#soba son

[majestick-posts-op]

I had this flash of a dream where Imj got defetead the same way as emperor Belos from toh and it looked like this.

[always-a-joyful-note]

Maybe a controversial want but I desperately need to meet Gaku's mom and see her and Yaotome sr interact. The divorced couple vibes between a successful production company pres and a soba shop owner's daughter would be so immaculate

[ilonar0]

Thank you all for the love on this post!!

Adding a little thing about the notes on the wall because someone mentioned them in the reblogs! 🤭

The grocery list says soba (for both him and Shoto), sashimi (for Natsuo), ice cream (for Fuyumi), and mochi (for Enji, whose favourite food is kuzomochi). Rei’s favourite food is never mentioned so I couldn't add it specifically, but I headcanon her as liking cold soba too.

So yep, the Todorokis are visiting Touya soon!

Is tumblr gonna put a warning on this cause he’s half naked or can I draw my bbg as I want??

[michdoodles]

Decided to try and force myself to finally read this volume of mha I checked out from the library over a month ago and

I forgot that my boi was so angy at the beginning

Bonus: I’M SO SORRY DUDE

I started reading your name as Masahiro Sakurai 😭 GOMEN

[akumanoken]

Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked

Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked @thelazyeditor

"Oh hi, Aki~~"

He had been waiting for Aki to get home, lying on their bed and staring up with a little smirk. He was in a mood, and it sowed, stretching much like a cat, doing a little roll in the bed before getting on his knees to let his back slope down. "I wanna play~~~"

[seumyo]

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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[askheartlift]

Spicy Cold Soba Noodles Recipe Cold soba noodles are simple to prepare and taste great when served as a side dish. However, when you add a protein, the dish becomes a full meal.

[lovdigital]

MY BABY’S FIT LIKE A DAYDREAM . . .

౨ৎ neighbour!toji and sweetheart!reader

cw – reblog from my main, domestic toji, toddler megumi, minor death mention, petnames (darlin’, toots, sweetheart), reader refers to toji as ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’ when talking to megs

𝓛iving in a shitty, rundown apartment complex definitely had its… troubling moments. Such as your current situation, hurrying after your neighbour’s little boy who had toddled out of their apartment unattended. Megumi was a curious boy, albeit shy and that sometimes became an issue especially when his Father could be rather… irresponsible.

You supposed it wasn’t your right to judge, after all — you had no children of your own and you were aware his wife had passed in the last few years. That must be hard.

“Megumi!” You sighed in relief as you caught up to the dark-haired toddler who had nearly made it to the shitty stairwell. You picked the boy up and put him on your hip, little ‘gumi whimpering and pointing towards the stairs. “Sh, I know honey but you can’t go off without Daddy, hm?”

The toddler only looked up at you with wide eyes and a small pout.

“Let’s go back home, I’m sure Papa is worried sick,” you gently pressed a kiss to his forehead and walked him back to his apartment. Walked because Megumi insisted, he yanked your sweater and huffed with pointing fingers ‘down, down!’. Who were you to refuse him?

You sighed and walked into the apartment to see a frantic Toji who seemed to have just realised his son was no longer in their home. “I’ve got him, Toji,” you greeted softly with a smile. “He’s fine,” you gently pushed the little boy towards his Father in encouragement.

“Papa!” Megumi cooed and hugged Toji’s calf with a toothy grin, his little hands tugging at his Dad’s pant leg. The older man sighed in relief and picked Megumi up by the back of his shirt, lifting him into his arms. He cursed before gently stroking his son’s hair and kissing his head. “Little brat,” he huffed.

“Didn’t need your help, toots,” Toji spat as he looked at you, though you were used to it.

You just smiled right back at him, knowing he got like this when he was stressed. “You’re welcome,” you nodded as you approached the front door. “Oh! I’m making hot soba with miso pork belly for dinner, you and Megumi should come ‘round.”

He stared at you for a moment, going to refuse before he remembered what he’d been doing before you’d entered his apartment. He’d been rummaging around looking for breakfast for his baby boy, barely being able to scrape together enough cash lately for milk and a loaf of bread. He glanced at Megumi, eyes softening as he hummed softly.

“…we’ll come around at six,” Toji spoke softly, “thank you, darlin’.”

You nodded with a contented expression before skipping out. It was almost a daily ritual now, dinners with Toji and Megumi. Sure, you weren’t super well off either — hell, that’s why you lived here — but you could make enough to feed a small family. To feed what you considered to be your family.

Just as he had said, at exactly six o’clock you heard a knock on your front door. With your hands tied between cooking the two main components at once, you called out. “It’s unlocked!”

You heard the door click and smiled as you turned to see Toji in his usual nightwear, grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Megumi was wearing some cute footy pajamas covered with golden retrievers. You’d gotten him those.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t announce that your door is unlocked like that?” Toji scolded and flicked you in the forehead. “S’dangerous around here, sweetheart. You know that.”

“It’s fine, Toji,” you brushed him off as you went to kiss Megumi’s cheek and take him into your own arms. He liked helping you stir whatever you were cooking up. “Nobody else comes to my door except you, anyway.”

“Hmf, stupid ass,” he grumbled with crossed arms.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you with his son in your arms. That was his least favourite part about these dinners, seeing you two like that. It made him feel somewhat… domestic? And that scared him. He would always be worried that if he Megumi got too close to you, he’d lose you.

“Would you mind setting the table?” You asked him with your stupidly sweet smile that he’d somehow come to adore.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he grunted and grabbed out placements and chopsticks. He knew where you kept all your cutlery and dishes by now.

“Chicken?” Megumi asked curiously as he looked up at you with a big smile and wide eyes.

You laughed and grabbed a wet-wipe to gently clean his hands which he had decided to dunk into the little ramekin of soy sauce. “No, baby. That’s pork, it comes from pigs,” you corrected with a hum.

The toddler nodded with a serious expression, never taking your fun facts lightly. “Pork!”

“That’s what she said, kid,” Toji patted Megumi on the head before taking him from you to set him in his highchair. The first few times they had come for dinner, Megumi sat at the table on top of three or four pillows with Toji’s arm around his waist.

It was dangerous, yes, but that’s what you had to work with at the time. When they started to come over more frequently, you decided to get him a highchair.

You set dinner down for yourself and Toji first before making up Megumi’s bowl. He couldn’t eat properly with chopsticks just yet and was getting used to longer noodles so you cut the soba a little and chopped his pork belly more finely before adding everything to his Ben10 bowl.

You set the bowl in front of him with a little spoon and the toddler’s eyes widened, happy smile crossing his cherubic cheeks. “Benten!” He squealed happily as he kicked his feet, reaching to tap Toji’s hand gently. “Papa, look!”

