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“no matter who i’m in love with, you’re my only hero nana” 💔

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ever since i was a little girl i've known that i wanted to be romantically involved with a fictional man

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⌕ gintama - gin-chan.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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“i can do it myself.” wife 🤝 “i know you can, but let me do it for you.” husband

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Woke up this morning and remembered this unfinished Naruto fanart, that I don't hate!

I was going to participate in a fan show with this, but life happened and I never finished it beyond concept stage. Plus, it was an official licensed show and they didn't want a mesh of Naruto/Shippuden (might've been a brand or licensing reason) so I should've changed their looks to either be kids or young adults.

Might finish it for fun some day

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the evolution of Naruto and sasuke

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this is so cute 🥰

first pregnancy  | kakashi

 this is my entry for the spring solstice event by the lovely (and patient) @sleepysnk! i decided to do kakashi + his first family/pregnancy. it’s my first event and i’m so happy and excited to be able to participate!! female reader in this one <3 I kept the baby gender neutral!

 before the arrival of baby hatake:

I don’t see Kakashi having “an accident” so baby hatake was definitely planned

so when the news is confirmed by the doctor, you can imagine (and clearly see) the excitement in his eyes

throughout the first trimester, he buys nearly every book he can on parenting

even takes notes on some things that he thinks he needs to remember

I also don’t see him posting about the news anywhere or calling his friends just to tell them about it but instead he would casually bring it up in conversation

Like if he’s on the phone with Iruka, they could be making plans to have a guys night soon and he’ll say “yeah, I just want to be home by 10 so I can spend time with Y/N and the (incoming) baby”

He’s stayed up to read about what it’s like to be pregnant and really tries to make it as easy for you as possible

Almost feels guilty about it if he didn’t like the process of making one or the results really 

Finds some of your favorite clothes in larger sizes for you (mainly to avoid dealing with your pregnancy mood swings…he’s not great at talking about emotions but he does a good job at listening to you and handling you in your emotional states <3)

found the perfect concoction (thanks to Kurenai and Tsunade) to help you with your morning sickness

Doesn’t question your pregnancy cravings. You want nutella on your chicken nuggets? He’s getting the hazelnut chocolate jar. You’re craving bacon wrapped pickles? He’s preparing it in the kitchen with his ‘kiss the cook’ apron. 

Expect to wake up in the morning with his mouth (or ear) pressed against your tummy while he has “conversations” with the kid. You have to push his head away sometimes because of his breath tickling your stomach

He consults Guy–who has a kid of his own– on any parenting tips he can give, as well as Kurenai and any other friends with kids

Everything in the house is baby proofed by the second trimester

the third trimester is spent solely on figuring out what is going to go in the nursery

Early rays of the morning sun shine through the open blinds of the soon-to-be nursery. Streaks of pastel green, dark green, emerald green, and hunter green line up the right side of the room. Strips of pastel yellow,  honey yellow, and bumblebee yellow line the left side of the room. 

You stand by the door, one hand wrapped around your morning coffee with the other on your baby bump. The mug rises to your lips, allowing you to blow cool air on to the steaming cup. 

Kakashi comes up next to you, his own mug in hand (one that says “Best Sensei”, gifted to him by his ‘adopted’ children--he would die rather than admit he uses it daily). He wraps his free hand around you and gives you yet another kiss on the cheek that morning –not that you’re counting or complaining. 

“How’s the coffee?” He plants another kiss on you and rests his cheek against your head, appreciating the empty room before you. 

“Perfect, like always.” You smile, drinking another sip of your much needed caffeine. 

“Good. You deserve nothing less.”

Two lovers enjoy each others company in silence, each in their own head dreaming of what the future will bring. 

“You know, I think the dark green is growing on me. I’m still not convinced the nursery should be all one color, but I’m starting to like it the more I look at it.” You break the silence and walk up to place your palm against the wall. 

“What if we did both? We could have yellow furniture and green walls.” Kakashi suggests, coming up next to you to place a hand on your tummy. He leans down and presses his lips to your stomach. 

