#todomomo drabble

[vizzy740]

Late Night TodoMomo

Momo didn’t usually go out to the commons rooms at night. After curfew, everyone was supposed to go to bed, and loitering around in the common rooms was an easy way to get in trouble.

That’s why Momo didn’t usually participate in such behavior, but once in a while, she wouldn’t have a good night’s rest, like when she was feeling bad about how she’d done on some hero training exercise or some other event, or like this night, where there was an exam in the following morning.

She’d found that the best way to calm herself down was walking down to the kitchen in the commons, brewing herself a cup of tea, and eating a small pastry left by Sato during his weekly baking sessions. She usually  reviewed the chemical compounds for different types of wood and paints during this time. She’d memorized them all when she’d first learned to read and write, in her quest to make her first real object with her quirk, a matryoshka doll.

Thankfully, the rest of the class hadn’t raided the fridge yet, and Sato’s pastries, –baked just last night, most likely as Sato’s own anti-stress ritual– were untouched.

She was savoring a small pastry. She thinks Sato called it a mini boston cream pie, and it did fit the description, but she couldn’t know for sure until she asked him tomorrow.

It was delicious, like all of Sato’s creations, not too rich and with just the right amount of sweetness and moisture.

 She was reading a chemical compound book (though really she already knew what was inside) and waiting for her tea kettle to whistle when she heard the elevator doors open.

Then out stepped Todoroki.

It was strange seeing him late at night. Even though they lived together in the dorms. She'd never seen him look so disheveled, though she supposed she wasn’t very close to him.

She’d never seen him in his nightclothes, but they weren’t anything interesting, just a plain loose pair of pants and a white button up shirt.

They were ruffled and wrinkled and clearly hadn’t been ironed in some time, though Momo supposed that such a thing didn’t matter, and Todoroki probably didn’t care if the pants of his sleeping wear looked crisp and straight or not.

His hair was also mussed, and the red and the white mixed together at his part, with flyaways all around.

He stumbled over to the kitchen counter to stand next to Momo, though he seemed ready to topple over at any second. He blinked, and seemed to gain a bit of clarity from his groggy state, “What’s that smell?” He asked.

“S-Sato’s desserts, he made them yesterday, mini boston cream pies I believe he said? I can get one if you would like,” Momo told him, feeling her face flush slightly as she rambled, “And I-I’m boiling some water for tea, would you like some? It has a mild sedative, since it’s for helping people to fall asleep, but I have other options I can take out too–”

“Yes, I would like that.” He interrupted.

“The cream pie or the tea?” Momo asked, smiling slightly.

“Both.” Todoroki stated bluntly. “And I want the sedative type of tea.”

“Did I disturb you?” Momo asked as she took out a cup, and another bag of the same tea.

“No. I didn’t even know you were down here.” Todoroki answered.

The kettle whistled, and Momo hurried to take it off the stove and turn the dial off. She poured the water into the cups, and handed one to Todoroki.

She was surprised for a second as he put his hand fully around the cup, before remembering his quirk. Then she hurried off to grab a second miniature pie from the fridge and handed it to Todoroki as well.

After she put it in his unoccupied hang, he watched it with his usual monotone stare before taking a bite of it, then the ends of his mouth raised slightly. Only those who really knew Todoroki well could tell it was actually a smile and not just some odd, different version of his usual emotionless expression.

She smiled, “I’m happy you like it.”

He turned to meet her eyes, and with his cheek similar to that  of a chipmunk, his cheeks slightly puffed out, Momo couldn’t help but give out a little giggle.

Todoroki was cute like that, when he did those little, easy things in life, when the untouchable feeling he gave off melted away, showing the boy underneath.

A boy that Momo liked.

She smiled at him as she let the thought swirl in her mind. By the time she returned back to reality, taking in the changes to her surroundings, she felt herself flush again.

Todoroki was less than a foot away from her, still staring into her eyes.

“T-Todoroki.” she stammered, too dazed to say anything but his name.

She glanced around, and saw her cup upon the counter beside her. She picked it up and glanced into it, upon seeing that the water was sufficiently colored by the tea bag, she decided that it had steeped for long enough, and removed it from the water, dropping it into the nearby kitchen garbage can without moving from their close position.

“I think the tea’s steeped long enough. Do you want me to put yours in the tea bag?”

Todoroki shook his head.

“The taste might get worse if you don’t.”

“I don’t care.” He replied, “I want the sedative to be at its most potent.”

“Okay…?” Momo answered hesitantly. She took a sip of her tea. It was nice, as it usually was.

Todoroki continued to look at her. Momo wasn’t really used to this. She’d seen Todoroki look at her every once in a while, he stared at everyone really, if he took an interest in something, his eyes would just stay on it, either not knowing or not caring about being strange.

Usually it was fine, and it didn’t make Momo uncomfortable most of the time, it was more of a question of why.

Because the why changed everything.

Her face was hot. Todoroki had walked back up to her, and they were close again.

Then Todoroki touched her face, and–

It was cold.

She blinked, a bit surprised at how cold it felt.

“Is that good?”

“I– uh, yeah.” She answered, because it was nice, the cool feeling, it was a bit surprising, but overall it was soothing, it felt good on her left cheek. “I… thought you were going to do something else.”

“What else would I do?” Todoroki asked, his voice even as usual, even as he leaned close to her, their noses barely an inch away from each other. He kept his hand on his face.

“Kiss me.” 

“Do you want me to?” Todoroki asked. For Todoroki, the monotone of his voice sounded completely genuine.

“D-do you want to?” Momo asked, her voice trembling.

“I think so.”

“Then… do it.” Momo breathed out.

And he did.

(Catcity)

[th0verend]

Cute Together

Drabble 517w

[TodoMomo] Esp

La academia estaba llena de celosos. Celosos que admiraban a uno de los dos.

La mayoría de chicas seguían con la mirada los cabellos de dos colores de Todoroki, mientras que la mayoría de los chicos le sonreían bobos a Yaoyorozu cuando los saludaba amigable.

Cada una de estas personas que buscaban la atención de los tipos más populares seguro desconocían mucho de ambos. No sabían nada más que su nombre y su clase; lo demás eran sólo rumores.

Que Yaoyorozu en realidad era un ser hipócrita que actuaba amable para conseguir lo que quería.

Que todas las novias de Todoroki fueron botadas luego de ser maltratadas.

Que ambos eran simplemente unos aprovechados.

Nada de esto era verdad, claro está. Pues los dos eran chicos buenos. Ambos eran sinceros con sus sentimientos y nunca harían algo como eso.

Pero también eran muy tímidos. La situación de ser populares era incómoda para ellos. A pesar de saber muy bien —cada quién por sí mismo— que Momo era parte de las chicas que miraban de lejos a Shoto. Y que Shoto era parte de los chicos que se ponía nervioso ante la brillante mirada de Momo.

Fue así hasta que se atrevieron a hablar.

Se acercaron uno al otro después de clases, cuando ya todos se habían ido. Respiraron profundo y dijeron lo que practicaron

—Disculpa —dijeron al unísono. La situación los hizo sentirse un poco más nerviosos.

—Ah. Tú primero —le dio la palabra a Momo.

—No, no. Tú primero —respondió ella, comenzando a sentir sus mejillas calientes.

Shoto se rascó la nuca y desvió la mirada por un segundo. Sólo debía ser directo. Como siempre.

—Bueno. Yo… quería invitarte a comer algo más tarde —logró decir, aunque volvió a evitar los ojos negros que lo miraban expectantes.

Regresó la vista a la chica cuando no recibió respuesta. Ella estaba totalmente avergonzada. Miraba al suelo sin saber que decir. Luego respiró profundo y levantó la vista sonriente, aunque su cara seguía roja.

—¡Por supuesto! —dijo segura. Luego quiso escapar de la expresión esperanzada de Todoroki—. Eso era lo que yo también quería decirte al inicio.

Shoto sonrió por fin. Luego de haber mantenido su cara seria debido a los nervios. Momo le sonrió de vuelta.

Se había propuesto ser más decidida entonces, ahora que sabía que Shoto también gustaba de ella, se sentía muy feliz. Lo tomó de la mano y sintió el cuerpo de Shoto casi saltar ante su toque repentino.

—Vamos —le dijo ella en voz baja. Él tomó rápidamente sus cosas y la siguió, aún tomado de su mano.

Varios celosos los vieron salir de la mano, con las mejillas totalmente coloradas y calientes. El rumor no tardó en esparcirse por toda la academia.

Celosos, como siempre, se habló mal de ellos. Los chicos hablaban de que Todoroki no merecía a Yaoyorozu. Las chicas decían que Momo ni siquiera era tan bonita para andar con Todoroki.

Sin embargo, no fueron todos quienes reaccionaron de este modo. La mayoría estuvieron de acuerdo en que se veían lindos juntos.

Y lo eran. Eran muy, muy lindos juntos.

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Hola de nuevo, esta vez escribo un TodoMomo. Me parece que es mi primera vez publicando algo de este ship, así que no sé el recibimiento que tendrá. Espero que les guste 😿

Wattpad e Inkitt: Th0verEnd

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Heating Pad

Heating pad by hannybun

"Momo, are you still cramping?" Shoto asks after a little while of quiet studying, pulling out the pencil he had slipped behind his ear and beginning to scribble something down on a note card beside his laptop, focused on his work.

A soft groan sounds from her place on the bed. "Yes."

He scratches his head with his pencil, looking over what he wrote. "And did you take the ibuprofen I gave you earlier?"

"Yes."

Shoto leans back in his desk chair, hands behind his head as he slightly rocks back and forth. "And you're not feeling better at all?" He turns in his chair to look at Momo and his heart softens at the sight of her snuggled up in bed in one of his hoodies and unfortunately feeling immense pain.

Words: 573, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Cute, Sickfic, Comfort, Napping, Drabble, todomomo

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48870094

[teaplease1717]

Pieces of You - Drabble 3

Drabble 3: Gift for Mardimari3

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto / Yaoyorozu Momo

Category: Among Us Au / slight romance (?)

Warning: Mentions of violence but nothing detailed

Rating: T

Art Link: https://twitter.com/Mardimari3/status/1337602201263296515

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25935277/chapters/71371338

Thank you to Taq for betaing this drabble.

I haven’t been in a good place this week. No real reason behind it just got down and I needed something small and silly to lift my mood. Mardi’s works – especially the little TodoMomo comics - always make me so happy, so I decided to write a quick drabble of one of my favorite of Mardi’s comics. Link Here for the drawing this drabble is based off of.

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A pair of white boots clicked off of gray aluminum flooring.  

“Why the fuck do I have to be paired with you?” A deep voice grumbled.

Todoroki Shouto blinked. Slowly, he looked up from his clipboard to stare at Bakugo Katsuki, the ship’s pilot, trudging ahead of him down the dark corridor.  

A low rumbling sounded in the vents, as one of the spaceship’s generators turned on.

Shouto frowned.

Bakugo should know as well as anyone why they had to travel in pairs. The night before, Midoriya Izuku, the ship’s captain, had informed the crew of another death. It was the second one on the spaceship. And even Shouto, who wasn’t always the fastest on the uptake, knew what that meant.