You smiled, happy he liked the new dish. “Okay, now time to eat,” you nodded and got some of the broth on the spoon for him to try first.

As you lifted the spoon to his mouth and his eyes lit up with wonder at the flavour, your soft laughter filling the room along with the soft hum of the refrigerator — Toji caught himself trying not to smile.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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[bakug0uzb1thc]

can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

oMG YES !!! I need domestic Bakugou.

Paring: Husband! Bakugou x Wife! Reader.

Time out.

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“mama!” The child on the floor screamed, throwing a tantrum. “Yukine you need to calm down..” you sighed, trying to make dinner before your husband came home from work. You were overworked and the mini katsuki was not helping the on-going exhaustion.

“Mama I don’t want soba! I want Taiyaki” he continued to cry, getting up this time to follow you around the kitchen as you gather numerous different ingredients, trying your best to ignore the fussing child.

“you can have some after dinner.” You tried your best to bargain with your son but failed miserably. “No mama I want it now!” He pushed at your legs.

Just as you were about to snap, your angel husband walked through the door and muttered a soft ‘m home.’

The sight he saw wasn’t one he liked, he had a stressful day at work and the last thing he wanted to come home to was his 5-year-old son pushing his mom while scream crying.

“Hey hubby, how was work?” you gave a faint smile, to think you were still so put together while having his child cling to your leg for not having his way.

“Fine.” He gave a response, walking to the kitchen and picking the child up. “this isn’t acceptable.” a vein popping as he held the child under his arm. “kid you’re in time-out. Don’t know what has you thinkin’ you can treat your mom like that but it’s not going past me.” he said picking up a small sized chair and put it down in a corner in the living room and set the child down facing the wall. “Papa-“ the kid tried to look around to his dad but was corrected right away by Katsuki turning the kids head back around to the wall. “You think about what you did.”

Being a bystander in this situation all you could do was watch. You didn’t feel like interfering with his way of parenting because it kinda made you relived. Katsuki made his way back to where you stood, kissing your head. “How you doin ma?” His soft voice making you want to cry. “I-I’m good” you hum “you change out of your costume okay? I’m almost done.” He wanted to shake his head but the grime on his suit was making him uncomfortable, so he gave a small ‘okay’ and walked to your shared room. His loud footsteps fading slowly as he closed the door.

You looked back at the corner where your son sulked his face still towards the wall. Katsuki walked back into the kitchen wearing his red flannel pajama pants and wore a shirt that fit perfectly on him but would be extremely oversized on you.

“Dinners done” you purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mk, let me deal with the brat.” He kissed your cheek as the feeling of his protective grip around your waist vanished.

you set up the table and started to made plates when you feel a small yank on ur pants.

“Mama..” you heard a small voice sniffle. “Yes baby?” you tried not to get taken over by his tear stained face. “I-I’m sorry for being mean and rude to you mama. I was being very naughty.” He hiccuped. “Aw my yukine. It’s okay” you picked him up with a grunt remembering he’s no longer 4. “But sometimes you can’t always get what you want, you got it?” He nods his head, laying on your chest lightly gripping your shirt.

You let a sigh leave your lungs, resting your head on the small boys head slightly swaying your body. You closed your eyes as you kissed the top of his head.

The sight made Katsuki chest tighten and his lips tug into a small smile. He loved you both more than anything and it made him sad to see his son treat you in such way. “You ready for dinner?” You smiled looking down to the small katsuki and back up to the big one. In sync they both nod thier heads eagerly.

You loved both your boys !!

(I love him smmm- I tried my best ! ^_^ )

[fearofgodandtolkien]

Love how Reigen is just So Into It. everything he does is done with so much confidence. crossdress and pretend to be a teenage girl? sure. Walk into a high-security prison? no problem. be a father figure to a middle schooler? come on son we're getting soba. truly an inspiration to us all.

[veziroglukadir]

Kar Esareti

Benzin istasyonundan benzin alırken pompacı uyardı, 'ana yolda kardan dolayı kapanma varmış, istersen bekle açılınca devam edersin' diye. Ben bir an önce eve döneyim diye, tali yollardan geçerim diye düşündüm. Ana yol tepeyi aşıyordu, dağın eteklerinden geçen tali yollarda o kadar kar yoktur diye düşündüm. İk 7-8 kilometre kar yağışı devam etmesine rağmen yavaş da olsa sorunsuz gittim. Karşıdan gelen yoktu, nedense garibime gitmedi. Sonra kar yağışı artınca kar lastiğine rağmen artık aracı kontrol etme yeteneğim azaldığı gibi, karın içine gömülür gibi gidiyordum. Sanırım birkaç kilometre güç bela gittikten sonra, ne ileriye gidebiliyordum, geri manevra yapacak alan da yoktu. Bir noktaya geldi ki, araba yerinde sürekli patinaj yapıyordu. Etraftaki karın seviyesi de lastikleri kapatacak kadardı. Ben buraya kadar nasıl gelebilmiştim ki. Yoksa ben yerimde sayarken mi bu kadar kar birikti. Biraz zorlanarak kapıyı açtım. Kar tipi şeklinde yağıyordu. Benzini yeni almış olmama rağmen, arabada kalmam donmam demekti. Hemen beremi kafama geçirdim, montum üzerimdeydi. Bakındım etrafa, yamaçtan aşağıda yoğun tipiden güçlükle seçilen bir köy ışıkları vardı. Arabayı olduğu yere bırakıp, yamaçtan aşağıya yürümeye başladım. 300-500 metre yürümemiştim ki, eldivenlerimi almayı unuttuğumu farkettim. Yaşamadan bilinmez, o tipide 300 metre bile geriye gitme enerjim yoktu. Mecbur ellerimi cebime sokarak yürümeye ve yamaçtan inmeye çalıştım. Düzlüğe indiğimde neredeyse bel boyunca kara düştüm. Güç bela, kimi yerlerde daha az yükseklikte karlar içinde ve yüzüme tipili kar atan ortamda yürümeye çalıştım. Önümü göremiyordum, yürüdüğüm mesafe belki bir kilometredir, bana yüz kilometre gibi geliyordu. Artık köyün ilk evine yüz metre kadar kalmıştı. İşte o son yüz metre ise, bana yüz kilometre gibi geldi. Ellerimi, ayaklarımı hissetmiyordum. Yüzümü ne kadar kapatmaya çalışsam da yüzüm kar kesiği olmuştu. Kaşkolum olmadığı için de montumun yakasından kar içime kadar işliyordu. Gözümle göremesem de ilk evin kapısına yaklaştım. Evin kapısının önündeki karlar gündüz temizlenmiş görünüyordu ama yeni yağan karlar yine kapatmak üzereydi. Buz camlı demiş dış kapıyı elimle vurarak çaldım. Elimi hissetmediğim için, sert mi yumuşak mı vurduğumu bilemiyordum. Acaba beni duyabiliyorlar mıydı? Kapının açılma süresi, bana yüzyıl gibi gelmişti. Açmazsalar oracıkta soğuktan donup ölecektim.

