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sophie-writings · 4 years

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Hi! This is the Gala anon, I was wondering if you could do a follow up where bakugou gets a little too tipsy and has to spend the night at Y/N's place? He ends up gushing about how he loves them and cuddling (maybe make out?) ensues. (You did an awesome job with the first one and I saw that someone wanted a part 2!) Thank you!

☁️ Synopsis: After a long night of drinking, will Bakugou finally confess his feelings to his crush? Part 2 to this ☁️ Character: Katsuki Bakugou ☁️ Type: Scenario. Sfw 17+ ☁️ Warning: Light cursing. Steamy but nothing too wild. Alcohol. ☁️ Note: This was wayyy to fun to write about! It was supposed to be a small scenario but it turned into a full blown fic!! Hope you like it!

Bakugou gulped hard while you straightened his tie. He was trying his best to look as composed as ever, but having you so close to him always had this effect on him.

Things weren't always like this. Back when you both still attended UA, Bakugou saw you as another classmate, but by the time you were graduating he had actually started to respect you as a hero. He knew you were strong and capable, and that was the only reason he accepted to work alongside you all this time. Not to mention of course, that he also found you incredibly attractive, something he hadn't noticed when you went to high school together — He was far too focused on becoming a pro hero to care about it.

Now that both of you were pro heroes, he actually paid attention to your features. The way your eyes were looking up made his knees weak, and he couldn't help but stare at your lips which, in his defense, looked really kissable.

"Shall we get going?" Your voice was enough to snap him from his trance-like state. Damn, he was going to need a drink if he wanted to get through the night. "Yeah, these paparazzi are starting to really piss me off." He groaned, pulling you close by the waist and guiding you to the main hall.

And while you looked super confident, only God knows how fast your mind was racing at the moment. Bakugou's hand on your waist was driving you insane. "Why is he doing it?" "Does it mean anything?" "Is this just an easier way to pose for pictures without much effort?". These were only some of the millions of questions going through your mind at the moment.

Bakugou led you to the main hall, where all of your old classmates and co-workers were gathered, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"Kacchan, Y/n, is that you?" A familiar voice made you snap your head back, and a familiar face with the biggest and kindest eyes you know made a smile crawl to your lips almost instantly. "It's been a while."

"Izu!" You smiled, now stopping on your tracks, which caused Bakugou to stop as well. "It's been so long! How have you been?"

You and Izuku were really close during high school days. He was basically your best friend during the three years you spent at UA, besides the girls of course. He listened to you ramble on and on about how strong Bakugou was, and he always told you that you just might have a crush on his childhood friend, which you always denied. You couldn't deny it anymore, but it was pleasant to reminisce about the old days.

"I'm sorry, I kind of disappeared didn't I?" He scratches the back oh his head, laughing sheepishly. "I went on a secret mission, and I couldn't tell anybody about it until recently."

"I heard about the operation on the news! I don't even know how I haven't noticed since Bakugou went missing in action for some time as well..." You say, remembering about the recent raid made to a League of Villains hideout. Bakugou was one of the heroes chosen to go, much like Izuku. He didn't tell you a thing about it until you found out yourself.

Speaking of Bakugou — you didn't know, but he was actually silently fuming at the moment. The sudden way your eyes lit up when you saw Izuku made his eyebrow twitch, and he doesn't remember the last time you smiled this brightly when looking at him.

Bakugou snatched a drink from a waiter passing back, chugging it down in a swift movement, trying to drown out the conversation you were having with his childhood friend. He wasn't used to drinking alcohol, even when both of you would go out for drinks, he's stick to water or some juice.

But he wasn't doing that tonight.

By the time you had stopped talking to Izuku, Bakugou had already downed 3 drinks, even though you spent 10 minutes tops chatting with the green-haired hero.

"Woah there, someone's rowdy today." You giggled, grabbing a glass of champagne and taking a sip from it. "Nervous about the awards?"

"As if!" He said, downing another glass in one big gulp and moving to grab another, but you were able to grab his arm before he could. "What are you-"

"I know you can take care of yourself, but you're not used to drinking alcohol, Bakugou." You said, pulling his arm closer to your chest. Bakugou blushed at your actions but looked away before you could notice. "Take it easy, okay?" You smiled the smile he — oh so adored and he couldn't bring himself to say no to you.

"Whatever." He grumbles, before snatching his arm from your grasp and pulling him closer to him by your waist.

The sudden motion made you slightly lean against his chest, and before you could even process what was happening, Bakugou's face was inches away from your own. His red eyes staring intensely into your own.

"You and Deku seemed pre-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Bakugou was cut off by the announcer's voice.

"Welcome to the annual Hero Gala! I am Present Mic and I'll be your host tonight!"

"Oh! It's starting..." You whisper, trying to focus on anything else but the smell of Bakugou's cologne mixed with alcohol filling your nostrils. Damn, he smelled good. "We should go!"

You grabbed the blond's hand, leading him to the main stage area, and trying your best to brush away the thoughts filling your head.

The rest of the gala went by as smoothly as possible. Izuku, Bakugou, and Todoroki won the main awards of the night and each gave speeches in their own peculiar way. Izuku, shedding some tears, Todoroki thanking everyone BUT his father and Bakugou sprouting some nonsense about beating them all next year.

You and a few others actually won awards as well, each on their own category. You couldn't be happier to be making your family and everyone else proud by taking home an award. Even Bakugou congratulated you on your win, which was rare for him.

After the award show was done, the celebration continued at the after-party. And before you knew, Kaminari and Sero were distributing tequila shots and you had lost sight Bakugou.

"Hey Mina, have you seen Bakugou around?" You asked the pink girl who looked like she had a little too much to drink as well.

"Katsuki? He's over there with the rest of the squad, I think Kaminari wanted him to try some shots."

Ah fuck.

You thanked Mina before speedwalking towards the place she pointed and finding the rest of the Bakusquad trying to hold the explosive man back.

"What's going on?" You snickered at their exasperated expressions. "Why did you think giving shots to Bakugou would be a good idea? You know he never drank this much before." You said.

Bakugou's head snapped towards you, and he finally was able to get away from Sero and Kirishima's grasp, using the opportunity to swing his arms around your body and placing his forehead on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at his actions, but you were too shocked to move, and only looked over at the other guys, who chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that Y/n." Kirishima sighed before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'll call for a taxi, is it okay if Bakubro sleeps over at your place? I'd take him home, but I need to take care of the rest of the squad-"

"It's okay Kiri!" You reassured. "Bakugou helped me out a bunch of times when I was the drunk one."

"Thanks, Y/n, you're the best!" He smiles. "The taxi's outside already, please take good care of him."

You nodded at Kirishima before leading Bakugou outside. He was still clinging to you, which got you a few confused stares from strangers and thumbs up from your girlfriends. Even Izuku blushed before mouthing a "use protection" to you, to which you responded by violently shaking your head in hopes he realized he got it all wrong.