“What do you think?” He whispers against your pajama shirt, moving his hand all over to feel for any sign of approval from the baby. Baby Hatake kicks his hand, eliciting a gasp from it’s father. Kakashi looks at you with big, round eyes, the same ones that looked up at you when he proposed. Sparkling with hope of a better future and filled with love of what’s in front of him. 

“Did you–did you feel that?” His excitement is akin to a kid receiving a gift from Santa himself. 

The edges of your lips tug upwards, offering your kneeling husband a gleeful smile of your own. 

“Yes, Kakashi. I think the baby likes your idea.” Your hand moves to ruffle his messy hair, something you secretly wish your child will inherit. 

“What about mom?” He stands up, stealing a quick peck from your lips. His hand stays at your stomach in hopes of feeling the baby “communicate” to him again. 

“Mom likes the idea,” you take another sip, “she would like it even more with a side of pancakes.” You tease. 

“Blueberry or chocolate chips?” 

after the arrival of baby hatake:

Kakashi takes the baby in the stroller with him EVERYWHERE. He loves taking the baby outside for fresh air and going on walks with him in the early hours of the morning

He’s so good at waking up as soon as the baby starts crying and he takes them on his morning run to allow you more time to sleep in the morning <3 (he doesn’t mind at all, he’s always been one with strange sleeping patterns)

He carries baby books and flashcards with him so he can bond with the baby in an educational way

he is a MASTER of calming the baby down 

Seriously, the rocking pattern and patting rhythm is a deadly weapon of his. One that you have had the honor of experiencing in your own sleepless nights

He has a scoreboard with Guy that shows how quickly they can change diapers 

To be honest he has a lot of father + baby challenges he holds but this one is the most common 

So far Kakashi holds the record, and you can bet your left arm that he’s going to do everything he can to hold it 

his ninken love to spend time with the baby, especially during tummy time 

His heart is absolutely filled with love and pride when he watches you feed the baby, it swells with more love when it giggles at you <3 

He does everything in his power to be the best dad, and wants to ensure that this babies childhood will be nothing like his 

“Ready?” Kakashi prays that you or Guy’s spouse do not come through the door to witness what has been going on during your child’s playdates.

Two grown men–two grown fathers– stand beside each other and in front of their butt naked babies. Both babies are on their backs, resting on the animal patterned changing mats. Clean diapers, rash cream, baby powers, and wet wipes sit between the two contenders, ready to be used at a moments notice. 

“Ready.” Guy finishes his arm stretches and makes a goofy little face to his own baby, pinching it’s cheek when it gurgles at him. 

The two dads nod at each other, get in position, and quietly shout go!

White clouds of baby powder spread through the air, rash cream tubes fly left and right, dirty diapers are carefully thrown out into the trash bins as the race goes on. 

It’s a close call, but the numbers don’t lie. Kakashi sets his hands on his hips proudly when his baby is all cleaned up and ready to go, proud to still be the reigning champ. The little infant babbles up at its father and stretches two chubby hands and legs, asking to be picked up.  

“We need our spouses to judge the next round because I swear you started your time after you picked up the clean diaper.” 

Kakashi rolls his eyes at his friends dramatics, but agrees to the challenge anyways. 

“I don’t agree with your so called ‘assessment’ but we can settle this with who can rock the baby to sleep first.”

“You’re on.”

Bonus:

“There’s my two babies!” You grab the baby from Kakashi when he walks through the door. Kakashi looks absolutely exhausted, more than the bouncing baby in your arms. He gives you a kiss before shuffling to flop face down on the couch. The baby bag he held drops onto the floor next to him. 

“You know, I’m starting to think these playdates are more for you and Guy.” You tease your husband, who merely gives you a thumbs up from the couch. 

“Dada seems tired. Did you at least have fun?” You coo at the child in your hands, quickly dodging the baby fist that nearly hit you in your head. The baby starts fussing in your arms. Your nose scrunches up when you realize why the baby suddenly turned cranky. 

You carry it over to the changing station in your living room and pull the onesie down. 

“Kakashi, why is the diaper backwards?” You hold the baby up to showcase his work. Kakashi’s eyes widen in horror. Thank Kami Guy didn’t notice!

