A request for my three boys… I tried my best with this one, sorry if it’s a bit off or something, but I tried to make it cute like you asked. Thank you so much for the request!💕
SHOUTO TODOROKI
When IcyHot first saw you, he didn’t know what to expect.
Your (h/c) locks, and your (e/c) eyes was something he was captivated by.
Your Quirk? It was unbelievable.
Your enhanced aim made you hit every target almost every time. You could even do it with your eyes closed!
But it wasn’t only that. The fact that you stood in out in any crowd, because of your cowboy hat, was the thing that’d made him smile a little.
He saw the confidence you had in you when you were talking to people, and you weren’t afraid to say what was on your mind.
He noticed that, when you were saying your opinion against Bakugo’s.
It sure was a spectacular sight.
You were an extrovert, and he was an introvert.
So you would encourage him to join friend activities or you’d ask him to help you with your Japanese, since you were an exchange student from America.
And of course, he wouldn’t never say no to you.
Whenever someone would compliment you on your fighting style or just your look, you’d take off your hat, flash them a smile, and bow.
Todoroki found this adorable. So he tried to compliment you as often as possible.
Which, wasn’t hard to do. You impressed him anytime he was near you.
And it wasn’t soon after, that he realized he had a crush on you.
This boy didn’t see that coming.
He tried his best to hide that he was crushing on you.
But his cover was soon blown when he was blushing like a mad man when you called him “pumpkin.”
“Aw, your face is all red, something on your mind, sweet pea?”
Cue the fire flaming up on his left side.
That’s basically how you found out he liked you.
KATSUKI BAKUGO
At first, Explodo Kills didn’t think much if you.
He just thought of you as another stepping stone towards becoming the number one hero.
And the fact that you were wearing a cowboy hat, made this guy think you looked ridiculous.
But it’s not all about the looks.
When he saw your Quirk first in action, he basically thought: she’s cheating.
But when you told your classmates that your Quirk was enhanced aim, that you could hit every target with almost 100 percent success rate, he saw you more as a challenger.
If you throw an airplane on somebody, it’s definitely going to hit. You point a gun at someone and pull the trigger, it’s most certainly going to hit.
Now, he had to be a bit wary.
Just because you looked like a sweet little girl, didn’t mean that you couldn’t beat up or kill someone.
But all in all, you weren’t that much of a threat.
The real thing that caused you problems with him, were that you called him nicknames.
“You getting a bit angry there, sugar?”
His face would turn red. A mix between blushing and irritation.
You’d continue to call him these things, because he doesn’t tell you to stop.
Because in all honesty, he developed a bit of a crush on you. He just hides it by acting irritated.
He only acted this way when you were the one calling him these things.
But when someone else did? They’re going to wish they hadn’t.
Because only you could call him that.
IZUKU MIDORIYA
The first time this little green bean first met you, was when you were asking his directions to the study hall.
His heart would beat a hundred beats when you suddenly come up to him.
You told him that you were an exchange student from America, and he got really excited.
He wanted to ask you a million questions.
What is it like there? Do you have trouble learning Japanese? Why do you wear a cowboy hat?
Which are, questions he definitely asked.
And being the nice person that you were, you answered every single one of them.
Until you reminded him that you still needed to know where the study hall was.
He immediately blushed and apologized. He told you where the study hall was, and before you left him on his own, you just ha to make his heart even more flustered.
“Thank you for the directions, sweet pea.” You said with a wink.
Midoriya.exe has stopped working.
He was starstruck by you.
When he found out what your Quirk was, you knew he was going to bombard you with a trillion questions.
“Does your Quirk have any relation to where you come from? What’s the percentage to successfully hit a target? Do you want go out with me?”
Midoriya would stop talking and think for a good ten seconds before realizing what he just said.
It was adorable how flustered Midoriya would get, just from a single look.
You were in luck, since you liked him too.
“I’d love to go out with you, pumpkin.”
The response and the nickname at the end, may just break him more than he does to his bones.
95. “I’ll always be there for you.” + 97. “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.” with Shouto Todoroki
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“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.” Todoroki says, smiling weakly. You looked at him with wide eyes, he smiled even bigger.
“Shouto I…” You looked down, at your feet, then up at the night sky. You two snuck out of the dorms to go stargazing, an obviously romantic act despite the two of you not being ‘official’ and maybe thats why he decided to confess to you now.