Yaşı kırka yakın bir kadın açtı kapıyı, elleriyle hırkasını göğsüne doğru kapatarak. "Bu havada ne işiniz var dışarıda" dedi, şiveli bir şekilde. Bu hikayemde, hem o kadının anısına saygı, hem de bu hikayenin her yerde yaşanabileceği için, isim, yer ve şive vurgulamayacağım. Demir kapıdan girdikten sonra botumu çıkarmak için eğildim. Parmaklarımı hissetmediğim için botumun bağcıklarını çözemedim. Kadın benimle birlikte eğildi ve botumu çıkarmama yardım etti. Sonra sobasının kurulu olduğu odaya geçtik. Bir köşede çek-yat, diğer köşede minderli oturma yeri ve kapının hemen yanında da kuzineli soba vardı. Montumu, beremi ve en önemlisi ıslanmış çoraplarımı çıkarıp sobanın üstüne astık. Ellerimi sobanın üstünde ısıtmaya başladım. O kadar donmuştum ki ellerimi sobanın üstüne yapıştırsam ancak öyle ısınırdım. Montumun yakasından giren karlar içimi de ıslatmıştı. Kadın, üstünüzdekileri de çıkarsanız iyi olacak dedi. Evde başka biri olup olmadığını da bilmiyordum. Yavaşça ellerim kendine geldikçe üstümdekileri çıkarmaya başladım. Altımdaki baksır don bile ıslanmıştı. Kadın, odadan çıktı ve bir süre sonra, o meşhur mavi çizgili pijama ve iç donla geldi. "Rahmetlinindi, size de uyar. Bunları giyin" dedi. Demek duldu kadın. Giyinmem için, odadan çıktı. Onu bekletmemek için baksır donumu da çıkararak, kadının getirdiği iç don ve çizgili pijamayı giydim. Sonra kapıyı açarak onu çağırdım. Çıkardığım elbiseleri, sobanın üstüne itina ile astık. Kadın bu arada, arada bir gözünü alamadan köşedeki televizyondan bir dizi izliyordu. Ben de ayakta sobanın yanında çizgili pijamamla ısınmaya çalışıyordum. Yeni işimde, patronun özel işlerinden dolayı düzenli televizyon seyredemiyordum. Zaten bu iş gezisine de zalım patronun özel işlerinden dolayı gelmiştim. Kar bastırmadan eve döneyim dedim, ama nerelere düştüm. Ben de odadaki o sessizlikte kafamı çevirip, televizyondaki diziye göz attım. Oradaki oyuncuların daha önceki bir dizisini izlemiştim. Şu dizideki oyuncu değil mi diye sordum. "Ooo, o senin dediğin kaç yıllık dizi" diye gülümsedi. Sonra, bildiğim ve sevdiğim dizilerden konuştuk. O da şimdi hangi dizileri izlediğini anlattı. Bir şekilde sohbetle kaynaşmaya başladık. Pijamayı verirken "rahmetli" diye bahsettiği için, geçmişini sorma gereği duymadım. Ben kısaca nereden geldiğimi, nereye döndüğümü anlattım. O da şaşırdı, "Buraya nerden saptınız ki. Buradan çok uzatırsınız yolu" dedi. Ben de "Salaklığıma yanayım" diye güldüm. Sonra kadın sobanın üstündeki sıcak suyla çay demledi. Çay demleninceye kadar, sobanın yanında dikelmeye devam ettim. Çaylarımızı televizyon izleyerek ve fazla konuşmadan içtik.

Artık yatma vakti gelince, kadın diğer odadan bir yer yatağı getirdi. Çarşafı ve yorganı serdikten sonra yatacağım yeri hazırladı. Kendisi için de çek-yat'ı hazırladı. Ben yorgunluktan ölüyor durumda olduğum için, yorganın içine girdikten sonra, yorganın içi daha ısınmadan uykuya daldım.

Sabah dinç ve iyice dinlenmiş olarak uyandım. Uyandığımda soba yakılmıştı. Kadın erkenden kalkmış, sobayı yakmıştı. Yorganı kaldırdığımda, sabah ereksiyonu oradaydı. Üstelik sikim iç donumdan da sıyrılmış ve o şekliyle çizgili pijamadan daha çok belli oluyordu. Kadını da kontrol ederek çaktırmadan sikimi iç donun içine koymaya çalışsam da, kadının dikkatinden kaçmadı. Ben elimle sikimi düzeltirken, gülümsedi. Ben de utangaç bir gülümseme ile baktım ona. Sonra nispeten sade bir kahvaltı hazırladı, beraber yer sofrasında kahvaltımızı yaptık. Aç olduğumdan mı, yoksa gerçek organik zeytin, peynir olduğundan mı bilmiyorum, şimdiye kadar yediğim en lezzetli kahvaltıydı. Kahvaltıyı kaldırmaya yardım etmeyi önersem de kabul etmedi, kendi hemen bir çırpıda götürdü ve temizledi geldi.

Kahvaltıdan sonra, yolların iki güne ancak açılabileceğini; onların köyünün genelde pek ihmal edildiğini anlattı. Zaten pencereden gördüğümüz kadarıyla kar neredeyse pencere seviyesindeydi. Kapının önünü açmak gerekecekti, yeni kömürü kömürlükten almak için. Bari o işi ben yapayım deyip, kuruyan giysilerimi giyip, bir kürekle neredeyse belimi geçen boydaki karladı temizledim, kapının önünden evin sağ girişindeki kömürlüğe kadar. Sonra da iki kova kömür, birkaç kucak odun taşıdım içeriye.

