#again like. i do not live in fear of theft or home invasion murders but why would you not take 2 seconds to make it not incredibly easy for

[alliluyevas]

have y'all never heard of being burglarized. they're not after you specifically they just want to come in and take your stuff.

[yandere-flower]

Why u so nervous for? Dude your works so far has been so good, too good actually! And requests are still open? U better close them quickly before u get overwhelmed with a lot coming ur way when this blog blows up 💓 💕💕 my humble prompt is todoroki shouts I keep thinking this kid is kinda awkward at socialising or even more talking to a crush so I just envisioned him like secretly getting this civilian darling in danger and miraculously he’s always there to help to get across to her, idk uwu

Wow thank you so much gorgeous I appreciate the love! I steered a bit of course but hopefully you still like it, it’s less reader focused and more introspective on Shoto, but I really loved how this one turned out! Enjoy darlings!!!

Shoto x Reader under the cut!

Shoto can’t help but imagine what life would be like if he was able to spend it by your side. Despite his overwhelming desire to be the number 1 hero at any costs, his mind had been wandering ever since he first encountered you. To him, it was like a perfect fantasy. You were so beautiful and headstrong, but ultimately you needed to be saved. To Shoto, the moment he barged into the scene all he focused on was saving you. Never mind the other civilians that praised his arrival, all he dreamed about at night was the way your lovely face lit up when you saw him. He never wanted to be a hero for the praise, but the moment you blessed him with your appreciation it was over for him. He loved you, and he knew that you would love him too if you got to know him.

Unfortunately for Shoto, conversing was never his strong suit. He always felt comfortable with silence, with his peers paying no mind to him. But when it came to you he was stunned. Give him any dangerous situation and he would be off without a thought, but the moment Shoto even so much as thought about you, he was burdened with self-doubt and paranoia. What if he ruins your perfect first date? What does he do if you realize he’s not good enough for you? How could he ever find the words to convey the depths of his desire? The more Shoto thought about it, the worse he became.

He wanted to ask you out right after, but knew that the adrenaline and nerves combined would cause him to be a nervous wreck. Perhaps he should masquerade as a concerned Hero, which was partially true. He can’t believe any one would be so rotten to bring such turmoil to a beautiful angel like you. He could approach you, ask you how you have been holding up, and invite you coffee. But how? He can’t knock on your door, you might find it weird he knows where you live. He knows everything about you. He can’t show up at your work for the same reasons. What about a coincidental walk in? But wouldn’t that be weird, asking you out after carelessly bumping into you? As if you were just some common after thought, a “while I’m here” kind of girl? Shoto was anguished at the mere thought of you thinking he’s just another jerk, another worthless man in your life. How you must be so often disappointed, being a goddess among man. The more and more he distressed about it, the more time went by. And before he knew it his routine would be following you home after you got off work to make sure nothing would happen to you, but always at a distance due to his own insecurities. The man craved your attention, his heart aching every night as he watched your form disappear into your apartment building. He was suffering, not being able to be there for you at every passing moment. He knew all your likes and dislikes, would make sure you had the perfect temperature coffee and always had a shoulder to cry on for those nights you get overwhelmed. Only on his most desperate nights does he imagine the way you would praise him, his selfishness picturing you cheering for him after a tough battle, gracing his lips with yours. Those nights he cums with such disgust, for ever thinking he was worthy and deserving of your praise. Only for a second does he allow himself the thought of you wrapping your hands around his length, or taking him with your lips. Those moments he unravels, managing to get off in the storm of his guilt, shame, and pleasure. The more he went without you, the harder it was to think of ways to talk to you.

It had been to long since your last encounter, and a follow up from him would be seen as invasive he decides. On the nights were he follows you home, he curses himself after he catches himself thinking how grateful he would be if you were caught in a bad situation, any excuse to save you again. To see they way your eyes widen in appreciation, your hero finally arriving to sweep you off your feet. Eventually, he gets tired of waiting. Tired of sulking in his self pity. How could he ever be deserving of you he if he carried on waiting for you?

It surprisingly easy to anonymous pay someone to frazzle you. A quick scare at night on your way home at the cost of pocket change to Shoto. No actual harm of course, he would never put you in danger like that. But a threat of a mugging? To easy. All the man had to do was pull a knife on you and you were backed into the wall, your fear so delicious to Shoto as he waited above. A quick tumble, and Shoto easily “scares” the man off. He doesn’t even dare pretend he wants to chase after him, to focused on you instead. Your eyes may be filled with tears, but your quivering smile is all the satisfaction Shoto needs for a while. He walks you home, the ever so dutiful hero. Before you leave him once again, you hands gives his bicep a tight squeeze, thanking him for his help with that heavenly voice of yours. It takes all of his strength to prevent himself from grabbing you in his arms and loving you. He goes home that night imagining the way you would embrace him as he made love to you, physically showing you his admiration in ways that words fail him.

This time, I’ll follow up with her, he tells himself. But once again he finds himself stuck in a rut of self-doubt and embarrassment. No matter how many times he practiced in the mirror, every line sounded so fake. He meant all the words, his heart brimming with endearment for you. Yet, as those words passed his lips each one was said in that mono toned voice his classmates use to tease him for. How could he possible demean you like this? Your voice was angelic, and his own would only sound dull in comparison. He couldn’t possibly confess his love to you in such a grating tone. Shoto found himself waiting to long once again, and before he knew it he was getting desperate. He waited and waited, hoping for an opportunity to rise but nothing. Every time you ran into a coffee shop, or wandered around a store, Shoto told himself to just bump into you. And every time he would come so close, basking in your presence only to back out at the last second. You were to much for him, and this wasn’t his element. Being a hero was the only thing Shoto allowed himself to be good at, and the only way he knew how to act.

So Shoto kept being a hero to you.

He figured you might find it unnerving, all these petty muggings or thefts you found yourself in, but you never questioned the man who would always come running. Every time, like clock work, he was there. There to fight of your villains, there to hold your trembling body. To him it was paradise, but even paradise started to become to little. Shoto wanted heaven, his angel, you. He wanted to spend each morning between your thighs, giving you the pleasure you deserve. He wanted his phone to be filled with cute little love messages from you, with you waiting at home with welcome arms. He wanted every part of you that he felt he didn’t deserve. He may not be good enough for you, but he’ll be damned if he wasn’t better than the other trash out there.

It was so easy to set it all up, every piece falling into place perfectly. You already found yourself in the midst of crime so often, it wasn’t hard to plant evidence that it was all gang related. That you were just a poor soul caught in the middle, hopeless and looking for a way out. You were in harm’s way, and this recent murder you walked in on was the last straw. They would certainly come after you now. You curse and cry and wonder why something so terrible would happen to you. You didn’t despair for long however, because you were a damsel, and your hero would always come save you. The police, at least those that were deemed trust worthy, talked you through the process. Told you how fortunate you were that a Pro-Hero would be so willing to protect you. Witness protection might seem daunting, but surely with a Pro-Hero on your side it would be over quickly.

All you had to do was wait.