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#todoroki x you
dumbseee · 2 days
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todoroki shoto x fem!reader.
genre: just tooth rotting fluff!
warnings: bad english/grammar :p
words: 2,3k
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shoto was new to all of this.
pain and sadness was all he knew while growing up, he absolutely despised his father, he even hated calling him that. his mother also hated him, well that’s what shoto believed, seeing his two siblings was the only good part of going home for the young boy.
shoto didn’t have any friends while growing up, his father thought it was a waste of time and strong heroes didn’t need friends. he put that thought into his youngest’s head, making him believe that he was unworthy of love and friendship. so when shoto joined ua, and met everyone, met you. his view on life took a drastic turn.
his first awakening was during the sports’ championship, you had cornered him after his fight with midoriya, resulting in the green haired boy to loose and spend the next few hours at recovery girl. he was surprised to see you, he didn’t expect you to come find him. he had to admit that you surprised him during the championship, he never deemed you weak but he wasn’t expecting you to go that far, respectfully though. you sadly lost to bakugo and his bad temper, but you earned everyone’s respect during that hectic fight.
"you’re holding back." you stated, bandaged arms crossed on your chest, you also had a bandage wrapped around your head and shoto wondered if you didn’t leave the infirmary too early. your statement took him aback, he frowned and glared at you. "mind your business." he started to walk away from you, slightly bumping your shoulder with his. you grabbed his bicep, making him look at you with widened eyes. "it’s your quirk, todoroki, not his. bakugo won’t be happy if he sees you holding back." you quickly let go of his arm, almost running away from him, you couldn’t believe you spoke like that to endeavor’s son.
but your words kept ringing into shoto’s mind. all his life, he addressed his fire quirk as his father’s quirk and his ice quirk as his mother quirk. he never addressed it as his, he never even thought about it belonging to him. his father had engraved into his mind that shoto and his abilities belonged to him. but you were right, this quirk might be a curse to shoto, but at least it belonged to him and only him. after that day, shoto kept looking at you in class, watching you from afar when you were having lunch with your friends and wondering why your words were still haunting him. why did he listen to you of all people? why you?
"hey todoroki! wanna go to the mall with us, after school?" you offered to the young boy. he looked up from his book, slightly surprised that you thought of him. "ugh? hell no! i don’t want icy hot to come with us!" bakugo screamed from his seat, his hands glowing with small sparkles. you rolled your eyes and used your air controlling quirk to make bakugo spin in the air, a funny sight, really. "well, i want him to come, so deal with it bakago!" shoto didn’t know why he felt something strange tug in his stomach when you said that. he looked at you for a minute before nodding, if you wanted him to come then he’ll come.
hanging out with his classmates wasn’t too bad actually, aside from bakugo’s getting them kicked out of a shop and kaminari attempts at flirting with some girls, shoto had a great time. at first, he stayed behind, silently walking and observing his surroundings, but his eyes kept coming back to you. you were talking with mina and jiro, throwing your head back as you laughed loudly, making the weird sensation in shoto’s stomach reappear. when you noticed that shoto was walking alone, you felt bad, you wanted him to feel included and you hated the fact that some classmates didn’t like shoto because of his closed off behaviour. you left your friends to hang out with shoto, hands behind your back.
you did most of the talking and shoto listening to every single word that left your mouth with attention. you made sure to avoid anything to do with his father or even the championship. you learned a lot about shoto, and he learned a lot about himself too. he liked soba, cats, going to the library, watching tv and late night walks. when everyone had to go their own separate ways, shoto grabbed your hand, making you blush, when he saw the red tinting your cheeks he frowned. "are you okay? why is your face so red? are you sick?" he put his hand on your forehead but your temperature was normal. "o-oh, uh… i’m just hot! it’s getting hot here, ehe…" you stuttered, mentally slapping you but also grateful that everyone had left and no one could see you embarrass yourself in front of shoto. "oh." he simply said, before holding a hand next to your face and activating his ice quirk, making the air cooler for you. "are you feeling better?" you could only nod, still shocked at his sudden action. "i wanted to thank you for inviting me today, it was… fun." he looked down, slightly embarrassed. but you could only think about how gorgeous he looked, with the sunset glowing behind him.
after that, you and shoto kept being paired up together, for a school project, during practice, even during the internship you crossed path with him. you got scouted by gang orca and you were going home when you saw mirodiya, iida and shoto being attacked by the infamous slain. of course, you immediately went to help them, flying in the air while you sneaked an attack towards the villain, slamming him against the wall, full force. "y/n-kun!" midoriya yelled, happy to see you but also very worried that another of his friend could get hurt. you landed next to the group. shoto didn’t say anything but his mind was going crazy, you shouldn’t be there, you should be at home or with gang orca. you should be safe. shoto couldn’t risk anything happening to you, he wouldn’t allow it. his eyes were focused on slain, but he couldn’t help the small glances he threw your direction, just to make sure you were fine. everyone ended up being okay, except a few scratches you got on your face. shoto wasn’t even paying attention to what his father was saying, he simply walked away, towards you. "are you okay?" he gently asked, eyes full of concern. you smiled at him and nodded, you were getting your face wounds treated. "of course! stop worrying for me." you slightly pushed his shoulder. but he couldn’t get rid of that damn feeling in his stomach, what if something had happened to you?
since getting close to you, shoto had felt a ton of new emotions that he couldn’t name. when you were next to him he felt hot but cold at the same time, he couldn’t think straight, his hands were sweating, he was stuttering when you were looking at him with your big doe eyes. shoto was lost to say the least. "fuyumi, i think i’m dying." he blurted out to his sister, while she was making dinner. the poor woman almost cut her own finger at her brother’s statement. "w-what?" the todoroki siblings sat down, fuyumi eager to know what was going on. she was also surprised to see shoto open to talk to her about himself, that never happened before he joined ua. "there is this girl in my class, her name is y/n." the blush of his cheeks when he said her name made fuyumi chuckle slightly. "i don’t know what’s wrong with me but whenever we talk or she’s around i feel something weird in my stomach, and to the contrary when she’s not around or talking to someone else i feel almost… sad? or angry when she’s talking with another boy." he said, his face and voice empty of any emotion. fuyumi was stunned to say the least, out of everyone in this house, shoto wasn’t the one she expected to fall in love. "shoto, she grabbed his face with her two hands, making the boy frown. you are in love."
in love. you are in love. these words kept ringing in his ears, haunting him when he closed his eyes to sleep. he heard them when he looked at you, in class. he couldn’t shake them away, he kept thinking about what his sister had said. shoto didn’t know anything about love in general, the only type of love he ever received were from his siblings and maybe his mother when he was still a baby. shoto never loved anyone because he didn’t know what it felt to be loved by someone. fuyumi made him watch a ton of romcom that night, so he could understand better. she felt bad for her little brother, she wanted him to be happy and understand that loving someone wasn’t a curse, it wasn’t something bad, it was something beautiful and pure.
"shoto! truth or dare?" mina asked, a huge smirk on her lips. the whole class stayed late at night at the dorms to play some fun games and spend more time together. they had gone through some pretty fucked up things since the attack at the training camp and bakugo’s kidnapping. "truth." he crossed his arms on his chest, drinking his cup of water. "do you have a crush on anyone here?" the poor boy almost died from choking on his water. "w-what?" he asked, looking at mina with pleading eyes, anything but this question. but mina saw right through his act and repeated the question. "um… shoto looked up at you, you looked like you were dreading this question and you were, what if your feelings were one sided? what if mina was wrong and shoto didn’t like you back? "i do." he mumbled but mina heard him, she jumped from her seat and winked at you. "i knew it! who is it?" shoto shoved her away from him and lowered his head. "one question at the time, ashido."
shoto made a ton of research on love and confessing, he looked it up on the internet, read blogs, listened to some podcasts and even watched a few romcoms, fuyumi had requested him. and it all came to one conclusion: he had to confess to you. but he didn’t know how! he still didn’t understand why he was feeling like that and saying it out loud was still hard so confessing to you? impossible. but shoto had to do with, he wanted you to know and he wanted to know if it was one sided or not. he wouldn’t be mad at you if it was, after all, he had nothing for himself except childhood trauma and issues. "ashido, where is y/n?" he asked the pink girl, she blinked at him and immediately jumped out of her seat. "oh my god! i knew you liked her!" she jumped at his neck and hugged him tightly, making shoto panic slightly as he wasn’t used to pda. "sorry~ mina had noticed shoto tensing at her touch, and backed away. "anyways! she’s outside with jiro and momo, who knew you were that much of a romantic!" she beamed and shoto couldn’t be more lost. "what do you mean?" mina couldn’t believe this guy. "today is white day! boys are the one to confess to their crushes with flowers, chocolates, anything! what did you get for y/n?" shoto’s eyes couldn’t be more wide at mina’s words. he didn’t know today was white day.
you were having lunch with jiro and momo on the school’s little park. it wasn’t too crowded with students which you enjoyed. "seriously yaomomo, how many confessions have you received?" jiro rolled her eyes at her friend’s huge pack of letters, chocolates and flowers. "tons. i don’t even know how i am supposed to get these home." she blushed, which made you laugh. "don’t laugh, y/n! you got a lot too!" she added, pointing at your bag full of letters. you sighed while looking at them, you may have received a lot of letters, none of them were from the boy you loved. "oh, todoroki?" jiro looked behind y/n, making you turn to see. and there he was, shoto was sweating and panting as he was holding something behind his back. you stood up, concerned for him. "shoto? are you-…" he cut you off, handing you a bunch of flowers, who seemed to have been picked out from the school’s garden. "for you." his cheeks were flushed and he couldn’t look at you. "i like you, y/n. a lot, but i forgot today was white day so if you consider that i am not worthy of your love, i understand. you deserve someone who won’t forget such an important date." he finally looked at your eyes and you swore your heart would stop beating. you grabbed his flowers, tears starting to burn your eyes as you smiled. "idiot." you mumbled, before jumping in his arms while jiro and momo clapped and cheered for the love birds.
shoto was grateful for a lot of things in his life, he was grateful for his professors, who helped him improve and learn more about his quirk. he was grateful for his friends who made him understand that friendship wasn’t useless and was one of the most beautiful thing to experience. he was grateful for his siblings who always stood by his side. and he was grateful to you, for saving him.
he wanted the world to know that there was a woman named y/n l/n, who saved him by making him realise that he was worthy of love.