The car ride was silent, as Bakugou seemed to be in a bad mood, probably because he had to go home early.

You sighed in relief as the taxi pulled over next to your complex and you helped Bakugou out of the taxi and into your condo, which was at the top of the building.

"You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch tonight." You whispered, helping him sit on your bed. "I'll get some fresh air and then I'll come to check on you, okay? Call me if you need anything." You got out of your room and walked to the balcony, staring at the city below.

You weren't able to confess your feelings to Bakugou tonight. Not that you didn't have the chance, you just chickened out every time he got dangerously close you. Well, it wasn't your fault he was so attractive that every time he looked at you with his red eyes you could feel your heartbeat race and your knees turn into jelly.

Being his friend was easy, and even though you wanted more, the chance of ruining the friendship you had built after so much effort was too great to ignore.

"What are you doing here all alone." Bakugou's rough voice made you jump a little. You hadn't noticed his presence since you were so deep in thought.

He got closer to you, and you could smell his cologne again. "Thinking about Deku again?" He muttered.

"Uh?" You were genuinely confused. Did Bakugou misunderstand your relationship with Izuku?

"I noticed the way your face lit up when you saw him, you ain't slick." He continued, bringing his face so close to yours, your noses were almost touching. "You like him, don't you?"

"Uh, no, that's weird." You managed to say. "Izu's my best friend, he's like a brother to me."

Bakugou tilted his head to the side in confusion. "And why did you smile at him like that back at the gala?"

"I haven't talked to him in forever!" You said more confidently this time. "I just missed Izu."

"And why do you call him Izu, yet you keep using my last name?" Bakugou blurted out, causing you to widen your eyes at his sudden outburst. "We're close, aren't we? Yet you keep calling me Bakugou!"

"Wait, wha-"

"Fuck, I wish I didn't find you so damn attractive to the point I couldn't focus the whole night. I hate the fact your lips look as if they're begging for me to kiss them. I hate the way you call Deku by his own nickname..." He rambled.

"Bakugou..."

"There you go again." He brought one of his hands to your cheek. "I fucking hate that I like you and you haven't noticed it yet! I'm right here, dammit." Bakugou said, bringing his face closer to yours. He hesitated for a second, but you got on your tiptoes, finally connecting your lips. Using his free hand, the strong man pulled you closer by your waist, giving it a little squeeze, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss started off slow, but it rapidly got hungrier, as Bakugou sucked on your lower lip and squeezed your waist once again, making you gasp. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into the kiss.

His large hands went down your waist and using his strength, Bakugou held you up by the back of your tights, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Bakugou carried you back to your room and sat down on your bed, you know straddling his lap.

Your arms leave Bakugou's neck and cup his face finally breaking the kiss, and you stared lovingly into his eyes which shined brighter than you've ever seen before.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this." You whisper, resting your forehead on his.

"You should've told me sooner, I've also been waiting to do this for some time now." He answers, his hands still on your thighs, caressing them tenderly.

"Well, you're kinda hard to read Katsu." You giggled. "How would I know you were interested in me if all you did was frown?"

"Call me that again." He whispered, completely ignoring the rest of your sentence.

"Uh, Katsu?"

"Again."

"Katsu."

"Hell yeah, I'm Katsu." He grabbed you by the neck, pulling into a kiss once again.

He was definitely still tipsy and he knew that. There's no way the Bakugou Katsuki would let someone call him Katsu without him complaining, even though it was you, and he loved to sound of it.

But he'd leave that to "next morning Bakugou". Now he was more focused on how to find your zipper using one hand only.

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insomniac0uwu · 4 years

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Equal other half | touya todoroki x sister! reader

part 1

This follows with the todoroki theory. THIS HAS MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS SO SCROLL PAST IF YA’LL AINT COOL WITH IT!! And your twins with touya. And instead of having the abilities of fire you have a quirk to freeze anything.

"You have to believe in me. I saw him"

"We need to get him to the hospital, now!" Hawks shouted, grunting afterwards from the weight of carrying endeavor. You quickly rushed to their side and throw enji's arm around your shoulder to help.

"You'll be okay. Let's get you out of here, dad" you croaked out. After the intense match against this new nomu, this creature that was even more intelligent than the rest that we have seen, yet. Was terrifying and so nerve wrecking. Even though your dad was terrible, you knew he was trying to stitch a better relationship between his children and possibly his wife at the moment, how could you not give him sympathy for trying?

"I can't believe you actually used the same pose as all might!" Hawks mentioned. Endeavor collapsed down on the middle of the road exhausted.

"No... I used... the other arm... hi was... the left...!" endeavor corrected hawks. You crouched down next to him holding down on the open wound on his face.

"Whatever, the same difference! Anyway, thank you... for winning!" you praised to your dad. He faced you, with the expression of grief, remorse, and deep regret.

"First things first though, we have to do something about your injuries, and stop the bleeding.. I can't move an inch. Call someone and-" Hawks was cut off by a young yet gruff voice.

"Hold up for juuust a minute." the villain dragged out. The three of you turned to face him in shock.

"A lot of things went beyond my expectations... but well, let's do things in order." dabi finished. you gasped, you knew that face, you knew those eyes, that fire. How could you not? Even though you weren't 100% sure that your equal other half was standing right infront of you, you wanted to believe that it was, so badly.

"...you are the one who murdered snatch, or so I hear." your father grunted out. With the villain's hand above his shoulder fingers spread out.

"The League of Villains', Dabi...!" the next thing you know the four of you were surrounded in blue scorching flames. The smell of ash and a hint of cigar so present in the air.

"Sna-who? Doesn't ring a bell. More importantly, let's have a little chat. Opportunities like this don't come so often." dabi shifted his eyes towards you looking at you up and down. You tensed at the deep look of tension in his eyes. "Guh...!" endeavor gagged out.

"No, you need to rest! I'll take care of him. I only have these puny feathers left, but... at least, I can stall for time.

"Don't be ridiculous! Like you can do anything I'll take care of this on my own!" you scolded him.

"Hey, gimme a break would ya? I just came back to take back that nomu. I mean there's no way I could win..." dabi got a position ready, on guard you did too.

"AGAINST THE TOP THREE HEROES WHEN THEY'RE ALL ON DEATH'S DOORSTEP!" he shouted, approaching. You approached him too until

STOMP!!!

"I saw the news and hopped right over! Looks like things are really heating up here, eh, endeavor?! Hawks?! Mochiyuki?!" a hero shouted out.

"You're one of those League of Villains bastards, ain'tcha?!" she shouted, you rushed be side her in position.

"Miruoko...?! Man, just when things were getting good... A little help, Ujiko?" the villain gagged out black liquid from the back of his throat.