“I’ll always be there for you.” He said, “I want to make sure you’re always happy, to make sure you’re well fed and well rested, I…I want to be there for you, in more than just a friend way.”
You smiled at him, and then you pressed a kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you chuckled. “I like the sound of that Shouto.”
“Yeah, me too.” He mumbles, still in a daze from the kiss.
Reader hooked up in the boy’s bathroom and the evidence is left on the common room table.
“Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”
Reader x mystery 😉
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It just showed up one morning without anybody expecting it. It was folded neatly in half on the table and left with a branded note from the dorm cleaners that did a thorough clean once every week to keep the place in shape.
By the time most of the group woke up and came down, it had been unfolded and askew, lying awkwardly across the table as if someone had picked it up and hurriedly dropped it after realizing what it was.
Ojiro sat down to watch TV, not realizing it was a few inches from his legs until Tokoyami joined him, eyes widening before he could sit down. He took a deep breath but didn’t say anything. He’d let someone else deal with it. That someone else was of course, resident pervert, Kaminari.
“Goood morning, future heros! And what are we watching today on televi- holy shit!” A few other gathered around at the scene after his outcry.
“Is that…?”
“What the hell?”
“Seriously guys?”
Almost the entire of 1A was standing around the common room table, all staring with different reactions at one thing.
“Who’s is this?” Denki was the brave soul who stepped forward and pointed at the lacy, black material, “Whose thong is this?”
Some shrugged, some blushed and some left, not wanting to bother themselves with the drama.
“Oi! Stop crowding the fucking tv, you extras. What’s everybody standing around for?” Bakugou made his way to the center and looked around angrily before following everybody’s gaze to the offending material. “Pfft. Really? Whoever’s it is must really be looking for an ass beating. I sit on this couch!” He eyed the sofa with disgust.
“It came from the bathroom actually.”
Several pairs of eyes turned towards the red head in shock and his eyes widened.
“Kirishima? I didn’t know you had it in you, buddy!” Sero wrapped an arm around his shoulder and ushered him forward, wanting the material to be gone already.
“W-What? No! It wasn’t me! I mean, that’s just what the card says!” He held up the cardstock and Denki snatched it from him to read it aloud,
“Found this in the boy’s bathroom when we were cleaning and laundered it for you! Enjoy~ Yakamoto’s Cleaning Company.” Denki scoffed and threw the card on the table, “Yeah, whoever’s it is did enjoy themselves I’m sure.” He eyed his friend wearily and Kirishima waved him off,
“Hey, it wasn’t me, guys. I don’t wear things like that.”
“We all have our preferences.” It was mumbled but those who heard it turned to Sero who shrugged before defending, “I-I just meant that some guys prefer that type of thing! I didn’t mean it was mine! B-Besides, that can’t even fit me!”
Sero backed up slowly and Bakugou smirked, “I bet we can make it fit you!” The blond snatched the material up and charged towards Sero before registering his actions and hurriedly dropping it like it burned him, only for it to land on the floor.
The room silenced as everyone stared between Bakugou and his hand that he held up and was looking at like it betrayed him. He huffed and put it down, rubbing a red cheek roughly, “Hey, don’t you fuckers look at me like that. Just because I touched it doesn’t mean I know who’s it is.”
“How do we know it’s not yours?” Denki smiled teasingly and Bakugou growled.
“It’s fucking not, okay?! My hips wouldn’t fit in that shit. In fact,” He turned around to where the kitchen was filled of grumbling females, “Oi! You girlies gonna spend all day over there? Your cover’s been blown so might as well own up to this shit!”
The girls looked over, uninterested and turned back to their conversations.
“Hey! Don’t fucking ignore me! I’m talking to you shitheads!” Bakugou’s forehead vein throbbed. You turned halfway to glance at the boys who were left in the living room section of the common area and commented off handedly,
“We’re not interested in your dick measuring contest. Go away.” Bakugou’s jaw dropped and before he could go over and give you a piece of his mind, Mina threw an arm over your shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the boys,
“Yeah! Besides, we’re trying to make banana bread over here so leave us alone!” You two joined Uraraka where she was dicing up the fruit and Bakugou growled,
“If one of you extra bitches don’t come here and move your fucking thong from the table, I’m going to blow it the fuck up!”
That got the girls’ attention.
They all did a slow turn to where the boys were facing, varying degrees of horror across all of their faces. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Now hurry up.”