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andypantsx3 · 2 months
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READY OR KNOT | 2 | TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER
SUMMARY: Todoroki Shouto is so unsettlingly beautiful, you’re certain he has to be an omega. That is, until a chance encounter with a pushy alpha reveals you were incredibly mistaken—and the surprises don’t stop there. Shouto's suddenly mystifying behavior adds another layer of complexity to an already confusing inter-agency investigation. It would be so much easier to figure things out—and suppress your growing feelings—if only Shouto would stop being so strangely attentive to you... TAGS/WARNINGS: pro hero au, fem + afab reader, omegaverse, alpha shouto, beta reader, misunderstandings, courting behavior, slightly case fic-y, undertones of sexual violence (not between main pairing), aged-up characters, eventual smut, 18+ minors please dni! LENGTH: 4.9k, 2nd of 7 chapters
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It turned out it was not so easy to forget what had happened with Shouto. Especially when Monday morning rolled around, and with it, some very pressing questions about the party.
Mina found you first thing in the morning, already up to your eyeballs in the case file at your desk. A frown marred her pretty mouth as she rounded the corner into the case analyst area. She neatly dodged your deskmate’s ginormous stack of paperwork, nearly as tall as she was, eyes homing in on you like dark little missiles.
“I heard about what happened with Suzuki,” she said, looking you over with uncharacteristic concern. Her eyebrows were drawn, her features pinched. It was an expression that didn’t overtake her cheerful visage all too often. “Are you okay?”
You blinked up at her, the name escaping you for a moment, until you matched it up with the support alpha from the party on Friday. Your lips downturned in reflexive distaste.
“I’m fine. You must have heard that Shouto scared him off,” you answered. “All he really managed to do was imply some stuff.”
Mina’s eyebrow twitched, like she had more questions on that, but she dutifully adhered to the matter at hand first. “I did hear that and we are going to be discussing that in a second. But that doesn’t mean you’d still be okay with everything that did happen. I’ve got a meeting with HR about Suzuki this afternoon, and I’m thinking of firing him.”
You jolted, a quick pang of guilt striking through you. Firing him. That seemed a very intense option.
You thought Suzuki was an asshole, sure, and you remembered all too well the horror that had overtaken you as he’d reached for his belt. But you also knew he had been drunk out of his mind—drunk enough that he thought you were an omega of all things, somehow perceiving things that weren’t even there.
You’d thought about it a lot this weekend, running over the events in your mind, and while the whole incident left a sour taste in your mouth, you thought Suzuki probably had been close to alcohol poisoning considering how strongly he smelled of Tetsutetsu’s horrible drink. He wasn’t exactly sound of mind, the lines a little blurry.
You’d never waylaid anyone like that while intoxicated, but you had done and said your fair share of things you regretted when you’d sobered up. You didn’t know what to think.
You looked up at Mina, finding her watching you consideringly. “No?” she asked.
You scrubbed a hand over your face, unclear what the right thing was. “I saw him and he was like, really not all there, Mina. I think he should be punished for sure, but what if you gave him a warning that if this happens at all again, he’s gone?”
One of Mina’s eyebrows arched. “Shouto said he was holding you against the wall even after you said no.”
You could feel your nostrils flare in anger at the memory, the feeling of that hand against the wet patch on your shoulder, unbudging.
“He did, but he also thought I was an omega, Mina,” you said. “I think he was close to alcohol poisoning, actually. He hasn’t caused any other trouble like this, has he?”
Mina shook that head of wild pink curls. “No, he’s been a model employee thus far. But I still don’t like it. That’s not what the Pink Riot agency is.”
A sigh filled your lungs. The support of Mina and Kirishima was enough for now. “I don’t like it either. But he was drunk, and nothing did actually happen, thanks to Shouto. Give him a warning that any other tiny slip up means firing, and I will be satisfied.”
Mina looked hesitant, dark eyes searching over your face, but eventually she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Fine. Once and only because you’ll need an accurate record from support in your investigation and it will be harder to get if he’s gone. But he will be fired if I hear even a whiff of a rumor again.” She paused. “And you’ll have to talk to Eiji, because he’s going to like this even less than I do.”
That wrung a smile out of you.
Kirishima was a good alpha and seemed to think of the agency almost like his pack. As easygoing as he was, he guarded his people resolutely, like a farm dog patrolling a chicken coop. You could almost imagine him standing at attention, head forward and tail pointed like an arrow.
As heartwarming as that image was, that didn’t mean you wanted to be the one to tell him though. You shook your head, throwing out your hands. “Oh no. Your alpha, your problem. The one privilege of my secondary gender is I’m not part of this shit.”
Mina clucked, sighing. “He is my problem.”
You laughed, knowing very well she’d know how to solve it. But her expression shifted, suddenly looking sly, and you realized she was about to saddle you with another problem.
“You’ll have to tell Shouto then,” she said, her voice deceptively light.
You blinked, eyebrows raising. Shouto…? “Why the heck would I need to tell Shouto?”
A grin slowly crept over Mina’s mouth, and she leaned in conspiratorially, looking altogether too pleased. Her hot pink nails settled on the edge of your desk, tapping delightedly. “Because he’s your assigned supervising hero. And you’ll be seeing him again in just a few minutes.”
A sudden flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach, your mind flashing through the feeling of Shouto over you, tall and strong and warm, pressing you carefully to the wall. You could all but feel the whisper of those pretty eyelashes on your skin, feel his careful exhale, the brush of his mouth against your throat.
Your ears prickled with heat, and you could feel your face go slack in shock. He would be here—? In front of you again?
“He’s—what?” you garbled out, trying to dispel the phantom feeling of Shouto against you.
Mina looked downright smug. “He asked to be assigned right after I spoke to him at the party on Friday. Interesting, don’t you think?”
Heat licked at your cheeks. “Is it,” you managed tightly. “That’s… nice of him.”
“Very,” Mina agreed. “Especially since I heard about what happened after Suzuki left.”
You hated her.
“I’m a beta,” you reminded her, not liking the implication.
Mina’s dark eyes rolled. “Eiji liked me even when he thought I might present as a beta.”
“That’s different,” you told her, floored that you’d sidetracked into this so quickly. “I’m actually a beta. Also what the hell are we even talking about. This is a work case.”
Mina flapped a hand at you. “I’m sure you’ll both work it very hard, very thoroughly,” she said with no small amount of relish.
You seized the case file in question, holding it up between you like a shield, flapping it at her in turn. The manila folder flopped stiffly, the pages making a sort of wobbly sound. “Why are you like this,” you hissed.
Mina’s eyes glittered, and she opened her mouth to respond, when the soft tread of a boot in the hall made her perk up. Her grin went unholy. “Speak of the devil,” she said.
Shouto certainly did not look like the devil, as he rounded the corner. The fluorescent lighting made a sort of soft halo off the glossy strands of his distinct two-toned hair, and his features were just as angelic as you remembered—finely-wrought and almost deliberately formed, as though he were sculpture from the hands of a master. He was almost too beautiful to look at this early in the morning, and you felt your breath draw up short in your lungs.
He blinked when he saw you, those heterochromatic eyes widening nearly imperceptibly as he approached.
“Morning, Shouto-kun,” she purred. You hated her.
“Good morning,” he said, his tone low and soft. Your fingers tightened on the file folder, bracing yourself against the loveliness of the sound.
A flush rose to your cheeks as you did so, and Shouto’s eyes followed you curiously. Beneath the high collar of his hero uniform, you could just glimpse a flash of his scent patches, neatly placed as usual. You wondered absently what he would smell like if you peeled them back and leaned in close. As a beta, your nose was not as good as the other genders, but if you got in close enough, and if Shouto’s scent was strong enough, you’d probably be able to tell.
He looked like he’d smell delicious.
A cackle from Mina alerted you to the horrifying fact that you’d just been staring at Shouto as he approached, mouth open and expression vacant.
“Uh… good morning,” you managed.
The corner of Shouto’s mouth quirked up, and something beneath your skin tingled in response.
“I hope you are well,” he murmured.
You could see Mina’s eyes darting back and forth between the two of you with barely suppressed glee, and a sudden bolt of shame went through you.
Just because it was super obvious how hot you found Shouto didn’t mean he felt the same. He was a fucking pro hero for crying out loud. Rescuing people was what he did—the save on Friday did not have to mean anything.
Plus, knowing for sure that he was an alpha had closed the window on your little celebrity crush. Out of the hundreds of couples you’d met in your lifetime, you’d only ever met one alpha-beta pairing—both tradition and biology seemed to win out in almost all mated pairs, alphas and omegas unable to help their inherent attraction to one another.
And with that in mind, it was actually super disrespectful of you to even think about this impending partnership in any terms less-than-professional.
You rallied yourself, inclining your head respectfully to Shouto, gesturing with the case file in your hands.
“Yep, I’m good. I’m grateful for the save and I’m sure I’ll be even more grateful for your help on this case.” You turned to your boss, routing her back on track. “Mina, what information have you shared and what do I need to get him up to speed on?”
Mina’s pout was so defined it could be seen from space. You ignored her, raising your eyebrows.
“I only put the call out to other agency heads for a supervising out-of-agency hero. Just that it’s an omega assault case possibly involving a pro, and your name as the lead investigator.”
Your gaze returned to Shouto. He was still watching you intently.
“How much time do you have before you’re needed back at your agency?” you asked him. “Do you want to grab a conference room and I’ll get you up to speed? I’m sure Mina has a lot to do just now.”
He nodded, his hair falling into his eyes in a way that should not have wrung the oxygen out of the atmosphere, but did. “I am on patrol after lunch, but I’ve asked that my schedule be cleared until then.”
Perfect. Plenty of time. You stood, hefting the case file with you, clearly dismissing Mina, who looked put out.
“Great, I’ll show you to the conference room then,” you said. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Mina flashing you a pink finger, and you could easily guess which one. You stuck out your tongue at her as you passed Shouto so he couldn’t see, not above pettiness.
