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tteokdoroki · 8 months

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✩࿐ TRACK 04: UNDERSTAND. shoto todoroki (1K)

about. until he met you, shoto todoroki wasn’t really sure what being loved felt like. now that he knows, he’s sure that he wants love with you - for the all his days.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact!, sfw, fluff, happy ending, established relationship, sunday snuggles, proposals, afab!reader, pro hero!todoroki.

things to note. eee i was meant to post shoto’s last saturday but i got rlly busy! i hope you enjoy the double update today, sero later <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

todoroki never knew what love truly felt like.

to be held like tomorrow has not been promised is something he hardly remembers from his childhood — sometimes if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough, he can catch whiffs of his mother’s shampoo and the feeling of her cashmere sweater against his chubby cheeks.

but it’s always fleeting, never fully present. never really telling of what love feels like.

you were the one who taught shoto that love shouldn’t be something that he has to try and grasp for. that it should be unconditional, that it’s an experience that he deserves.

the half and half hero never thought that he would find someone who cares as much for him as you do — even from the very moment you met. you chose to befriend him despite how callous and cold his exterior was at the time. willingly, you spent years chipping away at the cool layer of frost that prickled on the surface of todoroki’s skin like a sculpture working with the perfect block of ice, desperate to see the real him. not the mould his father had carved him out to be.

you did not seek to change todoroki, to shape him into something new — you simply wanted to see the real him, the warmth in him you knew already existed. it just needed a little coaxing out. you’d told him that on night, your hand sifting through soft peppermint swirl hair. moving as if you couldn’t feel shoto’s heavy heterochromatic gaze on you.

“i like you the way you are, not the way you think you ought to be.”

shoto’s heart had flipped at your confession — like it had done so many times over the years. but being raised in a place where love was replaced by fear, he’d no idea that he was slowly, albeit, surely falling in love with you. oftentimes, you would remind shoto that you found his obliviousness to your feelings for him endearing and adorable. your romance was somewhat of a slow burner, melting like a frozen over fireplace during the winter season. where lingering touches were over analysed and where your cheeks burned hot whenever you stared at one another for too long.

reciprocating your feelings had been a learning curve for the half hot, half cold hero but he had learned from his friends that there is a point to trying (if watching kaminari and his endless attempts at bagging his girlfriend from high school to present day wasn’t motivation enough, todoroki isn’t sure what is). after a patrol through the bustling city some years back, early on into his career as a pro — shoto had held your hands close to his chest, warming you up through the sleet and snow and asked.

“maybe we could try, if you let me?”

he’d not expected you to understand his simple words or burst into tears, nor to say yes and leap up to his height for a delicate chaste kiss. “it’s about damn time, shoto.” you’d replied, beaming so bright he was sure to see galaxies.

he had no idea that the one person he would want to be with for all his life was so close to him, nestled between the milestones and the memories. but now that todoroki has you — he can’t see himself spending a single second away from you. and you, the same with him.

today is no different to how it’s always been since dating todoroki. you lie in his sheets, your bare limbs intertwined and your fingers locked as if you’re never going to let go. todoroki, though lost in his thoughts, worries that you might be able to hear the rapid thump of his heart hitting the inside of his rib cage. if you do notice, you ignore it in favour of drawing shapes along the ridge form of shoto’s naked body, listening out for the sound of his breathing.

he’s scared, truth be told. he worries that despite all this time together — being accustomed to one another’s quips and squicks, that you might leave or abandon him. love is freighting, even if it is supposed to be unconditional. “darling,” the man coos gently, brushing a knuckle over the apple of your cheek.

“hmm?” you sound so dreamy and relaxed, curled up with him like this — you don’t have a care in the world, completely unaware that you make up shoto’s entire world. “yes, my love?”

the wisps of a smile catch on the corners of his mouth, dragging them upwards at the sight of you nuzzling into his warm palm. “i have a question to ask,” todoroki lets out a shaky exhale and shifts to sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his side. he watches as you glance up at him through long lashes, worry dancing amongst the flecks in your eyes.

you nod and take his hand to reassure him that you’re listening.

he decides then, that you’re worth the risk.

“this may seem spontaneous,” todoroki starts slowly, making sure to keep his voice even as though not to spook you. as if you’re a deer in the woods and he’s a hunter on the prowl. “i can assure you that it’s not. i’ve thought about this more times than you could count, but first. you’re aware that i love you. right?” the press of your lips against his sensitive collarbones is enough for todoroki to assume that your answer is yes — he appreciates you giving him the space to talk too. “not a moment of my time goes by where i’m not longing for you, even when you’re right here next to me.”

shoto takes a moment to pause, pushing the question he wants to ask around on his tongue — he wonders how to frame it, how you’ll take it but with one look into your gleaming pretty eyes (he should have known you would get teary from his speech), he knows exactly what to say. “you’ve…shown me a lot of things, a love that shouldn’t be granted. a life that i deserved to lead and so,” he grasps at your fingers with his colder hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over your ring finger. “i think it’s about time that i asked you to be mine.”

he wants you, forever and always. for all of his days — if you’ll stay, that is.

drawing your body up so that you can kneel before him, you squeeze todoroki’s hand back and bring it up towards your lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “sho,” you sigh, the words warmly coasting over his cool skin contrastingly. “are you—?”

“i’m asking you to marry me. that’s if you’ll have me, darling.” the hero feels a little shy at how tenderly you treat him, a rose coloured blush blooming on his milky skin at his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

“i’ll have you in every single lifetime,” you say urgently, throwing your arms around todoroki’s broad, shoulders in a tight hug. “i can promise you that.”

like always, you take todoroki’s hand and he lets you lead him down the path — changing his future, soothing his past. because of course, you’re the only one who truly understands.

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shotorozu · 1 year

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HEYYYY i really wanna see a shoto x reader with the HMM HOW DO I SAY THIS the started dating them to see if he could make them fall in love with him/ started dating them as a challenge but ended up falling for them trope WITH A HAPPY ENDING please help 🙏🙏🙏🙏

just a bet

ft. todoroki shouto (bnha)

use of Y/N and L/N, gender neutral reader, quirk’s not specific

bullet form -> full fledged fanfic (basically it’s written in a bullet form but it turns into your standard fanfic format with paragraphs and such)

fluff, angst with happy ending (shouto misinterprets things said)

note(s): i forgor my format so i made a new one 💀 btw i don’t really see shouto dating someone as a bet, but i can’t see any other way to write this request— so i made my own spin and interpretation on it 😁 anaïs from the future here, and i may or may not have gone overboard 😭

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todoroki shouto

as mentioned in the notes section, i don’t see shouto as someone that’d date someone as a challenge— to see if they’d fall in love with him and such, or as a bet.

shouto’s not really invested in his love life when it comes to when he’ll find someone, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take it seriously.

he saw the domino effect his parents’ failed romance had on his family, and refuses to be in an imbalanced relationship— let alone date someone he isn’t dead set on.

so with that being said, a misinterpretation of words is what triggered the current set of events.

kaminari had noticed that the way shouto looked at you couldn’t be friendly, platonic yearning. whether or not shouto thought he was being obvious of not, or if he even realized it— he definitely had feelings for you.

and it was starting to become excruciating to watch for kaminari— to witness a cool, popular and attractive guy, not date this equally cool, popular, and attractive person he likes.

so then, that’s when it started.

scenario (pt. 1)

hook—

“i bet ¥1,200 that you can’t date L/N, todoroki!”

shouto stops in place, giving kaminari a side eye. “i don’t need ¥1,200. i have more than enough in my pocket money.”

line—

kaminari lets out a sigh, forgetting that todoroki’s pockets hurt. but he doesn’t falter one bit. “i meant that, i bet you can’t confess to them, ‘s all. the money was just a bonus.”

and that’s what really catches his attention. “confess to them about what?” he inquires genuinely, like he was trying to recall if he needed to tell you something regarding this.

kaminari’s eyes dart around, like anyone would be around to witness the absurdly. “that you like them? what else??”

shouto thinks for a moment, and it looks as if he’s trying to recall things from a different perspective. “… have i not been clear?”

