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Whoever it was that sent these in... oh my goodness.

These are adorable! Best asks I’ve ever gotten like, I’m crying. When I saw both of these, I gasped and did this weird victory dance in my computer chair. My dog was very confused.

Lion King is my childhood!

And I love my baby Shouto.

These are just... perfect. (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

I’m getting started on these as soon as I can! They might be posted within the week.

xx

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I promise this isn't becoming a k-pop blog, BUT I CAN'T JUST NOT POST THIS like cmon

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Content In Your Presence

Chapter Three

Pairing  Foreign Reader X Japanese Shouto Todoroki

Summary  Moving to Japan seemed like the only option left open to you, to escape your rapidly increasing problems that latched themselves onto your life back in Australia. As if to cut it off, wipe everything off the table, and have some sort of a new start for yourself, despite the guilt that stuck to you like rust. Through getting lost at airports, loosing luggage and being surrounded by a foreign language, moving to Japan managed to weasel it’s way into being the best decision of your life, thanks to someone you met on the balcony next to you: a sweetheart called Shouto Todoroki.

A lovely story about a foreigner falling in love with a Japanese sweet heart, and all your adventures and mishaps together.

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With it now being your second official day in the county of Japan, it made you glad to have some sort of responsibility to busy yourself with; give yourself the feeling of being productive, rather than sitting in your small apartment slurping on roasting hot noodles from a cheap plastic cup bought from a petrol station. For the next three weeks, you were had a small and simple job, and that was to water that nice old lady’s plants every weekend during her absence.

Having no clue on how to tend to flowers or any type of plant didn’t stop you though, and having this quaint little responsibility beat ending up working long shifts in a dull super market or a little sweaty fast food place crammed with oil and fat fingers. This way, you got to help someone out and have cool breeze in your face.

But that’s enough of that, because as of now, you stood at the end of what seemed like a maze of numbers, welcome mats and corridors. Just earlier, you had set off on a mission following the bright blue line on your phone guiding you to the address, and now that the short elevator ride was over, it was time to find the correct numbered door.

Your phone now sat snug in the tight pockets of your jeans, as concentrated eyes swayed from either side of the hallway, in search of a two digit number that kept repeating in your mind.

After a minute of wandering past countless doors neighbored with mats and boots and even small plants by them, a door with the number ‘38’ etched into it’s golden plate popped up on your right. Like a switch being turned on, the rigorous eyes on your face lit up like that of a Christmas tree covered in shining tinsel; and just like was planned, a cold metal key was left lying lonely under the scratchy welcome mat for you to let yourself inside.

It slid smoothly into the lock, and the door had slowly opened up to a colorful apartment inside. Unlike your own, there were colors all around. The couches that first greeted you when you entered had multiple knitted blankets flopped over their sides, bright tins of various cooking ingredients lined up against the kitchen counter, and strings of rainbow beads draped down in front of the sliding door opening up to the giant city outside. There was also a smell of soothing incense singing around in the air.

“ Dude, my apartment sucks. ” You mused to yourself with a chuckle.

The air outside was crisp and refreshing, the large green watering can in your hands quickly filling with water sprouting from the hose on the wall.

The white cap that hugged your hair kept the sun’s warm rays out the way, and only when the can was half-way filled did you rotate the creaky tap and attempt to pick it up. Water sloshed around inside and rounded out the top onto your slippery hands, trickling like a gentle shower head over the tiny succulents shortly after. Your strained hands held the water source over each plant pot, with greedy soil who slurped every drop up into its dry dirt.

Once all were happy and watered, the dripping green can sat happily in its spot by the coiled hose, and your hands rested on your hips to admire the view in front of you. However, once your wet hand reached up and around the back door’s handle to pull it back, it made you skin grow cold despite the shining sun when it laughed in your face that it was indeed… locked.

“ Oh, come on, please, no.” It ignored your desperate plead and sat smugly closed in its place. Whimpering and with eyebrows screwed together in exhausted worry, you gently placed your head against the cold glass. “ Am I supposed to sleep out here? Like, c'mon…”

After tugging on it, thinking it may just be jammed, you realized it certainly was not. You stood staring at the furniture mocking you from inside also, rapidly going through your options. Fujiko was away for the entire weekend, hence why you were here in the first place, and climbing down was only a job for super heroes since you were on the fourth floor. You couldn’t call the apartment’s reception either, since it was abandoned for the weekend.

Once the panic settled in, you were left to sit on the balcony floor waiting for god to answer your prayers for the door to just magically open. The sight of the neighbor’s matching sliding door caught your eye, and you peeped through the thin black railing and thought about asking them for help.

Being the positive soul you were, you decided to give it a go. So long as they were home and weren’t an axe murderer, what could go wrong?

A small sigh filtered out your nose to prepare yourself with whatever was about to happen, but it really was the only thing that you could do in this situation; calling the fire department sounded a bit too dramatic to you, and Fujiko was over two hours away enjoying time with her kids and grandchildren.

Your wet hand gripped onto the thin railing and you looked over to the matching balcony just in front of you, pondering how to get their attention without being excessively loud.

Your body strained to stretch as far over the railing to swerve your eyes past the door blocking your view, one thong covered foot lifting slightly off the tiles. When a sudden noise busted through your concentration, it was a quick struggle to not fall over the side and onto the busy streets below.

Flinging your head around, you see a young male stepping out his sliding door with a concerned but unsure look on his sleepy face, a hand flicking rouge strands of bed hair from it. The stranger was still clearly in pajamas from the baggy shirt and shorts, but his lively eyes suggested he’d been awake for a while.

He eyed your strange situation. “ ねえ。。だ。。だいじょぶ です か？[ Hey.. Uh.. Are you okay ? ] ”

“ はい、 はい、だいじょぶ。[ Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine. ] ” Once you popped your cap off, ruffling the hair off your sweaty forehead was a relief. An uncontrollable fit of nervous laughter jumped from your lips, and out of nervous habit, scratched the tips of your sweaty ears. You really didn’t like speaking Japanese to native people, in fear of them judging you. A wave of English words gushed through your mind, and you realized your vocabulary wasn’t good enough to explain yourself.

“ しょくぶつ に 、あの。。[ I’m here to.. water.. plants and uh… ] ” Your eyebrows sank together, and your hands waved about in circles to think of words. His gentle eyes follow your finger to the glass door. “ たちおうじょう [ Stuck . ] ”

Despite his empathetic gaze, you giggled relentlessly with unimaginable embarrassment at yourself with a hand clamped over your mouth. He’s silent for a few moments, eyes internally arguing over a decision before saying with only an impressively small amount of an accent, “ Do you speak English ? ”

The sheer look of absolute shock slapped into you was honestly priceless, and for a measly second, the strained laughing ceased for a second from behind your hand. It was as if the cogs in your brain had come to a complete stop and malfunctioned right in front of his eyes, and shocked eyes stared at him for a while, though clearly impressed. Just like your own, a very faint chuckle of nervousness left him. The hand on your face quickly shot down, and your eyebrows arched up to make your smile naturally kind as can be. “ Yeah! Oh my god, that was so strange, your English is so good! ”

The stranger’s eyes scrunched to make way for his shy smile. The beginning of your excited outburst was a little too fast for him to understand, but he got the end. “ Thank you. Were you saying the door is… stuck? ” The small pause he took was for him to shift through various English words until he landed on the correct one.