"Catch ya later, no.1 hero. I'm sure we'll have another chance to talk, but until then... BREAK A LEG OUT THERE! BUT DON'T GO KICKIN' THE BUCKET!" he teased out.

"TODOROKI ENJI, AND YOU TOO Y/N!!" Dabi threatened.

"How about you talk right now?!" miruoko shouted heroically charging at him, but he was already gone.

You sank their on your knees processing everything that happened, why didn't I say anything?! That could have been my own brother! God dammit!

From the corner of your eye you saw a figure rushing deeper into an alleyway. So you got up and dashed to catch up towards him, hoping you could see his face again.

"Y/N!!" all of them screeched at you but you didn't dare to lose you chance to find out who it was.

When you finally caught up behind and saw him look behind him only to make eye contact with you. Seeing his eyes widen in surprise and sadness made you want to get closer to him. So you took your chance to scream out, even huffing and puffing for more air from the running in twist and turns.

"PLEASE COME BACK TOUY-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!" he hollered and sent a blasting wave of heat towards you. Instead of being afraid of it, you embraced the gorgeous waves of blue. It reminded you of his eyes.

So warm.

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talpup · 4 years

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Chaos: Chapter 35

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/53156176

35.1

“Found it!” Hawks pulled out the parchment containing his Restraint and shoved it at Todoroki. “Do your thing, kid.”

Todoroki fumbled the weighty sheet of paper before grabbing a hold of it. He still didn’t have a clue how to unseal Hawks’ restraint; but figured that it would come to him like it had when he had freed Dabi’s soul. He scrutinized the page, wondering how a single paper could physically limit an Archangel’s power. There had to be more to the process than simply writing down do’s and-- His eyes landed on a script at the bottom of the page that was different than the rest.

Recognizing it as Hizashi's handwriting, the Llaes’ eyes widened in surprise. “Hizashi played a part in your Restraint?”

“What? No.” Hawks shook his head. “He just added to it.”

“When? Why?”

Hawks opened his mouth to explain; but Hizashi's little addition made explaining impossible. Even if he could, he shouldn’t. Not here. They didn’t have the time.

The sound of the main office door slamming open startled them.

“Naomasa!” Someone called.

Hawks’ wings fluttered at the sound of Enji’s booming voice. What the hell was the second Chief of heaven doing here? And where was Reyanna? Had she hidden somewhere in Naomasa’s office? Smart as such a move would have been, hiding wasn’t Reyanna’s style.

“No pressure, kid. But I’m gonna need you to do your thing. And fast.” Hawks said, blade dropping into his hand.

35.2

The opposing forces of heaven and hell clashed in a chaotic battle that blurred their armies first and second lines. Passed those fighting lines, behind heaven’s rear guard, Kai and Tsunagu fought near the gates of heaven.

Numerous dead angels laid scattered around the two. And Shouta surmised that they had lost their lives engaging Kai in an effort to stop or delay him from reaching the gates. It made him wonder where Toshinori and Enji were. Though a part of him feared he knew. Why else would the first and second Chief’s of heaven be missing when a threat such as Kai was so close to their gates?

Shouta's eyes focused on the gates themselves, trying to imagine what was happening beyond. Had Hizashi found Reyanna? Had Enji or Toshinori? Was she, even now, fighting for her life? And here he was, unable to go in and help her.

It made him want to take Tsunagu on so Kai could reach the gates and bring them down. But without the ancient barriers that kept the graceless and soulless out, all of hell would be able to battle their way in. Such a thing would heighten, not lessen, the danger posed to his Love.

“What do we do?” Hitoshi asked, wide lavender eyes taking in the scene.

Shouta's grip tightened on his blade. “What Hizashi told us to do. Fight to clear and claim a path.”

“And let me guess. You’re eyeing the spot where Kai is.” Dabi remarked, dryly.

“It’s been cleared and is near the gates.” Shigaraki said.

“As if you care. You just want...” Dabi turned to the other Demon, furrowing his brow. “What is it that you want?”

The weight of Sakamata’s severed hand felt heavy in Shigaraki’s coat pocket. “Right now? I want revenge.”

“I told you. Kai’s mine.” Shouta said, watching Tsunagu stagger back under Kai’s onslaught. “You make a move on him and I’ll end you.”

Shigaraki’s red eyes turned to Shouta, gauging the Daimon's sincerity.

“Great.” Dabi grumbled. “Not only am I in the middle of a massive battle, stuck with two crazed, murderous outliers that both heaven and hell want dead; but now they’re threatening to kill each other. Can I take a moment to remind you all that I have a soul now. If I die, I die for good.”

Shigaraki scratched at his neck. “No one cares.”

Dabi glared at Shigaraki, ready to blast him back to the ether; but Shouta flinted away and Shigaraki followed.

Muttering curses about vengeful idiots being eager to die, and how his life and efforts weren’t appreciated, Dabi grabbed Hitoshi by the shoulder and flinted.

Shouta appeared between the battling Daimon and Archangel, his blade meeting Kai’s.

“I’ll take it from here.” He told Tsunagu.

“Aizawa.” Tsunagu backed away, posture easing slightly. “I should kill you where you stand.”

Though Tsunagu’s words held no bite, Shouta kept the Archangel in his line of sight, just in case he decided to strike.

“You really don’t want to fight the both of us.” Shouta replied, shouldering Kai back to create some space between them. He cast a quick glance at Tsunagu. “Go. Help your people.”

“Kai, more than anyone, can’t be allowed near the gates.” Tsunagu said.

Shouta eyed the short distance between them and the gates of heaven, tempted to ask Tsunagu what his definition of near was. They were mere meters away from the gates with nothing and no one between them. But he understood Tsunagu’s fear.

“I’ll keep him from touching the gates.” Shouta promised. “He and I have unfinished business.”

“You act as if you can take me on your own Aizawa.” Kai swung his blade, the golden short sword meeting Shouta's shining silver.

Despite the Daimon General's bravo, Tsunagu saw a tension in Kai’s expression that hadn’t been there previously.

Shouta bent back and away from Kai’s outstretched hand, which would undoubtedly take him apart if it came in contact with him.

“You know I can.” Shouta said.

“You didn’t when last we saw each other.” Kai taunted, making a show of the wide arcing swing of his blade, his free hand moving in what should have been Shouta’s blind spot.

But Shouta knew Kai’s tactics too well. He blocked the oncoming blade and grabbed the forearm of Kai’s reaching hand. Spinning, Shouta pinned Kai’s arm behind him, wrenching the limb till he heard bones snap.

Kai blew out a harsh, grunting growl from between clenched teeth. The natural resting of his bones even more painful than their breaking.

“You’re counting beating on me while captive and bound a win?” Shouta questioned.

His hold grew colder, making Kai hiss at the icy burn.

“Go ahead.” Shouta pushed Kai roughly when the General broke free of his hold. “It’s the only win you’ll get.”

