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love-toxin · 3 years

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frathouse; shoto.

a/n: you’ve got a crush on shoto, and hope to see him at the frat party your roommate is dragging you to. but not like this.

warnings: fem reader, frat au/college au, attempted SA (not shoto), non-canon character appearance, roofies, slutshaming mentions, aphrodisiacs, yandere shoto, fingering, praise kink, petnames, begging, brief touya being a dickhead, reader has complicated feelings about shoto.

word count: 4k

I hate it here. I hate it so much--God, I just wanna leave.

Those words echoed as a mere memory in your mind, your world having dulled and your vision now tinted with shadow since then. You at least had the hindsight that you should have left when you had the chance, but like hell was it going to help you now.

It wasn't your roommate's fault that you had fallen victim to peer pressure, but it was certainly her influence that caused you to make yourself up and let her drag you to a frat party you never wanted to go to in the first place. Finals weren't far off, and aside from the mountain of work that was starting to pile up, you just hated the party culture as a whole when you were surrounded by immature alcoholics--especially when it included all the frat guys that couldn't keep their mouths shut, and whose only talents came from shotgunning their drinks and buying the shittiest, cheapest weed they could scope out. You hated all of them, especially the ones living in the house you'd been trapped in now, and especially one of the older ones who had a reputation for being especially vile. Touya was a scumbag for sure, but if there was any silver lining and any shred of hope that you'd had when you were dolling yourself up, it was that there was one person on this entire campus that you actually kind of liked and you might see here. And you weren't the only one.

Being the younger brother of somebody as deplorable as Touya Todoroki, you would think that he would have picked up on that bad influence and would be just as insufferable--but Shoto was one of the kindest, if not mostly quiet people you had met so far during your time in university. He had a bit of a baby face that gave him a more innocent look, but otherwise he was strong and you could see that clearly whenever he wore those black turtlenecks and tight shirts he seemed fond of. His biceps begged to have hands running over them and his chest fit snugly in so much of his clothing, and pair that with the fact that he was handsome and seemingly a little shy, and he had men and women flocking to him at every turn. It wasn't like you thought you would have some magical meeting together under the stars and fall in love, but you had spoken once or twice and you knew that your roommate was going to ditch you as soon as you got there, so you had hoped that maybe you would see Shoto and you'd have somebody to talk to that would make the night a little more bearable.

That was not the case, however.

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?...Just relax, quit squirming. I'm not gonna hurt you if you don't make me."

It was only a moment that you had looked away from the drink that you didn't really want in the first place, and by the next few sips you had already started feeling dizzy and sick. He must have slipped the drug into your cup while you were still holding it--and it was easy for him to drag you upstairs and push you into one of the bedrooms, your skirt riding up on your legs as he got on top of you and the bed creaked beneath your combined weight. Now you could barely see straight, and dread sunk into the pit of your stomach as the guy you had only ever seen a few times on campus kneaded the soft fat of your inner thighs. "You're gonna like it. Looks like you wanna be a slut anyways with a cute little skirt like that…"

He snickered, one hand diving to lift up your skirt and peek underneath, despite you wishing you could reach over and tug it back down to cover you. But it felt like a chore just to breathe as the drugs and alcohol worked their way through your system, and tears pricked at your eyes at the realization that there was nothing you could do to stop this, and that even if you tried it would just be a feeble attempt that would anger him even more.

"If you hadn't dressed like that, I probably wouldn't even notice you. Did you want daddy's attention that bad?" He started to paw at your chest, apparently disinterested when he saw how bland your panties were--and though you couldn't stop that, you tilted your head just slightly when he tried to kiss you, only to see his brow furrow as he opened his mouth to say something especially foul-

"What are you doing in my room?"

But it seemed as though he hadn't even bothered to close the door all the way in his haste, as it had been pushed open so quietly that neither of you noticed. And perhaps that alone had been your saving grace, since in the doorway stood the one and only person you had actually wanted to see in the first place, even though he had caught you in such a humiliating moment--Shoto stood there with a blank stare, but within moments his brow furrowed and he took on an expression you'd never seen from him before, arms crossing over his broad chest clothed in a black turtleneck. Seeing him glare daggers into you struck fear into your heart, but it took you a second to focus through the haze to realize that he was actually directing it solely at the guy with his hands creeping up your shirt.

"Fuck off, Shoto. I'm busy." The urge to say something rose in your chest, but it wasn't needed once the door swung open the rest of the way and slammed against the wall it was hitched to, Touya himself standing beside his brother with a bored look on his face.

"Nah, I think that question stands. Why the fuck are you dickin' around in here?"

"None of your damn business, Touya!"

He was getting angrier by the second as the interruptions piled up, and though part of you was relieved that someone had stumbled upon you in peril, the terror hadn't left your body and in fact it was starting to elevate. He clenched his hand tighter around the hem of your top and made you flinch as it started digging into your skin, but once a stifled whimper flew from your lips Touya shut down this whole scenario in its entirety.

"I take your fucking rent checks, dickhead. This is exclusively my business. Move your ass."

The guy on top of you hesitated, and you could have cried at those few moments of tense silence--but eventually he grumbled and let go of you rather harshly, letting you fall back on the bed you didn't realize had been Shoto's all along as he stalked towards the door. He muttered something about wasting his money as he stormed past the two brothers.

"There you go, Shoto. Kick your shoes off. You're still a virgin, right?"

He pushed him forward, his younger brother stumbling rather unceremoniously before he could regain his balance. Considering how strong you knew Shoto must be, knowing Touya could push him around so easily frightened you almost more than what had almost transpired in this humble-looking little dorm room.

"Go have fun with your little friend. She probably won't remember a thing, so work out all that nasty, kinky shit I'm sure you keep bottled up."

This wasn't what you imagined when you fantasized about being with Shoto like lovers would. You hadn't dreamed that you'd be drugged and teary-eyed, and wishing that you would just die so you wouldn't have to watch this horrible scene play out in front of you.

And watch you did--you sniffled softly as Shoto closed the door behind him, and the music that blared from the floor below grew muffled and quiet compared to the silence that made the room feel so heavy. He moved towards the bed on the other side, your gaze locked on to him with every step, but all he did was pick a blanket off of the mess of sheets and shuffle back over to stand at your side.

"Are you feeling okay?"

The words trembled on the tip of your tongue, but you felt you couldn't manage to get them out without crying. You just shook your head as your throat tightened up, but the heavy feeling started to sink when Shoto picked up the other end of the blanket and tossed it gently over your lap. Only one of his hands drifted towards you afterwards, and it was the one that warmed you through the soft fabric as he patted your leg and straightened back up. For someone who barely knew anything about you before this, he was surprisingly calm about the whole situation.

"...Do you want some water?"

With a beat of silence, you felt the tension ebb away. You locked eyes for what would usually be an uncomfortable length of time before you nodded, and Shoto skirted around the edge of the bed to shoulder past a door you hadn't noticed before, the sound of running water confirming to you that it must be his bathroom.

Your legs twisted together. Something stirred up inside of you from nowhere, the sensation like a pot starting to boil inside the depths of your stomach--no, even deeper than that. Your very core was filled with a feeling that was hot and fluid, every cell of it leaking into your limbs and warming you all the way down to the tips of your fingers and toes.

"Shoto,"

Your worst fear was ultimately confirmed once you felt the warmth of your panties starting to soak through, and not of your own volition. Shoto's name left your throat in a moan you couldn't control, and it was then that you realized that there wasn't just one drug you'd taken by accident--his frat mate must have slipped some other stuff into there too, no doubt to help the process along when you started to fight his advances. It couldn't be anything but a quirk, as was soon becoming clear--and you remembered hearing about someone on campus that was working with pharmaceuticals. The horrible realization was liable to throw you into a panic once more, but instead of that creeping, dreading cold that spiraled up into your chest and made you feel like the air was crushing you from all around, all you could focus on was the heat growing in your lower belly and the fact that you suddenly couldn't get the image of Shoto's biceps out of your brain.

The man in question appeared at your side, his presence like a ghost's when he went without saying a word, but whatever had come over you was apparently pretty obvious considering he didn't even dare to hand the glass he had out to you. Shoto stood and stared, awe sparkling in his eyes at how deeply you blushed in his presence.

"Please…"

The crash of the glass slipping from his grip went unnoticed by you, your focus on grabbing hold of his sleeve taking over your mind. Glass shards scattered all over the floorboards and left a puddle in their wake, but only steam resided afterwards when Shoto stumbled closer and caught himself on the edge of the bed with his knee.

"A-Are you sure? I don't think you're in your right mind-"

"Shoto, please!"

You yanked him again and he collapsed on top of you, only now making the effort to sit up so as not to crush you underneath him--but that was all you wanted, it was all you could think of. Shoto's tongue, his lips, his chest, his arms wrapped around you and his hips rolling at a frantic pace, his eyes cutting through your soul and his voice low and slow as he whispered the most filthy praises to you...all those passing daydreams you had felt guilty for had you by the throat right now, and the silly crush you had on a man that would never want you suddenly felt like a life or death decision.

"I want you...nobody else. It's okay if it's you."

Shoto's breath hitched, and you could barely believe it. As if someone like him would ever be caught off guard by hearing that from someone like you...and yet the nice boy façade that you always saw him as started to crack. The idea of Shoto using you as a throwaway toy would make you cry under normal circumstances, but the fact that you couldn't think of anything past the potential of tasting of his cock on your tongue meant that that reality was pushed back into your mind.

"...I'll be careful, then. It looks like it hurts."

Bringing his other foot off the ground and on to the bed, a shudder wracked your body as you felt Shoto's cock stir through his jeans, the stiffness against your leg unmistakable as well as the bashful expression on his face. You reached your hands out and he seemed to miss the hint, his lips quirking up in a shy smile as took one in his own and rubbed your palm with the pad of his thumb.

"Lift these up for me, that's a good girl…"

He used his free fingers to tap on your inner thighs, and your legs parted swiftly and completely on instinct, his touch already sending electric sparks through your skin and up the small of your back. And God, you never imagined he could sound so lewd...his praise stirred you up even deeper inside and fanned the flames that were already blazing, and you couldn't stifle the moan that slipped out at hearing him say such a sweet thing.

"Oh...do you like it when I say things like that?"

He waited patiently between your legs for your answer, which came in the form of a heated nod and your hand breaking away from his to grab hold of his shirt, soft whines already filling out the warm air of the room for him to smile in response to.

"Okay princess, I can do that."

Your grip relaxed as Shoto shuffled in closer on his knees, and he slowly pushed your skirt up higher on your thighs to get at what lie beneath--and he spared no time either, his fingers hooked under the waist of your panties and he raised your hips for you to get them out from under you, the fabric ghosting down your legs and leaving you bare for him to see. But for some reason, with Shoto, it was different than if any other person had done the same.

"That's a good girl. Don't be shy, I want to take care of you."

He tossed your panties aside and let them fall where they pleased, his eyes too focused on you to care about anything else going on. To be laid bare in front of someone was such a frightening thought when you were so vulnerable...but when Shoto rubbed his palm against your inner thigh and gently started moving it inward, your only thought was how slow he was going and how glorious it felt when he finally brushed his fingertips against your clit, and a jolt spiked through you that drew a whine from your throat.

"You're doing so good for me. Just let me know if you need to stop….say 'ultra', okay? That way I'll know."

He practically moaned himself, mesmerized by the buck and tremble of your hips as he touched such a small area so gently….and even further so when he dared to press one of his fingers against your entrance, and sucked in a gasp when he slipped inside and you cried his name loud enough that someone might have heard, had the music not still blared in a muffled tone one floor below. He hadn't even pushed in to the knuckle yet, and you already couldn't stand to keep still and squirmed and writhed beneath him with your nails dug into his biceps through the fabric of his shirt.

"Sweet girl...you're making it so easy for me, getting all wet like this….are you embarrassed? Don't be, you're beautiful--and I love it when you moan like that for me."

Shoto's praise was getting to be too much, now--every word falling off of those sweet lips was so much to bear, you could feel your body aching for more the longer he went on. He slowly swirled his finger in circles within you and you could thank god later that he didn't tease you about the mess you made, your chest heaving and your legs shaking as you soaked his hand down to the wrist. And when he shifted his position to set his thumb against your clit, it was all over--you grabbed hold of a fistful of his hair and felt the heat flood your cheeks, begging in broken tones for him not to stop because you're so damn close.

"My fingers feel that good? I'm not gonna put it inside you until you cum all over my hand."

Shoto's warning tapered off with a more guttural growl than you would've expected, the image of his soft side shattering apart to show the lustful, hungry part of him that he hid so well from everyone else. A second finger prodded beside the first, and he slid both of them in with despicable ease to curl up right into your weakest spot. You didn't know what compelled you to do so as you'd never try this if you were sober, but your hands wandered down his firm chest and scrambled to gain purchase on something, anything--but you barely started to rub at his cock through his jeans before he pulled you away by the wrist, and leaned in on you closer so you wouldn't be able to reach a second time.

"Grab for it all you want, but you aren't getting my cock until you cum, princess. Be good."

Something deep and lustful swirled in the pit of your stomach as he spoke those words so low and rumbly in his chest, and his warning was the catalyst to everything he had been stirring up for you since you started begging for him. You tried to squeeze out among your own gasping breaths that you were cumming, but the sensations crashed over you before you could even get a word out and left you trembling and holding on to Shoto like a pier in the eye of a storm. He let you ride out that delectable high and held still as you bucked your hips against his fingers, and yet kept his thumb firmly pressed to your clit so you wouldn't be able to soothe your violent orgasm until it was all over. Once the warmth of your afterglow set in and you collapsed as a wobbly mess in his embrace, Shoto detached himself from you and laid you down carefully on his pillow, his curiosity getting the better of him enough for him to try lapping at some of the fluid clinging to his fingers to get a taste, though he wiped the rest off on his blanket when your eyes fluttered open again.

"...There. Do you feel better now?"

Though you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to hold his face in your hands, even to do what you've wanted to many times before and pull him into a kiss, you just didn't have the slightest sliver of energy to spare. You had already started dozing off, and a few strands of hair brushed against your cheek as Shoto started mindlessly playing with it as he laid down beside you.

"Get some rest. I'll be here to watch over you."

You mumbled something akin to gratitude, and snuggled your body up against his as close as you could manage in your exhausted state. And when Shoto's arm slipped around your waist to hug you even closer, and warmth spread through your face as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, you never felt more at ease to fall asleep in someone's embrace.

The memories of the night before felt fuzzy and tinged with dark edges, but despite the pounding headache you woke up with you remembered nearly every detail. Shoto lay in the same place he'd fallen asleep in, arm splayed over you where it had been the entire night, and yet his eyes fluttered open softly the moment you started shifting in the early hours of the morning. Either he was an incredibly light sleeper, or he really had been watching over you the whole night--and you could believe in both of those possibilities after what you saw of him last night. You didn't exchange any niceties so soon, but the two of you sat up individually and smoothed yourselves out from sleeping in your clothes. A million thoughts whirled around your brain, but when you turned your head to look at him and opened your mouth to pick one, a thud against his bedroom door startled you and had Shoto on his feet in an instant.

"Shoto! Let me in, for God's sake!"

What sounded like a closed fist banged frantically on the door, and it took Shoto a moment to recognize the voice before he went silent and padded over to crack the door open. But as soon as the handle turned, he was nearly bowled over as a redheaded blur shouldered past him and dashed headlong into the room, right past you, and into the open bathroom where you then heard the sound of something unzipping and a sigh of relief. Shoto followed suit and yanked the bathroom door closed with panic in his eyes, unwilling to subject you to the sound of his roommate taking a piss--but you could feel that your welcome was wearing out, and after the night you'd had all you wanted was to go back to your dorm. You slid off the bed and readjusted yourself so you were at least somewhat presentable, and felt Shoto's eyes following you as you made your way out into the hallway. And before you could get to the stairs he was right behind you, quiet as a ghost, and cleared his throat so you would turn to face him.

"I didn't think you'd come, but...I'm glad you did. And I won't let that guy get away with what he did to you."

With few other answers you could dredge up with your throat so tight, you just nodded and moved to step away--but not before an icy hand closed around your wrist, and the eyes you glanced back up at suddenly filled you with an adrenaline shot of fear, enough to make your knees quake and your heart freeze in your chest.

"I promise."

Shoto didn't seem to realize how hard he was squeezing until he let go, and you tugged your hand out of reach as soon as he did and mumbled as you turned and briskly walked towards the stairs.

"...Yeah. Okay. I'll, uh, I'll see you around…"

This wasn't the last you would see of Shoto, even though you hoped that you wouldn't cross paths again lest he remember how shameful you were last night, and you just wanted to absolve yourself of the whole endeavor even if a piece of you still liked him more than you should. Shoto's feet felt heavy as he stepped back into his room and let his head fall back to thunk against the door, wishing he would have said something to make you stay longer--but Kirishima's voice pierced his thoughts as he asked about you, apparently finished with his desperate piss.

"Hm? Oh, her?"

His fingernails bit into the soft skin of his palm, if only just to keep the raging pang of jealousy that surged up inside him at bay. What he felt for you wasn't normal.

Not that he really cared, anyways.

"She's my girlfriend."

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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then they laughed | s.todoroki.

⇝ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 1.7K

⇝ rating: suitable for everyone.

⇝ genre: fluff.

⇝ summary: you’d never been ashamed of your quote on quote ‘ugly’ laugh but you’re not quite sure what to make of it when your crush mistakes it for mild choking or the one in which shoto todoroki mistakes your laugh for choking in the middle of the school cafetria.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy, angst if you squint, clueless todoroki and mentions of choking ( non-sexual ).

