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Meme Me Up

Summary: Todoroki’s S/O loves memes. He’s constantly confused, but tries to understand her. By learning memes himself.

Todoroki x Reader

Mod Shinslut 

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A/N: This is 1000% crack.

I’m sorry if this is lame. And if these are outdated references. I’m old and don’t understand memes like I used to. 👵🏽

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Todoroki adored you, he really did. There were just… certain aspects of your personality he didn’t quite understand. 

Like your savviness with social media trends. Todoroki himself could care less about what was trending on the internet, but as a result he was completely at a loss when you made references. 

When he took his shirt off during training, you yelled “THICC.” (He was unsure if you were expressing dissatisfaction with his physique—perhaps he had been eating too much soba? He vowed to train harder, but in fact, you continued to call him that whenever you caught him revealing his abs.)

Whenever you took your first bite of lunch after a grueling day of classes, you would always proclaim “yeet.” Or whenever you high-fived Kaminari in the hallway. Was this some sort of code?

And when Bakugou had blown up about something or another in class, you had told your irritable classmate to “suck on a tide pod,” before whispering conspiratorially to Ashido about his “small dick energy.” Todoroki was understandably, baffled. How would you know the size of Bakugou’s… anatomical bits? When would you have the chance to see that? He was growing miffed. 

Also you kept insisting to show him these videos you referred to as “vines”…. yet they weren’t at all like Shiozaki’s quirk… they were just short clips of people doing inane things… Not to mention your texts! You would often respond to his texts with cryptic images. After the last instance, Todoroki decided it was time seek help from other sources. 

Other sources being a certain internet-savvy blonde.

“Hey. Kaminari,” Todoroki said. 

Denki looked surprised to see his normally aloof classmate approach him after class. “Hey Todoroki. Need something?” 

“I was wondering if you could help me decipher this.” Todoroki whipped out his phone to show him your recent conversation, where you had responded to his explanation of some math homework you didn’t understand with another one of those images.  A basketball player looking terribly confused with question marks surrounding his head. (Todoroki could relate.)

Denki took one look before snorting and laughing. “Oh, Todoroki,” he said, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye. “Buddy, you gotta keep up. Those are just memes.”

“…Memes?”

Denki looked aghast. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what a meme is!”

“…. Is it a type of pastry? What does that have to do with this.” His frustrating was growing at Denki’s response. Of course he didn’t know what a meme was. Why else would he approach him.

“Todoroki, pal. You may be one of the smartest guys in class, but you’ve got a lot to learn. Don’t worry, buddy,” he said, wrapping an arm around his neck. Todoroki glanced at his arm impassively. “I’ll teach you everything I know.” 

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The next day you were surprised to see Todoroki had barely made it to class on time. He looked disheveled, his hair sticking up in different directions. Almost as if he didn’t sleep.

When Aizawa handed back your test scores, you whirled around to tell Todoroki excitedly that you’d passed. You weren’t expecting his reaction.

He paused, before, in a completely monotonous voice, said, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie. Keep it up.”

“…Um, Shoto? You feeling okay? You look tired.” You tilted your head. “Do you need me to get you some coffee during lunch?

Another pause. “Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Each syllable was clipped, as if Todoroki himself was pained to say those words. You could’ve sworn you saw his right eye twitch. 

“…Right.”

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You figured maybe Todoroki was feeling out of it due to the lack of sleep. You tried to give him space, continuing with your day as if nothing was out of place. That is, until lunch. 

“Woah, this is so sticky,” you said, playing with your macaroni and cheese with your fork. “Dang, I wonder how much cheese they put in this…”  

Denki grinned, leaning his chair back to speak to Todoroki. “You gonna say anything?” Todoroki paused, his soba halfway to his mouth, before he dropped his chopsticks. He looked down for a second, before gulping audibly. You were surprised to see a blush on his face. 

“That’s what good… ahem… healthy female genitalia sounds like.”

Denki and Sero were laughing hysterically until the end of lunch period. You meanwhile were staring at your boyfriend as if he had grown two heads. 

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After school had ended you were surprised to see a text notification from Todoroki. You figured he had embarrassed himself enough in the cafeteria, and would lay low for awhile. When you opened it, you saw the familiar meme of the guy tapping his head knowingly. Todoroki’s comment was beneath. 

All Might’s rigorous training exercises can’t hurt you if you’ve already been through worse because of your father.

“OH MY GOD TODOROKI.” You were already dialing his number. You were relieved when he picked up. 

“Hey Shoto… real talk, are you okay?”

There was a pause. “Was that too dark? Kaminari said the best memes were a combination of dark humor and self-deprecation. Perhaps I went too far,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Did I just hear you say Denki? Did you really go to Denki for advice?”

“He seemed the most… knowledgeable about internet slang.” Todoroki suddenly sounded embarrassed. 

“Todoroki, look, you don’t have to force yourself to quote memes. I’d actually prefer it if you didn’t. You know… save yourself from some of the embarrassment.”

Todoroki was quiet for so long that you were worried your connection had been lost. “I just… wanted to be able to relate to you.” The soft declaration surprised you. “Since you love memes so much.” 

“Awww. I like you just the way you are Shoto. With or without being meme-worthy,” you said, cradling your phone to your ear with your shoulder. “In fact, if you want a crash course on memes, I’d be happy to help keep you up to date.” 

“Okay. Thank you for being my…” Todoroki’s voice died out. When he spoke again, there was a curious twinge to his tone. “Would this be the appropriate time to refer to you as my ‘daddy’?”

“SHOTO NO.”