#shouto: ... this is a weird way to propose but okay Midoriya

[lerrryyyyy]

『 @tododekuweek 2024 Prompt 2: Vigilante or Villain AU 』

The sports festival talk in an AU where Izuku is more chaotic, a lil morally grey, and may be involved in extracurricular activities of questionable legality.

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[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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[kagehinataboke]

this is not an exactly prompt from your list, but if you do a 7 minutes in heaven with todobaku (in high school au, college au, canon world, I DON'T CARE) i will propose to you right on the spot. like. marry me. i fucking love your writing so much, is not even funny! thank you sm if you write it, but i understand if you don't so dw your pretty head about it

IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! oml, i’ve been working tirelessly on this for you anon! huhu, i really hope you like it uwu

***

Todoroki doesn’t like house parties. He’d much rather stay at home doing literally anything other than being surrounded by strangers in a dark house. The air smells like smoke, elbows keep hitting him from every angle, and he’s fairly certain 90% of these people are much older—and drunker—than he is. He came as a favor to Midoriya, but he’s already dissolved into the crowd. What a great friend, huh?

Where are you? Todoroki texts, pressing himself against a wall to keep from being crushed by the typhoon of people. Midoriya doesn’t even read it: his phone must be off. What is Todoroki supposed to do now? Wander aimlessly and hope someone eventually takes pity on him and tells him what he should be doing? Parties are the worst.

“Why the fuck are you dragging me to this shitty party? It’s fucking jenga night at the dorm, Kirishima,” someone grumbles loudly from nearby. At least someone else is having as bad a time as Todoroki is. “Seven minutes in heaven?” is the next irate exclamation. “I’m not ten. Can’t we just leave?”

Todoroki finds himself following the loud voice. Its owner seems to have confidence, which is more than he can say about himself. Unfortunately, that confidence leads to the middle of a crowded bedroom full of drunk college students sitting in a big circle around an empty beer bottle. Across the circle from Todoroki is the annoyed boy who doesn’t want to be here. He’s good-looking. White-blond hair, intense eyes, and a sharp face. His scowl kind of ruins it, though. 

“Why do we have to do this?” he mutters quietly to his friend, eyes sweeping around the circle. Todoroki quickly looks away, but he can feel the handsome stranger’s eyes linger on him for a moment before moving on.  

Why do we have to do this? As the bottle spins, Todoroki is asking himself the same question. How does this game even work? he wonders with a frown. Two people go into a closet for seven minutes and… Wait, can you even have sex in a closet? Is that the object of the game? God, I hope not.

“Next pair, next pair!”

What, it’s been seven minutes already? Todoroki studies the returning couple nervously. They look normal, apart from a few shy glances. Surely they didn’t actually do it in a stranger’s closet? There’s no way—

Oh. Todoroki stiffens. Oh no… The bottle is pointing at him. He barely has time to absorb the idea that he’ll be going in a closet with a stranger when the demonic selector rotates again. Please don’t be a weirdo, please don’t be a weirdo, he begs inwardly. Oh. Oh, God. I take it back: this is so much worse. 

The hot, angry blond stranger is staring at him, the bottle forming a direct line between them. A weirdo would be better than this confident, gorgeous boy—but Todoroki numbly gets up anyway, panicking the whole time. He’s never kissed anyone, let alone fogged up a closet… If you can even do that. 

“Remember, no lights or anything,” the game host reminds in a giggling chirp while shoving them into the coat closet. 

The door closes before Todoroki can plead escape, and his seven minutes in hell begin.

***

“Where are you?” a voice says into the pitch blackness. 

“Nowhere.” Todoroki swears inwardly. He can feel sweat creeping across his forehead. “I mean, obviously I’m here, but…” God, this is a disaster. He wants to die. When a warm hand brushes against his wrist, the feeling significantly dissipates. 

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” the stranger whispers, even though he really doesn’t have to. “I’m not a creep or anything.”

“I hope I wasn’t insinuating that I thought you were,” Todoroki whispers back, willing his pores to cool down. “I’m just a bit nervous. This is my first time in a closet. With another person, I mean.” Smooth, Shouto. “I’m afraid I don’t really understand this game.”