⇝ author’s note(s): why hello there darlings, here’s a little drabble requested by @patricia-ceballos, i thought this idea was super cute, i’m not sure how i feel about the ending but i had a lot of fun writing. oh and thank you so much for 600+ follows, i love you all. :( <3

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you’d always thought that you had an ugly laugh.

it’s not that you were ashamed of it, never that, but you knew the twisted high pitch stream of giggles that passed your sweet unsuspecting lips could be kind of off putting to others. even so, that never put you off from laughing and joking about with your friends— if they truly cared for you, then having a slightly maniac-like laugh wouldn’t be a problem for them.

your classmates at U.A seemed to be those types of people. the good kind that you could trust wholeheartedly— the first time they’d heard you laugh, ochako had chuckled along with you, izuku had thought it was part of your quirk and bakugou had simply asked if you needed a ‘fucking throat lozenge?’ which only made you burst out into more streams of unintelligible giggles.

right now though, you try your best to stifle your giggles while you watch ochako and deku helplessly try to avoid admitting their feelings for one another over lunch. “what’s wrong deku? are you feeling sick?” the sweet brunette asks, almost impossibly close to the latter’s now beet red face. you can tell that he’s flustered by her proximity; the words he wants to say falling flat on his tongue.

ochako blinks for a second— as if to realise her mistake and quickly backs up, drowning in embarrassment and her silly crush on izuku midoriya. the girl stumbles back into iida, giving him only moments to process his now dropped food before he’s scolding them into next week— hands flying through the air while he barks out his complaints. trying not to laugh is becoming unbearably harder by the second, even asui is falling victim to the scene of comedy displayed right in front of your eyes and its not until you look up and meet the confused gaze of shoto todoroki that the dam finally breaks.

“what’s so funny?” the dual eyed boy says so blankly that even he is comical to you. you break out into fits of hysteria, slamming a hand over your mouth as your snorts launch their way across the table. shoto blinks, brows pinching in the centre of his forehead— is there a joke he’s missing? something he said?

the cluelessness of the half hot, half cold boy before you only sends you spiralling into more bursts of laughter— easing the embarrassment off of the two helpless flirters and effectively calming iida down while they join you in your chuckling session. “its...it’s just that—!” you can barely explain yourself, bold snickers punctuating each of your words as humoured tears begin to form in the corners of your dazzling eyes.

todoroki’s mood now shifts from bewildered to concerned, the short wheezes that pass from your pretty lips send shivers of worry down his spine. why is everyone laughing? can no one at the table see what’s happening? standing from his seat, the number one’s son brushes past tsuyu to get to your side— when he reaches you, your eyes sparkle with amusement despite the horrid sounds that leave you and a frown takes over his angekic face.

“don’t worry yn, i’ll help you.”

still trembling with a case of the giggles you have little time to process the dual haired boy’s words before he’s hoisting you from your seat, you think he’s trying to calm you down from the way his heated hand pats on your back ( five times to be exact ) but when his strong arms wrap around you— suddenly pumping your stomach, you realise.

todoroki is performing the heimlich manoeuvre on you.

shoto todoroki thinks your laughter is choking.

heat flushes to your cheeks as shoto moves to pump your stomach again, his broad chest pressed intimately against your back. the snickers from your friends at your lunch table stop— silence sweeping over them and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the stares you draw from other u.a students in the canteen. their judging eyes tear you down and crawl over you, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your bones but you’re too paralysed by embarrassment— too frozen to tell todoroki to stop.

you know he only means well, he didn’t know any better and he was only trying to help a friend in need but did he really mistake your laughter for choking? was it really that ugly?

a fresh set of tears prickle in your eyes, this time however, they’re not laced with the happiness you gain from being around your friends. before shoto has another chance, you pull away from him slightly with a small whimper pours from your flustered form. “stop... todoroki, please— stop...”

the boy’s hold on you loosens, he recognises the broken tone laced with your usually jubilant voice which gives you enough room to make a dash for it. blinking, todoroki turns to his group of friends, confused as escape the cafeteria and wolfish stares from your fellow students.

“s-she wasn’t choking, todoroki— she was laughing with us.” izuku explains carefully, fidgeting underneath his classmates strict gaze. the shorter feels almost bad for shoto, knowing he’s probably kicking himself for upsetting you even as you flee.

but his worries are soon eased as todoroki races after you.

launching yourself down the corridor, you use the sleeve of your grey blazer to run away the remaining tears that sting at your eyes. students from across all years watch you go by with looks of either annoyance or concern, but you move to quickly to care— throwing yourself into an empty hall and sinking to your knees. the heat of embarrassment blistering underneath the skin of your cheeks doesn’t ease up as you desperately paw at them, frustration intertwining with the air in your lungs… because, because it had been years since you last felt ashamed of your unconventional laughter, because you thought that enough time had gone by for you to no longer feel insecure about it.

you had good friends here at u.a, ones that didn’t judge you for your unusual habit but the scene yourself and todoroki had created back in the canteen only brought on bad memories reminding you of all of your insecurities from the past.

sighing heavily; you brace yourself to return to lunch with your friends, tripping over flimsy excuses in your mind for your sudden disappearence when a pair of well polished, brown school shoes come into view from over the tops of your knees.

“there you are, ln.” shoto’s voice is warm while he speaks to you, you’d always thought that. its deep like melted chocolate ready to be tempered and somewhat soothes your nervously thumping heart. you can’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing that there’s probably a pink tint to your eyes from where you’ve been crying but the boy with the two-toned hair persists, still wanting your attention. “the others…the others and i, were worried about you.”

you shake your head, fixing your gaze on a lose thread on the hem of your skirt that sits above your knees. “ah!, todoroki! you shouldn’t worry about me…just head back to the cafeteria before your cold soba gets… well, colder!” a frown pinches at the corner of your lips, settling heavily on your face. you don’t even find yourself convincing but hope todoroki believes your hopeless words anyways. “i’ll be with you guys in just a moment.”

but to your dismay, the youngest son of endeavour slides his back down the wall to sit next to you instead. “did i hurt you?” he mumbles awkwardly. todoroki itches to reach out and comfort you— it seems like something you would do for him but he’s never been good with situations like these.

“no! no shoto,” this makes you look up, catching the light in the cyan of his eyes. the pair of you blush, flicking your gazes away from one another. “i’m fine!”

“were you crying?”

“certainly not!”

“but your face—“

“shut up!”

“not until you tell me why you ran.” god, was he persistent. blunt and straight to the point, was shoto todoroki.

suddenly your feet become more interesting that the boy beside you, a silence sweeping over you both. “because,” you pause, trying to taste the words on the tip of your tongue before you say them. “i was embarrassed! the whole cafeteria heard my ugly laugh and thought i was—“

“choking,” todoroki finishes for you, finally finding the courage to rest an icy hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry yn, i didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed about your laugh,” sorrow litters the tail end of the half hot, half cold boy’s words— making them sit heavily in the air. “midoriya explained to me, i really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, i was just worried about you.”

you soften up, finally meeting his gaze once more and sniffle a little— chest warming at his concern for you. “shoto, it’s okay...” you’re quiet in your response, leaning into his cold touch but the dual eyed boy only shakes his head.

todoroki turns to face you fully, shrinking the space between you. he’s so close that you can see the flecks of grey in each of his eyes and feel the warmth from his breath fanning across your cheeks. “even if i can be...socially unaware sometimes, i still don’t want to hurt your feelings. they’re important to me,” he tilts his head, offering you a small smile enough to make a million hearts melt. “and for what it’s worth, i think your laugh is quite cute. not ugly.”

you blink, wondering if you heard him correctly and press a hand to your cheeks that now hear you’ll, as if you’ll be able to cool them down. “y-you think my laugh is cute?”

“yes, and i’d love to hear more of it over dinner sometime.”

his face is as serious as ever while he speaks, but the shine to his eyes tells you a different story as todoroki offers you a hand to stand up. “was that a pick up line, shoto?” you ask, barely being able to keep it together as little shots of laughter litter themselves through your sentences.

“i’m not sure...what’s a pick up line again?” you burst into joyful tears, obnoxious laughter filling the corridors as the boy on your arm guides you to your next class. you care little for the stares that your ugly laugh attracts, just happy that it puts a little smile on shoto todoroki’s face.

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yumeyooa · 3 years

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bippity-boppity bloom: act one | todoroki shoto

—everyone knows the story of cinderella, saved by a prince and a glass slipper. but what if the true hero wasn’t the prince, but rather the fairy god mother? todoroki shoto has been suffering under the hands of his wicked family his whole life, yet everything changes when he meets you: a fairy forced to take care of him as punishment. will the odds be in your favor? or will everything go down from here on out?

➢ pairing: todoroki shoto x female! reader

➢ word count: 15.2k+

➢ love letter: henlo!! i am late but this is for @milktyama ‘s once upon an alternative universe collab!! originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i eventually realized that it would be better if this was split into two! although most of the romance comes in the second part T_T i hope you like it and let me know what you think!!

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Magic was a curious thing.

Since the dawn of time, people have used magic to describe the unknown, to give meaning to the things they could not explain. That quarter you lost suddenly showing up at your feet? Magic. An electric jolt shooting through your veins after coming into contact with another? Magic. Flowers blooming amidst the cold winter? Magic.

No matter where you went or what you did, magic was everywhere. It hid itself from the world, waiting in silence for those who would come to know the beauty of it. Those who would cherish it with all their heart and soul and would never abuse it for their own selfish gain.

To the rest of the world, magic was something they could only wish to find.

But the true secret of magic remained hidden in the arms of those who could wield it.

“Don’t tell me you’re pranking someone again?” An exasperated sigh calls from behind you, and you turn around, startled to find a young man with deep violet hair haphazardly framing his face. He was staring at you with an unimpressed look as if he had gone through this exact situation plenty of times in the past, and from the way you sheepishly smile back at him, he probably had.

“Me? Pranking Someone? Why I would never!” You exclaim, faking innocence as the man gives you a knowing look, causing a groan to fall from your lips as you heave a sigh, throwing a playful glare back his way.

“Oh, come on, Hitoshi!” You whine, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance. “What harm can one prank do? It’s not even that bad!”

“Must I remind you what happened that one time you decided to prank Elder Aizawa?” You freeze in your place, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “He nearly convinced the council of elders to have you banished to the human realm! Do you not understand how grave that could have been?”

You remain silent, sulking. As much as you hated to admit it, your best friend had a point. To fairies, being banished was like a death sentence. Without any support from the all-powerful tree of life, a fairy would wither away and die just like that. It was scary to even think about it, and you were lucky that Hitoshi had somehow managed to save you from that terrible predicament.

From the very beginning, you had always been considered a peculiarity amongst the other fairies. Whereas they were graceful and elegant, you were clumsy and awkward. Where they excelled in soft chatter and gentle smiles, you reveled in chaos and the undignified.

You were an outcast amongst the fairies, but you honestly couldn’t blame them.

Fairies were the keepers of magic, after all. They were expected to uphold a particular image befitting of being wielders of the most sacred entity provided by the tree of life. Fairies were supposed to be noble and delicate. They were supposed to hold their heads up high as protectors of the supernatural. That very image, however, didn’t suit you at all.

You never understood it. Why did they take pride in being so uptight? It was boring. There was no freedom in upholding the elegance of their kind through every single thing they did. They seemed so bare as if being a fairy sucked all the life out of them. Which was ironic, considering they were supposed to be protectors of the tree of life.

“—(Y/N)? Are you even listening to me? Hello?” You snap out of your trance, looking at your friend who was staring at you with a nonchalant look on his face. Hitoshi has always been a rather unique character, even to you. He didn’t explicitly fit into the stereotypical image of a fairy, yet he was never ostracized for it. It was as if he was an exception— an anomaly from the harsh judgment of the fairy realm.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask, trying to come off as if you were paying attention when in all actuality, you weren’t. Hitoshi sighs, rolling his eyes playfully as he ruffles your head, messing up your hair in the process, causing a grunt of protest to fall from your lips. He sits beside you on the ledge you were perched atop on, staring down at the crowd of fairies below.

The two of you were apprentices to the council of elders, helping them ensure that there was order amongst the fairies. Order was essential for the protectors of the tree of life because, without it, chaos would ensue, and the world, no, the entire universe, would fall apart. The council of elders was the supreme government of the fairy world, and to be an apprentice to even one of them, was a great honor and responsibility.

You just hated all the expectations that came with it.

“What kind of prank were you supposed to play this time?” Hitoshi asks, humming as he stares up at the sky above you. You stare at the wand in your hand, puffing your cheeks in disappointment at the realization that you wouldn’t be able to pull the prank off anymore.

“Nothing much,” you mutter. “Just wanted to test out some new spells I learned the other day, and I figured why not test it out on some… unsuspecting figures.”

“(Y/N),” Hitoshi says, voice stern as if he were a mother reprimanding his child. You huff, pout forming on your lips. “You know that if any of the other elders were to find out, they’d have your apprenticeship stripped away. What would you do then?”

You stay silent, the truth in Hitoshi’s words stinging painfully, more than it should. He was right. Shunned away from your family since your coming of age, the council of elders was the only one who had accepted you, albeit reluctantly. No fairy wanted to be associated with an outcast after all. It would only tarnish that pure image they had crafted into perfection, and as prideful beings, they couldn’t have that.

If it wasn’t for Elder Yagi, the most influential fairy in the realm, then you would have been left for dead. Elder Yagi was the definition of the perfect fairy. He wasn’t just delicate and graceful on the surface; he was kind and compassionate within. Although many disagreed with his views on accepting those who didn’t fit into society’s expectations, they could never truly go against him. Because that would be like going against the very essence of fairies, after all.

So they kept their malice and disdain a secret, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and if you weren’t careful, then their next victim would be you.

“The elders are calling for you,” Hitoshi says out of the blue, causing your blood to run cold. You stare at him with a shocked expression on your face, and you couldn’t deny the fear that was beginning to bubble within. “Elder Aizawa sent me to look for you. Said they requested your presence immediately.”

There’s a solemn look on Hitoshi’s face, and you can tell beyond the surface that he’s worried. Being called upon by the council of elders meant only one of two things to a fairy: it was either they were to be punished, or they were to be rewarded. And you had done nothing of the sort to deserve a just reward.

You chuckle, looking down at your lap, not knowing what to say. You didn’t understand why what you did was so wrong. Why were they trying to punish you when all you wanted was to bring life into this otherwise dull place? No matter how hard they tried to hide it, some fairy children enjoyed your pranks, and the thought of bringing smiles to their faces was what kept you going.

You just didn’t expect to get severely punished for it, though.

“Thanks for telling me, Hitoshi,” you say, standing up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to seem as if his recent news didn’t bother you as much as it did. “Guess I better get going then, wouldn’t want Elder Aizawa to scold me for being late again.”

Hitoshi remains silent, staring up at you with an unreadable expression before letting out a sigh, standing up and ruffling your hair once more. “Stop putting up a brave face, idiot. It doesn’t suit you.” You want to protest but can’t find the courage to do so, remaining silent as the smile falls from your face. “Come on, I’ll accompany you there.”

Shocked, you look up at him, features clearly showing your surprise. “What?” He asks, scoffing. “You really think I wouldn’t accompany you to your death? You know that I’d kill to see it happen in front of my very eyes.”

You know he’s joking, trying to lighten up the mood because the nerves running through you are too much to handle. But even so, you’re grateful for it. Despite not being outright honest about it, Hitoshi still cared. He had cared for you ever since you called out one of the other fairies for calling him a disgrace the moment you first met. He had stuck with you through thick and thin and had been the only fairy to believe in you, aside from Elder Yagi.

And you couldn’t be any more grateful for it.

“Weirdo,” you call, a genuine smile forming on your lips, Hitoshi reflecting his own, albeit his was a lot less noticeable. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down the nerves that were thrumming deep beneath your skin, and nod to Hitoshi, the two of you teleporting just outside the auditorium of the council of elders.

You had always hated the auditorium. It was a dark and scary place, dimly lit, with all of the elders present atop a high porch, staring down at you like you were some inferior being to them. Whenever you were in the dark room, assisting the elders in their work, you always felt the paranoia creep up against you, begging you to just run and leave the room, even when there was no immediate danger present.

That was the effect the council of elders had always possessed since the beginning— intimidation. And you hated them for it.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging waves of nervousness that were thrashing wildly deep inside you. You’re shaking. You can see it in the way your hands shiver as you reach out to place a knock on the wooden doors, hesitating.

“You’ll be fine,” Hitoshi whispers, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here, yeah?”

It’s comforting. Hitoshi isn’t one for words and prefers to show his care through subtle actions, but you know he means well. Taking another deep breath, you give your best friend a weak smile, knocking on the doors, heart heavy.

Like magic, they open, and a deep “come in” calls out to you, causing you to gulp as you nod one final time to Hitoshi before entering the auditorium, with a hopeful heart dangling on the edge of light and darkness.

The Council of Elders truly had a knack for intimidation, you think to yourself as you stare up at the seven fairies that governed the world you had come to know. They sat atop their seats (which looked more like thrones, in your opinion), staring down at you with glares on their faces.

While you had expected their hostility towards you, as you didn’t exactly have the best reputation amongst their apprentices, you were surprised that even Elder Yagi, your mentor, and father figure, was looking at you with a disappointed gaze. What was going on? What had you done wrong?

It’s then, amidst your confusion, that your eyes land on another figure present in the room. The very presence of this figure makes your blood boil in anger, and you try to suppress it with deep breaths, closing your eyes to calm yourself before meeting eyes with the said figure.

Neito. Oh, how you despised the man. Neito was one of your fellow apprentices who served the Council of Elders, specifically Elder Sekijiro, who was in charge of the vanguard— the elite force of fairies that specialized in defense, ensuring that there was peace and order in the world.

While it was an honorable position, Neito was not an honorable man in the slightest. Ever since you had met him, he had been mean and downright evil, taunting you every chance he got. He was the very reason you had gotten into trouble, multiple times, with the council. He was your mortal enemy, your archnemesis, the man you wished would fall into a puddle of shit and never come back the same.

If he was there in the room, then it only meant one thing. He had ratted you out or had made up some ridiculous story to use against you.

Typical.

Oh, how you wished you could wipe that ridiculous smirk off his face.

“(Y/N),” a voice booms and your eyes turn up to meet Grand Elder Nezu, the elder amongst all elders, the wisest and most potent fairy ever known (much to the disbelief of everyone else, as compared to Elder Yagi, Elder Nezu looked weak. But, you supposed, you shouldn’t judge someone based on appearance alone).

“I bow towards the Council of Elders,” you greet, bowing in respect. Your heart thrummed nervously within you, not sure what to think of this summon. What were they going to reprimand you for this time?