İçeri girdiğimde kadın, televizyonda gündüz programlarından kimin kiminle kaçtığını anlatan olayları izliyordu. Hemen televizyonda anlatılan konuyu anladıktan sonra, "Aman ne olacak, insanın doğasında olan bir şey. Kadın da erkek de elbet beraber olacak. Yeter ki, iki tarafın gönlü olsun. İki tarafın gönlü olduktan sonra, neden burada konuşuyorlar ki" dedim. Kadın da, "İyi ama adam kızdan neredeyse on yaş büyük" dedi. "Amma büyüttün, şimdi seninle benim aramda da on yaş vardır. Ama sen, benim yaşımdakilerden çok daha güzelsin. Onu ne yapacağız" dedim. Hoşuna gitti. Utanarak, "Sen de hoşşun" dedi. "İki kişi anlaştıktan sonra, hele kimsenin haberi yoksa. Kime ne" dedim. O anda sanki kadının kafasında bir şimşek çaktı. Ben çek-yatın kenarında otururken üstüme doğru geldi. Ben tabii bu hareketin sinyalini aldım. Ben de ona doğru eğilip sarılmaya başladım. Boynundan başlayarak öpmeye başladım. O da bacaklarımın üstüne oturmuştu. Ellerim vücudunda geziniyor, ama henüz onu soymaya başlamamıştım. O sırada o, önümde diz çöküp pantolonumu çıkarttı. Kendi çiçekli basmalı altlığını çıkardı ve dizlerimin üstüne tekrar oturdu. Sikim kalkmıştı tabii ki. Kadın sürtünmeye başladı üstümde. Ben de boynunu öperek ellerimle vücudunu okşuyordum. Sonra kadın, sikimi eline alarak amının üstüne doğru getirdi ve yavaşca oturdu. Yumuşacık sıcak amına girişini hissettim sikimin. Kadın gözlerime bakarak ve yüzü kıpkırmızı yukarı aşağı gidip gelmeye başladı. Artık o esnada ellerimi bıraktım, kadına bıraktım her şeyi. Kadın kendince beni içine alıp gidip geliyordu. Islaklığı taşaklarıma kadar taşmıştı. Artık dayanamayacak noktaya gelinceye kadar kendimi tutsam da, sonun da boşaldım. Ben boşaldıktan kısa bir süre sonra o tekrar boşaldı. Ayağa kalktığında görebildim kıllı amını. Bu soğuk havada herhalde amını düzenli tıraşlayacak değildi. Çok acele etmeden giyindi. Onunla birlikte ben de giyindim. Sikişmemiz ile ilgili tek kelime konuşmadık ama yüzlerimizden ikimizin de memnun olduğu belli oluyordu. Odadaki hava bunu hissettiriyordu.

Ben gün içinde dışarıya bakıp, çıkıp çıkamayacağımı kontrol ediyordum. Ama dediği gibi iki gün daha burada görünüyordum. Köyden başkalarının beni görmemesi için de çaba sarfediyordum. Sonuçta 'Dul bir kadın, evine yabancı birini almış' derlerdi.

Öğlene doğru yaptığımız sikişmemiz, aramızdaki havayı çok değiştirmişti. Öğleden sonra yine yakınlaştık ama sikişmeye kadar gitmedi. Onu zorlamak istemiyordum. Sanırım yine ne de olsa bir gerginlik vardı onda.

Akşam yemeğinden sonra, kuzine sobada bir kek yaptı, sade idi ama yediğimiz portakal kabuklarını da kullanmıştı. Sobada olduğu için mi, yoksa kadın bu işi iyi mi beceriyordu bilmiyorum, çayla çok iyi geldi. O akşam çayla televizyon izlememize rağmen, ikimizin de gözü birbirimizdeydi. Cinsel gerilim ya da çekim hissediliyordu. Ben onun ufak bir hareket göstermesini bekliyordum. Bunu hissettiğim anda, yine yumuldum ona. Bu sefer çek-yat üzerinde onu soydum. Kendim de soyundum. Artık memelerini, göbeğini, boynunu, her yerini öpüyordum. Gayet güzel bir vücudu vardı, çıplak görünce. Sonra yavaştan kıllı amına doğru indim. Bacaklarını iyice ayırarak dakikalarca yaladım amını, arkadan gelen televizyon sesi eşliğinde. Sonra üstüne çıkıp içine girmeye niyetlendiğimde beni durdurdu ve sikimi emmek istedi. Ben de çek-yatın kenarında ona doğru eğilerek sikimi emmesini sağladım. Pornolardaki gibi sert ve derin emmiyordu, zaten hangi şey pornolardakine benziyordu ki. O sikimi emmekten yorulunca, bacaklarının arasına geçtim ve sikimi yavaşça ıslak amına soktum. Bir bacağını omzuma atarak çek-yatta yan bir şekilde onu sikmeye başladım. Gözlerimiz birbirimize bakıyordu ve onun bu arzulu bakışları beni çıldırtıyordu. Gidip gelirken kanırtıyordum ki, sikimi iyice hissetsin. Nitekim bu hareketim, onu da çıldırtıyordu. Dışarıdan duyan olur diye, sessiz sikişiyorduk. Eminim, o da benim gibi çığlık atmamak için kendini zor tutuyordu. Gidip gelirken taşaklarımın çarpma sesi ise dışarıdan duyulacak gibi değildi. Bu sefer biraz uzun gidip geldikten sonra boşaldım içine. Kadın sorun etmiyordu içine boşalmama. Ben boşaldıktan sonra kadın doğruldu, giyinmeden bir süre birbirimize terli terli gülümseyerek baktık. Sonra benim pijamamı getirdi ve yer yatağımı hazırladı.

Bu sefer o da bana hazırladığı yer yatağına girdi. Birbirimize sarılarak uyuduk. Soba söndükten sonra da, yorganın altında birbirimizi ısıtarak uyuduk. Sabaha karşı sikim kalkmış uyanınca ona arkadan sarılarak sürtündüm. O da kalçasını bana doğru çıkartarak sürtündü. Sikimi çıkarttım ve onun da kalçasından donunu sıyırarak arkadan girdim. Birbirimize yakın durarak kısa mesafede gidip gelerek içine boşaldım. Ben çekildikten sonra donunu yukarı çekti ve kalktı. Sanırım erken kalkmaya alışkındı, sobayı yaktı. Ben yatakta bir süre daha tembellik yapmaya devam ettim. Soba odayı ısıtmaya başladıktan sonra, ben de kalktım.

Ondan sonraki iki gün de, gün içinde ikişer kez sikiştik, kimi zaman sadece birbirimizi tahrik ettik. Sanki kar esareti değil, kar cennetine düşmüştüm. İkimiz de, sanki dünyada sadece biz varız diye düşünüyorduk. Sadece o anın mutluluğunu yaşayarak, birbirimizden utanmadan sikiştik.

Üçüncü gün, sabah kahvaltıdan sonra arabamı kontrol edip gelmek üzere, ilk defa evden çıktım. Kadına da, eğer yol açıldıysa kimsenin görmemesi için tekrar gelmeyeceğimi, ama havalar ısındıktan sonra mutlaka geleceğimi söyledim. Elimdeki cep telefon numarasını zaten vermiştim.