The girls all glanced at each other before slowly making their way over as a group, banana bread long forgotten.
“So, which one of you ladies are a fan of lace?” Denki smirked and pointed at the floor where Bakugou had dropped the item.
Everyone’s eyes followed and the boys watched in amusement as the girls’ eyes collectively widened. Their gazes stayed on the floor as to not look up and give away whose it was.
“We’re waiting~” Denki singsonged teasingly.
“Whatever, you guys are making a big deal out of nothing.” Toru’s shirt wrinkled from where she crossed her arms over her chest and Mina piped up,
“Yeah! How do we know it’s not one of yours?”
Bakugou’s face flushed as he remembered the feeling of the soft material in his hands and for once he kept his mouth shut. Instead, Midoriya piped up,
“W-Well, it wouldn’t fit any of us so it has to be one of you. Not that we’re blaming you! It’s just, we would appreciate it if you moved it from the common room. Oh! I-I’m not saying it’s ugly! It’s actually-uh, very nice! W-Wait! What I meant is-”
“What Midoriya is trying to say is, although it is a very attractive garment, it is highly inappropriate to have laying around casually. These matter should be kept private!” Iida concluded his speech with a chop, though his cheeks were tinged pink. Tsuyu blinked,
“How do you know it wouldn’t fit you though?” Everyone blinked and looked around until the tall male who had been standing in the corner and watching the whole thing stepped forward with an annoyed face.
Shouto bent down to pick up the garment delicately, causing a few gasps, before unraveling it slightly and putting it up to lay over his own hips. The material was obviously not his size so he placed it back on the table and stood straight again, eyeing his classmate, bored,
“It doesn’t belong to me. Don’t waste my time on things like this,” he deadpanned and walked off without a hitch.
Everyone stared at his back for his bold actions and Kirishima wiped a tear,
“I can’t handle all this manliness in the morning.”
Bakugou grunted, annoyed that nobody was stepping forward, “Fine. If you girls are so shy then too bad. Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”
Everyone eyed each other suspiciously but nobody made an attempt to move it.
~
Eventually, nearly a week had passed and the thong still stayed on the table. There was almost always somebody in the living room, making it hard for the owner to collect their clothing anonymously. The next week, the cleaners had re-laundered it and placed it back on the table neatly- not willing to get between whatever weird bet was happening in the dorms.
Since then, everyone had got more used to seeing it but still, nobody would put the remote too close to it or stare at it openly. It was almost as if the whole incident didn’t happen.
“I wonder if whoevers it is had to go commando for a day because they’re missing it.” Denki eyed it, thinking hard.
“You idiot. Obviously, they would have more than one pair of underwear. Stop being weird.” Sero chided him and Denki turned towards Mina who was sat on a different couch, scrolling on her phone.
“Do you know whose it is?” Kirishima slapped the blonde’s shoulder lightly for asking such a question,
“Dude! You can’t just ask her that and make her uncomf-”
“Yep.” The boys turned to look at her and she shrugged, “I’m not telling you who’s it is but all of the girls know who it belongs to and the story behind it.”
“The…story?” Kirishima asked hesitantly, not knowing if he should take it any further. Mina giggled unashamed and glanced at the red faces in front of her,
“Of course! It didn’t just show up in the boy’s bathroom! The owner of this pretty, little thing,” she stretched her legs that were perched on the table to nudge it with a sock covered toe, “was engaging in some… after practice practice with somebody and forgot to pick that up on her way out.”
“After practice practice?” Sero asked perplexed and Kirishima’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“She means shower sex, you idiots.” Bakugou groaned from behind them and got up from the couch to leave. The remaining boys blushed and Denki cleared his throat nervously,
“Do you…um, do you know who the guy she was with is?”
Mina smirked wider, “Yep.”
~
News had spread of why the thong was found in the bathroom and now nobody could look at it without blushing at the implications. A few students were sat in the common room tensely, trying to keep their eyes from straying from the tv screen when they heard a click from behind them.
Uraraka glanced over her shoulder and smiled, “Hey, Mr.Aizawa.” She turned back to the movie and a second later, everyone stiffened.
“Mr.Aizawa?!”
Everyone turned to look between him and the thong on the table and crowded towards the center so he wouldn’t see it.
“M-Mr.Aizawa! What are you doing here?!” Midoriya chuckled nervously and glanced behind where Kirishima was sitting on the table to block their teachers view to make sure the garment hadn’t moved to the side.