“Are you aware of the reason you’ve been summoned here today?” Grand Elder Nezu asks, looking at you with calculating eyes. You gulp, not knowing how to proceed, but figured that in a situation like this, honesty was the best policy. “Unfortunately, no, Grand Elder,” you reply, eyes cast down in respect. “I have an idea, but even so, I am still clueless to the true reason as to why I’ve been summoned.”

“Ha!” Neito exclaims, scoffing. “Look at how shameless she is, Grand Elder. Pretending to not know when she knows exactly what she’s done?”

“I beg your pardon?” You ask, feeling yourself get annoyed the more Neito stood there all high and mighty as if he were some chosen one. “I speak the truth, elders. I truly have no idea why I’ve been summoned….”

“Lies!” Neito accuses, pointing a finger at you. “How can you be so shameless after attacking me?”

You pause, blinking slowly as you try to process the ridiculous claim Neito had just presented. You? Attacking him? As much as you despised the guy, you knew that attacking another fairy was absolutely forbidden for an apprentice of the council of elders. You weren’t stupid.

“Attacking you?” You ask in disbelief. “When have I ever attacked you, Neito?”

You watch with cautious eyes as Neito smirks at you, eyes taunting as if you had played right into his trap. He grabs the hem of his dress shirt before pulling it up to reveal a massive bruise on his torso.

“You did this,” he accuses, and you can tell he’s faking it, although judging by the harsh glare you’re receiving from Elder Sekijiro, his act is actually believable. Were the elders really that vulnerable? “You attacked me because you were jealous of my achievements!”

You gape at him, not believing your eyes at the pure monstrosity that was the situation you were facing him. What kind of story was this? There was no way that the council of elders actually believed him, right? Their view of you wasn’t that bad, right?

“(Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu calls, eyes stern. “Is this true?”

“Of course not, Grand Elder!” You exclaim in protest. “What reason do I have to be jealous of Neito?”

“Don’t listen to her lies, Grand Elder!” Neito says. With the way he was acting, you swear he could get an award for being the worst and best actor of all time, and you yourself weren’t sure how that was possible. “In fact, the question we should be asking is what reason does she have to not be jealous of me? She’s an outcast. She’s been shunned by society for so long. Everyone knows she hates my guts— although I do not understand why as I’ve been nothing but nice to her— so why would she not want to sabotage me when she sees me excel?”

Scratch that best actor award, you think to yourself. The darn idiot deserved an award for being an expert manipulator. If you didn’t know better, if you weren’t sure of your truth, you would have been swayed by his words, second-guessing yourself and questioning whether or not you did attack him. But unluckily for Neito, you were one stubborn fairy, and you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“You? Nice to me?” you say, seething, much to the shock of everyone in the room. “Grand Elder, what Neito is saying is absolutely preposterous! Yes, it is true that I hate his guts, but that’s because ever since I’ve been an apprentice, he’s made my life a living hell! And besides, this apprenticeship is all I have. If I do anything to jeopardize it, I would have nowhere to go; I’d basically be dead. Why would I risk it because of one person? And Neito, for that matter!”

You honestly didn’t mean to let your emotions slip like that. But you couldn’t help it. It infuriated you that the council would be willing to believe Neito. Neito who had everything, who had a choice to leave or not, who had a family to return to. Neito who didn’t understand how much pain you were going through, how much torment plagued your heart. He didn’t and would never understand. That’s what privilege does to a person.

“Grand Elder—” Neito begins, and you swear if he spits any more lies, you would genuinely launch at him and smack him in the face. But before you could make a move, the Grand Elder raises his hand, causing silence to settle in the room.

“—Enough.” Grand Elder Nezu’s voice booms throughout the empty room, causing the two of you to halt in your banter, bowing in shame and obedience. “The council has heard both sides and are appalled by the disgrace exuded by both fairies, especially you young Neito.”

You can see the way Neito clenches his fist, glaring at the ground below him, and you can almost imagine the way he thinks the floor is your head, glaring daggers at it for causing him to be criticized by the grand elder of all fairies. But that was the least of your concerns, as you can feel their disappointed glances lying on you as well.

“For your misconduct, both of you will receive punishment. However, young (Y/N), because of your alleged behavior and misdeeds, we will have to take extra precautions to ensure that this does not happen again.” You can feel your heart beating rapidly within your chest. What kind of punishment was he going to give? You hoped you weren’t going to get banished because you couldn’t stand the thought of not having to see the people you cherished ever again.

But whatever the council says, goes, and no fairy, no matter how powerful they were in society, could deny their final verdict.

“For your punishment, young Neito, you will be serving under Elder Aizawa until the Purification Ceremony next fall.” From where you stood, you could see Neito jolt up in fear, eyes pleading with the Grand Elder silently, as if he were begging them to give him any other punishment instead.

Elder Aizawa was the dean of the academy all fairies were expected to graduate from. And, as a dean should, he was incredibly strict and was known for ruling over his apprentices with an iron fist. Amongst all the elders of the council, he was the one most hoped to avoid serving under, and if you were sent to serve under him, then it meant that you had done something extremely bad.

Although, sometimes you could hardly believe those rumors, considering Hitoshi himself served under Elder Aizawa. But perhaps that was because the said elder treated Hitoshi like he was his own son, much like Elder Yagi did to you.

As much as Neito wanted to protest, to exclaim how preposterous it was for a fairy from the noble family of Monoma to not serve through the vanguard, he couldn’t. The elders’ eyes pierced through him, and it was incredibly nerve-wracking once he felt the menacing glare of Elder Sekijiro on him. Even his own master thought he deserved to be punished. What a shame.

With his head bowed low, Neito grits his teeth, bowing towards the council. “I humbly accept this punishment bestowed upon me by the Council of Elders and pledge to fulfill it until I am deemed worthy once more.” His words contain malice, and you can tell he was trying to control himself from lashing out and making the situation even worse. It was a blow to his pride, after all, that he would get punished after trying to bring someone ‘beneath’ him down.

Just as he’s about to take his leave, he stops beside you, and it almost feels as if he’s glaring at your soul, cursing it for the things you’ve done to him, although reality has proved that you’ve done nothing wrong. “Just you wait,” he whispers, low enough for only you to hear. “I’ll get you back someday,” and then he leaves, closing the wooden doors shut behind him.

The silence that envelopes the auditorium is uncanny, you think to yourself. Maybe it was because you were still getting the chills from the words Neito had whispered into your ear. Or perhaps it was because of the unreadable yet at the same time uncomfortable stares the council was throwing your way. Either way, the silence made you want to drown. To hide in the comforts of your room and stay there until the coast was clear.

“Young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu begins, and you gulp, hoping for the best yet expecting the worst. “As for your punishment, you will be reassigned to another group of apprentice fairies under my guidance— the god fairies.”

What?

...God Fairies?

Grand Elder Nezu smiles softly at the look on your face before clearing his throat and continuing, trusting that you would be able to keep up with him. In his eyes, you were a rather intelligent fairy after all. Strange, but brilliant nonetheless.

“The God Fairies are a special elite force of apprentices under my supervision. It’s composed of fairies deemed problematic by the standards of our society and utilizes their uniqueness to serve our realm for the better good.”

You wanted to scoff. Rather than an elite force, it sounded like a group of slaves forced to listen to the Grand Elder, with an even more severe punishment dangling above their heads. A suiting sentence disguised as an honor.

“I know what you’re thinking, young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu says with a knowing look. “However, this elite force is infinitely more important than any other group in the fairy realm, as they help sustain our influence over the humans.”

Confused, you look up to him, a million questions dancing within your eyes. Influence over humans? What exactly did he mean by that? Back at the academy, the older fairies had always taught you that humans and fairies never, under any circumstance, interacted with each other. It was forbidden. Interacting with humans was too dangerous as they were greedy and vile beings who would only seize magic for their own selfish gain should they even catch one whiff of it.

Magic was not meant to fall into human hands. That was just the way the world worked. So why was the Grand Elder telling you otherwise?

“The God Fairies help ensure that the humans’ belief in magic remains strong,” Grand Elder Nezu continues, even though you were still trying to comprehend what he had said prior. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Being the Grand Elder had numerous responsibilities involved, and those responsibilities waited for no one, not even him.

“You see, young (Y/N), as the years have passed, we, the council, have come across an alarming discovery,” you look up to the council tentatively, choosing to merely listen as trying to process their words in real time was proving to be complicated. “The tree of life that we have grown to cherish for over a millennium has weakened.”

A soft gasp leaves your lips, and rightfully so. The tree of life was the lifeline of the fairies. It was literally their world, giving life to everything they had ever come to know. The tree of life was what made fairies, fairies, providing them with their gorgeous translucent wings and copious amount of magic to have every other supernatural being out there jealous.

If it were to weaken and somehow die, then that would mean the end of the fairies. And that was a thought even more terrifying than the prospect of banishment.

“Fear not, young (Y/N),” This time, Elder Yagi decides to speak up, sensing the inherent panic and fear in your eyes. Elder Yagi always had a knack for reading your emotions, much like Hitoshi. Sometimes you wondered if that chalked up to you wearing your heart on your sleeve for everyone else to easily trample over, but that hadn’t been the case the more you got to know Elder Yagi and Hitoshi.

They both took your heart within their arms and cherished it like it was their own, even if the way they showed that care differed and was sometimes unnoticeable. Elder Yagi’s words, masked by his usual patriotic smile, were his way of comforting you when the going got rough. And for that, you would forever be thankful.

“We’ve discovered a new way to harness the magic we fairies so desperately need,” Elder Yagi continues, his smile never leaving. “And that solution lies in the humans.”

The moment the word human leaves Elder Yagi’s mouth, Elder Aizawa sneers in disgust, rolling his eyes, and from the opposite side of him, you can see Elder Sekijiro do the same. It wasn’t something new. After all, with the divide and disdain of the fairies towards fellow fae who wouldn’t live up to their noble standards, their disgust was only further amplified with the knowledge that other inferior beings, such as humans, existed. Even with their inferiority, they were beginning to push the fairies to the brink of a calamity with how much they were destroying the order of nature.

So you understood that there was an even greater prejudice towards humans, and you could feel nothing but sympathy and agony, knowing precisely what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such animosity.

“The humans,” Elder Yagi continues, not paying much mind to the disheartened expressions on his fellow elders’ (with the exception of the Grand Elder) faces. “Surprisingly, have an innate source of magic within them, much different from our own.”

Confused, you look up at the kind elder, allowing yourself to show a little emotion with the way he looks down kindly at you as if he were a father talking towards his child. Elder Yagi had always guided you when you felt lost amidst the noble fairies that served under the council and was more than happy to help you with whatever you needed.

Yet, currently, Elder Yagi was the main source of your confusion.

“When a human begins to believe in the supernatural, their innate magic ability awakens and pours out of them like waves, and when they sustain that belief? That innate magic becomes stronger.” It’s a revolutionary discovery, in your eyes. Humans had always been thought of as useless. But more than that, the council had constantly reminded the fairies to stray away from them, as no one knows what hidden malice the humans could have, despite the disbelief of your fellow fae.

“This is why we have formed the God Fairies, to ensure that the humans’ magic will be sustained and harnessed for our survival.” Elder Yagi looks at you, and you feel yourself flinch at the serious glance on his face, something that you knew wasn’t usual for the strong fairy. “Do you understand, young (Y/N)?”

The only thing you have the courage to do at the moment is nod, not trusting the thoughts that were lit ablaze in your mind, chaotic and unhinged. You knew that if you were to speak, your words would have most likely enraged the council as you currently had no control over them.

“Good.” Grand Elder Nezu says after a few moments of silence. “In line with this, we will be assigning you, young (Y/N), to a human. Your punishment, or in this case, mission is to ensure that you’ve collected enough magic to sustain a family of fairies the same size as Young Neito’s.”

Your eyes widen, and you divert your attention towards Elder Yagi, begging him to say that the Grand Elder’s words were not true. But when you see Elder Aizawa sport a sinister grin from the corner of your eye, you feel your heart sink. As much as you hated Neito, he was a powerful fairy who came from a highly influential family within the realm. It was the reason why he was in the vanguard. After all, his family’s influence has been his threshold throughout the days you knew each other.

And for a family as prominent in magical combat as his, they needed copious amounts of magic. An amount that you were sure couldn’t be collected by one fairy. In fact, the powerful fairies of the realm often sourced their innate magic directly from the elders themselves, a privilege that not many were able to enjoy.

This was a punishment, after all. Great. Just Great.

“I understand, Grand Elder,” you say after finally composing yourself. You can feel the dread gradually sink in, and your mind races with worry at the thought of having to go through the daunting task. “I will do as you desire. For the glory of the fae.”

You can sense the satisfied yet cunning smiles of the council, pleased with your decision, and you heave a sigh, unsure of what the future could have in store.

You could only hope that you wouldn’t be screwed over in the process.

The human realm was fascinating, to say the least.

When you first stepped foot on the lush forest of the realm, just on the outskirts of a bustling city, you couldn’t help but feel amazed. No amount of preparation from the elders or your friends could truly prepare you for this moment.

For the past few weeks, Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had been preparing you extensively for this mission. They briefed you on the does and don’ts of a fairy entering the human realm, bragged about other god fairies who had succeeded in securing a sustainable amount of magic for the fairies, and just boasted.

There was no comfort nor reassurance from either elder, which you had expected from Elder Yagi, but as you had come to find out, it seemed as if your father figure was still disappointed in you, causing your heart to sink. Did he really believe that you deserved to be punished?

You couldn’t even get this heavy feeling out of your chest. The worst part is that you couldn’t consult your best friend, Hitoshi, at all about this matter. Hitoshi had no knowledge of the god fairies as he had been a devout apprentice under Elder Aizawa’s care. He had no reason to know about it, he was already doing great, and that thought made your stomach churn.

You desperately wanted to confide in him, to spill your fears and anxieties for him to hear. No matter how insufferable Hitoshi was, he was a great listener and a great friend.

Gosh, you haven’t even spent one second in the Human Realm, and you were already feeling sick to your core.

At least the view made it better.

The council of elders had decided to assign you to a human living in the Musutafu Empire, nestled in the far east of the mortal realm. The Empire was drastically different from your own simple abode back in the fairy realm. Whereas yours was deeply rooted in nature, theirs was thriving on industrial roots.

You couldn’t explain it, but the way they structured their buildings and houses was beautiful. It was a whole different style from what you were used to back home, with high walls and rowdy streets. The people were smiling, clad in clothing that was tight yet loose at the same time, with a ribbon wrapped securely around their waists. Far different from the flowy garments that you had back in the fairy realm.

As you made your way to the capital, marveling at all the new sights that were capturing your eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder what the human assigned to you was like. Would he be stuck up like all the fairies you had come to know? Or would he be kind, much like Elder Yagi and Hitoshi were? The curiosity burned deep inside you, and you found yourself brimming with excitement at the thought of meeting him.

Your mission was fairly simple if you could take away the fact that you had to harvest an impossible amount of magic. You were to watch over a selected human, who the council deemed had the potential to unlock their innate magic and help them when they most needed it.

Almost as if you were someone who granted wishes, was what Grand Elder Nezu said. Granting wishes was the most effective way to strengthen the human’s belief in magic, allowing their own to flow out for the taking. Of course, there were other ways, such as haunting the humans or causing supernatural disasters that didn’t make sense. But such methods were unbecoming of fairies, and you couldn’t help but groan at the thought.

Haunting seemed fun, after all. Almost as if you were constantly playing a prank on an unassuming human. You would have killed for that to be your punishment instead.

But no. You were stuck with granting wishes, albeit not as often, as showing too much magic mind taint the human with greed and desire. Something that no fairy wanted.

Checking on the special compass that the elders had given you prior to your journey, you make your way towards your assigned human, gaping in awe at the view of the capital down below you. Of course, with the magic you held, they wouldn’t be able to see you as you had concealed yourself prior, but you wished they could. It would have been fun to see their shell-shocked expressions. Maybe that was a more efficient way of harnessing their magic?

Or, rather than being an efficient method, it was most likely going to be a one-way ticket to banishment from the fairy realm, aka an express ride towards death, something you wanted to avoid at all costs.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you spot the house of the human the elders had assigned to you. It was big, much larger than your own humble cottage back in the fairy realm, yet, even so, it didn’t compare to the ginormous estates that lay north of the house, almost as if it belonged perfectly in the middle.

You gasped at the tranquility of the mansion, almost as if you had once again been transported into another world. It was almost as if in this home, time stopped, and peace overflowed. You perched yourself atop a sturdy branch, looking around and admiring the view.

But peace doesn’t last for long because all of a sudden, a slam rings through the air, and you watch curiously as a large man, who oddly enough looks similar to Elder Sekijiro, although that was probably a figment of your imagination, there was no way the frightening elder would actually be in the human realm, stumbles into view.

The large man looked pissed, you noticed, as he dragged something behind him, and it’s only till the large man threw whatever he was carrying harshly unto the tree you were perched on did you realize that what the man had dragged wasn’t just a thing, but rather it was a person.

You gasp, heart breaking at the sight of the young boy. From where you sat above him, you could tell that he was covered with bruises all over, with a ghastly scar covering one of his eyes. The poor boy looked so weak and frail that you wanted nothing more than to steal the boy away and tend to him until he could stand on his own two feet one more. It was cruel. Was this the doing of that man?

You look up, and it’s only then that you notice a few more children looking at the scene below you with different expressions on their faces. There were about three of them; two boys and one girl. The tallest and assumably the eldest had an unbothered look on his face as if he couldn’t care less about the poor boy who had just been thrown into a three. The second boy, with snow-white hair, sported a sadistic grin as if he were enjoying seeing the young boy in pain. And the girl? The girl, who looked so sweet and innocent, held eyes of pure disgust as she clutched her teddy bear tighter to her chest, almost as if she were glaring at the young boy.

Was this the kid’s family?

“Shoto!” The large man, whom you had deduced to be the father, screamed. You flinch at the loudness of his voice, intimidation flowing out of him in waves, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You look down, heart hurting at the sight of the young boy cowering in fear, but he still kept a brave face. Well, as much as he could do in that situation.