“About that…”

i would not be surprised if the baby’s first words are “rival”

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naruto + cat

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I hate how social media especially tiktok has normalised taking pictures/videos of random strangers in public and making fun of them or making commentary on them in some way… literally what the fuck is wrong with u if you’ve ever done this

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naruto + cat

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pairing: miya osamu x reader.

genre & content warnings: angst. established relationship. neglect. break-up.

notes: inspired by cup of joe's song, hayaan. (screams) pinag-laban, pinag-laban ko sana.

I'll never change my mind about you.

That's something you held unto for the longest time. When you close your eyes, you can still hear him promise you this and almost feel the way his arms wrap around you with reassurance he'd love you.

But nostalgia is but a pair of rose-colored glasses—it takes away the bitter taste in your mouth that you shouldn't ever forget.

The days you spent alone and the way it felt as if you didn't exist, not to him, at least. When he had started Onigiri Miya, you had been there every step of the way—the bland taste of the initial samples, the rush of excitement at the taste of something you'd eventually call your favorite.

Osamu had named that recipe after you as a joke until it stuck. Years of your relationship solidified by something like food and how he looked at you upon the success of it all.

But again, it's bitter. The apartment was often cold, his side of the bed lingering with his scent but never him. It's the taste that gathered in your mouth whenever he would shrug you off, almost as if he never heard you tell him I miss you.

Osamu never thought the apartment would be this way. The warm tones of the furniture or the color of the walls doesn't make it feel less empty, less cold.

All because you're not there anymore.

Maybe, maybe if he hadn't said those words that night, then maybe he could feel your arms wrap around him; comforting and calm and warm like the rising sun. Osamu wonders how you must've felt, alone in the place he should've been with you in.

And to think you never would've left him if he hadn't said those words—words he didn't mean, words he didn't know would be the last thing he'd ever say to you.

Hell, if only he'd known. He would've kept his mouth shut like he's been doing all this time, barely ever speaking to you. Anything, anything just to have kept you with him—even if you were the last thing he deserved.

He could hear your voice in his head like it's bouncing against the walls of the place you used to call home because it was where he was, too. You had slowly unraveled yourself from him, everything you did he had barely even watched to see how he could've prevented it sooner. It's quiet in the apartment but the ache in his chest is loud.

He yearns for you; the sound of your voice asking him how his day was, what he wanted for dinner, if he loved you still.

The questions he never answered.

Osamu closes his eyes, tears falling down to his cheeks. If he tries hard enough, he can almost feel your body against him again.

If he tries hard enough, he can forget the sound of his voice—loud, frustrated—

Maybe I don't love you anymore!

If he tries hard enough, surely, he can see you smiling back at him—warm and loving, then he can forget the cold look in your eyes the moment he hears his words echoing back to him.

Maybe he could've caught your wrist as you turned back and shut the door on him forever. Leaving him for good, never coming back inside the coldness of what you've called home for the past four years you've spent with him.

Osamu closes his eyes, pretends you're inside there with him, because if he tried hard enough, maybe then you'd still be there with him.

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no you live in a society, i live in unrealistic idealised romantic daydreams about fictional characters

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he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

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Long Gone (3)

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Warnings: has mature content, mentions of cheating and divorce

A/N: So *nervous laughter* I was just fuckin' with you guys, most of you got the other girl's identity right. Enjoy the angst train ahead!

Previous Part: Chapter Two

Growing up having nothing to your name has taught you lots of things. The most important lesson from it though was having appreciation for what you have and being grateful with what you're given. So no matter how little the gift you receive or how simple the gesture, you take it to heart and treasure the person that has shown you kindness for as long as you live.

You remember that particular day, standing in one of those boutiques where there wasn't anything you could afford. You remember running your fingertips along the perfume bottle with a silver crown on top, thinking this must cost years and years' worth of your savings. You snicker to yourself as you place it back carefully on the shelf.

"That one smells amazing. It lasts long and it's limited edition too." You turn around and found your best friend smiling over your shoulder. "This one is mine, it has been my scent forever." She giggles as she took the bottle from the shelf above the one you just put back.