“to me, yes. to them.. probably? maybe? most likely no.” kaminari says exasperated, hand now coming up to pat his shoulder. shouto feels stiff as a board under the brief contact. “you’re a popular dude, if they realized then you two would’ve been dating for months now!”

“i don’t think confessing right now is necessary. i believe i’m fine with just staying near them. our friendship.. is quite satisfactory.”

—and sinker.

“so you don’t have any courage to confess? does that mean you’ll just let someone else snatch them up?” after the words left his mouth, shouto makes a significantly obvious pause.

kaminari thinks to himself loudly, “hmm.. i wonder who will it be?” he questions, rhetorically. “should i do it? should class 1-B’s ever so cocky monoma do it? they seem to get along swimmingly. or maaaybe—”

“that won’t be a concern.” shouto coldly cuts in. “because i’ll do it.”

kaminari holds back his smile, instead— replacing it with a shocked expression (which isn’t really fabricated becaus he didn’t think he’d actually fold) “really? woah, i didn’t think that’d change your mind so quick.”

“but then wait, what do i get if you lose?”

“hm, what do you get when i lose..” shouto mimics the question— although its not said as one.

“yeah, we are betting on this, right?”

shouto shakes his head. “then it would be an unfair bet.”

“because i’ve planned on confessing and dating them regardless. i will win.”

and he did in fact go on and win the “bet” by a landslide (if you’d even call it one 😭)

he confessed his feelings— pulling you aside one afternoon after class, heart practically hammering in his chest, and stomach fluttering with butterflies.

and you accepted— which made all the anxiety worth it.

he was the ideal boyfriend. not just because he was tall, equipped with stunning and harmonious facial features with equally stunning manners, but it was also because he was just so good to you, and he allowed you to be so good to him too.

he did things he didn’t even have to do, and it all feels comfortably new even months into the relationship— which made you realize that as unbelievable as it sounds, you’re really dating your crush, todoroki shouto.

you felt so sure of yourself when you’re around him.

and that’s why you reacted so harshly when everything that was built up for months seemingly got demolished in minutes.

the two of you were getting warm drinks, when mineta appeared just a few feet away. “you two make me realize that the train tracks look good to lay down on.” he mumbles bitterly.

you laugh, stirring your drink “really now?” kaminari appears shortly after, agreeing. although he doesn’t look as bitter as your shorter classmate.

mineta perks up at that. “yeep. which makes me wonder.. how long are you going to do this for, todoroki? kaminari already lost, y’know?”

todoroki’s eyes widen at the question, “i don’t.. what?”

kaminari turns his head in mineta’s direction, like he said something of great offense, and was about to say more. “mineta, just don’t man.”

“no no, but i’m like, just super curious y’know?” mineta continues, “like, wasn’t it just a bet for you? how did you two get this far?! this is unfair! i didn’t know it would be that easy to get in a relationship!” your grape haired classmate whines, unable to read the sudden atmosphere change.

kaminari gulps, as you set your mug down.

“what does he mean.” you turn to your dual haired boyfriend, you try to steady your breathing to sound nonchalant, but the slight crack in your voice at the start of your sentence betrays you.

shouto opens his mouth, but it just confirmed it for you when he was a second too late to answer.

“you see—” kaminari scrambles to give an excuse, “it was proposed as a bet, but it wasn’t actually a bet, so technically—”

“that sounds like a bet, dude.”

“mineta—”

“it’s not as it sounds. it wasn’t a bet.” shouto answers, “though.. the circumstances should’ve been different.” he admits regretfully, heterochromatic eyes drifting from your face to your feet, noticing how you shift away from him.

and his body runs cold like a quirk malfunction when you grab your mug— fingertips against the now cool porcelain “i.. i just.. no, nevermind, it’s alright. i’m gonna go now, so..”

you know your face and voice will betray you if you stay longer, so you leave.

and shouto stands there, wondering if he should give you space and watch your figure disappear into the dark hallway, or run after you.

he chooses the later.

scenario (pt. 2)

you heave when you finally reach your room, fingers gripping your mug so hard it might just break. your vision’s starting to blur with tears of all the things you’ve been feeling these last few minutes, which is causing you to drop your dorm room’s key and miss the keyhole several times.

when you get the key in, you turn the lock and almost crumble right in when you feel a warm hand placed on your shoulder. you try not to focus on how it’s grip is firm enough to keep you in place, and blazing with familiarity.

he says your name with desperation, and you open your door more and step into your room to create space— the framing of your doorway practically being an invisible barrier.

“no, just no, i can’t,” you say, feeling pathetic when your face started to become wet with tears. you’re still unbelieving that he’d even do this, but the fact that these few months happened under not so standard circumstances was…

“i thought this was— this was something that’d happen out of those stupid teen movies we’d watch, i thought you’d never— i thought—” you hiccup, bringing a hand up to wipe your face with a hand.

he doesn’t say anything, and just breaks the barrier by stepping in and closing the door, setting your mug down on your desk. he then closes even more distance— the space between his brows creasing as he frowns, looking just as upset as you definitely look.

“when did it start? was it before we became close? was it before you asked me out? who else knew? was it all real—”

“it is real!” his voice booms with volume, clearly panicked that the idea of you thinking that his feelings weren’t real was present.

he settles his hands on your shoulders, an attempt to gather your full attention “it’s.. it’s real. if there’s one thing i’d ask you to trust in right now, it’s this. there’s some things i’d like to clarify.”

“please explain,” you practically plead, “i don’t know what to do with this information. i also.. don’t want to break up with you.”

“if you must come to that,” though he looks at you like he prays it won’t come to that. “it must be under the condition that you’ve hurt me instead. not because i’ve caused you hurt.” he lets go of you to sit down on his knees and at your feet.

“shouto, stand up—”

“i.. it’s true that i didn’t confess normally.” he starts off, ignoring your request. “i’ve liked you ever since we’ve became close friends. the moment i realized it, i assumed i was being obvious about my feelings, but kaminari betted that i wouldn’t have the courage to confess and.. someone would get to you first. i took that as a threat.”

you almost laugh at the idea of a jealous shouto, but you don’t— instead, letting out a strangled cough instead. “but i did not date you just because of a bet. i was challenged, but it was never a bet. it wasn’t a bet because there was no chance i’d never confess.”

you sniffle, bending down to be at his level. he reaches up to wipe his thumbs under your eyes— thumbs grazing at your cheekbones. “did you get anything in return? for winning?”

“i got you. that was all i needed.”

“i see..” you lean closer like you were going to whisper him a secret. but instead, you finally touch shouto by circling your arm around him— one arm wrapped around him, and the other flew to entangle your fingers in contrasting locks of hair.

“my drink became cold.” you mumble, rubbing his back when you feel him shake just as you did earlier.

he wraps strong arms around you, returning the affection.

“i’ll warm it up for you.”