“You dare disobey your brother?” He continues, tone raising more and more as his fists clench. “How many times have I told you to listen to your siblings? They’re much older, stronger, and smarter than a little piece of shit like you. Heck, even Fuyumi, who’s a girl, is much more dignified than your pathetic ass!”

The more words fell from the man’s mouth, the more you wished to hex him with forbidden magic. Although doing so would only make your punishment worse. The elders were strict about black magic, after all. Anyone who even showed a little bit of interest was considered a threat and was sent to conduct punishments almost immediately. It was cruel, but you were on wit’s end because nowhere had you seen a vile man like him.

“It’s true, father!” The second sibling says, the sinister grin on his lips only growing. “I had asked Shoto nicely to help with my chores because I wanted to get more practice in for the royal knights’ examination, but he had the audacity to retaliate with the excuse that he already had chores to do.” The kid scoffs, rolling his eyes in the process. “He barely does anything in this house, yet he’s a burden to those of us who actually are? Father, he deserves punishment!”

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as if you were getting deja vu from this situation. The look on that kid’s face painfully reminded you of Neito, and you couldn’t help the gut feeling that made you believe that what the kid was saying was far from the truth.

“Shameful!” The father says, raising a hand to slap the young child to the side, and you gasp in horror wanting nothing more to interfere, yet the Grand Elder’s words ring harshly in your ear. There needs to be a balance. He had said. It would plunge the realms into total chaos if more than one human discovered the reality of magic simultaneously, especially those with foul intentions.

You couldn’t reveal yourself, not yet, at least. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to curse the elders back home, for they had assigned to you a child who was literally experiencing hell on earth and only gave you limited movement to help.

You watch, feeling the tears threaten to fall as the damn bastard of a father lands another punch towards his son, to the point where he begins to cough blood. Your eyes widen in horror as you hear the other children’s cheers. Why were they like this? Weren’t they family? Why were they treating one of their own like he wasn’t? He didn’t deserve this. He was only but a child!

When the father was finally finished with his rain of terror, you couldn’t help but release the breath you were holding in. Finally, it was over. But as if he couldn’t get any worse, the father towers over him, blue eyes boring into his kids. “If I see any of these bruises and wounds healed,” he whispers just enough for only Shoto to hear, but with your heightened senses, you couldn’t help but listen in. “Then you will get a beating far worse than this one. Do you understand?”

The kid nods weakly, not having the strength to communicate properly, causing the father to glare at him harder. “You are a disgrace to the Todoroki name, Shoto. Never forget that.”

And just like that, he leaves, the children following closely behind with mocking looks on their faces. The second sibling even goes so far as to spit on his youngest brother, causing you to clench your fists in anger, wanting to teach that kid a lesson. What kind of twisted personality did he have? Why was he treating his family like this? You just couldn’t understand.

When they finally leave, leaving the young kid on the rough ground, wallowing in his misery and pain, you find it in yourself to come down and take action. What action, you may ask? You weren’t quite sure yourself, but every fiber in your being was begging you to do something to help the poor child.

You kneel beside the beaten-up boy, weaving your hand through his dirtied hair. The boy looked like he hadn’t even been given an ounce of care throughout his life. How could this be? Wasn’t a family supposed to love each other? But you knew yourself that not all families were like that, only the lucky ones.

The world, no matter what realm you were in, was cruel and cold to those who didn’t fit in, to those that made them feel sick. Within your heart, you knew exactly what the young child was feeling, although only to a certain extent as it could never compare to the feeling of getting beaten up by the people you were supposed to love on a day-to-day basis.

But you too had been abandoned, you too had been ridiculed, and you knew how much that pain could carry through the rest of one’s life. The pain never truly goes away. It would only get buried, waiting for the moment it could come back to life. And if that pain was prolonged? Then that would only make things worse.

So you decided, with a firm grip on your heart, that until you had to leave, you would be there for this child. More than punishment, more than a duty you had to fulfill, you would be there for him until the very end.

That was a promise.

Todoroki Shoto had never known love.

For as long as he could remember, ever since the day he was born, his family had hated him. For what reason? He couldn’t quite comprehend, but now that he was a bit older, he understood to some extent.

His birth had caused his mother to die.

It was something that his family reminded him of every day. Whenever his brother, Natsuo, forced him to do his share of chores, he would always add in a snarky remark saying how it was the least he could do since he took his mother away from him. It hurt, but he couldn’t argue. It was the truth, after all. Him being born into the world had caused their own mother to leave it. It was only natural for his family to hate him.

From what he had heard, his mother was a very kind woman. With the same snow-white hair that covered half of his head, Todoroki Rei was known to be an angel. She was kind, always selflessly showing her love, and in turn, everyone loved her for it. She was the life of the party, even though she was frail, and never failed to make everyone around her smile. She was what one would consider the embodiment of good.

And Shoto had taken her away from them.

Everyone in the Todoroki household hated him, even the servants. How dare a useless child like him take away their mistress? How dare he live on as if nothing was wrong when he was the very reason that the light of the Todoroki household dimmed out. He was a despicable child in the eyes of everyone else, one that never deserved love.

So they fed him moldy bread and spoiled milk, rotten fruits, and water that was clearly full of filth. They wanted him to die, to pay for taking their mistress away from them. And no one in his family ever stood up for him.

His eldest brother Touya never even spoke to him. It was as if he was actively trying to ignore the kid. Whenever Shoto went up to talk to his brother, he would simply pass him by as if Shoto didn’t even exist. Yet whenever Shoto would catch peeks of the family eating a nice supper over the dinner table, his brother was actively engaging in conversation, causing an arrow to go through his heart at the realization that Touya truly did intend to ignore him.

His second brother, Natsuo, was no better. The only difference was that he actively tried to make Shoto’s life a living hell more than it already was. Natsuo took all his anger and grief out on the young child with snarky remarks and condescending tones. There was even a slap on the cheek every now and then, to which he would complain that it was Shoto who assaulted him, even though it was far from the truth. And everyone would believe him. Because who would believe the words of a child whose birth meant the death of another?

Then there was Fuyumi, his only sister. She sported that same gentle nature as his mother, according to the house servants, yet to Shoto, she was a wicked and cruel child. She was petty, treating Shoto as if he were a slave. When her favorite tea was too hot for her liking, she spilled the scalding hot drink all over him, soon after berating and slapping him for letting the said liquid fall onto her plush carpet. It made no sense, but Shoto could never complain. Fuyumi was the darling of the family, after all.

But his father? He was the worst of them all.

Todoroki Enji was a curious man, to say the least. As one of the leading figures of the oldest families of the Musutafu Empire, his very presence brought tremendous waves of awe among the masses. The Todoroki family was one of the most revered families in the whole empire, and everyone had always looked up to them, seeing them as the perfect family.

But Todoroki Enji had taken that image of perfection into heart, and it showed through the things he did behind closed doors. Rei’s death hit him the hardest, not because he was heartbroken that his other half died, but rather it was because that image of perfection had been broken into pieces, and he loathed it. He hated the pitiful gazes of the masses, as they stared at him as if he wasn’t the perfect being they needed him to be. It enraged him to no end. And the only outlet of this burning rage was the cause of all this brokenness, his own son.

Everything Shoto did angered him. Even taking a breath angered him. Every action, look, and word that came from the young child infuriated the head of the house, and he couldn’t help but take it out on him. Treating Shoto like he wasn’t a child but rather an enemy on the battlefield. Every day he would ruthlessly beat Shoto up until he felt satisfied, leaving Shoto battered and bruised with no chance of recovery. It was terrible, something anyone with a heart would hate, yet all those who resided in the Todoroki Mansion thrived on his misery.

So yeah, all his life, Todoroki Shoto had never known love.

But when he feels a hand gently caress his face, brushing his dirtied hair off of his face and running a thumb over his bruising cheek, he wonders if maybe this was it. Whoever was touching him had such a gentle and soft touch, a touch that he’s never felt before in his life. It was warm, far different from the cold caresses of his family. He wanted nothing more than to stay in the comfort of this warmth. But what if this was just a figment of his imagination?

He opens his eyes slowly, bearing through the pain and heaviness that came with it, and his gaze meets yours, and he’s blown away.

Your eyes look at him with sincere kindness, one that Shoto has never seen before in his life. He’s only been alive for a few years or so, and he can tell that this was what was right. Not his family, not the servants treating him with extreme hostility. No, you, a stranger he had never seen in his entire life, was already treating him way better than the whole world would ever treat him. And it had only been a few seconds since his eyes met yours.

“W-who…” he stutters, blinking wearily as if he wanted to get a closer look, but you shush him with gentle whispers, continuing to weave your hands through his dual-colored hair that looked stunning under the sunlight, even if it was smeared to no end.

“Shh, don’t speak, child,” you say, motherly instincts that you were unaware of surfacing. “You are injured. Speaking will only make it worse.”

Shoto nods, staying silent as you continue to run your fingers through his hair. Suddenly a surge of warmth rushes through his body, and he watches amazed as the pain from his father’s beating slowly goes away, even if the bruises didn’t disappear.

“There, that should do the trick!” You say, smiling brightly and voice cheery in an attempt to console the young child. Shoto slowly sits up from where he laid on the hard ground, looking at his hands in awe. How did you do that? How did you make all the pain disappear?

“I apologize,” you say, looking sheepishly at Shoto once you noticed he was staring at his arms in awe. “Your father mentioned that he would hurt you even more if your injuries are healed, so I’m only able to make the physical pain go away, but the wounds remain. I hope that’s alright.”

It’s more than alright, Shoto thinks to himself as he looks at you in awe. Shoto had never felt this alive before. It was as if his energy was restored and multiplied as if the numbness that had accumulated from the years of beating had vanished without a trace.

“Thank you,” he finally says, not having the courage to spill his heart out in fear that you would take his feelings and crush them in the blink of an eye. If Shoto were to be honest, if anyone else aside from the people he had come to know were to berate him more than he already was on a daily basis, then he would truly crumble.

“But… who are you?” He asks, finally coming to his senses. “Why are you here? It’s dangerous. If father finds out, then you—”

“—Do not worry child, I will be fine.” You’re doing better than expected despite the rapid beating of your heart from how nervous you were. You really hated this motherly image you were exuding, wanting nothing more than to be as carefree as you usually were, but first impressions were important, and you had to time things just right.

You smile, looking at Shoto with the kindest gaze you could muster, patting him gently on the head in the process.

“I’m your fairy godmother, after all.”

“F-fairy g-godmother?” Shoto asks, clearly confused. You giggle at his perplexed expression, amused. It was fascinating how the child still seemed to be as innocent despite the harsh realities he had been through. He was a strong human, you supposed. And quite an adorable one too.

“Yes, child,” you say once more, standing up and bringing Shoto up with you, although he stumbles, legs weak from being on the ground for too long, but you’re quick to catch him, giggling once more at the flustered expression on his face.

“I’m your fairy godmother,” you repeat, lines poised and precise like you had been trained to from the Grand Elder. “And as your fairy godmother, I’ll be here to make sure that your pain will be more bearable until you can fly free on your own.”

“Fly?” The young child asks excitedly, eyes beaming. “Will I be able to fly someday?”

“Not in the literal sense, child.” You giggle, the tiny human bringing the weight of the world off your shoulders. It was refreshing to interact with him. Perhaps this was why parents decide to have children. They were oh so loveable when they were young. You could only hope that the pureness of his heart wouldn’t be tainted even further by the harsh reality of his family’s disdain.

“But you’ll understand what I mean very soon,” you say, kneeling down towards his level. “And until then, I’ll be your wings, alright?”

It’s clear that Shoto doesn’t understand a word you’re saying, but that’s alright. He doesn’t need to understand at the moment. He just needs to believe. And from the pure amazement and wonder in his eyes, it looks as if he’s already on a one-way track towards it.

“Now, child, before I send you off, you must remember something very important.” You say, tone a bit sterner as Shoto gulps, nodding his head and turning his full attention towards you. His concerned and slightly worried look on his face makes you want to break your facade and laugh along with him. But this truly was an important matter, and if you didn’t drill it into his brain, then your mission would have been all for naught.

“Under no circumstance, must you tell of my existence to another soul, do you understand?” There’s uncertainty in the child’s gaze as if he doesn’t truly understand the weight of your words, but he nods nonetheless, agreeing. “Not your father,” you continue, hoping to make your point a bit clearer. “Nor your siblings, nor any stranger that you come across. You can’t reveal my existence to anyone, understand? This is a secret between you and me. Can you keep it?”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as Shoto lets the words sink in. He truly doesn’t understand why he can’t tell anyone else about you. It didn’t make sense to him. Weren’t you supposed to make his pain more bearable? Then why couldn’t you do that in the form of mending his relationship with his family? It saddened Shoto because in the few moments you had spent together, in those few minutes he got to know you, Shoto already considered you a friend. His first friend, in fact.

Why couldn’t he show you off?

Maybe it had to do with the fact that you, too, would get punished by his father if he were to reveal your existence. His father was a terrifying man. If he wanted something, then he would get it, no matter how difficult it was to obtain. His father held himself in high regard. And anyone who didn’t fit his standards was considered worthless and useless. If he were to find out that you were associated with him, the failure of the family, then who knows what his father would do to you?

He wouldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow that. You were the first person to show him kindness, and he couldn’t just let you slip away. That would break him to the point of no return.

“Sure,” Shoto mumbles shyly, a bashful smile forming on his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t have guessed that this child was frequently beaten up by his family, much less hated by them. He seemed like a great kid, who needed a friend to stand by him, and although Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had strictly advised you against being too attached to your assigned human, you couldn’t help it.

Who were you to ignore such a loveable child?

You smile, the sternness gradually leaving your face, and raise your hand towards him, pinky pointing out. “Promise?” Shoto looks at you before his eyes dart to your outstretched finger, bewildered and unsure.

“This is a pinky promise,” you say, realizing that he didn’t understand what you were trying to do. “When we link our pinkies together like this,” you continue, intertwining your pinky with his and locking them together. “Then that means our promise is sealed in stone and can never ever be broken.”

You give Shoto a small smile, your other hand reaching out to pat his head gently, while Shoto looks at your intertwined pinkies in awe and admiration.

In his haze, you finally stand up, your heightened senses hearing angered footsteps approaching, and you look worriedly at Shoto, hesitant to leave.

“I have to go now,” you say, heartbreaking at the way his expression falls from his face, replaced with a disappointed one.

“But don’t worry, I’ll be back.” You’re quick to reassure him, waving your hands frantically as you give off a sheepish smile. “I’ll be back when you need me the most,” you clarify, panic rushing in as the hurried footsteps become louder.

“Promise?” Shoto asks, stretching out his own pinky to you, reflecting what you had just taught him. This catches you by surprise, but you’re quick to smile, intertwining your pinkies once more.

“I promise,” you genuinely whisper, watching with mirth in your heart as Shoto looks up at you with a warm smile of his own, eyes looking at you tenderly as if he were sending you off.

And just like that, you vanish, much to Shoto’s shock, as the sliding door behind him slams open, and a servant comes out storming towards him angrily. But honestly, Shoto couldn’t care less.

Even as the servant berated him and dragged him harshly back into the mansion, Shoto couldn’t help but feel all warm and giddy inside. He had made his first friend.

And that was more than anything he could ever ask for.

Ever since your first meeting with Shoto, you had begun to grow closer towards the abused child, feeling a connection start to grow.

Of course, you didn’t show yourself to him as often as you wanted to, as you had your own limitations. Because as the council had told you before your departure, they were watching. And that was a frightening thought to ever take for granted.

It was too risky to put your personal desires over your duty at the forefront, so you had to work your way around the rules laid down by the Grand Elder. You had to be sharp, had to show your support and friendship in other more mundane ways so Shoto would continue to believe.

You were still a fairy on a mission, after all.

Harnessing magic wasn’t a one-time thing. If it were, then the council would have easily done it by now. The truth of the matter was that cultivating the magic out of humans required time, effort, and care— a feat that was far too tedious for the council to partake in, which was why it was up to the God fairies to carry it out.

As the relationship between a god fairy and their assigned human continued to grow, so would the amount of magic present within the human. Once it got to its breaking point, then the god fairy would immediately harness it, marking the end of their relationship and causing the human to never believe in magic again.

It was a cruel process but one you couldn’t avoid as it meant your life or death. But the more time you spend with Shoto, the more your resolve seems to break, and you begin to question whether or not you could actually pull through with what you were meant to do.

The door slides open, snapping you away from your train of thought, and in walks Shoto, a new bruise forming over his right eye.

Even if you couldn’t show yourself on a daily basis, you still made your presence known to Shoto through small acts of magic, ones that wouldn’t be considered overboard by the Grand Elder. You would have followed Shoto everywhere he went, watching his every move and ensuring that he was safe, but in a way, it made you uncomfortable.

And you couldn’t stand seeing the way his family and servants treated him. It was too cruel. You were sure that if you spent any second longer seeing his siblings ridicule him or his father punch him, then you would lose control. And everything that you had worked desperately for would have gone to waste, which was why you distanced yourself from the young child whenever he was around others. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. It was for the best; you tried to convince yourself. You were doing the right thing.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t help him at all. As Shoto quickly makes his way to his worn-out futon, wincing in pain at all the bruises his father had given him from the day’s beating, you couldn’t help but fuss over him, immediately reaching out to take the pain away in your invisible state, external wounds remaining.

“Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out weakly, feeling the pain leave him gradually as warmth replaces it. His eyes feel lighter, and he finally works the courage to open them fully, only to be met with his dark room. You were still invisible. You hadn’t shown yourself just yet. “Are you there?”

You wanted to respond. You desperately do. But the weight of your duty weighs heavy on your shoulders, and you hesitate, unsure whether or not you would reach out to him. You two were close, that was for sure. Throughout the few months of your ‘friendship’ with Shoto (if you could call it that), you had come to know just how precious the child truly was. Even after all the hardships and suffering that overcame him, he was still bright and innocent, something you never entirely understood, but you supposed that was what made Shoto… Shoto.

“Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out again, this time a little more desperate. His eyes dart around, trying to find you, but you were nowhere to be seen. All he wanted was to see you again. Sure, you had in some way, shape, and form always made your presence known through your kind acts, but it didn’t feel complete. It was as if Shoto was talking to a ghost, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to speak to his friend, the one person who made him see the light in what seemed like a never-ending darkness.

“Please,” he whispers like a prayer, hoping that you would show yourself. “Are you there?”

You couldn’t take it. This was torture to you. You knew you would get reprimanded either way, but as a fairy tasked with the responsibility of taking care of this child, you had to do it. He was practically crying out at this point. What kind of soul wouldn’t help him?

“I am here, Shoto,” you say, finally revealing yourself, and you feel yourself wince at the tears of relief that slip past the young child’s eyes. “I am here.”

Almost immediately, Shoto lunges at you, wrapping you in the tightest embrace he could muster. Was this real? He thought to himself. Were you actually here? This wasn’t a dream, right? What if you left him for good? He didn’t think his heart could handle that.

“You’re here!” He whispers, nuzzling into your stomach, giggling. “You’re actually here!” How could a child be so precious? You wonder to yourself. He was so innocent and pure. Why was his family hurting him like he wasn’t? From the time you had come to know Shoto, you could tell that he was a kind soul. He didn’t deserve any of the pain inflicted by his family. He deserved nothing but love and happiness. You just wished you had the authority to give it to him.

But alas, even with your freedom came chains that sought to bind you to the harsh realities of the world.

“Yes, I am, Shoto,” you giggle, running your hand soothingly through his hair, knowing how much comfort it brought the young child. “What is it that you need?”

“Nothing really,” Shoto replies after a while, merely basking in your warmth for as long as he could. “I just wanted to see you again.”

If Shoto were, to be honest, he was afraid that you were merely a product of his own imagination. His family often mocked him for it, calling him delusional in every way they could. Delusional for thinking he was loved; Delusional for thinking he deserved to be loved, and more so delusional for thinking that he could actually receive love from his family.

He was raised to believe that in one way or another, he was delusional, so somewhere deep down inside him, he thought that maybe you were a product of his delusions too.

But here you were, smiling down at him with such tenderness and care that Shoto knew you were anything but a delusion. He smiles brightly, the pain from earlier slowly melting away in your presence, and he drags you with his little hands towards his small, worn-out mattress, encouraging you to sit.

You follow him, eyes frowning at the state of his mattress. This was no way to treat a human being. Even back in the fairy realm, although it was clear that many were not fond of you, they still gave you common courtesy and respect as any other living being should. What Shoto’s family was doing to him was horrible, and you wish you could bring him out of it.

“Could you tell me a story?” Shoto asks out of the blue, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. “A story?” You repeat, unsure if you heard him correctly. Shoto nods, moving to lift a part of his mattress off the ground to reveal a hidden pile of storybooks that you never knew existed.

“My father doesn’t let me read,” he whispers, fingers darting over the dusty covers. “Says I’m not worthy of it.” Your hands clenched into fists beside you as you tried not to let your anger show, but Shoto could feel it slowly dripping off you in waves. “It’s fine, though,” he says, trying to reassure you that he wasn’t as affected by it as he truly was. “I’m used to it….”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as you look at the solemn gaze on Shoto’s face as he continues to run his fingers through the cover of the worn book longingly. With a sigh, you gently take Shoto into your arms, catching the young boy by surprise.

“You don’t have to hide in front of me, you know?” You say, seemingly scolding the child, but your tone was light, a small smile making its way to your face. “Friends don’t hide things from each other.”

From where he sat in your lap, Shoto looks at you with a bewildered gaze on his face, as if he were mesmerized. You simply smile at him, taking the book gently from his arms and opening it to the first page.

“I’ll help you learn how to read,” you say, finally clearing up your actions. “Isn’t that what you truly want?”

Shoto doesn’t say anything, but you can tell from the tears that are about to fall from his eyes that this was indeed his genuine desire. It pained you. Reading was something many took for granted, but as you see the absolute joy on Shoto’s face as he brought his attention back to the book in excitement, you realize that this was a gift.

You had the power to help this child beyond magic. And that was something you would use to your advantage, no matter the consequence.

You just wished that you would have done a better job at keeping it lowkey. Because as you guide Shoto in reading the story he had picked for the night, You don’t notice the gap between his door and the wall, a result of Shoto not closing the door properly from his weakened state and as a result, a young girl was standing on the opposite side of the door, eyes widened in horror and disgust at the sight she was seeing.

This wasn’t going to go well.

The next few days, Shoto honestly felt like he was in bliss.

No matter how horribly his family and servants treated him, nothing could shake the happiness he felt within his heart. Perhaps it was amplified by the fact his father had left the mansion for a few days to attend to his duties in the royal palace. Although he still had to face harsh treatments from his siblings and the other servants, at least the beatings became scarce.

His family was much too cowardly to carry out the same severe beatings his father gave. Which meant that he could enjoy his time with you even more than he should.

He had just finished his chores, ones that the servants were supposed to do, but in their vanity, they forced him to do it, going beyond their status as mere servants and dropping all their responsibilities as a child, sporting faux innocence whenever Shoto had tried to bring it up to his family.

But when he did, his father only got angry, beating him for lying about such matters, insinuating how he was insulting him because it was Enji who handpicked those servants, meaning an insult to them was an insult to his father.

So Shoto learned to take everything in a stride. To just do whatever the servants wanted him to do otherwise, he would get an even more severe beating from his father, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

But that fear was a thing of the past, as at the moment, Shoto was happily skipping towards his room, excitedly thinking of what story his fairy godmother would teach him about today.

Truly, like her title, Shoto’s fairy godmother was a blessing sent from the heavens. She was kind, patient, and never berated Shoto for any mistake he made. She would never do that to him, she told him one day when he had asked. It was just too cruel.

So this was what kindness really felt like, Shoto realized once the words slipped from her mouth. Growing up, Shoto was taught that his family’s actions were one of kindness, with insults such as ‘you should be grateful father was kind enough to keep you in this house when you should have been thrown out into the street already.’ being thrown at him left and right.

He had always hated kindness because of that. His family’s kindness made him feel sick, made him want to curl up into a hole and die, yet his fairy godmother had shown him the light. His fairy godmother had shown him that kindness wasn’t supposed to make you feel horrible. It was supposed to make you happy. It was supposed to fill your heart with love and affection that you wanted to give back tenfold.

What his family was doing to him wasn’t kindness at all.

Even more so when he stopped in front of his room, confused to hear a commotion inside. His gut feeling told him to run away, to hide, and never show himself again. But he couldn’t. His room was his safe haven, the only place where he could truly escape from his harsh reality, and if something ever happened to it, then Shoto wouldn’t know what to do.

He hastily opens the door only to feel his blood run cold. There standing in his room were his father, Enji, and his sister, Fuyumi. The moment they heard the door open, his sister turned to him, fake tears in her eyes, ones that Shoto knew everyone believed. Because in their eyes, Shoto’s sister was innocent, even though he knew that she was a devil in disguise.

“There he is, father!” Fuyumi exclaimed, pointing towards him accusingly. “The thief!”

Thief? Shoto wondered to himself. Why was he a thief? As far as he knew, he hadn’t stolen anything from anyone, much less his sister. Why would she accuse him of being a thief?

But he didn’t get the chance to ponder on it deeply, with his father turning towards him with deep rage lacing his eyes. Why was his father here in the first place? Wasn’t he supposed to stay in the palace for a few more days?

“You imbecile!” His father rages, stomping towards him. Shoto whimpers trying to back away, but his father was bigger and stronger than he could ever be and caught up to him quickly, holding him by the collar of his rags and throwing him across the room harshly.

The impact causes immense pain to course through Shoto’s body, and he’s sure he could feel a rib or two of his break from the pressure. There was liquid running down his face, was that blood? Perhaps. He was in too much pain to process what was happening.

“First, you kill your mother,” His father says, slowly making his way towards him, intimidation falling off him in waves. “Second, you act like an entitled brat to everyone in this house,” his words make Shoto flinch, knowing in his heart that none of his words were true. “And third,” Shoto’s father says as he finally stands in front of him, eyes glaring into his with severe malice. “You dare steal something extremely valuable from your sister? Have you no shame?”

With the little strength he could muster, Shoto looks up at his father, eyes weak and hazy. “Steal?” He whispers. “I didn’t steal anything….”

“Lies!” He hears his sister exclaim, sobbing hysterically. If Shoto didn’t know that his sister had two sides, he would have believed that she was genuinely upset. But that wasn’t the case. She was making things up. And this time, her act might actually cost his life.

“You stole the storybooks I got from mother!” She accuses, holding her teddy bear tighter to her chest, hateful eyes glaring into his.

Storybooks? Shoto asks to himself, eyes darting around only to find the pile of storybooks on the ground— the same ones you read to him every night. A fire burns inside him, something that Shoto had never felt before. The audacity his sister had.

“Y-you,” he stutters, coughing from the pain. “You threw them away! I don’t steal them. I found them in the garbage!”

“That’s not true!” His sister fights back, and Shoto can see the way her eyes dart around in shock, not expecting him to actually speak up. “Why would I throw away something I received from mother?”

Shoto was about to retort, but suddenly, a harsh sound rang through the room, and Shoto feels an excruciatingly painful sting on his cheek. His father had slapped him hard.

“How dare you,” he says, voice low, concealing the pure unadulterated rage that was about to burst forth. “How dare you take our kindness for granted, you son of a bitch.”

“We clothed you. We gave you shelter and food, and this is how you repay us?” He spats, hands clenched into fists. “After everything you’ve done to our family, you continue to disgrace our family name? What a despicable child you are.”

Pushing Shoto down to the floor, Enji raises his hand, ready to land a punch. “Shameful.” He lands a blow. “Disgusting.” He lands another. “Thief.” This time his father hits his broken ribs, causing Shoto to cry out in even more pain. “Murderer.”

Tears fall from Shoto’s eyes as the pain continues to flow through him, bursting through every punch. Was he really a murderer? Was he really that bad of a child? If so, why did they make him stay? Why couldn’t they put him out of his misery?

He wished his fairy godmother was here. She would probably make things better than they were now. She would make all the pain go away and then pat his head like she always did as she read him another story. He had never been as happy as he was whenever she read to him. But who knew that happiness came at an awful price?

Fairy Godmother, Shoto prayed in his mind as his father continued to beat him, letting out all his anger onto his body. Where are you? He was sure he looked like a mess, probably not even human anymore. But he couldn’t care less. He just wanted his fairy godmother by his side.

She said she would be there when he needed it most, didn’t she?

Suddenly the pain stops, and all Shoto feels is numb. He opens his eyes to the best ability, only to see his father stop midair with someone’s hand holding into his arm. He turns to the side, wincing in pain, yet it’s worth it because he finally sees the person he’s been waiting for.

His fairy godmother had finally appeared.

“Who are you?” His father shouts, screaming at the fairy. Her face is hardened, eyes glaring back at him with such hatred that it could honestly mirror his father’s.

“None of your business,” she spats before forcefully throwing his father to the other side of the room, landing with a harsh thud.

She walks towards him, a menacing aura surrounding her, but just before she could approach Shoto’s father, his sister immediately runs to defend him, glaring with genuine tears in her eyes.

“Who are you?” She screams, shaking. “Why are you attacking father? Father has done nothing wrong! You should be attacking that… thing! He’s the bad one here.”

Her desperate cries leave a bitter hole in Shoto’s heart as he feels nothing but despair. He had always hoped that beneath all the harsh words of his family members, underneath all their cruel punishments and glaring eyes, they would still have room in their hearts to care for him, even just a little bit.

But no, they didn’t even see him as human. And that hurt way more than being called a murderer.

“First of all,” you say, voice ice-cold, causing shivers to run down everyone’s spine. “Shoto isn’t a thing. He’s a human being. He’s your brother. What kind of person are you for not even acknowledging that?”

“He killed my mother!” Shoto’s sister screams in protest, holding her ground. But her words only cause your gaze to harden as you grab her in the shoulders, and she shakes under your terrifying stare.

“Listen here, young lady,” your voice booms through the room. “Shoto didn’t kill anyone. Your mother’s death was not his fault. Just because you can’t accept the fact that your mother is not on this earth anymore doesn’t mean you can treat your brother like he’s the scum of the earth.”

His sister falls silent after that, not knowing what else to say. She sniffles, and as gently as you can, you push her to the side. She was still a child, after all. No matter how vain she was, she was only a year or two older than Shoto. And you were not one to inflict pain on children or anyone for that matter.

But this had gone too far. And you couldn’t find it within yourself to stand on the sidelines any longer.

“And you,” if possible, your voice becomes even more ominous as you approach Enji, who sat on the ground, groaning. In his weakened state, he glares at you, having the audacity to continue spewing nonsense from his mouth.

“Don’t you know who I am?” He threatens before you can continue to speak. “I am Todoroki Enji, the right-hand man of the Emperor of the Musutafu Empire! If his majesty were to find out of your crime, then he would—”

“—Punish you to the depths of hell.” You say, cutting him off. “I’m not a fool, Todoroki Enji. I know that the only reason you sheltered Shoto was so the Emperor wouldn’t find out your crimes. Otherwise, you would have thrown him onto the streets.”

Enji can feel his blood run cold, the truth hitting him like harsh waves the more they fall from your lips.

“The Emperor is a kind and just man, and if he were to ever find out that you were treating your child this way, then he wouldn’t hesitate to sentence you to death. You know that more than anyone.”

Silence befalls the room as everyone soaks your words in. Shoto doesn’t understand. What were you trying to say?

“You know better than to punish Shoto for killing his mother. He didn’t do anything wrong. Todoroki Rei was already weak and frail after giving birth to the little young miss over there, yet you still insisted that she bear you a child, and when she refused, you threatened her.”

A gasp falls from his sister’s lips as the gravity of your words swirls up into a tornado in Shoto’s mind. Was this true? Was he truly not to blame for all of this?

“Lies,” Enji mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear. You stay silent, allowing the man to form his thoughts, yet that proves to be fatal as after a beat of silence passes, the man glares at you, taking a broken piece of the wall and swinging it your way.

“Fairy Godmo—” Shoto calls, distressed and scared, but it proved to be for naught as in the blink of an eye, the heavy debris vanished, and you stood there, wand in hand, glaring once more at his father.

“What?!” His father exclaims, finally taking his stand. “How were you able to do that? That should have killed you!”

You smile, grin sinister and dark, far from the gentle warmth it usually portrayed. Shoto was scared. His brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening. But what he did know was that he didn’t like any of this one bit.

“Magic,” is all you say, lifting your wand to cast another spell. “Magic is what made me do this to you. And magic is how I’ll make sure that you suffer the same hell Shoto has gone through.”

Horror fills Enji’s eyes as you step closer. But just as you’re about to release your spell, the door opens, revealing Shoto’s second brother, Natsuo, whose eyes widened at the sight in front of him. On instinct, he grabs the wooden sword he had brought with him from his training and lunges at you just as your magic bursts forth, tackling you to the ground.

And a scream fills the air.

Everyone looks, startled at the sight. When the chaos finally comes clear, to the family’s dread and your glee, your spell had managed to affect Enji, but not in the way that you had hoped.

Instead of the core of his body, you had hit his eyes instead, a nasty scar forming over it, burning the flesh, and causing the man to tremble in pain.

Well, at least he would know what Shoto felt when he got his scar.

You stand up, dusting the dirt off your clothes as you make your way towards Shoto, ignoring his shell-shocked brother, who was staring at his father writhing in pain. You probably look like a mess at this point, totally different from how you usually appeared, but that was the least of your concerns.

You had to ensure Shoto was alright. He had gone through so much after all.

You couldn’t stand it. How could you stand watch when Shoto’s father was basically killing the poor child? Shoto who was pure and innocent. Shoto, whose only desire in life, was to read. He didn’t care for freedom or revenge. He just wanted to live normally.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to let his family trample over those dreams any longer.

You finally approach him, getting ready to kneel beside him and take him in your embrace so you could take the pain away. How much pain must he have gone through? You wonder. His body was battered and bruised, looking as if he was merely a shell of the child he once was. It was too cruel, and you could only hope that you’re magic would take even a bit of that pain away.

Because the child deserved to smile.

But just as you’re about to reach out towards him, a bright light shines through the room, and from that light comes a figure, one that causes your whole being to momentarily freeze in shock and fear.

Elder Yagi stood there in all his glory, robes and wings perfectly accentuating his features, truly presenting himself as the most powerful fairy in all the realm. His eyes were placed into a frown, and he stared directly at you, disappointment evident within him.

You had screwed up, and now you were going to pay the price.

“Young (Y/N),” His voice booms, loud and proud like how a fairy should be. “For breaking the Fairy Code by revealing the existence of magic to humans other than your godchild and for using said magic to unlawfully harm the human race, you are hereby sentenced to banishment from the fairy realm effective immediately.”

You stare at the elder you had come to know as a father, pleading with desperate eyes for him not to do this to you, but he pays no mind, waving his wand, causing binds to form and wrap around your body.

“No, please!” You scream in vain, begging. “At least let me heal Shoto. Let me do something for him!”

“You’ve already done enough!” Elder Yagi screams. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so angry, and it scares you. Where was the kind fairy you had come to know? Why was he acting like this? “The Council will take over.”

And light flashes once more through the broken room, and just like that, you’re gone, leaving Shoto behind.

Shoto blinks blearily, everything passing by in a blur. What had happened? What was happening? He wished he had the strength to get up and take a stand for himself, but he was quite literally beaten to a pulp. He can’t feel the strength in his arms anymore, and just that very thought scares him.

The only thing that comforts him is the soothing lullaby of darkness, trancing him into a sleepy state, and before he knows it, Shoto passes out.

Not knowing that from this point onwards, his life would change forever.

The light shines through the curtains, and Shoto wakes up, blinking.

He stretches his tired limbs and sits up, yawning. Why did he feel so tired? He’s never felt this weary before.

He gets out of bed, heading towards his bathroom, looking at the mirror. When he does, however, he’s suddenly flashed with a vision of him, beaten into a pulp and unable to stand up, and he gasps, but that vision slowly fades away, and Shoto’s regular reflection comes back.

What was that? Why did he look so… dead?

