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Warnings: Canonical child abuse bcs Endeavor. Death threat (minor). Summary:

Posted the Fanfiction Library Discord AU Challange 2022

Shouto Todoroki went missing. As his homeroom teacher, Aizawa is worried responsible for Todoroki’s safety. Yet, the more Aizawa investigates, it seems that there are more at works in Todoroki's disappereace, especially when Todoroki returns without a memory except from waking up in the middle of the woods. Then he went missing again, and returns the same manner. And it seems that Todoroki went missing longer and longer, and woke up even further away.

A certain legend theorized that there will be a point that Todoroki wont return.

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ch1

The voice is faint. It came from the depths of the night.

It whispers from the deepest well of darkness where existence starts and it echoes to the blinding reality of the living world.

When Shouto hears it, it’s like a hook to the soul and it’s pulling him. Reeling in from the beyond, towards a promise.

At the depth of the darkness, there is light, brighter than life.

Aizawa had doubts when he got offered to be a teacher. He remembered being bored to death in school as a student. Now, with the stress of being an underground hero, he’s determined to be a boring teacher. Efficient, but boring, bland, and straight to the point. Sucks to be him because being class 1-A’s homeroom teacher is anything but boring. The kids always gottem themselves into something, always some drama happening, and stumbled on some life-endangering things. Guiding them through their hellish first year, it’s hard to not admit that he’s a little attached to these tough-as-nails children, but good god Aizawa would’ve loved a break.

Said break seems to be coming as their schooling returns at a steady, regular, boring pace as a normal school with normal kids would.

The moment he thinks that, he siked himself.

He’s particularly late one morning after pulling an all-nighter grading their quiz and covering Joke’s nightshift. He’s tired and a little light-headed, so he’s finding comfort to be as boring as possible in class. So much that he didn’t realize that Todoroki is missing until he calls his name in roll call.

“Where’s Todoroki?” He asks, and instantly, the whole room tensed.

“Sir, didn’t you permit him to go home yesterday?” Midoriya says, panic in his eyes.

Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows, “No, I didn’t.”

Midoriya whips his head to Momo who whips her head at Bakugo who whips his head at Iida who whips his head at Hagakure and… he doesn’t know where Hagakure whips her head to. They started whispering under their breath that had become accumulative bickering.

“Silence,” Aizawa slams his hand on the podium, getting their attention. “Where is Todoroki?”

“Shouto left the dorm yesterday approximately a little after 10 PM,” Momo says. “He said he’s going home. I… I don’t think he told us that he had permission,” Momo glances at her schoolmates, “We just assume he had your permission because he said it was okay.”

Aizawa groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, futilely trying to stop the oncoming headache. Of course, something has to happen when he’s sleep deprived to hell.

“I’ll call him, read page 60 to 64.”

Aizawa stands in the corridor as he calls the Todoroki’s phone. It rings and rings and he doesn’t pick up. He calls again, to no avail. Aizawa grunts and calls Todoroki’s residence, but once again, no one picked up.

“Fuck this.” Aizawa is too tired for this. He calls Endeavor, and that workaholic better picks up or he’s gonna start throwing hands.

“Whoah! Sho, you look like you haven’t slept in a century,” Hizashi says, two cups of coffee in his hands. Aizawa sees a halo behind his husband and angels singing around him.

“It felt like it. Thanks.” Aizawa accepts the coffee, gulping it down even though it’s burning hot.

“What’s wrong?” Hizashi asks, the default cheerfulness cranked down to worry. “You’re pissed.”

“Todoroki went home last night. He’s said to everyone that he has permission from me.”

“Wait, that’s not right, we had roll call last night, he’s there.”

“This happens after.”

“Which means the security would’ve alerted us if the students are out at curfew.”

Endeavor didn’t pick up, damn him.

“Check the CCTV, I’m getting his sister’s number.”

“On it.”

They part ways and Aizawa is calling Endeavor again while he’s walking to his office to find Todoroki’s student records. Aizawa’s patience snapped when Endeavor doesn’t pick up again. Toshinori walks in as Aizawa furiously typed Fuyumi Todoroki’s name on his phone.

“You call Natsuo,” Aizawa gruffly commands. He wants to get this done so he can go back to teaching.

“What’s going on?” Toshinori ask.

“Todoroki went home without permission.”

“Hello?” Says a woman’s voice at the end of the line, Aizawa felt so much relief, but not for long.

“Hello, this is Aizawa, hero code: Eraser Head. I’m calling about Todoroki Shouto, is he at home with you?”

“Wait, he’s home? I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.”

Cold water washes over Aizawa’s back. There’s a gnawing bad feeling clutching his chest.

“Where are you now?” Aizawa asks, masking the panic in his voice, but not his face.

“I-I’m at my apartment. I live in another town. Aizawa-san, what’s going on?”

“Get someone to Todoroki’s house,” Aizawa commands his senior in dire, thankfully Toshinori doesn’t question it and transformed into All Might, disappearing in a gust of wind.

“Aizawa-san?” Fuyumi’s voice began to panic.

“Don’t worry, Todoroki-san. Your brother is just skipping class and went out of the dorm at curfew.”

“That doesn’t sound like Shouto.”

Yeah, no shit, that’s why Aizawa got a bad feeling about this. “I’ll call you again once we found him.”

Aizawa doesn’t get to hear her reply and hangs up. As soon as he does, All Might called him.

“Todoroki isn’t home.”

Aizawa held his breath for a second, a loud thump on his chest, “How do you know?”

“I found Endeavor and he lets me in. Aizawa, Endeavor didn’t know Todoroki is coming home as well.”

Aizawa felt the pulse in his whole body, worry changed into laser focus, “Hizashi is going through the dorm’s CCTV, I’m going back to class to ask for clues.”

“He might be at Natsuo’s place, there’s no need to panic yet.”

Aizawa inhales sharply, “I’m not panicking, but we can’t take any chances. You know the first 48 hours of the disappearance is the most critical time to find a missing person.”

Aizawa hears a cold scoff, “He probably ran away,” Endeavor says, loud and clear despite being far.

“Oh? Has he always been running away from your home, Endeavor?” Aizawa says with the bitterness of a crushed aspirin in your mouth.

Endeavor doesn’t speak again, and Aizawa hung up with a quick, “I’ll text you data from the surveillance.”

Aizawa speed walks his way to the security and found Hizashi turning into the corridor, there’s a worried look there on his husband’s face.

“He’s not caught on our surveillance,” Hizashi says with a knot between his eyebrows. “I thought he might be in his room, but I checked, the whole dorm too, but he isn’t there. He left his phone behind. Sho, what’s going on?”

“Todoroki isn’t in his home, All Might checked.”

“Damn, this is weird. This isn’t like Todoroki at all.”

“I know, I got a bad feeling about this Zashi.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Hizashi says, grabbing Aizawa’s arm, “We’ll find him.”

They separate ways again. Hizashi alerts the teachers and Aizawa calls Natsuo Todoroki as he speeds walk to class. He picks up on the first ring, and Aizawa prayed to all the entities he can think of that Todoroki is there.

But he isn’t.

Aizawa had to calm another Todoroki and say that he’ll find the youngest Todoroki. He runs to his class to inform his students about the recent development, hoping they can give him more information about Todoroki at that moment.

There’s a chance that they can still find Todoroki.

One in tenth chance.

Aizawa slams the door open, and the students are crowding in the center of the class.

“What’s going on here?” he raises his voice.

The swarm of students parted, and right at the center, Todoroki is staring back at him. Looking like he ran a marathon, his uniform is a mess as if he put it on in a hurry.

“Sorry I’m late,” Todoroki said in caving breath. “I woke up in the middle of the woods, and I didn’t have my phone with me.”

++++

The tension is so thick a spoon would bend if you tried to scoop it. Todoroki is sitting at the principal’s office. Nedzu is ever smiling, Todoroki is sipping his water slowly, his body slumped at the chair and the bags under his eyes show that he hadn’t slept all night. Aizawa is by Nedzu’s side, washing down his painkiller with another cup of coffee. All Might in on the other side, looking very worried.

“So, Todoroki,” Nedzu starts, getting the attention from Todoroki’s tired eyes. “Where were you?”

“I don’t know, some woods.” Todoroki pauses, “I flag a taxi to the train station once I found a road.” Todoroki tilts his head, “He said I’m in Hinode.”

“That’s far,” All Might mumbles.

“Not too far.” Aizawa says, taking out his phone to see google maps, “That’s an hour away by train.”

“Ah, I think…” Todoroki scratches his head, “I think I walked.”

“You think?” Aizawa narrows his eyes.

“I remember walking through a place, just not the woods… and I don’t remember why.”

“Is there anything you remember?” All Might says.

Todoroki hums, his face is as stoic as ever, but the pause is long, as if he’s unsure whether to tell or not.

“I… I remember feeling free.”

Ch2

“He’s lying to you,” says Endeavor, his face ablaze with fire, he came to Yuuei with his hero uniform. “Shouto often does this, he usually came home just fine.”

All Might frowns, upset at the behavior of his previous classmate and fellow hero, “And you’ve done nothing about this?”

“Of course I did. No matter how many times I punish him, he never stopped running away from home.”

All Might’s frown deepens, and the upsetness had become a disappointment. “Enji, Shouto is sleepwalking. He doesn’t need punishment, he needs help, professional help!”

“I’m a professional.”

“Not that kind!” All Might raises his voice in frustration, “He needs psychologists, psychiatrists, counselors, therapists! Someone to work through his psyche!”

Endeavor looks at him with a chilling stoic expression, “He doesn’t need things like that, he only needs to be strong.”

You can hear a pin drop at how quiet the room became.

“My dear friend,” Toshinori says grimly, “you’re no longer the Enji I once knew.”

++++

For the weeks that follow, Todoroki looks more aloof than usual. Sometimes Aizawa would overhear his friends coaxing Todoroki to see a professional about his sleepwalking.

Shouto says he’ll think about it, but since it doesn’t happen again, he’s not much in a hurry.

Summer vacation happened. The kids return to their homes to spend with family, and some of them work as part-time heroes.

Todoroki does as well, and Aizawa works with him at times.

Enough to be familiar.

Enough to be one of the first people to hear his second disappearance.

++++

It wasn’t even Endeavor who reported his disappearance, it was his fellow part-timer, Bakugo and Midoriya. One day Todoroki didn’t come to work. Endeavor had been furious about it, but didn’t let his son's disappearance hold him back from work. The two asked Endeavor for access to the Todoroki house, finding no one there, and here they are, panically(Midoriya) and impatiently(Bakugo) babbling at Aizawa about Todoroki’s disappearance.

Knowing that Todoroki often sleepwalks safely, Aizawa isn’t too wary.

Though it didn’t last long when Todoroki doesn’t turn up for the whole day.

They did a full-on search all over Tokyo, even Endeavor started to bristle a little.

“He never disappeared for a full day before,” Endeavor had said, fists clenched angrily. A red flag reaction from a parent that had lost their child.

Aizawa puts the thought aside to focus on finding Todoroki.

Todoroki showed up two days after he was gone, walking out of the dorms in his hero uniform, disoriented, wide-eyed, and thinking he was late for work as he walks into Aizawa who was on the way to supplementary class.

Todoroki woke up in Shizuoka, right next to Mount Fuji. 140km away from home.

Todoroki doesn’t look like someone who just went missing or sleepwalking for two days. He looks tired sure, but there are no wounds on his body, he doesn’t look pale or gaunt from not eating nor drinking in two days, no sign of complete fatigue. Endeavor still thinks that Shouto is being rebellious, but Aizawa thinks that perhaps this is a rare case of sleepwalking.

Then it leaked to the public how Todoroki was sleepwalking and went missing for three days, and it seems that some people have other theories.

***We are nearing the fiftieth year of the Nation's most famous supernatural unsolved occurrence of ‘The Medusa,’ a being that’s turning our children into small stones of clear gems. It is theorized that The Medusa is a vengeful spirit of a mistress that lashes out at their lover’s family, hence turning children into stones. This theory is formed from the storyline of its victim 20 years ago, Yukako Ino.

It has been ten years since the Medusa the last strike and 9-year-old Fukaku Ichiji cease to exist except for the crystals left behind in his room. As reported, The Medusa strikes every ten years and currently, the son of our Number two hero, Todoroki Shouto, had gone missing for two days before being found just yesterday. The same thing happened to Fukaku Ichiji who has a history of going missing for a day or two before going missing permanently with nothing but clear crystals left in his room. Intel says that Todoroki Shouto has no memory at all as he went missing. News personnel tried to interview Todoroki Shouto, but as of currently, the police don’t make the investigation open.

Could this be another work of The Medusa? Or another older legend such as the Neverland Fairy, whose stories go back to the 1800s when kids are sleepwalking, leaving moondust in their beds. Or an even older fairytale story of The Withering Seawitch that came crawling for her kidnapped children by the pirates and turned children in her way into sea glass.

Whether there’s a perpetrator spiriting away children, or if this is a work of a legend larger than us, we’ll explore all these theories in our 5 part supernatural investigation series right here on yout-***

“…”

“That’s fucking stupid!”

Why thank you Bakugo, as if that needs to be voiced to the entire dorm through your megaphone voice.

“Sorry sorry! I’ll turn it off,” Kirishima says, closing the mystery youtube video.

“Speak not of what you know little of,” Chiyo said, walking into the dorm common room with Todoroki in tow who looks blank as always.

“You think the Medusa is real?” Mina pipes.

“The legend has many names,” Chiyo grunts walking to the center of the room. “Some say it’s the goddess of the sea, leaving behind sea glasses as she took children to the sea. Some say the children were turned into diamonds for their greed by a spirit of an emperor. Despite so, I know of cases like these ever since I can remember.”

“Like The Neverland fairy, kero?”

“The Neverland Fairy is bullshit!” Bakugo barks, “That’s just superstitious fiction, this is obviously an act of a pedophile with an obnoxious quirk!”

“That’s right! It’s definitely the Medusa,” Kaminari says, making half the students groan.

“The fact remains that children had been missing. Best you all be careful. Keep an eye on em’.” Chiyo says to Aizawa.

“We’re not children anymore, Chiyo-san. We’re going to be fully prepared!” Iida says with a salute.

Chiyo sighs, “oh you sweet summer child.”

“Anyway, as I was saying before you all ignore me for a conspiracy youtube video,” Aizawa scolds and explains the new rules about the dormitory for the sake of Todoroki’s safety. Lockdown at 9 PM, and camera right outside of Todoroki’s room.

Not voiced to the class, Todoroki will have sessions with a psychologist guarded by one of the teachers.

It had been a wrestle or two between All Might and Endeavor to make the fire ‘pro-hero’ agree to it since Todoroki is a minor and can’t make appointments by himself. It takes a chilling remark from Nedzu that noting Endeavor’s rejection means that the school has a right to tip the police about child neglect. It would’ve been easy, especially when Todoroki’s sleepwalking tendencies had gone national. The teenager in question, however, is quite as ever. He doesn’t reject the idea of going to a psychologist, but he doesn’t particularly agree either.

It puts another weight on the balance of Aizawa’s mental scale, heavier on the ‘shit’s gone wrong’ instead of ‘shit’s fine.’

Todoroki went to one session, and he doesn’t look any different after. Aizawa can’t ask the psychologist either. It could be just how Todoroki is, but he senses something is terribly wrong.

So, when Aizawa drove Todoroki home, he asks, “How’s the session?”

Todoroki glances at Aizawa, seemingly surprised of being asked, “I just talk the entire time, I don’t know how it’ll help.”

Aizawa nods, “That’s how therapy is at the beginning, you talk about everything about yourself so the professional knows what to do.”

The boy pauses for a while before saying, “Everything?”

“Yup, everything.”

“But, what if they did something with that information?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… use it against you?” Todoroki began to look a little less stoic, picking at his nails. “I’m not just any teenager, I’m Endeavor’s.”

“That’s true, but at some point, you gotta do what’s good for Todoroki Shouto instead of what’s good for Endeavor’s son.”

Todoroki stare at him wide-eyed and return those piercing eyes out the road again as if he’d seen the miles ahead. “How do you decide that?”

“Decide what?”

“What’s good for you.”

Aizawa thinks a little, “For a start, what makes you happy?”

“I don’t know.”

Aizawa felt a pinch in his chest, “What about the last thing that made you happy?”

It’s a long pause until Todoroki answers with a hauntingly empty tone, “I don’t remember.”

ch3

It doesn’t take long for Todoroki to go missing again despite the cameras, despite the curfew. Todoroki went out the window if the open balcony has any indication. Once again, he went out like he is. No phone, no thicker clothes despite the colder weather, not even shoes.

It’s starting to gain serious attention when Todoroki’s disappearance turns into a week.

Natsuo and Fuyumi are contacted when they reached day four. Both of them quickly briefed through the calls. Fuyumi stutters over excuses while Natsuo goes very quiet, it spells trouble and secrecy. Aizawa questions them for it, that Endeavor had said this had happened before.

“Natsuo and I weren’t close with Shouto at that point. We’ve… only been getting closer lately when he enrolled Yuuei,” Fuyumi admits with great shame. “But, back then, I often saw him walking around the house late at night. Whenever I tried to call him, he never responded, Natsuo had the same experience. I thought he just hated us back then…” Fuyumi pauses, then continues with hitched breaths, “I never knew it was sleepwalking.”

Aizawa tried very hard to sympathize with her as she cried through minutes over the calls, but it was hard. He tried to understand that the older Todorokis had been children too, but it’s hard, hard to be patient when each second is precious time to find the missing Todoroki. He knew, if pattern willing, that Todoroki will turn out fine, but the days are gaining and none of the present adults are taking any chances.

Natsuo flew over to help look. Aizawa grills him with the same questions as Fuyumi’s and gets a whole other story.

“I got in front of him at one time, said his name, shakes his shoulder, nothing. It’s pretty obvious he was sleepwalking.” Natsuo folds his arms tightly, lips pressed into a hard line. “I once saw him jump over his window… his second story window. I panicked, but then I found him in the garden just standing there, he’s fine… just… staring at the moon.”

None of what they said helped at all. They said Todoroki had never ventured far when he was sleepwalking, providing no clue where he could’ve gone now that Todoroki ventured far.

Class 1-A grows anxious. So does Endeavor finally, after the sixth day.

They hadn’t ask public help yet, they almost do until Todoroki turns up like he does every other time, casually. He's in his uniform at 7 o’clock, strolling down the corridor every single student is staring at him, including his classmates and the teachers when he steps into the class.

“What? I’m not late am I?” Todoroki asks as he checks his phone. “Oh, sorry I’m late.”

Aizawa knows Todoroki isn’t one to lie. So when Todoroki’s flat face twists in shock when they told him he’d been missing for a week, it’s worryingly believable.

Once again, he woke up in the woods, in Kyoto this time. Even further south away than last time, Midoriya had noted.

