#He broke off his horn cause he tripped and fell head first ( loser )

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I’m always like “ noooo , I don’t want to draw Aiden anymore I draw him too much “ and then Red hits us with “ Mpuntain goat Aiden !!! “ and I go insane .

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Shoto Todoroki - Twister

Twister – Shoto Todoroki

A/N: Male!reader.

Words: 1,625.

          It was a field trip. A simple freaking school field trip. The students had been allowed off the bus in order to wander around an old abandoned campsite, as long as they stayed in groups to prevent exactly what happened from happening. Bakugo just had to go off on his own, and Deku just had to follow and ensure his safety, and Todoroki had to follow Deku, and you had to follow Todoroki, Mina had to follow you. It was a mess.

          Despite it being spring, and the weather being sunny and warm upon a rival, it was now hailing buckets outside, and Todoroki was certain that a villain had attacked the city and caused the storm. The rest of you agreed, and you and Deku had used every ounce of strength and willpower you contained to keep Bakugo and Todoroki from venturing out to find the villain themselves.

          The lot of you had been exploring an empty cabin when the storm hit, so at least there was shelter. You were starving, and the cabin lacked any sort of sustenance, but it wasn’t particularly cold, and it was dry. In the corner, Mina had wandered off, perusing a small cabinet that was stuffed full of board games. Bakugo had deemed them all lame and childish, but that didn’t cease her interest.

          When you heard a giggle come from the pink-haired girl, you knew you were doomed. She bounced over to the rest of the group, a simple box in her hand. Red, blue, yellow, and green dots littered the cover, and you read “Twister” along the side.

          Well, that could be fun.

          “Who wants to play?” she squealed.

          Silence answered her. Mina pouted.

          “I will,” you offered, raising a hand. Mina grinned, offering you a wink as she nodded towards Todoroki. She knew of your crush on the split-haired boy, though you’d sworn her to secrecy. Your eyes widened and heat rushed to your cheeks as you violently shook your head, banning her from voicing her excitement.

          “It sounds fun,” Deku joined, a genuine smile stretching his lips. Bakugo snorted in distaste.

          “You would think so, you fucking nerds,” he sneered.

          “Does that mean you’re not gonna join?” the green-haired boy pouted.

          “Hell no,” the blond growled, crossing his arms before Deku could pull an expression of disappointment and tug at his heartstrings.

          “Afraid to lose, Bakugo?” Todoroki questioned nonchalantly, side-eying the blond.

          As expected, Bakugo ignited, turning his death glare onto the split-haired teen. “Fuck no I’m not afraid, half and half bastard!”

          “Join us, then,” you encouraged, watching as the corner of Todoroki’s mouth lifted into a triumphant smirk.

          “I will!” the blond roared.

          “Yay!” Mina cheered. “Everyone knows how to play, right?”

          “I don’t,” Deku admitted, lifting his hand with a blush on his cheeks.

          Bakugo scoffed. “Of course you don’t, you loser. Getting excited over a stupid game you’ve never fucking played.”

          “Shut up, Kacchan,” the freckled boy pouted, earning a laugh from you and a snort from Todoroki.

          “It’s super simple,” Mina began, bypassing their banter. “One person is the spinner – I’ll take that role for the first round. Then everyone else takes turns. I spin the board, and it’ll land on a hand or a foot and a color. Whoever’s turn it is has to get their hand or foot onto that color.”

          She opened the box, withdrawing a cardboard spinner and a large plastic sheet, decorated with blotches of color. She laid it out on the floor with your help, ensuring that it was flat.

          “Everyone, pick a side to start on. You’ll end up all over the mat, so it doesn’t matter where you start,” she instructed. You stood at one end, Deku took the green side, Todoroki the red, and Bakugo stood at the end opposite you.

          “I say (y/n) should go first!” the pink girl grinned. Holding the spinner in one hand, she lifted the fingers of the other, flicking the needle and watching it spin. “Right hand, blue!”

          You crouched down, resting your right palm on the nearest blue dot.

          “Deku!” Mina announced, spinning the needle. “Left hand, green!”

          “How do you win?” the green-haired boy questioned, squatting down and touching one of the green spots by his leg.

          “You don’t fall,” the horned girl replied. You can only have your hands and feet on the mat. Let your knees touch it or lose your balance and you lose.” Another spin. “Bakugo! Left foot, red!”