Tsunagu’s eyes panned beyond the two, taking in the raging battle.

In the thousands of years since the Fall, the armies of hell had never once attempted entry into heaven. Why would they? Daimon's and demons couldn’t enter. And yet here they were. Hells legions. Hundreds of thousands of daimon's and demons; fighting, and dying, and slaying just to push their line ever closer to heaven’s gates.

The Host fought back just as viciously. Willingly dying in their effort to hold and drive their adversary away.

It infuriated Tsunagu. He wanted nothing more than to join their ranks and fight beside his brothers and sisters. But he couldn't. Even if he was a bad match against Kai, he was the highest ranking chief present. Without Toshinori or Enji, it was up to him to make sure Kai didn’t reach the gates of heaven and use his affinity to bring down the ancient wardings that kept the graceless and soulless from entering.

But with Aizawa stepping in, it eased the pressure he felt some.

It hardly meant that he trusted Aizawa. The Daimon had always been difficult to read; even back when Aizawa had been a high ranking Seraphim Commander. The man had gone his own way with little regard to what others said or thought.

Tsunagu knew that Hizashi, his own best human relations operative, had found his place thanks to Aizawa. That despite Aizawa never asking them, every member of Aizawa's garrison, except for Hizashi, had followed his lead and sided with Lucifer during the Fall. And that those angels, turned daimon's, were long since dead because Kai had sent them on the most dangerous and difficult missions.

As a leader himself, Tsunagu understood Aizawa's animosity toward the Daimon General.

Of course Aizawa's hostility toward Kai didn’t end there. Tsunagu had heard the rumors about Aizawa and Reyanna. But none of that mattered. All that matter to Tsunagu was that Aizawa wasn’t looking to add to his troubles by fighting him.

Grateful as he was for the assistance, Tsunagu wasn’t about to leave the defense of heaven’s gates to someone who had turned their back on heaven once already. What if Aizawa lost or changed his mind and left Kai to reach the gates and tear apart the barriers? If it looked like chaos now...

“He’s yours. But I’m not going anywhere.” Tsunagu said.

Shouta grimaced. He knew Tsunagu to be a straight forward sort. But, just because he doubted the Archangel would stab him in the back, didn’t mean Tsunagu wouldn’t if the opportunity presented itself.

With them behind the fighting lines, and the Host focused on pushing hell back, Shouta told Hitoshi. “Watch him. If he makes a move--”

“Kill him?” Hitoshi finished, eyeing Tsunagu.

“--tell me.” Shouta finished.

He didn’t care either way about Shinsou’s posturing; but there was no way the young Were could kill an Archangel such as Tsunagu and they all knew it.

“And I’ll just watch Fuzzy, shall I.” Dabi said.

Hitoshi shot the Demon a glare.

“If you lose or he kills you, I’m stepping in.” Shigaraki told Shouta, pulling Sakamata’s hand from his coat pocket.

Kai shot Shigaraki and Dabi a venomous look. “When Aizawa looses and I kill him, I’ll gladly deal with you traitors.”

“You talk too much.” Shouta said, attacking Kai in a flurry of fluid moves that had the General reeling back.

There was an icy coldness that wafted off of Shouta’s weapon and body that made Kai feel slow and numb. He nearly dropped his blade when it clashed and locked with Aizawa's, the biting cold of Shouta's blade instantly seeping into the metal of his own.

Fuck! He needed to do something or else he would loose. Kai pushed back against Aizawa's blade with his own and flinted.

“He’s going for the gates!” Tsunagu exclaimed.

Shouta growled, annoyed at Kai for deserting the fight, and Tsunagu for telling him what he already knew. He flinted after him, grabbing the General in a frigid hold that burned.

Kai hissed, thrusting back his blade and stabbing Shouta in the side.

Shouta grunted, but didn’t release his hold. Pulling Kai back, he shoved the General.

Kai lost his balance and fell, skidding several meters away from the gates.

“I’m not done with you.” Shouta rumbled, stepping after him.

Kai glanced at his left shoulder, his shirt having frozen and crumbled around where Shouta had held.

There was an ugly black hand print with swollen white and purple surround. Severe frostbite, he thought, grimacing at the pain and hideous look of it. He supposed he was lucky. If Aizawa had been using his affinity’s full power, his shoulder would’ve shattered the same way his clothes had. Still, the wound was limiting and would be slow to heal, as all affinity wounds were.

Kai pushed to his feet, his adversary still appearing fearsome even though he was no longer standing over him.

Shouta’s hair flew about, caught up in a wind that wasn’t there. His dark eyes tinted red, hinting at his power. His blade, shining and sliver, had patches of moving haze as if frost was swirling inside. And his sneer…

“I should have ended you long ago.”

“You couldn't have if you tried.” Kai taunted.

He hadn’t expected this fight. He hadn’t expected to fight at all. In fact, he was rather tired and in need of rest. But when the Llaes had shown himself right outside of heaven’s gates…

He needed an edge. Some kind of diversion that would set Aizawa off his game.

“Though it really is a shame for you that you didn’t.” Kai continued. “It might've made you the only one to have stuck it to Reyanna.”

Shouta’s assault stopped mid-swing, his focused mind spiraling. He barely registered Kai’s quick moving blade slicing deeply across his leg and right shoulder.

Kai grinned. “Didn’t she tell you?”

Another slice, followed by a stab.

Shouta stood there, immobile, his thoughts a turbulent wreck. When? How? Anna couldn’t have wanted...

“Aizawa!” Hitoshi yelled, making for his mentor.

Dabi moved to stop him, but Tsunagu reached him first.

Hitoshi fought against the Archangel’s staying hold.

Dabi pulled Hitoshi from Tsunagu, scowling at him. “That’s my sides Were Witch you’re manhandling. Get your own.”

As if reading Shouta’s mind, Kai went on. “I fucked her millennias ago. You should have heard her pleading screams. Well, when her mouth wasn’t stuff full with my cock. I can almost understand why you suffered so much to have her. That tight little pussy alone. The way it clamped down on me when I shoved in. I almost got another taste again during your little excursion down to--”

Shouta's roar started deep within his chest, building and expelling in a shout that saw the surrounding battlefield freezing over in a flash.

Dabi turned, bending over and shielding Hitoshi from the wave of subzero air, his back engulfed in blue flames.

Kai had one thought before Shouta was on him, blade a blur. Wrong move.

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: What They Want Pairing: Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 3,450 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Now that Shouto and Momo's twin boys have their quirks, Shouto is hesitant to take them to visit his father.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead of time!! Full fic under the cut

The snow swirled around him, a shiver rolling down his spine. He turned his gaze up towards the sky, letting the small flakes of frozen water melt against his cheeks. Todoroki Shouto was used to being cold, even when it wasn't snowing, especially when he stood outside of this house.