Two delicate hands placed the white hat back on your hair, and you giggled again when thinking of your horrible attempt of communication earlier. “ The key’s inside and I locked myself out here… Rookie mistake, I know. ” You chuckled.

“ Ah.. ” He nodded knowingly while his brain whirred about inside to try remember what 'rookie’ meant, but found nothing. The rest made sense to the stranger, anyhow. “ Okay, uh… hm. ” He seemed stuck for what to do as well, just as you were.

Fiddling with the tip of your left ear, face scrunched in thought and you looked at the handle. “ Can we pick it ? Or is that just in the movies ? ”

He puffed out a breathy chuckle, and scratched his head. “ Maybe.. You have uh.. それ なんだった？[ What was it? ] ” Quiet Japanese mumbling made his eyebrows furrow, and then pop up when he got the word and made a motion with his fingers to show what he meant. “ A pin ? Bobby pin? ”

You shook your head with a face full of apologetic guilt. The young man lent back to peer into his house and said, “ Hang on. ” Before hopping inside and making a bunch of thudding sounds.

He reappeared with a small grey box resting in large hands, patches missing reflective metal from being scratched off with what seemed like age. It clanged with tools inside, and he crouched down to open it on the floor of the tiled balcony. Things clanged against each other, until a small and thin metal tool that slightly resembled tweezers lifted out in his hand. “ I’m pretty sure this open locks… I promise I’m not a part time burglar, though. ” He smiles, and grunts to stand back up.

“ I’ll take your word for it. ” You joke back, and he quickly reaches a hand past his door to grab a screwdriver from a cabinet. “ Are you a mechanic or something? You have so many tools. ”

He quietly chuckles for a second with the tools in his hand. “ No, I’m not that cool. I’m studying to be a doctor. I just have them for convi- convin- convinience ? ”

You reassured him of his English with a nod paired with kind eyes, and he smiled shyly. “ Now how should we do this ? ”

Agreeing to letting him hand over the tools for you to try was apparently a big mistake, because even after a while of him leaning over the railing to observe your confused fiddling and directing you, the lock still remained stuck in its place. The pieces of metal in your fiddly fingers wiggled around inside the key hole, and were lifted or twisted depending on what the kind stranger told you to do. It remained hopeless though, and you stood defeated with the lock laughing at you.

“ This is so freaking hard. ” You mumbled mostly to yourself, tongue stuck out to assist in balancing the tools in the intricate place you had them.

“ Would like me to help? It’s fine. ” He offered, and soon enough, Shouto found himself hanging off the edge of his balcony railing, one hand in yours for balance as his leg reached out for the neighboring railing with his butt sat uncomfortably on his. The gap was only about half a meter wide, but the rock hard concrete and racing cars beckoned his body to fall.

The second foot with a large sandle weakly hanging from it leaped from the metal underneath it, and with a few stumbles, the tall man had succesfully made it to the other balcony with all four limbs. You let his hand go, and winced when you caught a glimpse of the busy streets below.

“ You okay ? ” A voice couldn’t sound more worried than yours, but the stranger simply kicked his dad sandles off and sighed out all the suspense that grew inside him.

A confident nod made your nerves ease themselves. “ Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. ” He panted heavily and switched from the gap he just leaped across to the shaken young lady in front of him again. “ Easy peasy lemon squeazy. ”

You snorted, and soon both got back to opening the stubborn door.

“ 愚かなロック。。[ C'mon, you stupid lock.. ] ” It was after five minutes that both of you realized he wasn’t much better than you. He did manage to get something in the lock to click, so whatever that was was hopeful. The man currently stood hunched over, hair flopped anywhere it desired, hands delicately twisting the tools with the tip of his tongue poking out. The screwdriver was angled ever so perfectly, and the other tool was twisted to the left carefully. Both you and him jumped at the sound of a rather loud click coming from inside the door, and he decided to risk it and put his hand around the handle.

He pulled on it, and it slid along the hinges to reveal the prize inside. Shouto sighed with exhaustion and grinned with triumph; you were jumping around excitedly.

A tsunami of relief crashed down onto you, so much so you could melt and cry. This generous stranger had just wasted forty minutes and jumped a balcony for you, and now you wouldn’t have to sleep out there for two days. “ Yes! Oh god, you did it! Thank you so much! ”

He nodded, just as triumphed as you. “ No problem, my morning was rather boring to begin with. ” He breathlessly chuckled. “ Now I can say I jumped a balcony. ”

“ You sure can, my god. ” You laughed as well, “ I’m [______] by the way. ”

You both shared a chuckle over the fact you were just doing this now, after the chaos had happened. The stranger pocketed the tools with grey, oily fingers and said with a heavy accent and smile, “ I’m Todoroki Shouto. ”

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yo, as someone who 1. loves todoroki w all my heart + 2. is australian, i am looooooooving your story so far. pls keep up the amazing work, thank you~

Oh my goodnesss hi my precious <3

I also tick both those boxes, todoroki is a total sweetheart, but like a hot one?? Yes please.

And thanks, I'm actually so happy you are 😙

Also a slight spoiler, there'll be a chapter where Reader-san brings him Australian food to try shh

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Content In Your Presence

Chapter Two

Pairing Foreign Reader X Japanese Shouto Todoroki

Summary Moving to Japan seemed like the only option left open to you, to escape your rapidly increasing problems that latched themselves onto your life back in Australia. As if to cut it off, wipe everything off the table, and have some sort of a new start for yourself, despite the guilt that stuck to you like rust.

Through getting lost at airports, loosing luggage and being surrounded by a foreign language, moving to Japan managed to weasel it’s way into being the best decision of your life, thanks to someone you met on the balcony next to you: a sweetheart called Shouto Todoroki.

A lovely story about a foreigner falling in love with a Japanese sweet heart, and all your adventures and mishaps together.

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For the first few seconds after opening your mucky eyes against the sun, you had expected to see a different sight. The sight of a cup of water your mother had placed on your wooden side table that was worn with age, the ceiling fan busy whirring away above your head, photo frames with smiling faces behind the glass, or even just your own quilt and cookie crumb stained pillow. Instead you are met with an empty room sealed in with bleach white walls, and a shiny wooden floor covered in the very few amount of belongings you had. The mattress you had layed awake staring at the roof at on and the thin sheet had shifted in your horrible sleep.

Those first few seconds of feeling at peace in your own bed were heaven, but were quickly obliterated to pieces. Sticky sweat that had sunk into your skin made you groan when you sat upwards, eyelids still reluctant to open up to your new life. Through the blurry slits, there was your digital clock reading the time with its horrendously dim light. "Holy hell... Ten?"