“And you played it anyway?” There’s a soft scoff. “You’re an interesting guy.” A slight pause. “I’m Bakugou, by the way. Bakugou Katsuki. You’re Todoroki, right?”

“You know me?”

“I’ve seen you around before. We go to the same university. Different departments.” Another pause. “Fuck, this went way smoother in my head. Nice to meet you, I guess.” 

Todoroki laughs despite his best efforts not to. “Nice to meet you, too. I think… we’ve used up most of our seven minutes.” 

“Okay, so yeah… I might’ve rigged this to give us more time? Which sounds—“

“Creepy?” 

“Yes, but I have a reason. Reasons.” Bakugou pauses again. His hand has gone clammy around Todoroki’s wrist. “This really went better in my head.”

“Why did you want to be alone with me?” Todoroki sighs, throwing him a bone. “We don’t even know each other. Or, at least, I don’t know you.”

“I’ve just… Well, fuck, you could say I have a crush on you? As middle-schooler as it sounds. But that’s how every relationship starts, right? Two people as strangers?” The hand slides further up Todoroki’s arm, fingertips slipping under the hem of his sleeve. “I realize now that doing this in a dark closet isn’t the best idea. Sorry. I’m a fucking idiot.” 

“It’s a bit charming, actually.”

“Really?”

“No, not in the least.”

There’s a long moment of silence before they both laugh. It’s strange, but Todoroki feels as if his nerves are dissolving. Being stuck in a closet with a hot, weird stranger should have the opposite effect. Then again, he seems nice enough, if not a little awkward. Things could be worse…

“Hey…” Todoroki hesitates for a moment before feeling for Bakugou’s shoulder in the dark. This is as daring as he’s ever been, and it’s scary—but not entirely bad. “How exactly do you play this game?”

“…Want me to show you?”

The rational side of Todoroki’s brain says that he should obviously say no, but the more fun part is screaming SAY YES OR YOU’LL EXPLODE!!!

The middle-ground is a quiet, “Sure.”

***

Only when there’s teeth against his neck does the full gravity of the situation hit. Todoroki has never had sexual contact (beyond kissing) in his entire life. Now he’s suddenly got lips on places he’s never even thought about before. It’s intense, but in a way that’s terrifyingly good. 

“Are you okay?” Bakugou whispers, breath hot and hands heavy against Todoroki’s hips. 

“Yes,” he manages through gritted teeth. 

There’s no more talking after that. Todoroki’s mind is a useless puddle of ‘Yes’es, especially when Bakugou’s hands slip under the hem of his shirt. He almost forgets where he is. He’s not thinking about the fact that he’s never done anything like this in his life, and he really shouldn’t be doing it. All he can think about it the warmth spreading up his spine and tingling in the pit of his stomach. 

Todoroki sees stars, tilting his head back to let out a gasping moan that makes his ears go red. His common sense comes flooding back. He must be crazy. He’s never done anything like this in his life. God, is he insane?

“I— W-wait.” Todoroki inhales sharply, and Bakugou lifts his head. 

“What’s wrong?”

Todoroki blurts out the first thing on his mind. “I just don’t think having sex in a closet is the best start to a meaningful relationship!”

There’s silence for one, two, three long seconds. Then Bakugou bursts into laughter, leaning against Todoroki’s chest to stifle the noise. “I can’t exactly blame you,” he says after collecting himself again. “I really should’ve just talked to you like a normal person, anyway. Should we get out of here?”

“…”

“Of the closet, I mean.”

“Oh. Yes, please.”

Bakugou gets up and they both struggle to straighten their clothes in the dark. Todoroki’s eyes have adjusted just enough to see the hand Bakugou stretches out towards him. “Be careful. There’s an umbrella right in front of you.”

“Thanks.” Todoroki takes his hand and feels his way around the obstacle until he finds the closet door. He pulls it open to find the hallway empty, the sounds of bass music pumping up through the thin floorboards. “I guess they forgot about us.”

“That’s okay. I think I might head out, anyway. There’s a late-night sushi bar near here.” Bakugou releases his hand, but pauses a few steps down the hallway. “You… wanna come?”

Todoroki doesn’t even try to tell himself no. “Sure. Let me get my coat.”

“Awesome.” Bakugou doesn’t say anything else until they reach the stairs. “I’m… not coming on too strong, am I?”