They tried to find out why he was going that way but none of the Todorokis had ever been helpful. Same with his classmates but, between the two, one certainly put more effort than the other.

“If Todoroki is sleepwalking, then he must’ve followed his subconscious, have you ever wanted to go somewhere Todoroki?”

“You’re probably dreaming something that made your body move, so try to fucking remember what you dreamed of, fire popsicle!”

“I have heard of pigeons able to feel the magnetic pull of gravity, perhaps humans subconsciously able to feel something familiar, and Todoroki seems to be following such subconscious if he is walking constantly south when he’s sleepwalking.”

“Bruh, so does that mean Todoroki is kinda half pigeons?” Kaminari gets hit.

“I think we have to look into the fairy tales. This could’ve been the work of The Medusa, or the Neverland Fairy, or the Seawitch, or-!”

“All of the legends said that they made kids left behind crystals though, Todoroki only sleepwalks.”

“Do you see any crystals in your room, kero?”

The whole class of 1-A turns to Todoroki simultaneously, turning away from two mind map boards that hold two wildly different theories.

Todoroki blinks, “Uh… no. At least, I don’t see it.”

“I think we should check thoroughly, just in case,” Says Urakara.

“Oooh~~ I should join you. Finding glinting sparkling things is my specialty,” says Aoyama.

“And mine!” Says Dark Shadow.

And so half the students went up to Todoroki’s room, completely ignoring Aizawa who just stepped into their dorm for roll call. The other half went back to bicker, torn between finding a path through finding other disappearances or through psychology. There’s a third little mind map that started with the fairy tales as the base theory but it’s unpopular.

Aizawa’s tiredness was helped a little after seeing the touching gesture, Todoroki himself doesn’t seem to think so.

Todoroki slips away from the crowd and is the first person to notice Aizawa there.

“Oh, hello sensei,” Todoroki bows politely. His voice is soft enough that no one hears him address their homeroom teacher.

Aizawa decides to hang back with Todoroki.

“You seem overwhelmed,” Aizawa opens as Todoroki sips from a glass of water.

“What does that mean?”

Oh boy. “Like it’s too much for you.”

The boy hums, “Kind of… I don’t mind it. I’m just confused.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why they’re going through so much trouble just for sleepwalking.”

“It isn’t just sleepwalking,” Aizawa says with a tinge of obviousness. “You were gone for days, and it happened three times.”

“So?”

Now, how does Aizawa unpacks that? Todoroki had said it so casually, so meaninglessly, that all the weight that’s supposed to be there lays heavy atop Aizawa’s chest.

“They’re worried about you, Todoroki,” Aizawa says. “When someone precious is taken from you, you miss them, you get worried, you’d do anything to make them safe and stay close.”

At that explanation, Todoroki’s eyes widened yet again, then softens dejectedly, “oh.”

“What?”

“I don’t feel that way about my mom.”

Todoroki’s mom, well that’s a mystery on its own. She’s at a mental hospital after a psychotic break that causes Todoroki’s burn mark. And yet, he doesn’t look like he hates her. On the contrary, he looks like he misses her. Talked about her fondly as if reminiscing the past.

“People love in different ways.”

“I… I see,” Todoroki says, not seeming to understand at all. “Perhaps I’m biologically inclined to love my mother, but why would they?”

And Aizawa thought the kid had stopped dropping bags of trauma to unpack. “You’re their friend, Todoroki. Friends cherish each other.”

Todoroki blinks and pauses before looking at the crowd of kids desperately trying to stop Todoroki from sleepwalking.

“Oh… I never had friends before.”

“Well, you do now. How does it feel?”

Another pause. Todoroki is watching how his classmates are setting shifts to sleep over in Todoroki’s room.

It’s a rare thing for Todoroki to smile, even if it’s a small barely recognizable thing, “It feels nice.”

+++++

Dabi happened. Airing the child abuse right there and then to the whole Japan. And yet, the villain Todoroki seems to also blame the youngest Todoroki, aiming to kill him too.

It was the last thing Aizawa remembered before passing out.

When Aizawa woke up, he lost an eye, and Todoroki had been missing for three weeks.

Recovery be damned, Aizawa goes back to work, not heeding the advice of doctors, his husband, and all of the people that visit him.

What starts as a search for a missing person case at that point of week three had become a full investigation of child abduction. Aizawa is quickly briefed about the case. When Todoroki woke up at the hospital caused by Dabi’s attempt to kill him, it is reported that Todoroki had become uncharacteristically quiet and aloof. Some students report that though it is his natural characteristic, it is notable that in the face of such tragedy, the behavior is abnormal. Even so, the police note that Todoroki could’ve been in shock. He was visited by his family, including his mother, then all of them visit Endeavor’s room. The Todoroki family talks about their family and their guilt about raising Touya.

The night of that day, Todoroki’s heart monitor stops at 2 AM. The doctors and nurses rushed in to find Todoroki missing, and an open window. There is no sign of blood, nor any visual of Todoroki in the hospital’s CCTV perimeter.

Detective Tsukauchi is already knee-deep involved as well, investigating thoroughly of the Todoroki’s family, and to Aizawa’s surprise, there are some points from 1-A’s brainstorming mindmaps.

“Really, you’re putting an urban legend as one of the possibilities?” Aizawa says as he reads Tsukauchi’s report.

“It has some truth to it, The Medusa,” The detective says, leaning back on his creaking chair. “We filed it as a serial kidnapper of course, there’s no such thing as a legend. Just people with quirks.” Tsukauchi bends under his desk and whips out a 5 cm thick file. “Same M.O. Same date. Happens every decade. We could track it back to fifty years ago.”

Aizawa took that file and skim it for five minutes and the detective waits as he sips his coffee.

The ongoing case of the serial child kidnapper has a lot of names as Chiyo said. There is a series of disappearances every decade. The victims are children under 13 with various backgrounds. The only thing that tied them together are clear crystals left behind. Yet, the more Aizawa read the cases, the less he understood the reason Tsukauchi put this here.

Until he reads the last case that happens ten years ago to a nine-year-old boy.

“So, one in five had tendencies of sleepwalking too, and that’s enough to tie it down to Todoroki’s case?”

“We’re dealing with a high-profile case that has close to zero evidence. Every little thing counts.”

“It’s been happening for every decade over the last 50 years, which means the perpetrator is what? 65 to 80 years old?”

“This is a work of a quirk. There could’ve been little to no effort from the perpetrator.”

“That’s one big ‘what if’,” Aizawa sighs. “What about the possibility of it being a medical condition?” Aizawa says. “His mother is schizophrenic, could be hereditary. Also, it seems that his sleepwalking is triggered by stress.”

That last bit got the detective perked up, “What made you think so?”

“The first one was after Provisional Hero License Exam, All Might himself told me how antagonizing Endeavor was at his side. I’m not sure about the second one, but he was home for the summer and part timing under Endeavor. The third disappearance happens after he visits his mom. I know he hasn’t had a good relationship with his mom as well. And the fourth one…”

“Dabi,” Tsukauchi finishes with a sigh and a pinch to his bridge. “Psychological causes should’ve been cleared before all this investigation madness.”

“I know, so what are you doing?”

“Thing is, I already asked for Todoroki Shouto’s psychology screening from Endeavor,” the detective says spitting at the number one’s hero name. “It’s as legit as it is.”

“Todoroki only has one psychologist, Harumi Ito. Is it from her?”

“No… Dammit. If he’s going this far to fake a psychology screening then he has something to hide. We’d need to investigate him.”

“Before that, we need to find Todoroki first.”

They never did, just like every time.

School resumes just like always a week after Todoroki’s disappearance. Aizawa returns a month after Todoroki’s disappearance with a heavy heart, a tense classroom, and a pile of homework that needs grading. The investigation is still ongoing, it just doesn’t have a lot of promise. Todoroki is gone as if the earth swallowed him.

When the door opens, the room got even denser with tenseness.

“Sorry I’m late, Aizawa-sensei,” Todoroki says, casual as a breeze.

The tense silence snaps with a loud bang of loud explosions, cries, shouts, and multiple full-body tackles.

While the kids have a tearful reunion, Aizawa hangs back to watch. Todoroki’s wound hadn’t healed when he left. Unattended, those wounds should’ve scarred. After a check-up, Todoroki is unscathed, as if he never had the wound to begin with.

If this is truly a work of a vengeful perpetrator like Medusa, why would they heal him?

ch4

(warning: death threat)

Endeavor is under investigation for child abuse. He came out clean in the end.

His excuse for lying about forging Todoroki’s psychology screening is to speed up the investigation to find his son. Some people seem to buy into that bullshit, including most of the people in Japan while the rest are in fury.

The only one who doesn’t seem to have much reaction to it, is Todoroki.

“I don’t care about him, so I don’t really have any opinion about it,” Todoroki said when his classmates asked him what he thinks about Endeavor getting his ‘unworthy’ first place. “I also don’t know much about Touya, I was too young and already secluded when he presumably died. I was secluded from my siblings all my childhood life, then as I grow up, they don’t talk to me. We only do lately, even then they don’t talk to me about Touya,” he says again when his friends asked what he and his family feel about Touya.

His classmates feel sorry for him, but for Aizawa, it waves a dozen red flags. What kind of father secluded their son from other kids? For what?

“So, I can focus on training,” Todoroki answers when Aizawa asks him a few days after he returns the fourth time. “He can’t have me fail to be number one. I am finally the perfect child for him. The only perfect child standing.”

Aizawa tried, very hard, to not dig his nails into his palms, “I don’t think that’s any way to treat a perfect child.”

“No?” Todoroki tilts his head confusedly.

“And there’s no such thing as a perfect child.”

“To him there is.”

“And what does that mean?”

“A strong quirk,” Todoroki says blandly. “I’m perfect because I have equal strength of my mom’s ice quirk and Endeavor’s fire. My quirk balances each other in a way that his quirk can’t. In his eyes, my quirk has no weakness, perfect.”

Aizawa bites back a remark that that’s not how a parent should see their child. That’s how a person sees an asset. Aizawa really doesn’t like Endeavor, never really works with someone flashy, but at this moment, he wants to be accusing. Quirk marriages are illegal, quirk breeding even more so, and that’s exactly what Endeavor did. And from what Aizawa hears, Rei Todoroki is coming home, Fuyumi had forgiven him, and Todoroki himself doesn’t seem to have the self-preservation to be angry at his father.

“Have you ever gotten angry at your dad, at all?” Aizawa says, masking the desperation behind his flat tone.

“Of course I did, he’s the reason I have no family.”

A hammer bangs against Aizawa’s chest, “You do have a family, Todoroki. Isn’t your mom coming home?”

“She does, but she never looks at me in the eyes because of her guilt, even though I said I’ve forgiven her. Fuyumi forgives Endeavor, despite everything. Natsuo doesn’t, so he’s barely home. Touya left. Then there’s me.” Todoroki glances to his lap, flat-faced, hollow-toned, “Just me.”

“No,” Aizawa says firmly that Todoroki looks up from his lap, “Not just you.”

Aizawa lets him be and Todoroki returns to his usual gang of Midoriya, Bakugo, Momo, Urakara, Iida, Tsuyu, and Kirishima. They all seem casual, but Aizawa can see how Bakugo looks at Aizawa warily, how Momo watches Todoroki closely, how Midoriya rambles to cheer him up, and how Kirishima put his arm on his shoulder, how protective they are all of him.

Maybe not now, but one-day Todoroki will learn that he isn’t alone.

When Todoroki went missing for the fifth time, Aizawa fears that he never will.

+++

When Shouto opens his eyes, the night becomes day.

The dark and cold room becomes bright, glittery, and warm. It’s strange because outside the window, it’s still night, but in his room, it’s as if he turned the lights on. He hadn’t. He follows the source of bright light to a pair of iridescent wings flapping behind her small body as she lands right on his tucked knees.

Shouto ceases his crying when she starts to giggle, entranced at her brightness and the way she shines as if she’s the stars in the sky that came down to earth to play.

“What’s your quirk?” Shouto asks innocently.

The small person giggles again, “I’m nothing like that, I’m a fairy!”

“A fairy? What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m small, and I have wings.” She tilts her head, her puff of pastel blue hair ruffled at the gesture. “What happened to your eye?”

Shouto instinctually held the bandage over his left eye. It still hurts, he can’t sleep because of it, even when he’s so tired. Whenever he felt the pain, he’s always reminded of his mom. That expression of hate towards him, then guilt, then devastation, then that detached look as she walked away to the ambulance. Shouto misses her, but he’s also afraid to see her again. She either hates him or can’t see him.

And the eye always hurt. It’s been weeks since his mom left but it still hurts. His dad doesn’t take him to a hospital, only an old doctor he often sees when training left him with broken bones.

“Aw, don’t cry!” the fairy says, flying over to get closer to Shouto’s face. Her tiny hands are wiping his tears away, and the tears look like buckets of water in her hands. She pulls a wand from her back, and with a swing, Shouto’s tears float into blobs of water and they turned into three clear crystals. They shine and glint in the light that she emits.

Shouto’s eye widens, “Whoa!” she floats it on top of his palm. He’s mesmerized at how shiny and sparkly the crystals are. “It’s beautiful, what are you gonna do with it?”

The fairy giggles, “It’s yours silly, it’s made from your tears after all!”

“Thank you!”

“All in the day's work of your guardian fairy!”

“My guardian fairy?”

“Yup! I’m here to protect you, and to make everything alright. Like this!” She takes a crystal and twirls her wand around it. The crystal becomes a bright light at the top of her wand and she taps it on his bandage. In an instant, the pain is completely gone.

“It-it doesn’t hurt anymore!” Shouto slowly smiles, his only open eye twinkling at the fairy, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Nope, nothing! I can grant all your wishes!”

Shouto smiles excitedly, then he begun to think. What does he truly want? The answer that pops at the front of his mind sounds too good to be true, but he desperately wants it to.

“Can… Can you make my mom loves me?” Shouto asks meekly.

To that, the fairy smiles cheerfully, “Of course I can, but for that, you have to come with me.” She takes the remaining crystal and twirls it with her wand. The crystal became light, and the light became a stair that goes down from his window. She opens the window and waves at him, “So? Are you coming?”

Shouto looks outside the window, and it’s his mom. His mom is here in her sunny dress, waving at him, and she’s smiling like she used to.

Shouto lights up, jumping out the window.

“You… I’ve seen you before,” Shouto says, and it felt like he had done this a million times when he was small, but he only remembers a handful in his childhood of a soft-haired fairy that brings daylight and takes him away to a good dream.

“Hello, friend!” She flew inside the house, hovering right in front of Todoroki’s face. She waves her wand and the tears that have been pouring down his face form into clear crystals. “There you go!”

Shouto blinks, not quite believing what he just witnessed nor had he registered the crystals in his hand came from his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I sense that you’re sad! And since I’m your guardian fairy, I’m here to make it all alright. What troubles you, friend?” she asks, landing on Shouto’s shoulder.

He sniffs and slumps to the walls. If this is a dream, then might as well. It’s not like he didn’t want to have someone to talk to. “Someone said I’m just like my dad. He apologized but, I can’t get his words out of my head. That’s two now… I wish he’s never a part of my life, ever.”

“I can make that happen!” she says cheerfully.

And it’s mental how Shouto is listening to what possibly is his hallucination.

“Come on! I’ll show you!” She takes the crystals and makes a hole on the wall towards a long way to a vine gate. It looks like a luscious garden with no one around.

Now he knows he’s dreaming, there’s no way there’s a straight path behind the wall of the 4th story room.

The garden looks peaceful without any pair of eyes that would see his dad in him.

So, he went.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Watch your language Shouto.”

“I’m not marrying a fucking girl you chose for me,” Shouto takes the Omiai prospects book and throws it on the floor. (Omiai is a traditional method to find a spouse in Japan. It is an arranged meeting between two people looking for someone to marry.) Pictures of girls of Endeavors choosing scatter all over the floor. Endeavor watches them silently, but the fire in his face burns bigger and hotter. Endeavor then glares those cold eyes his way, and it’s one of the looks he gave before he’ll ground Shouto. Grounding means one of his comics will burn away, or it could be his phone taken away. But Shouto is so fucking angry he doesn’t care. “I am not you. I will NOT have a quirk marriage.”

“Don’t be difficult, this is what you’re here for.”

“I thought I’m here to accomplish what you’re too incompetent to do yourself.”

Endeavor grows his fire to form a whip to slash his left, as he always does when he’s angry. Shouto expects it and shields himself. He’s fine, but it’s been a while since Endeavor strikes him like that, his heart is running.

“YOU are here to continue our legacy,” Endeavor growls lowly, his cyan eyes furrowing dangerously. “Remember that you owe your power to me, Shouto. You are my creation, you are my blood, you are my masterpiece. I made you who you are. I made you have your quirk and your strength! Don’t dare to think to bite the hand that feeds you.”

“I will be stronger than you, and by then you could never control me,” Shouto puffs his chest.

Endeavor chuckles lowly, “You’re naïve, child. You think I couldn’t have killed you here and now?”

Shouto’s blood runs cold. His glares widen in shock and he steps back. For a moment there, he thought that Endeavor had looked equally surprised as well, but his expression returns to be severe as always. Shouto hates how shaken he is. He doesn’t want to show weakness, not in front of Endeavor.

“I gave you these Omiai candidates now so you can choose which one interest you and garner a relationship with before your marriage. I’m giving you a choice and time to get to know them. To think you’d be grateful,” Endeavor says coldly. “If you don’t choose, then I’ll decide for you, and believe me, nothing you could’ve done by then.”

Shouto is too shocked to say anything in retort, but he’s angry. So angry that he can’t do anything but shake in place. His anger isn’t offensive anymore, not standing nose to nose with the abomination that is his sperm donor. His anger is in the caved breathing of his hunched posture, far away from Endeavor, glaring at him like a cornered cat. Shouto watches Endeavor and his cold expressionless eyes walk out of the room and hear the front door close before he feels like an invisible chokehold on his neck finally let go.

His breathing comes out in gasps. He tried to calm himself, tried to make deep even breaths but he couldn’t. Frustrated tears fall down his face. He takes the book, takes every picture, and burns it in his hand, but his clenched fists are still shaking. Shouto gasps, turning away from the room and to his bedroom, hoping the familiarity helped. It didn’t. It’s not until he admits the fear that his legs finally give in. Landing on the tatami, Shouto presses his tightly clenched fists on his eyes, trying to stop, but he couldn’t.

Sure, there are times in training that it had hurt so much it felt like he was dying, but he’d never thought… He’d never thought Endeavor would’ve killed him. He hates Endeavor, he never wants to call him his father, not even in his heart. He knew that Shouto is just an asset to Endeavor as well, but… Endeavor wouldn’t… right? Shouto is perfect, he wouldn’t, shouldn’t have, but… he said he could, which means he had thought that he would’ve… No, that’s not right, is it? No…

Red flashes behind his shut eyelids. When he opens his eyes, the fairy already has a worried expression.

