#Todoroki Shouto whump

[parsnips-and-meth]

Boiling Over (Part 1)

Hi! This is my first time posting an exclusive tumblr whump piece - I hope you enjoy. This one features some Todoroki whump, BKTD and a little bit of Dadzawa. Includes: Fever, Vomiting, Vertigo.

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He should have listened to Bakugou. 

            Shouto had woken this morning in a feverish haze. Shirt clinging with sweat, ears ringing. He’d nearly fallen and cracked his head open on the desk trying to get out of bed. But he’d put it down to quirk overuse – yesterday had been intensive. It wasn’t unusual for his body to overcompensate… or undercompensate. 

            He’d sat panting on the tatami mats, right hand pressed to the back of his neck. It had been soothing, and after a few minutes, he felt more centred. Certainly not bad enough to miss training. Besides – he was sure his temperature would regulate by lunch. 

            He had been wrong. 

            Bakugou was glaring at him over his mapo tofu. He stabbed around in the sauce for a while as Shouto shivered, yet to even pick up his chopsticks. There was nothing appealing about his soba today. The sight of the noodles sitting slumped and wet like fat, brown earthworms made his stomach churn. 

            “You’re an idiot,” Bakugou hissed, a cube of tofu circling his mouth. Shouto swallowed. “I told you to stay in bed.” 

            Shouto could feel a twisting burning in his chest. He pressed his left hand to his sternum and activated his quirk. 

            “Go back to the dorms,” his boyfriend ordered. “Go back or I’ll fucking kill you.” 

            “There’s only one period left,” Shouto murmured, closing his eyes. The lights in the cafeteria were beginning to coagulate and blur. 

            “I don’t care,” he growled. “You look like shit, Icyhot.” 

            Shouto frowned but didn’t open his eyes. “That’s not very nice. You’re supposed to be nice to me.” 

            “I am nice to you, you stupid fuck.” Bakugou’s calloused hand landed on his cheek, thumb stroking back and forth. “God, Sho, you’re burning.” 

            He opened his eyes and shot Bakugou a soft smile. The blonde just squinted further, clearly not placated. “Just one more period,” Shouto said, “and then I’ll go straight to bed.” 

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He should have listened to Bakugou. 

            He didn’t even remember changing into his gym uniform. But he was wearing it – he could feel every single fibre of it tearing at his skin. The grey expanse of Gym Gamma was so wide, so bright today. 

            Oh god. Not once in his life had he ever felt this awful. 

            He was paired with Kirishima for a round of quirk combat in close quarters, but neither he nor the redhead had moved an inch. Shouto could feel his stomach bloating against his waistband, could feel its contents seething. He snaked his right arm around it, hunching his shoulders and taking deep, shuddering breaths.  

It hurt. 

            The sounds of their classmates around them were building, fights underway. Still, Kirishima waited, watching him nervously. Shouto wondered why he didn’t jump at the opportunity – there was no way Shouto was winning this one. 

“Hey, man.” Kirishima’s voice was quiet, “you wanna sit down? You don’t look so good.” 

“Mm,” Shouto grunted. “I’m okay. Just need a minute.” 

“Dude –” 

He straightened up, pushing his shoulders back. A deep, rippling ache spread up from his stomach to his throat. He could taste acid. “Let’s go,” he said, pushing his right foot forward. 

The fight didn’t last long. His ice was sloppy, arching just past where Kirishima stood, and the other boy skidded round and started barrelling towards his left side. Fire licked its way up Shouto’s arm, but the heat was searing, unbearable – his head throbbed, and his vision narrowed, a rotten, sour taste flooding his gums. He put out the flames as his knees buckled, catching his fall with one hand, and clamping the other over his mouth. He could hear Kirishima shout, but it was indecipherable over the tinnitus. Shouto’s oesophagus burned, stomach cramping and knotting, and he burped, saliva sticking to his palm. 

He felt vile.

“You idiot.” Bakugou was next to him. When had he got here? “You stupid, fucking idiot. You never listen.” Shouto shuddered, and he felt his boyfriend’s hand run up his back, gentle, soothing. “You gonna be sick?” 