The tired legs that struggled to pick you up out of bed were now carelessly stumbling into crinkled jeans, and the sweaty top you woke up in was now forgotten in the corner of the room, balled up and lonely. A few small jumps were able to get the tight pants fully over your waist, and you swiftly grabbed the sheer yellow top you had seen laying on the floor to fling it over your head. The messy head of hair that decided to get all fluffy in your sleep was none of your concern as of now, and instead just the painful growl that cried from your guts.

Now thinking of it, the last time you'd eaten was on the plane ride, over twenty hours ago.

Your feet barely lift off the ground when you tiredly trudge down the hallway, and stop in front of the pantry. It creaks when it's opened, revealing absolutely nothing to you since you hadn't gone shopping yet. Just a lonesome, half eaten bag of stale chips laid in the bin, greasy finger prints still all over it from the Japan airport. It read ' しお ばくだん！[ Salt Bomb ! ] ' in huge bold letters from where it poked out the trash can.

Having that less that appetizing option the only thing left to eat in the house, you decided that maybe it was time you left the apartment to get some fresh air in your lungs, and not just Luke-warm air produced by your teeny plastic fan.

You had realized the small bakery was much more cuter in person than the pictures on your phone when you finally finished walking there, and you stood in front of it, one hand gripped onto your backpack's strap. Around you were a significant amount of people casually walking by, each minding their own business in the huge city of Tokyo. There were small cars that smoothly zoomed across the clean roads, and tall buildings that sat against the footpaths lined with bright plants and trees. When you first stepped out into the street without your four suitcases and a bunch of fatigue, you took it in properly and realized it really was beautiful.

" すみません。。[ Excuse me.. ] " The polite voice of a young woman fiddling with her apron's strings caused you to flinch your eyes to your side, and she smiled and shifted past you before you had the chance to speak. So far, even the people were different to the ones back home in Australia. Quiet and extremely polite: both things you hadn't seen out of someone in a long-ass time.

The lady managed to tie her apron's ropes behind her back and swiftly swung around the bakery's long counter with glass cases full of adorable baked goods and sweets. Some of the rolls were shaped like a small bear, matching their small, cheery mascot cartoon on the signs hung up around the place.

When you walked inside, the smell of sugar and custard got even stronger. " おはよ。。。あ、その クロワッサン、 ください。 [ Morning.. Uh, that croissant, please .] "

Another woman appeared from behind the small door guarding the kitchen, flour prints all over her apron. She nodded at your friendly smile, as you watch her gently pick one up with tongs and hoped you didn't sound rude with your curt sentence. While you knew quite a little bit of Japanese, nerves where still present since you were surrounded by native speakers.

" ここ に！ ぜんぶです か？ [ Here! Is that all? ] " A brown paper bag with a cheerful bear printed onto it was handed to you, and taking it, you nodded.

" うん、ありがとうございます。[ Mhm, thank you . ] "

The detailed metal chair sat coldly under your butt, and clanged against the concrete when you scooted yourself into the glass table. You had chosen a seat outside the bakery, to get a look at the bright blue sky and have the sun hug your skin for once, and to be frank, the breeze was just perfect. So was the croissant that you got, and it was borderline divine. For a good two minutes, you sat marveling in the breakfast in your hands, and the wonderful city around you. It really was surreal sitting in the middle of the bustling streets of Japan, like a tiny fish in a big, big pond.

Once the treat was reduced to crumbs and it sat comfortably in your full belly, you scrunched your paper bag up and placed it in the bakery's bin.

Behind the windows, there was an elderly woman with jet black hair pulled into an un-bothered bun, creased hands reaching up over the pin board hung to the wall. Once her piece of paper was successfully pinned to the board, her arms sunk back down and shakily picked up a mug set on a nearby table. Absentmindedly wiping your greasy hands against the shirt on your torso, your eyes caught the friendly nod and smile that she cast up at you, hobbling out with a pikachu mug in her hand full of bird seed.

Once the curiosity took over, you wandered over to the piece of paper, and let it slide between your hands.

' ていき-てきな しょくぶつ の きゅうすい-き を さがしています！

わたし は りょこう に いきますが、 わたし の しょくぶつ に みず を やる ひと が ひつようです 。 1-にち 20-どる を ていきょう する ひと に しはらいます。

いんたあねtと が きらいなので、-し を つかっています 👍 でんわ して ください！'

[ Looking for a regular person to water my plants !

I'm going on a trip, so I need someone to water my plants. I will pay whoever offers 20 dollars each day.

I hate the internet so I'm using paper 👍 Please call ! ]

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Once again the sun shone it's last minutes of golden orange rays over the city, until the sky darkened and the moon covered it in black ink. The air had a certain warmness drifting throughout that massaged Shouto's skin and he melted further into his outdoor couch's bouncy cushions. The usual mug of steaming tea sat loosely in his hands, eyes swaying between the sky's beautiful shining stars in countless intricate patterns. Soon enough, the smooth silence was interrupted by the sound of a glass door sliding open, and shoes shuffling down onto the paving. His head softly turned, an old lady sighing and stretching past the two lines of balcony railings.

She's greeted by the young man, bends over with her pikachu cup, one hand supporting her on a wrinkly knee. " ばけつ を すすりなき はじめた かた が いい よ！りょこう に いきます。 [ You'd better start crying buckets, my boy ! I'm going on a trip. ] "

" りょこう ? [ Trip ? ] "

" うん。 まご お ほうもん する ひつよう が あります。[ Yeah, I need to go visit my grandson . ] " Bird seed fell from the bright mug, and clinked against the bottom of the old metal bird feeder.

"ああ、どれくらい いく の？ [ Oh, I see. How long are you gonna be gone for ? ] "

" お、ただ の しゅうまつ。だれか に しょくぶつ の みずやり お して もらいました。[ Oh, just a weekend. I got someone to water my plants ] "

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Somewhere a few streets away, artificial light was cast out from your phone and lit up the bottom half of your already glowing face. A quaint smile greeted your phone that was held tightly in excited hands, mind buzzing like that of a puppy's when the new message popped up below the others. A message from the sweet old woman you talked to stared back at you, telling you that you now had a temporary job to busy yourself with.

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Content In Your Presence

Chapter One

Pairing Foreign Reader X Japanese Shouto Todoroki

Summary Moving to Japan seemed like the only option left open to you, to escape your rapidly increasing problems that latched themselves onto your life back in Australia. As if to cut it off, wipe everything off the table, and have some sort of a new start for yourself, despite the guilt that stuck to you like rust. 

Through getting lost at airports, loosing luggage and being surrounded by a foreign language, moving to Japan managed to weasel it's way into being the best decision of your life, thanks to someone you met on the balcony next to you: a sweetheart called Shouto Todoroki.