“Shouto?”

Shouto smiles a little at her brightness and the slight hint of warmth from her light. She’s the only comfort he has right now and it’s hard to not put his guard down and slump despite how strange her presence is.

She gently lands on his knees and pats his fists, “Please open up your hands,” she says softly.

Shouto opens his fists to eight bleeding half moons on his palms. She twirls her wand, and his tears turn into dozens of crystals that fall to his lap and onto the floor into a low clatter. He hadn’t even realized he was crying. She takes one, it became light that seeps into the open wound. Shortly after, the wound is gone and the fairy gently rubs his palm. “Good as new! You’re alright now.”

Her care and her gentle tone made Shouto’s heart squeeze, and another tear rolls down his face, turning into a single crystal. The fairy sits on his palm and rubs his wrist soothingly, letting Shouto shake from anger and catch up on his breathing.

“What is it?” The fairy says softly after Shouto finally calmed down enough to stop shaking.

“I hate him, I always hate him, but I never thought I’d feel unsafe with him. I feel so stupid, of course I’ve been unsafe. It’s just… it made me think… whether he ever planned to kill me if I… If I ‘failed’ his expectations. Whether it’s what happened to Touya…” Shouto bites his lips, frustrated and ashamed as he whispered, “I’m scared. I’m scared of him. I feel like such a coward.”

“No, you’re not!” The fairy exclaimed. “Your family should have never made you feel unsafe to begin with!”

“He’s not my family… he’s…” Shouto wants to deny it but if his denial is true then it shouldn’t have hurt. But it does. Endeavor could’ve killed him, he could, he will. Will he?

Shouto felt bile on the back of his throat. His skin crawls, he feels dread enclosed in these four walls. He stands up and walks out of his room.

“Wait, where are you going!” The fairy follows him.

“I’m not staying here. I’d rather sleep on the streets than here.”

“I can take you somewhere safe.”

Her words make him pause. As he turns to her, she already has a crystal and her wand. Like always, she turns the crystal into a light that forms a gate on the wall. Across the shining gate, there is a cabin in the middle of the woods, it looks cozy and lonesome. A place where he’d be alone, no one can find him, no one can return him to Endeavor.

He’d be safe.

So, he went.

His mother doesn’t remember him. Shouto didn’t realize it at first. She was tense when he enters her room, and she starts behaving formally, too formally. It was weird until she called him Enji.

He knows she’s unwell. It isn’t her fault.

But it hurts, so much that Shouto felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Like he’s dying.

He never wanted to claw out of his skin so badly.

He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t ask to be born. He didn’t ask to be born with such violence. With this quirk. With this face.

A sudden emerging of a bright light snaps him from his thoughts.

“Hello, friend,” says a high-pitched voice.

Shouto has his attention on the fairy by the window, enraptured and perplexed. It’s unlike her to have such a sorrowful expression. She waves her wand, and the tears that have been pouring down Shouto’s face dripped to the floor as shiny crystals. When Shouto didn’t stop crying, it keeps forming into diamonds midway down his cheeks.

“Why?” Shouto mumbles softly.

“I’m your guardian fairy, remember. I’m here to make everything alright,” she says softly, flying close to put her small barbie hands to rub his eyebrows. “It seems that you’re hurt… tell me what’s wrong.”

And it was the compassion in her voice, the worry in her tone, and the acknowledgment of his pain that sets another pour of crystals down his floor, landing hard like a clatter, forming piles around him. Shouto tried hard to remember anyone that acknowledge his pain, then his chest sunk to squeeze more tears to find none. Not Endeavor that didn’t care, not his mom, brothers, sister who wasn’t even there, and not his friends who he didn’t show any weakness to.

Shouto continues to cry near a sobbing thing. The only other time it happened was when his mom pours boiling water on his face, and when she left.

It’s a weird thing to be comforted by someone so small, but Shouto curled up as she pats his cheekbone. Her small touch has been the closest thing he ever felt to physical affection in all his life.

It felt like hours until Shouto manages to stop. The sky is tinted pink for the oncoming dawn, and yet, the fairy doesn’t leave.

She smiles at him, a gentle sweet thing, and offers sensitively, “Want to get out of here?”

Shouto thinks of class and knows that he just couldn’t.

She made a portal out of the tears turned crystals. There’s a cabin amid a forest on the other side. The air alone soothes him. A woman and a man came out of the cabin, dressed cozily in sweaters, their eyes lit up at the sight of Shouto, smiling gently.

“Shouto, my son! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” says the man.

“I’ve made breakfast for you, your favorite! It must’ve been cold, come home,” says the woman, her arms are open, pulling Shouto in.

They’re smiling at the sight of him, welcoming him, wanting him for who he is.

So, he went.

When Dabi wanted to kill him, Shouto is numb. He doesn’t know what to think of the world calling Endeavor’s training as child abuse. There’s a little voice in his head that his father had cared, even though a little, even though it’s shown badly. Even though he treats him less of his son and more of his prize…

Was that what his father had done? Has he been hurting him?

What did Shouto do that Touya hated him so? They barely know each other… though perhaps that’s why.

His mother walked out of the hospital, facing Endeavor bravely, braver than when she faced Shouto. Fuyumi forgave him. Natsuo still cared about Touya.

No one is there for Shouto.

No one but his friends.

And a little fairy.

“I know you’re not in pain, but… you’re still hurt,” the fairy says as she flew in that night. Shouto didn’t cry the whole night, but his heart had been hurting the whole day. He had told the doctor, but he said he was fine, just in shock. There’s also the pain killer.

“They said I’m fine,” Shouto says, basking in the light that usually made him feel better, but it didn’t.

The fairy frowned, “No you’re not.”

A tear slipped down to the bandage that goes across his face, “no, I’m not.” Once again, the tear became a singular crystal, but it’s different. It emits light. “Will you make everything okay?”

The fairy smiles kindly and waves her wand. The window opens to a lake. the bandages around Shouto’s body slip away to reveal his smooth skin devoid of wounds. Kids are playing by the pond, running around cheerfully in a game of tag. One of them turns to him and smiles wide, “Come on Shouto-niisan! Play with us!”

A smile instantly spreads on his face as he jumps up to the window without feeling the tightness of burned skin and runs to the lake. It feels so free to run around and not care about anything.

So, Shouto went… and stayed for a while.

Endeavor had changed, ‘our father had changed’, or Fuyumi had said.

Suddenly, everyone is home. Fuyumi is back, feigning ignorance about what happened. Natsuo is there held in contempt against Enji over the corruption of his favorite brother Touya. His mother is there, strong as ever against her abuser, but not for Shouto. Her mother ignores him, he knows it’s out of guilt, but it hurts. Fuyumi barely regards him, he knows it’s because she cares too much about too many things, but it hurts. Natsuo is solitarily resentful, he knows it’s because he’s dealing with the truth bomb of his favorite brother, but it hurts.

Shouto knows that he’s supposedly in a lot of pain, but at this point, Shouto had grown numb to them all. They all sit at the same table and the air is so tense he couldn’t breathe but he let himself choke instead.

Shouto look at them one by one and it felt like he didn’t recognize the people that were supposed to be his family. He’s sitting there amongst them at a silent dinner and it felt like he didn’t belong there. His hands and mouth are moving automatically as he eats his favorite food that he couldn’t taste. Shouto experienced their fights and tenseness as if he were a fly on the lamp. His mind slipped away, blank, and his body felt like an empty shell.

Once he’s done, his voice automatically says, “thank you for the meal” and he left. His ears couldn’t hear whatever it is they said to him after.

Shouto locks himself in his room. If there’s a knock on the door or someone was calling him from beyond it, he doesn’t know. He spent the rest of the night curled up on his futon, watching the walls, not saying anything, not doing anything. Just exist there and stare at nothing as time passes him by.

At some point, Shouto closes his eyes.

And when he opens his eyes again, the night becomes day.

A fairy tilts her head into Shouto’s vision.

The thing is, Shouto lied very well. He never needs to try, and everyone believes him, thanks to his face that’s everlastingly flat. So, he never told Aizawa nor his psychologist that he can remember when he sleepwalk. He doesn’t want to be talked out of it. The sleepwalk in the magic of the fairy is the best time in Shouto’s life. He knows it’s not truly real, but it felt real enough. The more he left, the less he wants to go back. She came to him ten years ago when he was a kid, taking him places until she suddenly stopped coming because Shouto had wanted to stay to wait for the return of his mother. How naïve he was.

Shouto doesn’t know why the fairy came to him again, but he’s not going to take it for granted.

“I know you’re not okay,” the fairy says, landing on the futon and laying at the back of Shouto’s hand that he loosely throw under his chin. “But I’m here now, and everything is going to be okay.”

“Will it?” Shouto finally says. “It feels like I’m stuck here.”

“You can still come with me,” the fairy offers. “You don’t ever have to go back.”

Shouto hugs himself, “I have no tears left to offer you.”

The fairy smiles consolingly, “Don’t worry.” She waves her wand and all of the sudden, there’s a pour of crystals from the ceiling. It pours like the most beautiful rain that ever happens. They all roll down the tatami in a never-ending clatter, it sounds like heavy rain.

Once the fairy is done, half of Shouto’s floor is covered in piles of crystals.

“Whose are these?” Shouto asks.

“They’re yours silly. These are all the tears you shed.”

“But, I thought you’ve turned it all to a wish.”

“I only need one for a wish, the rest I keep.”

“… Why? Why do you keep them?”

“Because someone needs to remember that you’ve been hurt.”

His heart hammers against his rib cage in one painful pulse. A sob escapes but his tears had dried up, only crying silently inside, nursing the pain he can’t take care of by himself.

“Can you take me somewhere far?” Shouto asks.

The fairy smiles gently, she only takes one crystal and makes a portal on the door where it opens to a magnificent tree on top of a grassy knoll.

Shouto realizes that she didn’t take the crystals and left them there, “You’re not taking them?”

The fairy smiles ethereally, “I don’t need them anymore, you’re leaving behind pain and moving on.” She flies through the portal, extending her little hand, “You’re coming home.”

Home.

It sounded so warm and belonging.

The first time Shouto ever felt such a way.

He’ll follow her wherever she leads him if he gets to be home.

So, he went… and he’ll never come back.

Ch5

Todoroki’s disappearance shakes the world, especially with the piles of crystals left behind in his room. The people are all theorizing to hell about Todoroki’s disappearance. Some are neck deep into the urban legend theories. Some said that Shouto is spirited away, and some theorized that Shouto died and became the crystals in his room. Some follow the story of Medusa and point fingers at one of the Todoroki couple for cheating. It’s unhinged how people can come out with so many wild theories without any base, and one with a base (mentioning the crystals) is totally mad. A fairy? A folklore story of a woman with snake hair that has no relevancy in the story they’re putting her on? An emperor? Come on. but they have one thing in common. They are unearthing dirt that the Todoroki’s had silently swept away and was barely at the corner of everyone’s eyes.

Well, they’re looking at the Todorokis now, and they’re looking at them with no kind eyes.

They’re looking at Endeavor’s child abuse accusation with more merit and held with clawed contempt. It doesn’t matter anymore that it came from an ‘untrustworthy source of a villain.’ Somewhere on earth, Dabi must’ve cackled to hell.

Aizawa hadn’t given up yet, not when he had one last weapon that he had been reluctant to use.

“I had Chiyo put a Nano-chip in Shouto’s wrist when she gave him a flu shot,” Aizawa says to Tsukauchi, as soon as he made known of Todoroki’s disappearance.

The detective went wide-eyed, “That’s a crime.”

“If I have to choose between committing a crime and saving my student’s life then the choice is fucking obvious, isn’t it?”

“Boys,” Toshinori scolds evenly, and a room full of heroes goes silent. “No time to question justice, not when we have a child that robbed of his currently missing.”

The tracker, small that it is, couldn’t pinpoint exactly where Todoroki is, only showing an area within a 500m radius. The search party found themselves in the woods of Tokushima. The whole class of 1-A went down to look, all the Yuuei teachers, and all the Todorokis went to look.

Aizawa has a bad feeling about this. The forest is shallow and sparse, there are barely any trees, how does no one find him?

His bad feeling is then shown by the ground that gave up on his footfall. He almost falls, but as he takes down the shallow dirt, it reveals a hole on the ground. Aizawa looks around and finds that he’s not near anyone. Aizawa decides to see where the hole goes by himself before getting anyone involved. The tunnel of dirt grows larger, and Aizawa went from crawling on his knees to going downhill by foot.

Aizawa can easily navigate in the tunnel because of the bright light coming from the end of it.

The tunnel ends in daylight. It’s almost impossible how everything is as bright as if the sun is above head when they are completely underground. Aizawa sees then, in the air that seems to glitter prettily, a tall old Oak tree that grows on top of a knoll of corpses. The corpses are all laying down around the tree’s roots. The corpses vary in stages of aging, some of them are skeletal, some are in a severe stage of rotting, and some seem as if they’re still alive yesterday. Despite the mountain of corpses, there are no signs of decomposition. No bugs, flies, no smell, they just aged into a skeleton.

The trees have dangling fruits that are tinted orange and glow brightly fluorescent. Aizawa can’t feel any heat, but he can feel the intensity of the light as he steps closer. His one eye has difficulty at first, but he manages to spot a speck of white and red hair amid corpses mid-way up the knoll.

As Aizawa approaches closer, he spots a small person sleeping on Todoroki’s chest. They have a blue puff as hair, small as a palm, and when they open their eyes, their body glows just as bright as the fruits.

They smile at him after a yawn and flutter their wings, “Hello, friend.”

Aizawa is struck. He hasn’t come down to the shock of finding this place, the light, the corpses, and Todoroki laying on the mountain of corpses. Aizawa abandons all of that and focuses on the little person that talks to him.

“You… did you do all of this?”

“Of course not! I’m here for Shouto and only for Shouto. I’m his guardian fairy, you see?” They said, fluttering their wings.

Aizawa blinks, “What?” he shakes his head, why is he talking to them? “I’m taking Todoroki with me.”

“Um!”

Aizawa pulls Todoroki’s body from the roots, but he couldn’t, there’s something that latches him to the roots.

As he steps back and watches closer, he’s horrified to see the ‘fairy’ had merged into Todoroki’s chest. Their limbs are in a texture of roots. Aizawa watches the other corpses and true to his horrifying conclusion, all of them have person-shaped roots in their chest.

“What are you doing to him?”

The fairy is unfazed by Aizawa’s threatening voice, “I’m taking him to the Tree of Eden,” They said as they gazed at the bright tree.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t want him, right?” The fairy says plainly, “That’s why I’m here, that’s why Mother Nature gave birth to me, to guide him to her.”

“What?” Aizawa is getting light-headed, perhaps he hit his head as he descended to the hole on the ground, and perhaps currently hallucinating as he loose blood from his head.

The fairy only tilted their head, “You know, you humans are children of Mother too. She loves you all, and it makes her sad that you humans treat each other this way. Unwanted children of animals naturally return to Mother, quickly and painlessly. But you humans are the only kind of her children that keeps unwanted kids without any intention to cherish them other than just to have them, just to make them suffer, just to make them someone you hurt.”

Aizawa is struck. He doesn’t know why that statement made him feel shame.

“That’s why Mother birthed me, because she loves Shouto,” The fairy smiles fondly at Todoroki. “She loves all of them, all of you.”

“His friends love him too,” Aizawa says, finally finding his voice. “His family isn’t the best, but they cherish him. I… I cherish him too. None of us want him to leave us. All of his family and his friends are looking for him, worried about him.”

“Oh…” they say, “I wonder why he’s so sad then…and so hurt.”

A knife dug and twist inside his ribcage, “That’s our flaw as a human sometimes, we don’t know how to cherish what we have until they’re gone, doesn’t mean he’s unloved.”

“I see…” They take a deep breath, dizzying Aizawa who hadn’t seen them as something living. They close their eyes and when those small eyes open, a small hand unroots from Todoroki and extends to Aizawa, “I think you need to get him yourself.”

Bemused, Aizawa touched their small palm with his finger. He didn’t even blink, the scene changes in less than a second right in front of his open eyes.

Disorientingly, Aizawa is by the street of his house. He peeks inside the window of his own home, the knife that was in his heart dug deeper when he sees himself, his husband, their adopted daughter Eri and Todoroki, or Shouto.

Shouto has his hair a bit longer and shorter bangs. Gone the stoicism and the sunken eyes, he looks happier, smiling more, hugging Eri, hugging Hizashi, hugging him, saying good morning as he has breakfast. His cats are here too, all three of them, Soymilk, Soysauce, and Soybean, Shouto looks as if he’s in heaven when he pets them all, giving their heads little kisses. It was too domestic it’s painful, knowing that this is the form of Shouto’s happiness, just a simple family. To think that Todoroki has to dream to have such a simple thing because he didn’t even have this in real life.

Another person came and Aizawa hid. He recognizes the tall teen as Yoarashi Inasa.

He knocks on the door, and soon enough, Shouto opens the door and cheers, “Hi, Inasa.”

“Babe! I miss you!” Yoarashi cheers, wrapping his arms around Shouto’s torso and spinning him around. Shouto has a wide smile on his face, giggling.

“We met yesterday,” Shouto says exasperatedly but his smile doesn’t let. He’s peppered with kisses on his face from Yoarashi. It’s an incredibly cheesy and yet, incredibly innocent depiction of romance. “Alright alright, settle down, we need to go to school.”

Shouto went inside, “Dad, pops, Eri! I’m going to school!” Shouto says, hugging Aizawa, receiving a peck on the head from Hizashi, and another hug from Eri. Saying to each of them he loves them.

“Stay safe, kiddo,” Hizashi says. And it was such a small gesture, but Shouto’s eyes twinkle.

Only as Shouto goes out to walk with his imagined boyfriend that Aizawa notices the difference, really notice. Shouto doesn’t have a burn mark. His eyes are brighter and more expressive. He’s smiling as default instead of that stoic expression.

Aizawa tailed them, but he finds that he can’t call Shouto. He can’t put a stop to this happy Shouto that seems so happy and unburdened, chatting happily about sweet little unimportant things with his boyfriend.

Then Shouto finally stops and he turns, “Aizawa-sensei,” he says with the severity of his old tense stoic expression on his new brighter face of his.

“Todoroki,” Aizawa shows himself from behind the neighbor’s wall, stepping in the middle of the residential road.

“Babe?”

Shouto doesn’t heed him with his attention.

“I guess you came here to get me,” he says characteristically solemn.

“Todoroki, none of this is real.”

“I know,” Shouto says with chilling sobriety. “But it feels real enough. I’m not always happy here, you know? I still struggle with my class, I fight with my boyfriend, I fought with my parents… but I’m always loved, Aizawa-sensei. This love feels real enough.”

“Just because it felt real enough, doesn’t make it real.”

