Do you know the studies they cite are super dodgy and often anecdotal?'
'That's because the scientists doing peer reviews are politically motivated.'
'No, it's because the studies' methods are shi- rubbish, and the word "illness" is thrown around too liberally.' Izuku remained steadfast. Luckily, they hadn't attracted a crowd yet, but he could tell some of the other parents were looking at them. 'Anyone with critical thinking knows that.'
'Are you saying I have no critical thinking?'
'Well, if the shoe f-'
'Midoriya-sensei.' Fuyumi suddenly appeared at his side, her smile placating. 'Why don't you let me take over? Kimura-san and Shimizu-san’s children are in my class. I'll meet you in the staffroom.'
She looked at him deliberately, but Izuku didn't retreat straight away. He held her gaze for a few seconds first, clearly not happy about the situation.
'Alright.'
Casting the parents one final glance, he took his leave. As he made his way through the crowd though, he clenched his fists tightly and bit the inside of his cheek to prevent any angry muttering.
It's always one step forward, two fucking steps back.
***
'So, you told me to ask again in eight hours.' Fuyumi said as they walked out of the school building. 'How're you doing?'
Izuku sighed, kicking a small stone.
'At least the kids are acting in a friendly way.' He tried to focus on the positives. 'Those fifth graders even called Hiru cool.'
'Yes… But that's not what's on your mind.' Fuyumi stated pointedly. 'It's that conversation with the parents that would’ve escalated if I hadn’t intervened.'
Izuku chuckled humorlessly, still staring at the ground.
'You got me.' He conceded, spreading his palms in surrender. 'It was just so frustrating.'
'I know.' Fuyumi waved at the school caretaker over by the bins, prompting Izuku to also wave politely. 'I wasn't able to talk much sense into them after you left, I'll be honest, but I pointed them to the information session we'll be hosting—they said they'll be there.'
'Yay.'
'You stop that now.' She swatted him without any real malice. 'You were the one who…'
Izuku turned to look at her when she trailed off, only to find her staring at the school gate, mouth agape. Confused, he followed her gaze and baulked when he saw red and white hair.
'Shoto-kun?'
The aforementioned was leant against the wall, still in his hero costume, and scrolling through his phone. When he noticed them approaching, however, he pocketed the device and nodded in greeting.
'What a lovely surprise.' Fuyumi sounded almost amused. 'What brings you to this side of the world?'
'Midoriya told me what time you'd both be finishing, so I thought I'd walk home with you.' Shoto answered easily, like this was perfectly normal behaviour. 'I figured if he was going to scream at me, may as well do it in front of an audience.'
'Scream?' Izuku took a moment to process what he meant. 'Ooooh, the texts. I said I'd scream at him next time I saw him because he used his fire… Good screaming.'
'I was beginning to worry.' Fuyumi snorted. 'Good idea. Izuku could definitely do to let off some steam with a distraction.'
Shoto's expression immediately shifted into concern.
'That bad?'
Izuku sighed.
'I'll tell you about it later, but for now…' He paused for dramatic effect. 'Tell me everything about your fire!'
By the time they parted ways—the Todorokis turning left at the crossroads and Izuku going straight on—he couldn't deny he was definitely in a better mood than he had been an hour ago.
#midoriya sensei au#tododeku#todoroki shoto#midoriya izuku#todoizu#todomido#dekutodo#izushou#teacher au#teacher midoriya izuku#teacher todoroki fuyumi#quirkless midoriya izuku#quirkless discrimination#todoroki fuyumi#platonic fuyumizu
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Fuyumi if you'd like!
she’s the sweetest!! 💐 thanks for sending this suggestion 💗
☑️ art requests open (maybe through the weekend too hehe) 🫡
#lol I was like let me do something lowkey— this is not lowkey hahahahha#but awww she’s awesome I bet she’s an amazing teacher haha#💛💛💛#fuyumi todoroki#todoroki#mha#bnha#mha art#pjseveryday#illustration#anime art#fanart#sketchbook#art requests open
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Shouto, showing up to the LoV base unannounced and smacking papers down in front of Dabi: Here are the papers so you can legally adopt me. Please sign here, here, and there.
Dabi: How did you find…. You know what? Fine, I’ll sigh - wait, why are there three sets?
Shouto: I didn’t want Fuyumi and Natsuo to feel left out
#dabi my hero academia#shouto todoroki#touya todoroki#Shouto just wants to get away from Endeavour#Natsuo is going along for the lols#Fuyumi is blissfully unaware#Shouto starts calling Dabi Dad#Dabi hates this#Shouto: there is gonna be parent-teacher meeting#Dabi: absolutely not… will Hawks be there#Shouto knowing damn well Hawks will not be there: yes
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Double Expulsion X KEM X TA Fuyumi X Springtime for Todoroki
Todoroki also sticks up for Midoriya and gets expelled (his plan after seeing it happen to Bakugou) only to get renerolled because Aizawa's expulsions were undone and now Fuyumi is there to keep him in check and he doesn't want to disappoint her!
#asks#double expulsion au#king explosion murder au#teacher assistant fuyumi au#springtime for todoroki au
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Cooking time (Continued from here) || @historias-multorum || Shoto
Oh! Maybe it wasn't smoke after all, just some steam from the pork katsu. There was a sigh of relief, "you know what, why not. Let's see what you can cook up, Shoto."
#V: The teacher who would just like a good dinner with her family; Fuyumi Todoroki (MHA)#historiasmultorum
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Being apart of the Todoroki family as the youngest sibling headcannons
Tw! Mention of abuse,
Gender neutral! Reader
Note: Reader has a water quirk cause it’s the closest thing to ice and fire
Platonic
Shoto
Pretty damn protective of you since your mom is gone and he doesn’t want you to be abused like he and his siblings were
He would’ve given anything to make sure you were safe
He was relieved to find out you didn’t have a fire and ice quirk like he did so that you wouldn’t have to go through the brutal training he did
He loves seeing your quirk in action
He’s distant from you but he cares a lot more than he shows
He had never once raised a hand to you
He’s awkward talking to you but he wants the good relationship with you that you both need
Natsuo
He manages to pull off protective and funny at the same time
Like Shoto he was pretty relieved that you didn’t have a quirk that Enji wanted
He freezes your water if your quirk gets out of control
He’s the one who takes up the relaxed guardian figure
He always shows up to your events
Once he has enough money, he wants to take you away from the house
Fuyumi
She’s basically your mom at this point since your’s is gone
She’s the most constant once in your life
Since she’s a teacher, she can help you with anything school related
She gives you all the love she has since you deserve it
She makes you and the others spend time together to at least try to make the family somewhat whole
Toya Dabi
He’s the type to have you do dumb shit to piss off Enji
He didn’t spend a lot of time with you when you were younger due to him leaving and becoming a villain
So he remains in the shadows, just watching “Endeavor’s spare” child
He was pretty amazed that you got a mix of both quirks instead of half and half
He occasionally visits as ‘The emo man’ as you call him
He thinks that you would be a good villain but he doesn’t want that life for you
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Oh my goodness gracious me, more todoroki drama! What are your thoughts on this chapter from your translations?
I'll forever be heartbroken at the panel of the happy family minus shoto.
I don't have a ton to say. We got like one flashback and 10 seconds of story. But I do think a lot of people are sleeping on what's happening in this chapter. It's a chapter about the Todoroki family, particularly those who are NOT Enji, Shouto, or Touya (well okay, maybe a bit about Touya, too). No, I don't mean that Enji or Shouto are being excluded as some sort of message. I mean that the other characters also need their moments to further their own arcs.
All the characters who expressed their regrets in the above scene are now showing up in chapter 388 to confront their demons (although I do think there is a translation or update issue regarding Rei's panel in this version of the page.) Note that Shouto had no regrets to express regarding Touya and was instead called "his family's hero" because of his desire to rescue all of them. Shouto has no place in this chapter specifically because it's about the family's regrets towards Touya.
So their actions in this chapter are meant to reflect each of their regrets.
Enji, who harmed his family, is now trying to protect them all and take all the damage unto himself.
Rei, who felt powerless in her situation and was repulsed by Enji and her children, takes responsibility and apologizes while actively pushing her way onto the battlefield to use her power to cool down Enji and Touya.
Fuyumi, who kept up appearances that things were fine even when she knew the family was falling apart, expresses her repressed thoughts and her desire for the family to actually be okay by begging for no one to leave (it's hard to capture the nuance of what she's saying literally in Japanese, something like "Don't not be here, don't go away.")
And Natsu, who regrets brushing off and not confronting Enji or Touya before it was too late, directly tells Touya to stop bothering everyone. (Now, the nuance here is probably dicier to explain, but essentially there is an implied note of selfishness being attached to Touya's actions, even if Touya's feelings are justified. This is a collectivist society sort of thing, but think back to when Katsuki mouths off to Fuyumi and Shouto for talking about sensitive subjects where those uninvolved can hear. Basically, Natsu is saying Touya should find a way to deal with his problems himself rather than making them problems for everyone else--and let's be real, Touya's currently threatening other people's lives because of his personal problems.)
The paradox is that Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsu are all expressing their honne, their true feelings. In Japan, to the rest of the world you are to present your tatemae, which is your polite mask or the character you are assigned to play in any situation (Fuyumi would have her teacher persona with her students, for instance). People are only supposed to express their honne to those very close to them, with the most common example being: their family. The Todoroki family has been forced to hide their true feelings over the years even from the rest of their family, and now they are finally getting to express everything they bottled up. So while it may feel like some of the things they say are cruel or selfish, this is actually meant to be a sign of love. They are in a situation where they feel comfortable enough with their family and even compelled by the dire circumstances to reveal their honne. Honne are SUPPOSED to be selfish and rude. To express one's honne is to express how close one is with the person who hears them. You can even see Dabi as Touya's tatemae, and the Touya we see in the panel at the end is his honne finally coming out.
And that's the crux of how I view this now infamous final panel. It's a reflection of the family coming together by expressing their regrets. It's a symbol of the people they could have been if only they could have dealt with these things in the first place. They are healing in this moment. They are healing as a family and as themselves. And now Shouto, who has already gone through that same process in the Sports Festival, is going to come in and be his family's hero once again.
#ask pika#anon ask#my hero academia manga spoilers#final showdown spoilers#endeavor#dabi#rei todoroki#fuyumi todoroki#natsuo todoroki#shouto todoroki
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𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐
Synopsis: you and Touya became friends when you were kids, until one day he had to leave. Years later, a beast in the forest makes its home near your village, and you’ll find out who the real monster is.
• Fantasy au, werewolf x human romance, childhood friends to lovers
Pairing: Dabi x reader
Characters: Touya Todoroki, Goto Imasuji, (mentioned) Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki
Warnings: bullying, sexual harassment, misogyny (neither done by Touya), mass murder, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), size difference, Goto is a creep here so if you like him, this might not be for you
Written for @candycandy00 for the League Of Villains Horror Anthology.
Title is a reference from a Hellsing Abridged quote by Team Four Star.