You gestured Shouto into one of the smaller rooms across the floor with especially good soundproofing, holding the door open for him. You sucked in a breath as he brushed past you, trying not to admire how tall and broad he was, the way those shoulders spanned the breadth of the doorway.
Shouto took a seat and you spread the case file out before him, trying not to look down at him as he glanced up at you. His fingers twitched on the conference table, like he was holding them in place. You carefully retreated to a safer distance, hoping you hadn’t annoyed him.
“Okay so the basic brief is as Mina said. There have been multiple reports of a suspected pro harassing omegas late at night in Bunkyo. Initially they were identified as a masked male wearing scent patches, roughly five foot ten, always wearing some dark jacket. But the suspected hero element came into play late last week when they attempted to strap quirk suppressors on their target. The omega in question had a vapor quirk so she was able to dissolve and escape before he did.”
Shouto’s eyes tracked you as you spoke, solemn and attentive.
“So far the suspect has not shown any signs of a quirk himself, and without any scent ID it’s hard to know what secondary gender to look for. Our best option is to work the possible-pro-hero angle and rule out who we can, since that’s all the identifiable detail we have on this guy at this time.”
Shouto nodded, propping an elbow on the table. You tried to ignore how even that small gesture made him look like a center spread in Heroes Illustrated.
“I’d like to read the individual reports and hear your plan once I have,” Shouto said.
You perked up, pleased with the terms he was speaking in. A good case analyst always had at least a sketch of a plan—what order to speak to specific people in, which angles had highest priority of investigation, and how the labor could be divided and work double-checked.
Most heroes were people of action and hated having to be corralled into approaching cases like some sort of assignment, instead of busting in and blowing things apart. But it was the best way to make sure all avenues were investigated thoroughly and that work was peer-reviewed in case someone missed something.
Shouto’s phraseology told you he was familiar with approaching cases like this, meaning he probably listened to the Todoroki agency analysts. You’d never worked closely enough with him before to know, only trading high-level information back and forth on a couple of joint cases, presenting findings in a meeting room stuffed full of Pink Riot and Todoroki agency heroes.
You found yourself smiling faintly.
“I’ll get you some coffee while you read. Everything is in chronological order in the file and I’ve tabulated some notes,” you said. “How do you take yours?”
Shouto’s gaze slid over you, careful and assessing. He paused. “I’ve been told I should not share that information.”
Your eyebrows went up. “Your… coffee order?”
Shouto nodded seriously. “Bakugou says it’s disgusting and embarrassing.”
Bakugou—pro hero Dynamight, that was—was Kirishima’s best friend, a loud alpha of an explosive manner and incendiary opinions who often showed up unprompted at the agency to stomp around and mean mug, all the while hiding that he was attempting to press leftovers on Kiri and Mina. You laughed, curious what Bakugou had browbeaten another pro over.
“Your secret will be safe with me,” you said coaxingly.
Shouto blinked, mouth quirking slightly again. He looked like he genuinely liked the idea of that, and your stomach fluttered in response.
Of course then he opened his mouth and provided a rundown of the inhumanly numerous sugars and syrups he liked, such that it constituted more of a soft drink than a coffee order. You tried to keep your eyebrows from creeping up into your hairline, smothering a laugh.
That was so unexpectedly cute. Especially for an alpha.
“One coma-inducing order of sugar with a splash of coffee, coming right up,” you saluted him.
He did something with his face that was a cross between a tiny smile and a pout, and you threw yourself out the door before you dissolved into a puddle of goop.
You went down to the cafe that operated out of the ground floor of the Pink Riot building, a favorite lunch spot of most of the heroes for how enormous their sandwiches were. The order took a fair few minutes, as it took the barista a good while to pump in the zillions of requested syrups, his eyebrows raised nearly to the moon as you recited them.
When you returned to the conference room, Shouto was already well into the case file. He glanced up as you entered, those heterochromatic eyes pinning you with an unexpected intensity. You started, wondering if you’d done something wrong.
But then his mouth slid into another tiny smile, and he looked so genuinely pleased to see you—or the coffee cup—you found yourself helplessly smiling back.
After depositing his cup next to him, you fetched your laptop and emailed Shouto’s agency the case files while he read. You wrote up the preliminary notes you’d been able to pull together on the case—a list of three agency heroes whose exact whereabouts had been accounted for during one or more of the incidents, who were therefore not on your list of possibilities.
Shouto was staring at you when you shook yourself out of work mode an hour later, quiet and intent. You startled, jumping in your seat.
“Oh my god—I’m sorry—did you say something? I didn’t mean to ignore you,” you said.
Shouto shook his head, another smile quirking that perfect mouth. That expression was growing familiar. “I have just finished,” he said.
A sense of relief washed over you. “Okay great. Did anything stick out to you that you think I’ve missed so far?”
“No,” he murmured. “Your work is very thorough. I would like to hear your plan.”
His tone was low, almost appreciative, and you tried not to let it go to your head.
“Okay, then we’ll begin with the active duty and equipment logs,” you told him. “I’m already through all of the duty logs available, but I still need the one from Thursday when the last incident happened—it’s supposed to be ready this afternoon. That will rule out a few heroes, and the equipment logs can tell us more about who had what out during the time of the attacks—I think we start with the heroes who had suppressors on them then.”
Shouto nodded, looking like he was following along. “You want to narrow the pool before you speak to anyone in case you arouse suspicion.”
You nodded, pleased he understood. “Yes.”
That blue and gray gaze nearly pinned you to your seat. “That is smart.”
A sudden wash of heat licked up your spine, pooling in your limbs. You struggled to keep your face neutral, your ears burning. “Th—thanks.”
“Who have you ruled out so far?” he asked.
You turned your screen to him, showing the notes you’d drawn up. “Kiri’s clear—no shock there—Tetsutetsu, and Tetsu’s sidekick who was with him on a cleanup during the first incident. I’m hoping Thursday’s log will clear at least one or two more.”
Shouto inclined his head in agreement. “And your interview plan?”
You smiled, and scrolled down to your notes on that, pleased at how he was letting you lead the investigation. He listened intently as you walked him through an outline, double-checking that everything worked with his schedule.
As you talked, he offered a few suggestions of his own, but he mostly seemed content to follow your outline—completely unlike even the most agreeable of the Pink Riot agency alphas. In fact it was so contradictory to everything you’d experienced thus far that you found your gaze darting to his scent patches over and over again, as if assessing whether they were really covering up an alpha scent.
But no—you had felt the pull of his Order under your skin on Friday. You, a beta, naturally resistant to Orders in the way omegas weren’t. And you’d gone so boneless against him, too, affected by his proximity in the most embarrassing way. Shouto was definitely an alpha, with that kind of pull—and probably a preternaturally strong one at that.
But he was also just—your eyes drifted to his coma-inducing coffee cup—kind of a strange one, too.
The two of you discussed the case for a few more minutes—until your stomach growled, loud enough to interrupt your planning, and the corner of Shouto’s lips lifted again.
“Would you like to finish up over lunch?” he asked, saving you the embarrassment of excusing yourself.
You grinned. “I think my stomach already answered for me,” you agreed.
Shouto helped you reorganize the paper files and lingered over you as you locked them into your desk cabinet, waiting for you patiently. Then he let you lead him downstairs to the cafe. You were conscientious of not standing too close to him in the elevator, all too aware of him in that tiny, enclosed space.
When you made it down to the ground floor, Shouto surprised you by steering you over to one of the tables, bidding you to sit.
“What do you enjoy here?” he asked, looking down at you expectantly. “I would like to get it for you.”
You shook your head. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I should be treating you for the save. How about you tell me what you want?”
Those heterochromatic eyes blinked down at you, and a tiny crease appeared between Shouto’s eyebrows. His mouth turned down. Against the subtlety of his expressions thus far, the look appeared almost distressed. “I insist,” he said, something strange in his tone.
“Shouto, really, I—-”
“I insist,” Shouto said, a little more firmly. There was the flicker of something strange under your skin again, like the tiny molecules of your body shifting in response to him.
You froze, startled, and your mouth opened for you before you realized what you were doing. “I—a pesto sandwich—”
You clamped your mouth shut, mystified.
But Shouto looked pleased. He smiled, wider than you had seen so far, a devastatingly handsome quarter-moon sliver that sent your pulse pounding in your ears. You watched him turn and walk off, something you might have said was almost smug in his step, had you known him better.
You sank into one of the seats, befuddled by what had just happened.
Shouto returned a few minutes later with water and an order number, placing the bottle in front of you like an offering. You regrouped, thanking him, then raised your eyebrows as he leaned forward, looking serious.
“I have been wanting to ask. Where does the alpha who harassed you work?” he asked, his tone dropping low. A strip of afternoon sunlight caught in his hair, dancing like flickering flames in the strands of scarlet, liming them in an orange glow.
He was beautiful in the sun, and it took you a minute to reroute your brain from his face to his question.
“Suzuki’s in support,” you said. “But Mina’s disciplining him, and I don’t have to see him often. I do expect he’ll behave after this. But why do you ask?”
Shouto frowned, leaning in closer. “Support maintains the equipment logs.”
It was the same at the Pink Riot agency too. “I—well, yes, but—”
“I should like to be there when you go to support,” Shouto said, catching your eye. His expression shifted into something solemn, his mouth a flat line.
You waved your hand dismissively. “I appreciate it, but don’t worry. He’s not gonna do anything, it’s literally just logs—”
“I must insist,” Shouto said again, his tone soft but unmistakably firm. His fingers flexed tightly where they rested on the edge of the table, the knuckle of his index turning white.
Despite yourself, his concern warmed you, that hot, tingly feeling heating your ears again.
“I really would be okay,” you said. “But if it means something—I’ll wait until tomorrow when you get here?”
Shouto nodded. “I would like that very much.”
A smile teased at your mouth. Now that was stereotypical alpha behavior, much as you appreciated his concern. Suzuki wasn’t going to jump you over a log file in a workplace—especially not after Mina had taken him to task. Shouto’s concern was unnecessary, but so very typical of an alpha. It felt familiar, like Kirishima’s brand of protectiveness over his tight knit agency, you thought. Harmless and well-intentioned.