"My mom had about a dozen of perfume in her boudoir and I used to sneak in there to get a spritz of this all the time when I was kid."  You watch her as she spray it on a test card and hands it to you expectantly. "On my 10th birthday, she finally gave in and got me my own."

You hold it by your nose and a smile stretches your lips in recognition. "Jasmines." You mutter and she beams widely. "Yeah! And Mirabelle plum, white peach and bergamot." She gushes, her excitement is contagious that your smile stretches wider.

This scent embodies Yaoyorozu Momo. When you get a whiff of this in a room or any place, you're sure she's there or had been there.

Momo is someone who could take you a lot by surprise. You found it hard to believe that this kind, bright, beautiful girl deems you worthy of her friendship. Not to mention how generous and down to earth despite being ridiculously rich.

When you both got inside the car, you look up at her in surprise as she hands you one of the shopping bags in her arms. A gasp escapes you when you saw that she bought you the perfume you were looking at earlier. "Momo, what-? why-?" you stammer, putting the box back in the bag and handing it back to her.

Momo stubbornly pushes it back to you though and says, "Y/n, please. Let me at least give you this." She sighs. "We practically grew up together. You're like sister to me but you never, not once, took any of the gifts I've given you!"

You wince and fidget in your seat, looking away and then back at her gorgeous face. "That's because you've done so much for me already. Just having your family take me in is already too much of a blessing.." you mutter and to your surprise she exhales sharply. "Y/n, stop thinking you owe us anything. You're on scholarship so we don't pay for your school and you even work as my mom's assistant. Which is ridiculous, by the way! My dad already said you don't have to do that!-"

"But I want to. I enjoy working for your mom." You interrupt her, a warm smile brightening your face. "You mom is nicest and she teaches me a lot of things. Besides, I don't want to be freeloader. I don't like being a burden." Momo grabs your hand and your eyes fall on the silly string bracelet you made her when you were kids. You can't believe she's still wears it.

"You could never be a burden even if you try. You're one of the best people I know." She says and that made your eyes stung with tears. Momo had always been there for you and you were so grateful that she always had your back.

But when you two separated in high school, with her attending the country's finest hero school and you to a normal one nearby, things started to change.

At first Momo would be so excited to come home for the  weekends and holidays, and she brought you to their school festivals and other events. But as you both reach your last year in high school, you noticed that she was becoming more distant. You figured it was because of the stress she faces in the hero world, so you let her be.

Little did you know that Momo was starting to resent you for being closer to her parents than she is since you still live with them at home while she's at the dorms. It also didn't help that even her friends adored you and are always asking about you when Momo stopped bringing you to UA.

When you started college, you told the Yaoyorozu family that you would like to start on living on your own and attend a college away from your hometown. Momo's parents were upset by it at first but when you promised to visit regularly, they both gave you a sad smile and finally agreed. Momo on the other hand, just gave you a stiff smile and wished you luck.

Since then, you barely saw her. Sometimes you still wonder what went wrong between the two of you.

When you began dating Shoto though, you started to hope things would go back to how it was since you started seeing her more again, with them having the same circle of friends.

But no. In their get togethers or hero events, she would just give you a smile and carry on with her conversations with  others. Whenever you tried to reconnect, it seemed awkward. Like she was uncomfortable talking to you. It made you sad at first but you realized that maybe, she just outgrew you. And those kind of things happen. That's just life, you figure. As long as she's happy, then you are too.

Besides, you know her.

You know her as the beautiful, kind, humble friend who loved you like family. You know her as the girl who has everything but has appreciation for the little things. You know her as the girl who loved the perfume that smells just like Jasmines.

The very same, distinct scent you smell on your husband's skin when he comes home to give a kiss.

The same distinct fucking scent that invades your nostrils as you open the master bedroom that particular day after getting home from a small vacation with Rei, Fuyumi and Natsuo's wife that Shoto so generously paid for.

The same scent suffocating you right now in your own home while your marriage is crumbling to pieces.

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"What are you doing to my house?"

You ask, trying to conceal every brewing emotion you have right now. Did she think you didn't know? Didn't Shoto? Do they seriously think you're that naive?