“What’s real love felt like then?”

Aizawa opens his mouth and then stopped before any words came out. He couldn’t describe the feeling, because it truly felt like how Shouto just looked. All argument died on his lips when he realizes that Shouto doesn’t know what being loved felt like to ask.

“The thing about being loved is that you have to let yourself be loved,” Aizawa says. “You friends are worried sick about you, have been for months. They tried their hardest to keep you safe.”

Shouto slumped, rubbing his arm. Inasa is on his side, focusing on Shouto and rubbing his back. “Just because they’re my friends? That’s enough for them to… go that far?”

“Friends can be anything, but yours cherish you, Shouto. Momo is hiring wildlife experts and geologists to track the terrain. Koda is calling all animals in the 500m radius and asking them one by one if they see you. Ochaco is threatening to lift all the trees. Half of them hadn’t slept.”

“But, why?” Shouto asks even more desperately.

“Because they love you. They want their friend back.”

Shouto flinched, closing his eyes and holding onto himself. Inasa is chillingly still a statue.

“Sometimes love doesn’t come from the people it should come from, but it’s there Shouto. There are people who loves you, cherishes you, let them.”

It takes a long while for Todoroki to sink that information in. Then the mirage starts to peel away. The blue sky, the boyfriend, his long hair, his glowing skin. Todoroki stands in the middle of white nothingness in his casual wear with tears that turned into crystals halfway down his face.

Like before, Aizawa doesn’t blink when he returns to reality, to the tree, pulling his finger away from the small person’s palm.

They unroot themselves from Todoroki’s chest and fly. Todoroki opens his eyes lazily as if not yet wanting to deal with reality. Aizawa offers his hand, with a pause and a look that pierces through his soul, Todoroki takes it. They stood there silently for a few seconds. For Aizawa, he’s stunned silence and dumbfounded at the turn of events, looking around at the mountain of smiling corpses and noticing that there are a few breathing ones.

“Are some of them alive?” Aizawa asks.

“Of course, the humans here grow until their ripe old age, so they’ll be in their dreams,” the little person said.

“This is more than an annual decade worth of people,” Aizawa narrows his eyes at them.

The fairy tilt their head, “Decade?”

“How many times do you lure kids here?”

“Whenever a child comes to here and the bond is connected, another fairy will be born. It has nothing to do with time”

“Bond? What bond?” Aizawa narrows his eyes.

“The bond between mother and children. She doesn’t take life, so I will be the connection between the Tree and Shouto.

By then Todoroki also noticed the fairy-shaped roots on the corpses’ chests. “You mean… you’re meant to die with me?” Todoroki says silently, his flat expression shatters heartbreakingly.

“No, my dear friend, I meant to merge with you. I am your connection to the tree,” The fairy points to the fruits. “I will be your root, and you will be the fruit, as mother nature is the tree.”

“But-”

“It’s my life purpose. I’m your guardian fairy! I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

Todoroki frowns, “Now that I’m leaving, what will happen to you?”

“I’ll wilt, and another fairy will be born.”

“But… But I saw you when I was five. I didn’t stay with you then… That was you, right?”

The fairy tilts their head, “No, Shouto, I don’t think so. I never meet you when you were that little.”

“…I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, friend.” The fairy hugs Todoroki’s right cheekbone, “As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy for you. I think that fairy must’ve been very happy for you too.”

Todoroki cries, and this is the first time Aizawa sees it for real and not in a tree-induced dream. His tears don’t turn into crystals, the fairy only wiped them away. They finally part with a strangely adorable little peck on his browbone. Todoroki looks back until the tree is long gone from view, the fairy waving at Todoroki with their gentle smile.

Once they’re out of the hole, they fell into another silence. Aizawa wants to pinch himself, maybe he had been dreaming all of that.

“Please don’t tell anyone of that place,” Todoroki says, close to begging that his flat voice lets him.

He hasn’t even thought of what to do about that. The professional working pro-hero Eraser Head knows he has an obligation to report dead bodies and as a potential threat of the death of so many children.

“I don’t know if I believe anything they said,” Aizawa says, “At the base of it, that little person is killing children.”

“Those children are alive!” Todoroki insists, “Those children are happy. Don’t take their chance of happiness just because I’m here.”

“Then why didn’t you stay?”

“I don’t know…” Todoroki says numbly, “I don’t know anymore. I wanted to think what you said is true. I wanted to see if I’m a person able to be missed.”

So yes, pro-hero Eraserhead is a professional hero that even though he often skirts the line, had always pulled through with protocols. But Aizawa Shouta thinks differently.

Aizawa sighs, “You are missed. I’m glad you came with me kid.”

Todoroki looks at him with sad eyes he tried to hide by looking down immediately, “Is it bad that I already regret leaving with you?”

It hurts a little, but not in a way that it’s offensive. “It’s not bad, it’s just a little sad, but I can imagine to understand. You just felt what being loved felt like… what might have been your first or first in a long time. You just felt what peace and happiness felt like. It had felt easy in that dream, and your reality is way harsher than that. It must’ve been hard to choose the hard thing. But life changes, you’re not gonna spend the rest of your life unloved, I promise you that.” Todoroki doesn’t seem to be responsive to his words, only looking away aloofly to the forest line.

“You don’t have to believe me now,” Aizawa continues. “Just… remember to never stop trying to live. It’ll be hard at first, but you’ll be saving yourself a lot of pain.”

“I’ll try,” Todoroki says off-handedly, and Aizawa sighs, guess that’s all he can get from Todoroki, for now.

Aizawa has no intention of leaving his eyes off Todoroki.

His walkie-talkie crackles, Hizashi’s voice came through, “Sho? Where the hell you’ve been? We tried to contact you but none of us could reach your channel.”

Todoroki is looking at him intensely.

“That’s weird, maybe the old thing is expiring on me.”

Todoroki sighs relievedly.

“By the way, it’s getting dark. Night shift is coming. I suggest you go home after already pulling an all-nighter yesterday to look… but you’re not gonna take my advice huh?”

Aizawa look at Todoroki who nods slightly, looking a bit defeated.

“I found Todoroki.”

There’s only a second pause before the other line exploded with noise. Hizashi, though dear to his heart, Aizawa can only tolerate so much of his quirked high-pitched voice, and it’s on max. There are other ramblings of others too, it seems that he’s not alone.

“I’m going to the rendezvous point,” Aizawa says quickly before taking off his line. He turns to Todoroki. “You’re ready?”

“Don’t really have a choice.”

Aizawa swallows a sigh. To be truthful, Aizawa is nervous about Todoroki. Aizawa can only do so much, but Todoroki will have to push through halfway himself. There’s therapy, and then there are his friends, but will that be enough?

After 30 minutes of hike, they finally reached a clearing near the road. Two dozen people are waiting there, half of them are class 1-A who charge at them as soon as Todoroki is into view. There’s screaming, crying, and a blur of rap-like speeches. Midoriya and Kaminari are hugging each of Todoroki’s sides latching like an octopus, then they’re wrapped by Shouji who’s even closer to having an octopus hug, Others cry, then there’s Kirishima who’s bawling, and Sero who cries quieter. Bakugo is screaming at the other to shut the fuck up and check if Todoroki is injured. Momo is the one who does, but with the three previous octopuses, she just sighs and chuckles tearfully. There are a few more ‘where have you been?’, ‘What did you dream of?’ ‘Do you remember anything?’ who came from kids that are still worried it’ll happen again.

Todoroki seems rightfully overwhelmed. His eyes try to find the source of which voice is talking to him. When he does, he seems softer and softer, in the end. Aizawa can see the tears welling up in his eyes and he closes them, hugging back the people around him.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP! Todoroki, are you okay?” Sero asks, which makes the class shut up.

“Thank you for looking for me,” Todoroki says aloofly, making half his friends blush and the other groaning in embarrassment.

In the end, they all have a group hug after Mina exclaims so. It’s endearing to see, if not for Sero that cello-taped them all into a big hug and now they all got stuck.

The adults sigh a breath of relief and chuckle at the kids.

“Hey,” Hizashi bumps his shoulder, “Where did you find him?”

“East from here, the trees were dense there, almost didn’t see him on the forest floor with my one eye.”

“I’m just glad both of you are safe. Do you think it’ll happen again?”

“I don’t know.”

Aizawa takes his husband’s hand in his, remembering Todoroki’s fantasy of having them as his parents. It could never happen, of course. Todoroki’s parents are alive and well, the proof of child abuse isn’t enough to make Endeavor and Rei lose custody. It’s pitiable that Todoroki never thought of his parents as his. He wonders if the fairy will come back to him when he’s hurt again because undoubtedly, he will.

The students finally got themselves unstuck with the help of Toshinori and Joke. It’s small, but Todoroki is chuckling.

Aizawa continues, “I don’t know what’ll happen to him from now on, but I think everything will be alright.”

Epilog

It isn’t easy at first. When the Todoroki family finally arrives at the clearing after Shouto is declared found, they manage to thicken the open air. Todoroki is reluctant to go with them, but it seems that his family is genuinely worried about him. Just in case, Aizawa gives Todoroki his card to call and come see him if he feels unsafe or just wants to get away.

Todoroki came over to Aizawa’s house that night after he was found. He said he fought with his family, it was a big one, and there seem to be tear tracks on his face. He looks expressively upset but doesn’t seem to be harmed. After an in-depth talk, Todoroki ensures that he isn’t harmed physically and Aizawa lets him stay over. Hizashi brings him the soycats to cuddle with. Todoroki blushes when Soybean and Soymilk sleep on Shouto’s left side for warmth and Soysauce kept wanting to be hugged. No one knew what the Todorokis truly fought about, but Aizawa gladly offers his home when Todoroki doesn’t want to go home for the holidays or just when he wants to see the cats. His relationship with his family had gone so sour that he blocked all of their numbers except for his mother, who he never calls until she called.

Todoroki become more withdrawn after that, snappish when pushed, but eventually, he calmed down. Aizawa notices him abruptly leaving at times and having breathing exercises in the corner, then found out that Todoroki is still attending therapy.

Not only his family is problematic, but the following few weeks after Todoroki came back, he’s been hunted by reporters and paparazzi alike, trying to gauge what really happened. Who put those crystals there? What did he remember? Who kidnaps him? Shouto answers all of it in silence and with a glare.

By the time he’s 18, Todoroki moved out with Bakugo and Midoriya. From what Aizawa heard from Todoroki when he visits, they’re kind of a mess, but there’s never a boring day. Aizawa also got freshly sourced gossip from the budding relationship between Bakugo and Midoriya. They are dreadfully pinning that Aizawa cringed into oblivion, Hizashi likes it though, so the pair often gossips on the sofa. Hence, even as Todoroki became a pro-hero and moved out, he still often dropped by Aizawa’s home just to talk, spend time with Eri and the cats, and gossip with Hizashi.

By the time he’s 25, Todoroki got married to Hanta, taking Sero as his family name. No one sees it coming, but apparently, they were getting closer when they worked together in the same agency. His whole family is invited. They’re not close, but no longer tense.

As the new couple walks out together, Shouto catches Aizawa’s eye, smiling brilliantly at him. Shouto mouthed a thank you.

It’s been ten years since Shouto chooses this life and Aizawa knows it hasn’t been easy for the kid. But he’s here now, and through it all, he’s finally happy.

****It’s been shy of 10 years since the most famous case of The Medusa happens to the most high-profile victim, the son of the now retired pro-Hero Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto – Now Sero Shouto. The Medusa turns children into clear crystal stones, rumored to be a vengeful spirit of a mistress that lashes out at their lover’s family. It’s still unknown to this day whether the Medusa is a perpetrator with a quirk or just an urban legend. The Medusa’s last victim is a failed one. Fifteen-Year old Sero Shouto had a history of sleepwalking before he went missing with crystals in his room, an M.O. of the Medusa. The twist to Sero Shouto’s case is that he’s found safely in the woods of Tokushima. Sero Shouto claimed to have no recollection of being kidnapped and said that he was simply sleepwalking.

A few days ago another case of The Medusa strikes a middle-class family of the Harunos. The victim is 12-year-old Kitsune who went missing just yesterday at around 4 AM, leaving 5 nail-sized crystals in her room. Her disappearance was realized when a neighbor came to check the loud noises in the Harunos household. The police are looking into the same spot where they found Sero Shouto but so far, they have found no trace of Haruno Kitsune.

After the commercial, our reporter interview the neighbor who came over to the Harunos household. Stay tuned.***

Aizawa and Shouto return to the tree once or twice whenever a missing children case goes cold. Sometimes the kids wouldn’t leave a trace because not all children cry. Sometimes no one notices them gone because they’re homeless. Aizawa and Shouto will request the fairy to meet the child they just brought to talk the children into waking. It took a few tries sometimes to get their names, see their situation, and see if they can do something about it.

Sometimes they return with those children and find them a home.

Sometimes they don’t, and for those kids, they found home by Mother’s side, under the Tree of Eden.

Would you surrender yourself to the Tree of Eden? Or would you rather choose reality?

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crushmeeren · 6 months

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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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thehusbandoden · 1 month

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MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)

A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.

General info:

Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24

Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)

“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”

You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.

You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.

“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.

You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”

You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.

Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.

Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.

(Bakugo's masterlist)

Shoto (303 words)

(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)

The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.

You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.

“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.

“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.

“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”

You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.

Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.

“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.

“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.

“You’ll get sick.” You pout.

“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.

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Hawks (149 words)

“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.

“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.

“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.

“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.

You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.

“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose.

“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

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mirkoluvs · 10 months

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★ JEALOUS TEXTS WITH MHA CHARACTERS

character(s): midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki

genre(s): fluff, crack, slight comfort

notes: it’s been a hot minute… but it’s finally summer WOOO !! another note is that my inbox is open so please request things !!

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luvrkay · 10 months

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Shoto loves when you cockwarm him, he's literally addicted to it.

there's something about the feeling of your warm, wet walls engulfing his entire length that has him moaning into your shoulder blade as he tries to stop himself from fucking up into you.

"cmon sho, you were the one who wanted to do this, dont tell me you can't even last ten minutes" it's the way you tease him that has his dick twitching inside your walls.

"i know baby but you just feel s'good" he sucks lightly on the skin below your ear, smirking against your skin when he hears you moan.

"then fuck me"

shoto groans, debating on staying still and having you cockwarm him or fucking you until the sun starts to rise, hmm decisions...it doesnt take long for him to decide, the latter sounding like a much better option.

shoto lifts your leg, pulling out until nothing but the tip remained inside of you before he's slamming up, fucking into you at a quick pace. your hand grips his forearm, nails scratching into the warm skin on his left side. "fuck sho"

he eventually snakes his arm around you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive nub as cum around his dick. shoto doesnt pull out, instead fucking your slick deeper into you until there's a white ring of cream forming around the base of his cock.

AN: I’m bored so I’m taking requests! Please don’t hesitate to send some in!

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

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Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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mha guys caught stalking your socials.

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO, SHOTO TODOROKI, EJIRO KIRISHIMA

SUMMARY: while in class you notice a certain person looking through your socials, and I mean every social platform possible. looking at every post down your first, so you decide to confront them.

WARNINGS: implied gender neutral reader, vulgar language

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KATSUKI BAKUGO

•his face becomes so pale

• he’s so embarrassed that he becomes angry that you caught him in the act.

It was the middle of your recess before it was time to resume back to regular classes. You were trying to buy something from the vending machine downstairs but forgot your wallet at your desk.

In a hurry, you walk back to classroom 1-A to get your things. Walking in you noticed that Bakugo was the only one in the classroom.

A slight smirk plastered on his lips, watching him scroll relentlessly over and over. Sometimes he would stop and pause, clicking a couple of more times until he scrolled again.

You didn’t want to disturb him, he looked so content with life at the moment. You made sure you quietly got your wallet from your desk.

As you walked towards the back exit of the class, you near Bakugo. You wondered to yourself what’s got him smiling like this until you see it.

He was on Instagram, looking at photos of you.

And he was far down your page…at least a year's worth of posts.

You’d seen a selfie you took in front of a cat cafe with one of your guy friends you haven’t spoken to in a while due to him going to different schools.

“who the hell are you?” He quietly grumbled.

Tapping his phone, your tagged list popped up. Quickly slamming his thumb on his account, he starts to scroll fast through his posts as well.

Letting out a quick snort, bakugo smiles to himself. “Of course, he fuckin’ goes to school there…” he snorts. That was obviously a jab at him, he seemed to be jealous of him and he doesn’t even know the guy.

Before he could fixate on his “competition,” he saw a notification pop up. It was a rather late notification that you updated your story.

he has post notifications on for your account?

Quickly clicking your icon, bakugo paused before he loudly sucks his teeth together.

“What the hell?”

It was a photo of you and your desk neighbor Sero, posing goofily in class. Around 30 minutes before recess began, Sero with his hand on top of your head and a middle finger shown on the other.

He read the caption on your story: “FUCK PHYSICS -sero #eviltwin”

The story flashed quick before Bakugo took a screenshot of it. His breath started to quicken, you could tell he was pissed. Quickly opening his dms, he clicks on Sero’s account.

“What the fuck is evil twin?” He spits.

Sending the photo, bakugo begins to type:

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU’

‘DIDN’T I SAY NOT TO TOUCH THEM?’

‘I’m gonna beat your ass at lunch’

‘meet me at the bottom of the staircase at B hall NOW’

‘what the hell is even an evil twin? ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER OR SOMETHING?’

‘oh I’m gonna light your ass up’

Bakugo’s thumbs move so fast, spamming Sero with such ease and vigor. You see that Sero leaves him on seen, and you’d honestly do the same.

Typing out a ‘HELLO?’, bakugo starts to grumble. You start to feel heat bounce off of him, standing back you decide to make an exit.

But before you could even move your feet, bakugo jumps up from his seat and whips around. His eyes stare at the ground dart up to your soft eyes.

Words caught in his throat, Bakugo’s eyes widen.

Bakugo, shoots back in shock. He couldn’t even process your presence before he stumbled back into his seat with a loud slam. Startling you, you try and reach out to help him but he held out his hand and pops a spark making you shriek.

“are you okay?” You asked.

“How long have you been fucking standing there?” He yelled. His cheeks dusted pink as he screamed in your face.

stammering, you start to rub your fists together. Your palms were sweaty as you grew nervous.

“a-about 5 minutes or so!” you yelled.

“are you fuckin’ serious?” He groans, his hands shooting to his eyes as he rubs them in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, okay? I was just coming in here to get my wallet for the vending machine and I saw you on your phone and I was just gonna do a quick little peak and then you just so happen to be stalking my account and-“

“Like hell would I ever stalk you!” He exclaimed, just flat-out lying.

This takes you aback, “so are we gonna sit here and pretend that you didn’t just curse out Sero because you’re jealous of him touching me?” You laughed.

Bakugo grew quiet, crossing your arms you let out a smug smile.