A tray being placed on your table cut off any response you might have given, and your eyes blew wide as you registered the amount of food on it. Your mouth dropped open when a second tray was placed alongside the first one, the cafe worker smiling down at Shouto before she left, clearly recognizing him.
Shouto looked down at the food, his features arranged in minute shock.
“I do not remember ordering this…” he said, glancing at his receipt slip. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed slightly, that crease appearing between them again as his eyes flickered over the order. Then he cut himself off, those long eyelashes fluttering. “I… apologize.”
Apologize? Meaning, he had ordered this?
“You bought all this?” you asked, floored.
Shouto gave a tight nod. “It… would seem so.”
Your gaze picked over the trays again. They were piled high with at least six sandwiches, several pastries, a takeout container of soup, four different kinds of cookies, two fruit cups, and a handful of the granola bars they kept by the register. It was a literal mountain of food, and you sort of doubted even a pro hero could put that much away in one sitting.
“If you were so hungry we could have come down so much earlier,” you insisted, but Shouto’s embarrassed expression only deepened.
“It is… not for me,” he said slowly. It looked like it pained him to admit it.
You blinked, drawing back in your seat. “It’s…..me?”
Shouto nodded seriously.
A shocked laugh leapt out of you, bright and pleased. “Shouto, I was hungry but this is like, eleven meals!”
“You will have leftovers, then,” Shouto replied, sounding embarrassed. The tips of his ears were red where they peeked through his mop of multicolored hair.
You were so suddenly, utterly charmed by him, a splash of warmth pooling in your stomach, flooding through your limbs. You had absolutely no idea what had possessed him to do this, but it was undeniably sweet. Coupled with the easy way he’d let you take the lead on the investigation, and the way he’d moved to protect you on Friday night—it all painted a portrait of a very good, very kind sort of person.
You’d really lucked into a good partnership. You were grateful.
“Thank you, Shouto,” you said sincerely. A hint of a flush colored his high cheekbones, and he nodded.
You decided not to press him anymore, setting aside your speculation for when he’d gone. Instead, you unearthed your requested sandwich from the mound of food, and selecting a pastry at random. Shouto watched you as you bit into your food, a strange sort of intensity in his gaze.
Eventually, however, he took his own food, and the two of you chatted as you ate, moving on from the case to discuss his patrol, your shared friends, and a slew of other silly topics. You found him just as easy to talk to outside of case work—he had the same straightforward way of approaching life as he did his casework, his outlook consummately honest and thoughtful.
You regretted it when Shouto eventually had to excuse himself for patrol, but not before disappearing and reappearing with a takeout containers and a bag for all the things he’d ordered you, which he carefully but insistently packed away, before putting in front of you with a meaningful look.
You laughed again, taking the bag from him as you got up to make your way back upstairs as well.
“Thank you for lunch,” you told him, trying to convey how sincerely grateful you were. “I’m looking forward to our partnership.” You stuck out your hand to him, smiling up at him.
Shouto’s expression didn’t change much, but his mismatched gaze grew warmer where it rested on you. “As am I,” he said, tone soft.
Long fingers curled around yours, and for a moment you felt that same, weak-kneed desire to collapse against him as you had on Friday. It took an inordinate amount of focus to pump his hand in a handshake, and even more willpower to let him go.
You waved him off, and watched him go, feeling a strange sense of emptiness as that broad back disappeared through the door. In just a few short hours, it seemed, Todoroki Shouto had dug himself a comfortable little spot in your heart—far deeper than a case partner should have.
You ruminated on this as you made your way back upstairs, mind running over the events of the last few days. You couldn’t figure out why Shouto was having a weirder effect on you than any other alpha, even accounting for his unearthly good looks, nor why he seemed to be equally lost today—ordering a zillion things without even realizing he’d done so.
As you made your way back to your desk and cracked open the case file again, you resolved to solve this mystery as well. You were good at getting to the bottom of things—and Todoroki Shouto would be no exception.
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months
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shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.
you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.
okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?
"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth
he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.
“so then why are you staring at me ?”
he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”
“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.
you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.
he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”
okay, so turns he was out to kill you.
“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.
“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!
shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”
he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.
you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.
“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”
“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”
you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.
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mikamuse · 2 months
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WHERE YOU GIVE THEM KISSES
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+ feat. midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki
+ tags & warnings. domestic fluff, not proofread, gn!reader
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MIDORIYA IZUKU… loves forehead kisses. finding comfort in your arms after a hard day at work, buries his face into the crook of your neck as he squeezes you in his arms. a hand carefully pulls him up to look at you before leaning to plant a kiss on his temple.
BAKUGOU KATSUKI… won’t admit it but he loves it when you kiss his hands. watches as you gently grab his hand and traces the lines on his palm up to the tips of his fingers. a red hue rises on his face as you leave kisses on the tips of his fingers, across his knuckles, all over the back of his hand.
TODOROKI SHOUTO… loves when you cup his face and kiss all over his face. the feeling of your soft hands gently holding his face, your lips leaving light kisses all over; making sure to give his scar some extra love. feeling slightly dejected when you stop, rubbing your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. giving him a gentle smile before you lean in to give him a kiss.
SHINSOU HITOSHI… loves shoulder kisses. lazy morning kisses when you’ve just woken up, turning in bed to give him a small kiss on the shoulder. dancing at 3 am in the kitchen, hands clasped together, your head resting on his should, turning your head to leave a kiss before he dips you.
AMAJIKI TAMAKI… loves nose kisses and gets embarrassed by it. a red hue rises up his face when you randomly peck his nose. it’s a routine for you to give him a kiss. arms wrapped around you as you cup his face, leaning over to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, indigo eyes going cross eyed as he watches you. he hopes that you can’t feel his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you closer.
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©️ MIKAMUSE
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dancingbabya-notes · 1 year
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"I love someone else"
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Them to you
As a joke your lovely boyfriend decides to tell you that he loves someone else
(Look at that my first post of the new year, ngl I just took a whole bunch of WIPs and dumped them on different days. that might be the path i take from now on because I have 400 notes on my phone and growing)
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Midoriya
When the words came out of his mouth, he was expecting some kind of reaction, you never got jealous and showing your emotions never went past a smile. But he wasn’t expecting to be met with unadulterated silence.
“Did you—“
“Oh I heard you Zuzu, but remember what my quirk is?”
He stopped and smacked his face with a groan. Having the ability to peer into other people minds had its benefits.
Bakugo
He was curious, being around you it was just one feeling all the time. Unaltered happiness. But as the words left his mouth it was silent.
“I- am I n-not good enough for you?” Your voice cracks as Midoriya rivaling tears poured down your face.
It didn’t help that water was beginning to fill the space. Kirishima damn near beat the shit out of Bakugo for even thinking of saying that to You. Eventually focusing on calming you down.
Kirishima
“Oh.” It was the only word to leave your mouth.
He watched as your posture deteriorated and any energy was sapped right out of you. You didn’t bother with anything else and disappeared into your room. Hoping it was all a bad dream.
Kirishima had to worship the ground you walked on for weeks to gain your trust back.
Kaminari
He had been fine. But now he was covered in juice. You weren’t very docile, a flame burned in your eyes.
“Go be with them then, why waste your time with me,” you attempted to strode off and cry in peace.
But Kaminari pleaded for mercy.
Mirio
Your wings fell, but your smile only faltered. “Who?”
As the tears started to roll down your cheeks the mask cracks. Mirio held you to his chest to mask the tears.
It hurt him to play a joke on you like this. He will tread carefully from now on.
Tamaki
Boy had some balls today. Telling you that he liked someone else. Your hands faltered as the needle you’d been using went straight through your hand. The physical pain was nothing compared to what your mental state was at the time.
“Okay, that’s fine.” You muttered pulling the needle from your hand before wrapping it tight.
Tamaki practically prostrated himself in apology,
Todoroki
You almost puked but holding back the bile you didn’t even alter your expression forcing your face to stay happy. But when the words left your mouth the smile broke.
“How could you ever love someone like me?”
He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t like that you were sad and that he caused this. Todoroki left and when he returned he had any and everything he found is supposed to help.
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unfoldingmysteries · 3 months
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Hurry Home Hero
Pro Hero! Husband! Shouto Todoroki x Fem! Reader
W/C: 595
A/N: Happy Birthday Shouto 🔥❄️ This isn’t my best work, but a quick little idea I had.
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Warnings/Contains: Mature Language, Public Dirty Talk (on the phone)
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You pout as you trail behind him to your front door. Lower lip protruding past your upper. Looking up at the back of his head through your lashes. Shouto stops right before reaching for the door and turns to face you.
“I still can’t believe they’re making Pro Hero Shouto patrol on his birthday.” Your voice laced with complaints. Batting your eyelashes up at him. Your hands playing with the hem of Shouto's oversized shirt as it hangs loose on your body.
He steps closer to you and takes your face between his hands. Gently urging you to look up at him. He leans in and places an innocent peck to your lips.
“Regardless of the day, public safety is a priority.” Tilting your head forward he places a kiss to the crown of your head. Rubbing a thumb across your cheek he turns to open the door.
“I love you, be careful!”
“As always. I love you, too”
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Luckily the night was easy. Nothing but a petty purse snatcher so far. On slower nights, he liked to take an over watch position on the roof of one of the shorter buildings in the area. Suddenly his earpiece crackled to life, “Shouto?” “Yes?”
“Your wife is calling, asking to be patched in.”
Is everything alright? She rarely calls, “Yes, put her through.” He tried to hide the sense of urgency in his voice.
A quiet click can be heard, “Sho?”
“Y/n? Is everything alright?” Concern now audible in his voice.
“I- I don’t know… what time are you off?”
“11 pm,” quickly checking his phone for the time, “In two hours.” It’s faint, but he swears you’re breathing heavily into the phone.
“But, I need you now~” it’s long and drawn out, turning into a delicious whine. A noise he can’t resist. A noise he’s all too familiar with.
Why didn’t she call my cell? “Seriously y/n, is everything ok?”