She was like the moon, and he, her wolf- always circling, his shadow cast in her moonlight, waiting for love to break free with the stars.
N.R. Hart
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You met Touya Todoroki when you were thirteen.
All your life, you had lived in a large town named Deika Village, located near a forest. You grew up with a fairly normal childhood, went to school with the other kids.
However, you had a secret: you and your family were witches. Your parents used their magic to help the village, making the crops prosper and kept the town safe from natural disasters or illnesses.
Nobody knew about your family secret because if people found out, you’d all be killed for witchcraft.
So, you put up the image of a non-magical child, and blended in with the other children, who got along with you.
Except for one kid.
His name was Goto Imasuji. He was tall for his age, had unruly blonde hair and onyx eyes. What stood out the most was how bulky he was, which earned him the nickname “Muscular”.
He called you mean names, pushed you around, and pulled on your hair. You don’t know what you did to piss him off at such a young age, but out of all the other kids he targeted, you seemed to be his favorite to harass.
Oddly, despite calling you “uggo”, he didn’t seem to like it when you interacted with other boys and would intimidate them into not talking to you anymore. You didn’t understand why, and just chalked his behavior up to him thinking girls were inferior to boys.
You tried telling the teachers, but they would dismiss you with the same excuses: “boys will be boys”, “just ignore him and he’ll leave you alone”, or, “if he’s mean to you, that just means he likes you” (there was no way in hell you believed that one, considering how many times he called you ugly).
Eventually, no one wanted to hang out with you anymore and would join Goto in bullying you, their fear turning into adoration. You were ostracized and excluded, the only kid with no friends.
That all changed when one day, you would meet a boy your age with snowy white hair and ice blue eyes.
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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a family of six passed through your village, stopping to spend a few nights.
The family consisted of a husband and father named Enji Todoroki. He was an imposing man with spiky red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a permanent scowl etched on his face. His wife, Rei, was a beautiful woman with sleek white hair and warm gray eyes.
They had four kids; three sons and one daughter. The youngest was Shoto, who was no older than five, with dual colored hair that split right down the middle and heterochromic eyes. You rarely got to talk to him, but whenever you saw him, you’d always give him a polite wave.
The middle son was Natsuo. He looked just like Enji but had Rei’s palette. Out of his other three siblings, he had the most easy-going personality that was almost contagious.
Their only daughter, Fuyumi, was one year younger than you but you envied her looks. She had clearly inherited her mother’s beauty, with red streaks in her white hair, and was just as kind-hearted.
And finally, the eldest son, Touya. What stood out about him the most was how short he was for a boy his age. Despite how frail he looked, he was surprisingly strong and agile. Personality wise, he was reclusive and seemed to prefer being by himself.
The only way you met him was when you caught Goto picking on him for his height. You had stepped in and told your bully to back off, threatening to tell an adult if he didn’t stop.
The blonde menace glowered at you and called you an insult, but left like you told him to, not wanting to get in trouble, grumbling as he stomped away.
As soon as he was gone, you were about to ask Touya if he was okay, only to be met with a glare, like you had personally offended him.
“I didn’t need your help! I could’ve handled him!” He yelled indignantly.
Wow, rude.
“You’re welcome.” You replied sarcastically, turning up your nose at him as you stormed away.
You decided you’d never talk to him ever again, but fate had other plans, seeing as how the next day, Goto shoved you to the ground and shouted at you for interfering yesterday. Just as he was about to kick dirt in your face, he was suddenly pushed by a pair of hands and you heard a familiar voice.
“Leave her alone!”
You looked up to see none other than Touya, standing over Goto with his fists balled and teeth bared. You both made eye contact, and you could’ve sworn you saw his expression soften upon seeing you.
Before either of you could say a word, Goto stood back up and tackled Touya, bringing his fists down repeatedly. Touya was able to dodge his blows using his arms as a shield, but you knew that wouldn’t stop Goto.
With a surge of adrenaline, you leapt to your feet and kicked the bigger boy right between his legs.
He let out a pained wheeze, immediately clutching his groin, and with his hands occupied, you took the opportunity to punch him in the face as hard as you could. You then grabbed Touya’s hand and helped him up, running the both of you away to safety.
Once you two were far away enough, Touya pulled his hands out of your grasp so he could clutch his knees, worn out from running.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
Although you knew the correct response would be to thank him, you felt like being petty.
“I didn’t need your help. I could’ve handled him.” You replied snarkily, repeating his own words back at him.
Whether or not he knew you were being impudent, Touya rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, you really looked like you had everything under control with the way you were on the ground.”
You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “Whatever, it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with him and it won’t be the last, so don’t think he’ll leave me alone just because you told him to.”
You expected him to scoff again, or make another snarky remark, but he went silent instead, which prompted you to look at him again. He actually stared at you with concern.
“He treats you like that a lot, doesn’t he?” His voice sounded like he had seen this type of behavior before
You nodded solemnly. “Has for a long time.”
Your response caused him to tense up, thinking about all the times he had seen his father treat his mother the same way Goto treated you.
“I’m sorry.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault.”
“I know that!” Touya huffed, “I just feel bad that you have to deal with him everyday and nobody seems to stand up for you”
You sighed. “It’s not that nobody won’t stand up for me, it’s that those who did were threatened or hit by him.”
“That doesn’t mean you should have to be used to it.” Touya replied softly.
You felt your throat tighten and your eyes burn with tears.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”
What happened next was a blur; you collapsed to the ground and broke down crying. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms enveloped you, and a hand was gently patting the top of your head.
From that day on, you and Touya became friends.
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By the time winter rolled around, Touya and his family left.
You were devastated. Despite his brief time in your village, Touya had become your closest friend. You two were practically attached to the hip, hanging out from morning until evening. You already had no friends to begin with thanks to Goto’s influence, and Touya didn’t either since he and his family were treated unkindly by your village for being outsiders.
The best part about being friends with Touya was Goto left you both alone, knowing that if he bothered one of you, the other would scare him away, knowing he couldn’t fight the two of you (he didn’t forget what happened to him last time and still resented you for giving him a bloody nose).
You revealed your magic to Touya, knowing he wouldn’t judge you, and in return, Touya opened up to you about what his family was like behind closed doors, how his father bribed Rei’s parents into letting him marry her, the way he physically abused Shoto, and neglected his other three kids, including him.
You were understandably horrified but now finally understood why Touya didn’t want you hanging out at his temporary house. He probably wanted to protect you from the monster that was Enji.
Despite your protests, Touya would beg you not to tell anyone else about his father. You didn’t understand why, but looking back, he was most likely afraid of what would happen to him, his siblings, and mother.
You even offered to let him stay with you for the night, but he’d always respectfully decline. Secretly, a selfish part of you wanted to share your room with him, because you had developed a crush on him. Though you both were comfortable enough to hug and hold hands, you wondered what it’d feel like to cuddle him, to listen to his heartbeat while he played with your hair until you both fell asleep.
The day Touya told you he and his family were leaving was the same day you were planning to confess your feelings for him. You never got the chance to because you cried in his arms while he apologized and sobbed with you. You both tried to enjoy your last day together, but it was hard to be happy when you knew you’d never get another moment like this with him ever again.
The next morning, you woke up early so you could say goodbye to Touya before he left. You wanted so badly to tell him how you really felt, but if he didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship and part ways on a bad note, so you hugged him one last time, told him you’d miss him, and watched him leave your village with a broken heart.
You’d never forget the boy with crystals for eyes, who was the best part of your life.
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As time went on, you grew up, and now that Touya was gone, Goto had resumed teasing you, only his insults had changed. He made inappropriate remarks about your maturing body, touched you intimately just to make you uncomfortable, and possessively referred to you as “his girl”, like you were his girlfriend instead of his victim.
One day, he went too far and groped your rear end when you weren’t paying attention. That was your final straw.
You told a teacher, but when confronted, Goto replied that he had accidentally bumped into you. Unfortunately, the teacher believed him, and as soon as you were both alone, he cornered you with his burly arms and threatened you to not snitch on him ever again or he would “do something worse”.
You didn’t know what he meant, but the dark look in his eyes was enough to scare you into submission, so you nodded and promised to keep your mouth shut.
He smirked in satisfaction and called you a good girl. You wanted to throw up and slap him across his smug face.
As soon as he let you go and left, you ran outside until you reached the spot you and Touya first met and had an emotional breakdown.
You wished Touya was here, so he could comfort you while you told him about what Goto did and then kick his ass later. If Touya was still here, Goto would’ve never bothered you in the first place, and you might have been spared from being humiliated and threatened by him.
You hoped he would come back to you someday.
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Ten years passed and you were now a full grown woman in your twenties.
After your parents died of old age, you inherited their house. You had given away most of your childhood belongings to the younger kids and whatever belonged to your parents had been buried with them.
You adjusted to your new life and became a waitress at a tea shop. Although your boss was a strict, middle-aged woman who grated your nerves, she paid you well and the tea shop was a peaceful place to work in, so you stuck around.
You were happy. You liked your job, you liked your pay, and you liked the customers.
Except one.
Even years later as adults, Goto still continued to torment you. However, he would continually ask to bed you, and you always turned him down. Your rejection didn’t dissuade him, and he refused to take your no for an answer. It was like he was hoping that you’d eventually change your mind if he wore you down enough.
To make matters worse, a year after your parents died, some unknown beast made its home in the forest near your village.
It made itself known when it mauled anyone who trespassed onto the area it marked as its territory. At first, everyone thought it was a bear, until a survivor said it wasn’t. Although they didn’t get a clear look at the predator, they claimed it was larger than a bear, and ate its victims. The bears in your forest were herbivores.
To appease the creature, the village leaders offered criminals as sacrifices, and in return, innocents were spared. Nobody knew about the sacrifices, not even you. This was done purposely so the crime rate wouldn’t go down, lest your village lose people to offer as food.
What was most odd about the monster was that it was only active during full moons.
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“For the last time, Imasuji: I’m not interested.”
“Aw, why not, sweetheart?” Goto asked with a fake pout. The audacity of this man.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you were mean to me when we were kids?” You hoped your sarcasm was obvious.
Goto only threw back his head and laughed in response. “Y/n, that was the old me! I’ve changed.”
At least, that’s what he believed. You had seen the way he treated other people, especially the men who were nice to you, and nothing about him changed. He was still the egotistical brat you knew since childhood. The only reason nobody ever called him out for his behavior was because they were either too scared or regarded him as some sort of deity simply because he was the best hunter in the village. He also had a few women who were infatuated with him, and you had to endure the scathing looks they gave you out of jealousy.
You even had other people try to convince you to give Goto a chance, claiming he’d make an excellent husband who’d be able to provide for you (and any future children).
If only they knew what a walking red flag he was.
“Imasuji, either order a cup of tea or leave if you’re just going to waste my time.” You seethed. As much as you wanted to smash a teapot over Goto’s head, none of the fine china belonged to you and therefore, weren't yours to damage.