He couldn’t answer. He dropped his hand and belched again, rocking forward over the floor. Hot saliva rolled off his tongue and hung from his lips in strings. Bakugou moved his other hand up to cup Shouto’s forehead, pushing his hair back. 

“Yaoyorozu, could you make us a bucket, please?” That was Aizawa. His teacher stood in front of him – Shouto could see the scuffs on his black boots. “The rest of you can wait for me in the changing rooms.” 

Shouto heard lots of whispering and shuffling, and then blessed silence. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe – in, out, in, out. A bucket was put in front of him, along with a flannel and bottle of water. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Yaoyorozu asked, voice trembling. 

He heard Bakugou scoff. “He’s chronically stupid.” 

Shouto lurched forward with a dry retch, forehead hitting the rim of the bucket. He moaned, gulping in another round of air. In, out, in, out. Cool fingers brushed against his skin, followed by a hiss. 

“Christ, kid. That’s a nasty fever.” Aizawa took out his phone. “I’m going to call Recovery Girl. Let her know we’re coming.” 

The nausea was so rampant he could feel it in his eyes. Shouto reached out and grabbed at Bakugou’s knee. “No,” he mumbled, “don’t… can’t move –”

He was cut off with another unproductive gag. He felt like he was choking. Bakugou brushed a hand through his hair, hushing him. “Not yet, Sho. When you’re ready.” 

He sobbed as another cramp ripped through his stomach. “Katsuki.”

“It’s okay, Sho. It’s okay, you’re okay –”

He heaved violently, and this time a slurry of undigested food made it into the bottom of the bucket. Bakugou was holding him steady, mumbling things Shouto couldn’t quite hear, couldn’t quite understand. But the sound of his voice was enough. He burped, bringing up another mouthful of liquid, and then his back was arching as his body tried to wring itself dry. Round after round of vomit, until he had nothing left but spit and dry air.

The stench of the bucket was cloying. Bakugou pulled him back even though he was still gagging, rubbing his back in circles. “I think you’re done, babe. Here, come on. Breathe for me.” 

Shouto hiccupped, leaning back into the blonde’s chest. “I – I don’t feel well.” 

“No shit.” Bakugou used some of the water from the bottle to dampen the washcloth. He tilted Shouto’s head and began wiping away the bile and spit sticking to his chin, the snot under his nose. Aizawa took the bucket to wash out, and Yaoyorozu took his place in front of Shouto, smiling softly. 

“Want to try a bit of water?” she asked, holding out the bottle. Shouto groaned, pulling away from her. The nausea had just barely let up – he wasn’t sure he was ready to swallow anything yet. 

“Hey. Have just a little,” Bakugou said, taking the water from her. He unscrewed the cap and pressed the bottle to Shouto’s lips. “Dehydration is dumb.” 

He felt it wash over his tongue. It tasted acrid and did little to settle his stomach. He pushed the rest away and belched into his fist, shivering. 

“You think you can stand?” Aizawa asked, returning with a clean bucket. After a few measured breaths, Shouto nodded, clinging to the bucket as Bakugou eased him onto his feet. Yaoyorozu moved to stand on his other side, taking some of his weight. His teacher’s gaze was scrutinising, brow furrowed. 

“Let’s go. I want you checked out sooner rather than later.” Aizawa held the door open for them as they left the gymnasium. “But tell me if you need to stop, alright?”

“Mm,” Shouto said, not sure what he was agreeing to. Colours and sounds were starting to melt together. He leaned into Bakugou on his right, eyes searching. “Kats-ki?” 

“I’m here, Sho.” He pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. It was scorching, even on his right side. Bakugou bit his lip and tried to temper his anxiety. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he murmured. “I promise.” 