“Because there may be an imposter among us.”

“I know that, idiot,” Bakugo snapped. He turned to glare at Shouto over his shoulder. His lips twisted into a sneer. “Still doesn’t explain why I had to be paired with you . You weak ass motherfucker.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued down the hall.

Shouto opened his mouth to reply, but then thought better of it.

In truth, he hadn’t wanted to do the security checks with Bakugo either. He would much rather have been paired with another of their shipmates…a very specific shipmate.

His chest tightened in a way that was becoming all too familiar as Shouto thought of the spaceship’s chief engineer.  

Yaoyorozu Momo.

Warmth spread up Shouto’s neck, and he swallowed thickly, looking back down at his checklist.

It was easy to justify why Shouto admired and looked up to her. Yaoyorozu was smart, beautiful, kind - the perfect crewmate and friend. That was probably why he wanted to spend every waking moment with her. And, he had to admit, probably part of the reason why he was more than a little disappointed when she had assigned the pairings and had chosen to work with the stupid, despicable little purple grape head instead of him.

Her reasoning made sense – of course it did, Yaoyorozu always made sense, but that didn’t stop the green feeling of jealousy from tightening around his heart.

Fluorescent lights lining the bottom of the steel walls cast dark shadows along the winding hallway.

Shouto's fingers tightened around his pen. “We’re almost done. Two more rooms...”

Then he would be free to go back to the cafeteria and maybe – hopefully - Yaoyorozu would be there reading her book. She’d smile as he would enter and offer him tea.

Bakugo scoffed loudly. And Shouto fought down the smile pulling at his lips as they came to the end of the corridor.

Three floor-to-ceiling metal doors stood before them. Shouto’s eyes scanned the air-locked entryways on each wall. Next to each gate was a red button encased in glass. All in-take. Nothing out of the ordinary.

A good sign.

In the last two murders the buttons had been tampered with.

“I’m opening the reactor first,” Bakugo said, reaching out to the glass case next to the door to his left, flipping it up.

Shouto nodded and looked back down at his spaceship floor plan. There was a hiss as the metal door slid open.

There was a sharp gasp.

From the corner of his eye, Shouto saw Bakugo freeze. He marked the box next to the reactor room and looked up to see what made Bakugo still.

His heart jumped in his throat.

“Yaoyorozu.”

In the middle of the floor, a pool of blood surrounded the decapitated body of Mineta Minoru. Yaoyorozu Momo stood above him, her dark eyes wide. There were a few smudges of what looked like blood on her face and arms.

Shouto’s pulse quickened.

Yaoyorozu brought her hand up to her curl in front of her chest. “I-I just found him stabbed 37 times,” she said quickly, her usually calm voice pitched higher.

Shouto looked back down at the crumpled form of his former crewmate. He had never liked Mineta but still…

It must have been truly traumatizing to find her crewmate like this, especially when they were supposed to be a pair.

He looked back up and met Yaoyorozu’s dark eyes. Shouto smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “Thank you for reporting this.”

Yaoyorozu started “Ye-yes, of course,” she said, avoiding his eyes. Her fingers trembled.

She was acting strange.

Was she hurt?

Shouto’s stomach twisted as he looked her over for any injuries.  He knew he wasn’t always the best at picking up on things, but she didn’t seem injured. Relief washed over him and Shouto allowed his gaze to drift back to her face.

Yaoyorozu’s usually bright eyes were dark, and her lips quivered. She looked so small at that moment, all Shouto wanted to do was reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

He straightened. ”Go clean up. I’ll make you some tea to help your nerves.”

Yaoyorozu’s head jerked up and her eyes glistened. She stared at him for a moment and then a small smile pulled at her lips that made his stomach flip. “Thank you Todoroki-san, I knew I could count on you.”

Heat warmed his face, and Shouto looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed. He cleared his throat. “I’ll notify the cleaning team to come and deal with this. Do you want me to walk you back to your room?”

“No.” She sniffed and reached up to rub at her face. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, Todoroki-san.”

He nodded, and his eyes narrowed. “But…you’ll let me know if I can do anything for you?”

Yaoyorozu licked her lips. “I will.” She smiled and folded her hands together in front of her and bowed. “Thank you,” she whispered again, before straightening and hurrying past them and down the corridor.

Shouto waited for the sound of her boots to fade, before looking back at Bakugo.

The ship’s pilot hadn’t moved. His red eyes were wide as he continued to stare at Mineta Minrou’s corpse.

Shouto frowned.

He never thought of Bakugo as the type to be affected by traumatic events, but apparently everyone had their limits.

He leaned forward to push the red button next to the entryway. The metal doors to the reactor room hissed shut, cutting off the blooded body of Mineta Minrou from view.

Bakugo jerked as the entryway bolted shut. His hand darted up and he clutched his heart. “What. The. Fuck?”

Shouto frowned.

And the pilot said he was the weak one?

“Let’s go,” he said after a moment. Shouto held the clipboard to his chest as he turned to walk back towards the cafeteria. This would be a hassle to report, but at least he could spend time with Yaoyorozu.

He wondered what type of tea she’d like.

Perhaps chamomile?

[petri808]

Hauntober prompt Owl

Todomomo requested by @akaanonfollower

What do you get a girl who has everything she needs, was a question Shouto Todoroki has been stressing over for a month now. Momo Yaoyorozu’s birthday was coming up, and he wanted to find something special. But what?! The girl wanted for nothing, and if she ever did, could afford it herself. Oh sure, he could go the easy route and maybe find a tea she would enjoy but that wasn’t good enough... not for a girl you were crushing on.

“How about this,” Midoriya suggested to his friend. “List the things you like about her, and maybe it’ll give you some inspiration.”

“Um, well she’s beautiful and smart, poised and inspiring. I just think she’s amazing as a hero and a person, caring, and thoughtful to everyone.”

“Okay, those are great to start with! Now think of gift ideas that say that about her...”

Was the conversation they’d had before Todoroki tried one last time to search the mall for a gift. A nice outfit? No way he was going to ask her clothing size. A good book to read since she likes reading? Hmm, too boring. Jewelry? That might be too soon for a gift. ‘Ugh!’ He groans in his head. After 2 hours and who knows how many stores, he was no closer to a gift.

The last store in that wing of the mall was called The Most Irresistible Shop, and it was filled with all kinds of products from candles and sweets, to toys and stationary; just a very eclectic place and truly one that children would find irresistible. Todoroki made his way through the aisles hoping for inspiration, but half way through, he still hadn’t found the one item to catch his attention. Maybe he should just go with the tea... no wait.... yes! This could work! At the very back of the store, he finds something he thinks she’ll like and quickly buys it, hurrying back to the dorms to get it wrapped in time.

That evening, the class had planned a birthday dinner for Yaoyorozu and he was nervously excited to give her the gift. He waits patiently for everyone else to give her theirs before handing her the oversized gift bag. “Happy birthday.” A hush falls over the room.

“Aww, thank you Todoroki-kun.” She takes the bag and opens it to find an adorable plush owl doll. “This is so cute!”

“It reminded me of you,” he smiles, “I just worried if you’d like a stuffed animal as a gift.”

“I love them. But, why did it remind you of me?”

“Owls are smart and wise like you, and this one is really cute like you too.”

Yaoyorozu blushes, “you think I’m cute?”

Todoroki’s cheeks light up, heart pounding in his chest, but he powers through his plan. “I actually think you’re beautiful and was hoping that you’d let me take you out on real date.”

A small squeal eeks out of Mina, before being cut off by her boyfriend’s hand over her mouth in a shushing manner. But it was too late for the sound makes Yaoyorozu’s blush deepen. This was the best birthday gift ever! “I’d love to.”

[bonneyq]

Thank you !!! So I have a prompt about Todomomo, Momo is injured and Shoto is worried and come to visit her in her house ! I hope that you enjoy this little idea ! Keep going you are one of the best fanfiction writer that I know! ❤️✨

I hope I did okay! And sorry if there are any typos, I wrote this on my phone! ❤️💙

Todoroki Shoto rode the elevator up to his girlfriend’s apartment with the same expression as always, trying not to worry much but inside he was conflicted.

He had been out taking down a Villain at the other side of the town when he heard his girlfriend had been hurt during her own pursuit of a bad guy. Nothing major, he was assured, but he needed confirmation.

Yaoyorozu Momo had wanted some independence from her parents, after finishing school and even though the apartment had been a gift and she still had a generous bank account because of her family’s business, she had a place of her own.

“Todoroki-kun!” The elevator’s door opened directly into the apartment and the doorman had called Momo in advance even is Todoroki was allowed to come up at anytime he wanted to. She looked beautiful with her long beautiful dar hair loose, a light pink sweater,  shorts and her smile indicated she was happy he was there - good. “What are you doing here? I heard you were quite spectacular today!”

“Thank you.” He removed his shoes while she walked his way and he notices she was taking longer than necessary because she was limping slightly and he finally saw the bandage around her right thigh. He put on the slipper she left there for him (she had quite a collection – they were still close friends with most of their school buddies, after all they went through, and they usually gathered at her place because was bigger and she had money to feed them all. When asked if she didn’t think it was some sort of extortion, she just shrugged and told them she was glad to be the hostess and seeing everyone having a good time was her reward) and put his shoes where it belonged before going further inside the apartment.

He met her halfway and she tip toed a little to give him a kiss – he had grown much taller the past few years, his shoulders broadened and even though he had hard muscles, he was still lean, nothing like his father.Kissing her back, he put an arm around her waist to bring her closer and she giggle between kisses and he smirked just a bit.

“Not that I am complaining, but why are you here?” She put her hands on his shoulders and her black eyes held a familiar sparkle of desire and it made his stomach flutter. It’s been five years since they started to date, after all. “Our date was supposed to be tomorrow at lunch and then spend the day together.”

“I heard you got injured so I decided to see you.” He told her, simply and her smile widened.

“I’m fine. Just a scratch.” She told him. “My mentor was the one making a fuss.”

“What happened?” He asked while skillfully leading her to the couch and letting her put her weight on him without her noticing his move.

“Business as usual.” She shrugged when they sat next to each other, his arm around her shoulder and he waited for her to snuggle against him as she usually did. “The Villain wasn’t even that much of a challenge, but he threw a car towards the crowd and even though I managed to create a net and place it early in the fight just in case and to protect them, there was this little boy  who slipped under. He reminded me of Midoriya, actually.” She chuckled. “He had a Hero sticker book in his arms.”

Even Shoto chuckle at that – they remembered hoe Midoriya was when he was younger and hadn’t changed much, he was still excited about meeting new heroes and learning about Quirks.

“I managed to pull him away from danger, but one of the car’s tire got loose and hit me on the thigh.” She explained and Shoto opened his mouth to speak, but she was faster. “Nothing is broken, we went to the hospital. It’s just going to be sore for a few days.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.”

He looked at her for a few seconds and knew she was telling the truth so he nodded. Just in case, though, the used his quirk to make his hand cold and he placed over the bandage.