Goto regarded you with cold eyes and a lecherous smirk, “Your parents never taught you your role as a woman. You need a man to put you in your place.”
Rather than humor Goto by wasting your time arguing with him, you excused yourself behind the shoji. You could really use a hot cup of tea.
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When you were finally allowed home, you walked to your backyard where your vegetation was growing. One of the stalks was drying up, so you looked around, and when you were certain there was no one else around, you whispered a spell incantation and the plant grew rapidly.
Not only did you grow fruits and vegetables, you also grew flowers. The most abundant were your nemophilas. They were a beautiful shade of blue, almost similar to the eyes of-
You shook your head, not wanting to get emotional over your childhood friend. You couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you the way you thought about him.
If only you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve noticed the pair of obsidian eyes watching you from the shadows.
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The smell of brewing tea seemed to overwhelm you as you entered the shop the next morning. You chatted idly with the customers, which helped distract your mind from yesterday’s nostalgic memories, and you were confident your day would go smoothly.
Until a certain blonde walked in and soured your mood.
As usual, he flirted with you, despite how busy you were, but what caught you off guard was when he said:
“Marry me, y/n.”
You had nearly dropped the tray you were carrying. It wasn’t even a question; it was more of demand, as if your feelings didn’t matter to him.
“Why do you want me to marry you? Why should I marry you?” You asked, appalled.
Goto smirked, “Because you’d make a fine wife for me. You wouldn’t even have to work here anymore,” he gestured to the shop surrounding him. “All you’d have to do is stay home, cook, and clean.”
He then leaned forward, leering. “And give me children.”
“W-what?!” You spluttered.
“I prefer sons, but if we have daughters, I’ll teach them to be future wives for their husbands-“
“No.”
Goto went silent, and you could’ve sworn you saw his face twitch before he quickly smiled again, only it didn’t reach his eyes.
“You didn’t even let me finish-“
“You don’t need to, Imasuji.” You snapped. “I don’t want to marry you and I never will, so just drop it already.”
Goto’s grin became more menacing, and he leaned down to make you feel smaller. You hadn’t felt this scared of him since the time he threatened you to stay silent.
“I’d reconsider your answer if I were you, y/n.”
Despite the warning bells going off in your head, you were too prideful to let yourself be intimidated by him.
“Or what?” You challenged.
There was a shattering sound, and you realized he had gripped his cup so hard that the glass broke, tea and blood leaking from his fingers.
“Or you’ll regret it.”
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“I’d regret marrying you rather than staying single for the rest of my life.”
You heard a gasp, and, to your embarrassment, saw that the whole shop had been watching you and Goto. Everyone looked at you like you were the crazy one instead of the creep invading your personal space.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Goto snarled, and then turned around to leave the shop.
Before anyone could berate you for turning him down, you bolted to the shoji and felt yourself having a panic attack after what happened.
You couldn’t breathe, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you had begun to cry. You grabbed one of the zabutons and clutched it for comfort, the soft fabric bringing you back from your hysteria. Finally, you began to calm down, and did breathing exercises, your heartbeat slowing down.
Suddenly, the shoji opened quickly, revealing your agitated boss and making you gasp. She looked down at you with annoyance.
“What are you doing back here? We have customers!” She yelled shrilly, seemingly uncaring of the tear tracks on your face.
You stood up and hastily wiped your uniform, “Sorry, I had a breakdown and needed to be alone.”
Your boss stared at you critically before sighing in irritation. “Fine, you can go home early. Can’t have you crying in the tea.”
You chose to ignore her passive aggressive remark and thanked her for letting you leave. You quickly made your way home, ignoring the curious stares from the other villagers. Luckily, Goto wasn’t one of them. You didn’t think you could handle another panic attack, especially outside for everyone to see.
Once inside your house, you locked your door and closed the curtains to the windows. Although you hadn’t seen Goto since this afternoon at the tea shop, you still felt paranoid that he’d be outside your home.
You retreated to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, figuring a nap would help calm your nerves. Under the safety of your blankets, you fell asleep immediately, hoping you’d feel better when you woke up.
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You were awakened to the sound of fierce knocking at your front door.
Jolting up, you stood from your bed and walked to your window, peaking through the curtains. Outside, were some of the villagers and the leaders, holding torches and rope.
You felt uneasy, especially since it was already nightfall. Had you really slept that long? And why were there so many people at your front door this late?
The knocking became more aggressive, and you knew if you didn’t answer, then your door would be kicked down. Grabbing a red silk robe, you covered yourself since you were still wearing your thin nightgown. Normally, you would’ve changed into more appropriate clothes, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t wait any longer.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You yelled impatiently, hoping the villagers heard your agitation. You unlatched the locks and opened your door ajar, keeping as much space possible between you and your unwanted visitors.
“May I help you?”
“L/n, step outside, please.” One of the leaders said, leaving no room for argument.
“Why?” You asked suspiciously.
“Step. Out. Side. Please.”
Not wanting to cause trouble, you did as told and walked out your door. You stared up at your leader, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.
“L/n, we’ve received word that you might be a witch.”
You did a double take. “I’m sorry, what?”
“We heard from Imasuji that he caught you using magic outside your house.”
The fiend himself appeared from the side of your house, arms crossed and smirking. You had a feeling why he would accuse you of witchcraft.
Unknown to you, he had followed you a few nights ago and saw you whisper the spell incantation to make your plants grow. Your refusal to marry him was the final push for him to decide that if he couldn’t have you, then no one could.
“That's a lie, I’m not a witch.” You responded. Your leader didn’t look convinced, and forced himself, along with and Goto, inside your house for inspection, despite your protests.
At first, they didn’t find anything that looked suspicious, like potions or animal familiars, so you assumed you were safe, until Goto came out of your bedroom.
“I found a spell book!”
You felt your blood turn to ice. It was your family’s spell book that had been passed down for generations. At this point, you knew there was no point in lying because you had been caught.
“Okay, fine, it’s a spell book and yes, I used magic to make my backyard grow faster.” You admitted, “That doesn’t mean I’m an evil witch! I’ve only used my magic for good.”
The crowd began cornering you and you felt multiple hands grabbing you, tying your wrists behind your back. That would explain the rope.
As you were escorted out of the village, everyone cursed and spat at you, saying you deserved to die and that you were going to hell.
You had never felt so betrayed.
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There was a full moon in the sky, giving you some light as you were led out to the forest.
It was bad enough you had a shitty day, now you were having a shitty night.
After walking for a few more minutes, you arrived at a large tree, far away from your village. You wondered if you were going to be hanged because of the rope, but instead, the leaders began tying you to the trunk, binding your arms behind you.
When you asked if you were just going to be left outside all night, you were then told of all the previous criminals before you who had been offered as sacrifices to the beast, and you were horrified.
You vowed that the leaders wouldn’t get away with their sins, but they laughed you off and, as one last act of defiance, you spat in one of their faces.
Now, you had been left alone to die at the claws of some unknown monster.
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The monster himself raised his nose to the sky, smelling fresh blood in the distance. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he took off on all fours.
Ever since he marked the forest as his territory, he couldn’t control his primal instincts and had accidentally killed a few people in his starving frenzy.
Then, one night, he saw a man tied to a tree. The animal in him dominated his humanity and all that was left of the poor soul was a mangled, bloodied corpse.
From then on, during every full moon, he would find someone left out for him to eat and he would be satisfied for the rest of the night. Humans were more filling than animals.
The smell of blood became stronger as he neared his prey, and drool began flying off his muzzle as he ran faster. He growled with excitement.
He couldn’t wait to devour his next victim.
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You pulled at your binds, trying to free yourself, but it was no use. The more you strained, the more the rope dug into your skin, leaving red, painful welts.
You knew there was no point in calling for help. There was no one else around, and all you’d do was attract an animal, or the beast itself.
You hoped it wouldn’t find you, or would ignore you instead of eating you alive. You’d rather stay tied to the tree and die from either starvation, dehydration, or exposure than be mauled to death.
Despite your resolve to stay strong, you felt your eyes begin to water at the shittiness of the situation you were trapped in. Your family secret discovered all because you refused to marry your childhood bully, finding out that the village leaders were murderous sociopaths, and neither of them would be punished, while you were paying the consequences for their actions.
Your head snapped up when you heard the sound of twigs snapping and large footsteps approaching you. The birds in the trees across from you flew away, panicked.
Oh god. It was coming for you.
You finally began to openly sob. Why bother keeping quiet when it knew where you were? You prayed that your death would be quick.
Then, from the trees emerged the creature itself. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your mouth, eyes widening in horror.
It looked like a wolf, but it was bigger than a bear and stood on its hind legs. Its fur was white with gnarled, purple scars underneath its eyes, covering its lower face and neck, all the way down past its collarbone. Its chest, arms, and legs were a patchwork of fur and scars. But the most striking feature was its glowing blue eyes.
Its muzzle formed into a snarl, drool dripping from its sharp teeth. You could see the black, protruding claws from its fingers. You didn’t know which looked worse: the fangs or talons.
It lowered itself on all fours again and began to slowly approach you, as if taunting you. By now, you were loudly weeping, thinking about all the friends you’d never see again. You wanted to live a long life and die peacefully in your sleep from old age, not like this.
The wolf-like beast sniffed you, its nose pressing against your body. You cringed and looked away, feeling like your personal space was being violated. Why was it dragging this out? To antagonize you?
Suddenly, it jolted its head back, as if electrocuted. It stood on its hind legs once more to get a better look at you. Then, its eyes widened in realization.
“Y/n?”
Your eyes flew open in shock and you turned your head to look at the bipedal wolf, jaw dropping. It just spoke to you, and it knew your name. Did it know you? And did you know it?
“How do you know me?” You asked in a shaky voice.
“Y/n, it’s me, Touya.” It replied in a masculine voice.
You felt like all the air left your body at the mention of the familiar name. There was no way this giant apex predator was your beloved childhood friend.
“Stop tormenting me,” you demanded, though your tone sounded more like a plea. “You’re not Touya. Don’t lie to me!”
Its face looked genuinely hurt but it gently grabbed your chin with its thumb and index finger so you were face to face. Despite its large claws, it was careful not to scratch you.
“Look at me, y/n. Look at me and you’ll see.”
Despite your better judgment, you did as told, studying its face. Even with the pointed ears and muzzle, something about it did look familiar.
Then, you stared into its eyes, and memories of a blue-eyed boy whom you fell in love with invaded your mind with flashbacks.
“…Touya?”
The wolf smiled and nodded his head, “Yes.”
“But how?” You asked, “You were human when we met but now you’re…”
Unable to figure out what exactly he was, your voice trailed. Touya, however, didn’t seem offended, and let go of your chin. “Let me get you out of these ropes before I explain everything.”
He circled around the tree and slashed your binds with his claws, never once grazing your skin. With your arms free, you began to rub your sore wrists as Touya entered your field of vision again.