“Um… yes, I’d say so.”

“Fuck, I knew it. Sorry. Just punch me if you ever want to.”

“I can’t just punch a stranger.”

“But you can kiss one?”

“I can still say no to going with you, you know.”

“Okay, fuck. I’ll shut up now.”

Todoroki hides a smile against his shoulder. Despite the awkwardness between them, this is the most fun he’s had in… Well, probably in forever.

[r95irth]

The new ending is to blame for this new os. 

I may publish it on AO3 tomorrow, we’ll see. 

Satoru was stressed, though he was trying his best not to show it. Babysitting Midoriya-Yagi daughter was his first real job and he didn’t want to mess this up. The thing was that…He didn’t know how to handle a baby. What if he killed it? If he gave her the wrong baby food and or forgot to look after her was bathing. God, he sure hoped he wouldn’t have to bath her. When he looked for tips on internet it said that most of babysitting accident happened during bath. Okay. So no bath. Internet also said that baby could just drop dead without a reason.

That’s it, I’m not doing babysitting, with my luck she would drop dead without a reason.

-Don’t worry Satoru, this happened only to tiny babies, explained Shouto, when he explained the problem. -Satori is almost two, it can’t happen to her.

-You sure? Cause she is very tiny.

-So is Mahô, and yet you aren’t afraid she drops dead whenever you’re with her, right?

Satoru almost answered that he was more worried about Mahô killing him than the other way around, but he saw the point of Shouto. He still bit his lips, stressed. He was still not sure he was capable of handling another human being, even less be responsible of it. Even if it was only for the evening.

-If you’re that scared, it’s okay, I’m sure they can still find someone else to babysit Satori.

But it was troublesome, after all, Satoru did throw a tantrum the other day because Shouto still considered him as a kid that needed to be protected. (He was still a bit ashamed by his behavior, but on the other hand, he was almost twelve! It was time to stop acting being considered as a baby.) So he had to be rational right now, he either wanted to be considered as an adult or not.

-I will do it, he said.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t super scared. But now it was a matter to make Shouto proud, and prove him they could count on him. He couldn’t back up on that. Shouto smiled and patted his adoptive son’s head.

-I know you can do it.

Then he added:

-You do have my telephone number if she drops dead, right?

Satoru gulped.

***

Momo checked his bag for the thousand time, making sure he had everything he needed. And for the thousand time, she created something -this time a baby bottle- and put it in the bag -just in case! That was not comforting one bit, and made Satoru want to run away more than anything.

But it was too late now. He was already at Midoriya’s front door, and it was almost the hour. He looked back, trying to find some courage in Shouto and Momo.

-You’re going to be perfect, they said.

Satoru was sure he was shaking from head to toe when the door opened. All might -Well Satoru always knew him as Toshinori- And Inko Midoriya appeared, holding their little girl in their arms. The said little girl was frowning angrily at the moment. They saluted the family and invited them all to enter.

-Do you want some tea before we go? proposed Inko.

-We don’t have much time, recalled them Momo. -The talk show is going to start in half an hour.

The talk show was the reason Satoru had to babysit the little girl in the first place. Most of the heroes were invited, at least all that had a family, so they could talk about the way they handled their family and their job. It was also an important time for Peace office, since it would put their new branch -the one that would offer a kindergarden service- under the spotlight. It already existed, but the pub would help to be a lot more popular.

So Satoru couldn’t fail. He had no choice but to do his best -and absolutely not ruin everything by calling them in tears while they were on television. Big no-no.

He sure wished Inko and Toshinori’s daughter was big enough to understand that, because so far she kept galring at him like he was his worst enemy. Satoru already knew she hated to share her name with him, but he had hoped somehow that they could go past that. Apparently no.

-Okay, then off we go. If you need anything Satoru…

Toshinori showed him the house, and where everything he needed was (thank gods, he also said that she already ate and took her bath ; all he had to do was make sure she went to bed at 8 PM). They prevented him against Satori’s quirk.

-Be careful, it all a matter of weight. She can attract or repulse lighter objects than her, but if it weight more than her, she’s the one being attracted or repulsed…She use this to climb on anything so you have to keep an eyes on her, okay?

-Okay, I promise I will be careful.