“You tell me…” the words followed by the sound of a labored breath. A small moan plays through his earpiece. “I put on your favorite lingerie-“ His cock twitches to life in the confines of his hero suit. Your voice hushed and sultry on the other end of the line. “-and I’m sitting here next to your favorite toy to use on me, but my husband isn't home with me.” He can practically see you acting coy. Cocking your head to the side as you speak. Pausing for emphasis. Egging him on. His hard-on straining against his uniform. Cheeks and chest flushing red.
Shouto clears his throat, “You know they track all my calls while I’m out.” He’s lucky that he’s on a secluded rooftop. Adjusting himself in his pants, trying to find any relief.
“And they should know that you had to leave your wife, on your birthday. It’s my day to spoil you, and You’re. Not. Here...” He can hear your pouty attitude is still there. Laced in between baited pauses and chosen emphasis.
“You’re trying to earn a punishment, aren’t you?” His voice hushed and gravely. As if saying it quieter will prevent his subordinates from hearing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sho.” Feigning innocence. He can hear the shuffle of bedsheets through the phone.
“I need to work. And you’re not allowed to do anything until I get home.” A whine of protest in his ear. A sound he loves to hear, and one he can’t wait to force you to make all night. “I’ll know. And you’ll be in for it.”
You sigh, “Hurry home hero."
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beauty-brains-braun · 3 months
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mdni 18+
Best friend Shoto who lets you use him as a human furnace one night when the heat breaks in your college dorms.
Best friend Shoto who's ignored how he feels about you for so long but now you're in his bed, pressed firmly against him. Who's all too aware that you aren't wearing pants, just a t-shirt and who can't sleep with the way your body keeps moving against him from where you're constantly readjusting your position.
Best friend Shoto who starts to wonder if maybe you're doing it on purpose when your ass positively grinds against his quickly hardening dick and then his hand is gripping your hip before he even realized he's moved.
"Sho?" your voice sounds strained to his ears but now he's drawing little circles on your hip with his thumb and the way your bare skin feels is breaking his brain.
"Hmm?" he manages to ask, holding back a groan when you wriggle again. He's so hard now it hurts and he's trying to prepare to explain himself because there's no way you don't feel it.
"Now's the perfect time to make a move" you told him, sounding for all the world like you're just giving some helpful advice.
Best friend Shoto who moved your underwear to the side and finally got to know what being inside you felt like. To know what sounds you make when his teeth scrape your neck and his fingers tug your nipples and when he fucks you so deeply you see stars. To know that it feels like you were molded just for him, that you're a perfect fit for his cock.
Best friend Shoto who resolves to make sure the heat never works in this building again if it means he gets to keep you warm.
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heich0e · 1 year
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"She's so... squishy."
Your fingertip presses gently into the soft, yielding fat of the slumbering baby's cheek. It's light enough not to wake her as she sleeps in the bassinet below you, though her little pink lips do part slightly under the pressure.
You glance up over your shoulder at Shoto, standing just behind you as the two of you watch your daughter sleep.
"Were you that squishy?"
Shoto's lips purse.
"Touya used to say I looked like a steamed bun."
You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing, at risk of waking the baby girl you'd only just managed to lull to sleep for the night. You turn yourself around, pressing your face into Shoto's broad chest--bare, thanks to the spit-up that had ended up on his shoulder thanks to the squishy little baby behind you a few minutes prior (which you really ought to thank her for.)
"Why are you laughing?" Shoto asks as you hide your giggles against his warm skin.
You lift your face to peek up at him, still giggling lightly. Shoto's hands brush gently up and down your back. Your daughter sleeps soundly, her little breaths even in the stillness of the nursery.
"I need to see more of your baby pictures," you chirp.
He shrugs slightly. "My mother can show you as many as you'd like."
You crane up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to the side of his mouth, and he tilts his face towards you to chase it but you pull away just before he can.
"I wanna look at them with Touya."
"Absolutely not."
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angelshimaa · 4 months
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━━ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒
⤷ feat. bakugou, kirishima and todoroki <3
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✧ cw :: reader is dead ✨, gn!reader, angst :))
✧ a/n :: angst angst angst angst YAY I love writing angst, not sure how to feel about shoto's though :/
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katsuki simply disappears. there's not much to stick around for— he can't bear the look of pity his friends cast him when they believe he can't see them. so, he's curt when he talks, and he locks himself within the four corners of his room whenever he can— but the heart-tearing feeling of what he thinks is being weak doesn't drop at his door. he finds weakness in how he tries to envision every word you would say to him, holding onto every single detail of your face, and how you'd cushion your words of comfort. he's ashamed to admit it— as if he's not allowed to grieve— but he sits in the stabbing silence of his room and buries his face into the crook of his bent arm, holding onto how warm it was to be held by you, remembering every note of your laugh and the glint in your eyes when you teased him.
katsuki seems to be dead himself, with how ghostlike he is. he's never felt weaker, and the only person who could arm him with strength from so much as a smile has left him.
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eijirou shatters at every little thing that reminds him of you. a mere mention of your name, the smell of you, a voice that happens to remind him of yours: it all has his heart throw itself against his chest— as if it could find a way to run to you— and the way it collides and shatters over and over again never fails to bring him a wave of sickness. seeing your face among his collection of you in his phone has tears pricking at his eyes— eijirou's cried oceans in your name and if it would bring you back, he'd cry a million more.
his deterioration is alarming— dark roots growing in as if his hair mourns you too— and all he has the energy to do is feel time drag on so slowly it aches. he knows you'd hate seeing him like this, placing a hold on his own life to clutch onto the memory of yours, but he can't find the bravery to try and cope with the hollowness he can't harden against.
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shoto appears as cool as ever. it's off-putting to see him seem so okay— so unaffected by your absence. but, nobody sees the twisting and tearing of his heart and how deeply it overwhelms him. grief isn't something he knows how to grow accustomed to, and the devastation feels like poison he doesn't know how to let out. shoto can't cry over your absence— he doesn't know how. loving you was a feeling you'd guided him through, holding his hand with steady patience, and he wishes you could've helped him learn how to mourn you properly too.
he finds guilt in it— in the inability to sob over you like your friends and family do, but the dull ache eats him up just the same. he whispers his apologies whenever he's alone, and he hopes you know just how much he loves you— and how nothing can fit within the you-shaped home you've built within him.
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
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sugarlywhispers · 6 months
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t.shouto + makes his gf squirt
☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.
☆—a.n; sooooooo, here it is! the last one, cuz i already squeezed everything i had for this theme from the very back of my brain, so sorry it's shorter than the others🙈 i hope yall still like it~♡
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“Babe, I don’t think we should- mmf,” the whispered sentence was interrupted by your boyfriend's lips when they crashed against yours. His tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he needed that kiss as much as the air to live.
Next thing you know, you’re lying on the big, expensive couch in his living room, his body over yours in between your willingly open legs where you could feel his bulge grind against your covered core, fully hard against the front of his sweatpants. His kiss demanding and tongue sensually dancing with yours. If you were being honest, you couldn't–or wanted actually, to put any force against him. While demanding, his kisses always put you in a trance that made your mind float away to somewhere close to heaven.
As your arms surrounded his neck, one of his hands found its way inside your shorts and panties, caressing in soft, delicate circles over your clit. You whined as quietly as you could, the sound getting lost inside his mouth, when two of his fingers slipped over your wet pussy and thrusted inside, deep.
Your back arched, head turned back, feeling so full even with just two of his fingers.
“Shit, babe. You're so tight, even for my fingers,” he murmured against your ear, before nipping the skin right under it.
You were really trying to be as silent as possible, but Shouto wasn’t helping you succeed in it. Especially when his fingers kept thrusting in and out, going so deep, and sometimes curving inside and touching that little button that set you off so fucking deliciously. You lost track of time, only enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.
When... you felt it coming.
“Fuck! Shou-… Babe,” you moaned in a high-pitched tone, as noiseless as you could. Fuck, his two best friends, Bakugou and Midoriya, were in the house! You couldn’t make any noise. But it was so hard not to. Even more then, when you were feeling the same sensation you once felt when he made you squirt.
“What is it, baby? Gonna cum? Gonna squirt for me, Y/N?” You nodded, whining, his fingers working you closer to your high. His free hand slid under your head, fingers tangling on your hair and tugging it. His forehead rested over yours, heavy breathing interlacing between the two of you. “Do it. Squirt for me.” 
That was all you needed. Todoroki Shouto watched you with eyes full of lust and adoration as you let yourself go. Squeezing your eyes shut, losing every sense of time and place. Your body trembling under his, hands grabbing his shoulders strongly, feeling your nails even through the cloth of his t-shirt. Your walls tightening so hard around his fingers, it made him hiss with desire. And then, he felt that special wetness. His fingers kept thrusting, palm rubbing over your clit, feeling the little streams that came out and crushed against his palm that kept rubbing over your clit. 
He was going to make you go crazy.
But if you were on his mind for a second, you'll know that it's him who is completely crazy for you.
When it was over, your body was still spasming after cuming that hard, and he smiled cocky and proud of himself.
Yep, he was going to be the death of you.
But what a pleasant death...
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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”
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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."
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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.
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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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08luvmailz · 3 months
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⌨︎ ⁩◞ HERO FANBOY — ! ❪shoto todoroki❫
SYNOPSIS ୨୧ ! which a certain hero from ua crushes (hard) on a idol ! headcanon, ooc shoto
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FANBOY SHOTO! He wasn't interested in kpop activities, heck he hardly known anything about kpop in general.
He started knowing about them because of his brother natsuo who bought a heck ton of albums and blasting music in his room.
He side-eye his brother when he's screaming because he got your WINK-PHOTOCARD, as he keep screaming " omg! ITS SO SPARKS "
he saw the photocard and he was like " oh she's pretty " but disregard it afterwards BUTT
DIDNT KNOW HE WOULD FELL THAT HARD
he saw one of your recent comebacks on tv because his brother is streaming it and gahdam ur fucking SPARKLING ON STAGE.