Arabanın yanına vardığımda, kar araçlarının yolu açmaya çalıştıklarını ve benim arabamın onları engellediğini gördüm. Bana sitem ettiler, 'arabayı nasıl bırakmışım burada' diye. Ben ise nereden geldiğimi söylemedim tabii. Onlar yolu açtıktan sonra, geldiğim yoldan geriye tekrar ana yola çıktım.

Tekrar İstanbul'a döndükten sonra, bir süre kadınla telefonda konuştuk ve hatta mesajlaştık. Ama patron beni iki ay sonra işten çıkardı ve telefon şirket hattı olduğu için kadınla bağımız koptu. Ben yine de ona söz verdiğim gibi havalar ısınınca yazın, ilk fırsatta o köye gittim. Yolları tahmin ederek gitmeye çalışıyordum, çünkü akşam karanlığında kar altında gittiğim yolu o kadar zaman sonra bulmam zordu. En sonunda buldum köy yolunu. Köy sapağına geldiğimde bir traktör karşıdan geliyordu. Ellili yaşlarında bir adam traktörü kullanıyordu ve yanında da ayakta bir kadın vardı. Yaklaşınca traktör, kadının benim o kadın olduğunu anladım. Traktör sapaktan dönünce ben de arabadan indim. Kadın beni görmüştü. Eliyle yavaşça kimse görmeden uzaklaşan traktörden bana geriye doğru, 'Hoşçakal' der gibi mahzun el salladı. Ben de bakakaldım. Evlenmişti belli ki.

Yine de, ona ihtiyacı olacağını düşündüğüm iki koli erzak ve bir koli elbise ve eşyayı evlerinin kapısının önüne not yazmadan bıraktım.

Kar esarettir, ama iyi bir insanla esaret ise cennettir.

[imagination-mess]

A Second Chance at Life (Touya Todoroki X Fem!Reader) Chapter 12

Summary: For the past five years, you’ve been raising your son as a single mother. You’ve successfully avoided questions about his father by claiming that he died during the Paranormal Liberation War. From what you believe, this isn’t a lie. The last time you saw him was when he personally escorted you to U.A.’s shelter amidst the chaos in the streets.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been alive all this time, clinging to life in a facility working to keep him alive. His father, Enji, has been desperately searching for someone willing to heal him. After his presumed death, a single photo of you and Dabi began circulating through the underground, hinting at the nature of your relationship. To protect yourself and your child, you had to pay someone to stop the pictures from spreading further.

The photo provided answers to a long-standing question: who was the healer Dabi had been protecting? It identified you as the healer who had been deemed untouchable, but it also brought unwanted attention.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors in advance.

Word Count: 1.9K+ Masterlist of ASCAF Previously Chapter Eleven

“Your father can still make decisions on your behalf, since you're under his legal responsibility. That extends to trying to gain custody of Seishiro, your clone,” Reika says. Then she adds, “However, as the boy’s biological father, even through unethical means…You still have a say. Your word carries more weight than Endeavor’s in this.” ________________________________ Touya stared out the window at the old soba shop nestled in the countryside. His leg bounced with nervous energy as he waited for the other vehicle to arrive. He was still surprised the court allowed him to leave the rehabilitation center, but the boy, Seishiro, had requested the meeting take place in public. Here, of all places.

The soba shop was nearly untouched by time. It was the same one he and you had visited in your teenage years, the same one near the mountain trails where you'd trained together. The locals used to recognize both of you instantly. In the winter seasons, the old folks would often ask him to help light their fireplaces. You had always nudged him to help, teasing him into it. “Touya, relax,” Reika said, prompting him to glance at her. He stopped bouncing his leg and turned back to the window.

“Just be yourself,” she added. “I’ll be supervising to make sure nothing gets heated.” Touya glances over to her again before Reika sighs. "“You can’t do worse than Endeavor. Honestly, the bar’s in hell. You’ll clear it by breathing.” He muttered under his breath, "I’m bad at talking to kids."

"Then think of him as your younger self. What would you say to him?"

Before Touya could answer, the distant sound of a car door slamming shut made him look up. A government agent stepped out first, followed by a white-haired boy clutching a small plastic bag. That must be Seishiro.

"Touya."

He looked at Reika. She offered a small, reassuring smile. "I believe the two of you will get along. You’ll look back on this and laugh about stressing over nothing. Seishiro isn't hard to talk to, just give him a reason to open up." ___________________________________________________

To Touya’s surprise, the interior of the restaurant hadn’t changed. The same faded awards and framed pictures of regulars lined the walls. His eyes drifted to a familiar empty space—where a photo of you and him had once hung. The outline was still visible on the wall, a ghost of the past.

“Would you like the usual, Seishiro?” the older server asked.

Seishiro nodded, then moved toward the table while Touya noticed the woman from earlier. The boy's escort seated four tables away.

“It’s arranged to give you enough space to talk, but still within range of my quirk,” Reika called out gently. “Good luck.”

Touya shot her a look like she’d lost her damn mind. Leaving a convicted criminal alone with a kid, even if that kid was his, still felt crazy. The server turned to him.

"What would you like, sir?"

The man’s expression was polite, professional but Touya could tell he recognized him. Still, the server kept up the facade.

"Surprise me." With that, the older man left them alone, making an awkward silence between them. Seishiro was the one who broke the silence first before making eye contact with him. As much the boy was trying to act bored, but his eyes said something else. He was curious about him. "My mom called in advance and asked them to take down the picture of you two," Seishiro said, breaking the silence between them.

Touya nodded. That explained the blank spot. "I am Seishiro." He held out his hand to him which surprised Touya. "Touya." 

It was Awkward handshake but Seishiro couldn't help but chuckle at how stiff Touya is. 

“You’re really bad at socializing. No wonder Mom pushes me to talk more.” Seishiro grinned, clearly amused. Touya scoffs dryly. "Do you have friends?” 

Seishiro blinked at him. “Yeah. A few. Not a ton, but… enough. Why?”

Touya shrugged, fidgeting with his fingers. "Just wondering. I didn’t. When I was your age, it was just me. Trying to prove something. Friends weren’t really a priority."

"None?" Seishiro asked, genuinely surprised.

"None," Touya confirmed.

Seishiro looked thoughtful. "Well, I’ve got a mom who doesn’t let me sulk too long. She makes me choose after-school stuff or a sports team. Says it’s good for me. Socializing and trying new things."