-We fixed everything on the wall, so you should not be afraid of her attracting a big furniture like the tv…don’t worry, smiled Toshinori.  

-If she doesn’t want to sleep, you can put her a video, her favorite one is singing fantasy anime on the top shelve…But she can only see one episode. Okay?

Satoru nodded, unable to speak -he was afraid to let out a squeak. Shouto patted Satoru’s head one more time, and gave him a weird controller.

-If anything happen, if villains attack, you just have to push the switch on it. Every nearby heroes that work with peace will be alerted, explained Momo.

-So you hide with Satori, and you wait for help. Okay?

Satoru certainly didn’t plan to fight if this scenario happened. Toshinori and Inko had trouble to leave their daughter, but they slowly walked to the door (only adding a new advice after each step). They were almost gone, when Satori started to whine. She tried to follow them, even caught her daddy’s leg and refused to let it go.

-Donna go, she wept.

That broke everyone’s heart in pieces. Satoru didn’t know what to do. Inko did find a way to make her daughter let go of Toshinori’s leg, but she still struggled, crying loudly.

-Dear, this is enough. You need to calm down, we’re going to be back in a few hours, tried to explain her Toshinori.

That didn’t work. They tried a few things, from comforting to scolding, they even put her in Satoru’s arm (and Satoru got punched in the chin) but it was no use. The time was running out, and she didn’t calm down. So in the end, Inko used the more dangerous weapon parent had; the you-disappoint-me glare. And she sent her in the corner of the room, forbidden her to get out.

Then they went out (Satoru saw Inko was on the verge of crying too, as she went on the car with Momo and Shouto. But he was not sure if she was sad about leaving her daughter behind, of because Shouto was the one driving). Anyways, when Satori heard the door slam, she fell on the ground and whined louder. When she heard the car go, she rolled away, still wailing. By the time the adult were gone, Satori’s head was red from crying, and she had managed to go from the corner of the room to her room, while rolling on the floor.

The evening couldn’t be worst.

He decided to let her calm down before attempting anything. So he went to the living room, lied on the floor like he used to, and wait. He waited ten minutes, she was still crying. After twenty minutes, she was still crying. And when half an hour passed on, she was still crying.

It was becoming evident that they would go nowhere if he didn’t do anything. So Satoru stood up, and decided to act.

-Satori, I have a wonderful idea, what about I braid your hair?

He was good at braiding hair, he did that for Mahô when she was sleeping over. Satori had lovely fuzzy green hair, way longer than Mahô, so it should be easier, right?

But the little girl was hiding under her blanket, and didn’t want to go out.

-What a lovely blanket you have there, is it bunny patterns on it? I like rabbit, he said, I even have one!

No reaction.

-C-can you show it to me? Your blanket?

He tried to pull it, but the little girl suddenly decided that it was her most treasured thing and stopped crying to scream “NO!” as she pulled back. Satoru didn’t insist. The girl had her head out of the blanket and that was all he wanted (all he planned, he had no clue what to do next).

-Err…Do you want to do something?

-No!

-Do you want to eat?

-NO!

-D…Do you want to watch television!

-NO-NO-NO!

Satoru always thought of himself as someone very patient. He wasn’t angry -but he was still a bit pissed. What was he supposed to do now? At least he managed to make her stop crying, he supposed it was a little victory.

-I…I’m going to make you a baby bottle of chocolate milk, okay?

Satori grumbled and stared angrily without fail, until he left the room. As he managed to prepare the meal, Satoru looked at his bag sadly. He had decided to bring all his class A plushies, hoping that the little girl would like to play with it. But he wasn’t so sure to be able to do anything this evening. Satori was not cooperating one bit, obviously hating him. He didn’t know what to do about it.

People had been scared of Satoru before, because of his power, some used him, some didn’t want to look at him because they were ashamed, embarrassed by his past…But hating? It was new. He had forgotten what it was like to be anything but loved since he started living under Shouto and Momo’s roof.

Satoru sighted, and went back to Satori’s room, with his bag on his back (just in case) and the baby bottle. He found the little girl playing with cubes on the floor. As soon as she spotted him, she hissed and returned under her blanket like a cat. But it was too late, Satoru had seen her, and most of all, he understood that she wanted to play.