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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shoto, who gets absolutely addicted to fucking you

his lovely girlfriend, three years strong and he still felt his heart flutter in his chest when you waved hello or kissed him goodbye. you were his first everything.

you got to see him cum from your hands, your mouth for the first time. the way he panted and how his manicured hands gripped the sheets nearly made you addicted to sucking cock. eyes hazily focusing on you taking him into your throat or laving your tongue on his tip because his nose scrunched so cutely… he was perfect.

you two started slow, oral or handjobs or fingering; but then one day it just simply happened!! cries of “shoto!” and his quiet grunts echoing in your ear, that was the first time.

and then it happened again. and AGAIN! soon enough, your lovely (and used-to-be-innocent) boyfriend had turned into a fiend. blunt tip spearing you in the dead of night or early morning. gasps and the sound of skin on skin as he rubbed your clit with quick circles, “you’re so good for me. love this pussy, love you.”

he liked seeing you fuck yourself back on him, white ring appearing ‘round the base of his cock while you moaned and moaned. maybe even while spooning! feeling you up and sucking bites on your neck as he held you close to hit so deep in you that you could hardly breathe. sometimes he liked missionary, to feel your gummy walls sucking him in and being able to kiss you while he painted you white.

“don’t you think we maybe do it too much,” you wonder? maybe it was unhealthy, maybe it was bad for you.

shoto shrugs and pecks your cheek, “don’t care. i’m addicted, and i don’t want to stop.”

who would?

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sukunoon · 2 years

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꒰ HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU WEAR HIS HOODIE꒱ — midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari x gn!reader

synopsis — he can’t help but be flustered when he sees you wearing his favorite hoodie

cw — no warnings! lemme know if i missed any!

a/n — this is a repost from my other blog <//3

— m. izuku

he had called out your name several times, knocking on your dorm room door awaiting a response from you. after debating with himself for just a moment, he finally decided on opening your door as he became even more worried as to why you weren’t responding. so, with a twist of the handle, your door creaked ever so slightly as it opened. he peaked inside, only to see you leaning on your desk, the small lamp the only source of light within the room as it shone on your face. his eyes widened as his face turned a light shade of pink once he realized you had fallen asleep at your desk, probably studying or doing homework. though his face felt even hotter when he saw what you were wearing—one of his all might hoodies. he shut the door, leaning against it as his wide eyes scanned your figure. with a deep breathe in, and a sigh out, he smiled, just grateful to be with someone as amazing as you.

— b. katsuki

he sees you as you stand near the gates of UA, waiting for him to find you so the both of you could walk home together. and when he does see you, he’s just a bit confused as to what you’re wearing. a little pout forms on his lips as he looks you up and down, the oversized hoodie the only thing he sees. “is that mine?” “yeah, i found it in your locker since i was cold.” he raised an eyebrow as you gave him a little grin, then mumbled something under his breathe. you huffed as you walked away, beginning to take off the hoodie. but as you tried to lift it up, you felt a tug on the bottom hem of the piece of clothing. “i didn’t say take it off.” “well you didn’t say i looked cute in it either.” you turned your head the other way as he sighed. “you’re cute for a dumbass.” he smirked as his lips moved to your cheek, giving you a kiss as his hand slipped down to yours.

— t. shoto

he walked out of the cafeteria for just a few minutes, only to go get something from the classroom he had forgotten, leaving his hoodie with you and the others at the table. he wasn’t expecting it to be gone as soon as he got back to the table. so, as he sat down next to you, he glanced around, looking for the piece of clothing he had set on the table. he had looked up, confused as he saw uraraka’s finger pointing towards you, and a wide smile on her face. you rubbed the back of your neck as he looked over at you. “oh, sorry i got cold, i’m sure you want it back.” “well if you’re cold, you need to warm up somehow.” he mumbled as he slurped on his soba noodles he had gotten for lunch, not seeming to mind you keeping his hoodie. “you look comfy.” his small smile and genuine tone making you smile as everyone else at the table giggled.

— k. eijirou

he sat on the couch in the commons area of the dorms, chatting with his classmates about who knows what. out of the corner of his eyes, he only saw a glimpse of you walking his way, and so, he made room for you next to him where he sat. he grinned as you got closer, taking himself away from the conversation in front of him. “hey beautiful-” he paused, his eyes following you as you sat down next to him. “is that mine?” he blinked as he spoke, pointing at the hoodie you wore. he bit the inner side of his lip, trying not to give you the most lovestruck smile ever as you nodded, though he couldn’t hold back that derpy, lovestruck smile as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

— k. denki

he had been looking for you in your room, but as you were nowhere to be seen, he tried elsewhere. and when he found you on the couch in the commons area of the dorms, he almost passed out then and there. you were just scrolling on your phone, curled up on the corner of the couch with a yellow hoodie on—his hoodie. his eyes were wide as he dived behind the couch, his eyes peaking over it to make sure he saw what he saw right. and he did. “denki…what are you doing?” you spoke, making him duck his head down behind the couch once more. “that’s my hoodie!” his voice sounded almost as a mumble as he spoke, still behind the couch. “yeah? you left it in class so i took it.” his eyes slowly appeared once more, this time his face was covered in a light shade of pink. “do you want it back?” “nonononono!” he suddenly stood up as you tried to contain your giggles. “you look cute in it so keep it!” his hands instantly covered his mouth as you just couldn’t contain your laughter anymore.

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shotosjupiter · 2 years

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ONLY FRIENDS — S. TODOROKI

synopsis: shoto's always yearned for your love. with the entrance of tenya iida's presence in your life, it might just give shoto the push to finally confess to you.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: university! au, gn! reader, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, shoto and reader are both idiots, lots of intense pining, cliche as hell, cursing, a little ooc shoto?, and yeah i can't think of anything else lmk if i'm missing anything!

— playlist here.

SHOTO’S back absolutely ached. He had been hunched over the table in the library for the past two hours trying to process the organic chemistry that laid in front of him like hieroglyphics. Beside him, you were twirling your pen fervently, as you took in the equation in front of you. The exam for your organic chemistry class was only two days away and neither of you had managed to study enough to scrape a passing grade for the test.

His head hurt as he stared at the problem longer, hoping something would click in his head and he would know how to finally solve the problem. He opened his mouth to ask you to explain it to him (seeming as you seemed to know much more than him) when you nudged him hard in his side. Shoto let out an “Oof!” only for you to shush him in response and say, “Look! It’s Iida, he would know what to do, let’s go ask him.”

Shoto glanced up to see the robotic man himself settle down a few tables down where they were sat. Before him, with no surprise, were also textbooks of organic chemistry and tons of studying material. Shoto glances at your eagerness and shrugged, “You go, don’t feel like talking much right now.” He nodded in Iida’s direction and promptly went back to staring at the compounds on his notebook.

Shrugging, you go sit next to Iida and nudge him shyly, “Iida… could you help me study for organic chemistry? If it’s not too much of a bother of course!” You stammered, feeling nervous instantly as his sharp gaze settles on you.

He smiles kindly and nods, “Of course, Y/N! Classmates should help each other always, I’m glad to be of assistance. What do you need help with?” Iida leaned over, taking a glimpse of your neat notes. You flushed with the proximity of his presence — he was so close you could smell the cologne he was wearing (it smelled heavenly) and your shoulders were practically touching. You stared at his face only to find his staring right back at yours. “Y/N?”

“Oh! I… well, I kind of need help with the entire unit we’ve been learning?” You scratched the back of your neck in awkwardness, “It’s okay if you don’t want to help me; I know it’s a lot and-”

“No! I want to help you, I need to review this whole unit anyways so it’ll help me too!” Iida leaned back in his seat as he lent you a kind smile. You smiled back in response and thanked him in response.