          With a roll of his eyes, Bakugo shifted his weight, planting his foot on the nearest red space.

          “Todorki! Right hand, yellow!”

          Todorki crouched, bracing his left hand in between the colored spaces, stretching himself across the board to place his right hand on a yellow dot.

          An hour into the game, Deku was stretched across the mat, each hand and foot on a different color. To his left, Bakugo was crouched, his hands beside each other and his legs outstretched.

          “Deku, left hand, yellow!” Mina squealed, and the smallest player audibly groaned. He pushed himself up, keeping his legs off the ground, and slowly shifted his hand away from the red space it had been on. His torso turned as the fingers of his left hand brushed the nearest yellow circle. Bakugo was positioned closer than he’d realized, and Deku lifted his head too quickly. His lips brushed against Bakugo’s, and a furious blush stained his freckled cheeks. The blond visibly tensed – had he been a cat, his fur would all be standing on end. Surprise overwhelmed him, and he fell over, small detonations bursting from hjs palms, narrowly missing the Twister mat. The explosions startled Deku, and he lost his composure, his knees hitting the floor.

          “Two players out!” the pink-haired girl giggled. “That leaves (Y/n) and Todoroki still in!”

          From where you were perched on the mat, your hands behind you and your back hovering above the floor, you caught the mischievous glint in the acidic girl’s eyes. You wouldn’t be surprised if she started making up her own turns, only spinning the needle as an alibi.

          “(Y/n),” she grinned, holding your gaze as her finger flicked the needle on the board. “Left hand, green.”

          Your eyes narrowed into a gaze. Yep, it was official. Mina was calling the shots. The spinner was just a decoy. In order to get your left hand on a green patch, you had to flip yourself over. Your right hand was stationed on a blue space, your left hand on red. Your feet were both on yellow. Beside you, Todoroki was in a similar position, and reaching a green spot required stretching yourself across his body.

          Dammit, Mina.

          With a sharp inhale, you flipped, planting your left hand on a green circle. Your torso hovered above Todoroki’s, nearly touching, and it took all of your willpower not to collapse onto his broad chest and bury yourself in his cologne. Lifting your head, you met Todoroki’s heterochromic gaze, and a familiar sensation dug its way through your back. Two large wings composed of black, silky feathers sprouted from your shoulder blades, ready to shield you from any imposing danger. They flapped gently of their own accord, and all you could do was stare at Todoroki’s perfect face, watching as his gaze shifted between your eyes and your wings.

          On the other side of the room, Mina failed to hide a laugh behind her hand. She knew that you had little control over your wings, and that they freed themselves when you felt flustered or overwhelmed. She patted herself on the back and padded away, allowing you and Todoroki to assess the situation you were in.

          “Heh,” you chuckled nervously, feeling heat crawling up your neck and dancing across your face. “Guess we’re kind of stuck.”

          “Your wings are beautiful,” he said instead. He, along with the rest of the class, had only seen your wings during training, when you were learning to strengthen your quirks. You’d gained control over summoning them when you needed them, but they still sprouted on their own when they sensed your discomfort.

          “Thank you,” you breathed. Your eyes fell not-so-subtly to his lips, and you thought back to a conversation you’d had with Mina on more than one occasion. She was convinced that the dual-quirk user was gay, but he hadn’t shown romantic interest in literally anything, so you couldn’t help but disagree. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.

          But now, as you hovered above him, your arms shaking as you struggled not to collapse onto the mat or Todoroki, your fears were subsiding. Your gaze met his, and with an intake of breath, you took a chance. You leaned in, smashing your lips against his. His resolve crumbled, and he fell onto his butt. You crashed on top of him, accidentally straddling his lap with your hands on his chest.

          “I’ve been waiting for that,” he admitted into your mouth.

          “Should I do it again?” you questioned softly.

          Instead of responding, Todoroki leaned in again, capturing your lips with his. Only a shriek from Mina broke you apart, and you followed her hand to where it was pointing at the now incinerated Twister mat, and Todoroki’s flaming left side.

          You exhaled a giggle, crawling off of his lap. You stood, offering him a hand. He took it, rising to his feet. Just as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, a bus arrived outside, full of your classmates. You followed a giggly Mina, a blushing Deku, and a possessive Bakugo (who had his arm around Deku’s waist) outside, waiting for the bus doors to open.

          You sat beside Todoroki, snuggling into his side as the bus driver drove the class back to U.A.