A lovely story about a foreigner falling in love with a Japanese sweet heart, and all your adventures and mishaps together.

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"Oh, running away again, are we? What a fucking surprise!"

That one bitter sentence spat out by your sister was your sweet little send off message, before you slammed your car door in her vicious face and drove away from your cesspit of problems to an entirely different country. After trying to solve the hundreds of issues you and your family had driven themselves into, it seemed like it was just pointless. One argument lead to another, one bitchy remark lead to another family member packing up and leaving, and eventually it was you who was speeding out the driveway. To some, it sounds like the easy way out, but for you, it was the only way out. The carefree people who used to sit at your dining table, laughing at dinner had now turned into malicious, revengeful devils. That one horrific day was all it took.

The airport was hectic, and only after forgetting your handbag and losing your credit card did you stumble onto the plane. The plane ride over wasn't too terrible, thanks to the endless amount of greasy crisp packets, and it felt good to leave your messy life behind.

And so here you stand, with your crowded mind in an empty room, quivering and crying your poor eyes out. Letting out your frustration and exhaustion by sobbing felt better than you can describe, because it had been bubbling up ever since you stepped foot into Japan. Everything was so overwhelming, and when you entered your new small home, it just all came out. Multiple bulky suitcases sat around you, with your cold hands on the handles, full of things you had angrily and blindly shoved in there while being yelled at by your sister.

You knew you probably forgot half your things, but all these things carried rotten memories with them anyway.

"What the fuck am I doing..." The drained squeak slipped from your mouth and your pushed the sogginess from your cheeks. Sniffing, another glance around your apartment made you sigh. It wasn't large whatsoever, with only two rooms taking up the whole thing. A small bleach white kitchen is pressed against one side of the square living room, and then a simple door on the other that opened up to a less than small bedroom. That was your home, just two small rooms soon to be filled with whatever you had crammed in your bags.

A cough cleared your mucky throat, and you wiped your anxious frown off to pretend you weren't terrified of your predicament. When your large blue suitcase was fully unzipped, an avalanche of wrinkled clothes tumbles out. Of course they were all crumpled and wrinkly, since folding them didn't cross your mind when your sister's voice was squawking next to you. There were bras and underwear clumped together, a few lonesome t-shirts and a toothbrush that bounced out and clacked against the wood floor. Your hand clawed everything out onto the floor, and a familiar phone fell out with them. "Alright, let's do this..."

Soon enough, your head was bopping to the music coming from the phone on the kitchen counter. A soft pair of PJ shorts were now on your hips, and you got into the tedious process of unpacking your stuff into foreign cupboards you'd soon be used to.

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Meanwhile, not too far from your new little abode, metal keys were jingling and scratching against a gold lock, struggling to shove it's way into the slot. When it finally slotted in, a large hand twisted it desperately and the door swung open, thudding against the wall inside. A small purr of a cat calls out from below, and paws follow him to the kitchen. Plastic grocery store bags rustle and then drop onto the counter, and Todoroki's hand quickly caught the few bags and tins that fell out and almost fell of the counter. They rustle and he leans on the grey marble counter, staring at the small marks with strained muscles from hauling five bulky bags of groceries up a huge apartment stairwell. A sigh and cough erupted from his dry throat, and the front door was softly shut again.

Prior to his horrid march back home from the grocery store, Shouto had stood by his manager in an empty supermarket that was bustling hours earlier, listening to them telling him that his work ethic wasn't good enough. The only noise besides the chaotic silence in Shouto's head was the few shoppers walking around outside. Being fired certainly wasn't on his schedule. That afternoon, he had trudged out back to his car with his colorful work uniform shirt and watched the dice plushies on his rear view mirror sway while sighing heavily. Today was a long day for the poor boy.

He is twenty three, and still in university to become a doctor, so having weird hours would be inevitable. Still, he wasn't a bad employee at all.

By the time the warm sun dipped below the horizon and doused the city's darkness, Shouto's work uniform had been shoved and forgotten in the back of his cupboard. Instead he wore a loose black shirt and some yoga pants to relax in, standing out in the warm breeze against his balcony railing with a cup of tea. He blows on it and hears the familiar sound of his neighbor's back door sliding open.

" ああ。。 せなか は さいきん あっか して いる ようです。[ Argh.. my back seems to be getting worse recently. ] "

The croaky voice of Shouto's sweet old neighbor melted out into the night air, and he looks to the balcony next to his. An old lady stepped out stiffly, the usual cup of water in her hand to water her plants, door handle in the other as she slides it closed. A friendly smile greeted her. " こんにちは、ふじこ。[ Hi, Fujiko. ] "

" あ、しょとう！[ Ah, Shouto ! ] " She reflects his warm greeting, and waddled to her various pots of plants all over her balcony floor. Water spilled from the sponge bob mug and sunk into the plant's soil. " あなた の ついたち わ どうでした？ [ How was your day ? ] "

" わたし は しごと から かいこ さ れました。[ I got fired from my work. ] " There was no bite to his tone, just plain fatigue as he sips on his cup of steaming tea.

" そう です？ [ Really ? ] " A small tut made Shouto chuckle and the water never stopped trickling out the mug while she watered her plants. " あなた の おろかな まねいじゃあ が すきで わ なかった。[ I never liked that stupid manager any way. ] "

His subtle snort made her smile and stand up to face the young man, kind eyes smiling. " だいがく わ まだ じゅんちょうです か？[ Is university still going good ? ] "

Swallowing his sip of tea, he nods and readjusts his elbows against the railings. " え え、 かなり じゅんちょうです。 せんじつ てすと お しましたが、 うまく いった と おもいます。[ Yeah, it's going pretty well. I had a test the other day, I think I did fairly well. ] "

" あ、よい、よい。かしこい しょうねん。[ Ah, good, good. Smart boy. ] " The old woman goes back to tending to her plants, chuckling. " まだ えいご に おいついて います か？[ Still keeping up with English ? ] "

" うん。[ Yeah . ] "

She laughs, her creased hands waving towards herself. " みせて。[ Indulge me . ] "

Todoroki couldn't help but laugh, setting his cup down and clearing his throat jokingly while thinking of what to say. "I like your sponge bob mug." He chuckles through speaking in English, his accurate American accent catching Fujiko of guard.

She bellows out a laugh, pointing at him. " スポンジボブの部分がわかりました！[ I got the 'sponge bob' bit! ] "

While the two neighbors shared laughter under the starry sky, a couple streets down you had finally started to wire down and relax since arriving to your apartment. Your scattered belongings are all over what was supposedly the bedroom, like the small fan on the floor with a chord snaking back to a power point in the wall. The background noise of the cheap fan is cemented into your mind while exhausted eyes bore into the ceiling. The apartment was still bare and empty, much like your tired mind, with the only piece of furniture in the entire thing being a mattress on the floor that had been delivered hours beforehand. The internet hadn't started to work yet, and the only thing to entertain you was the fly pouncing around the wall.