“First off, I’m a lycanthrope, also known as a werewolf.” He explained, “I only take this form during full moons. My entire family are werewolves, too. Lycans are born, not made.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when we were kids?” You asked, feeling somewhat hurt that he kept such a big secret from you.
Touya sighed, “We’re not supposed to tell humans about our kind, or they’d probably try to kill us all.”
There was a few seconds of silence before you threw yourself at Touya, wrapping your arms around his middle while crying into his fur.
“I missed you so much, Touya.”
Touya stiffened, taken aback by the sudden hug, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up so your feet were off the ground. He inhaled your scent, familiar with the pheromones since he first met you.
“I missed you too, y/n. I thought about you everyday after I left.”
You heard a swishing sound behind Touya, and peeked over to see his large white tail wagging. It was cute, knowing he was this happy to see you again.
Touya placed you back on your feet but neither of you pulled away from the embrace. You had to look up at him due to the height difference. It was then you remembered the scars littering his body.
“These scars… how did you get them?” You asked before realizing you may have overstepped a boundary. Luckily, Touya didn’t look angry, only sad.
“When I came of age, I left my family and traveled to find a new home. I ended up in a forest called Sekoto Peak. Another village saw my werewolf form, and lit the forest on fire in an attempt to kill me. I survived, but was left with these burn scars.”
He shuddered as he recalled the heat, how the fire was so hot that it turned blue. Had he not found a creek and jumped in the water, he would’ve been cremated.
You felt tears roll down your face, which Touya wiped away with his thumbs. “Oh, Touya…”
“It’s okay, y/n,” he said gently with a soft smile, “they don’t hurt me anymore. Now, I have a question for you: why were you tied to a tree?”
You were the last person Touya thought would commit a crime. You were feisty, that he knew, but he couldn’t see you doing anything illegal or immoral.
Your face twisted into a scowl as you looked away, “Remember Goto Imasuji? He accused me of witchcraft because I refused to marry him.”
There was silence as Touya processed what you said before his shock was replaced with fury. His fur bristled and he bared his fangs, though you knew his anger wasn’t directed at you.
“He fucking WHAT?!”
You hadn’t seen him this pissed since the time he caught Goto bullying you. Funny how both times were because of him.
“He caught me using magic on my crops, which was stupid on my part, but I thought I was alone.” You confessed, “Goto saw me, told the village leaders, and when they invaded my home, they found my family’s spell book.”
Touya snarled with rage. How dare the leaders leave you to die, all because a man felt entitled to have you? He was going to make them pay, especially Goto.
“I’m going to kill them all.”
You opened your mouth to protest, until you recalled not only how terribly Goto treated you, but the leaders and the entire village.
Your anger began to rise as you remembered how they all betrayed you, and now you hated everyone. If they saw you as an evil witch, then you would become what they feared.
“No, we’re going to kill them all.”
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Back at your village, the residents set your house on fire to “cleanse” their town from your magic. The leaders had gathered around to celebrate your demise. Goto had stolen a few of your clothes for himself when nobody looked.
There was a scream from someone, and everybody ran to the source to see a large, white bipedal wolf sprinting full speed, with you on its back, before coming to a stop.
“She’s alive?” Goto asked in disbelief. You glared down at the blonde man. Your red cloak billowed behind you in the wind, the color matching your hatred.
“Yes, I’m alive, but you won’t be.” You promised darkly, “Before I enact my revenge, I want everyone to know that your leaders have been offering our people as sacrifices to the beast.”
There was a gasp in the crowd, and you continued, “And the only reason I was accused of witchcraft was not because Goto Imasuji cares about the village, but because I refused to marry him.”
Goto snarled and pointed a finger at you. “She lies! Do not believe this monster!”
You narrowed your eyes coldly at the blonde. “No, Imasuji, the real monster is you.”
“Do you have proof of your accusations against us, witch?” One of the leaders asked accusingly, and this time, Touya spoke up.
“Me, for I am the beast they have been offering sacrifices to.”
Everyone gasped in horror, and Goto raised his spear. “The creature stands before us with the witch! Don’t just stand there, kill them!”
Before he could make the first move, you extended your hand and blue flames shot out, engulfing Imasuji. He screamed in pain as the fire consumed him, until he was reduced to a charred corpse.
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“Touya, I know this is asking a lot from you but I need you to remember the fire you were in.”
The werewolf shifted uncomfortably and you sighed. “I know you don’t want to, but in order for me to use my magic, I need to absorb the memories of the fire. Do you trust me?”
Touya went silent, and you feared he was going to say he didn’t, until he finally spoke.
“Yes, I trust you.”
You smiled reassuringly and placed your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and you felt like you were experiencing what he went through:
The heat from the flames, the gorgeous yet deadly blue color, the smell of smoke, the excruciating feeling of your skin burning-
You pulled away with a gasp as you were brought back to the present. Touya looked distressed, his eyes still tightly closed, so you reached up to gently rub his ears. He immediately relaxed and his chest rumbled, like he was purring.
Releasing his ears, you concentrated all your magic and a small blue flame ignited in your palm.
You extinguished it and Touya knelt down so you could climb on his back. You held on to the fur on his nape as he ran through the woods to your village.
They had no idea what they were in for.
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Your village erupted into screams as everyone, including your leaders ran, terrified that they would suffer the same fate. You jumped from Touya’s back and set a blazing ring of fire surrounding your town so no one could escape.
“You know what to do, Touya.”
With a growl, the werewolf sprinted after anyone who was too slow, and whoever wasn’t mauled by him was burned by you.
Eventually, the chaos went silent, and what was left of your village was ash and dead bodies. Touya stood beside you, his white fur covered in blood
A few children came out of their houses, yawning and rubbing their eyes, to see what all the commotion was. When they saw the corpses, they began to cry and wail in grief.
You felt you heart break with guilt, and Touya looked remorseful, too. As inhuman as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to harm a child.
Quietly, you whispered a fatigue spell, and watched with relief as all the kids lay down to sleep for the final time. At least they would pass peacefully and not have to live the rest of their lives as orphans.
With no one left alive, you summoned a weather incantation and thunder rumbled in the sky as a steady downpour extinguished the fire.
Climbing on Touya’s back again, you both headed back to the forest.
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Touya came to a stop at the tree where you were tied and you jumped off, hugging him again, “Thank you for helping me, Touya.”
“Of course,” he replied, hugging you back, “You deserved justice.”
You knew eventually you and Touya would have to depart again, so you did what you should’ve done years ago.
“Touya, there’s something I have to tell you.”
You felt him tense up before he asked, “Is it good or bad?”
You laughed quietly, “Depends on how you react.”
“Alright, what is it?”
You looked up at him, still keeping your arms wrapped around his waist. “When we were kids, I developed feelings for you. I wanted to tell you, but then you and your family moved away, so I never got the chance to.”
Touya didn’t say anything, and you expected him to pull away from the hug and tell you he didn’t feel the same way. Instead, he looked down at you with wide eyes.
“You… you liked me?”
You smiled and shook your head. “No, Touya, I loved you.”
There was a familiar swishing sound, and you looked behind Touya to see his tail wagging again. “I’m glad you told me because I felt the same way about you, too, y/n.”
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest from happiness. “You loved me, too?”
Touya smiled and reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Knew I did the moment I saw you kick Imasuji in the crotch.”
You let out a watery laugh as your eyes brimmed with happy tears. Standing on your toes, you pressed your lips against his muzzle, catching him by surprise. In return, he leaned down and affectionately licked your cheek, making you giggle.
He pulled back to look at you tenderly, and you felt you core begin to heat up, making you rub your thighs together. “Touya, make love to me.”
Touya raised his eyebrows, “Right here? Right now?”
You nodded, unable to wait any longer. “Yes, I want you, Touya, in every way possible. Please, touch me.”
Upon hearing your plea, something primal awakened in Touya. Not the urge to hunt, but the urge to claim. He gently tilted your head back and lowered himself to lick your neck. You ran your fingers through the fur on his nape in encouragement, and he lightly nipped at your throat with his teeth. He slowly removed your robe and nightgown, letting the garments fall to the ground around your ankles.
When he finally pulled away, your eyes were hazed with want, and you looked even more beautiful to him. He suddenly became self conscious about his appearance, worried that the scars would turn you off, so he spun you around until you were facing the tree.
You looked back over your shoulder to see him get down on his knees, hooking his claws in the waistband of your panties to pull them down. You gasped when his cold, wet nose nudged against your clit. Bracing your arms against the tree, you arched your back.
You heard Touya growl in satisfaction and he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, revealing your pretty pussy to him. Unable to wait any longer, his tongue licked up and down your slit.
You moaned and rested your forehead against the trunk, grinding your hips against Touya’s face from behind. He moved his hands up from the back of your thighs to cup your buttocks, massaging the supple flesh in his palms. He hummed at the taste of your fluids, the vibrations stimulating your inner walls.
Touya felt his cock harden and stick up, leaking precum. Slowly, he pulled away from your folds, a trail of his saliva and your cum connecting to his tongue. You were about to whine about the loss of contact, until you felt him lightly bite your ass cheek, making you yelp. Touya chuckled with your glute still between his teeth, before he let go and licked the bite mark he left. He trailed his tongue up your back as he began to stand up.
He stood to his full height, hands gripping your waist as he pressed his tip into your opening. You whined and he stilled, his mushroom head halfway in.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, y/n.”
You looked up at him from over your shoulder and grinded your ass against his length. “Please, Touya, I want you inside of me. Make me yours.”
That was all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed himself in you, grunting in pleasure at how tight you felt around him. Your mouth dropped open in a loud moan, feeling so stuffed and full. His girth filled your walls, and the long length touched a certain spot inside that made you see stars.
Touya paused, waiting for you to get adjusted to his size before he began to slowly thrust himself in and out. Your feet were dangling off the ground as his large hands encircled your hips. You stretched your arms above your head, nails scratching the bark.
Despite his large size, Touya was careful not to hurt you. Even though his animalistic side wanted to dominate you, he knew you were still human. Your submission was enough to satisfy his inner wolf.
A particular hard thrust caused you to throw your head back and moan, exposing the side of your neck. Unable to control his primal urges, Touya’s fangs elongated and he bit down on the soft flesh. Your eyes rolled upwards at the mix of pleasure and pain.
Touya pulled away, licking the bite mark he left on your neck, then suddenly maneuvered you so you were leaning back against him, his arms under your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as he fucked you in a standing full-nelson.
Sliding his arms up further until the backs of your thighs were resting off his inner elbows, Touya’s hands crept up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. The sensitivity made you mewl, grasping the fur on his neck. You felt like something inside you was going to burst, and you knew you were close.
“T-Touya, I’m-“
You didn’t need to finish your sentence, because Touya brought his long tail around and rubbed your clit with the tip, making you scream in ecstasy as you and Touya both reached your climax together.
Once you both came down from your high, Touya gently lowered you so your feet were touching the ground again but kept his arms wrapped around you, knowing you were too jelly-legged to stand. He then sat down on the grass, pulling you with him so you could sit in his lap.