Surely that was a figment of his own imagination, right? Surely that was his mind playing tricks on him, right? Sure, his family did beat him from time to time, but they would never treat him that badly, right?

Shoto shivers, desperately shaking his thoughts away, as he slowly makes his way to the kitchen, hoping to snag some food while the servants aren’t looking.

On his way, however, he bumps into his father, who glares at him. Shoto looks to the ground in shame, not knowing why this particular meeting made him more frightened than usual. He should be used to his father’s beatings by now, but why did he feel so scared?

“You,” his father says, and Shoto halts at the menacing tone in his voice. “Look at me.” Shoto does as he asks, and looks up to his father, eyes widening at the sight of a ghastly scar mirroring his own on his father’s face.

Did he always have that scar?

His father stares at him as if he were examining him. For what reason, Shoto wasn’t quite sure, But it made him extremely uncomfortable, and he could only hope that his father would let him go soon.

“You should be grateful I’m in a good mood today, brat,” is all his father says, glaring harshly at Shoto. He doesn’t say anything more than that, choosing to leave towards the direction of the dining room, leaving Shoto behind in the hallway.

That was it? He asked himself. He wasn’t going to punch him? That was weird. But he paid it no mind. As his father said, it was his lucky day.

Yet as Shoto continued to head towards the kitchen, there was an itching feeling scratching the back of his head, telling Shoto that there was something wrong. That something was missing. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, which confused Shoto because, as far as he knew, everything was completely normal.

But he couldn’t ignore that thought. It nagged him throughout the day, telling him that this wasn’t right.

The problem was, Shoto had no idea what exactly was wrong.

#once.upon.an.au #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academy x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki shoto x you #shoto x you

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flushed-for-the-trolls · 3 years

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Why I, a MHA fan, dislike the show

I’m posting this here because when I posted this on the MHA sub, I got eaten alive and every syllable scrutinized more harshly than a piece of legal documentation. You just can’t criticize this show. At. All. So here I am, on here, trying to do the same thing. I’m gonna condense my issues and only mention a few of them.

My first issues is character development. There ain’t any. There’s Bakugou and Endeavor... And that’s it? In terms of meaningful change, that’s it. I know some class 1a kids have a mini arc, but they don’t ultimately impact the story at all, so I don’t count them, they’re footnotes in the broad story, they’re just light adjustments to these characters, Yaoyorozu’s loss of confidence, Uraraka feeling like she failed and her motivations of becoming a hero, they all are set-ups for the B plot of the episodes, and are never brought up again, for this reason, I only consider those two to have any proper character development, as they span multiple episodes and seasons, and have an impact on the story itself

My second issue is Midoriya: He’s just not that interesting, is he? He had his character development in the first episode, and by the third episode, he immediately forgot what made him interesting, it was that he was an underdog, that he had a unique position in society as a formerly quirkless person given one of the best powers. In my eyes, the show would have been much more interesting if Midoriya became a vigilante superhero, reforming the broken system, and being a supporter of the quirkless, instead he became a one note character that just... Saves the day, need to put on a show? Deku to the rescue! Need to beat an A* villain? Deku can do it! Midoriya can do literally anything and everything, he’s overpowered to the peak and it makes for a boring show and protagonist when there are no actual stakes in any given battle, the final line is “and this is the story of how I became the number 1 hero”. Great way to shoot yourselves in the foot guys, now I know Midoriya will basically never die, never be incapacitated, and there is no threat to him that will yield serious, life changing consequences. Even when I was enamored by the show I never once considered Midoriya to be in any danger.

My third issue is poorly handled sensitive topics: Bullying in MHA is handled with such abysmal care I question if the writers even knew what the word meant. The world through the eyes of Midoriya, he’s been bullied ever since he was quirkless, called ‘Deku’ and tormented relentlessly. He’s been miserable, his dreams have been shattered, and no one cares, no one listens- Oh, way, what’s that? A girl said “it sound’s like ‘you can do it’?” Forget all the immense trauma and feelings of self doubt and inadequacy, it’s all good babeh! There’s no development, it’s all shoved to the side and without the slightest bit of care, they didn’t even give us 5 minutes to soak it in, nope, tactfulness? Who’s she? As you may imagine, I do have a bit of a bias against IzuOcha, BUT, just to be clear, I’d hate ANY canon (or likely canon) ship that uses bullying in such a scummy way. And make no mistake, that’s what this is, a scummy, crude, and shameless use of bullying as fuel for a pairing.

This felt weird to include in the same paragraph, so I made a new one. The other form of abuse that’s been approved is Rei throwing scalding water on her sons face. All I will say is, If Dabi’s actions aren’t excused through abuse, neither are Rei’s. Rei abused her son, if we saw that case in the real world, we’d be outraged and demanding the harshest penalty. Rei hurt her kid, no matter what the reason is, she hurt a child that looked up to her, she’s a bad person and a bad mother, and Shoto shouldn’t have been apologizing to her, or seeking forgiveness. Rei was the victim of a monster, but she also became a monster and hurt her own child, nothing excuses this behavior. Nothing.

My final issue? The Fandom. Dear god can this fandom not accept criticism, people seem to be of the mindset that to like something is to defend it with your life. My first paragraph wasn’t a joke, people scrutinize the shit out of anything negative and will pull things out of their ass to dispel criticism, people can’t take a critical look at the series and say “yeah, it flopped in some areas, but I still like it in spite of its flaws”. Almost everyone on my post refused to acknowledge ANY faults and often got real damn combative when I was nothing of the sort, people claimed I wasn’t a true fan because I said the show was bad, as if being a fan of a show means that you must never have an issue with the show you like... Ridiculous. I used to scoff at the idea that a toxic fandom could drive you out of loving a show, oh how wrong I was

Don’t get me wrong, I still have a love for aspects of the show, but my love for it has severely diminished because of the antics of the fandom. If this post gave off vibes of incredible agitation, first, I apologize, that wasn’t my intent, and second, that’s the result of not being able to talk with others about issues with mutual interests. I understand some people may disagree, and that’s fine, but could we, like, be civil about disagreement, jk, jk, unless...

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sweet-taiyaki · 3 years

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Cherry Blossoms in the Spring 🌸 (Finale)

Pairing: ProHero!Katsuki Bakugo x ProHero!Reader (she/her)

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochacho Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Black Claw and Control are killing more people, the Deku/Shoto agency and Bakugo agency team up to defeat the villains and bring peace to society. There is a little twist though...

Quirk: Telekinesis: Levitate any object by mental force. Her blue horn glows when she uses her quirk to enhance mental capacity.

Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of blood, language, fluffy ending.

My alarm went off. I instantly got out of bed and got ready for the day. Bakugo said that Shoto and Deku’s agency reached out to his agency about a villain. I’ll take him down. No matter what. I am strong. I am powerful. I can do this. I motivated myself internally through the mirror. I got on my hero suit and headed over to Shoto and Deku’s agency.

I opened the door and Ingenium was standing by. “Hey, Aura. Todoroki and Midoriya are at the Dynamight agency. We must leave at once. I’ll escort you immediately,” he said waving his hands. He offered to piggyback me to the Dynamight agency to get there fast.

We arrive at the agency. Mio wasn’t at the front desk, but we went into the meeting room. We walked in and Mio was in tears. “Mio,” I said. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“I—It’s my father. H—he stabbed himself and I don’t know why,” she sobbed. What. Why would her father stab himself?

“We’re dealing with a villain with a mind control quirk. His name is Control,” Bakugo said. “Apparently, he’s brainwashing his victims to think of hurting or killing themselves.”

“It doesn’t sound right. These attacks are at random and the victims already have no connection to each other. Is this villain insane,” Shoto said.

“Mio’s father stabbed himself badly, but not enough to kill him. How many people have died so far,” Deku analyzed.

“8, so far,” Kaminari said. “30 have been badly injured. We have to stop this villain before he controls anymore people. Thankfully, we have a visual of the villain. Control seems to be working with a villain with fangs and claws that can cut through anything, named Black Claw.”

The villain I encountered last month. Control is working with her? I have to defeat her. I will not let her go again. I started to get angry with myself. If I would have captured her, maybe none of this would have happened. Again, people may have died because I let a villain get away. I clenched my fists as I stared at the table. Bakugo noticed. “You alright,” he nudged.

“I know her with the claws and fangs. She tried to convince me that I was a villain by my quirk,” I said. Everyone looked over to me.

“(Y/N),” Shoto said.

“I have to defeat her. I need to redeem myself that I am a hero and lock her up for good,” I teared up.

“We’ll split up into teams. North team will take out Control and the South team will assist and take down Black Claw. North team will have Shoto, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Yaoyorozu, and myself. We have pinpointed a location where Control’s headquarters are located. The South team will have Kaminari, Ashido, Iida, Uraraka, Tokoyami, and (Y/N). Since they are working as a team, Black Claw should be within the parameter of the headquarters. Let’s do our best,” Deku led.

We all exit the venue. Bakugo grabs my arm before we part ways. “Be careful,” he said. I nodded and caught up with the others.

I catch up with the others to track down Black Claw. We keep on our guard around the area of the headquarters. “Do you think there are more villains involved with this,” Uraraka asked.

“Maybe,” Tokoyami said. “We have to keep our guard up. I’ll fly over to see if I can find anything overhead and give a signal if I see something.” Tokoyami flies up, but I felt an unpleasant presence. In the corner of my eye, I see black fingernails about to scratch Uraraka.

“Uravity,” I pushed her out of the way. Black Claw laughed as she followed through her swing.

“Nice to see you, heroes. I figured you all would be here sooner or later,” she charges at Iida and he dodges and kicks her into Kaminari who was charging his voltage. When she touched Kaminari, she was shocked causing her to scream. Mina used her acid on her suit to cause even more pain. Tokoyami flew to the ground as he punched her. Black Claw falls at my feet and starts to laugh. “What? You’re not going to attack me,” she said to me. I grabbed her by the suit.

“Black Claw, you are under arrest for homicide, assault, and kidnapping,” I shouted. She laughed again.

“You may be in the top ten, but you’re so weak. You would have had so much potential being a villain. I could have trained you to be like me against all these losers that want to boost their ego. ‘I want to be a hero’ and ‘I want people to recognize me’ is a whole bunch of shit. Do you think that would be what mom would have wanted?”

“(Y/N), what is she talking about,” Kaminari broke the ice.

“Instead you wanted to be a hero,” Black Claw continued as I start to tear up. “After the heroes sent her to a jail cell for life, she will die in concrete and you decide to take their side. You put her there after taking care of you, putting a roof over your head, and giving you the air in your lungs. Are you really that selfish?”

The tension was so deep. I felt everyone’s eyes were on me as Black Claw revealed a secret between me and her. I grabbed her by the neck as my horn glowed.

“I am not like you, or mom, or dad. You found joy in killing other people and watching their loved ones suffer because of all the trauma you’ve experienced. It’s not fair to everyone else that you took your anger out on innocent people. I received help and found ways to love myself and others. That’s why I became a hero. I believe in myself. I am strong and I will defeat you,” I yelled. She charged at me with her claws and showed her sharp teeth. I start to levitate objects around me to defend myself and attack her. Every swing she took missed as she got weaker. Iida grabbed her when she was at her weakest and restrained her to the police. She took one last look at me.

“Next time I see you, I will kill you, younger sister,” she said faintly. I watched her being taken in by the police. A small part of me felt bad for her, but this is what she deserves after the bad path she has been going down.

“Are you alright,’ Tokoyami said to me as I look at the ground.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s find the others and take down Control. This isn’t over,” I said.

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We ran to catch up with North team. There were a lot of thugs already on the ground. Kirishima and Sero were out of breath at the entrance. “Hey! That was quick,” Kirishima said.

“Yeah, it wasn’t an easy battle, but Black Claw is now with the police. Where’s Deku,” Uraraka said.

“They’re inside. Shoto, Bakugo, and Midoriya are still trying to find Control. Yaoyorozu may be running out of lipids by now.”

“Uraraka, Ashido, and (Y/N), keep the outside protected. Sero, Kirishima, Tokoyami, and I will help Yaoyorozu and meet up with Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki,” Iida broadcasted. Without hesitation, everyone followed his orders, except Uraraka.

“I want to fight along side Deku. I don’t want to be on the sidelines,” she screamed.

“You are protecting him by being outside with us, girl,” Ashido said. “We need everyone to play a part to take down Control and his associates. The less people he has, the weaker he gets.”

All of a sudden, a lot of thugs with blades emitting from their body charged towards us. Ashido and Uraraka fight each the villains. One charged at me and I dodged a blade. “Hey,” one of the blade villains said. “The boss wants you, specifically, alive for now,” they said to me. They grabbed me, bagged my head, and knocked out.

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I woke up levitating above a lava pit. I panicked and lowered me, but I controlled my quirk so where I could stay in the air. I heard laughter in the cave.

“You must be Aura, the number six hero. It’s a shame that you want to kill your older sister, eh?”

“No, you’re wrong,” I said. “I don’t want to kill her. I want to help her!”

“That’s what I was doing,” he yelled back at me. “Your father is an evil man, but once she told me how much she was abused, I took her under my wing. She took my therapeutic advice to kill heroes. All the heroes want to better themselves, but what about the villains? We are people too. Subconsciously, killing is the circle of life. People will always die and if anyone shows up to your funeral, it is considered an honorable death. Your mother will die in prison. Don’t you think she deserves an honorable death?”

“Just because she gave birth to me, that doesn’t mean that she is right. My whole family has killed innocent people,” I yelled. Control’s eyes glowed to control my mind. I slowly lowered myself into the lava pit. Before I hit the lava, Control grabbed me by the neck as my body lost oxygen.

“You were born a villain, kid. Stop telling yourself that you are a hero because you’re---” A sudden explosion blasted through the cave. Control stopped using his mind control quirk on me as I regained my strength.

“Aura!” Bakugo yelled. Shoto froze the lava beneath me and grabbed me to safety.

“You alright,” Shoto asked.

“I won’t let my guard down,” I yelled. More blade villains surrounded us. Shoto and I were back-to-back. We dodged the blades. I picked up the blade villains with my quirk and Shoto froze their legs and blades to the point where they would shatter. Deku and Bakugo went for Control. Control’s moves were fast. Bakugo and Deku closed their eyes to not be controlled by his power and they managed to get some hits in. I maneuvered my way over towards them. I punched Control in one of his eyes when he was distracted from them. Bakugo used his sweat as ammunition to blast and Deku smashed Control with a punch. Control hit the back of the cave and immediately got angry.

Control grabbed the broken blades and threw it over to me. I looked back at him and fell under his mind control quirk. Without any control, I held the blade to my neck.

“You could have done great things with me and your sister, Aura, but instead you wanted to become a hero. Well I think you are aware that I kill heroes. They are nothing but scum to this society and you are worthless. As for you both, have any last words to say to her?”

“No, not again,” Bakugo whispered as watched me restrained by Control. One tear fell as I tried to fight it and pull away as hard as I could. Will this be my last memory? I felt blood trickle down my neck as he controlled the blade to cut deeper into my skin.

“NO,” Bakugo yelled. “I let that happen once, but I will never let it happen again! I will protect you, (Y/N). I will never leave your side. We will fight and win together. No one will die today. I was a coward, but now I can save people. I will save people. Villains will always be evil, but saving people is eternal. Just like in the words of Red Riot, we save people and protect others, even it if means our life.” Bakugo’s explosion build up grew stronger and stronger. Deku’s quirk pulled in green lightening to create the ultimate knockout. SMAAAAASSHHHH! HOWITZERRRRR IMPAAAACT! Control soared through the ceiling and crumbled the cave. He plummeted back into the ground, paralyzed. I couldn’t help but watch their compassion to becoming a better hero. This is why they are the top two. Not only could they fight and win against a villain, but they can save others.

We met up with the others. All the villains were taken in by police with our help. Cameras and news channels swarmed Control’s HQ. Everyone walked their separate ways after their interviews and goodbyes into the sunrise. It’s nice to know that we each have our own backs to save and protect the public. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey, blue horn,” Bakugo said. “How’s your wound?”

“I’ll be okay,” I cowered.

“I heard Black Claw was your sister. This was a difficult day for you. I hope you know that I have your back, you got that,” he said.

“I may not have a family, but it’s nice to know that some people support my decisions and do what’s right.” I lost my balance and Bakugo grabbed me by the waist. Time stopped as we both stared into each other’s eyes. His face was soft. He brushed a strand of hair off my face. I regain my balance and shy away from him.

“Here, I’ll walk you home,” he said. We walked through the cherry blossom park. He stops in his tracks. “(Y/N), I---You fight good.” I turn around and smile.

“Maybe one day, I’ll surpass you,” I joked.

“I’ll always be the best, dumbass,” he said holding his arms open. I enter his embrace and his warmth was comforting. I felt safe.

“Just kiss her, dude,” a voice said in the distance.

“Yeah, man, or Kaminari will come down there and do it himself,” Kirishima said.

“Wait, what? I’m not kissing Bakugo,” Kaminari said. We chuckle. Bakugo cups my face into a little peck.

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#bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha imagines

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some-cookie-crumbz · 3 years

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Hello 👋🏼, sorry if I’m bothering u but ever since the recent chapters of BNHA I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the Todoroki family. Not many of my friends are into this anime and I just couldn’t stop myself from sharing this with you because I need to let this out.

[SPOILER ALERT 🚨!!! IF U DONT READ THE MANGA THEN U CAN JUST IGNORE THIS]

First of all:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

(I’m still screaming as I write because the backstories RUINED me.)

Poor Touya having this horrible obsession over heroics and having his father acknowledge him but ever since his quirk started reacting against his body the whole family got negatively affected by it.

Rei and Enji wanted to stop at two kids but with Touya’s sudden disadvantage and the latter’s craving for power, Natsuo and later on Shouto was born (the youngest getting titled as the perfect heir from the moment he was born). I got torn seeing Touya’s eyes succumb to absolute madness at the birth of his younger brothers.