Momo gasped in surprise but then chuckled. “Thank you. You are very practical to have around.”

Shoto snorted. “Please. You sat by my left side, knowing I would put my arm around you – as I usually do when we’re alone – and leaving my right arm free to do exactly this when I learned what happened.”

Momo laughed. “Where’s the fun if you always read my intentions?”

“I just put two and two together.” Todoroki told her. “You are too smart for your own good.” He told her, proud of her.

“Yes. And don’t forget it. You shouldn’t have encouraged me so much at school, probably.”

“And miss the result? Never.” He leaned and kissed her.

[rengo-katze]

Alexithymia

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

Word count: 609

A/N: Literally mind vomit at this point, with a little bit of angst. Not going to lead to a conclusion since this is mostly feelings and all that shit. Momo-centric thoughts.

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"Uh, yow, Momo. How do I put this... You see, I kinda have a problem with.. your boyfriend."

"Momo! Did you see what he did?? Todoroki just grabbed a handful of my chips without even asking!"

"There he goes again. That fucking Half n' Half bumping into my books without fucking apologizing! Hey, Ponytail! He should know his damn place!!"

"Uhm, Yaoyorozu? Do you happen to know where Todoroki is? It's about the group project. He's not replying on our chat. Maybe you could message him? Thanks a lot."

"Those hard headed punks. This is why I think teaching ain't for me at all... Toga, Yaoyorozu. I've received reports that your significant others issued a challenge to one another this lunch time. Hurry up and follow me. We're gonna tear them apart from each other while they're still alive."

"You're the hero Shouto's girlfriend?! My, my. Figures since you're such a pretty girl! I can't believe it! But then again, you're such a bubbly cutie. How on Earth do you stand that stoic prince? Haha. Does he even smile at all?"

"Look, Momo. We have nothing against you and Shouto. In fact, me and your father are very grateful for him for the past three years he has been taking care of you. We could never get to repay him at all. It's just that.. he is a bit rough around the edges and seemingly impulsive with his choice of words sometimes. Last night's dinner was a bit awkward when he got into a heated debate with your father on politics. He's nice and all but.. does he ever think his words and actions through? Now, don't cry, Momo. I'm very sorry for bringing this up, sweetie. There, there. We know you love him so much. We just.. don't want everything to be awkward from now on, right?"

It was enough. It was plenty enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo, a trainee hero who just entered the scene with her fellow classmates one month ago, was on the verge of having her emotions explode through her silent cries. After a confrontation from her mother, she retreated to her room for solace, something she needed after the relatively harsh attacks that she received that afternoon. She knew that her family was very gentle with her. So much that she was a rather sheltered child that grew into a humble and graceful young lady. Swear words, profanities, and biased hatred were very seldom heard inside their household.

So when this sprouting uneasiness about Momo's long-term boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto, was brought up by her mother, Momo couldn't believe that the issue held that much gravity for her parents to call her out for it. She convinced herself that maybe they were just worked up and being overprotective of her again as Shouto was the only person she had ever had for a romantic partner all her life. But as she crouched down on her bedroom floor, memories of how her friends, teachers, and other acquaintances talked to her about their own personal issues with Shouto had entered her head. And further was her defending him on all of these cases, saying he was an airhead or that he was socially inept. She kept making excuses for him because she felt the need to protect him all the time. But now that her own parents have criticized him while she was still adjusting and taking little shaking steps towards her hero career, she tried shaking off the previous sadness in her and replaced it with determination. She needed to fix this, now or never.

"That's it. I'm gonna tell Shouto about this once and for all."

[kuroshironekoserver]

What we do for fun 🤣

[cece-0708]

Cradled in His Arms

Hi! This fic can also be found on AO3.

Summary: Todoroki notices his wife is getting sleepy so he carries her to bed.

Word count: 264

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“You should go to bed.” Todoroki said, watching as his wife rubbed her eyes. She was currently filing through a huge stack of paper, adding her signature to many of them.

“I’m not tired yet,” Yaoyorozu responded, her speech slightly slurred. She yawned immediately afterwards, taking a moment to stretch out her arms above her head. “Besides, I want to get this paperwork done tonight.”

“You have three days,” he reminded her, placing his hands on the back of the chair and leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“I know,” she said, another yawn escaping her lips.

Todoroki slid his arms under Yaoyorozu’s legs and back to pick her up from her seat. She squirmed a little in protest, mumbling about how there wasn’t much left on the pile. In actuality, a quarter of the stack had yet to be completed.

“It’s getting late and you’re obviously exhausted. You can do it in the morning instead.” Todoroki said softly, Yaoyorozu pouting at him in response before letting out a sigh of defeat.

“Okay,” she mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Only if you make breakfast.”

He chuckled, nodding in acceptance.

As Todoroki carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom, Yaoyorozu’s eyes slowly drooped shut. His lips curled into a small smile at the sight of her sleeping face.

Todoroki placed Yaoyorozu down on the bed, making sure to tuck her under the covers before getting changed and joining her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, soon drifting off to sleep with her cradled in his arms.

[saint-eridell]

TdMo fluff/smut drabble

Oh boy. First post on the new blog.

This is loosely based on the yakuza AU @the-angriestpineapple​, @deadassqueeraf​ and I have been writing. It’ll definitely get expanded at some point, but someone on our main server decided to poke my brain and this fell out. Unbeta’d, we die like men (which means it’ll take forever to get to my AO3, womp womp).

4.1k; Yakuza AU. Shouto and Momo are married, all characters are in their mid-twenties. Story building, lots of fluff, smut toward the end. No major content warnings.

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It was fairly common for Shouto to wake up for work incredibly early in the morning. His office didn’t technically open until eight, but he was sometimes out the front door at least an hour and a half before that to account for surprise traffic and coffee lines. The unusual part was Shouto waking up incredibly early for two, nearly three weeks straight: every morning, seven days a week, the same chime playing before the sun had even remotely touched the bedroom curtains.

By the end of the third week Momo’s patience had worn down to a wispy sliver pulled taught as a piano string. She’d anticipated her own irritation upon going to sleep the night prior, but hearing Shouto’s alarm go off just before five in the morning pulled what remained of her patience until it snapped with a force that surprised her even in her post-sleep delirium. Her eyelids flew open as she felt Shouto roll over behind her, grunting while he fumbled for his phone to turn off the alarm. She didn’t move with him or indicate she was awake, instead letting him sit up and stretch himself awake in silence as she stared at the dark wall across from her side of the bed.

The mattress dipped soundlessly behind her as Shouto leaned into her to press a tender peck to her cheek, her eyes only barely closing before he leaned into view of her features. He hovered for a moment before a warm fingertip brushed a lock of dark hair off her temple and behind her ear. “I love you,” he whispered, soft and reverent like he never was anywhere else, before sliding away with practiced grace, leaving Momo alone in the bed as he stumped off to take a shower and ready himself for the day.

She grinned into her pillow. Despite the obtuse block of wood that Shouto could be, his tender side was something Momo would never be over and she was a terribly lucky woman for having to all to herself. She loved him beyond the point of finding words to describe it.

Once Shouto left the bedroom, she slowly lurched out of the bed and set herself into motion. She didn’t have to be awake that early on a day off, but she’d resolved the moment her eyes opened that she was going to get a break from that goddamn alarm, no matter what it took. The first step was getting herself ready - a drawn out shower to ensure Shouto had already left the house when she got out, the expensive hair serum she saved for big occasions, clean makeup with a shiny cherry lip and a hint of a sharp jet-black wing. Her hair was blow-dried into a long, flat sheet that hung against the back of the tight red cardigan she plucked from a dresser drawer, along with a dark gray tweed skirt that danced around her hips in loose petal-shaped pleats.

With everything seemingly in place, Momo gave herself a once-over in the floor length mirror that hung next to her dresser. She turned sideways, tracing the curve of her backside where it blotted out a hill of light emanating from her bedside table. Her hands smoothed over the skirt’s intricately woven tweed, the two silver rings on her hand catching the dim light against the dark contrast of the skirt fabric. Her smile returned, soft and genuine. He was caught in that same work rut again. She had do something drastic to break the cycle, and this seemed drastic enough to her.

“Damn, you look good,” she muttered to herself for an extra confidence boost before heading off for the kitchen to caffeinate for the day. Mina was going to be so proud of her.

Lunch was an easy affair to sort. They’d prepared daytime meals ahead of time, a habit Shouto had gotten her into that quickly became a staple of the very limited time they got to spend with each other during the week. That day’s boxes got tucked into a small lunch box lined with cold packs (of course he’d forgotten to grab his lunch again; Momo was going to smack him across the side of the head) along with two melon sodas before she set off for her car. Dinner was already in the slow cooker, the house was immaculate to a level that had to make him chill out, and Momo’s assistant was ready to cover her “sick leave” for up to a couple of days by the time she set off for his office. Perfect. So far, everything was going to plan.

Shouto’s office sat in the middle of a sleek street near the city’s financial district. The block was lined with shiny black mirror glass on both sides, the sidewalk below dotted with an equal mix of suit-clad businessfolk and minimum wage workers husting to their next bus stop. Momo navigated through them to park underneath Shouto’s office building before making her way into the parking level’s elevator, her heels clinking against the concrete that surrounded her until she was encased in steel.

Shouto’s suite occupied the entire top floor of the building. Momo tapped the last button on the panel just inside the lift’s sliding door and waited patiently as it lurched upward, not stopping until she’d arrived at the very top. She snorted quietly. Had he rigged the panel to go directly to his floor when prompted?

His receptionist - Ayame, right - was busy hammering away at her keyboard when Mono sauntered into the waiting area. Her tall boot heels heralded her arrival in staccato taps against the white marble floor, loud enough to get Ayame’s attention, who popped up with a surprised gasp before jolting to her feet. “Ahh, sorry Mrs. To-”

“Momo, please,” she cut in before the receptionist could finish. “I’m not here on official business.” She bumped her hip against the lunch box held at her side. “Just dropping off lunch. Making sure he hasn’t keeled over yet. The usual.”

Ayame sighed in relief, a hand clutched to her chest. “Oh thank goodness,” she breathed. “I thought I’d missed a meeting reminder or something.”

Momo frowned slightly. The poor thing looked like she was about to keel over herself. Her eyes were half-mooned with pale gray circles that pressed too hard into her skin for someone fresh out of college. She’d been working just as hard as Shouto, then. Momo would have to talk to him about remembering that not everyone is a semi-human work machine. For now… “Why don’t you take a couple hours for lunch?” she said softly, offering Ayame an encouraging smile. “Grab some coffee and take a walk around the park. You look like you haven’t breathed fresh air in days.”

Ayame’s surprise and relief were both palpable. She blinked, glancing at her boss’ closed office doors. “I don’t think I should,” she replied quietly. “His lunch hour is about to start, and there are meetings scheduled within the two hours afterward…” She blinked hard, a lightbulb seemingly popping to life between her ears. “I’ll route all calls to my work phone and take a picnic lunch. I’ll be back no earlier than 1:45.”