The snow fell silently, his scarf blowing in the tiny winter breeze, his warm breath puffing out before him in a cloud.

"Papa! Pap-OOF!" Arata fell face first into the snow, his red and black hair now covered in the fluffy white powder.

Shouto bit his lip, trying his best not to laugh at his small son.

"P-Papa..." Arata's voice trembled as he turned to look up at his father, his dark eyes coated with a shiny film. "I-I tripped..." he whimpered.

Shouto stepped forward and knelt down, picking the small boy up. He pulled him close to his chest and began to brush off the pieces of snow which stuck to his winter jacket. "I saw," he said softly.

"I told you not to run ahead," Momo chided softly. She approached the walkway slowly, holding on to the hand of their other toddler, Yuuta. He pressed close to his mother, clinging to her as he often did.

"B-But Papa was lonely!" Shouto felt his heart melt, even as Arata poked his finger against Shouto's cheek.

"I have you now, so not anymore," he chuckled.

Momo smiled, looking at Shouto with her warm, dark eyes. "Are you ready, Shouto? Should we go inside?" she asked, leaning forward to brush her lips against his.

"Ew!! Papa and Mama are kissing!" Arata squealed, pushing his hand against Momo's cheek to push her away from her husband.

Yuuta wrinkled his nose. "Gross," he said, his voice quiet as always. His white and black hair draped over his forehead, pieces poking out from under his hat.

"We did kiss. And I'm going to do it again," Shouto smirked, leaning in one more time to peck her lips.

"Shouto..." she chuckled.

"EW!" Both boys called out in unison.

"I suppose we should... head inside," Shouto mumbled, though it was the last thing he actually wanted to do. His grip on Arata tensed as he stared at the door at the end of the walkway. He wished he could take his family in the other direction, far, far away from that man...

Arata began to wiggle in his hands. "I can walk Papa!" he grunted, and Shouto placed him back on the ground. He walked forward proudly, glancing back to see if Yuuta would follow.

"Go on," Momo said softly, gently pushing the back of her other son. "Follow your brother." Yuuta glanced up at both his parents and then reluctantly followed after Arata. "Well," she said, watching the two boys kick at the snow on the ground. "They certainly are your sons."

Shouto raised his eyebrow at her. "You don't say..." He trailed off and glanced at the damn house again.

"It'll be alright," Momo whispered quietly, taking his hand in her own, squeezing it tight. She knew how much he hated these gatherings.

"Let's just get it over with."

Christmas was right around the corner and with Christmas came family obligations, and things Shouto didn't care to think about. Normally, they spent the day before with Shouto’s mother and the evening before with Momo's family, which left Christmas day to themselves and the twins.

However, Todoroki Enji would insist upon Shouto and Momo bringing the kids by a few days before. He would give them presents and they would share a meal. In the past, Shouto's sister, Fuyumi, and her family would join, but this year, they had separate arrangements as Shouto's sister was pregnant once more.

If only they had an excuse.

He stared at Momo for a moment, and sighed.

"What?" she asked, frowning. "You're looking at me funny."

"Just... wishing you were pregnant."

Momo's face turned bright red, her shoulders tensing. "S-Shouto!" she gasped. "W-We decided-"

"Relax," he chuckled, walking forward to slip his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "I just... don't want to go."

"Oh..." she sighed. "It was a joke... because of your sister."

"Mmm..."

There was no excuse for them. To Enji, this year was especially important, since both twins now officially had their quirks and he was interested to see. Of course, the last thing Shouto wanted to do was show off his sons' quirks for the man who had bred himself to achieve Shouto.

Shouto supposed he could've skipped out if he wanted to, but he didn't feel like listening to it at work. Not showing up to these sort of things was often worse than showing up, otherwise Enji would harass him until he brought the children over.

Arata knocked on the door excitedly. "Grandpa, Grandpa!" he called out. Yuuta stood next to him, patiently waiting, not saying a word.

The door swung open and Todoroki Enji stood, ready to greet his grandchildren. Sometimes Shouto forgot how much the man had aged over the years. The skin of his scar was tight, his dark hair showed speckles of gray. And yet the old man still wouldn't retire.

"Ah! If it isn't my two boys," his voice boomed as he gently pat their heads.

Shouto's hand clenched, squeezing Momo's tight. There was some protective instinct which always made him want to jump in between his father and his sons. Todoroki Enji didn't deserve to see Shouto's sons... and Shouto knew he was going to ask... any moment now...

Arata flung himself at the man, wrapping his small hands around Enji's neck. "Grandpa!!" he cheered happily, and Shouto knew it was because the boy didn't know any better. Enji had been nothing but kind to his grandchildren... like he had some strange change of heart.

Yuuta scooted forward and hugged Enji quietly. He was usually less forthcoming than Arata anyway, but Shouto could sense hesitation in his quieter son.

He felt Momo's thumb brush over his hand and he desperately tried to relax. This was happening... they only had to spend a few hours here and then they could be on their way, moving on.

"How about we get you out of the cold?" he said, lifting both boys up with his arms, holding them to his chest.

Shouto took in a sharp breath of air, his hand heating up against Momo's.

"Shouto," she whispered softly. "It's okay... we would never let him hurt them..."

He took a deep breath and nodded. He knew. He knew the probability of anything happening was insanely low… it wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time with their grandfather before... and yet, he could never shake the feeling.

Things were different now; they had quirks.

They followed Enji inside, removing their jackets and shoes as he led them to the living room. Gently placing both boys on the ground, Enji sat on his carpet.

"I hear you two have your quirks now!" He smiled wide, looking far too proud of the young boys.

Shouto's fingers curled into fists as he watched. 'Leave them alone!' He wanted to scoop his children up and put a protective ice wall between them and his father. They were his family, his father was anything but.

Admittedly, Shouto never expected to want children. He never thought he would care about having a family, or loving anyone, not when his own was so broken. But Momo... she was perfect; kind, loving, gentle. He knew she wished to be a mother... always had that instinct... and he couldn't deny her it. He found he wanted it too... with her.

Originally, the thought of being a father terrified him. What example did he have to go off of anyway? And yet... now they had the boys, he never wanted to let them go. He wanted to protect them with everything he had, and seeing the man who caused Shouto so much pain so close to them set off all his warning bells.

At the mention of their quirks, Arata jumped up, a ball of energy. Shouto still wasn't quite sure where it came from, but the lively boy always kept things interesting. "Grandpa, Grandpa!!" he cheered, "lemme show you."

"Now Arata, don't make anything too big," Momo scolded gently. "You know what happens when you get over-excited." Momo and Shouto stepped around, kneeling in front of the table to watch their boys show off their quirks. Arata was always thrilled to use his, sometimes too thrilled.

"Mama," he groaned. "I wasn't gonna!"

"I know, I know. It's just a reminder."