“I come once a month to make sure all your appliances are still working properly. You know this, Midoriya.” The teacher deadpanned and walked closer to where they were to check the tv.
Momo jumped up, “Uh, Mr.Aizawa! As you are a guest here, please let me make you a cup of tea!” She placed a hand on his back and turned to steer him towards the kitchen.
“Yeah! Yaomomo makes the best tea, sir. Heh, you should really try it!” Uraraka joined her friend in guiding their teacher to the kitchen and glanced behind at the boys, motioning with her hands and mouthing ‘hide it!’.
Midoriya, Kirishima, Bakugou and Todoroki glanced between themselves, all looking at the others as if to say ‘I’m not doing it’.
“That’s very nice girls, but I don’t have time for tea.” Aizawa started walking back towards the table and even Bakugou panicked.
“Hurry the fuck up before Aizawa sees it, shitheads!’ Bakugou said as quietly as he could…which wasn’t very quiet at all.
“Sees what?” Their teacher walked closer, suspecting something now and the students in the room paled.
Being the one closest to it, Kirishima quickly snatched the material and stuffed it under the waistband of his pocket-less sweatpants. A second afterwards, he seemed to realize his actions and his eyes widened, “Wait!”
Before he could take it out and hide it somewhere else, their teacher rounded the corner and stared down the four boys harshly. There was a shuffling of feet and when they turned, they could see Uraraka and Momo giggling and running upstairs, leaving them to deal with this alone.
“What’s going on here.” It was a dry statement and he looked around but got no answer.
Bakugou was staring hard at the table, Midoriya was literally shaking and staring at the floor, and Todoroki was watching him plainly. The scene looked normal but there was a blush on all of their faces that made him raise an eyebrow. He did one more sweep and stopped at the red haired boy sat in the middle of the couch. “Kirishima, what are you doing?”
Kirishima was sitting on the couch with his legs resting on the table. His back was straight as a rod and he was cupping his crotch shakily. “Uh, nothing, sir!”
“Let me see your hands,” his teacher asked, thinking there would be something the boy was hiding in his palms. Kirishima shakily moved his hands and Aizawa stiffened, “What… is that?”
They all trailed their eyes to awkwardly stare at Kirishima’s lap and Bakugou had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
There was a slight bulge in the boy’s pants from where the garment had balled up but the size and shape…left a lot to be desired. Aizawa wasn’t one to pry but he too had urges and he knew the shape under the light grey material was obviously not one from a body part. With his experience, it was obvious there was something he was hiding in his pants.
The room was quiet until Todoroki broke it, deadpan as usual,
“I think that’s just his quirk, sir.”
Midoriya sucked in a breath and Bakugou’s shoulders started to shake under the effort. Aizawa slapped a hand over his eyes and sighed,
“I never in my life thought I would ask this, but…What are you hiding in your pants, Kirishima?”
Bakugou couldn’t hold back a snort and Midoriya rolled his lips into his mouth. Kirishima shot Bakugou a dirty look before shaking his head, “Uh, it’s n-nothing, sir!”
“Are you sure?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
Aizawa sighed heavily and walked away, the other boys breathing out in relief.
“Midoriya,” They all turned around and saw their teacher had moved to stand directly behind the dark haired boy. “What is Kirishima hiding in his pants?”
The other threes eyes widened in panic. He went straight for their weakest link! Bakugou discreetly shook his head ‘no’ and made a slitting motion over his throat.
“I’m not going to ask again, Midoriya.” Aizawa stared at him head on now,
“Eep! He’s hiding a size __, black, lace thong in his pants, Mr.Aizawa!” Midoriya slapped a hand over his mouth and everyone’s eyes widened. Aizawa from not expecting it and the others from how specific he was.
Aizawa breathed out the world’s heaviest sigh and turned around. He went straight for the exit of the dorms, not even bothering to check their appliances. The entire way there he mumbled something along the lines of, ‘be a teacher Mic said…’
When they were sure he left, Kirishima quickly pulled the garment out of his pants and threw it on the table, blushing immensely at how warm the underwear had got inside of his clothes. He stared up at the ceiling to cool off until he heard a snort.
“No fucking way.”
Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki turned towards where the blond was chuckling but he just laughed louder and got up to leave,
“Is that your quirk too?” Bakugou said before going towards the elevator and the three boys turned to see where he had pointed at before leaving.