Momo checked her watch. It was 12:15. “Excellent.” She flashed Ayame a brilliant smile on the way toward the double doors leading into Shouto’s office. “Thank you. Really. I’ll make sure he knows how far out of your way you’re going.”

Ayame snorted quietly, her purse already hung over a shoulder. “You know me,” she replied cheekily. “I work to the bone for my paycheck. This really is the worst, let me tell you.”

Momo laughed in return. She waited for the elevator to close before reaching for the door knobs in front of her, unwilling to let anything else distract them. There was no reason for anyone else to be on that floor for the following hour and a half. Until 1:45, Shouto was hers. She twisted one knob and leaned her weight forward to push the door open, only to jump in surprise when it bumped against the sole of a shoe on the other side.

Shouto blinked back at her through the crack between the door and its frame, too stupid cute for his own good as he visibly tried to parse out what was happening. Momo had known him for over a decade at that point and he’d only gotten cuter over time. Good God, how was he even human? “Uh, hi,” he said, his confusion apparent. He peered around her toward the back of Ayame’s desk. “Did I hear the elevator twice?”

“Yep.” Momo didn’t give him time to investigate. She held the lunch box up and put it between them as she walked forward to make him focus on taking it from her hands while she closed the door behind herself. “Your receptionist is on lunch break and you left yours at home.”

It worked. He took the lunch box and gave her room by stepping back, smiling the whole time. “Thank you, Momo,” he said, eyeing the container with obvious elation. “I would have just had something delivered when I realized it was missing. You didn’t have to come all the way up here just to give me this.”

“Of course I did.” It was a casual day with nothing major planned as far as she knew, but Shouto was still dressed like he was going to meet a room full of politicians. His dove gray button up was rolled to the elbows, the rest of him all clean pressed lines and well tailored hems that hid what she knows to be a deceptively lithe frame. Under the expensive business drag, Shouto was built like an endurance runner. She smoothed her hand over the seam where his neck and shoulder met on the way to press a soft kiss to his mouth. He pulled in a sharp little breath through his nose, but immediately relaxed under her touch as the breath came out in a slow stream. She pushed everything she wanted to say out loud into that one brief kiss - you’re safe, it’s okay, you can relax. It seemed to get the message across, because Shouto’s hands were on her waist just a few seconds later as he eagerly returned the tenderness offered to him.

They pulled back before the contact became anything but chaste. Momo offered him an innocent smile, even as she lingered in his space and played with the pressed edges of his shirt lapel. “Take your lunch break. Please.”

Shouto’s gaze fell to the meager space between them, grip loose and gentle over the points of her hip bones. He looked so… tired. What could have possibly been weighing on him hard enough to make him physically slump over? Did she really want to know, especially if it had anything to do with his “ side jobs”?

“Okay.”

He tilted his head up again, and when he met her eyes again his flickered with sadness. “I’m sorry.”

Momo slipped her arms around his neck to pull him the rest of the way toward her and into a tight hug, their fronts seamed together from the collar down. He clinged back, snaked around her waist like he was afraid she would melt through the floor. That wouldn't do. “Don’t apologize,” she murmured back into the side of his head, her fingers snaking up through his hair on the other side to soothe his scalp with her nails. “You’re doing your job. It’s not your fault things are busy.”

“That doesn’t excuse neglecting you.” He stepped back again, taking the lunch box with him on the way to a massive wood desk sitting in front of the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows. “My lunch hour is all yours. It doesn’t make up for being so spacy the last few weeks, but I hope it’s a start.” He sets the container down on the desk to open it and unpack their lunch, but Momo quickly follows him and pushes his hands flat against the lid.

“Wait.”

He was still thinking too much, dammit. Shouto did as requested and went still under her touch while she scooted their lunch out of the way and rounded the desk in three long, slow strides. He tracked her every step, confusion warring with a spark of desire Momo fully intended to cultivate as she slid into his personal space again and nudged him back into his chair. He landed in the seat with a grunt and a quiet thump while Momo perched herself on the very edge of his desk in front of him.

“I thought you were coming by to have lunch,” he said plainly, a faint smirk edging across his mouth when Momo’s face pinched into a frown. He was needling back, the bastard. He’d already keyed into what was happening and was playing coy just to get back at her. Fine. At least he wasn’t thinking about work.

She nodded back. “That’s still happening.” Her hands gripped the edge of his desk on either side for leverage as she scooted up to take her weight off her feet, bumping his shin playfully but gently with the toe of a shoe on her way up. Her knees had been pressed tightly together until she hopped up, but once she was seated she let them widen until they were held reasonably wide without being too obscene. Her loose skirt pooled around her lap and across the span of desk between her spread thighs, effectively curtaining any direct view. If this didn’t get him out of work-brain, nothing short of a fan dance with tax forms would.

Luckily, it didn’t come down to burlesque with office supplies. Shout followed the shift of her knees with a slackened jaw, hunger building in his narrowed gaze and the fingers that tightened around the arms of his chair as he pushed himself up to his feet. His desk only increased their height difference by an inch or so, but it felt like he towered over her as his hands found her shoulders and pulled her into another kiss. The suggestion seemed to have gotten his head into the game; the faint edge of teeth pressing into her lower lip parted them and he groaned in appreciation as a callused hand smoothed itself over her lower back.

She hadn’t exactly chosen this life. It was unsaid knowledge that they would end up together before either of them could have even understood the concept. Truthfully, neither of them had been left with much choice. But as he pulled her onto the edge of the desk again in one smooth tug, seaming their laps together so quick it left her breathless, Momo couldn’t help the fondness that swelled in her chest. God, was she lucky to have ended up with him. Under all the coldness and professionalism and deeply-rooted anxiety was a man too kind and sensitive for the ugly world he’d been born into. If she hadn’t been the one “convenient” enough to use as a power consolidation move, would she have ever seen that tender side of him?

They’d barely found a rhythm between their mouths when Shouto broke away to hover at the side of her neck, just a breath away from her pulse. She jumped at the ghost of his breath over her skin, which she quickly realized was just a distraction as Shouto pushed his hands under the tulip hem of her skirt, palms flat to her bare thighs. “Bastard,” she grumbled as she stomped on the urge to squirm. He kept his office ice cold, which meant his fingers were usually about the same temperature in concentrated form.

She could feel his smirk against her neck as his hands trailed further up her thighs. She felt his fingertips poke into her abdomen, right at the bare seam where her hip and thigh met, and when he paused to groan quietly against her skin the urge to squirm became too much. “You planned this out,” he rumbled.

Momo circled her painted nails over the back of his neck. “Indeed,” she admitted while she toyed with the clipped strands at his hairline. “Down to the contingencies.”

He hummed again, deep and low in his chest, the rumble echoing through her as she clung to him harder. His hands were no longer frigid against her when they slid even further up, a comfortably familiar set of puzzle pieces that fit snug against the seams just below the points of her hips. When he met nothing but more bare skin, it hit some kind of switch in him because Shouto dipped to kiss her again with a newfound urgency, his grip tightening at the pads of his fingers until Momo wriggled against the pressure.

When he let go, it was only to slip down to his knees and tug her own over his shoulders. The bell shape of her skirt tented almost comically over his head as his arms bracketed her thighs against his ears, obscured until he audibly huffed and paused to shove the offending garment up toward her stomach.

Momo snorted as her skirt was abruptly jammed upward. “Easy down there,” she chided gently. “I like this ski-”

Her heatless protest was cut off by a sharp inhale as an impossibly hot tongue drags a long, agonizing line up the length of her exposed slit. Just as quickly, any thought she had to preserve her skirt flew out the window. He could have ripped it off her for all she cared (though logic screamed from somewhere in the void that that would be a terrible idea). A near save of throwing an arm back prevented her from losing her balance and falling back against the desk, the heel of her palm landing with a loud thud. His shoulder nudged her leg up far enough for her boot to find his chair and she eagerly took the leverage, his shoulder effortlessly holding the other leg wide.

He set into her like a man starved. It was all Momo could do to sit back and let him ravage her with only his mouth: reflex dictated she navigate them to the floor and re-position herself above his mouth until she was satisfied he’d decompressed enough. As it were, he drank in the praise that bubbled from her with quiet groans and subtle arches of his head into the fingers she had tangled through his hair, set on his task with an intense focus that had Momo nearly falling apart at the seams in what felt like moments.

When his lips locked around her core, there was no way she could have held herself up even if she wanted to. She dropped back to the top of the desk as gently as she could as Shouto nudged her hips upward, splaying her knees even wider than she’d been holding them over the edge of the desk. She buried her face in the crook of a sweatered elbow just in time to muffle the wail he tore out of her as he latched around her again with two warm, thin fingers sunk down to the hilt.

Momo had been on her fingers for long enough that being touched by someone else nearly sent her over the edge. Shout seemed to read her tensing up accurately and withdrew before she could fully commit to her orgasm, leaving her dangling on the edge until she sucked in a breath and forced herself back. When Shouto moved to stand, her sudden scowl only deepened. “What the fuck?” she breathed, but her confusion evaporated the moment she saw his hands go for his belt buckle.

Oh. Oh.

He was on her again before she could fully process the transition. Somewhere off the edge of the desk his belt jingled as he shoved his slacks down toward his knees, his once neatly tucked in shirt a rumpled mess against her skirt where it pooled around her stomach. Their lips sealed together hard enough for Momo to feel it against her teeth, a hand supporting the back of her neck when Shouto buried himself inside her with one hard, seemingly blind thrust.

God, that level of competency shouldn’t be possible, let along legal. Momo wailed again into their open mouths, the noise all but swallowed by Shouto as he allowed her a solitary second to breathe, then moved straight into a demanding pace that had her writhing under the intensity. Their hands tangled together on the way up to either side of her head, where the backs of her hands were unceremoniously pinned down as he fucked her hard enough to make the desk creak under them both.

Obscenities and even more obscene noises echoed around the otherwise silent office as they both approached their climaxes. Shouto looked like he was about to either pass out or fall apart at the seams; Momo encouraged him toward the latter by wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her lower half off the desk to let him go as deep as he could and holy shit she didn’t know he could go that deep. Neither of them lasted more than a few seconds, Shouto bottoming out with a guttural moan that stuttered with his hips. Momo followed him as soon as she felt him fill her from what felt like the core out, her back arched up off the desk in a sharp crescent with Shouto desperately panting into her neck as she warbled out his name.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This was the man she’d fallen for, not the exhausted log she’d greeted at the office door. She couldn’t see his face but she could feel him smiling against her neck, his breaths coming in short bursts that fanned over her throat as he clung to her. “I love you,” he murmured between breaths. “So much. Gonna be better to you, promise. More of this, less of this morning.”

His hands have already begun to wander despite his bearings still clearly being scattered, soothing down her sides and circling her shoulders and seeking out every spot that makes her melt as she slumped against the desk, struggling for her own breath. Even while exhausted and strung out of his mind, Shouto still instinctively nurtured others before himself. The world really was too cruel of a place for people like him.