#Bakugou is a good boyfriend #Todoroki Shouto whump #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bktd #bakutodo #whump #whump fic #sickfic #mha #my hero academia #bnha #caretaker #tw: vomit

[deathmetalmarshmallow]

if you haven’t read the amazing @ravenwingdark’s fic Pyrrhic Victory on ao3 GO READ IT RIGHT NOW! these scenes are all from Chapter 12 (and one from Ch11) of that fic

warnings for: blood & injury (not graphic), disorientation, fainting, bakugo’s filthy mouth, actually everyone’s filthy mouths, and my extremely limited understanding of human proportions :)

thank you RWD for your amazing writing!! I did my best to capture the ✨suspense✨ and also the humor, both of which you do so well! you rock!

#pyrrhic victory #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanart #todoroki shouto whump #it looks rlly blurry idk why but hopefully it will fix it self when I post it??? : #a little birdie told me this fic is going to get an update real soon 👀 #I’m so excitedddd

[mslovepoem]

Painted this like ages ago but never posted or anything coz I was shy and insecure about everything 🥹 no idea how ice looks, it’s messy and could use some rendering but I’m probably never gonna do that hence here I dump 🤲

Todo probably survived this. Don’t mind the pool of blood. He’s chilling

#shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #mha #bnha #mha todoroki #injured Todoroki #oh wait isn’t it… #whumptober #we love whump #light angst #how the fuck do you tag help a girl out #bnha todoroki #todoroki

[ravenwingdark]

haha what if shoto had white hairs in his red hair and endeavor freaks out when he notices them thinking he’s gonna be a repeat of touya but actually it’s from stress and trauma. hahha

#anime whump #bnha #mha writing #mha #todoroki shoto #todoroki whump #todoroki shouto

[youremarvelous]

give up the ghost

fandom: bnha pairing: todobaku rating: m tags: hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, grief/mourning chapter: 1/3 summary: When Shouto is hit with an amplified dreaming quirk, he finds out the hard way that if something seems too good to be true, it’s probably because it is.

preview:

Rain is pouring down in thick gray sheets by the time they reach the site of the landslide. The impact zone is vast, but the area is rural—more forest than development. Earth cascades down the mountain in a thunderous, muddy torrent—dislodging power lines and washing away trees whole.

A handful of heroes scour the mountain face, searching for anybody caught in the runoff. Bakugo has just pulled a woman from her upended car when the earth shifts again. His grip around her holds, but further up the mountain an elementary school groans and collapses into rubble. Giant slabs of plaster and concrete topple together like playing cards, hurtling directly toward them.

Shouto is downhill, building thick walls of ice to protect the road. He’s just reinforced a blockade on the southernmost tip when the ground rumbles threateningly under his feet. He turns his eyes up the cliff to find the newest casualty of the storm and sees Bakugo, struggling to pull a woman out of the trajectory of its impact.

Bakugo can use his quirk to blow the debris away. He’s smart and capable and not in any real danger. But Shouto sprints up the hill, anyway, desperately scanning for a good angle to cast out a barrier of ice to protect him.

When he finally finds one, the soaked earth sighs and gives way under his feet. Boulders tumble past, glancing off his cheeks, his legs. Shouto tries to dodge, but his boots are caked in mud and he can’t find his footing. A fist-sized rock collides with the side of his head, and the resounding crack reverberates through his teeth and down his spine. He wobbles to his knees, his vision throbbing like a heartbeat.

Shouto sends out a wall of ice just as he falls the rest of the way. He sees the ice hold. Then he sees Bakugo whip around and yell out to him—his voice rinsed away by the pounding rain.

Shouto tries to get up, but his body is washed up on a distant shore. The tide tugs at him, needy and dark. Shouto closes his eyes and lets it take him.

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#bnha #todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki #whump #tdbk #bktd #my writing #my fic

[bioplast-hero]

Cracks let the light in

20k • explicit • tdbkdk

He... doesn’t want to have sex. He’s never wanted it— well, maybe not never, but in the ballpark of never and that’s good enough for Shouto to decide the matter is settled. Besides, what’s the use in wanting what he knows he can’t have? Pain, Shouto can deal with. And when it’s over, his life will be right where he left it: full, and good, and unchanged.

Shouto gets hit with a sex quirk and proceeds to pretend it never happened. Izuku and Katsuki won’t let him suffer alone.