A few tables across, Shoto watched the entire interaction with a cold stare. An odd feeling was settling in his chest as he watched the two of you interact. His heart twisted and turned in emotions as he watched you smile and laugh with Iida.

A book clattering to the floor snapped his attention back to the chemistry right in front of him. He scoffed to himself, some chemistry they have. He picked up the book and once more went back to staring at the carbon compounds and the paragraphs of explanations. He heard you giggle once more, and his head snapped up. Shoto gritted his teeth as he started to pack up his books back into his backpack and settled his headphones over his head in a desperate attempt to drown out the noise that caused his heart to flip.

He had one step out of the library door when he heard his name being called despite the music playing in his ears. You had a concerned look on your face, turned in your seat to look at Shoto. “Where are you going, Sho?” You asked.

Shoto felt his heart thaw at the nickname (his heart was going through some major movement lately) and smiled at you. “Just tired, Y/N, I’m gonna take a nap in my dorm, don’t worry about me. Text me when you’re done studying.”

You nodded with a frown and watched as Shoto walked away with a wave, a hand in his pocket, and his backpack slung haphazardly over his shoulder.

Shoto collapsed onto his bed, a groan escaping his lips. He replays the scene from the library in his head over and over, overanalyzing every word and touch. He squeezes the matted teddy bear lying in his bed in frustration, this wasn’t fair.

Shoto believed he was cursed, truly. Now, he wasn’t one to complain about his life pities, but how does one get this much bad luck in one lifetime? His never-ending crush on you still crept onto his university life, which was deemed rather unfortunate to Shoto; not because you were some bad person, no, but rather you would just never see Shoto in a romantic light.

He had tried, don’t get him wrong, in his high school years he had tried his hardest to change your perspective of him into one that was romantic as subtly as possible — it hadn’t worked. Shoto had simply accepted that he would forever be your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. But that didn’t mean that his feelings for you had taken any pause. Rather, they grew in such an intensity that when he looked at you he felt as if you were simply a creation of the heavens bestowed on the Earth as a gift.

You were- are his first and only love. However, all this didn’t hold much meaning other than it being the current cause of his inner turmoil. Shoto raised the volume of the music blaring through his headphones, wallowing within his self-pity when Yaoyorozu walks in through the door of his dorm room. “Todoroki can I have my notes ba- what’s the matter?”

Yaoyorozu was always one to fret over her friends and Shoto was no exception. It almost seemed like a raincloud was persisting its way onto Shoto’s pathway. He lay there in a starfish position, eyes closed shut and a look of angst across his face. He peeked one eye open to gaze at Yaoyorozu, and sighed.

Silently, he scooted a bit over on his bed to make space for Yaoyorozu to sit next to him as he murmured, “Y/N…Iida…I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Yaoyorozu. I just saw them being close with each other and something about it made me so annoyed and all this just sucks! I hate being in love so much.”

He stared ahead of him for a second, and then slapped his hands over his face, groaning. “I don’t know what to do! Yaoyorozu, what do I do?”

Yaoyorozu stared at the mess of a boy Shoto was, and couldn’t help but laugh internally. It was funny how stoic he seemed to anyone who didn’t know him, and yet before her was someone who was drowning in a heap of emotions he didn’t know what to do with.

“You already know what I’m going to say, I don’t know why you ask every time. You have to confess to them, didn’t I tell you? There’s no other way, your feelings aren’t just going to disappear y’know,”

Shoto opened his mouth to counter her point but she was already on his trail, predicting what he was going to say before it had even left his mouth, “Don’t tell me you can’t. You’re not going to get anywhere like this. Come back to me when you’ve confessed to them. Bring my notes back too while you’re at it.”

Yaoyorozu left as quick as she came, shutting the door to his dorm room quietly leaving Shoto to once again wallow in his thoughts. Should he confess? Or were you already past the stage of looking at him as a potential romantic endeavor? Would he always just be your best friend? Nothing more, nothing less?

Shoto waited by the steps of your dormitory, as the chill slowly seeped into his bones. You came out speeding towards him with your arms open as you enveloped him into a hug. Shoto could feel his heartbeat speed up as he felt your arms wrap around his ribcage and the warmth of your body aligning with his coldness. He slowly reciprocated your hug, gliding his hands to your back to hold you close to him.

You greeted him with the same cheerfulness you always presented to him, as the two of you released the grasp on each other and started walking to your ultimate destination.

Shoto has asked to hang out under the guise of needing company to get more studying supplies and you had agreed if only he bought you some coffee on the way. The real reason Shoto had asked to spend time with you? (Besides the fact that he craved your presence) The words Yaoyorozu had left with him seemed to finally leave a lasting impression on him, and it was all he could think of. Maybe this was his time to confess.

You continued talking about your history professor and his weird antics when you noticed Shoto seemingly zoning out, “Shoto? Sho, hey! Are you-”

“Could we sit down? There’s something I want to talk to you about.” He interjected quietly, his face flushed either from the cold or the upcoming conversation.

Sensing the serious mood, you nodded and led him towards the nearest bench you could find for the two of you. Once seated, you gestured at him to continue with what he wanted to say.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us recently and there’s something really important I want to say concerning us. I think- no I know that I’m-”

A loud ding! sound came from your coat pocket, interrupting Shoto from his long-last admission. Sheepishly, you checked your phone to silence it only for a loud gasp to leave you. You stood quickly from your seat, as you switched your weight from foot to foot. “Sho, I’m really sorry but I promised Tenya that I would help him with his chemistry project and I completely forgot. I promise we’ll continue this conversation later, okay? I promise you.” You left with a quick hug and a wave and went running back in the direction of the dorms before Shoto could even process what has just happened.

The first thing that he processed was not the fact that he has just been abandoned by his best friend but rather the fact that you now referred to Iida as Tenya now. He was Tenya now, huh?

Shoto let out a breath as he pushed his head back against the bench, a hand over his temple to stop the upcoming headache from building. The anxiety in his chest from the prospect of confessing was still flowing throughout his body system, as he tried to take in what just happened. You just…ditched him? How was he meant to confess like this?

The wind blew harshly against his, blowing his bangs in his face as he thought of what Yaoyorozu would tell him now as advice. Try again. Try again and again until you finally confess and get the message across. It’s only fair to yourself.

And so that’s what Shoto decided to do. He would try again. He will try again. He will confess to you.

Except he didn’t. He didn’t confess to you.

He never got the chance to. Every time he invited you to a place, you had to flee to help Iida with something. Any time he managed to find a moment of opportunity with you, Iida managed to pop up somehow. Even now you barely had a slice of time in your calendar for him, your best friend.

Frankly, Shoto was sick of this Iida fellow. For fucks sake forget a confession, he just wanted his best friend back. He had barely seen you for the past two weeks, without the mention or escape of Iida coming up.

His heart thumped horribly with envy. He missed you. He just wanted to hear your voice again. There was a scrapful of texts the two of you had exchanged over the course of two weeks, and it was all Shoto could hold on to. Had you decided that you no longer wanted to be friends with him? That Shoto was not worth sparing even platonic feelings for? That…Iida was better than him?

He felt the sting of tears build up in the backs of his eyes and a small lump grow in his throat as his thoughts built larger and larger. He fiddled with the wire of his earbuds as he walked into the dorm building, shoulders drooped in despair.

Sensing the number of people who had their eyes on him he decided to speed up his pace, desperate to flee any prying eyes. He didn’t cry in front of people.