“It’s not a set of checkboxes,” she reminded gently. Her manicured nails dragged matching paths up the back of his head from hairline to crown, tilting his head into the center of her bosom. Shouto rolled with the touch and settled into her chest, his hands coming to a rest at her sides once she began idly circling through his hair. “It’s the effort that counts. I love you too. I’m not mad, promise. I just miss you.”

Shouto tilted far enough to peer up at her, mismatched eyes still hazy when they found hers from somewhere around the top of her covered cleavage. She hugged him into her chest tighter as it ballooned with fondness again. He hadn’t pulled out yet; he had no right to be that cute. “Let me get through one more call and then we can go home together,” he suggested. “Maybe we can make dinner and watch a movie or something.”

“That sounds great,” she replied before Shouto could have a moment to doubt himself. She beamed down at him, confident and assuring. “But first I think you might want to, uh…”

Shouto’s eyes darted to where their hips were still locked together and jumped with a quiet gasp. “Sorry.” He slowly backed himself away until he was completely free in one slow, almost agonizing slide, Momo’s knees closing within moments so she could haul herself upright and begin adjusting her sweater hems.

“Has anyone told you you’re incredibly handsome lately?”

Shouto froze midway through buttoning his fly with a little choked noise. She watched his eyes widen slightly as he stared at the carpet, his cheeks a slightly deeper pink than they had been when they separated. “Yes,” he said back with surprising certainty. “But it’s still nice to hear.” The smile he shot back at her was disarming to a concerning level, and Momo felt her own cheeks deepen when he fixed her with it.

Bastard.

[shuotaizawa]

haw yee if you post / reblog bnha, kimetsu no yaiba, bungou stray dogs, or haikyuu in general; pls like this post <3

and if you don’t mind being moots.... 👉🏻👈🏻✨

[vizzy740]

I need an ship.

I'll write a drabble for whichever is chosen in approximately, like, a week?

I can definitely promise it'll be done b4 Halloween.

[klarolincs]

too busy being yours.

Momo Yaoyorozu and Shouto Todoroki's perfect relationship becomes strained when Shouto's suddenly strange behavior makes Momo start doubting their love.

Todomomo + brief/implied Huwumi |oneshot • rated T • 4.2k|

Everything had been perfect in their life together until suddenly it wasn’t.

It all started with a crash, literally.

ao3

The living room was quiet. Momo had dozed off on their red couch, having failed her midnight vigil, when Shouto struck the tea table with enough force to push it a few inches forward and swore loudly. With the quick reflexes expected from a top Pro Hero, Momo instantly jolted up from her sleep, turned on the lamp beside her, and looked up, weapon at the ready.

After her eyes adapted properly to the light, she realized it was only Shouto and immediately relaxed her stance.

He was crouched over the table, wincing in pain. He pulled himself together, face settling back into its usual blank expression. Shouto returned the table to its original place and approached his girlfriend.

“Mo, I didn’t see you there,’’ he stated. Looking at anything but her eyes, he fixed a stray red hair behind his ear in an instinctive movement. “I thought you were… on patrol.’’

She looked up at him, arching her brow slightly. He knew her schedule perfectly. Shouto looked at her face and bent down over the couch, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, so unlike their usual slow kisses that she would’ve thought she had imagined it, were it not for the soft expression on his face. As he stepped back and straightened up, Momo couldn’t help but think he looked immensely skittish for someone that was usually so composed. She frowned, realizing he was hiding something.

She cleared her throat. “Where are you going? I had thought that—er… you know, since we haven’t been able to see each other often as of late, we could have a night to ourselves. Dinner perhaps, or a movie night—or… or both. But since that hasn’t panned out, maybe we can just cuddle for a bit instead?’’

Shouto frowned at her words, a sad expression taking over his face that he hid quickly. “Oh, it’s… I can’t.’’ He cleared his throat, still avoiding the eyes. “I’m going out with the—er... guys, yes.’’ A thoughtful expression overtook his face for a moment. Then he added in a firm tone, “Izuku needs some advice.’’

Momo pursed her lips. Shouto Todoroki loved cuddling, and he had never before rejected an offer to cuddle. In fact, he was the one to suggest it more often than not.

For someone with an infamously stoic demeanor, Shouto Todoroki was an awful liar. His stance was stiff, his words didn’t sound right, and she noticed a thin layer of frost appearing on his right hand. Everything indicated he was nervous about something.

Momo opened her mouth to talk, but she was stopped by the soft almost smile he reserved just for her. Instead, he said, “I hope you can forgive me. But Tenya said it was imperative for me to go, as Izuku’s really in need of our…’’ He struggled to find the word. “Guidance. We can spend time together another day. I can take a day off,’’ Shouto offered, his lips tightening.

Momo’s expression clouded with concern. “It’s okay, my love. I understand,’’ she said, eyes briefly downcast in evident disappointment.

Shouto, usually very keen on his girlfriend’s emotions, failed to recognize her disappointment; instead, he was still looking everywhere but at her face. He crouched down and, with a soft sigh, kissed the top of her head before leaving the house as quickly as he had come.

His appeasement did nothing to calm her in the aftermath of his hasty departure. A dreadful sensation took root in her, growing like a vine from the pit of her stomach through her torso to finally settle roughly inside her chest. Her hand touched her navel with some pressure as stray malicious thoughts won over her rational side. Why had Shouto been lying? Was he mad? Why was he so eager to get out of their house? He hadn’t even said goodbye properly.

Momo’s stomach churned at the thought that he was deliberately avoiding her. Was he bored with their quiet nights in? Why had it seemed like he was sneaking out? Insecurity she had kept deeply hidden for a long time suddenly overwhelmed her. Worst still, was he really going out to see Izuku-kun and Tenya-kun?

He wouldn’t lie to her about that, surely? He loved their nights in. He had said as much multiple times, even to Izuku-kun and Natsuo-kun. His brother had even teased her about it— “Momo-san, I have to say, it doesn’t even surprise me anymore when my brother cancels our nights out with ‘Yumi because you invited him to cuddle!’’

She tried her best to stop her thoughts from spiraling out of control, but she couldn’t forget them completely.

Getting up from the couch, she walked towards their room, determined to sleep and forget about her insecurity.

Yet, Momo was unable to sleep, her head too full of the image of Shouto lying to her.

It was many hours later that Shouto finally entered the room and got into their bed. When he hugged her from behind, nuzzling her hair, and immediately fell asleep after kissing the side of her head, she couldn’t help but notice how he smelled faintly different.

Slowly, a tear slipped from her eye, then another and another. Her sadness continued through the night until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

In the morning, Momo went to her scheduled patrol as usual, which gave her a much-needed distraction from her personal issues. She loved Hero's work and usually tackled her duties with intense focus.

A few hours later, everything had been sorted out, leaving Momo with only paperwork to complete. Mid-way through finishing her reports, she found herself thinking back on how it had all begun.

Four years ago, Momo had been offered numerous internships just after graduation. One of the most intriguing offers she had came from Hawks’ Hero Agency. They wanted her specifically due to her incredible record at UA and, as Hawks himself said, the fierce determination in her eyes when he saw her TV Commercial with Uwabami. It turned out that, after a conversation with Majestic, who had always vouched strongly for her ability in each one of the Hero Galas, Hawks had made up his mind. He offered her an internship to work for him in person. At that time, Shouto, too, had been offered an internship by Hawks and had accepted to spite his father.

Having known each other since UA, they naturally gravitated towards each other. The secret soft spot they had for one another gradually developed into a closer relationship that ended up with them sharing an apartment close to Hawks’ Agency. Inevitably, their closeness and chemistry led to a romantic relationship.

She shook her head in the midst of remembering their first years after graduation. A good Hero couldn’t allow personal issues to interfere with their job performance. The mere fact that Momo was in a relationship with Shouto was already a complication for the Human Resources Department. Furthermore, allowing this issue to interfere with her work would be an insult to Hawks, who had been very kind to allow their relationship in the workplace; he very well could’ve fired one or both of them.

(“I was always a sucker for both of you together! Though, it was very distracting to see your pining. I’ll allow it.’’ The Wing Hero winked at them.

“We didn’t ask your opinion, though,’’ answered Shouto, stoic-faced.

“Shouto!’’ Momo reproached gently.

Hawks just laughed loudly.)

She couldn’t betray Hawks’ confidence by allowing her issue to interfere with her work. She pushed all thoughts of Shouto blatantly lying to her to the back of her mind.

A few hours later, she finished all the paperwork from her morning patrol and prepared to go home. Shouto would be ending his scheduled patrol soon. Momo was thinking about how they could finally spend some time together when a ping came from her phone.

Momo unlocked it to see a text from her boyfriend.

(19:30) Shou: I won’t be able to come home early. Got caught up on patrol, something went wrong and Hawks asked for my help afterward. Don’t wait up, Mo.

Momo frowned after reading it but immediately texted back.

(19:31) Momo: It’s okay, Shou. Be careful, please. I love you.

(19:32) Shou: I love you too.

Trying to put any doubt she had about her relationship aside, she locked the door to her office and turned to come face-to-face with Fuyumi-san.

Upon noticing her presence, the white-haired Todoroki approached her and gave her a hug in greeting. They both pulled back with smiles on their faces.

“Hello, Fuyumi-san.’’

“Momo-chan! I saw you were still here and decided to say hi. Would you like to eat something with me at the coffee shop down the street?” In seeing the smile that so strongly resembled Shouto’s on his sister’s face, Momo was once again reminded of her favorite Todoroki. “Only if you’re free, though. I can’t forget how selfish my brother can be with his Momo-chan time,’’ she teased.

“It’s alright. He’s patrolling right now with Hawks,’’ Momo assured. At Fuyumi’s confused expression, she clarified, “they... got caught up in something, and Hawks needed his help.’’

Fuyumi’s usually serene expression changed to a deep frown. “But I was just with Hawks. I left him because he had pape—paperwork to do...“ she said as a blush covered her cheeks, “But I can assure you that he wasn’t with Shouto, much less at a patrol gone wrong.’’

The awful feeling from last night came back and hit Momo with full force.

Forcing the negative thoughts away, Momo smiled and suggested helplessly, “Maybe he’s with Izuku-kun and Tenya-kun. Sometimes they find each other and get carried away.’’ After saying that, a sudden thought came to her mind, “Though, he was with them yesterday until very late at night…’’

Her thoughts were interrupted by Fuyumi-san’s confused voice, “Momo-chan, Iida-kun and Midoriya-kun were at my house yesterday for tea with Natsuo.’’ She immediately looked at Momo and upon seeing her concerned demeanor, calmed her expression. “But he must’ve seen them afterward. They left my house earlier than usual,’’ she added, giving Momo a reassuring smile.

Despite Fuyumi’s assurances, disappointment filled her. So, it was true, then, everything she had been thinking and trying naively to deny. When he said ‘he was going out with the guys’, he had been lying.

Momo stood unmoving and felt incredibly numb for a moment. Unbidden tears started streaming down her face, and Momo, without a word, ran from Fuyumi straight towards the door. Hastily grabbing her coat from the rack, she left the agency.

“Momo-chan, wait!’’ Fuyumi called after her, but she was already gone.

Back in his office, Hawks looked up from the paperwork as his phone pinged.