You tear your gaze away from her as your husband emerges from the hallway, carrying some folders in his hands. "You're home." He notes monotonously. "Yukio?"

"Upstairs, getting changed." You choke out. You turn your head back to Momo, still expecting an answer.

"We're going on a mission together. With Bakugo-kun and Midoriya-kun." She says with a small smile but you notice her fingers fidget, tugging on the hem of her dress. A nervous tic you've come to know she has since you were kids. She then sits back down as Todoroki takes the couch across hers, laying out some files by the coffee table.

"I see." You say stiffly. "I'll leave you two then. I have to get dinner started anyway." You clench your jaw and started to walk away. You stop in your tracks when Shoto catches your wrist as you pass.

"You don't need to do that tonight." He says and you just stare at him, waiting for more explanation. Shoto takes a deep breath and glances at Momo before looking back at you. Though no words were exchanged, there was a mutual understanding there that made your heart ache.

"I made reservations." Shoto then says in a careful manner, obviously gauging your reaction. You flicker your glare at Yaoyorozu who was also staring at you as if she's studying you too. "Somewhere us three could talk in private. I figure we should talk things out like adults." Shoto adds, his shoulders elevating a tad in a small shrug.

Oh. He's- No, they are going to tell you about them.

You stare at your husband in utter disbelief. Your world crashing and burning all over gain realizing he's really that adamant in disrespecting your feelings. He even invited her over to your fucking house as if to rub salt on the wound.

You feel the bile rising in your throat. Could this really be the man you loved and married? And the same girl you grew up with and treated like your own blood?

How isn't there a look of remorse on Shoto's face or shame on Yaoyorozu's? How could they act so casual about all of this? How could they think you're at the mental capacity right now to hear about their damn affair??

Your hand that Shoto was holding clenches into a fist.

"Things to talk about?" You mock, your glare flickering back to Shoto's face. "If you're referring to the entire year of fucking each other behind my back, in our own damn bed, then there's no need, Shoto." You say and your husband seemed dumbfounded which makes you let out a humorless laugh. "Come on, did you really think you were being sneaky? I honestly thought you weren't even trying."

You then throw a tearful glare at Momo. "And if you're here to rub it in my face that my husband is leaving me for you? Well, you got the point across."  You pull your hand away harshly from Shoto's grip without sparing him a glance.

"I get it. You both have no respect for me. Not as an old friend, not as your damn wife." You catch a tear that escaped the corner of your eyes  before it could fall down your cheek. No, they don't deserve to see you in tears. "I finally understand that now. So don't worry, I'm giving you two what you both want. I will sign the divorce papers. But in return, try not to be so shameless about what you're doing. At least up until after my son's birthday."

When you finally meet Todoroki's heterochromatic orbs again, he realizes he's never seen you angry before. Not truly. Not like this. And he's subconsciously reaching for you again but you scorn away.

"Yukio will not be the same after our divorce. I want to soften the impact of our separation on him as much as possible but I can't do it alone. God knows I wish I could." You grit your teeth. "And if what you said in the attorneys' office is true," you glance back at Yaoyorozu and spat, "I don't want your mistress in any of my properties." You almost smirk in satisfaction seeing that you have elicited a reaction from her. Hearing the truth fucking hurts, doesn't it?

Before Yaoyorozu could open her mouth, you walk up to her and showed her that you're standing your ground. "Out of respect for your parents, I'm warning you just this once. Next time you come anywhere near me or my son, I won't hesitate to have you dragged away." You eye her head to toe, your nose wrinkling. "You disgust me."

She raises a hand to slap you and all you could think of was, Really? She had the audacity? But before her hand could come in contact with your cheek, Shoto catches her arm.

"That's enough." He says, but he is glaring down at you. You shouldn't really be surprised that he's taking her side but that didn't mean it hurt less. You weren't able to hide the pain in your eyes seeing the man you love take the side of the woman he betrayed you with.

You exhaled sharply and shook your head in disbelief. "Get her out of the house before I make our guards do so."

As soon as you turn away to head for the kitchen, tears fall endlessly down your face. You push air down your lungs in gasps as you round the corner to hide, trembling hand finding the wall to keep yourself upright.