You snuggled your face into his furry chest, sighing contentedly. Although the night air was chilly, his pelt kept you warm. Something was still gnawing at your mind, so you looked up at your beloved.
“Touya, why didn’t you let me look at you?”
You saw Touya’s jaw tighten, and you worried you may have ruined the mood, but his hand reached up to stroke your hair, tucking a few damp strands behind your ear.
“I thought my scars would make you change your mind about me.”
There was a vulnerability to his voice that ached your heart, and you sat up to straddle him so you both were face to face.
“Touya, your scars don’t disgust me at all. I love all of you, and I hope you can learn to love yourself the way I do.”
Tears began to well up in Touya’s eyes. For years, he wanted his family, especially his father, to look at him, only to be denied that wish. Yet, here you were, looking at all of him with the love and adoration he longed for since he was a child.
You kissed his forehead and gently pushed him down so you were on top of him while he lay beneath you, looking even more ethereal as he stared up at you. You began to grind your pussy against his hard-on.
“Let me make you feel beautiful, Touya.”
Slowly, you sheathed yourself onto his cock. Touya threw back his head and gritted his teeth, hands coming up to grasp your thighs. Once he was fully inside of you again, you began to slowly bounce on his length.
You heard Touya mutter curse words, knowing he felt just as good as you did. He thrusted upwards into you, matching your pace. When he opened his eyes, he saw your breasts bouncing and pulled you down closer so he could lick one of your nipples, making you whimper. His hands traveled down to cup your buttocks in his palms, claws ever so slightly digging into the plush skin. You yelped in surprise when he spanked your ass before massaging the mounds afterwards.
You felt your second orgasm approaching and rubbed your clit against Touya’s pelvis for friction. He pulled you down into a tight embrace, your face buried into his chest as he gave one final thrust, making you both cum at the same time.
Exhausted, you collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands ran up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You would’ve fallen asleep in his arms until he asked you:
“Would you like to live with me?”
You perked your head from his chest, staring at him unbelievingly with wide eyes. “Live with you?”
Touya removed one of his hands from your waist so he could scratch the back of his neck, feeling shy. “I don’t have much of a place to live but I could take care of you. I know how to hunt and-“
He was cut off when you kissed his nose, “Of course I want to live with you, I’d love that more than anything.”
You heard Touya’s tail thump against the ground as he wagged it, and he licked your cheek, making you giggle at the sudden affection. He helped you stand and put on your nightgown and robe for you, before getting down on all fours, allowing you to climb on his back.
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Touya ran past the forest until he reached a hot spring waterfall and leapt to the other side, soaking you both wet. You climbed off his back and saw a rocky wall. Just as you were about to ask, Touya moved a large rock covering a hole that led to a cave on the inside.
You stepped in while Touya followed and closed the gap. At first, all you saw was darkness, but then the ceiling and walls began to glow with blue lights. Your jaw dropped in amazement and Touya chuckled.
“Those are glow worms. They’re bioluminescent, which is how they’re able to make their own light.”
He then grabbed your hand and led you down the rest of the cave while you admired the glowing larvae that resembled stars.
You suddenly recalled a fond memory of the time Touya told you about his fascination with the stars, and you’d both lay out at night to stare at the sky while he pointed at every constellation.
You were snapped out of your reminiscing when Touya softly called your name, and you saw his den. One side had a pile of fur and pelts, which you guessed he slept in, and on the other side was another hot spring surrounded by a pool of water. At the end was a keyhole that filtered water from the other side. Thankfully, it was small enough that you knew neither man nor animal would be able to swim through, giving you and Touya privacy.
Although caves were usually cold, the steam from the hot springs kept the air warm, so you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about winter.
You made your way over to his fur pile and sat down, feeling the soft pelts between your fingers. Touya sat down with you, looking shy.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” you replied dreamily, “and I can’t believe I’m going to live here with you.”
Touya sighed in relief and pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hugged him back and giggled when he licked your cheek again.
“I’m happy you’re here with me. I was lonely for so long.” Touya admitted. You kissed his nose and rested your forehead against his.
“You’ll never be lonely again, Touya. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Touya’s tail wagged and he pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a serious expression. “Y/n, will you be my mate?”
You blinked in surprise, and Touya worried he may have rushed things, until you straddled his lap, smiling at him.
“Yes, Touya, I will be your mate.”
You watched as Touya’s pupils dilated and he leaned down again to lick your neck. You tilted your head back in submission, and he began to remove your garments again. He gently pushed you down onto the furs once you were naked and hovered above you.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
Placing your legs over his shoulders, Touya slowly entered inside you again, and you arched your back off the pelts, moaning as he filled you. He grabbed your wrists, holding your arms above your head as he began to thrust in and out.
This was different from the first time he took you. This felt more intimate now that he was allowing you to look at him.
Touya lowered his head to lick your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure. His pace sped up, the sound of his cock hitting your wet pussy drowned out by his grunts and your moans that echoed all around the cave.
Sensing that you were close, Touya brought his free hand down to rub your clit with his paw pad, your vision going white as you came all over his fingers and cock. Touya’s chest rumbled as he spilled his seed inside you and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.
Slowly, he pulled out and picked you up in his arms, carrying you to the hot spring pool to clean yourselves. The water was warm, and you leaned against Touya as he washed you down with a sponge.
When you both were cleansed, he carried you back to the fur pile and laid down, resting you on top of his chest. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Touya spoke again.
“The sun is coming up, I’m shifting back into my human form.”
You lifted your head and watched as the fur on his body receded, though the scars remained. His ears shrunk to normal size, his muzzle shrinking inwards to form a normal nose and mouth, and lying before you was a human man with familiar white hair and blue eyes.
“Aw, I’m gonna miss your tail wagging.” You teased.
Touya softly laughed and brushed a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “This won’t be the last time you see it.”
You smiled and finally got to kiss his lips before laying your head on his chest. “I’ll have the rest of my life to see you in both forms.”
Touya kissed the top of your head. “Forever.”
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I hate........how sexualizing teenage superheroes is the norm in the superheroes fandom at large.Forgive me for traumadumping ig but i have really strong feelings on this as an autistic adult with a special interest in superheroes at large themselves and itself as a genre
My first hero spin was Big Hero 6.By the time it came out,i was 13 so i was allowed internet access no problem and naturally i went looking all over for content of literally everything about it but my favorite character was Hiro so he was what i searched for the most and he was LUDICRIOUSLY objectified and fetishized for his wasian heritage and when the series came out,he got an official love interest named Karmi who's 16 to his 14 and she got tons of hate from Hiro x Gogo and Hiro x Honey shippers despite them not only being college aged to his again,FOURTEEN years but we got explicit ages for them in season 2 when the Nerd Gang minus him gratuated from SFIT so they're canonically TWENTY ONE(i feel it's an important sidenote that Karmi's brownskin with a hooked nose and her VA is indonesian/chinese mixed so her heritage is obvious and as to how it contributed to her reception vs easian Gogo and blonde light-eyed Honey)
My second one was Bnha and there's been tons of discussion about the base's problem with the UA students and Himiko and i thank everyone who's posted about it deeply but my specific one is that my otp of the series was and will always be Shouto and Momo aka Todomomo even if i'm not nearly as into Bnha as i used to be because they were the first ship i actively made content for and it lasted years and that combined with me headcanoning them as bi4bi,t4t and autistic4autistic helped my egg crack and realize my own autism big time so their relathionship eternally has a big place in my heart
This means i've witnessed grown ass people saying Shouto almost touched Momo's boobs in that cap where he stopped her during their Aizawa fight(and his hand didn't even land on her chest)as a running thing and same for him acting as a macho man who rules over her body so she can't wear what she wants or exist near other men,including BAKUGOU who Momo HATES IN-TEXT,or have conflict with him because he'll just 'put her in her place as his woman' and Momo who's thee 'silk hiding steel' character and has adultification trauma that triggers her anxiety as the plot of the Todomomo starter 'Yaoyorozu Rising' with Shouto helping her with words of affirmation,healthy communication and good boundries on both sides that became the foundation of their dynamic throught the whole franchise,manga and extras,is reduced down the 'the class mom to Iida's class dad' as if she's ever even looked in his general direction and when she's rightfully earned her place as Shouto's best friend alongside Izuku himself and that is INSANELY imppressive taking into account her limited screentime.All i wanted was them being goth bf x pastel gf and getting to heal their inner child together and what i got was a nsfw Todomomo week on twitter and a certain artist drawing Momo/Dabi as an 'April Fool's' joke MULTIPLE YEARS in a row because he's also a Todoroki so it's also Todomomo lololol and i also did her with Natsuo and Fuyumi,i'm so funny!The only good thing to come out of that i started spite headcanoning Momo and Dabi as found siblings and platonic soulmates and realized i was actually on point
Then i watched Batman:Under The Red Hood when i was 19 and Jason became a character i selfship with romantically so i did the logical thing and started reading comics,starting with his.Did you know it's canon that while he dosen't exactly hunt them down specifically,he hates pedophiles and incesters so he once targeted a teacher because he was csa'ing one of his student's and expressed disgust at the thought of kissing any of his brothers based off them being brothers?You wouldn't know either of these things off fanon alone,you'd think he was creepy older guy who seeks out younger people on purpose when he dosen't seek anybody out period and that's his canon relathionships coping mechanism and it's also canon he couldn't talk to girls and pushed a guy off a roof for running a sex ring as Robin.As ROBIN,a fucking 11-15 year old Jason had that much of a moral backbone and willingness to take action in it yet everyone thinks he'd date a CHILD,even HIS OWN UNDERAGED SIBLINGS,with taking advantage of them as the appeal
I absolutely loved Into The Spiderverse as an afrolatino like Miles who was a troubled kid like he is too and i thought Gwen was super good too and Peter B's another character i selfship with romantically so naturally i was hyped for Across and the first thing the fandom did when the trailer dropped?Make a hyperpopular meme where that sweet,soft,wholesome scene where Gwen gets cheeky and looks through Miles' sketchbook and sees he's so in love with her he dedicated it's entierty to her just existing as herself into him seeing her as nothing but a sexual object with degrading features she does not have and it was a sick joke on Gwen because the boy she loves just wants her for sex and not even for what she actually looks and that just makes it even worse!!!Then there's the equally pure implied thing they did of her either stealing Hobie's sweaters because he makes her feel safe after her abusive dad kicked her out for being trans or him giving them to her to borrow as affection that ALSO got twisted into Gwen being nothing but a sex object,by people who see Hobie's age interpretation not even as a minor but in his 20s unlike how actual Ghostpunks do!!!!!!!,and don't think i haven't seen the Margo shit calling her 'thicc' and turning the girls into Miles' 'harem'
And the thing that made realize this is that it's always been like this is when i went looking for Teen Titans screenshots,first Starfire and Blackfire for me and my little sister and then ones of the animated Titans in general for my little brother because he did an edit-redraw of our DC self-inserts together using one so i got excited at how good it was and decided to ask for a few more since we have friends who have DC ocs too and we're all doing a canon rewrite fixit with them but the first results were fucking incest softcore porn and TOO DAMN MUCH horny Bbrae fanart.One of the friend's in question is like another brother to me and he's 17 and he thought there was nothing wrong with Jason/The Fenton Siblings because when i said find it triggering just in general,he tried to explain that i was 'making the wrong assumption' because a lot of people age up Danny and Jazz and he'd learned that from older DPDC fans.They literally groomed him and i'm so glad i met him and helped him unlearn that shit before he could get hurt
That's not normal.NONE of that is normal to involve children even if fictional because they're meant to be exactly like REAL kids mentally and physically and you get upset at the real ones for being upset by you doing this to them and even harrass them for it and i've had to directly defend another one of my little sibling's from harrasment from 'fandom elders' because he dared to have an opinion that 'dosen't follow the rules'.I'm sick of this,i can't stand this,this needs to DIE.There's no exaggaration over ten times the adult superheroes than they're are kid ones and you fucking ship them with eachother instead just sticking to the adults for smut.Batman and Robin were seen as a couple in ye olden times by a group of gay people not because Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson harbord secret romantic feelings for eachother since conception or intended to later on but because that specific gay people were irl pedophiles who used being gay as a defense
I don't care if i sound childish or if nobody who this is aimed at cares,i hate all of you for this.I hate you for tarnishing my special interest,i hate you for violating the history of superheroes and the creation of sidekicks and kid heroes as role models and escapism fantasies for real kids,i hate you for beyond disrespecting that superheroes as a WHOLE were created by jewish folks and that Clark Kent,the FIRST superhero,is the protector of all innocents with a deep love for children and gets especially angry when they're hurt and is a fundemental trait he has to have or he's NOT Superman or Clark Kent Kal-El or Superdad,i hate that the sexualization of underaged supers and them being abused as 'romance' by their fucking pseudo-parents is a long running punchline.I hate you with my entire heart and soul and actual comics reading knowledge
#man.man.man.maaaaaaaaan.augh okay i need comfort i'm gonna go look at cute shit and drink soda and maybe make the video i've been wanting to#comics#cp cw#pedophillia tw#children's rights#siblings tag#hiro hamada#gogo tomago#honey lemon#karmi#karmiro#todoroki shouto#momo yaoyorozu#dabi#s'mores siblings#group:freezerburn wonder woman and jason todd#t4t todomomo#jason todd#jaysumm#anti batcest#ghostflower#ghostpunk#flowerbyte#miles morales#gwen stacy#hobie brown#margo kess#teen titans#anti bakugou#summerposting
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Midoriya-sensei
Part: 9 Gains
Because so many people enjoyed the concept of Shoto reading through the kids’ letters, I’ve added a little something on the end for you all ^^
Part 8 | Ao3 | Part 10
'Y'know, when I first got into teaching I thought, "things are going to be different". I was going to be the change I always wanted to see when I was a kid, but no matter what I do, it's always the same shit bringing them down, and I feel powerless to stop it.'