He leaned back. "I get it now. It was annoying at first, but some of those sports are actually fun."

"What kind of sports?" Touya asked.

"Swimming, soccer, and track. Sometimes I sub in for the baseball team. Those three challenge me the most. There's always someone better, and I like that…It pushes me." Seishiro says but was fidgeting with his fingers.

Touya studied him for a second. There was no bitterness in Seishiro’s voice. No resentment. Just… motivation. That was new.

"If you’re in all that, do you still train your quirk?"

"Yeah. The sports are seasonal. I used to train twice a week. Now I do three or four. My quirk’s getting stronger, and I don’t want accidents. I get mandatory breaks when I push too far, though."

He paused, then added, "Mom trains with me sometimes. And Grandma Reika gives me combat lessons every couple of weeks. Self-defense, offense."

He stopped abruptly when he realized he was rambling off the rails. "Sor—"

"Don’t apologize," Touya interrupted. "You’re just rambling. That’s something you got from your mom. Total chatterbox."

Seishiro's lips curled into a smile, then his expression softened. "You’re not what I expected."

Touya raised an eyebrow. "What’d you expect?"

"I dunno… louder? Meaner? A complete asshole."

Touya snorted. "I am an asshole. I’m just choosing not to be one right now. Don’t get used to it, brat."

Seishiro laughed, a quiet one that actually made Touya smile for real.

Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. As the hours went by across the room, the two women were watching the two interacting without care. The two were getting along, talking and laughing as if they were just complete strangers hours ago. The government official was taking notes and staring at them while Reika watched with a soft smile at the scene in front of her. Seishiro seems like he is enjoying his company and rambling off god knows what, but Touya may seem uninterested. It seems like he was actually listening to Seishiro, seeing he speaks once in a while. 

It was a little unsettling how both turned toward her at the same time, as if sensing the stares. The government official quickly looked away. Clearly spooked while the two broke into laughter like a pair of mischievous foxes. Additional Scene:

Touya waved lazily, one hand buried deep in his sweatpant pocket while his wrist balanced the small gift bag from Seishiro. The boy grinned brightly in return and stepped into the car with the government official.

"See? It wasn’t so bad," Reika said, coming to stand beside him as the vehicle began to pull away.

"The kid did most of the talking, though," Touya muttered, glancing over at her.

"Maybe," Reika shrugged, fishing her keys out of her purse. "But it’s rare to see him open up that fast to a stranger. Consider that a win."

Touya didn’t respond. His eyes dropped to the gift bag still crinkled in his grasp.

“Here. You weren’t an asshole, so you got a present.” Seishiro had said it with a teasing grin, pushing the bag across the table with all the dramatic flair of someone giving away treasure.

Touya scoffed quietly at the memory, that stupid grin still vivid in his mind, before climbing into the passenger seat.

"Reika."

She hummed in acknowledgment, focusing on starting the car.

"He’s a good kid."

His voice was quieter this time, as he turned to the window, catching his reflection in the glass.

A face he still wasn’t used to seeing like this… alive, and no scars…

But Touya knew himself well enough to recognize what he saw in Seishiro. Not just the white hair and sharp stare. It was the mirror of who he could’ve been under different circumstances.

Seishiro was growing up with a solid support system. Friends. Encouragement. Stability. Touya hadn't had that, not even close.

He was raised in a home thick with silence and domestic violence, where no one noticed the boy crumbling in front of everyone else. Not even after that doctor’s appointment. Not even when he’d screamed the loudest.

His father must have lost his damn mind to want to get custody of a child he barely acknowledged according to Seishiro's version of the events that took place.

But you… you gave Seishiro choices. You encouraged him to find hobbies, friends, and passions. You made him want to reach out, rather than force it with a list of orders like his father has done. And maybe that’s what stung.

Touya wouldn’t lie to himself. A part of him was envious. But a bigger part? Grateful.

Because if Seishiro had landed anywhere else, especially in his home. He might’ve ended up exactly like Touya. Angry. Isolated. Desperate.

You were attentive. Observant. You didn’t come from a shattered household. You were raised with love, and you passed it on like instinct. Touya could admit  to himself that you were a better influence than he could ever be.

Seishiro wasn’t hard to read. He was blunt, sharp-eyed, but honest. His approval didn’t come easy but it was clear who he did look up to.

You.

Touya had already made up his mind before this meeting. He would give you full custody. He had no business trying to be a father, not when the boy already had someone better in his life.

But it was that look in Seishiro’s eyes when he talked about what Endeavor did.

That same rage Touya saw every time he stared at himself in the mirror for years. Pure, suffocating hatred.

Seishiro had told him, calmly, chillingly that if you hadn’t pulled him back, he would’ve killed Endeavor then and there. Because all he could see was his younger brother walking into the same hell he once did.

Touya didn’t blame him.

Endeavor had belittled you, insulted your parenting, tried to override your choices.

But Seishiro had made it clear: you were the parent who showed up. You were the one who listened.

And the truth was, even now Touya didn’t want to test that anger. That boy had years of combat and quirk training with a hatred simmering just below the surface. One wrong push from Endeavor, and there would be no pulling Seishiro back next time.

He was a good kid, but Touya had seen that look before.

And it wasn’t the look of a boy waiting for love or approval.

It was the look of a loaded gun, held back by a single thread.

All he needs is a reason...

If Seishiro is anything like him, he won’t freeze when someone yells at him like his siblings did.

He’ll fight. He’ll argue.

The only difference?

He has someone in his corner to pull him back.

And that makes all the difference in the world.

Touya looks down at the photograph that was struck between the pages of Spinner's book.

A photo of you, Seishiro, and his son… Renji. All three were smiling like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“…Maybe that’s enough.” Next Chapter 13 __________________________________________

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It feels anticlimactic, but the next chapter will be packed with tension between Endeavor and Touya.  I would love to hear your theories or predictions, let me know in the comments <3 How do you think of interaction between Touya and Seishiro? Thank you so much for everyone who has commented on the chapters before and your kind words. Once again, Your comments seriously mean the world to me. 💖 I’m so grateful to know there are people who want to read more.  Your comments motivate me to keep working on chapters. Maybe it’s the fact that someone else wants to see this idea come to life. I will become Kirby: absorbing your comments and giving you chapters in return.