“Oh!” Kirishima blushed wildly, Midoriya squeaked and Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the firm lump that had started to form where the hidden thong had been just seconds ago, the outline too soft and smooth to be considered part of his quirk.
~
“I’m beat, guys. You finish watching the rest without me.” Sero got up and stretched before heading off the his room.
“Yeah,” Denki faked a yawn and followed, “I think I’m gonna head in too now. Have fun cleaning up!”
“Wha- guys!” Kirishima turned to yell at them but they had left already. He turned back to stare at the mess of empty wrappers and cans that lined the table and groaned. He took the tv off and started cleaning up.
He was almost finished when he saw one last empty chip bag poking out from underneath the table and went to retrieve it. He was on the floor and reaching towards it when he heard two hushed voices,
“Just go get it already. I heard them take the elevator up,” a deep one said,
“Me?! But why do I have to get it?!” Kirishima froze as he recognized your voice.
“Because it’s yours,” your male counterpart reasoned.
Kirishima quickly pieced together what the two of you were talking about and gulped. He glanced up at where the thong was on the table and panicked. He couldn’t let you two see him! That would be too embarrassing!
As quietly as he could, Kirishima shuffled to lay on the floor and slid himself under the table.
He heard the steps get closer and you broke the silence,
“I don’t care if it’s mine, you’re the one who put it in your pocket! You should have been more careful not to drop it!”
“Oh, excuse me. I was busy trying to balance you against the wall while not slipping… I would never forgive myself if I dropped you.” The last part was mumbled quieter than the rest and Kirishima’s eyes widened before he heard a quiet ‘aw’ before some suggestive noises that indicated you were kissing whoever came with you, and heavily at that.
After a few moans and sighs, the noises stopped and you spoke up again,
“You’re still not off the hook. Go get it for me.” There was a pause and Kirishima could only assume whoever was with you was rolling their eyes before he heard a loud slap.
Kirishima gasped softly and was ready to crawl out from under the table to give whoever just hurt you a piece of his mind but froze when he heard a needy moan,
“Stop acting like such a brat,” the deep voice was muffled and Kirishima willed his breaths to quiet down when you whined back,
“Mmm, but please go get it? Can you do that for me, baby?”
There was another slap, though significantly softer this time and a sigh, “Fine.”
Kirishima stiffened as the footfalls got closer to him and he quickly brought his legs to his chest, softly cursing when the sound of his clothes brushing the bottom of the table made a swiping noise.
The figure paused momentarily, feet right in front of his face now. Luckily, they just picked up the thong and made their way back towards you.
Kirishima was really curious as to who it was and he wanted to peek out from under the table but he was scared of getting caught. Instead, he racked his brain to try and place where he had seen those socks before, making a mental list of who wore plain white socks and who didn’t.
He wasn’t able to narrow down his list and waited a few more seconds before climbing out and dusting off his clothing. He was going to go throw away his empty chip bag when he heard the same deep voice, though tinged with something darker now,
“Kirishima.”
Said boy froze and very slowly turned around, his stomach churning with nerves. In front of him stood his tall classmate, legs straight out and arms poised across his broad chest. His shirt was slightly twisted and he could only assume it was from the frisky movements he had engaged in moments prior. Kirishima trailed his eyes upwards and froze at the intensity in his those heterochromatic eyes.
“Uh, Todoroki! Hey, buddy! Come down to watch some late night tv?” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck nervously and smiled as if he hadn’t just overheard the man in front of him engage in light foreplay.
Instead, Shouto walked closer and Kirishima couldn’t help but notice how messy his bicolor hair was and the swelling of his pink lips even though you were no longer with him.
“Not that you will ever be in another situation that warrants it, but don’t touch any of ____’s undergarments again.” Kirishima gave him a rapid nod and Todoroki returned it before walking off. He paused at the doorway and threw over his shoulder, voice hardened with anger, “And if you ever think of her in a way that causes you to become aroused again, we’re going to have a problem.”
Kirishima blushed when he thought back to his boner on the couch and laughed bashfully, “Heh, don’t worry about it, man! I hear you loud and clear!” He raised a cheerful fist in the air even though Todoroki wouldn’t be able to see it, as his back was facing him. Instead, he just nodded once and made his way towards the elevators. “Trust me, I won’t let it happen a third time!”