“Shoto! Shoto, hey-”

He heard you calling out his name, and he tripled his pace from before. This was the one time he didn’t want to encounter you. He couldn’t stand you seeing him crying like this. He couldn’t muster an explanation fast enough.

Slamming the door to his dorm as quickly as possible, Shoto slid down the door to the rough carpet. He hoped you thought he hadn’t heard you and that he wasn’t ignoring you. Hot tears slid down his cheeks as he breathed deep. Maybe avoiding you was the best option right now; not that you made it difficult, you didn’t seem to have much time for him anyways.

The cycle continued like that. Or maybe it had been switched around. At first, it had appeared as if you didn’t have time for him and now it seemed as if Shoto didn’t have time for you. Any possible sight or sound of you led to him fleeing the scene in the quickest fashion possible. He saw you try to reach out to him, calling out his name, knocking on his dorm room, leaving texts, but he left it all unanswered. It was better this way.

Your mere presence made his heart ache like no other. It was a lose-lose situation in his opinion - seeing you made his heart hiccup with hurt and took his breath away and yet not seeing you made his hurt intensify in a manner he couldn’t even begin to process. He ached for you, he missed you how the stars missed the moon after a long day.

He supposed maybe it was too much to ask the world that maybe you missed him just the same.

The atmosphere of the library was peaceful. There was heavy rain washing down the windows, and the sounds of pages being turned a few tables down. Then, just as suddenly, there was the sound of the library door being banged open as you came storming in, looking like a person on a mission.

Upon seeing your determined figure speeding its way towards him, Shoto started rushedly packing his things back in his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and started speed-walking to the exit.

He had almost made it, a foot out the door of the library when he felt a hand grasp the straps of his bag and pull him back. “Why have you been avoiding me?” you asked with a tight grip on his bag in fear that he might run away from you.

Shoto glanced back to see a furious expression across your face, and a few curious faces looking up at the two of you from the library tables. He grasped your hand quickly, dragging you out of the building and taking you to the front steps of the library with the rain still pouring in showers next to the pair of you.

“Listen-”

“Did I do something wrong?”

You both started talking at the same time and stopped. A moment passed as the two of you stared at each other, and then laughter escaped both of you. For a second, just a second, the tension had disappeared and Shoto swore he felt the lightness in his sternum.

He started speaking again as you gestured for him to continue, “I just… I needed space.”

Grimacing at his words, he opened his mouth to continue and then thought better of it. Any more, and he would let loose his confession and all the feelings he left buried within his heart.

A frown indented your face as you implored him to explain more, “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why did you avoid me only? Is there anything I can do?”

Shoto winced at the pure concern on your face. He watched as you continued talking, offering any way you could help him, if he needed anything from you, and then he heard his name.

“Iida said-”

“I don’t care.” He spat out. It was uncontrollable and a horrible feeling but he felt like the envy was consuming him whole. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about what Iida said. All he cared about was you.

“I beg your pardon?”

Shoto felt the sting in the back of his eyes again as he swallowed. Now or never. “I don’t care. I don’t care about him. I didn’t want space from you, all I wanted was to be next to you, but you didn’t seem to want me with you. You…you were always with Iida and I just couldn’t stand it. You look happy with him and I don’t want to be the one blocking that for you.”

He paused for a second, taking in your shocked expression, and forced himself to continue. Cautious hands wrapped around you, as he held your palms in his hands. “But I love you. I love you so much. You’re all I want and I’ve been trying to tell you that for weeks. I know you don’t feel the same but God, I’ve been dying to tell you this and-”

He gets cut off with the press of your lips against his. You pull the collar of his shirt and tug him towards you, your hands straying up to his neck. Shoto gasps against your lips as his hands tentatively wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him till you were chest to chest. He felt your mouth hot against his as he held you close. You cup his face with your hands as you pull away from him as you look at him with adoration in your eyes and your breath ragged.

“You’re an idiot.” Is all that comes out of your mouth.

Shoto stares at you bewildered, eyes widened as he gapes at you. His hands were still wrapped around your waist and were tracing slow circles onto your back. “I’m sorry?” He says, still confused as to what just occurred.

“I love you, you idiot. I was stuck to Iida all this time because I was getting his help to make a plan to confess to you. Here you are talking about blocking my happiness, but you are my happiness. I want you and only you, Sho.”

The slow circles on your back stopped suddenly. Shoto stared at you, looking even more confused than before. “You… love me?” he asked quietly.

You nodded with a smile across your face. There was a moment of silence between the two of you with only the rain as the filled the gaps of things left unsaid. Then, just as quickly, Shoto knelt his face down towards you as he kissed you. Again and again. He left kisses across your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, nose, and the corners of your lips. With each kiss was the muttering of “I love you,” left across your skin.

He lifted a hand to hold your face, only tenderness living inside his body. “Say it again,” he prompted you.

“I love you, Shoto.”

With that, he kissed you. He kissed you with his whole heart’s desire pushed into one kiss. He would never let you go if it came to that, he thought. He would never let such happiness slip from his fingers. Never again.

As the two of you broke apart, Shoto felt you lift his hand up and leave a tender kiss upon his scarred knuckles. He finally felt content, a feeling he had been chasing for such a long time. He gazed at the rain pouring down by the steps and let out a laugh. Maybe he’d even thank Iida for his help. Maybe.

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Shoto. T x Fem. Black Ex Villain Reader

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Rainy Days

Warning(s): Fluff, (hints at suggestive language) adult Shoto

You and Shoto's dating life after you leave your villianous past behind.

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When you wake up, the first thing you see is hetrochromatic eyes already looking at you.

"Good Morning, [Name]."

"G'Mornin," you mutter into a pillow (his intense gaze with no preparation led to you resetting there).

"Your sleep talking is cute every time."

"Ony yud tink tat (Only you'd think that)." You finally turn to meet his eyes, "Want breakfast?"

He nods, "I've been hungry for a while."

You groan as you roll out of the bed, shuffling on some slippers, "Why didn't you wake me up sooner, Sho?"

"You looked peaceful. I could wait," as he got up to follow you, he re-tied his pajama pants.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you yawned, grabbing all the dishes you needed robotically; it was like a seamless routine.

Shoto made himself helpful and helped grab ingredients (which also subtly hinted at what he wanted).

Once everything was set out, he obediently sat at the kitchen island and watched you.

At this point, you'd taught him a little about cooking...but Shoto couldn't be awesome at everything.

After years of teaching him, he'd only managed to master eggs, toast, tea, and cutting vegetables on a good day.

The minute he started your playlist, you sang along like it was your duty as an R&B nerd.

And as he watched you in your element in his kitchen, he felt glad that you were given another chance.

His gaze went down your figure, from your blindingly beautiful smile and plump lips that he could never stop finding attractive no matter how much time passed...

To your hips that swayed with your head to the music; your legs that he loved to hold and have around his—

"Why're you looking at me like that?"

His eyes slid up to meet yours, "I just...I glad that you're with me. I love you."

You didn't know how those three words still managed to fluster you after years.

You smiled, "I love you, too. Wanna try this? See if there's too much seasoning for you?"

Shoto chuckled, "I've been with you long enough to handle some seasoning by now, [Name]."

But he didn't object to being fed, of course he didn't. He loved your soul food no matter what time of day it was.

He was glad that the others weren't here to see this time, sometimes the whole 'you two are a married couple' teasing would get on his nerves.

Let him get spoiled from his Queen in peace.

As he thoughtfully chewed, you kissed his forehead and got back to work.

"Should we go out today?"

"You might want to wear more than just my shirt before we do that."