At first he started knowing your group, YOU FIRST then streaming your group songs, your debut solo, collabs. streaming your group shows and music bank AND ALL THOSE
started buying albums too with natsuo. FINALLY HE HAVE SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY WHO WILL BE IN DEPT FOR LIFE BUYING ALBUMS
Natsuo asked who is his bias without hesitation he said your name, bro was smirking so bad at his lil bro BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MAKNAE OF YOUR GROUP, also half japanese and same age as him.
Bro was blushing whenever the camera pans at your face and smirking and doing that HE WAS GETTING HOTTER THAN HIS QUIRK
have a well known kpop stan twitter account who always make short comment about you but ICONIC because of how pure and sweet it is
doesnt know it but actually fell inlove with you NOT BECAUSE OF UR FACE (its a plus on him) but because of your determination and hard work, humour and personality is just CHEFS KISS
no one knows about his obsession welp it almost slip up when he accidently unplug his wired earphones to his phone AND SUDDENLY BLASTING Nobody knows by your group.
he lied he is just a casual listener
defends you on twitter, he looks like a soft boy but damn he is a beast on roasting BUT FAILS CAUSE HE CAN ONLY CUSS AT THEM
dedicated to buy front row tickets when your group finally have a concert there at your hometown
BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR LIFE AT THE POOR CONNECTION
bro brought the vip tickets for him and his big bro (with his dads money ofc, not like his father would know)
bro brought the 2 tickets for each day
won a fancall with you once but DAMN IT HIS HERO STUFF IS GETTING ON THE WAY
poor bby sulked the whole day that he missed the call, he was practicing his lines and tone for you
brought many batteries for his lightstick
make sure he is lookin good (not like he isn't good looking)
bro wake up early asf he want to be there as fast
bro became popular fan after one pictured him as the guy from the (group name) concert at jpn
he didnt know he bacame popular, he just saw his face 3 days after the concert on stan twt
BRO WHEN YOU TWO MAKE EYE CONTACT HE HAS HEART EYES
BRO WAS WHIPPED ASF
you are one stubborn fuck saw this cute guy with a scar and went through the barricades even though security was trying to get you back in stage cause its just a sound check and your safety too
Bro you came closer to him and saw his instax reaching for you. MADE A HEART CHEEK AT HIS FACE AND CAME CLOSER TO HIS FACE
bro almost want to faint right then and there.
you went after that he was kinda sad but happy he got a selfie WITH HIM
making this his lockscreen and making a frame of this treasured photo
You kept stealing glances at him and interacting with hand language, asking if he already eat lunch or just blantly flirting with him
LUCKIEST FAN
natsuo kept pushing his shoulders for every interaction at their section BUT MAINLY YOU ARE FOCUSED ON HIS BROTHER
bro when he came back from school BRO WAS BOMBARDED WITH QUESTIONS LIKE
" I DIDNT KNOW UR A FAN TODOROKI! " " WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME UR A FAN, I WANT TO BUY TICKETS TOO " " i didn't know todoroki listens to kpop " "BRO DID U HAVE PICS AND VID OF (your leader name) "
was now known as poker face but listens to puppy love by (groupname)
After that twt post of him being a handsome fan THEN PEOPLE STARTED SAYING HE WAS THE KID FROM UA, ENDEAVOR SON AND ALL THOSE SHIT
have an article of him now being the hero fan boy
boy he didnt give a shit about them, he just wanting to chill
but that didnt start there
your member posted on weverse a video of you taken, watching the sports festival and chanting HIS NAME AND BETTING THAT HE WOULD 1st PLACE
bro became the luckiest fan alive
saying he is the luckiest fan and hero and all of those then actually GONNA MEET YOU
you have a campaign like a collab with a hero AND THAT IS HIS DAD
participating on a event JUST TO SEE YOU
he did and boy was he nervous
he kept stuttering at the end of his sentence
then because actually friend with you, a little bit touchy side BUT HE IS A GENTELEMAN just subtle glances and touches
got your number and him posting a selfie of you two on twt (he made another acc just to post boast that picture)
after that he was well known as the hero fanboy who will soon in the future marry his idol
that woud be a story in another time <3
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andypantsx3 · 1 month
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𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1.7k of unedited alien prince shouto thoughts based on this post from the other day! sfw, gender neutral reader. several elements of this universe were borrowed from my fave sci-fi novel; see end notes for deets!
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he's beautiful—the todoroki prince. tall and strong in his high-collared uniform, strapped with lean muscle and handsomely humanoid. he's the first thing that snares your gaze as your party is guided into the hall of the sun—the reception dome that overlooks the rise of the star yuuei in the morning sky, used by the ruling family to receive visiting dignitaries.
it is morning, in endeavorian planetary time, and the sun has begun to rise. its light is weaker than you remember from back home—almost watery, pooling like quicksilver in the panes of the dome's ceiling.
up at the front of the hall, it catches in the strands of the white half of the prince's hair. from what izuku has told you, it's the half that indicates he's part of the himura bloodline. the himura dynasty has ruled the yuuei system from its capital planet of endeavor iv for tens of thousands of earth-years. it's the second longest line of unbroken rulers in mapped galactic history, an impressive feat.
the other half of the prince's hair is a fiery red, like that of the man who stands next to him—todoroki enji, the general of intergalactic renown, who donated half of prince shouto's genome as well as his clan name. each time a himuran royal from the main line marries, izuku had explained, talking at lightspeed in the podship, they take a branch name, typically sourced from the primary gene-donator. it helps keep inheritance lines clear.
prince shouto looks like he's inherited empress rei and todoroki enji's genes in exactly half—his coloring split down the middle, though his features are perfectly, almost hauntingly symmetrical. he wears a pin of flint at his collar that symbolizes his gender—one of yuuei's thirteen official designations. from what you understand from izuku, it most closely aligns with earth designation "man".
it's embarrassing how much you notice about the prince as you file into the hall, stationing yourself right at the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, so you can still see todoroki shouto.
"you don't think they'll reject the treaty and kill us all, do you?" denki mumurs nervously as he presses in behind you.
"no, i don't think so," izuku's gentle voice drifts back to you. he's a three-star ethnologist, studying for a command ethnology post. subsequently he's the most informed of any of the cadets that have been sent along with the treatise party. you and denki are just mechanics, sent along in case anything goes wrong.
"the alliance would be too much trouble for the yuuei," izuku explains. "they have good relations with the surrounding galaxies and tight control over a lot of resources. but the alliance is really large now, compared to the last time they approached the yuuei. they'll likely want to accept at least a loose federation with the allies."
up on the platform at the front of the hall, prince shouto blinks long and slow, like an earth cat. you realize with a start it's the first time you've seen him blink at all, and the subtle reminder that he is not just an extraordinarily handsome human man but the prince of an alien species makes your skin prickle.
"don't you think it's weird they are all this pretty?" denki asks. "it's weird, right?"
"definitely weird," you laugh, your eyes trailing over prince shouto's blade-straight nose, his pert, perfect mouth. "possibly illegal under intergalatic law."
prince shouto stills all of a sudden, and there is the tiniest tilt of his head. two heterochromatic eyes flick over your way, and you are completely embarrassed by the way your stomach swoops in response. you just manage not to grab onto tenya's uniform to steady yourself.
one of the prince's eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, and you wonder if he's heard you from this distance—but no, that would be insane.
denki picks up his commentary, emboldened by your playing along. you think the prince's eyes linger just a little too long on the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, but then you're distracted by the reception beginning.
the alliance treaty officer strides forward, flanked by a few of the other officials your crew had ferried here. she performs an elaborate bow, as do the other officials. from izuku's muttering you gather it's some sort of ritualistic greeting, and empress rei at least looks pleased with it, waving a gentle hand to gesture the party forward.
there is some shuffling as various aides set up a table and a series of holo-tablets, along with various inks, a leathery roll of endeavorian traditional parchment, and—
"is that a knife?" you ask, peering at the long obsidian blade placed on the table in front of the officials.
izuku's fluffy head of green curls inclines. "treaties are sealed twice. once in the alliance fashion and then again in the local custom, to make it binding per both systems. blood pacts have been used in yuuei for millennia."
the brush of something over your face has your gaze turning back to the prince—to find him staring straight at you, those unblinking eyes boring into you.
"izuku, weird question. can the yuuei hear across rooms?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.
a green eye peers back at you. "only in the event of their pair bonds—the yuuei are documented hearing their matepair across approximately ten earth-kilometers. i think we're safe over here though. why?"
matepair. the world settles strangely under your skin, as the prince's eyes brush across it.
"uh, matepair?" you echo.
tenya gives both you and izuku a quelling look, but it's not enough to deter izuku from ducking down to explain in slightly quieter tones. "the yuuei look human but they pair differently. they form a parapsychic bond with only a single partner, which they maintain and uphold for life. it's not just cultural—it's like a physical compulsion. they cannot take another pair, and they cannot be separated for long periods or they grow sick."
prince shouto is still staring straight at you, and it's not quite comforting enough to know that he cannot possibly hear you.
it's only his role in the ceremony that seems to eventually break the prince's weird focus in your direction. he steps forward to perform his duty as empress rei's chosen heir. you almost flinch as the knife draws across the pale skin of his palm, and he adds several drips of silvery blood to the parchment, symbolizing yuuei's intent to uphold the treaty across future monarchs.
the flesh of his palm knits itself back together in seconds, and another little shiver goes up your spine. those mismatched eyes flash back your way as he steps back, and the various aides and officials once again converge on the documents.
there is a brief flurry of activity, various bows and oaths, some stilted endeavorian verse. the chief treaty officer looks relieved when it's all over, and the royal family steps down from the dais to greet the rest of the visiting party, as is the customary honor granted to allies to the yuuei. tenya ushers you into the queue near the back with denki, a symbol of your lower status as mechanics.
you don't mind, as the thought of reaching prince shouto has your stomach doing what feel like backflips in your gut. the longer the delay the better.
izuku had walked everyone through the appropriate greetings on the podship, a few murmured words and a hand touch at chest-level—extremely hard to mess up, even for you. but nevertheless your pulse kicks up the closer you draw to the royal family.
there's a long line of them you greet first. offshoot branch members, then general todoroki enji, whose enormous palm burns hot against yours and who looks he'd rather take your party's hands off than touch them. then rei's unchosen heirs—the princess fuyumi, prince natsuo—and a gap where prince touya would have stood, were he not offworld.
and then you're standing in front of prince shouto, your pulse pounding in your ears. he's extremely tall up close, clearing six feet easily, broad across the shoulders and handsome in a way that almost makes your teeth ache. the yuuei look deceptively human, but this near you can see the tiny details that separate them from you—the slight double-point to their ears, the silvery undertone to their skin, the prolonged space between their breaths and their blinks.
and of course their inhuman beauty. they don't quite look like regular people, and it sparks a tiny note of wariness in the primeval part of your human hindbrain.
prince shouto's mismatched eyes pin you, silver and blue, as a sudden, silvery flush creeps across his face. you hold your hand out in greeting, trying not to wonder if you've somehow managed to offend him already—but instead of pressing his palm against yours, his long fingers suddenly grasp yours, clasping tightly.
beyond him, empress rei freezes too. all at once you can feel every single himuran noble turn to look at you, hundreds of eyes pinning on you.
reflexively, words tumble out of you. "shit did i—what did i do? were you supposed to get a different hand thingy?"
you can hear the treaty officer's horrified inhale at the terms shit and hand thingy, deployed in crass galactic standard in front of a literal prince. you immediately wish you could take them back, but from the look on the prince's face, he's already heard them.
something at the corner of his mouth twitches, like he's trying not to smile.