What scared me the most was how when it was just Touya and Fuyumi, the two hardly interacted despite being only a year apart in age. Touya claimed that ‘girls just don’t get it’ this small foreshadowing was later brought to light in the most recent chapter where he once again rejects Fuyumi’s company in favour of ranting to only Natsuo and where he disregards his own mother— another ‘girl’ that doesn’t understand his obsession passion for surpassing All Might and someone who plays along to the acts of those stronger than them. Touya saw his mother as a weak person who had no choice but to marry for the sake of her family and have custom children. Little Touya firmly believed his very existence depended on getting acknowledged my his father and defeating All Might but it sadly didn’t come true😭😭

Also..... LOOK AT THE BABIES!!!! They’re all so CUTE!!!

Chubby Fuyumi!!!

Natsuo with a running nose

And Baby Shouto with a meme like face since the day he was born🤣🤣🤣🤣

So ADORABLE!

And another thing. FUYUMI WAS EVEN YOUNGER THAN I THOUGHT TO HAVE STARTED ACTING LIKE A SECOND MOTHER TO HER BROTHERS!! Look at the way she defended Natsuo when Touya went on a rampage and tried to attack Touya! And during moments when Enji and Rei fought the two most notable heroes were Shouto and Fuyumi; the former fighting on the frontlines to face his father while the latter stood behind to once again care for her remaining family that though weren’t involved in the fight, they still needed emotional support to get through it.😭

I AM SO SORRY TO BE GETTING TO THIS SO LATE ANON BUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!

TW: Spoilers, Brief Mention of Child Abuse (Physical, Emotional and Mental), General Fandom Wank

So, like, SO MUCH HAPPENED in those chapters and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ALMOST ALL OF IT! There’s obviously all the things you mentioned above that were just amazing to see and learn! I know that a majority of the fandom has been absolutely livid about the reveals involving Touya being drastically different than what fandom thought they were all this time, but I think it honestly highlights how smart Horikoshi’s writing really is.

In Shoto, we see the effects of physical and mental abuse on a child, and how easily he could have ended up going down a troubling road much like Touya. Shoto’s saving grace is facing off against Deku in the Sports Festival, giving him an outside perspective and makes him realize that he can choose to be better, but that doesn’t just magically fix all of Shoto’s problems. Shoto still struggles with his feelings towards his Father and how he is perceived by simply being Endeavor’s son. We see that in the Provisional License Arc, where Shoto is so thoroughly rattled by Inasa. It’s even further pushed through how Shoto struggles with his feelings about Endeavor trying to better and whether or not he should forgive him. I feel like Shoto’s arc is incredibly strong and that his struggles are very realistic, which is why people love him so much. This whole concept is another thing I could rant about but I’m going to leave it here.

Meanwhile, with Touya, we see the effects of mental and emotional abuse on a child and how it can completely destroy them. I think people that act like Horokoshi “down played” and “ret-conned” Endeavor as a character to make him more sympathetic/ redeemable or that he’s simply writing Touya as “always being a bad seed” are missing the mark. This is, admittedly, something you see a lot when it comes to victims of abuse in the real world as well; the idea that if you weren’t physically or sexually abused on top of emotional or mental abuse, your abuse is somehow less “valid.” Now I’ve seen more voices speaking out against this mentality - which is relieving and positive - but it’s still a problem. The way Touya was abused is no less valid or scarring to himself as a person as what Shoto has been through was. Touya and Enji clearly had a deep bond as father and son. Hell, the fact that Enji is sobbing and saying he “can’t fight his own son” in regards to Touya, but clearly had less issue training Shoto until he got ill or passed out says a lot.

Touya was put on an incredibly high pedestal by Enji’s constant praise and attention. He was the apple of his father’s eye until the limitations of his Quirk were discovered. Enji had filled his head with promises and goals for what his future would be, essentially selling him what turned out to be a lie. We see Rei herself tell Enji that Touya “knows you expect something out of the kids.” Touya’s whole life up until that point was being told of all the great he would someday accomplish, and equating that to being deserving of his Father’s love, attention and affection.

And then he couldn’t live up to that expectation. And then his parents had two more kids following that revelation. The idea that Touya doesn’t realize that Natsuo and Shoto were meant to be his replacements - unbroken models that “deserved” Enji’s love - is clearly not missed by him. It’s evident in the way he looks at Natsuo after he’s born. He sees this as a sign that he is no longer deserving - no longer worthy - of love or support from the parent he absolutely adores.

We see this mostly from Enji and Rei’s perspectives, so we know the reasons they did it, but it’s clear they didn’t stop to think about the way this would be interpreted by Touya himself. This whole matter is only worsened by the fact that Enji refuses to make sacrifices for the sake of his oldest son. He pushes Touya to live a life outside of Pro Heroics while Enji himself refuses to do the same, thus setting a positive example and showing solidarity with his son. He instead pushes him away and distances himself, loses himself in focusing on Natuso and, once his Quirk turns out to not be what he wants, Shoto. Touya continues to push himself despite his limits in a desperate bid for Enji to look at him the way he used to; with pride and love.

What caused the fire that “killed” Touya? His anguish over being neglected and abandoned - left unloved - by his father yet again. It’s clear that Touya’s mental health is in need of some real focus that he has never gotten - due to both his parents negligence as well as the fact that mental health is highly stigmatized in Japanese society - and pairing that with the emotional and mental abuse he suffered at Enji’s hands broke him.

So many people are claiming Horikoshi is trying to make Enji “more redeemable”, but how do you get that? Enji abused Rei, his own wife, physically and emotionally and mentally until she had a psychotic breakdown, hurt their youngest child, and then robbed her the right to mother her children further by having her locked up in a psych ward for the next decade or so; built their oldest son, Touya, up only to then emotionally and mentally abuse him to the point he damn near killed himself in a frantic bid to garner Enji’s support only to return years later completely unhinged and looking to murder his entire family out of spite; neglected Fuyumi and Natsuo to the care of each other and hired help; alienated Shoto, his youngest son, from his siblings for his entire formative years, physically and mentally and emotionally abused him, groomed him to accomplish a task he never wanted, put him through such extensive physical training that Shoto would get sick or pass out.

Enji was a shitty father. He has a long ass road to continue walking if he ever wants redemption. The fact he didn't physically hit Touya doesn’t mean that Enji didn’t abuse his son and it doesn’t make Touya any less of a victim.

* End TodoFam Rant*

On a slightly lighter note, I also like all the information with Hawks’ past and all the parallels we’re seeing develop!

I’ve rambled briefly about this in other places the Huwumi discord but I want to expound upon this a bit more here.

I feel like Touya/ Dabi and Keigo/ Hawks are meant to be parallels to one another.

Back to back, we had proper name claims by these two characters. We had Dabi reveal his true identity as Todoroki Touya and then we have Hawks choosing to abandon his hero name to instead step up to fight as Takami Keigo.

I feel like “Dabi” was always a mask, of sorts. Dabi is typically pretty calm, cool, composed with the occasional bites of snark and cruelty. Meanwhile, we see Touya emoting and moving in a manner more akin to himself as a child, dancing about in manic delight over revealing his true identity and intentions. The pair of them are two drastically different people when you stop and look at it. “Dabi” was the mask he wore to gain ground to enact his revenge, and now that he is there? Now Touya can burn everything tethered to it down to ground.

Meanwhile, we have "Hawks” as he was forced to become as per the Hero Public Safety Commission. We had it revealed quite a while back that Hawks was a man of many faces, jumping from laid-back and chill to serious and focused quite frequently. “Hawks” is the presentation for the public and the Commission, groomed to be the perfect little canary in the mine that was Pro Heroics. The reveal of his true heritage, however, is not the killing blow Touya wanted it to be. Instead, it allows Keigo, the one who wanted to be a Hero to help people, the chance to truly dedicate himself to that. In being freed from the cage of “Hawks”, he is given the change to really soar as Keigo.

Now, I feel that “Dabi” and “Hawks” are most certainly parts of Touya and Keigo as well, respectively. Even though those titles were masks, they were masks made from parts of the men who wear them. I think what we’ll see going forward is the true elements of those masks bleeding back into the whole, and seeing the truest forms of each character.

For better or for worse.

#crumbles grumbles #half baked headcanons #Wow I haven't busted that tag out in fuckin forever #Might have to do more headcanon posts about BNHA #If any of yall wanna read me ramble about that stuff?#BNHA Spoilers

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todoshotoki · 4 years

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: todoroki shoto x reader

𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: mentions of eating disorder

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: where todoroki falls ill because of slipping into old habits.

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 1.6K

an empty stomach.

he could vividly remember when his father would yell at him. his voice booming throughout the house as he complained about how much time he had wasted on shoto.

look here world! my son’s a failure!

he told him that he shouldn’t waste his quirk and fall victim to weakness as if it wasn’t enji’s fault that shoto had grown up so reserved after his mother was sent away.

the only thing that shoto could control was his food intake.

seeing his father get upset that he wouldn’t eat and struggle was another type of pleasure. he would purposely make himself sick and watch his old man burst a blood vessel over it.

everything was set out in life for him. he should be grateful, many people would love to be on the road to success. but when you were told over and over that your thoughts weren’t yours and you did know what was best for you, it really messed with your sense of identity and control of over your actions.

when shoto had been eating poorly, it started to worry you.

you all were laughing and eating together except for the quiet ones per usual but something seemed incredibly off with your boyfriend. he hadn’t touched his food at all. you reached for his hand subtly and took it into yours. he was colder than usual. you rubbed his hand with your thumb as if to say, i’m here for you.

he would usually say something to someone. he had peaked his head out of his shell nowadays and was more open to speaking about his problems to either you or midoriya but he wouldn’t even say anything to izuku either.

you just prayed it wasn’t his home life again.

the next day when you were doing quirk endurance was when everything spun off track.

“todoroki-kun, are you okay?” you hear from behind you. turning your head to see yaoyorozu kneeling next to a crouched todoroki. he was out of breath, taking in every breath as if he slipped up for one second he would die. it was very clear that his body was shaking relentlessly as he struggled to get back on his feet.

you deactivated your quirk and joined the two to check up on your boyfriend. “what’s wrong?” you ask momo sweeping todoroki’s hair up to check his temperature.

“i don’t know everything seemed fine, he was on his feet one moment and he was down the next.” her lips trembled a bit as she looked at his sickened state.

“sho, you’re burning up,” you removed your ungloved hand on his forehead. “it’s no use it won’t work,” he breathily huffed, his head swaying as if he was so drowsy that he couldn’t even keep his head up straight.

“what won’t work?” you ask him again and this time he doesn’t respond. a ghost of whisper passes his lips as he can’t choke the words out. “hey, lay him down, (l/n). i’ll get mr. aizawa!” yaoyorozu gets up as you lower his head down onto the rock. you felt incredibly bad as your quirk could do nothing to help him.

“my fire...” he shakily let out, “it’s not working,”

that’s when it finally hit you. he was exhausted because he hasn’t been eating properly so he can’t even regulate the temperature in his body to make it comfortable for him. his fire quirk won’t activate because his body is too busy using the heat to keep him from completely freezing over.

“did you ate breakfast today? blink once, no, blink twice, yes.” you say, waving your hands over his eyes to keep him focused on something. he blinked once which worried you. “you’re not supposed to be skipping any meals, sho...,” your lips curling in a slight frown.

“-he just collapsed. i don’t know what’s come over him.” you heard the urgent pairs of footsteps behind you. “he hasn’t been eating,” you told mr. aizawa. he nodded and your throat grew dry as you turned back to shoto who had slipped out of consciousness. “shoto? shoto!” you call out to him.

“(l/n), go back to training. i’m bringing todoroki to the infirmary.” mr. aizawa said, scooping up shoto in his arms.

“what? wait, please, let me-”

he was already gone before you could finish your sentence.

anxiety ate at you as you finished your endurance training. your quirk worked like kirishima’s but it only applied to your hair in a sharpening rather than hardening ability. you could control your hair like the nerves in your fingers so you kept it long.

this was more than convenient in multitasking but in the more mundane tasks not so much. it took a bit more concentration to tense up your body to activate your quirk so with the additional constant wandering you found yourself failing at the task at hand.

“he’ll be okay, (y/n),” ochako says, putting her hand on your shoulder as she passes by, “todoroki is strong,” you nod in response and continue to put your all into your training. if something had happened, mr. aizawa would definitely tell you, right?

...

shoto sat in the infirmary. a troubled frown donned on his lips as he uneasily glanced at the IV in his arm. he already had attempted to rip it out but recovery girl had her eyes on him as well as hound dog who already suspected what todoroki had been struggling with. he had asked shoto some questions already but he promptly refused to answer them. even if he wanted to, the words wouldn’t come out without tears and he couldn’t bend his pride far enough to go through the embarrassment of being vulnerable.

oh, how he wished you were here right now.

“i want to see (y/n),” todoroki croaked as his throat was still dry from the heavy breathing he had suffered through prior. “i’m afraid we can’t let you see her yet. i’m sorry, todoroki.” recovery girl says with a pitiful smile. “we might have to call endeavor in. we can’t just keep your current state private.” hound dog says.

shoto’s heart skipped a beat.

fuck.

“i don’t think that’ll be necessary. i can take care of myself.” he barked back. “well, you’re blood pressure is incredibly low and your heart rate even more so. if it got any worse, we might have to send you to the hospital.”

it couldn’t be that serious. could it? a meal a day and a few snacks in between wasn’t bad for him. it’s only been a little over a week. men in the military could last longer. the fact that he was in the infirmary for such small conditions is proof that he wasn’t in control of his wellbeing enough. he should’ve done better.

he should’ve-

“sho!” you abruptly opened the door with such urgency in your eyes that made him almost shrivel up in his seat. “thank god, you’re okay,” you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him on the nose. the slight pda making shoto’s heart race.

you then turn to hound dog and recovery girl (who was slightly enjoying the affectionate moment between the two). it seems like you didn’t see that the two were staring right at the two of you because you bowed in apologies almost immediately. “ah, that was so rude of me. i apologize.”

“no, no, don’t worry, you’re fine.” recovery girl smiles, “his blood pressure was rather low and he’s seemed to shred a few pounds. he won’t answer any of hound dogs questions. is it okay if y/n answers some questions for us, todoroki?”

he thought about it for a moment.

he was torn between giving in and avoiding having to see his father or selfishly wanting to be sick. it had only been a week and he clung onto these habits. it wasn’t new to him in the slightest. when he was younger, to rebel against his father, he would refuse to eat to take away his pride. if he was too weak, he wouldn’t have to go through all of the harsh training he endured.

this time it was different but maybe one leap of faith...

“sure,” he responds shakily gripping onto the hero costume that he had been left in.

“wait-” you interrupt the beginning of hound dog’s screening, “could i try talking to him alone first? i don’t to step over boundaries.”

the two heroes share a look before permitting you to speak to shoto alone.

he didn’t want to say anything at first. you sat on the side of the bed combing your fingers through his hair, trying to coerce him into saying something.

“i don’t want to see my dad... not like this.”

“is it still happening? when you visited your sister at the house... did anything happen?” you ask, tracing your thumb over his scar. he only nodded, biting his lip. “this isn’t the first time. i don’t know i just broke and i feel... lost?”

he cleared his throat before continuing, “all of this feels so selfish. you do so much for me and it must be hard for you to just watch me unravel all of your progress-”

“hey, hey...,” you whisper, shaking your head, “you didn’t unravel anything. you slipped up yes but the fact that you recognized it was enough. you growing and what you went through wasn’t your fault. it was never your fault, alright?”

he nods, “i love you,”

“i love you too, sho,”

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dinolikes · 4 years

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IMPOSTER- PART TWO

summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

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you sobbed into dabi's chest as hawks and ingeniumu covered thirteens body with a sheet, everyone looking over, some with tears, and some with just a blank look, like they were still processing it.

it was silent for a long time before ingeniumu cleared his throat and looked up, everyone seeing the ghost of tears in his eyes, "we have to call h-headquarters," his voice cracked but he stood tall, he would make a great captain one day, even with his pushover attitude.

you were crowded in the cafeteria, a computer resting on the table with headquarters on the line.

"im sorry to say this but you have an imposter."

you shook your head, you refused to believe it, how could these people, your FRIENDS, who you've lived with for a year, how could they be imposters?

though you shouldnt be surprised, the league has been gaining members, rarely any ship didnt have at least ONE imposter, some even having as much as three, you just thought you guys were the exception.

"twice, hawks, you searched thirteens body correct?" a voice came through the screen.

"yes sir," hawks quietly muttered.

"was everything in place?"

"he didnt have the vent key."

the vent key, really easy to pass through, was originally made for people to quickly go from room to rooms, but after the rise of imposters who started using it to sneak up on people, only one person was allowed to use it per day.

the voice cursed, "very well." a sigh could be heard, "well you know the drill," you did, you just didnt like it, "if you suspect someone, send them out and let them die," you gulped.

you didnt know if you could do that, even knowing that someone here murdered thirteen, you learned to care for each of them, even weirdo itchy snatch tomura. you didnt know if you could just send them into space to suffocate. even the thought made you sick.

"until then, we'll need you to finish your tasks fast, we'll have you home by the end of the day, which means the imposter will probably try to kill faster today. watch out." with that a beep was heard, signaling that you were disconnected.

a grim silence filled the room.

hawks finally spoke up, "which one of you assholes did it?"

dabi glared at the taller man, "fuck you dude, how do we know you didnt do it?"

hawks took a step closer, "bold accusations from someone who seems to hate everyone!"

"why would I kill one of the only people I actually like in this shithole?"

"because he had the vent key dumbass!"

"hey!" twice yelled.

hawks glowered at him, "oh yeah, how could we forget twice here? you found the body right? meaning you were the last one to see him? why DID you decide to check on him huh?"

"why would I come to you guys then?!"

"i dunno, to throw off suspicion maybe?"

you finally snapped "stop it!" everyone's heads shot towards you, "thirteen is dead," you choked out, "and I know thay we're all upset but we just have to finish today's tasks and then we're back home, okay?"

everyone stared, until deku started nodding, "y-yeah! just today's tasks left! then we'll go home and catch the imposter and we'll be fine!"

"what makes you so sure we'll catch him once we get home idiot?"

deku stared up confusingly at kaachan, "dont we have cameras?"

ingeniumu looked at his friend "obviously deku but whatre you getting at?"