(19:55) Fuyumi♡: Are you with Shou? He told Momo-chan he was with you on patrol. I may have told her you weren’t with him :o. He also told her he was with Midoriya-kun and Iida-kun yesterday...

Hawks rubbed his chin thoughtfully, contemplating the strangeness of Fuyumi’s text. Even though he was sure he’d scheduled someone else for patrol duty that day, he double-checked for the youngest Todoroki’s name.

He hadn’t assigned Shouto to patrol that evening.

(19:56) Hawks: Shouto’s patrol ended at 19:00. And I’m pretty sure Midoriya and Iida were having tea with your other brother at our home yesterday.

(19:57) Fuyumi♡: Why would he lie? He’s such a very bad liar. And he MUST know that. Every Todoroki is, even Father.

(19:57) Hawks: I don’t honestly know what’s on his mind. But why would he lie to Yaoyorozu-san?

Kyouka Jirou had been writing a new song she had stuck in her head for quite some time when there was a frantic knocking on the door. She got up and opened it immediately.

Opening the door, she rolled her eyes at the impatience. “Hey, I’m opening. Jesus Christ, sto—,’’ she interrupted herself upon looking up and seeing Momo’s tear-stained face, ’’What’s wrong, Momo?’’

Yaoyorozu sobbed. “Do you thi—’’ she cleared her throat lightly, fighting through her tears, “—think Shouto would be seeing another person, Kyouka-chan? Am I too boring? Am I not enough?’’

Kyouka’s lips pursed, and she ushered her friend into her house. It was disheartening to see her friend looking so lost. Kyouka guided her to the couch, where Momo immediately sat down and hugged the Hearing Hero for comfort.

With her friend settled, Kyouka Jirou finally processed Momo’s question. At first, the idea seemed preposterous. She took pride in her perspicacity. She’d always been very keen on matters of the heart, and she’d noticed the undeniable attraction between Shouto and Momo since their UA years. As Momo’s best friend, Kyouka had seen their relationship progress from awkward mutual pining to even more awkward flirting in the workplace to disgustingly cute dating, until they’d finally reached a relationship so domestic that they were practically a married couple in all but name.

Ashido Mina, their mutual friend from UA, had been an avid enthusiast of Momo and Shouto’s relationship, even daring to call them actual soulmates. Despite her usual skepticism, Kyouka couldn’t say she disagreed with the sentiment. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that Shouto and Momo were made for each other.

Even though Todoroki Shouto had never been very social, Kyouka developed a soft spot for him after seeing just how much he loved her friend. And she couldn’t possibly imagine him cheating on his precious Momo.

Kyouka cleared her throat. “I don’t think Todoroki-kun would cheat, Mo. What made you believe he would?’’

Momo relayed everything that had happened in the past two days: his awfully skittish behavior, late-night excursions, and blatant lies.

Kyouka’s expression turned sour after hearing all that the tear-stained Momo told her about the Half and Half Hero’s strange behavior. They hugged each other until Kyouka pulled back and cleared her throat.

“I don’t know what possessed Shouto-kun to lie like this, Mo. But I can’t deny it’s obvious that he loves you a lot. It’s ridiculously plain to see, even though he’s not exactly the most expressive person,’’ Kyouka said truthfully.

Momo just sobbed at her friend’s word. She had been very sure of that too until two days ago. And she couldn’t deny that she’d always been plagued by insecurity.

That night, she slept over at Kyouka’s house. 

In the morning, she created an extra set of clothes for work with her quirk. Before leaving Kyouka’s house, she told Ochako and Mina over the group chat about her suspicions. They had echoed what Kyouka had initially told her, and Momo wished, more than anything, that her friends were correct.

When she arrived at the Agency for her evening patrol, Shouto was already there. He saw her enter her office and went over to her immediately to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Mo,’’ he said softly, a slight smile on his face, “sorry for not greeting you before... I didn’t want to wake you. You seemed so peaceful.’’

Tears threatened to spill past the dam she’d locked her worries behind. She hadn’t slept at their house. Why was he lying this way?

She forced a smile onto her face. “It’s fine, Shou.’’

At that moment, Hawks walked past her office, and Shouto briefly kissed her cheek once more before catching up to the Wing Hero to talk to him.

Momo, still at her desk, watched the two of them walk off. So Shouto hadn’t come home last night, and he had lied about it. Was he truly cheating on her? She had always prided herself on her intellect and deductive skills, but for once, she wished she’d been wrong.

Suddenly feeling utterly alone, she turned to her friends for comfort.

(14:00) Momo: He’s cheating. He just lied straight to my face. He said he didn’t wake me up because I looked peaceful. And I didn’t sleep at our place, I slept at Kyouka’s.

A response came immediately.

(14:00) Kyouka: I can’t believe this! Momo, you deserve better than some lying little... mess.

(14:01) Mina: Why would he do that? Todomomo is… I can’t even say it. I don’t believe in love anymore! :’(

(!4:03) Kyouka: Mina, be serious. He’s a lying mess.

(14:03) Mina: I'm very serious, Kyouka-chan. I'm the Queen of Seriousness right now. I can’t believe in love anymore after this...

(14:04) Ochako: i never thought shou-kun would do something like dis :(.

(14:06) Momo: It's... I will give him an out. He doesn’t have to be with someone he doesn’t love anymore.

Momo dreaded the inevitable. After a week, Shouto still acted as if everything were normal, but he still came home late, acted very suspiciously, and was very obviously lying all the time.

On Sunday, it all reached its breaking point when Momo came home late to find their home empty. The dam holding back her tears broke. All the hope she had been carrying for salvaging their relationship came crashing down all of a sudden and thus she prepared to confront him about his lies.

Shouto Todoroki had always been the most capable student in class. Not only was he an excellent person, with an extremely powerful quirk, he was also very popular amongst people—even crowned the Hottest Male Hero Of The Year two years in a row, much to Bakugou-kun’s utter outrage—and one of the most beloved heroes despite his aloof personality. Meanwhile, Momo Yaoyorozu had always just been… Momo Yaoyorozu, weak and easily beaten. She had only her academics and nothing else; even that wasn’t enough, seeing how quickly she lost in the UA Festival.

Social media only served to heighten her insecurities. They echoed her sentiments: Why would the number 5 hero even think of being with Creati when he could have anyone in the world?

So when the door opened at almost 01:00 AM, and he came into their home, Momo approached him before he could say anything.

She cleared her throat to get his full attention. “I love you, Shouto, I truly love you very much.” Shouto opened his mouth to talk but she continued, “Just… let me finish, please.’’

He frowned but agreed all the same, gesturing for her to continue. 

“I’ve loved you since we were 17. I love you too much to continue tainting the memory of our love like this.’’ A sob escaped her as she, for the first time since this debacle started, cried in front of Shouto. His expression was now full of worry once he registered Momo’s words. He reached his hand to touch her shoulder, only for her to pull away from him. “If someone else makes you happier, you should be with them. My heart really can’t take all these lies anymore.”

Shouto blinked. Shock hit him at that moment. Momo thought he was lying... because he was... cheating on her? Fuyumi’s advice suddenly resurfaced in his mind: Little brother, lies, and deceit do more harm than good. And us, Todorokis, are very bad at hiding the truth. So it’s better if you avoid lying as much as you possibly can. It’s not good for you, nor the people around you. Keep that in mind, please.

“What? He blinked, perplexed. “How could you think there would be someone else, Momo?’’ Shouto asked, confusion noticeable in his tone, “I’m just… I was just…’’ He passed his hand over his face, conflicted about what to tell her exactly. He had been lying, yes, but the reason behind it was not what she assumed. Upon noticing her defeated expression at his prolonged silence, he decided to just forget about hiding the truth. “Fuck, I was…’’ he hesitated again, thinking about all his nights with Izuku and Tenya rehearsing what to tell her when the moment came. But looking at her now, the dread so present on her usually calm and happy face, he decided that forgoing all his carefully thought-out plans was a small price to pay to relieve her doubts. “You know what? It doesn’t matter how it happens,’’ he stated, resolution clear on his face.

He got down on one knee, brought out a little box from his pocket, and opened it to her.

She gasped. Set within the small velvet box was a diamond ring. It finally sunk in: he had been planning a proposal and choosing an engagement ring.

Shock gave way to relief, and she laughed at the absurdity of it all. Soon, her giggle evolved into a full laugh. He was just ring-shopping. He didn’t want to leave her. He wasn’t cheating. He just wanted to marry her. Shouto wanted to marry her. Her. 

Taking her laughter as a good sign, Shouto smiled.

Clearing his throat, he stated, plainly and simply, “I want to marry you, Momo.’’ Shouto sighed and continued, “I… want everything with you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done that caused you to doubt my love. It’s all my fault. I must have neglected you because I didn’t know how to do this properly. I’ve never been very good at talking. I asked Izuku and Tenya to help me prepare a proposal, pick out a ring, and look for a cat, which I’ve known you’ve wanted for a long time. I’m truly sorry for the harm I’ve caused you,’’ he apologized and she nodded, “But the point is… I truly want everything with you. I want to have a family together. I want to have children and—I know I didn’t have a good example of what a father should do, but I truly want to do good by you and by our children, should you want any. I promise to try my best and make sure you never have to doubt how much I love you. Because I truly do, Mo. I love you so much.’’

Shouto stopped talking when he heard a soft laugh coming from Momo. Looking at her, he noticed an unbelievably happy expression on her face—so different from her previously sorrowful appearance—which gave him immediate relief.

Shouto cleared his throat and continued, “I, too, have loved you since we were 17, and I will keep loving you for the rest of my life if you’ll allow me. Momo Yaoyorozu, would you do me the honor of becoming my beloved wife?’’

Momo nodded, too overwhelmed by happiness to speak. With a smile on his face, he rose from the ground and carefully slipped the ring onto her finger.

At the sight of her smile, he felt an irresistible urge to kiss her. His lips descended on hers and Momo sighed, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth as he deepened the kiss.

His right hand entangled in her hair while hers slid to his neck as they pulled each other closer. Shouto could still taste the now-dried tears on Momo’s face. His left hand cradled her face softly as he kissed away her tears. When she smiled, he reclaimed her lips, their tongues tangling for a moment as they languidly explored each others’ mouth until Momo pulled back slowly.

Her lips curved into a playful smile. “I accept becoming your wife, Shou. Would you do me the honor of becoming my dear husband?’’ She looked at him in the eyes.

Shouto nodded, kissing her once more on the cheek. “Of course I accept.” He smiled softly at her, then groaned.“Izuku and Tenya will be so disappointed in me that I managed to mess this up. Not only was all our planning completely useless, I even made my fiancé believe I was cheating on her.’’

Momo shook her head. “No, it was perfect, Shou. Because in the end, I’m marrying you, the love of my life,’’ she said with a blush.

She kissed his cheek again and chuckled at the bliss written over his face. Taking him by the hand, she guided him into their bedroom as he turned the living room’s light off behind her.

(03:00) Shouto: So...

(03:10) Tenya: Shouto-kun, it’s 3 AM.