So he knelt down on the floor and started piling cube on one another. Satori stared at him, frowning. She started to come closer, probably wanting to be sneaky about it. But she wasn’t. (Well to her defense, Satoru’s attention was more focused on her than the tower of cubes he was building)

-Wanna build something? He asked her, when she was close enough.

She was startled and let out a cute hiccup.

-No! She still answered.

-Okay. Do you like what I build?

Satori used her quirk to attract a cube in her hand and that made the whole tower fall.

-Oh no, all of my hardwork -he didn’t really have any regret, but his dead tone made the little girl laugh.- Do you want to build something better? I think if we do it togeth-

She used her quirk again and all the cubes went flying all across the room.

-No, she concluded with a smirk.

-Okay….

It was hard to see the link between the little girl and the sweet, adorable midoriya. Izuku was certainly not like that, neither was Inko. And Toshinori was a dork. But Satoru supposed that kids didn’t have to take everything from their parents, they had to have things that were their own, right? Still, it was a shame that the little girl did not inherit her parent’s adorable side.

-Do you want your babybottler then? He asked.

-No.

She threw it to his face with her quirk. And that was the moment Satoru decided to give her a lesson. Because he could be kind of patient, but only if it was worth the wait.

-Okay, he said. -If you don’t want it, I’m going to drink it.

He didn’t remember the last time he had a baby bottle, and he didn’t really plan to drink it all anyways, since milk tend to make him sick. But when he put the bottle on his lips Satori reacted as he wanted her to, and she tried to get it back, claiming it was her.

-But you didn’t want it, he explained. And it’s delicious.

It was, after all it was milk and chocolate.  

-Mine! She whined.

-Huh-huh, you said you didn’t want it. You threw it to me. So it’s not yours anymore.

She whined some more.

-I suppose I could give it back to you, if you apologize and ask for it nicely, he explained. -After all, I made it for you.

Satori’s face went all red, and her eyes started to be full of tears again. Oops, maybe it was not a good idea, after all. But suddenly, the little girl mumbled a poor:

-I’m sowwy. Please!

She broke into sobs.

-I wanna mommy and daddy!

Satoru didn’t know what to do again. He didn’t think that hugging her would help, so he gave her the baby bottle back and patted her hair. His power let him know that the girl was really tired but scared to go to sleep without her mommy and daddy goodnight kiss. He could understand that. The first time that Momo and Shouto left him alone to enjoy a night date, he was terrified. They let him at Momo’s parent’s house, and they were sweet and kind with him but that didn’t matter. All his thoughts were about Momo and Shouto, and about how many things could happen that night, that would leave him all alone again. He didn’t get much sleep and waited for them until dawn.

Surely, Satori’s thoughts weren’t as complex as his, but the fear was the same.

So he had an idea. He lead Satori t the bed, put her blanket on her as she was struggling to either hiccup or drink her chocolate milk. Then he took his class A plushies from his bag.

-I’m going to tell you a bedside story, okay?

He noticed an All might plushie in the corner of the room, and a photo of Inko, and one of Toshinori on the bedside. That would do. What did Toshinori said? That she liked a fantasy anime with songs, right? Maybe he could do something about it.

He thought that maybe, it would be better to go to the living room -where the tv was, and so the dvds. But he had managed to get Satori’s attention and was afraid to lose it again. If it didn’t work, he would go and put the anime on, he decided, but now, he wanted to try.

He waved the all might plushie in front of the little kid and she pointed it with big eyes:

-Minemight!

-Yeah, that’s right. A long time ago, in a very far away country, there was a famous hero named MineMight!

Satori giggled and shook her head.

-He was the strongest among them all, resumed Satoru. When someone was in trouble, he would go and save them without fail. People admired him! He beat the demon king with his magical sword...! But one day, a sorceress came to the country. She pointed him by her finger and claimed: “it is you that brings war in our land, you say you fight for peace, but your reputation attract villains in our lands, your strong emotions brings catastrophies. It is nothing but your anxiety and doubt that gives power to demons to return. As long as you’re here, our country will never know true peace.”

Satori gasped.

-Minemight, who never wanted anything but good to people, was shook. So he asked the sorceress to do what must be done. He asked her to seal his power into a new sword, that could only be held by a selfless hero, the only one that could bring true peace to this land. The sorceress agreed, and they made the magic ritual the very same day.