“Y’know, instead of parading around orders and making threats to people about not touching me like I’m your property. Maybe you should try and—I don’t know, make a fucking move?” You say.

A long beat of silence goes by.

You eye Bakugo down, his lips quiver. His chest heaving, as his face was red from embarrassment. Only his blonde spikes of hair were covering up the evidence of that.

You frown at him, maybe you were too harsh.

“Bakugo-“

Shooting up from his seat, he raced towards the door. The bell rang, signaling that recess is finally over.

Your lips were slightly agape, as you were still trying to process what just happened. You couldn’t even revel in the moment before your classmates walked in.

One by one they all get seated, settling in as they place out their textbooks for the next subject to be taught.

You didn’t realize how long you were standing there until you looked around and saw that everyone was seated, except for bakugo and sero.

The bell rang, signaling that it was time to continue classes.

“Is there a problem, “L/n?” Your teacher Aizawa voices.

You open your mouth to speak, but the heavy stomps of shoes cut you off once more. Looking at the doorway, you see Sero. Breathing heavily like he just ran for his life, his necktie untucked and a scuff mark on his cheek.

“Sorry, I’m late sensei!” Breathing heavily, you saw him lock eyes with you for a brief moment before walking past you, almost ignoring your existence.

Frowning to yourself you speak, “no sir.”

Talking quick paces to your seat, you sit down, huffing your breath you face towards Sero.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Sero ignored you for a moment, cursing under his breath he then turned to you. “All good! Just worry about yourself kay?” He says. A fake smile was plastered all over his face.

Your bottom lip pokes out, you knew he was lying.

Turning towards the board, you gather your things and set up for the lesson. Writing some things down on your paper, your phone buzzes.

Picking it up, you notice that someone requested to talk to you on Instagram. Opening it, you read the account name.

@katsuki_lordexplosionmurder

you hesitated for a moment before opening it up.

‘sorry for blowing up on you back there’

‘you don’t have to respond to this, you have every right not to’

‘I fucking like you okay? Like a lot

‘please forgive me…’

letting out a sigh you start to type back:

‘apologize to Sero first, then we can talk’

Bakugo quickly reads your message, a long minute passes by before he responds ‘k.’

still shitty as ever, even in an apology...

around a day or so passes by before the both of you ever talk again. You’d see each other in class or around school, but you wouldn’t give as much as a side glance. Even tho Bakugo would be eyeing you down to where it felt like you thought you were naked.

You talked to Sero about if Bakugo apologized to him, which he said that he did a day ago. So why hasn’t he come to you yet?

It was a new day, and the bell just rang for recess. You decided to stay in your seat for today, scrolling through the nothingness of social media. You paused for a moment, turning slightly, you look back to see that Bakugo wasn’t in his seat.

Turning back you let out a deep exhale. You scrolled some more, growing comfortable in the silent classroom.

Liking a random picture you start to think of Bakugo again. Opening your dms, you mindlessly tap Bakugo’s account.

You wanted to say something, you just didn’t know what to say. Your thumbs hover over the screen, you were too scared to type. You felt that if you typed one single character that the world would crumble and the sky would fall.

Huffing out a breath you turn your screen off, as it fades to black. You notice a pair of amber eyes staring into the screen.

Eyes widening, you lean closer.

“Bakugo?” You whispered.

“Doesn’t feel good being watched does it?” His voice booms through the room. You jump, startled by his deep voice.

You see Bakugo let out a quick chuckle before sitting down in Sero’s seat.

“Bakugo, don’t scare me like that!-“

“After what you did to me? You were beggin’ for it” he jumps in.

A moment of silence goes by…

“Listen-“

“I get it if you don’t want to talk to me again…” Bakugo admits.

“It’s just—I’ve never felt this way about someone, okay? I like you a lot, and I want you to be mines. These people out here aren’t right for you, I wanna the only guy! You’re right I am jealous, I mean- who wouldn’t be? look at you!” Bakugo stammers.

You looked into his eyes for a moment, letting out a smirk as you turn toward him.

“After classes” you grin.

“What?” His head slightly turned in confusion.

“After classes…I’ll give you chance for you to show me that you’re the right guy” you bit your bottom lip, nervous for his reply.

Bakugo is still for a moment before showing his signature devilish grin, “shit.”

“It’s a date?” You asked innocently, extending your hand out to shake you smile at him. He looks down at your hand, quickly taking your hand he softly shakes it.

“It’s a date”

SHOTO TODOROKI

• surprisingly upfront with it

• what’s he got to hide?

At first, you caught him secretly going through your tik tok. Sitting behind him in class you would see your face on the screen as you lip-synced, danced, or talked.

Each video he would save and scroll past another one. Which made you grow uncomfortable.

Then he realized that he didn’t do it just to you but he did it with everyone else’s posts. This made you let down your guard a little.

I mean, who doesn’t stalk their friends from time to time? It’s good to see what your friends are doing within their “inner,” social media lives.

So you let it go.

You continued being friends with Todoroki, as he had no idea you knew he stalked him on social media. You went on and everything went normal.

Until one night you received a notification on Instagram.

‘@shoto has followed you!’

Looking at the notification, you thought nothing of it. Turning into your bed, you began to rest your eyes. Falling deeply into slumber, you were jolted away by the buzz of your photo.

A tired groan passes your lips, turning over you soak your hand down onto the nightstand. Patting around you find the familiar texture of your phone brush against your fingertips.

Letting out a sigh, you flip your phone over. Eyes hooded, closing completely as your screen flashes you. Quickly blinking, you adjust to the lighting of the screen.

“Another notification from Instagram?” You muffled into your pillow. Opening it, you see that Todoroki liked your most recent photo of you.

Another notification pops up on the top of your screen:

@shoto has commented on your post!:

@shoto: beautiful.

Was this a mistake?

You couldn’t believe your eyes, this must be a good dream because no way could this ever be reality.

Then it happened again, another notification on a post from a week ago. Tapping your screen at the speed of light, heat rises to your cheeks.

It was a photo of you holding up your favorite figurine you just bought with your savings. The caption read: ‘I GOT IT YES BITCHES!!’

@shoto: lol

@shoto: so cute

He must be on drugs, or maybe he was hit with a flirtatious quirk? Wide awake, you sit up in your bed. Blankets once covering your body slid off as the cold air of the room hugs your body.

Posture terrible, you bend down eyeing the screen. Neck extended and eyes wide, as you received another notification.

It was a video of you and your friend holding hands, walking at a festival. Laughing like happy idiots.

Another comment from Todoroki appears.

@shoto: should’ve been me holding your hand :(

Your mouth shoots agape, you quickly took a screenshot of the comment.

You genuinely could not process what was happening at the moment. Snapping your head towards your alarm clock it read 10 PM, you let out a sigh.

At least you have time to fall back asleep.

You sent the screenshot to your friends, pleading for advice. But you knew everyone was asleep due to how strenuous the hero drills were this evening.

You quickly place your phone on “do not disturb’” mode. Shutting your phone off you place it back on your nightstand with a “plop”. Smashing your face into the pillow, you let out a much-needed loud sigh.

‘Is he being hacked right now?’

‘He has to be getting hacked.’

‘There’s no way on earth Todorok would be saying this to me!’

It would take about another hour or two of tossing and turning before you were able to fall asleep again.

The room started to feel hotter than usual, stirring in your bed your eyes open. You were too tired for this right now. Slipping out of the covers, you walk over to your fan, turning it onto the highest setting. You huff out a breath and turn back around, only to be stopped dead in your tracks.

“can’t handle the heat?

eyes snapping wide, you whip over to the deep voice you heard.

"Todoroki!" you screamed, your body still from shock. you see him in the bed, under the covers, a smug smirk cast over his lips.

"what are you doing here, you're not allowed in anyone else's dorm past 8pm-"

"why not? you're scared someone will catch us?" he asks, ripping the blankets off your bed as he gets up. his body moving closer towards yours, you still couldn't even move due to the amount of shock.

looking into his multi-colored eyes, your mouth parted, "h-how did you even get in here?" you whispered. feeling a warm hand grip your waist, you jump, startled by the sudden touch of his hand.

"don't touch me there!" you whimpered.

your face looking towards the ground as you cower in embarrassment, this earns a chuckle from todoroki's lips. Leaning in closer, his other hand grabs your face softly.

"look at me," he says. voice stern yet soft, you shyly look up. eyes hooded and breath jagged. you shakily set your arms around his shoulders.

"you're mine" he whispers as he slowly leans in. you gasp at his words, biting your lips to begin to lean in as well.

your eyes close, as soon as you know it. the smoldering warmth you felt faded as you were shaken by the airy coldness of your dorm. eyes shooting open, you turn over to look at your alarm clock.

8:45AM!

you're late for class!

once you finished jumping around and getting yourself together, you dashed out of your dorm with a loud slam of the door. running across the courtyard and into the academic side of the school, running up the grand stairs and long halls. you finally make it to the class.

out of breath, you crash into your seat and bang your head against the desk.

"you're late today l/n, especially on count day, marking you down an extra five points." your teacher Aizawa speaks. You couldn't even mutter a complaint because you were so tired.

as the day went on, you couldn't stop staring at the back of todoroki's head. that was the dirtiest dream you ever had...

soon it was time for hero training, today the student just needed to focus on themselves and build their quirk.

you were looking at todoroki the whole time, and when you weren't, he would look at you.

you can't shake what you experienced last night, even if it was just a dream, it felt so real...

you talked to your best friend Jiro, as she was also suspicious of todoroki's new confidence, she was just as shocked as you were when you showed her all of the comments and messages he left you.

"let him come to you," she said.

"no, go after him! guys like it when a woman's in charge!" sero says.

"I think you just need to wait it out, let the future take its course and the universe will work it out..." says hakakure.

you decided to take hakakure's advice.

as the rest of the day went on, the sun falls and the day was still into another dark night. here you were once again, preparing to fall asleep as you wrapped yourself in your blankets. kinda hoping to have the same dream you had the night before.

growing comfortable with the silence, your phone buzzed.

eyes opening you reach out for your phone, turning it on you see that todoroki commented on your story. opening the notification transports you to your dms.

the story was just a photo of half of your face, eyes tired as it was around 30 minutes after you ran late from class today.

you finally start to read the message, word for word your heart falls to the bottom of your feet. the comment sends you into a frenzy.

@shoto: you look so tired but you're still so pretty.

that's it.

jumping out of your bed you read the clock, 10:45. it's well past curfew but you didn't care. if todoroki didn't care in his dreams, neither do you.

putting on your house shoes you race out the door.

after one elevator ride and a long walk down the hall, you arrive at the front of his door. you were about to knock on his door until you realized you were actually there.

what were you even going to say? hey I had a dream we made out in my room and I want you to stay out of my dreams and my dms? Yeah.

hands-on top of your head, you let out a quiet sigh. "shit, here goes nothing." stepping for award, you place three quick knocks on his door, staring at his name plate on the door, you gulp.

hearing some shuffling, you look down and see the lights switch on past the crack of the door. blinking, you wait anxiously. another moment passes by until the door knob starts to jiggle.

biting your lip, the door swings open. appearing a more laid-back todoroki that you've ever seen. his hair is a little messy from laying in the bed and all he has on is pajama shorts and a white t-shirt.

his eyes shift onto you, his eyes widen only a little. as a soft smirk is shown on his face. "l/n...w-what are you doing here?" Todoroki stuttered.

if you didn't mistake yourself, he almost sounded flustered to you.

"um, I just wanted to talk to you about something if that's alright. I know it's past curfew and I really shouldn't be here but I can't wait any longer" you say, a sigh passed by your lips.

Todoroki leans out the door, looking left and right, then to the security camera a door down. Quickly, he grabs you by the arm and gently pulls you into his room.

you close the door with a quiet thud, turning around you look around todoroki's dorm. it's so...empty?

the modern Japanese-style room was very much his style, he didn't really have any posters or figurines you could base any of his interests on. but that conversation is for another day.

kneeling down on the ground, you sit on your feet. hands placed on your lap, your face was unreadable. you were nervous yet so excited.

you were in todoroki's room, alone, after curfew.

"what did you want to talk about" todoroki's voice was soft. looking around you grew nervous, "well...I wanted to talk about you, and how you've been stalking my socials...and stuff? I don't know" every word you spoke grew quieter and quieter.

balling your hands into fists, you look down at the floor.

"stalking? I don't understand" he says, a frown present on his lips.

"but you do!" you blurt, your hands flung in the air which causes todoroki to jump back. you gasp, slapping your hand on your lips, you close your eyes in embarrassment. hands slowly shifting from your mouth rest on top of your eyes. "but you do todoroki," you quietly groaned out.

"the late-night notifications! do you know I get those? I see you flirt with me and compliment me and all that other stuff, I caught you almost halfway down my profile the other day todoroki."

hands still covering your face, if they were uncovered you would see the priceless pink blush dusting across todoroki's face.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't know you could see that...I thought I could like and comment on things anonymously...apologies."

uncovering your eyes, you notice todoroki slightly bows, the blush still on his face. You quietly scoff, "who told you that you can anonymously comment and like things on Instagram?" you asked.

"Denki told me, he helped me set up my account as well-"

a groan escapes your lips as your body slowly sinks to a bow. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" your yell is muffled by the floor. Rising up again you frown at todoroki.

"Just...I know now that it's not your fault and you really don't know any better, but could you please stop?" you say.

"I don't understand why I should, everything that I said about you is true, I meant it l/n. I think you're so beautiful and-"

"please! I can't handle you doing all of this because if this keeps on going I'll have more dreams about you!" you yell.

"you dream about me?" todoroki asks, his voice filled with hope and adoration.

"what!" you grow warm in the face at this. stumbling up from your feet, you race for the door. Quickly opening it, you turn, giving a respective bow you quietly shut the door behind you.

Todoroki hears your quick stomps and the ringing of the elevator.

a moment passes by, smiling to himself he plops himself down into his bed.

staring at the ceiling he lets out a smug smirk.

"bullseye."

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

• was happily chilling in class looking at your tik tok until denki catches him in the act.

• was very embarrassed, but you fount it absolutely adorable.

It was another regular day inside UA, class 1-A. Everyone talking whilst doing their assignments, slowly reaching the goal of becoming the next generation of top pro heroes.

And within this class, there are the slackers.

And that slacker is Kirishima.

Slouched down in his seat, his phone hidden under his desk as he scrolled relentlessly through your tik tok. Hypnotized by your every act.

Sometimes he would chuckle to himself, seeing how cute you were. Whether that be you should dance with one of your classmates. Or seeing the way you sing your heart out at one of your favorite songs.

You were everything to him.

It was an accidental infatuation, really.

One day you so happened to pop up on his for you page. Surprised, he curiously went through your page.

All 500 hundred posts to be exact. Every. Single. One.

He didn’t mean to really, he just was so amazed by you. Sometimes the people you see on a regular daily basis aren’t who they actually are.

You were more confident in yourself on your page. You were bold, loud, and funny, he never saw this side of you. Maybe in a sparring battle, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Sometimes when he’s hanging out with Sero, he’ll show him a tik tok of you (from a year ago that he saved) and just go off and fawn over you. Which heavily irritated Sero.

“Look at the way they’re dancing, isn’t it cute?”

“Dude, did you know l/n had their hairs died red before they came to this school? We could’ve totally matched!”

“Have you seen l/n’s new post? It’s amazing!”

It was fine at first, Sero gets it. He’s got a crush, but now it was all he’d talk about when they’d hang out.

“Dude, why did l/n make a tik tok about having a crush on a guy in our class!” Kirishima exclaims, a worried expression plastered on his face.

“If you want them, go get 'em instead of blabbering to me about it!” He’d complain.

Kirishima rolls his eyes as he swings back and forth on Sero’s hammock. “Dude, they’d never go for me.”

Sero strummed a couple of notes on his guitar, “if you won’t tell them you like them, at least tell them you look at their tik tok all day~” Sero sarcastically sings, making a little jingle out of his rude statement.

Kirishima’s swinging comes to a halt.

God, you don’t even know he knows you have an account.

Kirishima does follow you, but on a new account, he just made up that kinda looks like a bot you’re too lazy to remove, so you just keep it.

Swallowing his spit he sits up from the hammock, “if l/n ever found out that I have their tik tok, I will off myself.”

And here we bring it back to present day.

You just posted an hour ago on tik tok.

You were doing some random hand dance with Mina at lunch. He’d watch the way you’d laugh when you or Mina would mess up. The multiple takes and the fit of laughter.

He loved the video so much, he found it so organic and personal. Like he was actually there across from the table. He smiles at the screen watching it over again.

His smile faltered only a little when he gets another notification that you posted something.

Quickly pressing the notification, Kirishima’s heart stops.

He didn’t know what song was playing, and what words you were singing. But you looked HOT.

You had an entirely new look. You transitioned from regular pajamas to a whole other cooler outfit. Kirishima bends lower into his desk, making sure that only his eyes get to get to lay on your beauty.

Kirishima likes and saves your post with the quickness. He didn’t care if he was the first ever to interact with your post. At least you know he’s not some bot.

As Kirishima soulfully enjoyed the video you posted, Denki finally walks into class. An hour late.

A scold here and there from Mr. Aizawa, and he reaches his seat. Falling down with a thud he greets his next-door seat buddy.

“What’s up, man! Dude, I couldn’t sleep last night until the early morning and then my alarm didn’t go off! I just said fuck it and took my time today” Denki vents, a defeated smile portrayed on his lips.

Looking at his friend, he noticed how hunched up he is in his seat. “Dude?” Denki says, still no reply.

Kirishima was so deep into thought whilst watching the video of you. He started to think about his deepest fantasies.

What if you sang to him like the way you sang in your tik toks? What if the both of you were a couple?

He’d imagine the dates he would take you on, the way you smile, the way you laughed, it was all worth it at the end of the day.

He’d imagine how he’d kiss you and how you’d kiss him. Arms tightly wrapped around your waist as you sat in his lap, going at it for hours until your lips were swollen and you couldn’t give away anymore more breath.

This makes Kirishima’s breath hitch, what other things would you guys do?

What if you guys were a couple until graduation? He would definitely propose to you. Imagine the wedding the both of you would plan. The reception would be beautiful.

Kirishima really started to melt when he imagines the honeymoon. He wanted to go somewhere warm and tropical, maybe the Bahamas or the Maldives. He thinks you would like the Maldives, as he would too.

A blush castes over his face as he still watches the video of you over and over again. He’d imagine the night of your honeymoon.

Can he give you children? He thought.

If you can’t, he’ll find a way that night–

“Dude!”

Kirishima jumps harshly at the loud voice that called his name.

Denki buffs out a breath, Kirishima sees Denki standing from his seat as he surrounded Kirishima.

“I’ve been calling you for the last, like, 3 minutes!” He exclaimed.

“S-sorry man, j-just deep into thought” Kirishima says. A blush was still present on his face.