Holding out his palm to Enji, Arata closed his eyes as a small orange and red crystal appeared. Steam rose from it, the object shimmering. "Tada!" he smiled. "Fire crystals! Technically I can make anything I want, but Mama said to keep it small."

"Incredible!" Enji said, leaning forward to get a closer look. "So anything you make looks like this?"

"Yup! And they're hot too!" he said, gesturing for Enji to take the small crystal.

He held the object into his hand and smiled. "Indeed it is! It's very impressive, Arata," he chuckled, rubbing the boy's head.

"Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it!" he said, posing happily. "I'm gonna be a hero just like you guys!"

"Of course you are!" Enji laughed, the sound booming. "And this will be a useful quirk for you to have!" he praised. Turning towards Momo and Shouto he smiled again. "You must be incredibly proud."

"Ah! We are," Momo interjected, not wanting Shouto to feel he had to speak. "He needs to be careful though... part of the fire comes from his body heat so if he uses too much he could lower his body temperature too much..."

"He can train and hone his skills when he's much older," Enji nodded. "It won't be a problem in the long run."

"Maybe not..." Shouto said, gritting his teeth. Who was Enji to assume anything about his son?

"I'm going to go to U.A! Just like Mama and Papa!" he cheered.

"Of course you are!" Enji laughed, and slowly turned his attention to Yuuta. "And what about you Yuuta. Are you going to be a hero too?"

Yuuta's eyes widened as he looked towards his brother and then back to his parents. He shrugged, glancing down.

Enji laughed again. "Come, show your grandfather your quirk!"

Yuuta quickly shook his head and ran towards Shouto, pressing his face against his arm. "Yuuta..." Shouto muttered, stroking through his white and black hair. "What's wrong?" He turned himself around so he could sit directly in front of his son.

"I-I can't..." he whimpered.

"What can't you do?" Shouto muttered.

"G-Grandpa is going to think my quirk is weird!" he said. "I-It doesn't look anything like his flame or yours, Papa!"

Well, Shouto knew that was wrong. If anything, Enji was going to find Yuuta's quirk incredible and urge him to start training the boy immediately, though Yuuta hadn't expressed any interest in being a hero like his parents.

"Hey, it's okay..." Shouto whispered. "Your flame is very special, Yuuta. But you don't have to show anything you don't want to if you're not feeling ready."

"Of course he does! Yuuta, there's no reason to be scared, show me your quirk!" Enji urged.

"But I-"

"Yuuta. You are a Todoroki and Todorokis are always strong! There is no reason to be shy about-"

Shouto pulled Yuuta protectively towards himself, immediately glaring daggers at his father. "My son does not have to do anything he does not wish to, especially involving his quirk, Father."

Enji rolled his eyes. "There's no need to be so callous, Shouto. You brought them here to show me their quirks. Don’t baby him."

His hands clenched, and he tightened his jaw, desperate not to ignite his own flame. He couldn't, not here, not while he held his son so tight. "I will never, ever force my children to use their quirks if they do not want to," he hissed.

"Shouto..." Momo said softly, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

Enji snorted. "Fine. Do as you will."

"P-Papa..." Yuuta's voice was small, and Shouto loosened his grip, letting his son step back. "I-I can... show Grandpa." Shouto could tell the boy was uncomfortable with the amount of tension in the air.

"You don't have to," he said gently, trying to calm himself down.

"Arata did it..." he mumbled. "So I can too..."

"Alright," he muttered, letting the boy walk towards his grandfather. Shouto almost wished Yuuta would keep his quirk a secret, if only to piss Enji off. But Shouto was true to his word; it was Yuuta's quirk, and he could do as he pleased.

"Um..." He held out his palms, but suddenly closed his fists. "P-Papa..." he said, turning to look at Shouto nervously. "Can you... help me?"

"Of course," he said softly, moving to sit across from his son. "You ready?" Shouto said, holding his hand out to his son.

"Mhm..." Yuuta nodded and placed the back of his palm atop his father's hand.

"Clench your fist, and release the energy you feel in your palm, okay?" Shouto instructed. "I'll do it with you."

"Okay, Papa..."

He curled his small fist up while Shouto did the same. They both released their fists at the same time, Shouto creating a small orange flame while Yuuta's small flame was blue. "When you want it to go away, just close your fist," Shouto instructed.

The first time Yuuta activated his quirk things got a little out of hand. The fire practically engulfed his entire arms and though it was cool to the touch, it didn't stop the little boy from panicking. Shouto was teaching him to control it as much as he possibly could, but he was young... and it was difficult. And though his flames were not hot, it still scared the young boy. As a result, Yuuta often didn't enjoy using his quirk.

"Blue flames..." Enji muttered, looking at the boy's palms.

"They're not hot," Shouto explained. "They normally make him feel cold after a while."

"Very fascinating..." Enji said, leaning towards the boy's palms.

"I-I don't want to be a hero..." Yuuta admitted, quietly. "My quirk is no good..."

"Don't say that, Yuuta… Your quirk is plenty good," Momo said, her eyes filled with such sadness for her boy.

Shouto looked at his outstretched palm. "If you don't want to be a hero that's fine, but if you think you can't be-"

"These flames are incredible!" Enji said, brushing his hand across his palm. "You never know how your quirk could change and grow! My flames weren't always this big," he chuckled, patting the boy on his shoulder. "If you want to be a hero, you shouldn't give up that dream. You are a Todoroki after all."

Shouto’s jaw dropped. Was his father... actually... being... supportive?! Helpful!?

A small smile pulled across Yuuta's cheeks and he wrapped up his palm, snuffing out the small blue flame. "Okay... Grandpa," he said, moving to stand next to his brother.

Shouto couldn't believe his ears.

"Why don't you two go play while we get lunch ready?" Momo suggested.

"Okay, Mama!" Arata giggled and tugged on Yuuta's hand. "Let's go!" The two went running off down the hall.

"Don't break anything!" Momo yelled, sighing heavily. "One day, I hope Arata will have far less energy."

"Mmm," Enji moved to the table, looking at his son and his wife. "You two must be very proud of the quirks they've developed."

Shouto followed suit, taking his seat next to Momo. "It never mattered to me what their quirks would be."

"Well, it seems you've made a good choice, marrying this one," he smirked, gesturing towards Momo. "Even after the problems you two had producing children, you made good ones."

Shouto glanced to the side, seeing Momo stare at the ground. Just when he thought his father could've gotten better... he said awful shit like this. "Of course I made a good choice. I love her," he snapped.

"You always get so overly sensitive, Shouto," Enji scoffed. "It was an observation."

"It... wasn't an observation. You're bringing up sensitive topics that upset my wife and judging our children based on their quirks. I know this is something you are unfamiliar with, but I would love my family, regardless of their quirks. Children aren't things you can control and toss aside," he hissed.