[Read the fic on AO3]

#tdbkdk #bnha fic #my fic #fic promo #TodoBakuDeku #Todoroki Shouto #Midoriya Izuku #deku #Bakugou Katsuki #kacchan #established bkdk #ot3 fic #hurt/comfort #shouto whump #demisexual shouto #roommates to lovers #didn't know they were dating

[sick-bay]

A list of my favorite whumpees (and characters i want to see more whump of!)

Zuko (from ATLA) - back when I was a kid and watched the show on TV I didn't even know what whump was but I always loved that final fight against Azula (you know, the one where he gets hurt)

Ace (from One Piece) - he’s always been my favorite OP character and I like the found family trope he has going on so I like fics and stuff where the other crew members are taking care of him (pls don’t mention his d-word to me, i WILL cry. Actually, he's alive and well!!)

Todoroki (from BNHA) - he's my favorite character in BNHA and tbh he’s very whumpable (also I really enjoy fics where Aizawa ends up looking after him like the dad he is)

Hak (from Akatsuki no Yona) - he canonically gets hurt A LOT and I'm enjoying it. Big, strong, tough guys getting hurt is just chef’s kiss! (I wish there were more fics about it but the manga itself is feeding me quite well so I can’t really complain)

Kaito Kid (from Case Closed/Detective Conan and Magic Kaito 1412) - he's always been my favorite character in the anime and even though I don't keep up with the anime itself, I've watched all the episodes and movies he shows up in lol He's just so whumpable and I love it when when he gets hurt and Shinichi ends up saving him, even though they're rivals.

Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte) - I don’t actively seek out whump content like fics for him but I did enjoy that one episode where he got hurt and ended up with a fever and all that.

Zack Fair (from FF VII) - the kind of whumpee who's loud and cheerful but gets uncharacteristically quiet when he's hurt and/or sick imo! There really isn't enough whump fics about him... Especially not about mentor Angeal and mentee Zack...

Cloud (from FF VII) - another big, tough guy! Very whumpable as well (though there is surprisingly little whumpy fics (and I'm not a fan of psychological whumpy stuff, I prefer it physical with the characters getting bloody and all that <3))!

Noctis (from FF XV) - I only played the game a few months ago (no, we will not talk about the ending. It’s not real) but I've read whump fics and sickfics about him a few years ago already lol Again, I love the found family kinda trope (is it found family if they've all already known each other and have been close for years? Anyways, I love the bond the group has). There is a lot more Noctis whump content than there is Cloud or Zack whump content.)

Suguru Geto (from Jujutsu Kaisen) - HOW COULD I FORGET HIM??? Well probably because there is nowhere near enough whump/sickfic content for him… I am in desperate need for moreeeee!! Maybe the anime onlys will feed me once the new season is out and they'll get to know him… I am hoping that will happen…

Leon (from Resident Evil) - there is NOT enough whump content for Leon! That being said, I enjoy fics where he works together with the BSAA and everything goes to shit and he gets hurt <3 (In my mind he's besties with Claire, Chris and Jill even though canonically he's never even interacted with Jill as far as I'm aware of but that doesn’t matter to me!)

Ghost (from CoD) - honestly I played most CoD games way back when I was in middle school but I never paid much attention to the story itself lmao But because I played the previous games all those years ago I got the new one that was recently released (just because nostalgia, you know?) and it started this new found love for whumpy Ghost. There is NOT enough content of that though (please, I am literally begging, give me more Ghost whump). Another big (like literally, the guy is huge <3), strong dude that I like to see bloody and hurt.

d'Artagnan (from The Musketeers, like the movie or the show or the book idk, just d'Artagnan) - I've known about the Three Musketeers since I was a little girl idk everyone knows them I guess?? ('All for one and one for all!' and all that. It's just famous) but I've only watched that one movie a few years ago (the one with Logan Lerman). Anyways, I enjoy whump fics about him. Simply because he's the 'baby' of the group and the others are like mentors to him and more experienced and even though he's talented and he can hold his ground, I love it when he gets hurt and the others take care of him.