“Whatever, anyways as I was saying–“ Denki sits in his chair, his eyes so happen to shoot down towards Kirishima’s phone.

Denki paused at this, a devilish grin showing on his face. “No fucking way dude! You were stalking l/n’s page!” Denki exclaims, laughing enough for everyone to hear.

“Kaminari! Detention!” Aizawa barks.

Denki didn’t even care, a smile still on his face he starts to laugh.

“Dude!” Kirishima grows red at the loud announcement Denki makes, sinking into his seat he covers his head.

“What is he doing?” A voice says.

Kirishima’s eyes shoot wide, looking behind him he blinks. Two seats behind him he noticed you, leaving out the aisle in confusion.

“L/n! Get up, get up, get up! Kirishima’s stalking your freakin tik tok!” Denki laughs. Your bottom lips was pursed out, you were still confused as to what was happening as you slowly gained height out of your seat.

You were walking towards him, oh god.

Kirishima was so embarrassed that his hands were on his face the whole time. He didn’t even realize that his phone was on his desk still playing the video you posted over and over again.

Placing your hands on the two desks behind Kirishima and Denki, you crouch down. “What’s going on?” You say, you were also quiet. As he would assume no one really knows of your tik tok like that but him and a select few.

“Kirishima stalks your!–“ before he could finish, you slapped your hand on top of his mouth. “Quietly!” You whispered.

Uncovering your hand Denki leans down into your ear, telling you about how Kirishima was watching a tik tok of you over and over again. Looking over you eye Kirishima down.

Kirishima swallows his spit as he uncovers his face, the red blush still painted on his face like red roses sprawled out within a garden.

“H-here” he trembles. Reaching for his phone he extends it to you. With a fierce snatch, you scroll through your tik tok, seeing that he at least liked or saved all of your most recent posts. You didn’t even want to know how far this goes down.

You scrolled some more until you stopped on a particular post. “You’ve seen this one, Kirishima?” You asked. Holding the phone out, he leans in staring at the screen.

“Y-yes” he stuttered.

It was the tik tok of you talking about you having a crush on a guy in your class. Letting out a sigh, you stand back up.

“You wanna know who it is?” You say. Kirishima pursed up at your question, his head shaking with a shy nod.

Smiling you reach down, closing the space between the both of you. You grab the back of his neck, which makes Kirishima let out a jagged breath.

Falling close to his ear, you whispered.

“You really wanna know?” You teased.

You could hear Kirishima swallow his spit hard, and he nods again. “Yes—I do” he whispers.

“It’s you.”

Kirishima’s eyes snap wide open, snapping his neck towards your face, he sees you let out a giggle. He shoots up from his seat. Walking backward he stumbled out of the classroom.

Before you could chase him out, you hear a loud thud.

“Kirishima just passed out!” You hear Momo shout.

If Kirishima died today…

He’d die a happy man.

Omg, guys, thank you all so much for all the support and new follows!!! I just saw my post show up third on one of the Bakugo hashtags! And some of my posts were recommended under others. I’m so happy right now.

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Sure thing sweets.

Title : Relieve my stress

Characters : Shouto/ Fem reader

Genre : Drabble/ NSFW/ 18+/ Cock warming/ Fluff/ Shouto is a big tease.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

When he comes home late at night— after a tedious day's work, and doesn't greet you with the usual breathtaking kiss.. When the first thing he does— after kicking off his boots and shedding his metal combat vest, is nuzzle your neck and groan loudly.. When his glum features fail to brighten up despite seeing your beautiful face and hearing your cute giggles.. it only means one thing.

_ "Another bad day huh?" and you don't need to feel that faint nod against your skin to know the answer. Being a pro hero and on top of the list at that, means that days like this one are bound to occur, and when they do, it's up to you to turn your boyfriend's frown upside down.

You say nothing more, and simply allow him to grab onto you for as long as he wishes, since that's what he's been craving the whole day.

And only when he pulls away to look deep into your eyes, do you run your fingers along his cheeks and whisper a soft, "welcome home Shouto."

You ask if you can do anything to make him feel better, perhaps if he wants to start with the dinner you so lovingly prepared, or maybe draw him a bubble bath if he so wishes.

But he doesn't want to eat, nor does he want to bathe. All he wants is to be wrapped around your body, and so he begs, "please come with me y/n," before dragging you to your bedroom.

You follow him obediently and say nothing, if your presence is what he needs, then you'll happily oblige.

You help him shed the layers of clothing separating you from feeling his godly muscles, and smoothe your hands over his recently revealed flesh before trailing butterfly kisses along his pecs.

_ "Lay down for me honey," he requests, pushing you gently on the mattress before ridding you of the shirt— you chose to wear over nothing but a cute cheeky panty, "fuck.." he breathes out as he leans in to connect your lips, and you let out a blissful sigh when he settles between your legs.

He's still in his pants, and you're still in your underwear, but oh dear does the friction of his growing bulge against your core drive you insane.

His lips leave yours and brush against your jaw bone as his hips quicken.

He's as gentle as ever, but an obvious urge is causing his body to tense up, almost as if he's holding back from ravishing you.

And all of a sudden, he sits up and unzips his pants before plopping down on his back and pulling you on top of him.

You move to straddle his waist, licking your lips as you lower his boxers and pull out his raging cock. You swallow thickly as you trace the bulging veins running down his shaft, and think about the countless times you've felt them deliciously grazing your soft gummy walls as he pushes in and out of your heat.

You must have been in a trance, because only when he squeezed your bum, did your gaze finally snap up to meet his amused features, "ready for me beautiful?"

You nod fervently, unfazed by how eager you seem, and bite down on your lip when he pushes your panty to the side and runs his thumb teasingly along your glistening clit before helping you to your knees and positioning himself at your sopping cunt.

You slide down slowly, oh so slowly, enjoying the way your throbbing walls stretch out for him, and you let out a strangled whimper when his fat cock is finally sheathed against your cervix.

You want to move, to ride him until he bursts inside of you, but the firm grip he has on your hips prevents and confuses you, "what are you doing Shouto?" you try wiggling in his grasp, to feel that delicious friction within you, but his freakishly strong hold keeps you in place.

_ "You're beautiful y/n, all needy for me, fuck.. you're quivering relentlessly around my cock." his thumbs caress your skin softly, and his intense gaze study your trembling form.

It's one of those days, when all he needs is being buried deep into your pussy as he tells you how tiresome his day has been while you reassure him that it's all going to be alright, that you'll never leave his side no matter what.

_ "I'm here Shouto," you place your palms on top of his big warm hands, "tell me what's bothering you."

And he does, thumbs still fondling your sensitive skin as he complains about his stressful day, grunting momentarily each time you unintentionally squeeze around him.

This is torture, the kind that you love and hate at the same time. You're listening to him, smiling as his expressions start to relax, but the throbbing of his hard dick is rendering your vision blurry.

You want a reward for being obedient, a thrust, a roll of his hips, anything to alleviate that delicious suffering, "Shouto, please do something already.." you whine as you squeeze him again— intentionally this time, causing him to groan loudly, an action you are about to pay for..

_ "Alright gorgeous, brace yourself." he demands before picking you up and slamming you back down on him, but only once.

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open as you're unable to even breathe, almost cumming right there and then, but not quite.

_ "It's your turn to tell me about your day honey, the rest can wait till later." he's obviously close as well, but he knows that if he starts moving now, it will be over for you both in no time, and that's not what he wants.

He's a big stupid tease, but he's your big stupid tease and you love him more than anything else.

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mooluvs · 9 months

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Dating Todoroki Shoto would include:

Requests open! | Deku ver | Bakugo ver

Warnings:none | genre: fluff | fic type: headcanons

Small acts of love all the time

He’ll constantly do small things to show his love for you.

Like, remembering your friends’ names and your favourite foods and places.

Him tying your laces when they come undone or helping you do your skincare routine.

Him always checking in on you before you go to bed and texting in the morning.

Helping you study for any upcoming tests.

Making sure you got the homework done.

He’ll always make sure his lesson notes are clear and make sense in case you need to copy them.

Texts you random memes and animal photos that reminded him of you.

Him being totally soft for you

He’s always holding your hand.

And reminding you how much he loves you.

And little head kisses.

Loves cuddling together when you’re at home.

Will declare his love for you in the most random places just because something small reminded him.

Like, he’ll tell you that he’d die for you when your trying to order maccies and that you look beautiful mid way through a fight.

He’ll warm you up when you’re too cold without you even asking.

He’s also just.... so soft with you.

Always gentle, never raises his voice, treats you like absolute royalty

Him being endearingly awkward

He struggled to confess to you in the first place.

He knew he loved you but didn’t know how to confess.

So, he’d just kind stare at you and try and think about what to say.

To you, though, it just looked like he was blankly staring at you.

Luckily for him, he’s cute.

Even when you’ve been together for years, you still catch him staring at you with a small smile.

He just likes thinking about how much he adores you.

Helping each other when you struggle

You’re always there to help him when things get rough with his family.

He always knows you’ll be there for him, whether he needs a shoulder to cry on or someone to come fight endeavour with him.

His siblings all love that about you.

And in return, he’s always there for you when you need it.

He always gives you advice when you need it

And if he doesn’t know what to say to you, he’s at least there to support you in any way that he can.

Also,

SOBA DATES !!

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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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Pining! Shoto who doesn't know how to show his love correctly. Who stares at you blankly until you understand his feelings.

Pining! Shoto who didn't even know he liked you until Ochako made a teasing remark about his staring.

Pining! Shoto who follows you around helplessly, and you don't seem to mind the extra addition. Who smiles and nods when you begin to invite him to wherever you are going.

Pining! Shoto who jumps and accidentally releases bits of his quirk when you accidentally graze his hand. Who clentches his fist in embarrassment when you ask if he was okay.

Pining! Shoto who blushes furiously the first time you praise him on his hero skills. Who stands there nodding and trying not to freak out when you say how “strong!” and “cool!” he is.

Pining! Shoto who sits too close to you on the couch. Always manages to somehow sit in between you and a friend.

Pining! Shoto whose head whips around to you whenever he hears you laugh or talk.

Pining! Shoto who sits next to you when you are online shopping. Listens to when you lightheardedly complain about how expensive everything is. Who buys everything you put in your shopping cart with his fathers credit card and brings it to your dorm room.

Pining! Shoto who thinks he is sick when he sees you talking so estactically to Kirishima. Who grabs your shoulder and leads you away from the redhead. Finally feeling that tight, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach fade.

Pining! Shoto who just can't stop talking about you to his friends. Who somehow mentions your name in every conversation. “Oh, I think Y/N would like this.” and “Doesn't this remind you guys of Y/N?” or “I wish Y/N was here right now.”

i love him.

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crushmeeren · 7 months

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Bakugou/Female Reader/Todoroki

Everyone involved in this is 18+/aged up — if that bothers you then scroll on or block me.

Warnings; Female Anatomy/Pronouns, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex (double penetration), Pussy Eating, Blow Jobs, Squirting, reader gets cream pied in the end, Angst/Comfort, Cursing

Note; This is my first time writing for this pairing and I’ve wanted to for so long so I hope you all enjoy the brain food! 💜💜

AO3 Link; Miscommunications💥🍰

Word Count; 10.1k

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It’s normal when you and Katsuki argue. It’s normal when Shouto and Katsuki argue. What isn’t normal, is when you and Shouto argue. You absolutely fucking hate it when you do. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it always leaves you with a lump in your throat and the feeling of icy fingers twisting your belly with unease. Yet, this past week or so, despite you trying your hardest to avoid having a fight with Shouto, you can’t help but burn with agitation towards the hero.

He’s told you and Katsuki, three times this week mind you, that he was going to be home from work in time to eat dinner before it was too late. Each time he’s shown up late enough that Katsuki just ended up putting a plate in the fridge for him while you two went to bed. He’s missed each night this week and the last, that the three of you are able to have a meal together. Sometimes you wake up to him crawling into the bed hours after you and Katsuki have fallen asleep. You wonder if Shouto feels a pang of sadness when he slips into the bed and notices you and Katsuki curled up together, naked, realizing he’s also missed the rare opportunity when the three of you have enough energy to have sex together. The petty part of you hopes he does.

It’s not like the three of you don’t understand that hero work has never been a job where you’re able to really get home at a scheduled time. You all understand that shit happens. It happens to Katsuki often. It happens to you as well. However lately, Shouto doesn’t even make an effort to keep his fucking phone charged! So you end up leaving irritated voicemails, not letting Katsuki do it because then it’ll really be a fight.

“Pick up the fucking phone, Shouto,” you bite, once again speaking to his damn voicemail. You’re sitting on one of the bar stools at the island in your open kitchen. The leather like material sticking to the bottoms of your thighs and it pisses you off even more. You shift your thighs to unstick them and set your phone down, screen side landing harshly onto the granite counter top. Fuck, you hope the screen didn’t crack. You pick it up gingerly and look at the screen. It doesn’t seem any more scratched than it was before.

You set it down again and lift your hands up to rub them over eyes in irritation. Truthfully you’re starting to feel really really upset at this point. Katsuki tells you not to worry about it, Shouto has always been this much of an airhead. Not to bad mouth him, but you know it’s true. He’s so smart in terms of hero work, but can be so fucking thick when it comes to relationships. You let out a drawn out sigh and try to ignore the hurt that keeps twisting your belly.

“Strawberry shortcake not answer his phone again?” Katsuki asks, voice colored with irritation. Your gaze flickers to one of your boyfriends, roaming the well defined muscles in his shoulders and back. If you weren’t so upset you’d take more time to appreciate his lean body in the moment. He’s wearing a black tank top, black sweats, and he looks as pretty as he always does. Katsuki’s standing at your stove.

You track the movements of his arm as it flexes slightly when he moves the wooden spoon around the pan, stirring the rice. He’s busy cooking a new recipe of fried rice he’s been dying to make for all three of you. It smells so fucking good and you feel second hand hurt in your chest for Katsuki. He was so excited to cook this for you and Sho tonight. You know he wont really show that his feelings are hurt though. Your lips tug into a frown at the thought and you drum your fingers on the counter top.

“No, fucking of course he didn’t,” you mumble, sounding defeated and feeling your eyes start to sting with tears. You really fucking miss him. The way Shouto’s been acting the past couple weeks has really been weighing heavily on your mind and your heart. You’ve started to question whether or not he really wants to be with you and Katsuki. If he still loves you. If he did, why would he miss out on the precious chances the three of you rarely get to spend a night in together?

Of course you’re probably being dramatic, but you can’t help it. The thought makes your chest ache, like someone shoved a fist through your solar plexus. Your body flushes hotly as you get even more worked up, heart beat picking up. It makes you feel like you can’t eat the delicious food Kat has made and you swallow around the lump in your throat, sniffling a little as you feel your eyes well up with tears.

Katsuki is either a mind reader or he heard the little sniffle you did. You actually wouldn’t be surprised if he could somehow read minds. His own belly swirls with anger realizing you’re about to cry. He pauses his movements when you both hear his hands start to crackle, he’s fucking pissed off at Shouto. He turns the heat of the stove off and he moves the pan over to a safe spot on the counter so it won’t burn. Katsuki turns around swiftly to get a look at your sad little face. Your cheeks red, eyes shiny, and you won’t make eye contact with him. He scowls, eye brows scrunching as he makes his way around the counter to stand next to you.

“Look at me, idiot,” he rumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You still refuse to turn your chair, not wanting him to see the expression on your face. He lets out a frustrated sound and grips the back of your chair, physically swiveling your seat so your body is facing him. He steps in between your thighs and you tilt your head downwards, chin resting on your chest. You cross your arms and sniffle again. Katsuki sighs and reaches a hand out to grip your chin.

You feel the way his calloused fingers wrap around the shape of your chin, pressing gently into the muscle as he guides your head up to look at him. You notice his fingers are slightly damp as your eyes flit back and forth when you stare into his pretty scarlet eyes. He glances down and sees the tears that have started to flow quickly down your cheeks and his sharp expression softens a little bit. He lets go of your chin.

“I’m just frustrated. Why doesn’t he want to spend time with us Kat? I don’t understand what’s going through Shos head,” you say in a watery voice, lower lip trembling. You quickly use your hands to wipe away your tears. Katsuki wraps his arms around your neck, bringing you close to bury your face in his chest. The warmth of his chest bleeds through his tank top on to your cheeks and it feels so comforting, warming the parts of your heart that had started to feel cold. You frantically snake your hands around his waist, hugging him tightly, yearning for his affection. He happily gives it to you.

“You know Shoutos head is 90% filled with hot air sweetheart. He’s not doing this on purpose, he loves both of us and he’s just been really busy lately. You know how his asshat of a dad is, pushing Sho past his limits. Trust me, things will be okay,” he says lowly, voice soothingly deep. As much as Shouto is pissing him off, he knows the dumbass isn’t doing this voluntarily. Endeavor is still an asshole. Katsuki rubs his cheek on the top of your head, feeling your soft hair tickle his skin, before placing a soft kiss near your hairline. He starts to run a hand up and down your upper back comfortingly.

“It just hurts Kat,” you say, voice cracking as your shoulders start to jolt with sobs, shaking in his hold. You don’t have any control of the frustration and and hurt spilling out of you and onto Katsuki. He shoulders it, being the strong hero for you that he always is. He holds you tight and lets you cry. The weight of it is a lot, you’ve been letting it build up for the last two weeks and you haven’t cried this hard in a long time. He squeezes you even tighter, noticing his tank become soaked with tears, it cools against his skin. He feels your exhales and lets out a soft growl of anger under his breath.

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” he says, voice sounding rough. You grip the soft material on Katsukis back and fist it with your fingers. You continue to cry for a few minutes, feeling the wet fabric rubbing against your cheeks, heart hammering and stomach clenching painfully as you get pummeled with sobs. You really do try not to get snot on his shirt. He hugs you, not complaining once, continuing to rub your back gently.

You start to feel like you’re getting lightheaded from breathing so heavily and you lean your head back to try and take deep breaths of air to calm down, hiccups pushing through every so often. Katsuki lets his grip loosen and you lean back further, dropping your hands from his back and letting them fall into your lap. He brings his hands up to run his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away stray liquid.

“Feel any better sweetheart?” he asks gently, well as gentle as his voice can be. You sniff and nod once, grabbing his hand and tugging on it, wanting to pull him forward. He goes easily, leaning down into your space, he places a hand on the counter top and the other on the top of your thigh. His fingers dig into the skin there. You tilt your head upwards, eyes feeling puffy, but your belly flutters pleasurably with warmth as Katsukis lips brush softly across yours. Both of you have let your eyes squeeze shut. You press further, firmly sealing your lips with his. He feels so soft and so warm and you feel him let out a small moan as your lips start to roll together slowly and sensually. You swallow his noises eagerly.