Momo frowned, placing her hand on his knee. "Shouto is right, regardless of their quirks, we would've been proud. They are our gifts."

Enji scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Children are meant to further your legacy."

Shouto swallowed, listening to his father speak. It was all a lie. Everything he said to the boys... every word he spoke... he only cared about his legacy... creating one hero stronger than the next. He only was pleased because of how much potential the boys' quirks could have.

"If you can teach Yuuta to control the temperature of his flames, he would be a perfect successor for you, Shouto-"

"I'm not looking for a successor!" he growled, pushing himself off of the ground. "I don't know why you always do this," Shouto trembled, holding back the flames burning under his skin. "I always start to think you're maybe different... especially when it comes to my children. You talk so kindly to them. I don't wish to take their grandfather away from them, not when they seem to admire you. But I knew it was too good to be true. I know what a shitty, horrible influence you are and I don't want you anywhere near them," he snarled.

The room went silent as Shouto stared at his father, his chest heaving as he took large breaths in to calm his rage. He normally was much more relaxed, but his father always brought out a side of him he normally kept at bay.

"My family... will not be used to further your legacy. You have no control over them or me," he hissed. "We're leaving."

"Always so dramatic, Shouto..."

Momo stood up, bowing her head to the man once before walking down the hall. "Boys, we're going," she called out.

"What?!" Arata yelled. "Already!?!"

"Yes," Shouto said, looking at his sons. "Say goodbye and get your jackets."

The goodbyes were short and Shouto saw a flicker of regret cross Enji's eyes when he hugged his grandsons. Shouto felt no remorse however. His father tortured him for years, he wasn't going to let him do the same to his sons. They weren't to be a part of 'Endeavor's' legacy. Just as Shouto made his own path, he wanted his sons to do the same.

With a curt nod, Shouto led his children back out into the cold. They only had been at his father's house for an hour... an hour too long.

"Come on, Yuuta! I'll race you to the car!" Arata said. Shouto was grateful Arata was often so energetic. He didn't seem phased by them leaving far earlier than originally planned.

"Don't trip again!" Momo called after them, the two of them bouncing through the snow.

Shouto turned his gaze up towards the sky once more, letting the cool snow calm him down. A puff of air curled up toward the sky, his heated breath creating a small cloud.

"Hey..." Momo whispered, hooking her arm through his as they followed their children to the car. "I know that wasn't the first time you've told your father off but... I'm proud of you," she said, brushing her lips against his.

"Mmm..."

"Thank you for protecting our boys," she said softly.

"I won't have him involved in their futures," he whispered. "He's done enough of that already with me."

This was his family. He wanted his children to have the freedom they deserved to choose whatever career path they wanted to take. If Yuuta really didn't want to be a hero, that was his choice, and Shouto wouldn't force him to do otherwise.

"I win!" Arata laughed, flopping down in the snow.

Yuuta puffed out his cheeks. "No fair! You had a head start!"

"No fighting boys," Momo called out.

Yuuta picked up a tiny snowball and threw it at his brother, the two of them giggling as they slipped and slid around the car.

"Well... I suppose I can't yell at them for having fun," Momo chuckled.

"No, let them do what they want," Shouto said softly, a smile pulling onto his face as he leaned over to kiss Momo once more.

Even in this cold, things always felt warmer when he had them all nearby.

#todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #todomomo #BNHA #boku no hero academia #endeavor #oc kids #what we lack #side story but totally just a stand alone todomomo fic #I really really love this verse #-cries-

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yuki-d-raizel-blog · 7 years

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Hero

Chapter 18/??

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Your/Name), (Full/Name)

Summit: It all begin at the Sports Festival when Shouto’s other half met Endevour by mistake. The student never thought to see his partner fight against his father just to show him that he is wrong. It started from that instant, Shouto’s new path started exactly from that moment thanks to his friends and his beloved one.

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After the dinner, Shouto, Midoriya, Ochako and Kirishima are walking to living room again while (Y/N) stayed behind to help her grandfather to clean the kitchen. Near the room they can hear clearly a few voices inside. One is so deep and scary, the other is sly and happy, and another one is softly singing something.

<<Midoriya Izuku. Height, 166 cm. Birthday 7/15. Favorite food, katsudon. Has dark green hair curled to the root, eyes the same color, and some freckles on his cheeks. He is not very good at tying his tie, his body is well trained and has a high pain tolerance.>> that’s the sly voice, <<Quirk, Unknown. Has the strength of countless men… He practically can summon an absolutely stupid amount of power in the twinkling of an eye. However, when he unleashes his strength, somehow, it breaks his bones. Fighting vices: unknown.>>

“How he knows so much about me?” thinks the young boy a little scared, and he proposes to go a bit closer to listen better and see who is inside the room.

<<Kirishima Eijiro. Height, 170cm. Birthday 10/16. Favorite food, meat. Has reddish hair, a little scar on his eye, sharp and shark-like teeth. He often makes his pose, hitting his fists against each other, it’s like his special way of showing his fighting spirit and his fists strangely and somehow make a good and satisfying sound. His body is trained aiming to a good resistance and agility.>> again, why that person knows so much about U.A students? <<Quirk, Dark Hardening. He’s able to make his body harder, and he can maintain it for 10 minutes. Fighting vices: when he turns off his quirk, he need to stop and take a breath, making himself an easy target. He can make his body harder, however if he wants to maintain the hardness to the top, he is unable to move, making him again an easy target. His chin is his weak point.>>

<<He is the kid that lose against the explosive one, right?>> a new voice, this seems depressed? <<And the first one, Izuku was his name? He is the one who broke his bones against the half-half student… His quirk is so similar to (Y/N)’s, am I wrong?>>

<<No.>> is the deep and scary voice, <<(Y/N)’s one is harmful even if she controls it perfectly… Maybe Midoriya-kun has the same type.>> a sigh and he speaks again, <<Anyway, Lenka put down that, if (Y/N) finds us, we are deadly dead.>>

<<Bakugou Katsuki. Height, 172cm. Birthday 20/4. Favorite food, spicy. Has ash blond hair and very spikey. His tolerance level is very small-minded, has a very thick skin and he has a very brawny body even if he looks more slender in his uniform. Quirk, Explosions. With sweat akin to nitroglycerin, he’s able to cause explosions at will from his palms, his ability is undoubtedly boosted by activities that conduce sweating. However, he’s a slow starter in winter and a walking force in summer. The more he sweats, the more the power of his quirk increase. Fighting vices: he has an excellent sense of battle and a sharp instinct, but he’s too short temperate and refuse to collaborate with his teammates.>>

<<What a scary kid…>> whispers the scary voice, but the session is interrupted but the person who was softly singing before, now he’s doing it clearly annoyed.