Izuku reached out and spotted Todoroki as she came out of her final squat and returned the barbell. 'Good job. Your form is looking a lot better.'
'Thanks.' She grabbed her bottle of water and took a swig. 'And I get what you mean. It's tough.'
Izuku adjusted the weights—easily lifting the 25kg plates with one hand—while Todoroki got her breath back. Her hair was starting to come loose from its ponytail, while her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. She'd decided to leave her glasses in the car, so when she finally looked at Izuku, it was with slightly squinted eyes, as he positioned himself under the bar.
Feet firm, he squeezed his shoulder blades and lifted the weight, stepping away from the rack, before dropping low into a squat. He checked his form in the mirror in front of him as he straightened up, then repeated the process.
Todoroki positioned herself behind him, although she didn't follow his movements. Instead, she looked contemplative and, after a few reps, she broke the silence. 'What happened then? Another quirkless incident?'
'Ah, no.' Izuku pushed out of his squat. 'It's Hiru.'
She hummed with acknowledgement, but otherwise remained silent as Izuku finished his set with a grunt. Once they'd removed the weights for Todoroki's set—it was a good little workout for the arms, instead of having two separate barbells—and she was ready to begin, Izuku decided to elaborate.
'He overheard a couple of fifth graders saying stuff about how quirkless people are a "weaker breed", so he went up to them and said he disagreed—you know how he's best friends with Nozomi, he can get defensive—but then they turned on him. Nothing physical, it was all verbal, but it shook him up pretty bad. Apparently, this isn't the first time this has happened as well. Hiru has a tendency to correct anyone he thinks is wrong, so I think they've learnt to deliberately say stuff to antagonise him. It's so shitty.'
Izuku had called Hiru's mother during lunch and explained the situation—they'd spoken plenty of times before and got along well—but it was heartbreaking when her response sounded more resigned than shocked. At the time, he'd assured her that he'd do everything he could to resolve the issue at the school—if she could just keep an eye on his well-being at home—but now, he was doubting how much power he really had.
‘It’s gotten… worse recently.’ Todoroki gasped as she completed her last rep, and Izuku helped her place the barbell on the hooks. ‘Thanks.’
‘No problem.’ He bit his lip. ‘What do you mean it’s getting worse?’
She didn’t reply straight away. Instead, she looked around, seemingly for any eavesdroppers. The main con about going to the gym after work was that it was incredibly busy. Izuku tended to prefer the early morning workouts—even though he hated waking up early—but he knew that it was forbidden to even suggest such a thing to Todoroki.
Eventually, she sighed. ‘This is your last set, right? Once you’ve finished, we’ll head somewhere less packed, then I’ll explain.’
Izuku nodded—taking his place on the power rack and lifting the bar—before squatting low. He'd planned on doing high-intensity lower quarter squats to finish, so, after taking a breath, he pushed up until his thighs were not quite parallel with the ground, before dropping down again. His movements were quicker—given that he wasn't doing full squats—but his legs burned, and by the time he finished his last rep, the bar was slipping from his shoulders from the sweat accumulating there.
With a choked growl, he straightened up and returned the weight, noticing that Todoroki wasn't even trying to assist him. Confused, he glanced behind him to find her with her phone pointed at him instead.
'You're a shit spotter.' He commented, breathing heavily. 'Are you filming me?'
She tapped the screen, then seemingly began typing.
'You were squatting twice my bodyweight, I doubt I could've done anything to help—that's what the rack's for… probably.' She shrugged, before pocketing her phone. 'So, I figured I'd film you and send you it, so you can check your form later.'
Izuku narrowed his eyes as he scanned her face—he wasn't sure what he was looking for, so it was mainly for show—then eventually hummed out a "fair enough", and began putting away the weight plates. Todoroki joined him in the process, and after they'd cleaned the barbell down, they strolled through the gym.
Looking around, Izuku poked his head into a side-room, which consisted of numerous floor mats in a row, along with a weights rack and a line of mirrors along the walls. There was one other person in there, but they had headphones in and looked like they were doing cool down stretches. All in all, it was pretty private.
'You want to work those abs?' He turned back to Todoroki, who was looking at her phone with an amused smile. 'Am I interrupting something?'
'No, not at all. Abs is fine.' She typed something else, before following him to the mats. 'Sorry, Shoto just messaged me to say he'd set the smoke alarm off in his office.'
'Oh shit, is he okay?' Izuku looked at her, troubled. 'Does that happen often?'
'It's all good, don't worry about it.' She waved him off, still smiling. 'Just don't tell him I told you, or he'll get embarrassed.'
She seemed insouciant about the whole situation, so Izuku forced himself to do the same as he sat down and tucked his tank top into his shorts. He then set up his own phone with the timer in full view, and turned to Todoroki.
'Okay. We'll start with leg raises for one minute. Sound good?'
'Yes, boss!'
They got into position, and Izuku set the timer going. In truth, he hated ab workouts the most, but if he told his friend that, she'd probably convince him to shorten it. So, he persevered, through both the leg raises and the vertical leg crunches they did afterwards. Only two sets, but Izuku already wanted to die; at his side, Todoroki clearly felt the same.
She collapsed onto the mat and huffed. 'Fucking dreadful.'
'Language, Todoroki-sensei.' Izuku teased, clearing the timer. 'Next up is "mountain climbers". It's like plank, but-'
'Woah there. I heard enough when you said "like plank".' Todoroki gawked at him and raised her hands. 'I might sit this one out, but you go ahead and I’ll explain what I meant earlier.'
Izuku rolled his eyes affectionately, then manoeuvred into a press-up position. Once Todoroki pressed the start button on his phone, he tensed and brought his right knee forward—towards his chest—then back, before repeating the action with his left leg.
He continued alternating legs as his friend let out a big sigh. ‘I’m actually surprised you don’t know, to be honest. You keep up with the news, right?’
‘Mainly hero news.’ He panted. ‘But the big stuff too.’
‘Ah, that makes sense.’ Todoroki hummed. ‘Natsuo is very involved in the political sphere and the little things that major news outlets don’t tend to report, so it was him that initially told me, but a new hate group against HQA has popped up. They call themselves “Speak Out”, and build their audience through “based” takes, arguing that they’re only saying what other people are afraid of saying, but they balance the discriminatory stuff with genuine issues facing Japan, so it’s easier to lure people in… Apparently, they pepper in little things about how people without quirks are at a biological disadvantage—they frame it like it comes from a place of sympathy instead of hate—but Natsuo was saying how it’s slowly getting worse. They also try to use shoddy studies to prove that heteromorphs have genetic disorders that need fixing. That sort of thing.’
Izuku tapped the timer and lowered his stomach to the mat, before pressing his hands against his forehead.
‘What the fuck?’
‘They’re not big enough to have any major influence…’ Todoroki spoke slowly. ‘But we both know that things can escalate. I suspect some parents are watching their videos and it’s influencing their kids, because I’ll be honest with you, our school has had the lowest bullying rates in the prefecture for the past three years; this can’t have come out of nowhere.’
‘It’s never-ending, isn't it?’ Anger bubbled inside him, but partnered with the previous exertion, it manifested as exhaustion, and he just felt drained. ‘How long has this been going on?’
‘They’ve been active for a while, but they’ve gained more traction the past couple of months, according to Natsuo.’ She sounded guilty. ‘I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner. It was wrong to assume that you’d know just because…’
‘No, it’s not your fault.’ Izuku pushed himself up into a sitting position, and smiled sadly as he exhaled through his nose. ‘I need to talk to the board about this, set up some sort of intervention or something. We can’t influence the parents, but we can provide facts and promote a more open mindset.’
‘I’ll be right beside you.’ His friend left no room for argument. ‘Any emails, meetings, phone calls, I’m with you.’
Izuku reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.
‘Thanks, Todoroki-san.’
She smiled in response, patting his hand. He felt so blessed to have such a good person by his side. Growing up with only his mother's support, fighting injustice was almost impossible, but now, things were different. With Todoroki's support, they might be able to do something.