While neither young adult had any knowledge of the other, Shouto and yourself would soon meet and it'll all be uphill from there.

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Hawks meeting a young fan with wings please?? Maybe the young fan follows him around like a duckling, Hawks is so amused by this and just lets them. Oh oh let it me someone from his office kid

I haven’t seen anything past the anime, so if I tried to write this, I’d totally butcher his character! It makes me sad because I actually love this idea (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु

It’s so freakin’ cute.

I’m really sorry to disappoint, my bby!

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| A Prince And His Princess |

Okay, this is such an adorable idea and it makes me squeal aggressively every time I think of it. I had a great time writing this, so thank you, my anon. ˊᵕˋ Take all my apologies for not uploading recently!

Story Below.

To any young child, standing besides your mother’s legs as she busies herself with choosing fruit from the grocery store stand would be quite mundane. Women with sweaty iron grips on their children’s hand and countless young adults wondering aimlessly scooted past you in the past minute, and standing here was starting to bore you. Tremendously.

Having decided that this was the single most boring spot in the milky way, a quick glance up at your distracted mother was all it took for you to squeeze past the shopping cart and into the sea of shoppers. Legs swiftly passed you, and the battered wheels of trolleys clacked around you. There were so many colors and things to touch; this was much better than standing with your mother and watching paint dry.

Waddling carelessly in between all the chaos around you, you made it out of the cramped zoo of a fruit section and out to the real party: the food aisles.

Specifically, the one aisle filled with sugar and sweets that lit up to you like a gold mine.

“Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.” A bigger smile couldn’t spread on your face, as your wondrous eyes looked up at the tall shelves of opportunities. So many snacks. The metal railing of aisle drifted past your fingers while you walked further down with no real goal in mind.

At the end of the aisle, at the end of the tile’s lines your eyes were driving along, was a tall boy standing alone with something in his hand. The whole world paused in your head, distant chatter drowning out and the loud rustles of crisp packets disappearing. This beautiful specimen had all your attention.

It was in that moment that you decided he looked like a prince. Yep, he was a prince. Like the ones who proudly hold shining swords in your books and the ones who give piggy back rides to their damsel in distress around the beautiful castle court yard. That is exactly who this boy was.

The teen who stood like a shimmering trophy simply placed the item of food back down and wondered towards you with his head swaying in all directions, looking for something. He was definitely looking for his princess.

He mustn’t look far though, because you were right in front of him. Despite the fact it was a pity your huge ball gown was absent, it didn’t suppress your growing excitement at all. Your fuzzy jumper and shorts will have to do.

“Hello!”

The prince stopped in his royal tracks, eyes darting to every corner of the shop before sinking down to another pair, wide and overflowing with shining happiness. Your small hand came up to stretch out fully, waving eccentrically up at him. After his confused eyes searched the aisle for some sort of care giver and saw the lack thereof, his eyes went back down to you.

“Hi?”

An excited smile from you near blinded the poor prince. “Hi! Are you a prince?”

The prince’s face full of confusion didn’t falter, but this time showed a hint of innocent amusement. “No…”

“Are you sure, mister? Very, really, super, duper, smooper sure?”

His shallow nod and smile made you pout. “Yes, I’m smooper duper sure.”

His question about the whereabouts of your parents bores you, so when he starts walking along in search of any frantic, panicked adults with a lost kid, you follow. As you do that, you skip and bounce to keep up with his long big people steps.

“Where’s your princess?”

“My princess?”

“Yeah, where is she?”

“…I suppose I don’t have one.”

“But every prince needs a princess! Were you looking for one just now?”

“No, just snacks.”

“Can I be your princess?”

He smiles ever so softly, but finds your cute antics amusing. Up until now, his day had been like dry, un-buttered toast: bland and boring, but you were lifting his spirits a bit.

“Of course. What sort of prince would I be without a princess?” He played along with your silly little fantasy.

“Yipee!”

When the store’s food aisle came to an end and you and your prince burst into the busy crowd of hustling adults and clackering shopping carts, he asks you to hold his hand so you wouldn’t drift away like in an ocean’s nasty rip. With your hands now held, he heads over to the fruit and veg section, where you informed him you just were.

In among all the people eyeing pieces of fruit, your prince spotted a woman with no mind of the fruit around her, instead pushing past people and head spinning in every direction but the fruit. Frantic and very much panicked: the two things a parent with a lost child should be.

When her eyes lock into yours, her whole face of terror melts back down into a pool of sheer relief. “Oh my god, there you are!”

Her muttering of joyful thanks to Jesus and god out there didn’t stop when you wrapped your free hand around your mother. Much to your dismay, your other hand was now empty as well because your prince let go of your hand.

She stood, both hands holding your back and your smooshed into her side as if she’d let go and you’d fly away again. She nodded at your savior, eyebrows pulled up in relief. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem.” He calmly nods back.

After she hauled you onto her hip and started to make her way back to the forgotten trolley of food, your eyes peered just above her shoulder to see the boy, who gave you a royal bow and a smile,

just like a prince.

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Holy Cow, Ya'll

I finally, finalllllyyyyy watched 'My Hero Academia : Two Heroes' today!

Dude I searched forever to find it somewhere where I didn't have to give up a whole precious three bucks, but I just ended up watching it on youtube.

AND CAN I SAY

Todoroki?

Near the end?

Yum.

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Are those your Edits?? I Love Them!!

If you're talking about the covers of my books or my profile picture, then yep! Those are mine, and in which case, thank you dear anon! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ♡

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OMG I love you so muchhhh Seriously, youre the best, boo

skjskjnasjiNOi love youi will now google how to send someone forehead kisses in the mail, gimme a sec

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i love your writing! everything you have written i love ♥‿♥

Ahh skjasduu Thank you, sweet! (｡◕‿‿◕｡)

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| Dog Walk |

Thanks for the request, anon! I have a giant soft spot for fluff with absolutely no plot  (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Also if you’re wondering, I messaged back and they wanted the reader to be five.

Story below.

“Where the fuck’d your boots go?” Your dad whispered to himself, bent over in the cupboard under the stair case, flinging his arms around in the sea of big and little shoes. He saw something bright yellow, and snatched then up with a smile. “There you are.”

“Hello, puppy!” He heard you giggle from the lounge room, and the sloppy panting and collar jingling as well. He came around the corner to see his precious little girl bouncing around with dog spit and fluff all over her hands. “Bouncy, bouncy, bounce!”

“Here, squirt.” Bakugou smiled, sighing and sitting down on the couch, waving you over with teeny yellow rain boots in his hands. You hopped over and he lifted onto his knee, and started helping put your feet into them. “These things stink like a elephant’s ass...”

“Butthole boots!” You grinned, putting your hand over his to help put them on.

“Language...” Bakugou frowned with an amused little smile. He helped you jump off his knee, and snatched up the doberman’s leash to head out the door. Princess looked intimidating, but all dobermans do, really. She was a huge softie. She slept on the couch with you every time she’s let inside, and sat with you when you colored.