The kiss feels sweet, intimate, and extremely comforting as you take his affection and let it fill you up. You smooth your hands up his chest and let them rest near his collarbone. As your thumbs run over the straps of his tank top you both tilt your heads, moving yours from right to left and his the opposite as you kiss slowly, feeling his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. You whimper softly and open your mouth on the next meeting of your lips. You feel his tongue slip inside of your mouth, running against yours and licking the soft pallet on the roof of your mouth. Tingles shoot down your spine and you gasp softly, breaking away from the kiss with a wet noise. Katsuki feels his dick throb.

The two of you rest your foreheads together, chests rising and falling quickly as you catch your breath.

“Kat, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can eat anything. I just wanna go to bed,” you say, trying to will away the sting behind your eyes that you’re starting to feel again. You move your hands up to frame his face with your hands. Katsuki moves back from the embrace and you let your hands fall from his face as you chew your bottom lip. You take in his sharp features and see his cheeks are pink, his expression remaining neutral. His eyes remain the same as always though, full of love for you.

“Let me take you to bed then little love,” he purrs. You smile softly at his sweet words and your eyes widen when he leans down quickly and slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing firmly and lifting you up. You let out a sound of surprise and cling to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms hugging his neck. He walks the two of you to your bedroom and he drops you down on the bed, near the edge, letting you bounce a couple times. You move back till you’re able to lay your head on a pillow and reach your arms out for him.

“Come here Katsuki,” you whisper, waiting patiently as you see his mouth pull into a smirk. The air heats up between the two of you, not a blaze, but a low, warm smolder as he strips his tank top off. Like a fire where the wood only glows orange and red, nothing but embers left. You watch him crawl towards you on the bed, you let him strip the both of you bare. He pulls the covers over the two of you in the mostly dark room. You let him slip inside of your pussy easily. He moves sweet and slow, making love to you as the two of you are wrapped up together. You let him fill you with comfort and love, falling asleep quickly afterwards.

Later on Katsuki ventures back to the kitchen to put away the rice, contemplating what he’s going to tell the red and white dumbass when he gets home. Katsuki sits at their kitchen bar top for an hour or so, falling asleep with his chin in his hand, head snapping back up as he jolts awake.

He rubs his eyes sleepily and taps his phone to see the time. He realizes it’s getting close to midnight and he grips the counter so hard he swears it cracks. His hot temper flares and he grinds his teeth together, moving his hand away from the counter, not wanting it to explode. Katsuki leaves a very angry and colorful note for Shouto in the kitchen and goes to bed. He slips under the covers, pulling you close and relaxing slightly when you snuggle into his chest.

It must be close to 1 am when you feel a cool arm wrap around your belly, rousing you slightly from your sleep. You had been sleeping on your left side, facing Katsuki, with your right leg tucked up a little bit. Your left arm was under your pillow when Shoutos arm tugs you into his solid chest. Shoutos soft nose tickling the back of your neck. Usually you’d turn around once you feel him slip in the bed, nuzzling noses with him and trading, soft, slow kisses in greeting. You’re still more than half asleep but you still feel unsettled, hurt and you don’t turn around. You let him curl up behind you.

It’s become a habit, something the three of you do every time one of you comes home late and the other two are fast asleep. You know Shouto is waiting for it and you can tell he realizes something his wrong. You feel the arm wrapped around you squeeze a little bit tighter and can physically feel his arm get cooler in response to his emotions.

He knows you’re partially awake when you pull the blanket up and cover both of your shoulders, making sure the blanket is also tugged up on Katsuki, covering his chest seeing as he’s laying on his back. He hasn’t woken up once, he’s a heavy sleeper when he wants to be. You reach out a hand to rest it on Katsukis belly, feeling his warm skin. Katsuki unconsciously brings his own hand up to tangle your fingers together. You drift off again, feeling a bit heartbroken. The dreams you have that night are more nightmares than anything.

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You don’t speak to Shouto for almost two days. He tries to talk to you, he really does. He actually keeps his cell phone charged and tries to text you and call you throughout the day. He sends you cat memes and love notes but you ignore them, not in the mood to deal with it right now. The first morning you force yourself to wake up before Shouto does, heading to your hero agency early. You don’t come back till late into the night. Exhausted, bruised and skin overly hot from the use of your quirk, you tumble into your home. You know Shouto knows you’re upset because you’ve been talking to Katsuki. They definitely had a fight about it, probably even a bit of a physical one judging by the new burn marks on the wall of the living room.

You know they must’ve made up when you open your bedroom door to find them naked and entangled in bed, blanket pulled up over their waists. The soft light from the bathroom night light makes them somewhat visible in the dark. You see Shouto resting his head on Katsukis chest, arm thrown over his stomach. Your body flushes hotly and your stomach drops, twisting with hurt. You heart pulses with the negative emotion as you stand there in the doorway.

You love seeing them together but you and Shouto are still caught up in the middle of this argument. You sigh and move into the room, stripping your hero costume off, tossing the dirty clothes in the hamper. You move to your dresser and go ahead and pull on a large T-shirt and clean underwear. As you make your way into the master bathroom, using the night light to guid you, you’ve decided you really can’t be bothered to get in the shower.

Water drips down your arms as you lean over the sink to wash your face. You feel the layer of grime that comes off when you rinse it off, cupping the water from the faucet and let it run over you skin. As you bring up a fluffy towel to pat your skin dry, you look in the mirror, taking in your appearance. You look the same way you feel, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. Bags under your eyes, skin pale, a sad look in your eyes. The past couple weeks have been sitting on your shoulders heavily. You quickly look away and turn around while you brush your teeth. You stare off into space as you lean your hip against the sink, feeling the tiredness dragging you down.

Spitting into the sink you rinse your mouth and use mouthwash, pulling your hair into a bun and flipping off the light switch. You take a few steps towards your bed, but your face scrunches in uneasiness as you get close and you pause right before the side edge. You realize you can’t sleep in here tonight. Swallowing around a lump in your throat, heart beating hard and feeling like you’re going to be sick you quickly turn and walk towards the door to your room. As you reach the doorway your hear a sleep filled voice murmur your name. You freeze, recognizing Shoutos voice. He must have woken up and heard you moving around.

You don’t hear any other movement after that, just the sound of Katsukis soft snores and you think Shouto must’ve fallen back asleep. You make your way to the living room. Your eyes adjust to the dark and you’re able to make your way over to the large, fluffy sectional you have. You lay down on the side where it turns into an L.

Your grab two of the throw blankets from the back of the couch, wanting to be covered completely and you snuggle underneath, resting your head on a squishy pillow. Before you forget you quickly text Katsuki you’re out on the couch and toss your phone close by. Feeling your chest ache, wanting this whole thing to be over, you curl up into a ball, hugging your knees. You desperately just want Shouto to understand where you’re coming from. You’ll talk to him tomorrow, you think, as you close your eyes and feel tears slip out of the sides of your eyes, trailing down your face and forming a little wet spot on the couch near your ear.

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Shouto wakes up the next morning feeling like there’s a gray cloud looming over his head when his alarm goes off. He’s staring at Katsukis side profile, admiring his pretty face. He notices that he and the blonde are both only in their briefs and he remembers the night they had. He smiles briefly, before his memory provides him with the fact that you weren’t there. It makes him feel sad, chest squeezing like a vice as he thinks about the argument he’s been having with you. His lips turn into a frown. To top it off, it doesn’t help that he ended up being the only one out of all three of you that has to work today.

He doesn’t know how it happened. Wait, yes he does, it’s because of his dick of a father. As he contemplates whether or not he really needs this hero job with Endeavor, he realizes something isn’t quite right as he lays in your shared bed. The cool air of the room tickles the back of his neck and the baby hairs there stand straight up. Once he notices that something missing here is you, his pulse immediately stutters and kicks into overdrive.

He flips around in bed, heart jumping into his throat, seeing you’re not there and instantly he’s frantically tumbling out of bed, waking up Katsuki in the process, jostling him around. Shouto trips on the blanket when it gets trapped around his ankle as he tries to stand up. Letting out a yelp, he goes down with a hard thud, shoulder hitting the floor and he groans, rolling onto his back.

“Oi, oi! What the fuck are you doing dumbass?!” Katsuki yells, sitting up straight in the bed, hand already raised, palm sparking dangerously out of habit. His eyes wildly scan the room for the threat until they land on the his sprawled out boyfriend. He lowers his hand and his gaze narrows. He lets out a frustrated growl. Shouto tilts his head and sees Katsuki sitting up, staring down at him over the side of the bed.

His mismatched eyes widen again when he remembers what made him get up so fast in the first place. He sits up, quickly getting to his feet. He all but launches himself at Katsuki, who braces himself for the impact. Shouto grabs the other mans arms, one hand burning Katsukis skin and the other icy. Katsuki feels his lip curl up at the tight grip as he listens to Shouto whisper your name. He shakes Katsuki by his biceps.

“She’s not in the bed! What if she didn’t come home last night? What if she got hurt out on patrol yesterday and we didn’t know?” Shouto says, voice edging on panic, the left side of his face and hair starting to catch fire. Katsuki violently shakes Shoutos grip from him and pushes roughly at his chest, shoving him backwards. It forces him take a step away so Katsuki can raise up from the bed.

The damp palms of his hands make contact with Shoutos bare chest, slapping loudly. Katsuki pushes in close to him, lips pulled up into a sneer and eyebrows furrowed. He looks menacing as he shoves a finger into Shoutos chest. For the first time since their days at UA, Shouto feels a bit afraid of his boyfriend. He’s ignorantly lit a match in his partner and now Katsuki is a raging inferno. Shouto looks down, stunned at the appendage digging into his skin, unable to speak.

“Let’s get something straight here you fucking idiot. Number one, she is here, but she’s sleeping on the couch so you can chill the fuck out. You want to know why? It’s because for the past two goddamn weeks you’ve been blowing us off like we mean nothing to you and I spent the other night holding her while she cried her eyes out about it,” he growls, jaw clenching tightly as he pauses to take his finger off Shoutos chest. He starts to blow around the room furiously, leaving Shouto frozen in place.

Katsuki notices the frost trickling down the other heros arm and huffs agitatedly. The blonde angrily picks up a pair of sweatpants and whips around to stare down Shouto. “Number two, you know this shit has been breaking her heart. So you better fucking fix it, today, or you’re gonna have to face down with me and I swear to god you won’t like that. Fucking put your hair out, you’re gonna burn down the damn house,” he bites, slamming the bathroom door shut fiercely enough Shouto thinks the door frame shakes.

Feeling like Katsuki has kicked him in the back of the knees, knocking his legs out from under him, he sits on the edge of the bed. Sadness and hurt clash together in his chest and it’s all he can do to run his shaky fingers over his short hair, snuffing out the flames. He stares at where the door was slammed shut. He wasn’t even able to say anything, throat feeling like sandpaper when he swallows.

Shouto knew you were upset and he was already determined for the two of you to make up from this fight, but he didn’t know you had cried in Katsukis arms. It made his stomach roll painfully, feeling like he may throw up. Looking at the clock he notices he’s going to be late and he stands on wobbly legs. He gets ready for work silently, trying to push this whirlwind of emotions down until he can get home from work. Shouto pulls on his hero costume and if he wipes stray tears away from his cheeks in the process, nobody else would know.

The second you hear Shouto leave is when you finally open your eyes. You had heard Katsuki shouting at him and you pretended to be asleep in case Sho came out to the living room. Your adrenaline was pumping and you didn’t want to get into a blow out fight with Shouto and make him feel even worse when he has to go out into the street and patrol. He can’t afford to risk his life and be distracted out there. You know in your heart that the two of you have to reconcile today and you’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

You love the two of them so much and as hurt as you’ve been feeling, you don’t want Shouto to be in pain either. He’s your partner, your lover and one of your soulmates. He makes your days sunnier. Shouto never fails to make you laugh, even when he doesn’t mean to. You love when he asks you about the little things that most people assume are common knowledge. There are some things he never got to enjoy growing up. You will say it until your dying breath, but one of the best parts of your life, has been being able to watch him experience everything he’s missed out on.

You sniffle and throw the blankets off, padding into the bedroom quietly. You flop down in your large memory foam bed, quick to lay in the warm spot Katsukis body left behind. You pull the fluffy blanket up over your shoulder and wait for Katsuki to get out of the shower. You need him to hold you again and let his warm love soothe your aching heart.

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It’s late, but not too late when you hear Shouto come through the door. Love and excitement bursts in your chest knowing he’s home early and on time. You had texted the group chat the three of you share earlier today and told him to be home in time for dinner. All three of you are going to mend this crack that’s been festering in between you and Shouto recently.

Katsuki decided to make his new version of his fried rice recipe again, wanting the three of you to actually share it together this time. Katsuki is busy in the kitchen and it smells amazing in your home. You can see him at the stove when you turn around and you can’t help but glance at him multiple times. You’ve been sitting nervously on your couch, blanket wrapped around you as the two of you waited for Shouto.

You’ve been picking at your nails waiting for him. Once you hear the door unlock you shoot to your feet, blanket falling to the couch. Despite your eagerness you walk slowly around the couch to get in Shoutos pathway. You stop a few feet in front of him as he pauses a couple steps into your home. You wring your fingers together sheepishly, giving him a shy smile and shift your weight from foot to foot.

His pretty mismatched eyes flicker all over your face, as if he’s trying to burn your imagine into his brain. He settles on making eye contact with you and his eyes light up brightly. You feel instant butterflies, much like the first time you saw Shoutos pretty face, all those years ago your first day at UA. He gives you a small smile, which in Shoutos language is a happy grin.

You can’t help it when your lips tug into a smile so wide it makes your cheeks hurt and suddenly he’s walking towards you. He’s bending over to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Baby,” he breathes, wearing his heart on his sleeve. “I’ve missed you little love,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

You make a soft sound of joy, snaking your arms around his neck and burying your face into the warm skin there. He lifts you off the ground and you squeak lightly, securing your legs around his hips. The two of you stand there, hugging for a moment. Taking time to soak in each others warmth and presence.

“God, I missed you too Sho,” you say, pressing the words into his skin, hoping they’ll stay there permanently.

You felt like you hadn’t seen him in a month and feeling his heartbeat against your chest, you felt like you could cry. You missed the subtle feeling of his two different body temperatures making your skin tingle.

“You two idiots gonna stand there the whole night or are we finally gonna try this rice I made,” Katsuki complains, hands on his hips but he has a smirk on his lips. His heart feels like it may burst, love overflowing as he watches the two of you interact after what felt like an eternity. You and Shouto both turn your heads to look at him, you giggle softly, letting your legs unwind from Shouto. He sets you gently back down on the floor before he kisses your forehead, lips lingering for a moment. You hum softly and your eyes flutter shut leaning into his chest. Not everything is fixed but even with this unspoken communication you can feel everything will be alright.

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After a long conversation at the dining table and some mouth watering, orgasm inducing fried rice, you find yourself in your bed, between Katsukis wide spread thighs. He’s leaning his back against a couple of pillows propped up on the headboard and your head is resting on his thigh. The soft blonde hair on his leg tickling your face. You’re on your elbows and knees, ass propped up in the air for Shouto. The hand opposite your head trails up Katsukis inner thigh. He shivers in response.

You stare at the blondes hard, thick cock, that’s he currently got a hand wrapped around. He uses one hand to pump his shaft slowly, thumb running over his tip as he threads the other one through your hair. He bites his bottom lip when you look up into his ruby red eyes. You look fucked out, cheeks pink and eyes lidded. It feels like electricity shoots down both your spines when you lock eyes.

You feel both of Shoutos hands grip your ass cheeks and spread them apart from behind. You feel the cool hair against your ass and your nails dig into Katsukis thigh eyes fluttering shut. You choke out a moan when you feel Shoutos slick, warm tongue press against your clit, flicking it gently and dragging it down through your dripping folds. You gasp sharply and raise your head from Katsukis thigh, resting your weight on your elbows in between the blondes thighs. Shoutos started licking at your clit relentlessly, dipping his tongue inside of your hole as he slips two lube covered fingers into your ass. He’s using his left hand, so the fingers are extra warm and it makes your belly fill with bubbling, heated honey. There’s an aching burn as he stretches your rim, spreading your puffy hole. The fingers in your hair tug tightly forcing you to look up into Katsukis intense eyes.

“Fucking hell, look at you, such a pretty puppy. You love when Sho eats your pussy, don’t you? Mm we’re gonna have him fuck you so well, I can’t wait,” Katsuki smirks, tugging your head forward when you jolt towards him. You curse loudly, ass clenching around Shoutos fingers as he sucks harshly on your clit.

“Sho, oh my god,” you groan, mouth dropping open. The craving in you wins out and you let your tongue flick out to lick at the head of Katsukis cock. You run your tongue over his slit, tasting him. The blonde gasps, grinning, looking smug. His hand stilling it’s motion on his dick as he grips the base of his cock. He feels himself throb against his hot palm. You run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling his soft, silky skin, desperately wanting to suck him off.

You get distracted though when Shouto takes it upon himself to hum against your pussy at that moment and you almost scream. You groan, panting and your eyelids flutter but you keep them open, trying to focus on the cock in front of your face. Katsuki notices where you gaze has been occupied and smiles coyly. He taps his cock head against your soft lips a couple times, tip sticky with precum. He moans lowly at the contact and you lick him off your lower lip, savoring his taste.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you wanna suck on my cock baby?” he coos, voice edging on mean.

“Yes, fuck Kat, wanna feel you in my throat,” you moan loudly, brushing your lips on his dick. The other hero sucks at your slick folds, rolling your clit between his lips and it’s getting hard to focus. Your head feels light and you think you may cum feeling Shouto slip a third slick finger into your ass, thrusting them shallowly. You aren’t sure when he got the lube in the first place, but it feels heavenly letting his fingers create that friction, dragging against your walls. You can’t see behind you but you can hear the slick movement of Shoutos hand pumping his cock as he eats you out and fingers your ass. The image makes your belly tighten and your clit twitch in his mouth.

“What do you think Sho? Should I let her suck my cock while you finish stretching her tight ass?” Katsuki asks cockily, grinning at Shouto over your shoulder. Shouto takes his mouth from your pussy, sitting up straight, making you whine in protest and he giggles, pressing his fingers deeper in your ass in apology. He meets Katsukis gaze excitedly, one corner of his mouth tugging into a small smile. You feel your elbows ache from holding your weight up as you listen for Shoutos answer.

“Oh, well yes, I think I would like to see that,” Shouto says softly, cheeks turning pink from arousal. His lips are shiny from eating your pussy. He hears your groan when he absently spreads his fingers in your ass and he glances down at where your face is hovering near the blondes shaft. He feels his own cock twitch at the thought of seeing your lips stretched around Katsukis pretty dick. Katsuki laughs and smirks down at you, pulling your head forward. You open eagerly as he guides his cock in. You immediately wrap your lips around his tip. You suck harshly, swirling your tongue around it and slide your lips down, taking him halfway into your mouth. You feel a pulse of arousal in your pussy as the weight of his cock sits heavy on your tongue.