Kirishima went to throw away the bag and only after disposing of it, heard a crash and then,
“‘A third time’?!”
A/N I wrote this bc i was sad so please leave me some nice feedback 😀 AO3 account: justpassingthroughhere
a/n: first. this is such a cute request and i hope i do it justice. thank you. also, i did it as scenarios because it flowed easier that way as opposed to headcanons. hope u enjoy!
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dabi
You sighed as the notification appeared on your screen indicating that your phone had low battery. The thought of getting up and walking all the way to the bedroom was exhausting, but you didn’t want your phone to die in the middle of your game. With a huff of annoyance, you pulled yourself from the couch and started walking towards the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend.
He was curled up in a ball on the bed, so you attempted to look for your charger as quietly as possible so you didn’t disturb him. While fumbling through the drawer of your nightstand, you heard a whimper and turned to see Dabi, hands in his hair, with a pained expression on his sleeping face. You frowned and abandoned your search for your charger, carefully placing your phone down atop the nightstand and sliding onto the bed. He clenched his teeth and made another frightened noise, his grip on his hair tightening. You trailed your fingers along his jawline, and he flinched away from your touch.
“Dabi, baby, it’s okay,” you whispered, laying down beside him and pulling his head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair. “You’re okay.”
He made a soft humming noise in response to your words, and you buried your face in his hair and kissed his head.
“I love you, Dabi. No one’s gonna hurt you as long as I’m here. Everything is okay.”
tomura shigaraki
Tomura had fallen asleep some time ago, leaving you wide awake and bored out of your mind. You layed face-up on the bed beside him, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come to no avail. All of a sudden, you got the urge to play video games, and carefully crept out of bed to sit in the beanbag you’d placed for yourself infront of the TV. It was very rare that you played without Tomura, but he was dead asleep and would be pissed if you woke him up to play a game, no matter how much he loved them.
You became immersed in the game, excited to finally be able to win now that you weren’t up against Tomura and his expert skills. You quietly cheered to yourself, eyes locked on the screen and fingers fiddling away with the controller’s buttons as you fought your opponent. There were only a few seconds left in the battle, and you were winning, when you heard a noise that tore your attention away from the television screen. Confused, you turned your head to Tomura, who was cradling his knees and shaking. Quiet, distressed cries escaped his mouth and you dropped the controller, forgetting entirely about the game and your winning streak.
Taking care to be quiet, you crawled back into bed, pressing your chest against Tomura’s back and your face into the crook of his neck. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could without causing discomfort and kissed the scars along his neck. His shaking and crying became more subdued at your touch.
“Don’t cry, Tomura. I’ve got you, you’re safe,” you cooed, rubbing circles against his upper arm with your thumb. “Everything is okay, love, I promise. Calm down.”
shoto todoroki
“Hey, Shoto, can I borrow your–“
You paused midsentence when you realize that the boy in question was in his bed, buried under a pile a blankets. You shut your gaping mouth and stood in silence for a few moments, debating on whether you should just look for the notes yourself, or leave and come back later. As you were about to walk out, you noticed a muffled noise coming from the lump of blankets.
“Shoto?”
There was no response, but the noises continued. After a moment of listening, you realized he was whimpering like a hurt puppy. Is he having a bad dream? You thought, staring in confusion.
“No!”
He cried out, and instinctively you lunged at the bed and crawled over to him, frantically moving his excessive blankets out of your way. Underneath them, Todoroki was laying on his side with his face contorted in fear and pain. He was still sleeping, but his rapid breathing and trembling hands indicated he was having a horrible nightmare. You gently laced your fingers between his and squeezed, then leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“Shoto, it’s me, Y/N,” you whispered, squeezing his hand tighter. “You’re alright, babe. I’m here, not him. It’s just a dream.”
Though he remained asleep, he rolled himself into your lap and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you. You smiled down at him and stroked his hair softly. “I’ll protect you, okay? Don’t worry.”
hitoshi shinso
It wasn’t often that Shinso got the proper amount of sleep, so you never complained when he fell asleep while you were together. He was currently laying on his side on your sofa, while you sat at the opposite end, watching the movie the two of you had picked out. Shinso wasn’t missing much, and you were on the verge of sleep yourself from how boring the movie was.