Katsuki shoved his wallet and phone in the pocket of his shorts, and shut the door with his foot, since he was holding a little hand and a leash. You were already at the end of the driveway, kneeling by the mailbox. Your dad smiled and looked at what you were fiddling with. “Whatcha got there, kiddo?”

You stood up quickly and jumped up and down, holding something up at your dad’s face. “A snail! His name is... Paul.”

“Paul?” He chuckled, looking at the little snail in your hands. “Does Paul wanna come for a walk?”

“Princess can carry him! Like a dog-bus.” You smiled innocently, and let Paul slide onto the big dog’s collar.

“Paul got a bus ticket?” He chuckles with a very amused smile. He loved your stupid little nonsense, no matter what it was. Things just like a ‘dog-bus’.

“Mm... Nope! Paul gets a free ride today.” You say, and make sure the snail wouldn’t fall off any time soon before skipping to the end of the driveway to cross the road with your dad. It was a little cold, but the sky was bright blue and it was sprinkling. Pretty.

You all saw the street was empty of cars, so Bakugou said it was okay to cross and you held his hand the whole way across. “Hey, we have to go get a brown shirt for you from the shops after this, ‘kay, baby girl? For your assembly.”

“Oh, yeah...” You pout thoughtfully, squeezing Katsuki’s big hand and looking up at him. “Are you coming?”

He scoffed in the old fashioned Bakugou way with his smirk, and let go of your hand to ruffle your hair. “Course I am! You bet your stinkin’ little nose I’ll be there.”

“My nose isn’t stinky!” You smile up at him, and he uses a finger to poke it a little bit, making you giggle and put both your hands over it. He chuckled and said, “You sure about that? When was the last time you showered?” He teased.

“Yesterday!” You said back. “You made Mr Duck talk.”

Katsuki smiled and said in a weird, nasal-ly voice, “Hey there lil’ miss [Name]!” It made Princess look up at him like something was wrong with him, so he gave her a quick pat on the head while you giggled. “What you lookin’ at, huh? Can’t a duck enjoy some peace?” He jokingly said again in the voice.

You were talking about when you had a bath last night, and he was sitting on the floor, one arm leaning on the side of the tub, the other moving a rubber duck up and down making him talk. He ended up slipping on the tiles covered in water, like a grandma on an ice skating rink.

You gasp, and hurry over to Princess’s collar when you saw poor little Paul slipping off and landing on the ground. Bakugou stopped when he heard your little gasp and watched you scoop him up. “Paul!”

“Paul okay?”

“His shell is cracked. We have to give him CPR!” You say alarmingly, holding the creature close to your face to look at him. Princess’s head appeared and licked your hands, as your dad bent down and patted you back.

“That’ll probably kill him, kiddo.” He said, figuring out what to do with this snail you had. You didn’t have a good reputation with seeing things die. You had a grasshopper last week, and when Princess ate it, you cried quietly and had a funeral for him in the backyard with Katsuki. 

“Uh...” He looked around and stood up. “How ‘bout Paul-”

“Princess! Paul isn’t doggy food.” You said, with a worried face, and your hands out to reach for Princess who was chewing up your little snail friend. Bakugou frowned and tried to open the dog’s mouth.

“What is it with you and eating bugs?” He grunted, opening her jaw and watching the big pool of shell and slobber and muck fall onto the foot path. Well, this was the end of the road for Paul.

You looked at the snail and your eyes started to water. Katsuki pressed his lips together sympathetically and looked at you. “Baby...”

The puddle of slime and guts was forgotten pretty quickly after you got the offer for a piggy back ride. You were on his shoulders, bopping up and down with every dramatic step he took. You made it all the way to the park like that, and when you got there, Bakugou let the dog off the leash and set you on the ground to run around.

You and him spent a little while running up and down the playground’s slides and rock climbing walls. You weren’t good at those, but he held your arms and helped you up.

“Boo!” A loud voice called, honestly startling Katsuki a little more than he’d like to admit. It was followed by a wet dog tongue slobbing all over his face.

“Phngh!” He scrunched his face up and he tried to push the dog off him. he chuckled and wiped the spit of his face, “Okay, okay. You guys found me.”

You smiled at the fact you and Princess had just won your game of hide and seek. You heard your dad grunt as he tried to get up out of his hiding spot, which was him crumpled under the little kiddie slide.

He sat in the sand with his legs spread out and his arms behind him. He felt your arms wrap around his neck and you putting all your weight on his back. “All right, your turn, kiddo. Go hide.” He smiles, tilting his head back to look at you.

Thirty seconds later, and you and Princess were squished behind a fat tree in the bush surrounding the park. You peeped around to watch the blonde walk every where, looking behind things.

“Shh!” You giggled, at the dog who was moving around in the leaves.

Next minute, you were found, thanks to Princess, but it was fine because you got a piggy back over to the drink fountain. He lifted you up so you could drink some water.

“Cold!” You gasped, and Bakugou chuckled.

Right now, you were sitting in his lap while he was cross-legged in front of the little swivel-ly plastic cylinders with naughts and crosses on them. You had your little finger in your chin to make you seem more mysterious.

“Mm.. here.” You smile, and rotate one of the cylinders.

“Ha!” Bakugou grinned, spinning around another one, which gave him a straight line of three circles. “And that is bingo, my dear.”

“Aw.. again, please!”

He gave into your cute little smile and you ended up playing another three rounds, and you won one of those, so your dad ended up winning anyway but he wasn’t a bragging ass about it. At all, really.

“Alright, squirt.” He said, rubbing your shoulder and standing up. He stretched his tight limbs and grunted. “Wanna go home? Dinner’s gonna be my kick-ass curry. And I got some cheese sticks for ya.”

“Yummy! I love cheese sticks.” You smile through your chubby little cheeks, and you felt your dad’s hand pat your back gently.

“Hell yeah you do. You’d have a cheese fountain in your room if you could.” He laughed, helping you down the chain climbing frame onto the ground.

You gasped with excitement. “Can I?”

“There’s not enough dairy in the world for that.” He scoffed with a laugh.

The walk home was pretty fun. You were allowed to hold Princess’s leash most of the way and you collected honky nuts in your shirt that you curled up. You gave them all names, and Bakugou did his best to try remember them all.

While dinner was being cooked in the kitchen and the house smelled like spicy curry, you were at the kitchen table with Princess, coloring in your honky nuts with textas. They all had little faces and rainbows.

“Look, pa! This one is... Suzie. I think.” You pouted, holding up your masterpiece covered in hearts and a smiley face. He turned around from the stove and chuckled to himself.

Couple minutes later, you had a plate of curry in front of you with a cheese stick on a napkin next to it. You smile and shoved in in your mouth as soon as you realized what it was. 

“There ya go, babygirl. Curry with a side of cheese.” He smiles and sat next to you with his own plate. “Don’t know how you eat that stuff.”

“It’s good!” You muffle with it all in your mouth. 