“Fuck! You’re Sho and I’s pretty little pup aren’t you? God your mouth feels so good,” Katsuki rumbles, head tilting backwards, letting out a groan from his chest as he helps guide your slick, hot mouth up and down his cock. Fingers tight in your hair, his nails scratching at your scalp. It sends painful tingles down to your neck but you love it. The way your tongue rolls over his shaft as you suck him off makes his free hand clench the sheets, desperately trying not to cum yet.

Shouto is watching with all his attention as he sees the blondes cock vanish repeatedly into your mouth, your lips red and stretched tight. Shoutos been on the receiving end of your wicked mouth and he doesn’t know how Katsuki lasts so long. His stamina is impressive in everything he does. As you suck Katsukis cock, the aching burn of Shoutos fingers turn into a pleasurable one and your clit throbs. You hum around the blondes dick and Katsuki can’t help the long whine that rips from his throat. His hips jerk up and the fingers in your hair tug you down. You scramble to grip his thighs as his cock pushes into your throat.

It feels so good you can’t even think as he keeps you still for a few seconds. You feel spit drip out of your mouth and down his shaft. You don’t gag, but your airway is cut off, effectively suffocating you and you hear Shouto whimper from behind. He slips his fingers free from your ass and your wet pussy clenches from the uncomfortable sensation. Katsuki lets you go after that, fingers falling from your hair. Your lungs burn as you take in a few deep breaths, breasts heaving as your chest expands and deflates rapidly. You look up, neck stiff from being held tightly, to see Katsukis pretty face, flushed bright pink. You’re still holding onto the blondes thighs.

“Baby, please, let me fuck you,” Shouto whines desperately, placing a hand on your belly and pressing you up from between Katsukis thighs onto your knees. His large palm covers a good amount of your stomach and it makes your cheeks flush. You let him reposition you, feeling his warm chest against your back once you’re straight up. Shoutos nose nuzzles the side of your neck. His hands trace up your belly from your hips.

His slender digits tickling your ribs before he grips both your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He lets the temperatures of both hands intensify and you almost sob, the different sensations giving you goosebumps. Your head falls back on his shoulder, moaning softly as you reach a hand down to rub your clit in small, fast circles. You’re so fucking turned on and you notice how wet you are. You can’t wait any longer, pussy aching for Shoutos cock. Your heart rate picks up erratically.

“Yes Sho, my baby, I need you, I want both of you,” you say breathlessly, lifting your head and looking down into Katsukis sharp eyes, making eye contact with him. His gaze had been glued to where Shouto had a hold of your breasts. Shouto lets go of your tits and grabs your hips again tightly, groan vibrating into your shoulder. You look down to where Katsuki is lazily stroking his cock again. He smirks at you and your face heats up at his gaze. He reaches his free hand out to you.

“Well? Let me stretch that sweet ass of yours and I’ll let Sho get his dick wet inside your pretty pussy,” he purrs, cheeky grin never leaving his face. You feel Shouto rumble against your back once more. You gently take Shoutos fingers from your hips, squeezing them once before letting go. You crawl towards Katsuki, who lets go of his cock and pushes himself up more into a sitting position. He bends his knees and plants his feet, waiting for you. Getting in between his thighs, you bite your lip, smiling sweetly at him. You get into his space and quickly peck his lips once, feeling how soft he is. You love kissing him.

He smiles, a grin that shows his love and its full force is directed at you. Not many people can handle it, it’s a bit like walking on the surface of the sun. You and Shouto would happily burn to ash for him. You’re so grateful for him and how he’s supported you and Shouto the past few days. You feel overwhelmed with love, chest so warm and full of the feeling you may cry. Unable to resist you lean forward and whisper a sweet I love you in his ear. When you look back at him, his cheeks are red and he’s wearing a frown. Giggling, you wink at him, turning around. You settle a knee on the outside of each of his thighs. You find you’re able to brace your hands on the blondes knees when he bends you forward a little, a gentle hand on your lower back.

You bite your bottom lip, watching as Shouto makes his way to the two of you. You notice his face looks content and you’re positive he watched your interaction with Katsuki. He sits on his calves before you, in between Katsukis spread feet. Placing a hand on his cheek, you run a thumb over his scar underneath his eye. You grin at him, whispering how much you love him as well. His face turns red and he says it back gently. You look down and see his pretty cock standing straight up against his belly, precum leaking from the tip and he has his hands on his thighs.

“Ready puppy?” Katsuki whispers hotly, kissing the back of your shoulder. The slow simmer of fire between all of you, turns into a blaze immediately when you hear the blondes words. You nod eagerly, looking into Shoutos eyes.

“Yes Kat, I’m ready,” you whisper, shifting your body forward a bit to expose your ass even more. You hear Katsuki all but purr and the tip of his cock is suddenly running over your slick hole. Your body feels too hot and it’s like your skin doesn’t fit. Katsuki wraps a hand around the base of his cock, keeping it steady and using his free hand to guide you down by your hip until his cock catches on your hole.

Your hands shoot out to brace yourself on Shoutos shoulders, eyes widening and fingers digging into his skin. It’s a slow press at first and you whimper loudly when your rim stretches, fitting to the shape of the blondes dick. Shouto leans his forehead against yours when he sees the wince on your face, eyes squeezing shut in pain as Katsukis cock slips in past your rim and you involuntarily clench around him, gasping loudly. The blonde chokes a bit at the feeling, his cock being wrapped in your impossibly tight heat. Your pussy throbs and your ass aches, but you know the pain will soon fade to an intense pleasure.

“It’s okay little love, I’ve got you, hold my hands okay? You know you can take Kat, you’re doing so good,” Shouto whispers and coos, nuzzling your noses together. You nod, nuzzling him back and yelp as you feel Katsuki slide in even further, slowly bottoming out. You groan, eyes opening wide and Shouto takes your hands from his shoulders. He laces your fingers together and lets you brace your weight on him. You take a deep breath, letting out a shaky exhale before you start to trade slow kisses with Shouto until you’re fully seated in Katsukis lap. Once your ass brushes against his pelvis you break from the kiss and let yourself adjust to the dull throbbing sensation. Katsuki isn’t fairing much better, panting heavily, almost growling in his throat.

“Shit, your ass is so tight, you’re doing so good. I’m gonna move okay my pretty little pup? I wanna get Sho inside of you,” he murmurs in a raspy voice. You finally lean back from letting your forehead rest against Shoutos and you press your ass down into the blondes lap, pushing him in just a bit deeper.

“Yes, yes definitely, I want Sho inside of me too,” you say lovingly, looking straight into Shoutos eyes. His mouth drops open slightly and he squeezes your hands tight. Katsuki knows this is supposed to be a way for the three of you to reconnect, but he knows you and Shouto need to be face to face while you have sex. The two of you need the intimacy and reassurance that the other is there.

He knows you want Shouto slipping into your pussy and squishing you between the two of their chests as they make love to you. With determination in mind Katsuki starts to help you move up and down on his cock, holding your waist. You again brace your weight on Shoutos hands, starting to ride Katsuki to get yourself used to the feeling. Shouto watches your face, not wanting to miss any of your expressions. He kisses your cheeks and whispers sweet nothings to you.

“Please! Please, Kat, I need Sho too,” you choke out after a few moments. Katsuki exhales heavily behind you, biceps flexing as he helps you ride him. He lets out a whimper, pulling you down into his lap, holding you still.

“Sho, baby, let go of her hands for a second okay?” Katsuki tells him softly.

“Yes Kat,” Shouto replies obediently, releasing you. Katsuki is quick to pull you back against his chest, forcing your knees out from under you so your ass is firmly in his lap and your feet are planted on the bed near his. Your eyes widen when you feel the blondes hands slip underneath your knees and pull your thighs up towards your chest. He’s got you in what is basically a full Nelson at this point, minus his hands laced behind your head.

“Katsuki!” you gasp, feeling your wet pussy spread open completely for Shouto and your sure the blonde’s giving the other a good view of where his cock is nestled in your ass. You watch Shoutos cock kick against his belly as he takes in the two of you. You’re positive Katsuki is smirking at him over your shoulder.

“Well Sho? Are you gonna fuck her sweet pussy or are you waiting for an invitation?” he says, voice mocking. Shoutos face heats up and he glares at Katsuki slightly. It only makes him laugh.

“C’mon Sho, please? Show me how sorry you are and make love to me,” you purr, pushing your lower lip out at him. You let your head fall back against Katsukis shoulder and place your fingers on your pussy lips, spreading them open to show Shouto how wet you are. His mismatched eyes stare at your slick folds and his cock aches. He inches forward until he’s right before you.

He wraps a hand around his shaft and his tip accidentally slides through your folds. A whimper slips from his lips at the contact and he feels like he could cum just from feeling your warm, wet pussy like this. He can’t hold back anymore, he lines his dick up with your hole, places his hands on your inner thighs and he watches his dick disappear as he presses himself inside of you.

“Sh-Shouto, oh fuck, you feel so good,” you stutter, feeling split wide open, Shouto stuffing you all the way. He pushes in until hips press against you snuggly. He keeps letting out soft moans as your pussy sucks him in. He can feel Katsukis cock rubbing up against his through your walls and it’s driving him absolutely insane. He feels like a live wire. He’s either gonna melt or cum and he’s honestly worried he may either set the bed on fire or freeze it, his quirk trying to rise to the surface. Shouto remains in control and bites his lower lip, feeling the way he fits in your pussy perfectly snug.

You can feel Katsuki bite down, sharp canines digging into the muscle of your shoulder as Shoutos cock slides in against his. His grip gets even tighter under your knees and you’ve got your arms behind you, wrapped around the blondes neck, fingers threaded through his soft hair to hang on.

“Sho, f-fucking move, I have a limited amount of space. I’m aching, so for the love of God, move,” Katsuki growls against your skin, teeth clenched. He can feel his dick throbbing in your ass. Shouto whines, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, biting roughly on your perky bud before letting it go. A yelp escapes your lips and the sharp pain flashes straight to your pussy. It makes you clench around both cocks currently splitting you open.

The two of them groan in surprise. You moan Shoutos name lowly and your back arches trying to get him to move his hips. Shouto braces his hands on the headboard behind Katsuki, gripping the wood, fingernails scratching at it. He pulls his hips out halfway, before swiftly thrusting back in, cock rubbing against Katsukis deliciously. Every inch of you is pulsing. All three of you moan collectively. The sound so sweet when it reaches your ears.

Shouto starts a slow, rough pace, fucking into you lovingly. The slow pace is making you feel every inch his cock drags against your pussy. Your filled with a warm syrupy heat as Shouto brushes his lips against yours. Breath hot against your mouth as he trades kisses with you. He leans down further to do the same with Katsuki. He does so back and forth until his hands start to get sweaty on the headboard and you can feel Katsuki moving his hips upwards the best he can, starting to get closer to the edge.

The way their cocks fill you, dragging slickly against your walls, has you on the verge of cumming in no time at all. Shouto kissing you so sweetly and whispering how much he loves you in your ear doesn’t help. His lips tickle your ear. You balance yourself on the blondes chest by switching your hold from his neck to hanging on to Katsukis forearms and crying out softly for both of them. You feel small, squished between their chests and you’re on another planet, blissed out, smoldering in the intimacy of what the three of you are entangled in.

The knot starts to tighten in your lower abdomen. Every thrust of Shoutos causes the knot to wind up tighter. Katsuki is barely hanging on, moaning repeatedly against your shoulder. His cock is squeezed so tightly in your ass, every slide of Shoutos cock against his makes a pleasurable shiver travel down his spine. He lets go of your knees and wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tight. Shoutos hands immediately come off the headboard, pressing on the underside of your thighs to keep you bent in half, nails digging into your flesh.

“Fuck, fuck, my sweet puppy, Sho, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Katsuki says, voice wrecked as he lifts his head from your shoulder to look at Shouto. The two of them lock eyes and Shouto notices that the blondes eyes are half lidded, his cheeks rosy and he nods leaning his weight further on you, squishing Katsuki under you. You feel your back sticking against Katsukis overheated chest, his heart racing. You’re all sweating now, hanging on as Shouto moves his hips quickly now, want to push you both over the edge. The sound of wet skin smacking together rings throughout the room.

“Ah! ah, hah-nnngh! Sho! Just like that, please, oh fuck I’m gonna cum too, please Katsuki,” you wail, begging both of them, the change in angle of Shoutos hips hitting your sweet spot and pushing you up the mountain towards the peak of your orgasm. Katsuki was already about to cum and within the next few thrusts from Shouto, all of a sudden his arms tighten around your waist, his hips jerking upwards. Katsukis balls tighten and he stills. Gasping loudly and letting it out in a low moan as you feel his dick pulse, filling you with his warm release.

“Katsuki you’re so pretty, I love the way you cum,” Shouto whispers, unable to look away from his boyfriends mesmerizing face. Shouto is panting, fucking into you roughly as the blondes red eyes stay locked on his. Katsukis jaw hangs open as his dick twitches a couple more times in your ass, letting the last of his orgasm flow through him, before he deflates, letting his forehead bury into the side of your neck.

“Sho please, I wanna cum, please,” you whine softly, almost tearing up when he looks at you. He leans forward placing his forehead on yours again, trying to get as close as he can, as if he wants to be inside of your skin completely.

“Oh yes, fuck my sweet, let go princess, I wanna feel you cum around my cock,” Shouto says lowly, blunt as always. You nod, letting out a choked sob as you feel one of Katsukis hands leave your waist and slide down to rub quick, small circles into your clit. The slick from your pussy making his fingers slippery as they massage your swollen bud. Your mouth opens into an O shape and you can’t think straight any longer. It’s so hot in the room you know it’s Shoutos fault but it just adds to the intensity. Thank God Katsuki has good control over his quirk.

The blondes fingers circle your clit at the same time Shoutos cock bullies your sweet spot just right and it sends you flying high. The knot in your belly releases and you scream their names as you cum, limbs tingling in warm, syrupy pleasure. They don’t fucking stop, pushing you past the point of oversensitive. Your have no time to recover, eyes widening as you know you have less than 10 seconds before you’re gonna cum again, but this time there’s a threatening pressure on your bladder and you know exactly what it means. You’re squirming in their grip and trying to get Katsukis hand away from your clit by gripping his wrist but it doesn’t work.

“Sho, Kat! Shit! I’m gonna squirt-please!” you cry, trying to move but it’s too late, the others ignore you, knowing you love it. You heart hammers and all of sudden your back’s arching and your legs are shivering under Shoutos grip. You feel the first pulse of your orgasm wash over you and your holes squeeze them both. Katsuki quickly moves his hand from your clit as you squirt hard. The warm liquid splashes on Shoutos lower belly and that fucking pushes him over the finish line.

Watching Katsukis face when he cums, feeling your pussy hug his cock so tightly and your warm release that covers his belly, it’s too much. He fucks all the way into you, hips staying in place as he cums. Sticky, warm ropes of his orgasm fill your pussy. He moans softly and squeezes his eyes shut. You’ve started to come down for your own orgasm and you hear Katsuki breathing heavily. You frame Shoutos face with your hands and pull him closer, kissing him firmly. He moans into your mouth, dick twitching once more and you roll your tongue over his before letting him go. Lips parting with a slick sound. You bite your tongue and smile adoringly at him. Shouto kisses your nose swiftly and you giggle.

“That was fucking hot,” Katsuki rumbles, snorting in amusement. You laugh in agreement and wince, feeling your hips aching from being stuck in this position. Not to mention how sore your ass feels. You place your hands on Shoutos chest, pushing slightly, wanting him to move. You call his name softly and give him a pointed look when you get his attention. His eyes open wider and he smiles softly at you, realizing you probably want out of this pretzel like position.

“Sorry little love,” Shouto teases, letting your thighs down and biting his lower lip as he slips his half hard cock out of your pussy and scoots backwards to sit on his calves. He looks exhausted, but happy. You groan in relief, hips feeling infinitely better as you wiggle on Katsukis lap. You hear the blonde moan, smacking the side of your hip in a warning.

“Oi, you cheeky little pup, get off my lap, my legs are fucking falling asleep,” Katsuki says, teasing you. You laugh and slide off his lap. The sensation always strange as your ass feels empty. You flop down on the mattress next to the blonde. He immediately stretches his legs out, his knees cracking and he makes a content sound. Shouto lounges in front of him, belly and cock glistening from your orgasm and you blush a little bit, feeling embarrassed of making such a mess. Fuck you shouldn’t find that so hot. He just smirks when he catches you looking. You swallow, clearing your throat, quickly standing up from the bed, feeling their releases starting to drip from you. You love having sex with them but the aftermath is disgusting.

“Can we all take a shower please? I feel gross and I want Sho to heat the water like he usually does,” you say, starting to head towards your master bathroom. You pass by Shouto on the way, who’s sitting near the edge of the bed, and you run a hand over his short hair.

“Yes princess,” Shouto replies happily, hopping off the bed. Katsuki snorts but also makes his way to his feet.

“You’ve just got us both wrapped around your finger don’t you?” Katsuki smirks. You laugh, knowing it’s completely true. As you continue your path you feel a tug in your chest, feeling like you physically needed to say you’re sorry again. Even if you did spend over an hour hashing it out over Katsukis fried rice earlier. You stop in front of the bathroom door and turn around to meet their gazes. Your boyfriends pause, Katsuki raises his eyebrow questioningly. You grab each boys hand, lacing your fingers with theirs and look up at them. You focus on Shouto first.

“Sho, I just want to say again I really am sorry we got into this fight, instead of just talking it out in the first place.” Squeezing Shoutos fingers you turn your head, looking over at Katsuki. “Katsuki I’m sorry for dragging you into the middle and thank you for being our rock during this. I love you both more than anything and I’m so happy everything’s okay again,” you say shyly, glancing at both of them. Your cheeks turn red as you see they both are wearing a grin that could melt ice.

“Of course baby, you know we love you too.” Katsuki smirks, squeezing your hand.

“I’m saying sorry again too, I was a dick. I promise I’ll communicate better with the two of you,” Shouto says, tugging you forward into a hug and Katsuki huddles in close. You’re squeezed between two sweaty, sticky chests and you squeal, returning the embrace briefly before breaking free.

“Okay okay! Let’s go shower, you’re both nasty,” you giggle turning to run into the bathroom and Katsuki smacks your ass. He smacks Shoutos ass for good measure. You laugh when you look over your shoulder and you see Shouto frowning at the blonde whining about how that hurt. The two end up following you into the shower, all of you able to fit comfortably in the large area. As you let Shouto wash your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly and you watch Katsuki close his eyes when he lets his hair get soaked under the shower head you can’t help but smile. They’re your boys and you’ll never let anything tear you apart, especially not a damn uncharged cellphone.

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