Satoru hid the all might plushie behind his back, let it drop on the floor and took the toshinori photo instead. Then he drew it in front of Satori. She immediately attracted it and hugged it close to her heart:

-Daddy!

-The ritual made minemight so weak, he would never fight again, but that was okay, because now he knew that true peace would befall on the country. He accepted his fate. “Shall my successor come, and I will teach him how to defeat the demon king, he promised.” And his words spreaded across the lands. The sorceress went away, holding the sword, determined to find the successor. But somehow the word of the hero didn’t get right everywhere. People started to think that as long as you had the sword you could be the next hero. They didn’t get that it wasn’t the sword that made the hero, but the man that turned the sword into a magical weapon of power.

He stared at Satori, hoping she would understand the nuance, but she didn’t seem to be bothered. So Satoru resumed his story and took of his bag Deku plushie.

-The sorceress disappeared, and for the longest time no one heard about the sword. People started to forget about the sword and that their hero was even now unable to fight against the demon king if he ever returned. Only remembering that he promised to teach whoever wanted to be a hero. And there was a boy, who dreamt to become one.

-Zuku!

-That’s right, his name was Zuku Midoriya, and he dreamed to be a hero just like Minemight! He was strong and brave, but shy and kind. People always assumed he couldn’t hurt a fly, and so that he didn’t have what it took to be a brave. And izuku started to believe them, as they said it to him again and again everyday! I can’t stay here any longer, he decided, or I will never be able to do anything. So he said good bye to his sweet mother…

He showed Inko’s picture and Satori attracted it just like her father one.

-And went on an adventure…!

Satoru tried his best to make the story interesting. He talked about Zuku, the hero, would meet the sorceress Ocha, the cute witch that dreamed to help people instead of cursing them, and the noble knight Nyah, who desired to honor his family name. Before he knew it, he was having fun, adding every one he knew into the story.

Shouto entered the picture on a white horse, as a runaway prince from the neighbor country. Satoru decided that Endeavor, the king of the said country, wasn’t bad, and even helped fight the demon king, but he wanted his son to be the next one to defeat him shall the calamity return, and so desired the sword as well. He had fun imagining Bakugou, riding a red dragon, and cursing like a barbarian, so much that people of his country side were persuaded he was a demon coming here to ask for blood sacrifice and only realized they were wrong when Bakugou helped unwillingly, Zuku’s group to defeat real demons.

He added, Tsuyu, the barmaid who offended a witch and was cursed to look like a frog. And she followed Ocha, hoping she would find a spell to cure her.

Mina and Mashirao were the real barbarians, who came from the mountain, with their leader, Kirishima, who wanted to clean the name of his clan from Bakugou’s doing. Tooru the famous thief of the noble castle town, whose no one knew her face but whose allies were as flashy as she was discreet. Denki was the electrical magician don juan, aoyama the shiny knight, and Sero the puppeteer. Jirou was a tamer, looking for the legendary beats Tokoyami, whose fiery guardian lived in the top of the godess mountain. Mineta a dwarf who knew the path that lead to it. And he liked to imagine that Momo was a walkyrie that had lost faith in her gods who did nothing for the land but play with the fate of the people in it.

They were about to discover the legendary sword, Bakugou and Zuku fighting over it, when Satoru heard some commotion in the living room. He looked at the clock: it was past midnight. He looked at Satori: very much awake, bouncing in her bed with stars in her eyes, waiting for more.

Crap.

You had one job, Satoru, put her to sleep at 8. How could you fail on the only thing they asked you to do?!

He expected to be scolded, but wasn’t. Toshinori and Inko were not happy to see their daughter still awake, but the girl was not crying, and apparently they had been worried about it the whole evening. They thanked him for his work, as they escorted him to Shouto’s car.

-So, is the baby dropped dead? Asked Shouto with a smile.

Satoru let out a nervous laugh, relief bubbling in his chest. He did got nervous over nothing, he realized.

-I told you so, see, you did great, smiled Momo when he put on his belt.

As they went home, Satoru couldn’t help but imagine the rest of the story in his head, and before they reached the flat, he fell asleep. Little did he know, the next morning, Momo would receive a call from Toshinori, asking if Satoru was up for another babysitting evening.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one curious about this fantasy universe.