He laughed, shook his head and ate his dinner with you, talking about honky nuts and cheese sticks. Sure you had some weird conversations, but he loved you. How’d he get so lucky?

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ily uwu that's all

Love ya too (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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What about a bnha x child reader which the reader is mina's sister and she meets 1-A cause readers school was suspended . Also the reader is 4 years old

Of course I can do a fic with the reader being Mina’s little sister, but maybe in a different scenario, just since I’ve pretty much already done this yesterday?Sorry, munchkin (✿´‿`)

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| Big People School |

Woo, the first request on this blog! I love this idea, and ya’ll know I can’t resist a little sister request. Thanks for your lovely request and I hope it suffices  xx

This is very long, but who’s complaining, right? It’s chock-a-block full of fluff.

Story below.

“Psst... [Name].” Todoroki’s quiet voice soothingly wakes you, his hand patting your teeny shoulder under the blanket. He watches you open your eyes, stretch your limbs until you became the shape of a starfish and yawn up at him. Your blankets were a mess, but he fixed them as he used a hand to help you sit up. “Morning, sleepy.” he smiles a tad.

“Morning...” You sleepily reply with another yawn, rubbing your little eyes and grumbling when your older brother picks you up. Your cheek squished up against his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open. You rocked around for a bit as he bent down to tuck your sheets in and fix your couple teddies. 

“Hey, where’s your Mister Giraffe?” He quietly questions with a quirked brow, walking around the bed to try find the small giraffe teddy. He knew he was one of your favorites, so when he heard an adorable little gasp and felt your head lift, he wasn’t surprised.

Your face was full of worry and you wiggled around in his arm. “Mister Giraffe is missing?” You pout.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” Your brother smiles, and pats your back gently while walking over to your drawers to get your clothes ready. He pulls out the top one, and pokes around for a suitable outfit for kindergarten. “Bunnies or frogs, sweet?”

“Bunnies!“

Most of your clothes had little bunnies or frogs on them, because they were your favorites.He picked out a long sleeved jumper with tiny bunny print and little denim shorts.

He placed you on the ground as carefully as he could, and smiled when he gently pulled your fist away from your red eye. “Come on, now, stop. Your going to dent your eye in if you don’t stop rubbing it.” He was still talking quietly, because Enji was sleeping in the room next door.

You eyes were still closed and your mouth was still drooling while he helped you step into your shorts and pull the jumper over your head. Of course, he didn’t forget the rainbow striped stockings you always wore. It was weird, but everyone knew that the girl with the rainbow stocking was [Name] Todoroki.

After you had your white velcro shoes on, he did his best to tie your fluffy white hair into a ponytail and make it look decent. He was pretty good at it.

“Here, sweetheart.” Shouto places a plate of toast with peanut butter and sprinkles on it onto the dining table, but he looks around for you since you weren’t at any of the chairs. “[Name]?“

He ended up finding you in the hallway calling out for Mister Giraffe with a plate full of chocolate biscuits on it. Apparently chocolate biscuits were his favorite, so Shouto just chuckled and let you put them there so Mr Giraffe would come back.

Just as he was clipping you into your car seat while you sang some song from a kids TV show, his phone chimed and he checked it quickly.

“Bipity, bipity, bomp!” You finished singing the last line of your song, kicking your feet around with a goofy smile. Your hands were flinging Mr Giraffes arms around to make him dance on your lap. Shouto found him under the driver’s seat when you got in the car. Lord knows how he got there. 

You saw Todoroki and asked him what he was reading.

“Ah... It’s mom saying that you can’t go to kindergarten today. You were supposed to get your flu shot yesterday but since you didn’t, they.. can’t let you in.” He sighed, and lent against the outside of the car brushing his hand through his hair. He honestly didn’t know what to do now. He could stay home with you, but UA would probably bust him for it.

He sighed and thought of the last resort. “I think you might have to come to school with me.” ____

 “I know, I’m sorry sir. It’s just for a day before we’re able to get her back in to her kindergarten.” Shouto explained, with his sister’s small hand in his.

“Don’t let it happen again.“ Aizawa stated, clearly irritated with the situation Shouto turned up to school with. Having a kid on school grounds wasn’t exactly allowed, but Aizawa let it slip for a day.

“It won’t. Thank you sir.” Todoroki nodded, and that was Aizawa’s queue to sigh and trudge back to his desk drearily. Your brother looked down to you, a patted your hair and tapped your chin. “Come on.“

You nibbled on Mr Giraffe’s ear and listened to the voices coming from behind the giant class door. You really didn’t do well with new people, or really any people at all. Especially men. You know, with the delinquent father and all.

“Shou, it’s scary.“ You mumble.

He smiles sympathetically and bends down to pick you up and haul you onto his hip. “I’m right here, okay? If you get too overwhelmed, you can tap my shoulder and we can go home.” He kisses your cheek and waits for an answer.

“Okay...“ You pout nervously. And switch from chewing Mr Giraffe to fiddling with your brother’s hair.

He smiles, and goes to push open the door with his spare hand, and the talking got louder when you both went in. You couldn’t see anyone yet, since your head was facing backwards on his shoulder, but as he walked down the aisle to his desk, you lifted your head to see more and more people looking at you with excited smiles.

“Oh my god!” A girl gasped and was shaking and squealing. “She’s so cute!”

A guy with spiky red hair was grinning and tapping his mate’s shoulder. “Look, man!”

Another girl with pink skin and a boy with green hair were both whispering to each other and smiling at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Quiet. Todoroki has brought his little sister in for the day because of valid reasons, so don’t go squealing and crying, okay? This is still a school day.” Aizawa pointed out from the front of the class, getting all the talking and squealing to stop. Shouto sat down with you on his lap at his desk.

While the teacher started talking, he lent back to look at your anxious face. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, looking around the large room while. You felt safe and comfortable in your brother’s arms despite the huge weird room. “He has spider arms.“

Shouto looked to who you were pointing at, and it was Shoji. He actually found it a tad funny and he smiled. “Spider arms?”

You nodded, and giggled. “Spider arms!”

“Alright, do the rest of those pages and don’t do anything stupid. Wake me up if there’s a fire or something.” The tired guy with the black hair grumbled, and seemed to disappear behind his desk.

The girl with pink hair stood subtly, peering as far as she could to check if Aizawa had fully gone down. She realized he wasn’t paying attention, so she jumped up from her desk, jittering and exploding with excitement. She was suddenly leaning on your brother’s desk, and he lifted his head and held you against him by your stomach. “Yes?”

“Oh my god, Todoroki, is this your sister?” She smiled giddily at you.

“Yes, what do you want, Ashido?” He replied, and you looked at her with a teeny pout.

Then another two came to his desk. One had spiky red hair and another had spiky yellow hair. “Dude, this is fucking awesome! They let you bring a kid in her-”

Shouto sighed, and frowned at the frantic yellow haired guy, eyeing him like a pissed off mother bear. “I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t swear.”