"y/n," he says, in a deep tone. it's crisply accented and just as beautiful as the rest of him.
it takes you a second to realize prince shouto has used your name, which he could not possibly know considering the uniform you'd been issued for the yuuei visit has no unique identifiers on it. you glance down at yourself, then back up at him, befuddled.
"how did you—? where did you—?" you garble out. "did denki put you up to this? how do you know me?"
prince shouto's fingers smooth over yours, delightfully warm, calloused and sure. "i would know you in any universe," he says, voice soft. behind you, you hear princess fuyumi make a tiny sound of delight.
you blink. "universe? what—uh, what universe? how would you—?"
but shouto leans in, tugging you closer with those deceptively strong fingers. he's so very warm up close, and so beautiful it makes your brain short circuit, especially as he lowers his face to yours. a shiver rolls down your spine as his other hand takes you gently by the chin.
and then he murmurs a single word before pressing his mouth to yours—
"matepair."
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𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: credits where they are due!! the idea of a space general dna donator, an overarching space alliance pursuing a treaty, & the flint pin denoting gender were taken from my fave sci-fi novel winter's orbit by everina maxwell! (if you love heartfelt gay love stories in space i am actually begging you to read it).
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coffeerecords · 1 year
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20:30 . . .
➾ kaminari discovers bakugou’s crush on you
genre: fluff, crack | pairing: bakugou k. x fem!reader x todoroki s. (ft. iida, kaminari, kirishima) | rating: pg-15 | tw: swear words | others: kaminari and iida talks about your admirers ! your admirers are pining :’), is kirishima perhaps a wingman???, she/her pronoun used.
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“I am not my fear. I am stronger than my fear….”
The forest seems to grow as Kaminari treads through the woods. Why, oh why, did he suggest this game in the first place? Well, he supposes it’s a good thing since he isn’t paired up with a girl… He can’t bear the thought of looking like a wimp in front of—
“Kaminari-kun, you’re crushing my arm,” Iida grunts in annoyance.
“Ah, sorry!” The blond instantly lets go of Iida’s arm. Kaminari’s bravado had gone down the drain when they stepped into the woods. Sigh... So much for showing off. He did flirt with Y/N earlier to earn a reaction out of a certain raven-haired girl. But it’s not funny that Y/N barely gave him the time of day. He did feel a strange scorching sensation at the back of his head earlier, as if someone was shooting lasers at him. Was it the effect of Kirishima’s smack? But it would be different from his Quirk and—
He lets out a terrified shriek, jumping on Iida’s back when there’s a loud rustle amongst the bushes right next to him. They both stand still as a rabbit appears out of the bushes. It casts them a glance before hopping away. 
“Iida-kun…” Kaminari mutters bitterly, climbing down his tall friend. “Promise me you won’t tell this to anyone.”
Iida merely sighs and continues to walk along the forest path. “Alright, but I think instead of worrying about your surroundings, you should be more worried when you get back.”
“Huh? What’s that suppose to mean?” Kaminari tilts his head in confusion.
“I saw you earlier flirting with Y/N. Might I add a little bit handsy too.” Iida states, lifting his glasses with a finger.
Kaminari furrows his brows, confusion written all over his face. “Do you like Y/N?”
With a disapproving look, Iida deadpans, “I don’t like Y/N that way if that’s what you mean.”
“Then why are you telling me this?”
“You are truly oblivious, Kaminari-kun….” Iida sighs again. “Your friend has feelings for Y/N.”
“My friend…”
Iida sighs at his obliviousness. “Bakugou likes Y/N. And you just dug your own grave earlier.”
“Bakugou… what?” Kaminari lets out a laugh. “That’s impossible! That guy would never—!” He stops, recalling back possible clues. “Wait, it’s really impossible right? We’re talking about the same Bakugou – blond, angry, and ready-to-kill-at-any-given-moment Bakugou, right?”
Kaminari’s face pales at Iida’s unchanging expression. No way…. Is that why I’ve been receiving death glares from Bakugou all day???
“Actually… It’s not only Bakugou-kun, but Todoroki-kun as well,” Iida states bluntly.
The thought of getting pulverised by Bakugou and Todoroki outweighs the fear of being in the middle of a forest at night.
“Ahahahahaha…” Kaminari mutters nervously, “Would it be bad if I stayed in this forest instead? Maybe start my adventure living in a forest?”
Iida sighs for the umpteenth time. “Yes, it would be. Let’s get out of here first then I’ll help you hide from Bakugou-kun’s sight.”
“Bakugou likes Y/N…. All Might, please save me….” Kaminari still lets out a disbelieved laugh as Iida drags him through the path. “Wait—” He stops. “How about Todoroki?”
“Well, I trust Todoroki enough not to follow his own impulses.” Iida merely shrugs, walking down the forest path.
Clutching his head between his hands, Kaminari wails, “I’m doomed.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“You’re gonna end up boring holes into her head.”
The comment from the red-haired boy snaps Katsuki back to his senses as he turns away with his face reddening. “Shut up.”
Kirishima laughs at his friend’s reaction as they stand around the starting area, waiting for their turns. “Have you calmed yourself now? Kaminari’s gonna be back any minute now and I don’t want to be a witness to a murder case.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not gonna fight him or anything.”
Kirishima rolls his eyes back. “That’s what you say. But the fact is when it comes to Y/N, you tend to lost your mind, man.” His gaze trails off, glancing somewhere else. “You and Todoroki.”
At those words, Katsuki snaps his head towards Icyhot, who’s standing with Deku and Iida and already staring at you, who’s talking to the other girls. 
A heavy sigh escapes Kirishima’s lips. “Man, I wonder what will become the two of you in the future.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms.
“Oh, nothing,” Kirishima answers vaguely, earning an unamused look from the ash blond. “Okay, I mean there’s three possibilities—Y/N choosing to be with you, Y/N choosing Todoroki, and Y/N choosing none of you—”
Katsuki starts, but Kirishima continues to ramble, “—if only she knows of your feelings for her.”
That shuts Katsuki up. He ponders with his own thoughts as he glances at you, laughing with your friends. His hardened stare softens a tad bit, wishing he was the one who made you smile like that.
“You gonna let her know?”
Katsuki shakes his head. “Not now.”
Kirishima nods in understanding. “I’ll support whatever you decide to do. I’m sure you can make her happy too.”
Not used to all this sappy talk, Katsuki grumbles, “Shut up, Shitty Hair.”
Kirishima laughs, throwing his friend into a headlock. “If you need any advice, just let me know.”
As if. Katsuki wants to say as he struggles to get out of Kirishima’s hold. Once Kirishima lets him go, Katsuki quietly mumbles a small ‘thank you’. Kirishima’s eyes sparkle as Katsuki groans internally. 
Instinctively, his crimson eyes stray to where you are again, but you catch him looking this time. He’s about to look away quickly, but you smile, giving him a small wave. And fuck—
Katsuki thinks he might have more trouble keeping his growing feelings for you.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE. it’s been a while but thank you for reading and waiting, lovelies !! please let me know of your thoughts on this >.<
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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months
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Shoto Todoroki x Shy Reader
How would Shoto treat his shy significant other?
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⁕ He'd think you're the cutest being there is ❤️
⁕ You guys would get along really well because he himself is a bit shy so he knows when something would be out of your comfort zone
⁕ He is your comfort space and towering over you is a plus because he knows it makes you feel a lot safer.
⁕ During group assignments he often asks "What about you love? What do you think?" wanting to help you to voice your opinion.
⁕ Very protective of you
⁕ If anyone is bullying you or just bothering you, he will not hesitate to give them third degree burns
⁕ He gets happy when you make new friends
⁕ Making new friends isn't easy especially when you're shy so he congratulates you and tells you how proud he is of you
⁕ He thinks its adorable when you hide in his chest after he compliments you. "Shoto stop 🙈" smiles softly "You're adorable love."
⁕ He does not force you to talk or raise your voice.
⁕You're not a loud talker so if he asks you a question and doesn't hear what you said he'll simply just lower head to hear you better
⁕ You really appreciate that because having to repeat yourself louder sucks
⁕One time you were telling him about wanting to change because you don't like being shy and Shoto, being his blunt self, just said "You can't. It's just you." lol
⁕ He meant no harm though, he just meant being shy is ok and he loves you just the way you are.
⁕ Overall, Todoroki is such a good boyfriend to you. He respects you and loves your shy cute self.
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kleem-o · 9 months
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Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader
Synopsis: Since you were young, at the age of 7 you were serving Shoto, both of you grew up together. Eventually he becomes so dependent on you and falls for you.