It gave him hope.
‘Hey, I think we’re at that point now where you can call me Fuyumi.’
Izuku's stomach jumped and a blush quickly dusted his already heated cheeks. Suffice to say he had not been prepared for that. He'd never gotten to the point in a friendship where given names were used, so it was almost overwhelming to process. He almost wanted to ask Todoroki if she was sure, but maybe that was insulting.
'Only if you'll call me Izuku.' He smiled warmly, bumping their shoulders. 'You're a good friend, Fuyumi-san. The best I've had.'
'You're not so bad yourself, Izu-kun.' She winked, before her expression relaxed into a more relaxed one. 'What do you want to do now?'
Taking the hint, Izuku got to his feet.
'I think we should call it there and do a cool down.' He answered, bending his left leg forward and stretching the other out behind him to target his calf. 'The only thing that could make me more depressed than hate groups right now is another ten minutes of abs.'
'Oh ditto.' Fuyumi mimicked his position, seemingly considering her next words. 'Let's change the topic to something more lighthearted.'
He hummed.
'What were you thinking?'
When she didn't respond straight away, Izuku glanced out of the corner of his eye as he switched legs, only to find his friend looking at him pointedly; eyebrow raised as if to say, "really?".
'What was the original reason for this little meet-up?' She asked, slowly. 'It certainly wasn't because I wanted to exercise after a nine hour shift, I can tell you that.'
The penny dropped.
'Oooh…' Izuku chuckled nervously. 'Yeah, sure I guess.'
Silence fell between them—excluding the rustling when they switched to stretch their hamstrings—before Izuku realised he was supposed to start talking. 'It was… really nice.'
He smiled to himself as he recalled yesterday's events. However, he must've gotten stuck in his thoughts, because-
'Come on, I usually can't get you to shut up, Mr Mumble!' Fuyumi waved her arm, gesturing to him to continue. 'Tell me more!'
'I resent that nickname.' He stuck his tongue out, but indulged her. 'He booked us lunch together at midday, but he took me for a tour of his agency before that… at my request, but he'd already organised a visitor's pass for me beforehand, which was surprising but sweet! He's so kind, Fuyumi-san.'
'I'm sorry, did you say you got food together?' She practically exclaimed. 'Like a date?'
'Not a date!' Izuku quickly corrected. 'But I'm not gonna lie, it felt a little like one. There was a bouquet on the table and he insisted on paying for everything—and it was not cheap, let me tell you—and I think we really connected, y'know? We did a little back and forth with questions, and before we left, we both confirmed that we do see each other as friends, and he looked so excited and goddamn cute. Fuyumi-san, you were right, I want to marry him.'
He grinned dumbly, turning his head, only to find her eyeing him knowingly; cheeks puffed out and lips pursed into a restrained smile.
Izuku scratched the top of his head. 'Too much?'
Fuyumi's cheeks deflated like a balloon as she laughed, then she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
'No, no! Definitely not too much!' She waved her free hand as they moved to stretch their quads. ‘As long as I can be maid of honour at your wedding.’
‘Stooop!’ He groaned, shaking his head. ‘You’re so mean!’
‘Oh, hush.’ She snorted, before her smile turned gentle. 'For the record, I wasn't laughing at you maliciously. It's just… you were so cute, and you've got this little blush that's not from the exercise, and I’ve never seen you look so happy, except when you’re talking about hero stuff, but even that’s different to this.’
Izuku’s heart beat a little faster.
‘You think so?’
‘Mhm.’ She nodded, then her smile transitioned into a smirk. ‘I also can't believe how much of a dork Shoto was… Actually, no, ignore that, I absolutely can. I bet he got a straw-'
'He got a strawberry milkshake, Fuyumi-san!' Izuku finished with a dramatic whine. 'He had a milk moustache!'
'Of course he did.' She rolled her eyes, sounding disgusted. 'That bastard.'
‘Yeah…’ Izuku sighed, like the sap he was, and finished his leg stretches, before moving on to his arms. ‘It’s a shame he only sees me as a friend.’
Fuyumi looked at him for a moment, squinting more than usual, like she was considering something, before settling for an unamused huff.
‘You’re both hopeless.’
‘That’s rude.’
She giggled in response, which had Izuku shaking his head fondly. Neither pursued the topic though. As much as they were best friends, Izuku couldn’t ask Fuyumi for details about Shoto or his opinion on him; he knew not to cross that invisible social line.
Nevertheless, the silence wasn’t awkward—filled by the energetic gym music, along with the occasional clank of a weight—and by the time they’d finished their cool down and were walking towards the exit, Izuku was starving; he couldn’t wait to have his hitsumabushi and protein shake when he got home.
'You should come around for dinner at some point; meet the rest of the family.' Fuyumi suggested—perhaps she’d subconsciously heard his stomach growling. 'Are you free Thursday?'
Izuku bit his lip, unsure. It wasn't a question of whether he was free—his social life was pretty abysmal, if he were honest—more that he was worried over the idea itself. What if they didn't like him? What if he screwed up somehow? There were so many possibilities and potential things to go wrong; he didn't want to embarrass both his best friend and his crush.
'Are you sure?’ He rubbed the back of his neck. 'I don't want to impose.'
'Well, put it this way: if you don't come to dinner, even though I already told the fam that I'd be asking you, then Shoto will cry.' Fuyumi lightly bumped their shoulders. 'And we don't want that, do we?'
Izuku immediately accepted defeat. While he didn't think the hero would actually cry over something so trivial, he wasn't keen to test it.
'Thursday, it is.'
*****
Shoto took a sip from his teacup, eyes fixed on the paper in his hand. He'd taken it from one of the three piles on his office's slightly singed chabudai: letters to read, ones already read, and actual paperwork.
When Midoriya had messaged him asking if he was at the agency and whether he was busy, he hadn't thought much of it. However, when one of the receptionists had then rung up to say he was in the foyer, Shoto found himself rushing down the stairs to welcome him.
'Oh! Shoto-kun!' Green eyes widened with surprise. 'You're out of breath. I thought you said you weren't busy.'
'I'm not. I just didn't want to keep you waiting.' He replied honestly, watching as Midoriya shuffled on his feet in response. 'Is everything okay?'
'Y-Yeah, all good!' He smiled wobbly, holding Shoto's gaze a second too long before gripping the straps of his backpack a little tighter. 'It's just… I won't keep you, but basically, we had a grammar lesson at school yesterday, where the kids all wrote you letters about what they want to be when they grow up, but then they asked if you were actually going to read them, and I didn't want to dampen their spirits or lie, so I gave a vague-ish answer. But then I was just passing by your agency, and I've got the letters with me, so I thought I'd ask if you wanted to read them. Of course, you can say no, but I just figured… yeah, I'll stop talking now.'
Shoto took a moment to simply admire the blush that slowly formed across Midoriya's cheeks.
'Why were they writing letters to me?'
His friend tilted his head to the side, as if he was shocked Shoto had actually been listening, before laughing nervously. He then brought his two index fingers together and tapped them, thumbs still hooked around his straps.
'They k-kinda found out that you and I are friends whilst in the middle of class, so it was the only way I could get them to settle down effectively.'
'Ah.' That was reasonable. 'Okay, I'll read them.'
Midoriya blinked dumbly.
'You will?' When Shoto nodded, a huge grin lit up his friend's face. 'Aw heck, you're the best! Thank you so much!'
'It's no problem.' He assured, lips twitching. 'I'll sign them too so that they believe you. When do you need them back?'
Midoriya looked like he was going to start vibrating, as he took off his backpack and began searching through it.
'W-Well, I'm coming to your house on Thursday for dinner. I could pick them up then? Or do you need longer?'
'That should be fine.' Shoto watched him pull out a folder designed to look like his own hero costume, and huffed. However, he didn't comment on it when Midoriya handed it over. 'I'm glad you decided to come over for dinner.'
Those freckled cheeks somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red.
'M-Me too.' He scratched his temple awkwardly, before suddenly zipping up his bag. 'Anyway, I should really get going. I promised my mum I'd cook, so I don't want to be too late, but thank you again for doing this, Shoto-kun. I really appreciate it and I'm glad you don't think it's weird.'
'Don't worry about it.' He waved his hand. 'Tell your mother I said hi.'
The smile Midoriya flashed him in response could rival the sun.
Shoto shook his head fondly at the image, biting his bottom lip as he read through the letters. The kanji was a little hard to decipher on some of them—he suddenly had a new-found respect for teachers and their ability to read even the worst handwriting—but that didn’t stop him from clicking his pen and signing the bottom with a little doodle next to his name.
It was honestly refreshing to read through what he could understand. He could tell how enthusiastic the children were, and even the uncertain ones made him smile. He didn’t want to compare it to his own childhood and sour the mood—like he’d tarnished this activity with his past—but it was inevitable. He grew up with one goal beaten into him, and he never did have the option to even think about anything other than heroism.
Shoto wasn’t bitter about the outcome. He wanted to be a hero for his own reasons, not his father’s, and he’d attained that. It was just interesting to see the variation in these letters.
He picked up another, reading the kanji that looked like it said “Nozomi”, and hummed.
“I want to be a hero, just like Shoto-san and Midoriya-sensei.”
Shoto clicked his pen with a smile, then drew a stick figure of a girl in a cape to accompany his name; heroes came in all shapes and sizes, after all.
And if he found himself daydreaming a little too long about his friend when he reread the kanji for “Midoriya”, then that was his secret.
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Match 3 - Fuyumi Todoroki VS Mezo Shoji - Tentacle Hero: Tentacole
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#underrated mha poll#polls#underrated all star poll#fuyumi todoroki#mezo shoji#tentacole
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sooo, todoroki twins au in canonverse where Fuyumi and Touya STILL swap places even when they're adults. Who cares if one is a wanted criminal and the other is a beloved teacher, they're gonna cause chaos on the world no matter what age. The league is wondering why Dabi has a female wig just scattered around the base while Fuyumi is trying her best to explain to Shouto that she isn't going crazy with grief over Touya, she just wanted to try a similar hairstyle and a similar outfit and a very similar shade of blue contacts to the one of her dead twin. Nothing wrong with that at all.
N e ways, Fuyumi who's dressed up as Dabi accidentally being pulled into a fight when another group of villains are causing trouble, making the League confused when their resident fire user is suddenly being an elsa wannabe. All that's missing is the talking reindeer - well, they technically have a talking bird and lizard. Fuyumi panicking when asked by her quirk and her answering that it's a very late quirk awakening, might've been caused by the stress of babysitting the whole league. Dabi swaps back days later and is confused why Toga is asking for snowcones, does Dabi look like a walking freezer to the brat??