Legolas (from The Lord of the Rings) - I've always loved him. He's always been my favorite but for some strange reason I never thought about whumpee Legolas until like a year ago??? I absolutely love the bromance between him and Aragorn and Gimli and the idea of him talking in elvish with Aragorn when he's hurt and/or feverish is just so dear to me!

#hellooo it's me #whump talk #whump #zuko #ace #one piece #todoroki shouto #hak #kaito kid #detective conan #cloud strife #ff7 #noctis #ff xv #leon s kennedy #resident evil #cod ghost #d'artagnan #the musketeers #vanitas #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #legolas #zack fair

[sleepumy]

📎Consumption is the most human act

[TW: cannibalism, suicidal thoughts + implied suicide, implied self-harm, and standard Todoroki family fuckery. This isn't shippy]

He ate, hair dripping sweat into an open wound, salty skin under his teeth. He felt every ridge on his skin, every bruise, every self inflicted scar, and for a second, he thought he understood.

Shouto Todoroki was a pained child. Shouto Todoroki was a tired boy. Shouto Todoroki was a victim of abuse, which he did not know, but somewhat was aware of. He knew something was bad about his life, he knew his father was evil, he knew his brother would kill him. He didn't think to protect himself enough.

Touya Todoroki was the same, but he couldn't repress his anger, couldn't repress his hatred, couldn't direct it to the right person (the only reason, the only evil, the only source of pain for this family). He thought consumption was the most human act, and by God was he human.

Burnt flesh tasted like pork, it wasn't his favorite, but none of this was meant to taste good. He felt the need to understand, he wanted to be good, help, stop. But he has never listened to his angels. He was born with sharp canines and the capacity to unhinge his jaw. He was born with a like for blood and good reflexes. He was born with a kind heart that should've made all of him perfectly fine, but he was born to a father who did not know what a child was.

Touya did not understand Shouto, and neither did he. He thought of his child self, who would be jumping up and down at the thought of Shouto dying. He thought of his future self, if he ever exists, who cries at the thought of what he's done. He thought of himself, thinking, brainless as his blood drips from his lips.

Shouto hadn't fought back.

Shouto's happier than he's ever been, as he ceased to exist.

Touya cries. Consumption is the most human act. His father took his humanity, and his brother gave it back to him. Perhaps humanity is what he needed to end his miserable life.

#angst #bnha #mha #dabi #touya Todoroki #shouto todoroki #tw cannibalism #writing #fanfic #short #ciders✒️ #whump #whump writing #dark content #dark writing

[pearlescentplum]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Suicide, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, One Shot, Short One Shot, Character Death, Possible Character Death, Hurt No Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Whump, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Todoroki Shouto Whump, Hurt Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto Angst, Past Child Abuse, Flashbacks, The Author Regrets Nothing, try not to cry challenge!!, i did not win, i should be studying for an exam tomorrow but college isnt real only torment Summary:

Todoroki Shouto wants to die.

And he does.

#shouto #shoto #shoto todoroki #whump #mcd #main character death #angst #shouto todoroki #todoroki whump #shoto whump #shouto whump #ao3 #author regrets nothing #oneshot #short oneshots #peotry fic

[parsnips-and-meth]

need some fic recs. i’m at the point where i feel like i’ve read every todoroki shouto whump fic under the sun

i know i could write some but that’s not the same, is it?

#sick todoroki shouto #parental aizawa shouta #dadzawa #todoroki shouto whump #whump #fanfic #please

[blackfliesinbluesugar]

Does anyone know any good parental/paternal Aizawa fics where he's helping Izuku or Todoroki through personal demons like self injury/suicidality/depression/ptsd etcetera?

#no bkdk #no noncon #even implied #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #angst #whump #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shōta #so many ways to spell his damn name #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #dadzawa

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

Shouto is wounded, rescued by the friends who refuse to let him go, and experiences what it means to be a part of a chosen family.

(Or, the one where Shouto lets himself be loved.)