(03:08): Izuku: ‘So’ what? How did it go?

(03:10) Shouto: Remember what I mentioned about this plan being complicated because I'm a bad liar? Momo thought I was cheating on her all this time...

(03:11) Izuku: …

(03:11) Izuku: WHAT?

(03:12) Izuku: SHE THOUGHT WHA—WHAT? HOW BADLY DID YOU  MESS THINGS UP, SHOUTO?

(03:13) Tenya: As one of your oldest friends, I must say I had faith for a minute in our plan, and I shouldn’t have. I didn’t think it would go this badly.

(03:14) Shouto: I told you I had trouble hiding my plan to her. She knows me too well.

(03:14) Izuku: WOW, I suddenly can’t believe Momo Todoroki will be the only Todoroki we respect in this household (I mean, hopefully… Did she say YES though?)

(03:16) Shouto: Bold of you to assume she will be Momo Todoroki when I'm planning to be Shouto Yaoyorozu instead. Indeed, she said yes.

(03:17) Tenya: Then it wasn’t such a bad plan indeed. Nevertheless, I will make sure to apologize to Yaoyorozu-chan for encouraging the lies in the proposal, we should’ve been better. Congratulations Shouto-kun!

[floof-reppu]

Unrequited

Momo fesses up about her relationship with Todoroki to Jirou, breaking her heart. Y/N ends up confessing to a heartbroken Jirou.

—

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore."

It was just a few minutes after classes had ended for the day, and everyone was preparing to leave. Jirou and Momo were in the corner of the classroom having a heated discussion.

Well, it wasn't heated until the raven-haired girl's outburst.

The amount of tension in the room seemed to grow from nothing to one hundred in less than a second. Almost everyone was watching and listening to see what was going on, minus the few who already left. Y/N stood near the girls but acted distracted.

"What do you mean, you can't do this anymore? I have no idea what you're talking about, Yaomomo!" Jirou's hands balled into involuntary fists at her sides. 

"I mean I'm done lying to you and saying that there's nothing going on between Todoroki and I," Momo started, standing up to look down slightly at the bewildered Jirou, "because we are more than just acquaintances, and more than just friends!

Because we are together now… as a couple."

A couple? Y/N thought to himself. Sure, the signs were there, especially after the events of the sports festival and final exams. But even he knew how much Jirou was infatuated with Momo. 

Especially since she goes to him for everything related to her woes.

"I've tried writing songs. A poem within a song. Anything that would convey how I feel. But…" Jirou trailed off. 

"But…?" Y/N crossed his arms.

"But none of them sound right for her. They're so generic, like… like something you could hear anyone say."

"Then why are you straining yourself to do this?"

"Because it's the only thing I'm good at…" Jirou twisted her jack with her finger, trailing off. "I'm not wealthy like she is, or as smart or as-"

Y/N put a hand on her shoulder.

"Relax, Jirou. If she really likes you, wouldn't she rather just hear it come out of your mouth?"

"You're right…" She smiled brightly at Y/N. "Thanks, Y/N. I'll find the perfect way to tell her."

That was all but true. Kyouka Jirou never did confess. And here she was now, a mess of mixed emotions. Jealousy directed at Todoroki was seething through her entire being, but the pain her heart felt was nothing that could be fixed with an apology, and the tears creeping down her face was a sure sign of that.

"I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"Just shut up. I don't- I don't need your pity!" Momo was cut off by Jirou's choked sobs before she nearly tripped over her own feet running out of the classroom. Only then did the intelligent, studious girl realize that Jirou harbored those kind of feelings for her.

"She… left her bag here…"

"I'll take it to her," Y/N went to Jirou's desk and swiftly took her school bag, going out into the hallway to look for the owner.

Only after walking around a few minutes did he hear the earphone jack girl sobbing in the bathroom. He didn't dare go in, of course, but he stood outside.

"Jirou…" 

She sniffled and tried to keep her composure as she responded.

"I thought that she liked me, Y/N. I really did…" The sound of toilet paper being torn off the roll resounded before Jirou continued, "We would always spend so much time together, telling each other everything, having fun with the girls…"

"But you never told her, did you? How you felt?"

Silence.

"I'm taking that as a no…" Y/N sighed. "I thought you told me you were going to find a way…"

"The best way was for her to decide on her own… I would've been a hindrance. I was scared that we wouldn't have been friends anymore."

"But you just made things worse on yourself, Jirou. You should have told her. None of this would have happened if you would have just confessed. Hell, maybe she did like you. But now you'll never know because you were too worried about whether or not you two would have been friends or not in the worse case scenario!"

"Why do you care so much?" She raised her shaky voice a little to emphasize her point.

Y/N had to choose his words carefully. But he wasn't going to say all of this to the empty hallway.

"If you want an answer, you have to come out of the bathroom and stand right in front of me."

…

The toilet flushed and Jirou came out, face red and eyes puffy from crying. 

"Now tell me why you care so much about me… about my life, about everything… why, Y/N?"

Y/N cleared his throat, which made Jirou raise her eyebrow in a 'well, come on' kind of look.

"Because I like you. A-As more than friends."

Not a word could describe the twisted expression on Kyouka Jirou's face. Was she disgusted? Not in the least. Surprised, maybe. But to say she never felt the same way about Y/N was blasphemy. 

"But Y/N, I'm not pretty like the other girls from our class, and my quirk isn't cool enough to brag on like-"

"You're right about one thing; you're aren't pretty. Because to me, you're beautiful. And who says quirks are everything? You have such a unique personality and so much talent, Kyouka."

"Y/N…" Jirou's cheeks dusted a light pink while he praised her; even her jacks turned a light shade of pink. "stop praising me like that…"

"Then tell me how you feel about me. I told you how I felt, didn't I? It's not like I've been planning to say something to you, but yet here we are…" 

"...it's not like there wasn't a time when I felt the same about you if that says anything, Y/N…" She looks up at Y/N, "but I'm not ready for an actual relationship… not after this."

"Then we don't have to be… you're free to take my confession or reject-"

"You didn't let me finish." Her jacks stood on end a little as she looks at him sternly. "I'm not completely ready for a relationship, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to give you a shot… because maybe my feelings will come back. I already feel like they are, kind of…"

"That's all I needed to hear, Kyouka."

"Just give me a few days to get over this. I'll bounce back whick, hopefully. I have a lot to think about now "

"Like what?"

"Like how I'll confess to you."

[teaplease1717]

Pieces of You - Drabble 2

Drabble 2: Gift for Honwaka

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto / Yaoyorozu Momo

Category: Fluff and Slice of Life

Rating: G

Art Link: https://twitter.com/honwaka_zz/status/1153324401296732161

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25935277/chapters/63692128#workskin

Thank you to 666-HyuugaNeji-999 and Emberstork for betaing this drabble.

This second piece is dedicated to the wonderful and amazingly talented Honwaka. I love all of Honwaka’s works, and it was so hard to choose which to write about. In the end, I decided on this fluffier piece to celebrate what would have been my wedding day (Aug 29th) if not for Covid.

Anyways, second try at present tense. Hope you enjoy this drabble that got way out of hand.

XXXXXX

“Todoroki-san?” 

Shouto looks up at the sudden sound of his name cutting through the music. His heart skips a beat.

“Yaoyorozu.”

Her expression brightens. “I thought it was you.” She looks around the almost empty subway platform. “Where are Midoriya-san and Bakugo-san? They intern with you as well, no?” 

She’s wearing a printed blue ruffled top and tight fitting skirt. A large, white bag hangs from her left shoulder. And her long, black hair is out of its usual high ponytail. It curls loosely down her back, shining faintly with the telltale signs of a fresh shower. 

She must have just gotten off of her internship as well, he realizes.

Shouto pulls his left headphone out of his ear as he turns to face her. “Midoriya promised his mom he’d go home for dinner, and I think Bakugo went somewhere with Kirishima and Kaminari.”

Yaoyorozu’s expression flickers in understanding. “Oh, I see.” Her white heels click against the grey tiled floor of the subway platform as she moves closer.

“In that case...” Yaoyorozu smiles up at him. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Shouto’s mouth feels dry. “We’re going to the same place."

She hums softly and then straightens, tucking her loose bangs behind her ear. “Still...I don’t want to be a bother if you wanted time for yourself.”

He shrugs with one shoulder, avoiding her eyes. 

“It's fine.” He swallows. His fingers tighten around the handle of his metal hero briefcase. “You’re never a bother."

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widen faintly. Then her mouth curves into a small, almost bashful smile that has his chest tightening. “Thank you, Todoroki-san. I’m – It makes me glad to hear that.”

Shouto feels warmth wrap in his chest, and he looks away as they lapse into silence.

He doesn’t understand why, but lately Yaoyorozu’s presence makes him feel strange. Not in a bad way, but – different. As if he is sinking and flying at the same time.

Shouto reaches up and rolls the loose headphone hanging in front of him between his fingertips. He really needs to remember to ask Midoriya if these feelings are a normal part of friendships or if he’s under the influence of some sort of quirk.

Sudden peals of laughter float down the platform, drawing him from his thoughts. Shouto looks over and watches as a group of girls step onto the platform, making their way closer. They are wearing high school uniforms from another school.

One of the girls catches sight of him, and then quickly turns to the others. They break out into giggles, murmuring quickly amongst each other as they pass. 

Shouto turns his head away and shifts slightly closer to Yaoyorozu. He can feel their eyes on him.

His jaw twitches. 

People have always gawked at him because of his scar or because he is the son of Endeavor, but lately their stares have been intensifying.

He glances down to watch Yaoyorozu rummage through her overly large bag and feels his annoyance lessen.

That is another thing that has happened recently: he can never stay angry for long when around her.

Yaoyorozu's expression suddenly lights up and she pulls out two energy bars.

"I knew I brought a couple." She looks back up to him, unaware of his earlier thoughts.

"Would you like one?" She holds out a bar to him. Her cheeks are still a little red.

Shouto stares at it for a moment before nodding. "Thanks," he says, taking it.

He unwraps the package and takes a bite.

The energy bar tastes like cashews and honey; perfect to replenish her lipids.

“How’s training going with Endeavor-san?” Yaoyorozu asks, once they finish. She licks her fingertips demurely.

He shrugs and crumples the wrapper in his hand. “It’s going.” 

There really isn’t much else to say.

The anger he still feels for his old man hasn’t entirely faded. It lingers like an ember in the back of his thoughts. And only when each day ends, does Shouto realize how it unconsciously strains him.

Still, he knows it is the right decision. If he wants to be a top hero, following the old man is the best option.

Yaoyorou looks up at him. "I'm glad." Sincerity glows in her dark eyes.

It makes him feel strange, like she is reading his soul. Shouto looks away and clears his throat, sliding his hand into his jean pocket.

“You’re - with Majestic?” he asks after a second, his voice hesitant.

She nods happily and Shouto feels instant relief that he got it right. 

“Yes.” Yaoyorozu straightens proudly. “It's been a very good experience. Majestic-san is a wonderful teacher and I’m learning a lot, but...” Shouto watches as she brings a hand up and yawns. “I’m so tired by the end of the day.”