You were beginning to doze off, but a sudden movement from your boyfriend startled you awake. Blinking away your sleepiness, you looked over at him to see him chewing the skin of his fingers in his sleep. He was trembling, and it took you a little longer than it should have to realize he was having a nightmare. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve realized immediately.
After coming back to earth, you crawled down the couch and shimmied your way between Shinso’s chest and the back pillows. Gently grabbing his wrist, you pulled his hand away from his mouth and gave him a peck on the lips.
“Hey love, it’s okay,” you mumbled, pressing your head against his collarbone.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer into him, letting out a small whine as he did so.
hihi!!! could you do a scenario of todoroki shouto taking care of his s/o who’s sick (she has a high fever and flu) and like, he takes good care of her that his s/o was impressed and said that when they grow up, they should get married and he became flustered and all that :). If it’s too much for you, it’s okay^^^
you got it chief
word count: 1.6 k words.
genre: fluff
pairing: todoroki shouto / reader
The world was a bleak haze from the comfort of your bed. The weather report on your phone said that it was the first snow day of the winter season. But, fall left you with a parting gift—a terrible cold.
Swaddled in a multitude of blankets, you could barely enjoy the morning sunlight coming from your dusty blinds with the mucus buildup in your throat and nose. And it certainly didn’t feel better when you had to sneeze. On the bright side, the thought of staying in your house warm dorm was comforting. If it wasn’t the first snowfall of the season.
It was truly the best at the worst of times.
Wiping the snot from your nose for the eighth time that day, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. The bright digital numbers read 3:17.
Todoroki should be heading out of UA right now. Your bi-colored haired best friend and boyfriend should’ve got your 15 messages you spammed during the day. He never let you down when it came to you doing your homework, begrudgingly.
He was always by your side since elementary. Lunches in the comfort of just each other, the passing crumbled notes or doodles of the teacher, make-believe that you were both pro-heroes in the school courtyard. One could say that you two were best friends, which was entirely the truth.
You were the first one outside his family to know about his scar and situation with his mother. You told him that you put yourself first in line to deck his dad in the nose. The violent statement slowly opened his heart to you. It was same vice versa. Certainly there were a few times where words couldn’t form in your mouth, dry in the face of bullies, taunting you for your quirk, and he would step in. You knew from his powerful glare directed to your enemies that things between you two would go swimmingly.
Also his resilient and quiet nature meshed well with your extroverted and optimistic persona. It was definitely questionable, especially in the minds of his long line of admirers at UA. You could yak his whole ear off if you were paid to. And then you would split it with Todoroki to get some cold soba afterwards.
Hmm, maybe another nap can keep me busy until he comes, your tired mind pondered.
But before your crusted eyelids shut, your ears heard a firm knock.
“What’s the password?” You croaked, knowlingly smiling on who it might be.
“(Name), it’s Shouto.”
“Invalid attempt. Try again.”
You could practically see his tired fingers rubbing his temples.
“All Might to Protron, do you copy?” He voiced your made up superhero names from childhood through the wooden door.
You giggled.
“Roger. You may come in!”
Your two-toned haired friend entered your room, dressed in his school uniform with a plastic bag hanging from his hand.
“I hope you know it’s dangerous to leave your door open like this.” He closed the door behind him with a click.
You waved the danger off.
“I had to use the bathroom and didn’t have the energy to lock it. My sickness is slowly consuming me.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t do this simple thing.”
“Okay, Maybe you should leave the door open, the girls and boys here could see this lovely side of you.” You mockingly sighed, but coughing up a storm at the end of your sentence.
“Then it looks like you don’t need the notes and medicine after all.”
His body was already moving towards the door.
“I’m sorry! I was rude. Please don’t leave me like this.” You put on your biggest pair of puppy eyes.
He looked at your pathetic form and shook his head smiling, going back to sit down on your bedside to rummage through his backpack.
Despite your annoying sinuses, a light shined through in eyes on seeing your saving grace in the form of neat handwriting and Advil.
“You’re honestly the best Shouto.” You took his papers, giving his written words a once over.
“Mm.” Todoroki unscrewed the turquoise cap as you examined his work, popping out two pills.
“Here.” His cold hand placed the two tablets gently into your palm.
You swallowed them while your boyfriend offered his half full water bottle to you. Taking it quickly, you gulped the lukewarm water down your clogged throat.
He watched your neck bobbed up and down your barely visible Adam’s apple. How you kept your skin so soft, considering how hard you worked in school to your current condition, was a mystery to him. Swanlike, almost.