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That night, you exchanged the guest room for Yukio's. Your son is the only reason you're able to stay sane through all this. You had to hold your tears as you put on your usual facade in front of your son through dinner and bedtime story. Of course Shoto was gone. It's not like you expected him to stay after what happened earlier. It was only until Yukio was fast asleep in your arms did you let the tears fall freely again, letting out all your bottled up frustrations.

At around 1 am, the door swings open and Todoroki steps in. You didn't move from where you lay but you met his gaze. He then walks to the bed and sat beside Yukio. You watch him reach out to touch Yukio's head with a somber expression on his face.

Shoto could tell that you have been crying yet you kept your face void from any emotion. He didn't know why but he's itching to reach and cup your face. Then again, it was something he always used to do when you were upset.

"I'm sorry." Shoto then murmurs softly, you weren't sure if he was saying that to you or your son. It became evident that the apology was for you though as he continues to say, "I thought it would have been better for us if we talked it through.." You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows. "I didn't know that you knew."

You slowly got up, careful not to wake your son. "Not here." You mutter. You lean down to press a kiss on Yukio's head before getting off the bed. Shoto follows you out the room and to the engawa. You lean against one of the beams and stared out the expanse of the quiet manor. Your husband stood a respectable distance from you and you both share the soltitude for a couple of minutes.

Todoroki didn't know how to start. He wasn't even sure why he's feeling this way. Why is he conflicted now? When days prior he told you he wanted the divorce, he couldn't wait to get it fucking over with? He didn't want to be stuck in this marriage with you any longer and he really thought he was doing you both a favor. Because who would want to stay with a lying, cheating husband, right? With a husband who no longer loves you?

But seeing you earlier, hearing you say those things- it made you seem, and he knows this is so cruel for him to think, but it made you seem human to him again. Someone with emotions, with sentiments, and burdens to carry.

For years, you had been just his wife and the mother of his child. Someone who kept his home, who took care of his son, who occasionally pleases him when he asks. The years spent together made Todoroki got used to you. Like you were there in his life because you're supposed to, because he married you. Not someone who brings him joy or make his life exciting like before.

So when temptation struck and he felt that familiar thrill ablaze within him, he didn't even stop to think about you or how it would affect you.

In fact, coming home to his unsuspecting wife, or so he thought, only seemed to make it more gratifying for him. So he kept doing it with Yaororozu. Someone he's familiar with but someone who makes him feel wanted all the time. Someone who prioritizes him and only him and tends to his needs. Someone who'd jump the gun at a merely suggestive text unlike you who always seemed to make it feel like a chore.

And then one day,  he realizes how much he would rather just be with Momo than you. That means he no longer loves you. Right?

"Did you really think I was clueless?" Your quiet voice interrupts his train of thought making Shoto look at you,  blinking.

"I knew you had your suspiscions but I didn't think you'd know it was Yaoyorozu." He says, painfully truthful as always. Todoroki did recall you asking one to many questions or checking up on him more often during his 'missions'. But he thought nothing of it because you'd always end the conversation with, "Oh alright." and a worn out, "I love you, take care, please."

"I grew up with her, you know?" Todoroki looks away, shame prickling his skin. To you it probably felt like he had cheated on you with your sister. "And you, Sho? I've known you for almost nine years now." You say thoughtfully, eyes dancing across the star-studded night sky.

"I really hoped it would just be a phase. That you two would realize what you're doing and end it yourselves. I was willing to forgive you." You had to clear your throat as your voice starts to falter. "But when it went on for months, and you came home less and less often, I knew it was more than just sex."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Shoto asks, it had been something that's been keeping him late at night. Nights he spend with Yaororozu in his arms instead of you, his wife.

You met his gaze and sighed. "I thought my actions would speak more. I changed the way I dressed and how I looked. I even started going to the salon, have my nails did and wore more make up. I booked family trips, cooked your favorite food almost everyday, I tried to be more affectionate, I initiated sex.. I have done all these things that I didn't used to do before." you bit your lip to restrain you chin from wobbling as you counted off all your fruitless desperate attempts to keep your marriage.