On the other side, Dabi is running around as a school teacher when an emergency happens in the school and who else but pro hero Hawks comes to the rescue. Dabi being very upset because the bird is shamelessly flirting with him(he's still dressed as Fuyumi) and contemplating burning the bird whole. He doesn't know if he's more upset about his sister getting flirted on or the fact that apparently Hawks is flirting with other people and Dabi at the same time whenever their bird spy visits the league. He's just pouting his way through the interaction and is relieved when Hawks is finally saying his goodbyes to him and the children. Just before he leaves tho, Hawks leans into his space - Dabi was ready to punch the bird flames and all if he tried making a move when he's pretending to be his sister - but all the hero does is chuckle beside his ear. "Jealousy looks very pretty on you, firefly."
#i fully believe that fuyumi is taller than touya#not by much but enough to tease him on it#todoroki touya#dabi#todoroki fuyumi#todoroki shouto#todoroki siblings#todoroki family#pro hero hawks#takami keigo#dabihawks#dabi x hawks#touya x keigo#league of villains#himiko toga#bnha#mha#imagines
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Can i get headcannons for Shoto having like a little sister who’s like 5 and she’s like a crybaby? Like always crying or like is always teary? Shes also like super scared of Endeavor and is always crying whenever he’s mentioned or whenever he’s shown on tv
Neverending Tears - Shoto Todoroki
A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry it took so long, but I hope at least I met your expectations.
With his mother in the hospital and his dad being a pro hero, for a while Fuyumi and Natsuo had to raise the newest addition to the Todoroki family, Y/N Todoroki.
Shoto helped the best he could, but Endeavor never really gave him the opportunity to be around.
When you were older he was able to be around more.
Moreso, in fact, you stuck to him more than you did your other siblings. You’d sleep in his room, follow him around, and watch him train from time to time.
When your quirk developed and it was half-n-half like his and Endeavor wanted to train you as well, Shoto wouldn’t have any of it.
Your father admitted that what he’d done in the past was wrong and he was going to train you properly, but Shoto wouldn’t let him go near you. He’d seen how Endeavor treated you and he knew how much you feared your father.
The final straw was when Endeavor lost his temper, injuring you greatly. Your tear ducts were damaged, leaving you permanently teary-eyed.
This also led to your mistrust everyone around you, except Shoto.
Anytime anyone tried to approach you, whether you knew them or not, you’d burst out crying.
When Shoto moved into UA’s dorms, you were devastated.
Luckily Nezu understood Shoto’s concern and allowed you to stay on campus with Mirio and Eri.
When 1A first met you, they had asked what it was like being the youngest daughter of the new number 1 hero. But when they said Endeavor’s name, you broke down in tears almost immediately. Shoto picked you up and set you on his hip as you cried into his shoulder.
Once, Aizawa was staying in 1-A’s dorms during his prep hour. He stayed in the common room with you, enjoying your company. He often did this to also keep an eye on you. Once you had gotten to know Aizawa and developed trust within him, you grew comfortable alone with him.
Only him and Shoto could give you eyedrops to help heal your eyes.
But you were sitting beside him on the sofa, coloring in your favorite coloring book while Aizawa graded papers. The news was on in the background.
The homeroom teacher was pulled from his work when he heard you let out a sob beside him, eyes screwed shut.
“Little Todoroki,” he said calmly. “What’s wrong?” When you pointed to the TV, he understood. Your father was on the screen, the reporters going on and on about how good of a pro he was.
This man has understood and caught on to your fear of your father at this point.
Needless to say, he had to call Todoroki out of class to come comfort you.
Although you were almost always crying or teary-eyed, and your fear of your father never went away, Shoto loved you with all of his heart. He worked his hardest to undo what his father had done to you.
You were the reason he wanted to become a great hero, after all.
#comfort#bnha#bnha comfort#x reader#bnha todoroki#shoto todoroki#todoroki shoto#todoroki family#todoroki#todoroki x reader#bnha shoto todoroki#todoroki reader#shoto comfort#todoroki comfort
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❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ Hizashi @ Fuyumi Todoroki!
@the-thread-of-muses
@the-thread-of-muses
She looked down at her ankle, it was bleeding, but not terribly. "It could have been worse, right?" Thankfully, she dodged out of the way of that villain, but not without getting herself hurt. However, she did keep someone else from getting hurt by nudging them out of harms way.
#Me @ Writing Canons: I do my best.#V: The teacher who would just like a good dinner with her family; Fuyumi Todoroki (MHA)#thethreadofmuses
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Call this a nitpick (and it very may well be), but the MHA wiki states that not only did Fuyumi become a teacher because she felt guilty about Shoto's abuse, but that there are moments where she also fears/resents Endeavor.
WHY ARE WE NOT SEEING THIS IN CANON?!
All we see is Fuyumi trying to be peacemaker, her disrespecting Shoto's boundaries by giving Endeavor his contact information, and her putting some of the blame of Touya becoming Dabi on herself.
No. No. No. No. Stop that this instant, Fuyumi. You were a KID. What in the actual FUCK were you, Natsuo, and Shoto supposed to do about that?
Hi @nutzgunray-lvt 👋,
I think Hori fumbled with this, there should be more moments where her resentment is obvious but we rarely see inside her head and Hori doesn't show that when he is.
The becoming a teacher part of Fuyumi, to me read more like her trying to reclaim her lost childhood and be a positive influence on other kids rather than because she felt misplaced guilt about Shoto's abuse (although she definitely did.)
But I do think actually Hori does show the fear stuff well;
Giving out Shoto's contact information despite how Shoto would feel about it. - This is what many fans are rightfully annoyed at her for. Although, I see this as an act of fear on Fuyumi's end, she was afraid of defying her dad when he asked her for that information and the possible rage/shouting/etc.. that could come from that defiance. (This is where Hori could have benefited from putting in a scene of Fuyumi apologising to Shoto for that and explaining that she felt too scared to defy even an 'redeemed' Endeav. Fear of an abuser doesn't just go away because they decided they are good now - Hori.)
Putting some of the blame on herself for Touya. - That reads as (not only misplaced guilt) but also softening the blow for Endeavor because she is fearful of him and how he could blow up / revert if she said "Yeah actually it is all you."
Side note 1 - there is also Rei to think of in regard to that second point. Fuyumi clearly is influenced by her mum and takes after her more than her father so Rei saying that "it is not just on you, it is on all of us," to Endeavour regarding Touya could have influenced Fuyumi's thinking too despite how warped that is.
Side note 2 - when seeing the extreme fallout of abusive behaviour committed by an abuser, victims often think "what could I have done to prevent this?" or "I should have done this differently," Especially when they are caught up in the aftermath like the Todoroki's (bar Endeav) are here. This is an understandable but misplaced thinking here. Neither she nor her brothers or mother could have prevented this outcome.
Endeavor could have.
Endeavor is at fault.
He chose to do this. He made Dabi and no one else is at fault (especially not the Todosibs who were also children in an abusive environment.)
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Headcanons I Have For Some of 1-A
Not all of these are my own and some are very popular/common, but I thought of a lot of them myself too!
Izuku Midoriya
His mum taught him to crochet
His favourite fruit is apples
Before he got One For All he’d try to be a hero by doing cliche good guy things, like helping old people cross the road and getting cats out of trees
Mumbles hero facts in his sleep
Tells his mum about Ochaco all the time
As a child, because he knows his dad’s quirk was breathing fire, he once asked his mother of Endeavour was his dad
Autism and ADHD, heroes are his special interest
Shoto Todoroki
He’s autistic, this is barely a headcanon at this point it may as well be canon
Uses he/him, but doesn’t really care if people use other pronouns
He stimmed a lot as a child but was constantly told off for it until he stopped, now he can barely recognise his own emotions because his stims were different depending on how he felt
He only takes cold showers
When he started talking to them, he would ask Natsuo and Fuyumi to tell him stories about Touya
Katsuki Bakugo
He’s gay
Hard of hearing from his explosions, Class 1-A are trying to learn sign, Present Mic is helping because he’s also hoh from his own quirk
stole some of Izuku’s All Might merch when they were children because he was too embarrassed to ask for any
his favourite colour is pink
he’s genuinely scared of his mother
him and Ochaco have been close friends ever since the Sports Festival, but he won’t admit it
Has really bad ADHD posture
makes tiny explosions as visual stims
One of his ways to distress is by cleaning, but because of his ADHD he struggles to actually clean, so he continues to be stressed
Ochaco Uraraka
Before they moved into dorms, she used to save food from the cafeteria to take home to her parents
Can carry Izuku, Iida and Katsuki. Katsuki swears she’s using her quirk, but she isn’t
She has ADHD, and finds it really hard to think before she speaks, also tending to interrupt people a lot
Her attention span is non-existent, and in middle school she was always scared of telling her teachers she couldn’t focus or hadn’t been listening, but she finds it a lot easier to do that in UA
She plays Animal Crossing New Horizons on Izuku’s Nintendo Switch
Tenya Iida
Autistic as well
Talks really fast most of the time
Dresses up as his brother for Halloween almost every year
He made a group chat for class 1-A for important things but everyone just uses it to send memes that he doesn’t understand
Momo Yaoyorozu
Having her hair up helps her focus like Violet from a Series of Unfortunate Events
She’s autistic as well, and really struggles with social cues, especially flirting
make-up gives her sensory issues
Midnight was the only teacher Momo confided in about her low self esteem. The fact that Midnight believed in her helped her stay motivated when she didn’t believe in herself
She gives the best presents because she can buy expensive things and if she can’t find anything she thinks people will like she just makes them stuff
Tsuyu Asui
Uses she/they pronouns
Has synetshesia, and will randomly tell her classmates that their voice tastes like x, or their name is y colour. For example, Ochaco’s voice tastes like marshmallows and Katsuki’s name is yellow
Also autistic! She does t-rex arms all the time canonically
She likes styling the other 1-A girls hairs
Eijiro Kirishima
Wears eyeliner
made the Bakusquad group chat
He looks up to Mina and Fatgum even more than he looks up to Crimson Riot
He’s banned from the dorm room kitchen by Katsuki
ADHD! Executive Dysfunction has it out for this man and the rest of the class basically keep him alive
Kyouka Jiro
sensory overloads constantly
Bisexual
listens to music to help her sleep
she video calls her parents almost every day in the dorms
Exclusively drinks fizzy drinks
Takes a lot of photos of random things that her classmates do, and makes it into a photo album
Denki Kaminari
Trans masc
Pulls finger guns whenever he compliments anyone
Has a really wide range of music tastes
Tries his very best to keep Mineta in check
He loves just dance
Fumikage Tokoyami
Uses they/them pronouns
Their room is usually a mess. Clothes everywhere.
writes and reads poetry, their favourite is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
Chirps as a stim
Knows morse code. Nobody knows why
Yuga Aoyama
Genderfluid
Attracted to men
Does yoga
Cheese is his comfort food
He’s autistic too. Nobody in this class is nuerotypical, not even their homeroom teacher
Knows how to braid hair
#Izuku midoriya#shoto torodoki#katsuki Bakugo#ochaco uraraka#momo yaoyorozu#tenya iida#tsuyu asui#eijiro kirishima#kyoka jiro#denki kaminari#fumikage tokoyami#yuga aoyama#class 1a#bnha#mha
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