Shouto feels his lips twitch up at the side. “Yeah, me too,” he admits.

Small vibrations shake the platform and a woman’s voice suddenly announces the arrival of their train over a loudspeaker. 

Shouto’s fingers tighten around the handle of his metal briefcase as the train stops in front of them.

The doors slide open and he follows Yaoyorozu into the car.

It’s almost empty. A few sleepy businessmen sit scattered on the otherwise vacant lime-green benches lining the walls of the compartment. Yaoyorozu moves to a free section and sits down, adjusting her bag on her lap.

Shouto drops into the seat next to her. He sighs as he places his suitcase on the floor, between his feet, before straightening and leaning back in the plastic seat.

The doors close with a ding, and the train rocks slightly as it pulls out of the station and towards U.A. Golden hues suddenly flood the compartment from behind his head as the train exits the underground station.

It is getting late. He pulls out his phone and clicks the power button.

Almost eight.

If it wasn’t the peak of summer it would already be dark.

He looks out the window; bright orange and red tones brush across the sky as the sun dips towards the cloudless horizon. Shifting, Shouto glances back towards Yaoyorozu as she covers another yawn.

He watches her absently hug her white bag closer.

The bag is stupidly large, and looks like it’s for groceries, but the fabric and blue lettering scrolled across the side make Shouto think it’s expensive.

Designer? It wouldn’t be surprising, Yaoyorozu is from a wealthy family after all. 

A tip of red peeks out from the top of the bag, catching Shouto’s attention. Realization strikes him. Is that what she keeps her hero outfit in?

It doesn’t seem the most practical, but he knows Yaoyorozu to always be practical. Shouto tilts his head back to stare blankly at the advertisements lining the opposite side of the compartment. 

Thinking about it, Shouto’s only ever seen her carry around a small shoulder bag before. She must need to bring a lot of stuff to and from school if she needs a bag that big. He knows women in general need more things to get ready then men. The bathroom he shares with his sister back at his family’s house is evidence of that.

“What are you listening to, Todoroki-san?”

Shouto blinks as her voice draws him out of his thoughts. He looks down at his phone. He forgot the music was still playing. 

Shouto taps the screen. The name of the band flashes across the top.

“BTS,” he reads.

Yaoyorozu’s expression brightens. She clasps her hands together. “Oh! To be expected of Todoroki-san,” she hums, her eyes turning into twinkling crescent moons. 

The air around him suddenly feels constricting.

Shouto looks away and clears his throat. “Uraraka told me to listen to them,” he forces out. His voice sounds tighter than usual.

"Well, I’m glad.” Yaoyorozu leans closer. “They’re one of my favorite bands. Which song of theirs is your favorite so far?” Her eyes glitter.

Shouto’s heart beats faster.

“I don’t know.” He looks back down at his phone and taps on the screen again. “I’ve only listened to their first couple of songs.”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widen marginally and her grin widens. “Let me know when you’ve listened to Black Swan - it’s my favorite from their newest album.”

Shouto hums, scrolling through his phone. He finds the name. He hasn’t listened to that one yet. Or he did, but wasn’t paying attention. “Sure.”

Yaoyorozu studies him for a moment before closing her eyes. Shouto looks up as she abruptly begins to sing. 

Her voice is a soft soprano.

“Do your thing. Do your thing with me now.”

The train suddenly feels empty, like it is just the two of them. 

“Do your thing. Do your thing with me now. What’s my thing? What’s my thing, tell me now…” 

Her eyes flutter open and she smiles up at him, her cheeks flushing abashedly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she almost whispers.

Shouto’s lips twitch. “Which one is that?” His voice is lower than usual to match hers.

Listening to Yaoyorozu sing feels like a secret; something intimate only for his ears. It makes his insides warm pleasantly – like the night of the Eniichi festival, when she had told him that she wasn’t just anybody. That she was his classmate and friend.

“It’s the main chorus from the song I just told you about, Black Swan.”  She ducks her head, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “I highly recommend it. It’s built around the quote by Martha Graham: A dancer dies twice – once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.”

“I see.” He reaches up and rolls the headphone hanging in front of him between his fingertips. His eyes meet hers and an idea strikes him.

“Here,” he says, picking up the headphone. “We can listen together.”

Yaoyorozu blinks and then her eyes widen as the red on her cheeks deepens. “Todoroki-san,” she gasps.

Shouto tilts his head to the side. He’s seen people share their headphones with one another before, and although he knows he isn’t the best at picking up on social cues, he doesn’t think he is overstepping on this one.

“You like them don’t you?” he presses, holding the headphone out towards her. “I’ll only listen if you listen with me.”

He watches Yaoyorozu’s expression flicker. He can see the mental gears in her head turning. Finally, she swallows and meets his eyes. “Are – are you sure?”

Shouto nods. Hesitantly, Yaoyorozu reaches out and her fingers brush against his as she takes the headphone. The brief contact shoots through him like an electric shock, and he swallows over a dry mouth. 

Yaoyorozu stares at him for a moment longer before sticking the headphone in her ear. Her eyes move back up to his, and she gives Shouto a small nod.

He looks back down at his phone and hits play. The sound of perhaps a piano and violins start. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

The chorus that she had sung earlier begins and dancers appear on the screen.

Shouto can see why Yaoyorozu likes the song. There is a certain classical element to it that fits her. 

He finds his attention drawn back to her as it plays. Her eyes are half closed and she sways slightly with the beat. Suddenly he knows that this will be his favorite song no matter what it sounds like.

Shouto glances away as the song ends and she lifts her head.

“How’d you like it?” Yaoyorozu asks. Her expression is intent as she studies him.

“It’s good.”

“Just good?”

“Yeah.” His lips twitch up at the side and he feels amusement curl in his chest. “Just good.”

Yaoyorozu puffs out her cheeks. “You’re teasing me now. Did you even listen to the meaning?”

No.

He had not.

Yaoyorozu sighs. “It's about passion for doing something you love and second chances. It's – I feel like I can relate a lot to the message,” she says, sitting back. Her hand reaches up to take out the headphone and Shouto realizes he doesn't want this – whatever this is – to end like this.

He leans forward. "Want to listen to it again?" he asks quickly.

Yaoyorozu pauses and quirks an eyebrow. "Sorry?”

Shouto swallows. His hand tightens around his phone. "Let's listen to the whole album. I'll pay attention this time." 

Yaoyorozu's expression flickers.

"And then I can tell you which song I like," he adds.

She has dark upturned eyes that appear almost black in the fading light. 

Yaoyorozu hesitates for a moment then gives him a small smile and nods. "Okay." 

XXXXXX

The sky is a dark canvas, brushed with blinking and flickering lights that dance like fireflies across the heavens. 

The train car is silent now. All the businessmen have shuffled off at various stops and now it's just the two of them. 

U.A. is at the end of the line.

Shouto glances up at the blinking sign above the automatic doors. Four stops to go. 

A weight suddenly settles against his right side. 

Shouto tenses at the abrupt contact and looks over sharply. 

Yaoyorozu’s body is slumped against his. Her breathing is quiet, eyes closed in the telltale signs of sleep. 

Shouto’s heart skips a beat and then several more as he watches her. He's never been this close to a woman before. And he wonders if the way his heart feels like it is going to burst out of his chest is normal or part of the quirk he may be under.

He swallows as his eyes trace up her nose to the dark lashes that rest like dark smudges against her slightly sun-kissed cheeks. There are dark circles under her eyes that he hadn’t noticed until now. He lets his body relax under her.

She must have overworked herself again.

A strange sense of pride wells up inside his chest that he can’t quite place. 

She always gives her best to everything she does. It makes her an excellent hero, and it’s one of the things he admires most about her.

The train rocks along the tracks, and Yaoyorozu’s head tilts slightly to the side to lie upon his shoulder. They are sitting so close now their faces nearly touch.

Shouto draws in a sharp breath. It was the wrong move.

She smells like jasmine and roses.

Shouto tears his gaze away to look determinedly down at the floor of the train, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He’s feeling uncomfortably hot.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, activating his quirk. 

Did she do this on purpose? He knows, even as he thinks it, that she didn't. 

She’s just tired. And the train and music lulled her to sleep. Besides, he was the one who suggested they listen to the songs together.

He takes a deep, steadying breath. When he feels in control, he glances back at Yaoyorozu.

She is entirely relaxed, her head resting on his shoulder. Light breaths ghost against his lips.

His hand curls into a tight fist on his thigh. 

He should wake her. Yaoyorozu will no doubt be mortified if she realizes she has fallen asleep on him.

Shouto swallows.

But...She wouldn’t have fallen asleep if she didn’t need it, right?

He has no experience in these types of situations and tries to think what Midoriya would do – as a hero, or as a friend. 

Midoriya would wake her, or self-combust in embarrassment.

Shouto’s stomach sinks at his two options. Obviously, he can’t self-combust, that would be dangerous and would hurt her. So, he’ll have to wake her.

His eyes trace over her features again and his stomach flips at the way the luminescent lights play off her dark hair. 

He can’t deny a part of him likes the fact that she feels comfortable enough around him to fall asleep. It makes him feel...he’s not sure. Different.

Shouto can feel the warmth of her arm through his white shirt, and he finds himself leaning into her.

He’ll wake her. 

It is the right thing to do.

But – perhaps it would be okay if they stay like this for a little while longer.

xxxxxx

Thanks for reading!

[petri808]

Hauntober Day 3 Tea

Todomomo drabble requested by @rosechi

“Would you like your usual Mr Todoroki?” The pretty raven haired barista asks the customer. Momo Yaoyorozu was very appreciative to all those that came to her little tea and coffee cafe, but regulars like him were what kept her in business.

“Good morning,” the man, Shouto Todoroki, looks up from his newspaper and smiles. “Perhaps in light of the season, do you have anything with an autumn flair?”

“Ah, yes! The pumpkin chai latte is quite popular this season. Would you like to try one?”

“In deed I would.”

“A wonderful choice, sir.” Momo quickly whips up the man’s order, topping it off with a light flurry of foam and sugared cinnamon. She always took pride in her presentation because it was important that her confections were pleasing to all sensibilities.

“Beautiful, just like it’s maker,” the man smiles as she places the cup before him.

A flurry of heat rushes to her cheeks and she daintily covers her mouth in embarrassment. “You’re too kind, sir.” He always made such soft and flirty little comments and it always sent her heart racing over the handsome gentleman. “Is there anything else I could help you with?”

Shouto folds away his newspaper and places it off to the side, looking up with a most serious and determined expression. “In a matter of fact there is.” Her breathing slows as his eyes grow half-lidded, almost heated in a subtle romanticism. “You intrigue me, Miss Yaoyorozu, and I would like to take you out on a proper date.”

“Oh my! I-I...” She couldn’t help but grow flustered as he takes one of her hands, gently placing a kiss on the back of it. “M-mister Todoroki...”

“Would you allow me such an honor?”

Momo lowers her gaze, eyes crinkling in a shy smile. “I would love to Mr Todoroki.”

“Please, call me Shoto.”