#sobs #it's about th ehfkj #the pla . pl atonic found family #i cannot #my entire life #pls shouto is such a sweetheart #please let him be loved #please let him know its ok to love #i cant this is just whump and comfort emphasis on the comfort #anyway organization tags #cloud writes #todoroki shouto #bnha #fanfic #hurt/comfort

[writersmorgue]

Day 11 - fever

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word count: 803

TWs in tags

note: SORRY I'M LATE I WASSSS UUGGGGGGGGHHH UM OK HERE'S THE FIC

102 F = 38.9 C

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Katsuki wakes in a damp bed.

At first thought, he assumes he had a nightmare and got the bed soggy with sweat. Upon further investigation, he realizes that the sweat isn’t his, but the shivering lump next to him.

It’s odd, considering that Shouto hardly ever sweats enough to be noticeable, his quirk effectively preventing such things. Juxtaposed with Katsuki who leaks out of every orifice like it’s his job. (It is.)

“Icyhot, you good?” He nudges the man, cringing when a phlegm-filled wheeze fills the air.

Ah, shit.

Katsuki sighs, rolling out of bed and tugging on his discarded pajama pants. He must’ve tossed them off sometime in the night when Shouto became a living furnace. He should check his temperature.

At least they’re not both sick; if Shouto’s as insufferable as he was in second year when he had a singular ear infection, Katsuki can’t imagine taking care of that on top of himself.

He pads into their kitchen, scoffing at the bowl of soup Shouto had given up on eating at some

point yesterday. He really should’ve seen this coming.

He grabs some supplies, including their thermometer, and returns to the bedroom.

“Shouto, wake up.” He tosses his pile on the bed, crawling on the duvet and flicking Shouto’s hip. 

His boyfriend groans, sniffling before reaching up to scrub at his sleep-filled eyes.

“No work, ‘Suki.” He grumbles, digging his nose into the snot-covered pillow below him.

Katsuki winces, “Hey, sit up. Neither of us are going in today but we’re gonna get you in the shower so I can clean the sheets.

Shouto whines, pulling himself up with Katsuki’s help. “Feel shitty.”

Katsuki sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing the on button, “Yeah, I know.”

He pulls it out when it beeps. 

102 it reads.

He frowns, pressing his hand to Shouto’s head.

“Yeah, we’re taking that shower, bud.”

They make their way to the bathroom- well, Katsuki makes his way and Shouto stumbles blindly behind him.

He steps beside his boyfriend, leaning him on the counter so he can go turn the shower on. It’s not too cold, but hopefully enough to help the fever. 

He shakes his hand off, turning to help Shouto strip his clothes. His sweat-soaked shirt goes straight to the hamper, along with his boxers. He shivers in the cool blow of their bathroom fan, and Katsuki kisses his head in an apology. 

He mumbles a brief ‘be right back’ and leaves Shouto to get settled under the water. He makes quick work of starting the laundry, tossing everything he can think of into the washer, including his own clothes.

When he returns, Shouto has sunk to the shower floor, knees spread apart and head hung as he allows the water to run down his back.

Katsuki opens the door to sit with him, grabbing a towel and draping it over Shouto’s back, letting the water saturate it. He throws a washcloth on his soaked hair for good measure. Grunting, he lowers himself to sit across from the man, feet on either side of his knees. 

“You alright?” He asks, leaning over Shouto’s head to turn the water slightly warmer. If he’s gonna sit in here for fuck knows how long, he’s gonna be comfortable.

Shouto shrugs weakly, watery snot dripping from his nose as light steam begins to form around them. 

“Want me to make you some soup later?” He offers, rubbing his hands up and down Shouto’s thighs, watching the soft hairs there follow the path of his palms. 

Shouto mumbles something incomprehensible.

“Hm?” Katsuki prompts, leaning forward, “Gonna have to speak up, lazy.”

“‘Oba?” Shouto says louder, leaning the rest of the way until the top of his head collides with Katsuki’s collarbone.

The blond huffs, “I don’t know what else I expected. Yeah Shouto, I’ll make you soba.”

“Awesome…” Shouto’s voice is slow and syrupy, and he’s almost definitely half asleep right now.

“You wanna wash or just sit?” He asks, taking Shouto’s face in his hands, and rubbing the peaks of his cheekbones with his thumbs. He clears a few stray strands of hair out of the way, letting the hiss of the shower fill the silence as he waits for Shouto to process his question.