You rolled your eyes, "Obviously. I hate to see what you'd do if anyone else saw me like this but you."

He stared at you in silence for a long time, you didn't realize he was until you placed the plate in front of him.

Not a twitch.

"Shoto?"

"Hm?" he blinked back to reality. (Oh, there goes gravity.)

"You okay?"

"I was thinking about what I'd do...Probably not the best thing to happen."

You weren't any less confused as he got to eating.

"What does that mean—?”

"—It'd be better if you didn't know."

Well, okay then...

"Besides, it's raining. There's nowhere to go."

Only now did you notice the rain pounding on the window.

"And on your day off, too..."

You felt fingers intertwine with yours before lips brushed against your knuckles.

"That's okay. We don't need to go out for me to enjoy time with you. Last night, for example—"

"—Anyway. We could watch a movie or binge a show."

"If we get to cuddle, deal."

Cuddling was admittedly Shoto's favorite form of physical affection with you.

He loved the way your head fit perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder and head.

He loved the smell of your shampoo while your hair brushed his cheek.

He loved that the curve of your body fit into his, he loved your warmth.

He loved the little whispers of love and affection passing your lips.

He loved the soft neck kisses.

Your nails grazing his back.

He loved your random muttering in English, hearing the slang he understood, the slang he didn't.

He loved the intimacy, he loved how close he could be to you. The pure affection. Something he'd craved for a long time.

He loved the vulnerabilty.

He loved what it represented, the first time the two of you cuddled after a long night of talking.

He loved the trust. The safety.

He loved cuddling with you because you were truly his home.

He needed you.

Absentmindedly, he began to kiss your neck as he went deeper into thought.

More than he realized sometimes.

His friends made him learn what friendship was.

But you taught him what love was like.

"S-Shoto?"

He handn't realized his hands had traveled.

"Yes?"

"What happened to inocently watching the movie?"

He smiled into his shirt, "I never said anything like that...besides, what else is there to do to repay you for the breakfast?"

Ahhh.

Shoto loved rainy days.

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todoroki-waifu · 9 months

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Todoroki x F! Reader

Warnings: Everyone is aged up appropriately! Mentions of alcohol and female reader.

Scenario: Drunk confessions.

Word Count: 773

Genre: Fluff

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"Happy birthday, Mina!" The entire class 1A was gathered at Hagakure's house, throwing a surprise party for the pink hero. It had been so long since everyone gathered together so it was nice seeing everyone at the same time.

However, you were glad that you and Todoroki continued to see each other often even after graduating from UA. It was hard getting everyone to one location due to conflicting schedules.

You always hung out with the half and half hero at least two or three times a week, especially on Fridays and weekends. You both would exchange texts frequently as well.

Todoroki wasn’t the only one you closely connected with after UA, but he was different. You had the biggest crush on your close friend. It was so hard to read him so you could never determine if he returned those feelings.

Ah, if only you knew the truth.

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"You okay, Todoroki-kun?" The half and half hero directs his gaze towards his green haired friend.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was. . .distracted." He sips on his beverage, Midoriya looking towards where Todoroki was focused on. He sees you talking with Tsuyu, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Iida, most likely catching up with the four. He looks back at his friend after hearing him sigh quietly. Todoroki had his cup to his lips becoming distracted again by your laugh.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Midoriya asks, fully aware of his feelings for you.

"No, not yet. I'm not sure how to approach it nor am I sure of her feelings for me." Todoroki lowers his cup, his slightly sad gaze directed downwards.

"I-I'm sure she feels the same! You two are pretty close, huh? She's not really like that with anyone else. Besides, if she wasn't that comfortable with you, she would've said something."

"I suppose."

"But no pressure, Todoroki-kun! C'mon, let's just enjoy and see what everyone else is up to." Midoriya knew how madly in love both of you were with one another.

He had been harboring this secret for quite some time and it has been killing him. He promised both of you to not say a word but it was so awkward being in the middle. He just wanted his two friends to be happy!

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A couple hours have passed by and you were enjoying everyone's company despite it being a little loud. But you didn't mind. It was filled with joy, laughter, and some good music.

You and Todoroki found yourselves in the kitchen, taking a celebratory shot with the birthday girl. Once she finishes her drink, she leaves to find Hagakure and Jirou.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna need a break." Todoroki hears you say and he glances over to you, seeing your face more flushed than usual. You had both your hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. He could also feel his own face increasing in temperature, but it was more due to how cute you looked rather than the alcohol.

Your adorable pout, the blush across your face, and the cute expressions you made in reaction to something made him weak. He diverted his thoughts back to your comment, not wanting to get caught staring.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course! I'm with Todoroki, Shouto, the best person in the whole, wide world and my biggest crush!"

"E-excuse me? Crush?"

"Mhm! I love Todoroki, Shouto! He's the sweetest, kindest, and most handsomest man I know. He's also really smart and an amazing hero. I love watching him fight, but I hate it at the same time because I get really sad when he gets hurt. But he's so cool when he goes whoosh with his right arm and them bop with his other. He's just so.. so perfect!" You giggled to yourself.

"Is he now? Sounds like a good guy."

"He's the greatest! But you can't tell anyone, okay?" You held up a finger on the tip of your nose and lips, trying to enforce how important that your secret stays quiet.

"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me." He chuckles, attempting to control the smile that was trying to stretch across his entire face. He then sees you fanning yourself and immediately grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge. He opens it for you and advises you to take a sip.

Once you were hydrated and the drunken fog was fading, you realized that your thoughts had escaped from your lips. As soon as Todoroki sees a mix of horror and realization in your eyes, he quickly leans close to your ear.

"Don't worry, I heard Todoroki loves you, too.”

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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 2 years

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The Boys Reacting Towards Your Quirk

Paring(s): Izuku Midoryia x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Ejiro Kirishima x reader

Genre: this is more of a "meeting you for the first time", not really fluff but yeah

Warnings: little bit of violence, little bit of swearing, and bit of a lovestruck Kirishima

Next Part

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Your Quirk: Hyena and Fire

With your mother having a hyena quirk and your dad having a fire quirk, you happened to be one of the very few to inherit both of your parents quirks.

With the characteristics of a hyena, including ears, teeth, claws, and tail, and the ability to emit fire from your body (like shouto), you make for a very interesting student at UA.

Though, these quirks don’t come without side effects, as in; cut lips from teeth, having to constantly cut/file down your nails, overheating, burns from emitting certain temperatures of fire, lose of your voice if breathing fire, and sometimes immobility from overworking yourself.

In fact, your hyena quirk also comes with an ability to eat, and that means big meals and many many snacks. But that also means energy to burn and it’s easier to workout.

But guess what?? These boys wouldn’t love you any less.

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Izuku Midoriya

You instantly catch his eyes at the UA entetance exam. With your unique laugh and your ability to slip out of opponents hands, he instantly starts making mental notes for his notebooks.

He’s shocked once he sees your fire as you blaze past him. His green eyes widen at the warm glory as you burn the ground behind you.

After the exam, he finds you holding ice to your face. Water dripping down your arms and your tomato colored face.

“You-You were really good out there!” Midoriya stammers.

You look up at his, eyes flitting over his form before nodding.

“Thank you. You were pretty good too, despite your broken arms,” You look between his bandaged arms.

He was like 1/8th of a mummy, though you wouldn’t tell him that. It’s rude.

“Midoriya,” The green haired boy introduces, “I hope you get into UA!! I-I’d love to see you around more!!”