“Aw c’mon, bro! She’s so freaking cute!” Kirishima yelled, slamming his hands on the desk and smiling. The loud noise startled you and you jumped in Shouto’s arms. “You wanna come sit with us?”

“Why would she want to sit with you?” Todoroki said.

It took a bit of arguing, but you ended up sitting with Ashido, which made her very happy. You thought she was pretty cool, and you loved her pink hair. Todoroki was constantly peering over to make sure you were okay, to the point where he wrote down one sentence in twenty minutes. You were standing in front of her desk, peering over the top as she drew some sort of unicorn. “Huh... This sorta looks like a blob of play dough with a tumor on it’s head.” She frowned.

“Can I color it?” You asked quietly.

She smiled and rotated it around for you. “’Course, cutie!”

She handed you some pencils and you stood there and colored in her unicorn with them. Wasn’t the best coloring, but you were four, so it’s fine. Mina giggled and said, “That’s pretty good, lil’ miss Vincent Van Gogh!”

“I like unicorns.” You smiled. “And I like the ones with the- with the wings!” You grinned, jumping up and down flapping your arms like wings.

“I like them, too!” Mina giggled, watching you bounce around.

“And fairies, and mermaids, and um- and- and Mickey Mouse!” You were just bouncing around talking weird toddler nonsense, but it was cute. “And like bunnies, too! Look, there’s a bunny rabbit on my jumper. Shou picked it.”

You looked down at your jumper, pulling the bottom of it out to get a good look at the picture, which gave you a double chin. “He has a top hat.”

“He’s a fancy bunny.” Mina giggled.

“He needs a mustache.” You stated simply, and reached for one of the girl’s permanent markers, which made Mina laugh and jump to stop you.

“I don’t think your mom will like that, honey...” She laughed, putting the pen back in her pencil case.

The first two classes were pretty fun. You spoke to Mina and colored her unicorn for a while, but eventually went back to Shouto. You and him drew in his book, and you drew a cute little smiley face on his cheek with a texta. When the bell went, you followed him out the class, holding his hand and Mr Giraffe.

“Look at my unicorn, Shou! He has a um- a tuxedo.” You told him tilting your head to the side, flailing your coloring all over the place. Your brother smiled and gently took the page from you to look at it.

“You’re good at coloring.” He said truthfully. He looked at the paper and all the little smiley faces and hearts everywhere. The smiley face was still on his cheek, but he had forgotten. People who walked past him thought it was pretty funny.

“Do you get nap time?” You asked.

You heard a chuckle, as Todo put your picture into his backpack. “I wish, but no. You can have a nap now if you want. Are you tired?”

“A bit.” You say, getting closer to the cafeteria. “Drawing is hard work.”

You ended up falling asleep at lunch, two minutes in, on Shouto’s lap. You managed to eat a couple of bites of your peanut butter and sprinkle sandwich, but that was about it. While you were asleep, everyone was giggling at your divine choice of filling. It was yummy, but sleep felt better.

“You know, I’d imagine it’d taste pretty good!” Uraraka said from the other side of the table, thinking about your sprinkle and peanut butter sandwich.

“Do you think that’s what the teletubbies eat?” Midoriya chuckled.

“Oh my god, yeah! That’s what that elephant vacuum thing makes.” The girl laughed. “What the hell even is that thing, though? Director must’ve been on drugs.”

“She’s eaten so many of those. She had it for breakfast, too.” Shouto smiles, patting your back as you snore quietly.

“Damn, how has she not gotten diabetes yet?” Uraraka says with a smile and a shocked face.

“Uraraka, don’t joke about that...” The green haired boy nervously said.

“She used to like jam and sprinkles, but a commercial on TV showed strawberries with smiley faces on them going into the jar, so she thought that jam was dead strawberries, which is why she hates jam now.”

“She isn’t exactly wrong, though..” Iida said, shrugging. “About the dead strawberries.”

“That is true.” Uraraka said. “What kinda TV advert shows that to kids, though?” She giggles.

“I think I’ve seen that one! With the weird bear in overalls?” Midoriya asked. “His eyes look like golf balls...”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Todoroki replied. He felt your head start to move and looked down at you, seeing your eyes opening and closing again because of the bright lights. In the background, everyone was talking about the weird jam commercial.

“Shou?” You grumble, seeing your brother’s face.

“You fell asleep when you were eating.” He said, smiling slightly at the peanut butter and sprinkles on your face. All over your face. “Here, lets get this off.”

He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped the stuff off your cheeks and mouth. You were still pretty sleepy, and all the bright lights and talking was a little scary. Shouto got the rest of the stuff off your face and you yawned, reaching for the rest of your sandwich.

“Hey, [Name], can I try a piece please?” The girl with the brown hair asked, with a small smile.

You nodded, and ripped the corner off and handed it to the girl. She took it and put it in her mouth as her eyebrows rose and she nodded slowly. “That is actually Gordon Ramsey menu worthy!”

“Is it really?” Midoriya asked.

“You bet. This stuff is gold!” She muffled, pointing to your sandwich.

“Hey, Todoroki, has she gotten her quirk, yet?” Iida said out of curiosity.

“Yeah, she got it about two months ago.” He said, and Midoriya lit up with a cute little smile. Everyone knew he loved the subject of quirks and heroes, so everyone braced themselves for the giant flood of talking they were about to encounter.

“That’s so cool that you have your quirk!” He smiled, and you smiled back, nodding. “How’d you get it?”

You pulled up your jumper’s sleeve to show a small scar going down your arm. Everyone looked at it and you said, “I froze my bed and my blankies went all hard and cold and then I moved and it cut me here! Shou had to make fire and un-freeze it so I could get out. And then Fuyumi gave me a Little Mermaid band aid.”

“So your quirk is like your brother’s ice?” Iida said.

You nodded dramatically, shooting your arms out and smiling, “I’m like Elsa!” ____

“So, [Name], how was Yuuei today? You get to meet cool heroes?” Fuyumi asked, carefully placing a plate of veggies, chicken and rice in front of you. You blew on it and stabbed the chicken with your fork, which you were holding backwards. All of your siblings sat down at the dinner table around you, thanking your sister for the meal.

“I like old people school!” You exclaimed, shoving the chicken in your mouth.

Natsuo smirked and sat down next to you with his plate of food, ruffling your hair. “Who you calling ‘old’?”

“She froze an entire rock when we were doing hero training in the courts.” Shouto smiled proudly. Fuyumi gasped quickly and smiled at you.

“That’s so good, [Name]!” She said.

Natsuo chuckled and pointed his fork at you. “When I was four, I couldn’t freeze a damn pebble. That’s some pretty good stuff, squirt.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a hero when I’m big and I’m gonna freeze all of the villain’s butts!” You say happily, punching the air. All your siblings laughed and you sat in your chair for the rest of dinner thinking of ways to sneak into Shou’s backpack to go to his school again, because today was fun.

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