Thank you so much again for reading! I love reading your comments. 💖 

[contrautism]

— insatiable. geto suguru. word count: 1.4k.

this is my first time actually posting on tumblr instead of just lurking so i figured i might as well open up with this older work i didn't want to waste away in my notes app. this is different from my current writing style but i hope y'all walkin w me anyways lmao.

cw: hunger as a literary device, nod to disordered eating as present in the manga

suguru has never known a time where he wasn’t hungry.

he was never a picky child, which served to both benefit and aggravate his parents. he’d pick every plate clean with no complaints, but he’d pick the fridge clean too if he got the chance. after dying a thousand deaths thinking about their next grocery bill, his mother would pat his head and tell him not to worry. his appetite meant he was going to be strong, anyways. let the boy eat, what the hell!

that was music to suguru’s little ears. he loved zaru soba and onigiri and the frozen melon bars his dad could never successfully hide. he was going to grow up to be strong and powerful, and his hunger reflected his desire.

there gets to be a point where a bottomless pit of a stomach becomes a concern, though. he realized when he was closing in on double digits and his parents started whispering about tapeworms that he needed to change something. the last thing he wanted was to worry them when he was supposed to be a good son.

suguru didn’t run to them for help when he saw a monster under his bed for the first time. he threw things at it, cursed at it, poked it with a meter stick until it finally lunged; he didn’t expect it to start swirling up into his hands when he threw them out to block the attack. he definitely didn’t expect to swallow the weird, glowy orb it turned into, and he absolutely didn’t expect it to taste like rotten soil soufflé.

suguru welcomed his tenth birthday by puking his guts into the kitchen sink.

from then on, he could see all the disgusting creatures that lingered everywhere, especially around his school. creeping over shoulders, lurking in mirrors, peaking out of backpacks. he got rid of them all, traded people’s worries for bags of chips and juice boxes. he’d try to wash away the taste of the glowy-orb-ball things with them. it never worked, and he gave up after a few weeks. it took suguru ages to learn to swallow them without throwing up until he saw stars. he got over it when he registered just how strong he felt.

this is what he was hungry for all this time. this power. it all tasted like shit and it made him feel horrible and he sometimes resented the people around him for making him suffer in such a way, but above all else? he felt satiated for the first time in forever.

and as life goes, all things fall apart.

his grades started slipping as he progressed through middle school. he began having nightmares so horrific he couldn’t put them into words. he suspected that somewhere down the line his parents got ahold of a journal of his.

he was helping people and it was making him miserable.

one night after spilling his guts into a bush (because why the fuck are these weird ass monsters everywhere and it’s fine because the more he kills the more powerful he gets but why can’t he just kill them regularly and they taste so bad he could die), suguru blacked out on the sidewalk. he woke up on a bench with a pamphlet for some high school in tokyo taped to his forehead.

he didn’t get home until one in the morning. that was the first time he remembered truly seeing disappointment cover his mother’s face.

life goes.

suguru kept getting stronger as everything else crumbled more and more. he brought up the high school to his parents. he figured it was for the best despite its distance. because of its distance, honestly. he was stressing them out, worrying them with every passing day. he wanted to be good for them, desperately so, and this was the way.

his father was more than open, on board before suguru finished making his case. his mother was wary. he was her only child, her pride and joy, a boy she couldn’t fathom sending away without trying to figure out what was going so wrong.

untouched lunches and missed dinners. arguments, apologies, prayers. screaming matches, appointments and diagnoses, medication after medication, broken bottles, bruised knees, bloody fingers—

you are a greedy child, suguru. you never know when to stop. all you do is consume, you consume everything around you. that’s all you know, isn’t it? you just suck the life out of everyone until there’s nothing left for you to take.

—and then he was off to tokyo.

high school was different. there were barely any students, everyone could see the same terrible things he could, and no one cared that there was something in him that was fundamentally… different. it was encouraged, actually.

the label of special grade gave him what he couldn’t get at home. it gave him a focus, a reason, a confirmation that he was strong. it also gave him some friends, and a particularly good friend, something he realized he previously lacked. he basked in it all.

he did everything he was told (on paper). he went on the missions, didn’t cause more than three problems a week with satoru, didn’t ask questions, didn’t make himself a threat. he went on the missions he was assigned, the ones he wasn’t, took on twice as much as he probably should have because it was his responsibility as a special grade and it’s not like he really had a choice anyways—

but he was good. so good that he knew the taste of a dying man’s blood before he could legally know the taste of alcohol. so good that he was trusted to walk a middle schooler to her death.

he tried not to let it phase him too much. riko spent her entire life preparing to die, and the ethics of it all wasn’t his concern. she was half his height and carried twice his responsibility; he just needed to keep her alive for a few days and not think too deeply about leading her straight to her death. a girl closer to primary school than college was set to die for the “greater good and stability of jujutsu society” to blah blah whatever the fuck, and swallowing curses meant suguru could choke down his disgust with ease and pretend that all was well.

and then riko died.

shot dead in front of him, left to bleed out like the broken bodies he stepped over during missions. it was pure comedy that she was only taken after deciding she did, in fact, want to live.

and then satoru died. cut up with ragged lines etched into his body like the curses they toyed with to drag out missions. of course, suguru only got the details when they were filling out the incident reports. he dissociated through most of the process, but he could never ignore anything regarding satoru.

the whole incident left him fucked up. learning of his friend’s horror show of a resurrection was salt in his wounds—not so invincible to reach immortality, yet strong enough to come back—satoru was now stronger than suguru could ever be.

for the first time in years, suguru felt weak. and above all else, he was hungry. so incredibly hungry.

hungry when he closed riko’s lifeless eyes, hungry when he swallowed affirmations to satoru’s inquiry of mass homicide, hungry when he realized his other half no longer needed him, hungry when he accepted he was never needed, hungry when he chose to starve over choking down meals that made him sick.

sick of being used, used to being tired, tired of being hungry for something his tasteless food would never provide.

he needed a sign. a sense of direction to tell him what he needed to find, what he needed to do to fill the abyss inside his stomach.

yuki came and went.

haibara died.

it was supposed to be a grade three, so why wasn’t it a grade three, yaga, why do you keep sending us to die? and as he watched his junior get dragged out of the medbay, listened to his cries echo down the halls, grappled with the fact that no one cared:

suguru got what he was looking for.

he finally found the source of his hunger, and he would make sure he never felt it again.

a/n: the ending was a bit abrupt because this was originally a scrapped piece, but i'm considering circling back to this in the future so. let me know what you think! thanks for readinggg !

[alexanderwales]

Son: What are we having for dinner? Me: I'm making kind of an Asian influenced chicken noodle soup. Son: What makes it Asian? Me: Garlic, ginger, fish sauce, soy sause, soba noodles, scallions, I think we have this hon tsuyu broth base, I think it'll be good. Like a chicken noodle ramen. Son: Ramen already has noodles in it. So it's just chicken ramen. Me: I mean, no, it's a fusion of an American classic, chicken noodle soup, and a ramen. With like a soft boiled egg on the side, it's also taking inspiration from mother-and-child donburi. Son: You can just call it a chicken ramen. Me: Yeah, but I like to add a lot of words in there, it makes it taste better. That's kind of my rule for a meal, the more words, the better it's going to be. I make up for my deficiencies as a cook with my skills as a writer. Son: You're weird.