“Me too, Midoriya. I hope to see you around,” Your flick your ears as a loud voice sounds over the speaker.

A few days after the entrance exam, you’re put into the hero provision course and training starts with Sensei Aizawa.

The girls of glass 1-A take a liking to you quick, with your strong, unladylike (as Mineta says) quirks.

The more you show your quirk and the more you train, the more Midoriya keeps writing his notebook. He’s drawn a little figure of you, arrows pointing to where your hyena quirk shows. He has detailed explanations all over your page.

Midoriya notices, after some weeks, training is noticeably hard for you.

The strong rays of the autumn sun wear you out fast. You overheat quickly. Training on shaky legs, blurry vision, and messy flame practice, Aizawa will let you take breaks in between training sessions.

After noticing this, Midoryia looks out for you. Going up to your guy’s intimidating teacher to tell him you need a break, and fetching you water and ice before going back to work.

Speaking of ice, at the end of the day, class 1-A often finds you laying outside in the shady, grassy part of the training area in a large pile of ice, which is quickly melting due to your heat.

Midoriya usually rushes over and makes sure you’re okay. After that, he sits beside you and talks about your guy’s day as the ice melts away.

After awhile of you and Midoriya’s ever growing friendship and being introduced to Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Asui, you both start to start to take turns walking each other home, talking about both of your days.

Then the dorms come into place, and all of the 1-A class is living together. Which means getting closer to Midoriya, which you would like very much.

That means talking in the common area until curfew and walking each other to each other’s dorms.

The girls, now surrounded by your’s and Midoriya’s clear affection for each other and they tease you both constantly. Making you flustered, which makes your ears go down (making you look even more adorable with your pouty look). And making Midoryia flustered and stammering quite loudly, making you giggle to yourself a little bit.

After a few months of dorm living, you notice Midoriya getting nervous around you, more than he was before, and some weird feelings in your body.

You also notice Midoriya asking you to call him Izuku, and him beginning to become more affectionate and touchy with you.

Like for example, guiding you with his hand after a hard practice, holding onto your clothes or hand when he’s nervous, or even just straight up cuddling you on movie nights.

He even makes meals and snacks for you!!

Which you are extremely grateful for, with your never ending hunger.

Then after a few more months of slightly avoiding whatever feeling is in your body whenever you see Izuku around, Izuku asks to talk, outside preferably so no sneaky ears hear what he’s about to say.

“So I um.... I-I like you a lot!” He starts, “Like a lot! Kinda like... I-I have feelings for you and I kinda wanna be more than friends.. I’m not gonna force you into anything you don’t want to do! I just really wanted to get this off of my chest. It’s okay if you say no and-“

“Izuku,” You stop him.

He looks a little flustered at you saying his first name.

“I uh... I feel the same way. I think??” Your little tail wags behind you. “I always feel kinda weird when I’m around you, but like a good weird, y’know??”

He nods.

“So umm... I guess we feel the same way so-”

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks, cutting you off.

You nod, and before you can say anything Izuku bring you into a lung crushing hug.

He even picks up in said hug!! Which is surprising cause he’s not that much taller than you, maybe by an inch or so.

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Shoto Todoroki

You don’t really catch his eye at first, as Todoroki is only at UA for “business only.” The only reason he knows of your existence because of your friendship with practically every girl in class 1-A, especially Uraraka, who he knows from Midoriya who is slowly forcing him into his little friendgroup (but Todoroki’s not complaining).

When you finally do catch his eye, you're a blazing glory of fire who is.... sprawled out on his ice looking like a very happy hyena girl who grins up at Uraraka who almost slips on his ice from laughing too hard.

Todoroki huffs a bit, going to the boy’s locker room to change.

A few weeks later, some pro-heros visiting UA decided to put class 1-A in a heat test, where the USJ is pumped with hot air. This is a test to see who does well in heat and who can adapt to the conditions.

Along with these conditions, opponents are added to the mix.

You do great at first, but the fighting, sweating, and heat added from your quirk are causing some disadvantages. Which you could have not used in the moment.

You’re on top of a rocky ledge in the arena. Your weak legs shaking as you attempt to see through your blurry, spotty vision. You panic as you feel the edge of the cliff, almost slipping.

“Y/N!!” You hear one of the girls below shout.

You turn.

One of the fake villains takes to your disadvantage, knocking you off your feet, and the cliff.

You catch yourself, digging your claws into the rock. But you already feel your weak arms giving out.

You blink and suddenly you’re falling. You hit something cold and hear an alarm, or bell maybe, ring out. But that’s all before you fall into your spotty vision.

You wake up later on, sun filtering in through the leaves over you. You squint, growling a little.

“L/N’s temperature’s gone down,” A gruff voices speaks from beside you.

Then, you notice the ice cold hand on your forehead.

You almost cry at the feeling. It feels so nice compared to the heat you felt only moments before.

You look to your left, opening your eyes just a little bit more. You see half white, half red hair and a scarred face looking down at you. His eyebrows furrowed as you both make eye contact.

“She’s awake,” Todoroki says looking away.

You slowly sit up, your arms still shaky and you almost slip on the ice underneath you.

You settle against the tree, scrunching your eyes closed as a wave of dizziness overcomes you.

“What happened?” You ask, looking at Sensei Aizawa and Uraraka in front of you.

Uraraka shifts on her feet and fittles with her fingers. She looks between you and Todoroki before looking at Aizawa as he begins to speak.

“You overheated and passed out. Todoroki practically saved your life. You’re lucky where you fell, L/N,” Sensei Aizawa speaks, looking between you and Todoroki at the end of his explanation.

“You’re lucky it was Todoroki who caught you,” Recovery Girl speaks, coming into view. “Any more heat and your body would’ve gone into a shock. I’ve told the school and Aizawa to give you frequent breaks at your recommendation to prevent from this ever happening again.”

You nod.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you’re found with mysterious pre-made ice packs if Sensei Aizawa were taking your class to train out in the hot, autumn afternoon.

Todoroki often came to help you if you got too hot, and sometimes you even found him waiting for you outside of school. Him leaning against the entrance to the school, nonchalantly scrolling through his phone. But his eyes would always look up if he heard your loud laugh.

Along with this, a friendship blossoms between you too. Slowly, like a flower taking it’s time to unravel to it’s full glory.

Everyone else in class seems to notice this new friendship. Watching you two spend more and more time together over the weeks.

Like now. You and Todoroki sitting together outside of class 1-A’s dorms. It had been a hot day today, and as well manageable as the heat could be for other students, it was exhausting for you. So you sat with your forehead resting on the top of your hand, a cold water bottle in your other hand, and an ice cold wash rag resting on the back of your neck. To note, you also sat on Todoroki’s colder side.

“You know,” He started. “I’ve been the one leaving the ice packs. You know, the ones on your desk that are there on the days we go out.”

“I figured,” You nodded, lifting your head up to look up at your companion.

“How??” He questioned.

“Todoroki,” You started. “You’re the only one, out of our entire class, that vouches for my accommodations or makes sure I don’t get too hot while training. And if you’re done before me, you’re always waiting with a water. And you spread some ice on the ground for me to lay on.”

You listed off, all while looking Todoroki in his face. Your ears has perked up, showing your seriousness.

“I just got to make sure you’re okay, and healthy,” Todoroki said. “I care about you. You’re a good friend to me.”

That’s the first time Todoroki’s every straight up said he cared about you. It surprised you.

It was a few moments of silence before he spoke up again.

“You still hot?”

“A little yeah,” You answered.

The next action of his you could tell was awkward, but you can tell he put some thought into it.