Warning: blood, violence, swearing, a bit nsfw
Wc: 2.2k
A/N: hii yall! Im back again with another au fic. i hope u all enjoy! will make another part, gonna set the setting for this au first (just imagine all those isekai manhwas with royalty and thats it lol. Feel free to ask!! (also this series will be a lot darker and stuff)
“Shoto, meet Y/N, she will be your personal assistant from now on.”
Shouto warily looked at you. A human, how distasteful. “Father, why do servants have to be humans? It’s disgusting.” Your eyes remain glued to the floor as your head stays tilted in a respectful bow, not daring to offend your masters in any way. Your masters are one of the most powerful families in the country, with a large palace overseeing the north kingdom. The kingdom consists of other noble vampires, commoners which were also vampires, then servants or slaves that were all human. Ever since the beginning, humans were vampires’ slaves, they were there for the beasts to command, with overwhelming strength and power, the humans stood no chance. You were one of the lucky ones that was born in a family that directly served noble families. From your birth, it was decided that you will be the young master Todoroki’s assistant. You were trained from an early age to perfection, from etiquette, to basic fighting skills– to protect your masters only– you were the perfect candidate for the soon to arrive young master. You were older than Shouto by a few months, and his successful birth sealed your fates together. 
“Do not complain Shouto, lest you desire to be the only master in the family with no accompanying assistance.” The big intimidating man stated with a huff. Shouto let out a frustrated sigh as he looked you again in the eye. “One mistake and you shall be our meal, do you understand?” The cold words accompanied by a somewhat strange soft voice made you look him in the eye for the first time. A young boy just a few months younger than you with eyes a beautiful shade of turquoise and dark gray, while his hair held the clouds and sunset rays of red. “Yes master.”
The first few days with him were simply exhausting. You did not know whether it was because you were human or his attitude was simply that of a spoiled rich kid. His spoiled act wasn’t exclusive to you, oh no, every single living thing in the palace was treated with malice, including vampires and even his own family, and his family did absolutely nothing in regards to his spoiled attitude, tch, nobles, you thought. You would wake him up every night at 6 pm, and endure his tantrums on being woken up too early. You would help him bathe and endure another 15 minutes of him complaining the water was too cold. You would help him get changed and endure another 30 minutes of him ranting about how awful your fashion sense is. What a child, you thought, everytime he opens his mouth you are reminded that he truly is a 6 year old child. After the nightly routine, dinner is in order, you would accompany him to the dining quarters only to be always stopped halfway through by Shoto telling you that “This is as far as you go, now be dismissed and go do your duty thingies.” as he walks off further to go to the dining quarters. You always wondered why, as you know that the other masters had their assistants with them while they feast. Perhaps it was a blessing that Shoto didn’t let you in, you knew it was a nightmare in there, with humans served as cuisines, you shudder at the thought and opt to not think about it, wanting to save your sanity in this forsaken place.
You would then prepare the things that Shoto would need for the night. You would get in touch with his tutor, and prepare his things for his study session. You would go to his room to tidy up, and prepare a set of pajamas to sleep in through the day. Daytime weakens vampires and they prefer to sleep through it, though do not be mistaken, they are still considerably strong, at least strong enough to subdue a human. You watch as Shoto focuses on the tutor’s teachings for the night. They were discussing things about economics, how boring, you thought. You took notice though, how Shoto seemed more distant than usual. Around 6 am, you will be readying Shoto for his slumber. As you changed him and tucked him in bed, you mindlessly asked him “Young master, are you okay?” Shoto looked at you surprised, as if you just grew horns and a tail. “Huh?” For some reason Shoto felt his cheeks burning up. “I’m completely fine! Are you okay?” Shoto said in an attempt to be sarcastic. You didn’t pick up on his sarcasm though, he seemed.. Flustered? “I’m doing fine young master, if ever you feel any discomfort please tell me. It is my job to ensure that you are at your utmost best.” You said with a smile. Shoto couldn’t stop the blush on his face. He quickly pulled the covers above his head “okay okay! I get it. You are dismissed now..” “ Have a good rest young master” You say as you leave the room. Little did you know that Shoto, who was being neglected by his family, not given enough attention and love, was gonna get attached to those few words you let out, wanting more of the warmth you radiated.
It came slowly, little changes like Shoto not throwing tantrums and not insulting your efforts while doing your duties. After his studies he would request to have tea in the garden under the moonlight, and he would always request you to be there with him. He would slowly open up to you, making many attempts to start a conversation.
“Did you know the stock market will be going down next week?”
“Accounting is so annoying, why do they need to make it so complicated? How foolish”
“What's your favorite season?”
“The moonlight seems prettier tonight”
“This tea tastes good, here have some”
Now his actions were confusing you entirely. He went from a tantrum throwing spoiled child, to a well mannered gentleman to you. It was a complete 180 for him and you didn’t know if he was planning something. Nevertheless you indulged him with his attempts at conversation as you quite enjoyed it as well, when he wasn’t acting like a pain in the as– head, he wasn’t that bad after all! After a few more months of this, you two were now as close as ever, Shoto even called you his playmate instead of assistant saying that “You’re different from other humans.” Which you didn’t completely get, all humans were the same after all. 
On one particular day, as the sun was starting to rise, you set Shoto to bed. You were going to leave the room when he held your hand and whispered “stay.” You got surprised by his behavior, even though you guys were close now, you wouldn’t dare sleep in his quarters, it was forbidden. You were merely a servant and he was a noble. You tried explaining this to him but his grip on your hand just tightened while tears started forming in his eyes. You knew that he longed for attention and love, something that you noticed throughout the months with him, was missing from his family. Just this one time wouldn’t hurt right? As long as you don’t get caught? After a few more moments of Shoto silently begging you, you finally agreed and his eyes shone with glee. He quickly scooted over and pulled the covers for you to get on the bed. As soon as you were settled on the bed he quickly cuddled by your side and fell asleep with his cheeks against yours. You closed your eyes and prayed that you won’t get caught, you also reminded yourself that this was a one time thing. Boy were you wrong. Not a single day went by that Shoto didn’t practically force you to sleep on his bed. This was your new normal now, though you were still careful not to get caught. This went on even when you both were now grown up, at the age of 20 Shoto still made you sleep with him, though he didn’t cuddle you as closely as before. 
You weren’t oblivious to the favor–obsession– Shoto had on you. You had to admit it was quite useful sometimes, like on times the head of the servants would scold you for no reason, Shoto would immediately punish them. Shoto became sweeter to you, almost like a lover you would dare say, as soft touches between the two of you would always result in fast heart beats and blushing small smiles. One day, as you were helping Shoto to change for bed, you quickly informed him that you could not sleep with him this time. He quickly asked you why and you simply told him there was going to be a meeting for all the servants. 
He borderline begged you to stay “Please Y/N stay, I don’t– I can’t sleep without you, you know that! Why would you leave me? Are they more important than me? Do you no longer like me?” You were surprised with all his questions, maybe he liked you a little bit more than you thought, you glanced at the clock on his wall, and noticed that he was now nuzzling your neck, inhaling your calming scent, one that would always calm him down. You then noticed a change in his breathing, it was now ragged and hot. “Young master? Are you okay?” You held his cheeks to make him face you, only to be faced with his dazed and half lidded eyes, his cheeks blushing “Call me by my name.” He demanded. “Shoto.” He kissed your lips with much fervor. He held your head, fingers intertwined with your hair, trying to pull you in even closer as your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed him back trying to match his passion, tongues dancing together, saliva dripping to your and Shoto’s chin. His hands explored your body as he trailed kisses down to the side of your neck, leaving open kisses and hickies. Eyes closed and moaning softly, you gripped his broad shoulder for balance as he started licking your neck, only to gasp and open your eyes in surprise as he bit your neck, hard, drawing blood as he started sucking and drinking it. “Wha– Sho– Shoto?! Stop–” You tried pushing him away only for him to growl and bite harder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, making sure you couldn’t escape him. You were starting to feel dizzy as you looked at him, his eyes were closed as his eyebrows were furrowed, blood dripping on the side of his mouth as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down showing how desperate he was to drink your blood. “Please.. Stop..” You fell down slowly as he fell down with you, arms still wrapped around you. You started seeing black spots darken your vision as you finally lost consciousness, your last thoughts being this was it, a death no different from others, by the hands of a vampire. 
You felt soft hair tickle your neck as you slowly opened your eyes. You were in Shoto’s bed and it was already nighttime. You quickly looked beside you to see him fast asleep, arms snaked around your waist as his head rested in the crook of your neck. You quickly lifted your hand to your neck only to feel bandages covering it so it wasn’t a dream you thought. As if hearing your thoughts Shoto stirred awake “Hello love. Did you rest well?” “Shoto what happened? What about my meeting wit–” “No need to worry love, it's all taken care of.” Shoto smiled as he caressed your cheek, hand slowly trailing down to your neck. “You tasted so sweet..” You tensed as he got closer to your neck, giving small kisses on the bandage. “Master, why would you do that?” Shoto felt his stomach drop as he panicked at the betrayed tone of your voice, he looked up at you and kissed your lips softly. “Darling I’m sorry I– I couldn’t resist. You just smelled so good. Please forgive me.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. You couldn’t help but forgive him, he promised he wouldn’t do it again. That was a lie. Every night as he woke up he would drink your blood from your neck, it became routine for the both of you. You would give in as he gave you his puppy eyes and begged “Please love, I can’t bear to drink anyone else's blood anymore” 
“You taste so good love, my darling baby.” 
“I’m sure the heavens cannot compare to you”  His sweet words would always sway you, and you just came to accept your fate. At least he didn’t overdo it, he would always stop right away whenever you would feel dizzy. Right after feeding from you, he would lick the wound on your neck, savoring whatever blood trickled out, then bandage up your neck. Whenever his family raised their eyes upon looking at your bandage, Shoto would simply dismiss them, still the ever spoiled and rude brat he is. Little did he know Touya, the eldest, had his eyes on the both of you.
Part 2
A/N: helooo if you made it here thanks for reading lol i want to make another part theres a lot i still want to write here, i have a lot of plot to cover lol like a little fight between touya and shoto, escape plans, and reader finding out a big secret about humanity and stuff hehe. Lemme know what yall think! And again feel free to ask! also if u wanna get tagged just let me know
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