[yanderecrazysie]

Can I please request for yandere todoroki who at first was very cold and distant to you because he was unhappy with you and his quirk marriage courtesy of Endeavor. The reader tries to get along with him even making him cold soba and bringing it to him during his patrols. But todoroki remains stubbornly coldly ignoring the reader. One day the reader finally has enough and decides to just destroy the quirk marriage contract and leave for the countryside leaving everyone including Todoroki behind. Todoroki then starts to slowly fall for the reader now missing how the reader took care of him and cooked his favorite meals, he also starts to view The reader in as their own person without being clouded by his judgment. Todoroki then turns yandere out of shear yearning for you, he has recognized his mistakes and wants to make things right no matter the consequences, he will have you back and continue on with the marriage.

-Thank you for reading my request. I really love your writing especially the yandere cheater ones, they’re my favorite.

Thank you! And I’ll be glad to write this! ^-^

Title: Is It a Crime

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Shoto isn’t fond of the quirk marriage his dad has arranged. At least, he didn’t think so at first.

Part 2: here

“Is it a crime

That I still want you?

And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake

My love is taller, taller than the Empire State

It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean

I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back”

-from “Is It a Crime” by Sade

“Cold soba, just how you like it,” you try your best to smile warmly, but the glare he sends you is as cold as the dish you try handing to him.

“I’m not hungry.” 

Your smile falters a little, you had hoped that your cooking would get through to him. Wasn’t the fastest way to a man’s heart through his stomach?

Shoto resumes scrolling on his phone, indifferent to the sad look you give him. Your heart gives a painful tug in your chest- what were you supposed to do to get him to like you?

It wasn’t like you particularly wanted in this marriage either.

Your parents had left the final choice up to you, claiming that they’d be fine without the money, when you knew it was the opposite. They were too elderly to work and you couldn’t get a second job while in college to support them.

Endeavor had swooped in, offering to support your parents as long as you were married to Shoto. Evidently, he was drawn in by your powerful healing quirk, and could picture strong grandchildren that could use ice, fire, and heal themselves.

In order to give you and your parents security, you entered into the agreement, assuming Endeavor’s son was okay with the contract.

You were wrong.

Shoto seemed to hate you more and more with each passing day. He’d made it clear from day one what he thought of your marriage.

“I want nothing to do with the marriage, nor you. I will never love nor care for you like a husband should. Give up and go home.”

You were determined to continue the forced relationship, not willing to easily give up the life your parents would be supported by. Yet, no progress was made towards wedding plans nor any discussion of life after marriage.

Endeavor wasn’t pushy about when a wedding should be set, telling you that Shoto was “needlessly stubborn about things”. But you’d begun to worry that maybe he would never come around to the idea of loving you.

And, really, how could you expect that of him? It wasn’t fair to suddenly come into someone’s life and wait for them to love you like a husband loves his wife.

You retreated to the kitchen to deal with your thoughts, putting the soba in the refrigerator in case Shoto got hungry. You thought over what you should do, a little bored with the housewife position you’d been put in. Shoto was a pro hero, Endeavor one as well- you had no reason to even continue college. The two of them each had enough money right now to live off of three times over.

You were ready to hang on as long as it took.

Until you overheard Shoto on the phone.

“She’s annoying. Not my type at all. I could never love anyone like her, even without this quirk marriage nonsense my father is forcing on me.”

You felt tears pricking your eyes. He’d never, ever like you, would he? This was just a waste of time, until Endeavor either forced you into a wedding that made Shoto despise you even more, or canceled your contract for you.

You went straight to the number one hero himself, heart pounding in your chest as you approached his office and knocked quietly on the door. A moment later, you stood before him, those tears from earlier finally falling.

“Shoto will never love me. I think it’d be best for both of us if we… just… went our separate ways.” Your voice quavered, and your eyes closed tightly for the finish.

Endeavor sat back in his chair, obviously surprised, “But your parents-”

“I can quit college and get a second job.”

Endeavor blinked and, after an eternity, pressed on, “My son is stubborn, he has rebelled against me before. You should not take it personally.”

You considered his words. Perhaps Shoto didn’t hate you, just the arranged marriage. But then you remembered his words over the phone and started to cry all over again.

“No… no. I’m sure. I want to cancel the marriage. I’m sorry.”

Endeavor nodded, “I understand.”

Shoto woke up in a bad mood and it only worsened when he didn’t see you in the kitchen, making him breakfast. You always made him breakfast, so why not today? Were you sick?

He checked the fridge and found the cold soba from yesterday. Not exactly a proper breakfast, but it would do.

Sour expression on his face, he wondered why you weren’t awake, bustling around like a happy tornado, cleaning every surface like you had a grudge against it. Maybe you really were sick. He spooned soba into his mouth, debating whether or not to check on you.

Against his better judgment, he walked over to your room and knocked sharply on it. He gave an exasperated sigh when there was no response and opened the door, only to find… nothing. No clothes, no knick knacks, nothing that made the room uniquely you, like it had once been.

His heart sank in his chest and he leaned against the door, head hanging down as his thoughts raced. Wasn’t he supposed to be happy? Thrilled, even? This meant that the quirk marriage was over, right?

So why did he feel crushed?

Shoto stormed into his father’s office without knocking. “Where is she?”

Endeavor looked up from his paperwork, surprised. “Gone. The marriage is off.”

The younger man left, a hole deep in his heart where you had once been. He hadn’t realized it, so focused on hating you, but he couldn’t live without you. He felt like he was panicking, his breath was coming fast and heavy, his mind clouded with thoughts of you.

He knew where you lived, he’d been there once before to meet you. It wasn’t a far walk, and he’d be running.

He could be there in ten minutes. He was positive he could convince you to sign the contract again.

It was time to bring his bride back home.

[hellishtodorokifamily]

The first ever childhood soba brothers figures were announced.

It is a "what if" from the night of Toya's attack on baby Shoto.

If they had functional parents, they would have calmed down Toya, reassured him that they loved him and tried to motivate his pride in being a "big brother" by pointing out how much he could teach Shoto and how he could protect him since he was both bigger and more capable.

I know if they tried, Toya would have likely given his best, as desperate as he was for parental approval and how important being the "first born son" was to him.