Sho shakes his head, leaning into Katsuki’s left palm, silently requesting more pets, like a damn cat. “Hold me, please. It’s cold.” He punctuates the statement with a pitiful shiver, to which Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, you big lug.” He smiles, pulling Shouto into his lap, allowing the taller man to rest on his chest as he leans against the tile wall.

He can already feel his ass starting to fall asleep, but no way in hell is he moving. Not until the fever breaks.

Or maybe a little longer.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday11 #ficlet #drabble #my fic #llyn writes shit #cross posted on ao3 #bnha fic #mha fic #bnha #fever #sickfic #bakugo katsuki #shouto todoroki #caretaker #whump

[metablood]

Shouto Todoroki needs help with C-PTSD

Another @febuwhump fanfiction, prompt 2 : Flinching.

Where we explore the mind of Shouto Todoroki.

What, me, not writing another EraserMic? Damn, anything can happen...

#febuwhumpday2 #febuwhump2023 #shouto todoroki #shoto todoriki #enji todoroki is a bad father #therapy #whump #angst #somebody sedate me #PLEASE #cptsd recovery #febuwhump

[sylvanfreckles]

Time is up. The seventy-two hours have ended, and Endeavor has returned to take his son home.

Without any real evidence against Endeavor, Aizawa is forced to let Todoroki go home.

Back under his father's cruel thumb, anger and resentment simmering in his chest, Todoroki makes his move.

(Alternate version of "The Road Goes Ever Ever On")

(Sample under the cut)

They were barely inside the house before his father turned on him. Endeavor slammed him against the wall, one hand on his throat, shoving him back and up until his feet were fighting for purchase and he had to grab onto that massive wrist to keep himself up.

“What did you tell him?” Endeavor snarled.

Shouto scoffed. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me, Shouto!”

“I’m not lying!” He gagged as his father’s grip tightened. The hand on his throat was far too hot, and his father’s hideous strength was pushing him up until his feet left the floor altogether. “What’s there to tell?” he gasped.

The backhand was hard enough to make his ears ring. “You insolent brat,” Endeavor sneered. “What did you tell him?”

Do whatever you have to do.

Aizawa wasn’t going to like this.

“Everything,” Shouto ground out through clenched teeth. The grip around his throat loosened, and he bared his teeth at the stunned expression on his father’s face. “I told him everything.”

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give up the ghost

fandom: bnha pairing: todobaku rating: m tags: hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, grief/mourning chapter: 2/3 summary: When Shouto is hit with an amplified dreaming quirk, he finds out the hard way that if something seems too good to be true, it’s probably because it is.    

preview: When Shouto becomes aware of himself again, the ground has stopped shaking and he’s sprawled out on the street. There are fingers in his hair, probing his skull, his neck.

“I already told you, he didn’t hit his fucking head.” The fingers pull away. “But he was hit by a quirk?” Midoriya’s voice sounds from somewhere above him. “I don’t fucking know,” Bakugo’s voice this time, but younger—more caustic than Shouto’s heard it in years. “I was a little preoccupied trying not to get flattened into a fucking pancake if you didn’t notice!” Midoriya sighs. ”I don’t like it, we should take him to the hospital to be sure.” There’s the crunching shift of shoes on asphalt, then, “Todoroki, can you hear me?” Shouto opens his eyes and looks up at the sky. It hangs low and heavy—an ocean of gray waves. Midoriya asks him again, but Shouto can’t move his tongue to explain. He’s not hurt. Not anywhere they can see. At the hospital, they ask him what day it is. Shouto doesn’t know. Then they ask him what year it is. He doesn’t know that, either. They scan his brain, then they ask what he remembers. In the end, the specialists conclude that Shouto was hit by an amplified dreaming quirk. Where typically, the enhanced version of these types of quirks result in a prolonged state of unconsciousness, the unstable nature of the black market amplifier had intensified the scope and physicality of the dream world, instead. Essentially, Shouto had dreamed an entire life—inseparable from reality—in less than a minute.

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