<<Ah, fucking fuck…! ♩Hello everybody, we’re back in this fucking game! I hate it so much, never beat it, tries for hours and died again! Fucking hell, oh fucking shit, here we go again you bitch!♩ I can’t win this freaking boss!>>

<<What are you doing guys?>> you find the classmates standing in front of the closed door, <<You can go in, you kno->> the girl finds the living room in a mess.

A young man with pale green hair is playing with the PlayStation, a very tall man with dark blues hair is trying to keep the others quiet, a young man with icy hair and eyes, is leg crossed sit in front of the piano, while a pale blond guy, is laid on the sofa holding a notebook.

“My notebook!!” you rush to get it back blushing, but the man jumps up and starts to read again, <<Don’t!>>

<<Let’s see your observations about Todoroki Shouto.>> the man is running all over the room chased by you.

<<I’ll kill you Lenka, don’t you fucking dare!>>

<<Height, 176cm. Birthday 1/11. Favorite food, cold soba.>> the young pale boy is risking his life, but before the girl could caught him, he claims the scary man, and sit on his shoulders, <<Has half white and half red hair, mismatched eyes, a burn on his face, has an impressively toned body for his age and his legs are pretty fast.>>

<<Lenka, I’m not joking, if you stop now and give my notebook back, I will not kill you this instant.>> you can’t do anything to him now, he is too high, you can’t even go near him because the tall man is trying to stop you.

Watching better, Midoriya recognized them, they are the persons that are on (Y/N)’s photo. So, the pale blond guy with a sly voice and was hugging (Y/N) on the picture, is Lenka.

<<Quirk, Fire and Ice. He can make anything that touches his right side freeze over. His left side meanwhile, can blast out scorching hot flames. He has an excellent sense of battle and he is smart, he can think rationally inside the battlefield and never loses his cool.>>

<<Tenka, can you stop your sadistic fucking brother?!>> you shout to the boy who is playing with the console, <<Hello? Earth to Tenka!>>

<<Yeah, yeah. Let me beat the boss first and then I’ll help you.>> he didn’t give you a look.

<<Fighting vices: if he keeps on his freeze power over a long enough stretch, he’ll suffer frostbite himself, so he needs to use the heat of his left side to make his body temperature stable. I wonder what happen if he uses his flames for too long… Oh, what is this?>> Lenka looks better and reads aloud, <<You sign this as a deadly vice. Quite interesting, right (Y/N)?>>

<<This is the last warning, give me that crap back or else... Damn it Shuu, push down that stupid blondie!>>

“So, the pale green boy who was hugging (Y/N) in the picture too, is Tenka and the tall man who was behind the trio is Shuu… The person sit near the piano is the one held by the happy person on the photo…” then Izuku realizes, “Where is the happy person? I don’t see him.”

<<Lenka, you are playing with the hottest fire.>> says the piano guy, <<Don’t upset her. Stop being a kid.>>

<<Come on Joel, you are not curious about (Y/N)’s frie- OW!>> the girl kicked Shuu’s leg bringing him down, and the notebook slides on the floor, <<That’s not fair woman!>> Lenka stands up again and chases the girl to catch the notebook before her, but he fails, so he chooses to fall on her and win with strength, but the girl is a though opponent, <<Quit playing dirty! I was curious about that mortal vice!>>

<<Mind your business blondie!>> she replies stretching her arm to take the notebook outside Lenka’s reach, <<Tenka?!>> the pale green grabs it and reads.

<<Caught ya!!>> the blondie steals your ribbon and runs with his pal.

<<You!>> that ribbon is too important, so you grab their ankles making them fall again, <<Bastards!>> the trio start to argue and fighting like children, they pinch, pull hair and shout against each other, how old are they? Five?

<<Oi….>> behind their back there is something tall… <<We’re not here for this, kids.>> the tall man shows his black circles under his eyes, takes the ribbon and the notebook and gives it to you, <<Here, (Y/N).>>

<<Thanks.>> the man helps you, meanwhile, the classmates are shocked. So much chaos, so quickly… The hell just happened?

<<Oh…>> Shuu grabs Lenka and Tenka’s shirt and pulls them up in front of the U.A students, <<Apologize.>> the two do it immediately because that tone is too scary to deal with, like nope, <<I’m sorry for the mess. I hope you don’t hate (Y/N) now.>>

<<We came here to visit, but when we saw that you brought guests, we decided to come another day, but these stupid wanted to see you at all costs, so…>> Joel walks near you and smiles, <<Sorry, we really mean it.>>

You sigh forgiving them, hide your notebook, fix your hair in a messy chignon, and make everyone take a seat on the sofa, <<Anyway, these are my childhood friends. They are strange but good persons, hope you guys get along with them too.>>

<<Talks the stalke->> you pinch Tenka’s side, making him jump for the pain, <<I forgot how painful are these… I was away for too much time…>> recomposing himself, the guy introduces himself, with the others and all together, bow in front of the students.

The classmates do the same and like nothing happened, everyone starts to chat curious about each other. You go to the kitchen to bring some beverages and snacks, when you feel warm hands on your waist.

<<Your grandpa was right, you lost weight.>> Shouto’s says resting his chin on your shoulder, <<Are you sure you are feeling well? Did we follow Recovery Girl’s instructions correctly, right?>>

<<Don’t worry, dear.>> you caress his hands because you know that he doesn’t like being too much intimate when both aren’t completely alone, <<It always happens when I’m too stressed. The USJ thing, the festival, my grandparents, my childhood friends and now the internship.>>

“She didn’t say anything about my old man… I hope that wasn’t stressful for her.” <<I see. I don’t like seeing you in pain or struggling with something, so if you need help, tell me, ok?>>

The girl doesn’t respond this time, she just smiles and bring the snacks back. Something is tormenting her, but what? Todoroki doesn’t want to force her to talk about it, especially because he remembers (Y/N)’s words, she hates when people do that to her. He would never ever do something that his beloved one hates. He must understand what is tormenting her by himself.

<<So (Y/N), how is your school?>> asks Shuu, <<Do you like it?>>

<<Yes, is interesting.>> you say moving your hands a bit, <<I have All Might as teacher, I was so shocked when I saw him!>> your friends are listening carefully to your words, it seems like they don’t see you for a long time, <<He’s so cute when during a lesson, he pulls out tiny papers where he wrote some advices. He surely is as my mom imagined.>>

The students speak only when they want to say something or agree with you, otherwise, they’re quiet because all of them has this feeling that the last time you saw your friends was long time ago. Suddenly, a knock on the door stops the conversation. Your grandpa walks in frustrated.

<<Sweetie, I’m sorry but…>> he doesn’t want to do what he’s doing, <<Can you come for a bit? They are here and it happened something really bad…>>

As soon the old man finished to say those words, your friends become serious and look at him with fiery gazes. You stay silent for a bit, then sigh and follow him quietly, closing gently the door behind you.

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 21.5, 22, 22.5, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, Last Chapter

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