"But I couldn't confront you about your affair," you closed your eyes to keep your tears from falling as you confide, "Because I feared the truth. Because I wasn't ready to accept it." Shoto stares at your side profile with a rueful look on his face. He didn't know what to say.

"I tried so hard." When you opened your eyes again and you kept it bore at the evening sky knowing you'll only end up hurting more if look at your husband's face as you admit the harsh truth.

"I did all I could to fight for you but you still ended up choosing her."

Looking back on it now, Todoroki did see changes in you the past few months. But he was either basking in this enlivened affection you're giving him or his mind is too preoccupied, miles away as he looked forward to his next rendezvous with the other woman who also revels with a mere shard of his attention.

"I'm sor-" he starts but you cut him off. "Stop it with the apologies, Shoto. We both know you don't mean it." You say sadly, brows furrowing. Your tone was soft but somehow Todoroki felt as if you've slapped him across the face.

"Just do me this one last favor," you draw a deep breath. "Try to be the father you want your son to remember before his world falls apart." You say, finally meeting his gaze.

Shoto feels a chill run down his spine as he watches you walkaway. But he couldn't tell if it was because of the realization of what he will be putting his son through?

Or the lack of warmth in your e/c eyes he has grown accustomed to?

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artem wing relationship headcanons // requested by anon ⛄️

- he’s canonically never been in a relationship before, but when he looks at you, he just knows that what he feels is love. there’s no other way to explain his uncharacteristic clumsiness around you, or how he thinks for two instead of one.

- keeps a note in his phone of every little thing you like, things you offhandedly compliment in passing shop windows, even links to recipes he thinks you’d like are hidden somewhere in there.

- he’s your boss, so he’s very kind about your hours — not in a way that’s unfair to others, but in one that shows he’s paying attention to you. he would definitely be the type of person to not let go of you in bed in the morning and sacrifice his own day just for you to get some rest.

- keeps different kinds of hot chocolate in his desk drawer for those certain late nights. you tell him to stop blowing his hard earned money on sugary drinks, he tells you to quit telling him to how live his life and hands you another cup of hot chocolate (LMFAO)

- you’re a power couple, no skirting around that. but, i personally think he’d advocate for keeping your relationship from the press! you’re both a big part of local news, what with being a senior lawyer infamous for never losing a case and his partner that’s only a graduate yet still quickly cementing their reputation in the legal world.

- but you walk out of courtrooms with cameras on you and he can’t help but put a stray arm around your waist. netizens may spread rumour after rumour, but it’s all artem will allow himself for a while. maybe one day you’ll choose to make it obvious? but no bad rumours want to be spread, and he’s content being with you in any form.

- i don’t remember if they got to this in the en version, but mans is an amazing cook. you save a lot of money by staying home and making things together, partly to honour your promise to stop ordering takeout and mostly to spend time with him.

- kisses the back of your hand a ton. also your shoulder, especially in the mornings. anywhere casual that he can reach tends to be his favourite, such as your cheek, forehead, even occasionally your neck!

- his love language is words of affirmation. i will 100% always stand by this. he will never cease to tell you that he’s proud of you, or miss the opportunity to tell you that you’ve done well either on a case or in life. this man also has a way with gazes omg have you seen some of his cgs anyways yeah, piercing adoration in those blue eyes. cuts through your soul in the best way.

- not into pda, but very much touch-oriented. he won’t require it, but having your hand in his or even just you hovering next to him will do more than any medicine could ever. celestine teases him for it all the time, and gives him all of the 'i told you so!’s she can, but no amount of teasing could keep him from placing a kiss on your forehead as you leave the office together at the end of the day.

- jealous very easily. luke may just be his normal cheerful self, vyn might make a comment that flies over your head or, even worse, marius and his flirty disposition may somehow make their way into your day. but, you’re truly strong in the way that you politely ignore them, or at the very least never indulge them. there might be a mini war between the four when it comes to you, but by all counts, artem has won it.

- anyways he also slow dances with you in random places. no backings for this. just seems like something he’d do.

- drinks black coffee to feed his rich and calm but secretly sweet ceo trope self.