You were beautiful, without a doubt, but that fact never occurred to him when he first meet you. A dwarf in pigtails, he remembered, that barely knew how to tie her shoes.
From when he instinctively defended you in front of those elementary bullies to when you cheered from the stands when his left side erupted in flames. He couldn’t recall a time where you weren’t special to him.
Your friendly personality and quirky humor grew on him like a fungus over the years. His affections for you certainly didn’t decrease when you openly supported his dreams to become separate from his family lineage. All free time was spent either texting, calling, or mindlessly being in the presence of each other.
Inside jokes, funny nicknames, wild adventures; all done by your discretion. No matter how many times he would roll his eyes or lecture you, it felt more like home than at his own house.
Todoroki would have to silently thank whatever higher being controlling his fate made you do the first move to ask out his oblivious ass.
You sighed happily, wiping the stray droplets from your bottom lip. “Thank you. You’re going through all this trouble for me.”
“It wasn’t an issue. Aizawa-sensei said you have to make up classwork after school tomorrow.”
A groan escaped your throat, where you threw yourself on your messy bed.
“I guess I haven’t suffered enough yet,” You sighed. “Can you at least stay with me until I’m done? My misery needs some company.”
“Of course.”
His reassuring tone seemed to trigger a switch in you.
“You’re the best. I swear sometimes we should just get married already.”
“Married?”
Three seconds it took you to realize what you said.
Your face spiked up to another thousands of degrees. You and your big mouth.
“Did I really say married? Nah, I didn’t really mean it like that, I just-“
“Then what did you mean?” He asked neutrally, despite your frantic antics.
“I mean, you’re always giving me good advice, you always listen to my weird jokes, you would defend my honor even if it meant damaging yours. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t there for me. You also seem to know exactly what I need when I don’t know it myself. It just feels like you’re meant to be here with me.”
He slowly nodded in understanding ,but you still continued, this time with animated hands.
“Also you make my heart beat really fast when you smile only at me. When I need validation in the room, I always look for you. It’s always more than enough. I just-”
You sighed dreamily.
“-feel so lucky that you wanted to be with me and are just so…amazing. So, I guess the idea of marrying you just popped into my mind.”
Awaiting his reaction made your boxed room get smaller by the second. How badly you wanted to rake up all the words you said and stuff back in your mouth again. Though, all you said was true. Regrets shouldn’t be felt. It came from the unfiltered, sincere core of your heart. Your boyfriend deserved to know what you were thinking. You looked at him.
Todoroki’s face was beet red. He was as stiff as a board.
“Shouto, are you okay?” Slightly panicking, you placed your hand on his lap, hoping for a response.
Your worrying made him slowly come back to earth, in the form of him slowly grasping your hand on his lap.
Todoroki looked downward, nestling his chin into his chest.
Even with the close proximity, you couldn’t pinpoint what his expression, but his hand was slowly growing clammy.
“…you.” He muttered, his cheeks blazing to the point that his quirk might have activated at that point.
“What?” You coarsely asked.
“I love you, (Name). “ He clarified, trying desperately to repress his growing blush. “But let’s not get married right away. At least until we get settled down first.”
The room’s atmosphere spun and expanded, the statement hitting you like a freight train.
This was the first time he had ever spoken those three words. You would be lying if you hadn’t imagined this moment a couple of hundreds of times. Mentally prepared, you were not.
You only did the most instinctive thing in your caliber. Your hands hid your already matching red face, a wave of elation coursing through every nerve of your body.
Seeing your huddled up position, concern hastily spread from Todoroki’s body. Did he do something wrong?
“(Name)-“
“I love you too.” You cut off his apology, revealing your embarrassed face to his shocked one. “I’m sorry I came off so weird. I just really really like you.”
The heavy tension in the room broke like a wire. A clear smile appeared on your boyfriend’s thin fair lips that could melt an entire glacier. The rush from before of wanting to be with him forever suddenly came back tenfold. But you did your best to contain it.
“Don’t be. I really really like you too.” He laughed, scooting closer to sit adjacent to you on the bed.
If you weren’t so sick right now, you would envelop your lover into a bear hug. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, slowly and delicately intertwining your fingers with his. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes.
A sincere smile curled on the edges of your lips as you pulled him closer.
Your cold melted away as soon as both of you fell asleep.
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’?”
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