Todoroki wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to be up against his cold side like this. I guess being close with Todoroki had its quirks, literally!

—— ——

Katsuki Bakugo

There’s only been two times you really caught Bakugo’s eyes.

One time was during a false villain attack at the USJ, but the teacher’s hadn’t said anything beforehand. And another is at Christmas, when Bakugo was cooking.

During the villain attack, it had been an ambush. 1-A had been practicing in the USJ. Guards hadn’t been up too high, so it was a shock when false (unbeknownst to all of you) villains took over the building, your teacher and his companions nowhere to be found.

A couple students panicked, but there was only a few of you who jumped right into action. But you were part of the panicking few, finding yourself in a moment of weakness. You were in the false lake with Asui and Uraraka, and a few of the boys. And it’s the high pitched screaming of Aoyama that triggers the fight in your fight-or-flight instincts.

You order Asui to let Uraraka tether to her via tongue, and for Uraraka to carry you up some distance then throw you in the direction of the main land. The ladies do as told, and you’re a burning up astroid to Ayoama’s direction. Once you land, on top of the villain at your convenience, you’re burning up the sides of his face and hitting a pressure point that knocks them out quick.

You order Ayoama to safety as quick as possible, and are off to other jumble of villains, throwing yourself into the heat of battle.

Now this is where Bakugo sees you for the first time, and the beginning of his respect for you.

He’s trapped under a pile of villains, his hands growing sore at his constant blasting, to no avail. And with you in the heat of the battle, he feels your heat as you pick of Bakugo’s villains one by one. And you pick of his last by a pull by the hair and a nice knee to the back of their head, and down they go.

“C’mon, Firecracker,” Those were your first official words spoken towards him since the first day of school together as you hold your hand out towards the blond, who lay in the dirt.

Sweat dots your forehead, and you’re breathing heavily. But it looks like you’re ready to go right back into battle.

Bakugo grumbles as he takes your hand. His eyebrows scrunching and he refuses to look you in the eye.

You send him a wink before you’re off again. And all Bakugo can do is stand there until someone bumps into him, and he’s off in the opposite direction.

And at the end, when all the false villains are taken down. Sensei Aizawa and his companions come in, standing at the top of the stairs into the USJ.

“Well done,” Aizawa praises.

Recovery Girl and a couple helpers come in to collect the false villains as Aizawa and his companions give your group critiques before sending you to the main campus locker rooms to freshen up before your next class.

And it’s Kirishima and Sero that tease Bakugo on the way back about his lord and savior during the heat of the battle. And they’re not exactly quiet about it either. But you pay no mind, walking back with your girls.

And when Christmas comes around, Bakugo’s cooking and serving the meals. Though he’s having to cook as he serves, as people keep coming back for more. And among those people, you, one very hungry hyena.

By now, you’ve served up your second fixing of Bakugo’s Oyakodon, which was delicious by the way. And you’re definitely letting everyone know in the dorm living room that this dish was delicious.

“This is so good, what the hell?!” You raved, your little hyena tail wagging.

Most, if not all, at the dinner table agreed.

“Who knew Firecracker could cook this good?” You poke fun, nudging Kirishima with your elbow.

With the dining table not too far from the kitchen, Bakugo hears all this praise. And to be honest, it only fills his already huge ego. And you only fill it more by coming back for your third bowl of the Oyakodon.

You sit alone at the dining table, eyes shining like a little kid in a candy store and you're tail wagging a million miles an hour with every bite you take.

He never knew a girl could eat so much, and keep coming back for more. And Bakugo finds himself watching you, even while the class helps him clean up at the end of the night.

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Ejiro Kirishima

Honestly, you probably caught his eye right off the bat like Midoriya. He thinks your quirks are so cool. He thinks it's so cool that you can match Bakugo's fire and also probbaly beat Kirishima in a fight. He'd probably have major respect for you if you did, well more than he has already.

Kinda like now.

Class 1-A was doing a mixture of sparing and wrestling for the morning today. Sensei Aizawa had put you all in unusual pairs, which landing you and Kirishima as partners.

You'd started the day off with sparing, took and break, and now you're in the middle of wrestling.

Kirishima was overpowering you at the moment, and he looked pretty proud of himself. Up until you took advantage by tripping his vulnurable leg and flipped you both around. You're on top now, legs on either side of him and you hold him down by his wrists above his head, smoking billowing from your nose.

A bell rang, singnaling the end of your class.

You got up, huffing out a sigh and smiling down at your companion. And he looked at you with a dumb, lovestruck expression. He's absolutely wrapped your sharp claws now.

"C'mon," You held out a hand to the red head. "Let's go get some food."

That's right! It was lunch time now. Some cold water would be nice right now.

He took your hand and you hoisted Kirishima up, almost lifting him off his feet.

Kirishima followed you as you took off towards the dorms to get changed. He barely heard Bakugo call him over as he watched you. To say the red head had a crush on you was a bit of an understatement.

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his-lune · 3 months

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☾ todoroki shouto masterlist ☽

-`♡´- key -`♡´-

angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shot

ᯓ★ magnetic pull [f] [wc: 870]

☾. series

ᯓ★ coming soon...

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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eggsdrawings · 5 months

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movie trio 🍿🎬

#bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #origin trio #todobakudeku #? i suppose #an attempt at me drawing chibis. i still dont know how to do that very well #i imagine they are watchin RoboDestruction 2 or Pretty Unicorn Rainbow. you can decide on which one and who chose it #eggsdrawings

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orochiposting · 2 months

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“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]

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shotorozu · 1 year

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pretend boyfriend

(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)

note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw

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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.

“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”

“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”

what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.

“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”

you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)

but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.

sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.

(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)

but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.

you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.

you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”

they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.

this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”

there’s a beat of silence.

“i’m still expecting a picture.”

your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.

and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.

“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.

shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.

“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”

shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”

“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.

“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.

shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”

“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”

you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”

all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.

but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.

“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”

“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”

“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”

he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”

“yeah..”

“if only there was someone available to help.”

“yeah—”

“someone close to you.”

“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,

you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,

“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.

you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.

“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”

your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.

the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.

besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.

additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.

you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”

before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”

you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.

“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”

oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.

“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.

“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”

“now would be good.”

“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.

getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.

after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.

you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)

you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.

the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.

he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.

“let’s do a retake.”

you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”

“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”

you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.

not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.

“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”

“if i may.”

“of course you may,” you encourage.

“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”

shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.

eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.

the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.

making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.

but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.

although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.

and you two seemed like a couple indeed.

“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.

“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”

your brain buffers, “huh?—”

and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.

you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.

and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”

he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.

“so why… after all this time?”

his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”

he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”

“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.

a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.

though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.

“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”

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fairytsuk1 · 1 year

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meet cute GONE SEXUAL?!: THE SERIES

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hello, this is my series of one-shots ft. the boku no hero academia men in various meet-cute situations and letting it delve into something more — good stuff. (all characters are aged up)

disclaimer— these are works about adults and thus only for adults. if you are a minor then please do not interact with these works, as they are full of kinks, nsfw scenarios, and other inappropriate material.

— ordered by oldest to newest

izuku midoriya (modern!au)

"getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"

tomura shigaraki (college!au)

"getting paired up at a dance class"

shoto todoroki (modern!au)

"moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window"

dabi todoroki (college!au)

"getting summoned to the principal’s office for different things and both waiting for their verdict"

katsuki bakugou (modern!au)

"meeting at a holiday resort, both with friends or family tagging along"

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i-cant-sing · 6 months

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Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

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