"our cameras have memory sticks," shoto spoke up quietly, "when they're connected into one of headquarters machines, you can access all of what it caught,"

deku nodded rapidly, "exactly!"

your eyes lit up, "deku your a genius!" you grabbed his head and gave him a big smooch on the forehead, leaving him a red and stuttering mess.

dabi tsk'ed, "c'mere,' he grabbed you hand and pulled you towards him, wrapping you hands around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his jealous nature.

"fine. we finish our task but if another person is found dead we're booting someone off." with that, hawks stormed off.

you tried not to go too harsh on him, you knew hawks looked up to thirteen, and beneath that cocky demeanor, he really was soft.

knowing that though, you couldnt help but feel some fear and resentment.

fear because you didnt think you could kill off one of your own and resentment because you knew hawks would make you do exactly that.

"we should have a plan," ingeniumu speaks up, "4 groups of two who continue on and do their tasks, and I think twice should be on security, just incase the imposter attacks again," everyone nods.

"i'll go with wonder," dabi states, already grabbing your hand,

"dont you think you'll get distracted with...other things?" tomura smirks, dabi clenching your hand in his.

"fuck. off."

"oo feisty~"

dabi glares, "yknow you dont really seem to care much that thirteens dead!"

tomura's eyes flash a dangerous color and he leans forward.

"the FUCK did you just say?"

"you heard me you fucking incel,"

"stop!" ingeniumu yells, "tomura is right, you guys do get quite distracted, wonder is with hawks, dabi your with shoto. ill go with tomura and that leaves deku and kaachan, with twice on security. let's go!"

dabi grumbles but goes with his brother as you lightly kiss him on the cheek and go with hawks.

you cant help but think about how amazing that kid is gonna be when hes older as a captain of his own ship.

you and hawks head off, both of you checking your list and stopping by rooms, the other waiting as they finish their task and repeating, until hawks sighed.

"how are you dating that asshole?"

you laugh, "hes not too bad once he likes you,"

"and what? he just doesn't like me?"

"exactly."

"what if he didnt like thirteen?" your smile drops instantly.

"hawks..."

"I'm just saying!"

"well STOP saying! I know dabi and he wouldnt betray me like that, so whatever accusations you have against MY boyfriend, I dont wanna here it," you scowl as you check your notebook, and started heading forward, "c'mon. I have to do wires in electrical."

hawks stayed quiet through the walk, as you stormed forward, wanting to get as much away from him as possible without ACTUALLY losing him. if you were being honest you were scared of going off alone.

as you walked in electrical you instantly went towards the wires, not noticing hawks standing in the doorway,

"wonder?"

"yes hawks?" you snap.

"I just saw someone vent." you pause and turn around.

"where and who?!"

"I dont know! I just saw the vent close when we walked in here and since Thirteen had the key before he died, that means that only the imposter can vent!"

"fuck! why would they vent though?!"

hawks paused. "maybe they killed someone again."

tears filled your eyes as you started searching the dark room, almost tripping over something, you only briefly looked up but you choked back a sob.

it was a foot.

"hawks!"

he came running towards you from behind the wall and saw the foot, gulping as he turned on the flashlight.

there say ingeniumu, with his throat slashed.

you couldnt hold back the cry that left your throat as hawks pulled you in for a hug, mostly to hide his own tears.

"what's going on in here?" you heard dabi's voice and you lifted you head to see him and shoto.

he looked mad but when hawks gestured with his flashlight towards the body, the brief flash letting both of the boys see, dabi understood.

"c'mere baby," he grabbed you quickly and held you tight as you sobbed into his chest, dabi looked up at his brother, "shoto can you call a meeting?" he asked softly. you assumed shoto nodded because there were no other words spoken.

there you all sat again, in cafeteria.

you were sniffling as dabi played with your hair, you holding shoto close as he leaned into you, still in shock of seeing his friend's lifeless corpse like that.

deku stood tall and didnt bother to hide the tears streaming down his face and even kaachan was caught sniffling a bit.

twice sat quietly in the corner, with his elbows on his knees.

hawks though, was red in the face from anger. and the victim of his anger was none other than tomura.

"you were teamed up with him fuckface!"

tomura simply shrugged, "I got bored and wanted to check on twice, see if he was alive,"

"well he is! but your partner fucking isnt!" hawks jammed his finger against the other mans chest, "and I think YOURE the cause!"

tomura raised his eyebrows, "I was with twice, right twice?" he did a 180 to stare hard at twice who looked up slightly and slowly nodded. that seemed to please tomura though as he turned back around, "see?"

"that doesnt mean shit! you were supposed to be with him!"

"but I wasnt."

"but you WERE! that's why the kid is dead!"

"I say we vote." shoto's voice was muffled by your neck and dabi's chest, where he was currently crammed in, but it was still intelligible.

you raise your head and wipe a few stray tears, "I think that's smart sho,"

you all nod and murmur in agreement.

"fine then. let's vote." hawks glares at tomura one last time, "who says skip?"

tomura, twice and shoto raise their hands.

"i dont think theres enough evidence." shoto explains and you nod, quietly telling him that theres nothing wrong with his belief.

hawks has a slight triumph look on his face, "who says that tomura is a fucking psychopath who likes to murder children!"

"murder a child. thirteen is practically twice my age" tomura corrects, "and besides I didn't do it."

hawks rolls his eyes, "whatever, everyone just vote."

you, dabi, hawks, deku and kaachan raise your hand, making you guys the winner.

"perfect." hawks drags tomura over to the ejecting room, usually used for heavier garbage that didnt fit in the disposal.

as you all surrounding the glass wall that separated you and tomura you cried a bit more.

sure you hated this dude but you still KNEW him!

"anything left to say sicko?" hawks glared at the smiling tomura.

"maybe you arent as much of a bird brain as I thought hawks. good job, you win," he does a slight bow like this was a performance before hawks pulls the lever, tomura's body flying out before hawks closed it again.

"he admitted to it." deku stated simply.

"yeah."

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insomniaccreates · 3 years

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Frostbite Ch. 1

Read it on AO3 here

Chapter Word Count: 1.5k

Important Tags: Vigilante Fuyumi, Fuyumi Todoroki centric, References to past child abuse, Enji is not trying to be better in this fic, Endeavor’s terrible parenting, LOV plays a prominent role, Timeline Transcendent but mostly during the Paranormal Liberation War Arc, Hawks plays a prominent role, Natsuo plays a prominent role

Summary: Fuyumi wants nothing more than her family's safety. Its all she's ever wanted since she was a child, for her mom and brothers to be able to live freely and happily. There was a time, when she was very young, about 12 or 13 where she thought that somehow the whole family could find a way to live in peace. That they could all be a normal, happy family again, but after Touya's death she realized the truth. That could never happen. And she knew who was to blame. Ever since then she's been working and scheming to right the wrongs that have been done to her loved ones, and even helping others along the way. However, when walking the fine line of what is and isn't legal lands her in deep trouble she is faced with painful reminders of the past and must challenge her own morality.

Chapter 1: Capture

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a raspy voice taunted as a man with long, unkempt, pale blue hair and the driest skin Fuyumi had ever seen on a living person walked into the room.

“You must be Shigaraki,” she greeted in reply, a mockery of her usual polite tone painting her voice as she sneered at the notorious villain.

The man just humphed before looking down at the captive woman, “And what’s your name?”

Fuyumi leveled a cool, steady gaze at her captor, “I go by Frostbite,” her tone was level and calm, but left no room for debate, a tone very similar to the one she often used on her students.

“I don’t care about code names, I want to know your real name,” Shigiraki pouted. If the man didn’t have the ability to disintegrate her with a single touch it would have been amusing how much like her students he was.

So instead of laughing she instead raised an eyebrow and shot him an unimpressed glare, “Too bad, I’ll tell you my real name if and when it becomes relevant,” she knew it was risky taunting him while in arms reach, but she knew showing weakness was worse. Power-hungry maniacs tended to have more respect for those who refused to back down in her experience.

“I think it is relevant, I need to know who was trying to overthrow a faction of my army!” Shigaraki persisted, beginning to anxiously claw at his neck.

Fuyumi frowned, “Well, you’ve got the wrong person, anyhow, if that’s what you want,” she protested, “I wasn’t trying to overthrow anything. At least not anything to do with you or those Liberation nuts. I was just looking for something,” she explained calmly, if a little indignantly. Honestly, if they seriously grabbed her for a fucking misunderstanding she was going to scream.

“Really? Then why come so far out of your usual territory? Why go blatantly rampaging around asking about us and the drugs Overhaul developed? You weren’t really subtle, girl,” he hissed, shoving his prematurely wrinkled face in hers.

She resisted the urge to freeze him where he stood in frustration before responding in a calm, placating tone, “I am looking for the quirk-erasure drugs that Overhaul supposedly developed but that has nothing to do with you other than you being a lead to getting them. This is something I’ve been working on for years, long before the League of Villains was formed,” she explained.

“Oh? But those drugs are pretty new. The permanent version has only been around for a matter of months,” he grabbed her throat keeping one finger raised, threat clear even as his voice tapered off.

“I know, those are a new addition to my plan, but it doesn’t change that my target has nothing to do with you. I’m not even after a villain at all, I’m after a pro hero. So there’s no reason to get upset, right now we’re on the same side,” she clarified quickly, anxiety spiking from the rough, clammy hand wrapped around her throat.

Shigaraki paused, lifting his hand from her throat before smirking at her, “We’re on the same side? The Queen of Vigilantes is going villain? Now that’s interesting,” he chuckled and Fuyumi could feel her stomach churn violently, “You aren’t just saying that to save your head, are you?” His taunting tone only caused her stomach to sour further, but she resisted the urge to flinch. Any sign of fear would only be used against her and make her response seem less genuine.

“I never said I was going villain, but I’m also not just saying that to keep my head. I’m really after a pro-hero and right now we are on the same side. We have similar goals. You want to destroy hero society, right? Well, I don’t entirely disagree with that. It at least needs massive reform,” she took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before explaining, “Heroes are untouchable. Get a high enough ranking and you can get away with unspeakable cruelty no matter how well known that cruelty is… other heroes, the police, and the public will all rally behind the hero while his victims are silenced into submission… I just want to hold them responsible for their actions, starting with the biggest bastard of them all,” her voice trembled slightly in her anger so she took a steadying breath before continuing, “I guess you could say I align with Stain, even if I don’t agree with all of his judgment calls. Most of your members are followers of Stain, right?” She asked, meeting his crimson eyes.

He smirked, “I still don’t understand why Stain was such a big deal, but yes, most of my more trusted members at least were Stain fanboys… Are you looking to join us or something?” He asked, sizing her up.

“I’m looking for my freedom,” she shot back, struggling in the heavy chains strapping her down to the chair she was sat in for emphasis, before swallowing her pride and hesitantly adding, “and possibly some assistance. I really need those drugs, and judging by how defensive over them you are and the fact you guys attacked Overhaul immediately after his arrest, my lead on you was right. I just need one dose, you can keep the rest,” she tried to read the crimson glare giving her a calculating look but couldn’t decipher his thought process.

After a few moments that felt like hours, he finally spoke, “I’ll think about it. I’ll be back to talk it out further…” started to walk towards the door, before turning back to the captured vigilante, “I’ll make sure none of the Liberation freaks bother you so try to spend this alone time thinking about how you’d be willing to pay for that bullet,” his tone was taunting and menacing but he was honestly the least of Fuyumi’s worries.

She had no qualms spending her father’s vast fortune on his own downfall, she planned on destroying him anyway so money wasn’t really an issue. No, she was much more concerned with being stuck here for who knows how long. Not only was it going to be problematic if she didn’t show up at home before morning or, god-forbid, miss work, her costume included contacts to make her grey eyes appear blue (a pale, frosty shade much lighter than her family’s usual turquoise) and make her usual glasses unnecessary, so if she fell asleep or if it took to long for her to get out of here she was risking permanent injury without them laying another hand on her. She’d just have to try and stay awake, she supposed not much she could do about it with her hands encased in a metal cage. Still, being left alone in a dark room for an undisclosed amount of time was something that made her skin crawl, too many unpleasant childhood memories reflected this scenario just a little too closely. At least it didn’t automatically set off panic attacks anymore. Clearly therapy had been doing something. If only she could get Natsu and Shoto to go too.

Speaking of Natsuo, she was now very glad she had denied his request to tag along on her hunt for the quirk erasure drug. Ever since he’d found out about her life as a vigilante last year he had been trying to get more and more involved. She tried to keep him away from it, but now he’s known amongst the underground as Blizzard, her impulsive, short tempered sidekick. Not that she lets him join her on her patrols or missions often. His impulsive, hot-headed nature paired with his stubbornness made her extremely nervous for his well being. He had a tendency to run into unnecessary fights and where she was careful to disguise herself with a wig, contacts, and contour, Natsuo only opted for a ski mask, despite Fuyumi repeatedly explaining why that was a bad idea. She doubted he understood how high the stakes were, that they weren’t just risking death, but if their real identities were to be discovered or if they were to be arrested that they could lose their jobs, Natsuo could be kicked out of school and they’d both be thrown in jail, leaving Shoto to deal with their father alone again. They weren’t like most other vigilantes. They both had a lot to lose. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he got himself hurt or destroyed his life due to something she let him do. Something she introduced him to. She just prayed that she got out before he realized she was missing. She knew he’d probably try to look for her, he may even try to drag Shoto into it if he was worried enough, and that was the last thing that needed to happen.

Hopefully, though, she’d be able to put all of this behind her. Hopefully, once she was done with Endeavor their family could settle back down, no longer having to live in constant tension and fear. Hopefully, she’d soon be able to retire from being a vigilante and just enjoy being a teacher and spend time with her loved ones. She just had to get those drugs and get back home. That’s all. She could do that.

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linphd · 5 years

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shoto x flirty!reader | blushing

shoto todoroki x reader

female reader

Shoto has a crush on (Y/N), but he keeps getting shy because she's very flirty.

no warning

''Come on dude. You have a crush on her !'' Kaminari said. It was a boys' night in the common room, and they had decided to make Todoroki aware of his crush on one of their classmates, (Y/N). She was always flirting with him, and even if he didn't seem like the kind of boy who does it, Todoroki couldn't help but blush and feeling awkward whenever she was doing it.

At the beginning, he didn't have a crush on her, despise the girl already being opened about hers on him. But throughout time, he got more and more used to it, and eventually started to like her back. However, she didn't want to confess ! She was only teasing him to death, and the girls couldn't understand why she just couldn't ask the prettiest boy of the class out ! Of course he would agree ?!

''I mean... I caught fire several times because of the things she would say.'' The half and half boy replied to his friend. ''Oh, and when we all went to the beach ? Dude, I think you couldn't even focus on the beach volley !'' Kirishima added, not that Todoroki particularly wanted to be reminded that. ''Can we... not talk about it ?''

And the boys knew why ; they were sure going to tease him about it. ''She touched your arm... she said you were muscular...'' Sero started to half-sing, his friends laughing in the process. ''I don't know how you didn't pop a boner when she did, though. I know I would've. She caressed your abs.'' Kaminari commented, making Endeavor's son furrow his eyebrows.

''Don't say that.'' He said at the thought of it. ''Awn, don't be jealous.'' The blonde replied. ''But still, did you decide when you were going to confess to her yet ?'' Midoriya asked. However, Todoroki simply frowned. ''No. I don't want to be embarrassed. She's quite intimidating as well.'' He muttered that last part, but the others still heard it.

''Was there an occasion you could've asked her out, but you didn't ?'' Kirishima asked, really wanting to help his friend. ''Well, there was that time I let her ruffle my hair to mix the colors... I thought it was pretty intimate.'' Kaminari snorted at the comment ; but Todoroki was right. ''Don't laugh, nobody has ever touched his hair. He's right to say it was quite intimate.'' Tenya defended him.

''You should play her own game.'' Kirishima finally said. ''What do you mean ?'' The main addressee asked him. ''Oooh, clever ! Kirishima's right, Todoroki !'' Kaminari said, excited. ''Can somebody explain to me what's going on ?'' Endeavor's son asked, still confused. ''You should get flirty. You surely won't be able to push it as far as her, but you can still try it. She has a crush on you too, right ? It'll be enough to embarrass her !'' The red-hair boy explained.

''Wait... she has a crush on me ?'' Was all Todoroki asked. He really was oblivious. But the boys' plan was a good one. And after teaching him how to do it, he was finally ready when the week-end was over. Indeed, on Monday morning, the students were going to go to the USJ and do some rescue exercices.

''So, for the first exercice, you are going to partner up !'' All Might said, his usual excitement obvious in his voice. Slowly but surely, Todoroki walked to (Y/N). She turned to look at him, an eyebrow arched. ''You would've asked me to partner up, right ? You don't mind ?'' He asked. He sounded quite confident, which confused the girl a bit. Still, she snorted and agreed.

All Might was picking the pairs that were going to be the heroes, those that were going to be the victims, and those that were going to be the villains for the first turn. However, Todoroki was lost in his thoughts. He was very excited to play with (Y/N), actually.

He remembered that one time she helped herself standing up by grabbing his thigh, which had made him blush like he never had before. At the beach, she pushed his hair back, to look at his forehead.

She had thrown water at him, and she just really liked to touch his hair. She was quite close already. However, since he was taller and she was pushing his hair back, she got even closer and pushed her breast against his chest, and he couldn't believe he managed not to active his fire side accidentally.

''Sorry, I mixed the two sides of your hair ! But you don't mind, right ?'' She had given him puppy eyes and pouty lips. So of course, the only thing he managed to say was : ''I-I... Of course I... Of course n-n-not.'' She smiled when he stuttered. She adored messing with him. But Todoroki had trained enough to be able to contain himself and be the one messing with her this time.

''Shoto, did you hear ? We're on the hero team.'' He blinked a few times, blushing already at the mention of his name. ''Okay.'' He muttered, without stuttering. But oh boy, it was actually going to be difficult. He thought he was ready ! After scattering, it was time for the heroes to rescue the victims while fighting the villains they would cross.

Immediately, Todoroki grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and started to run to find some victims. They were getting more points if they were rescuing most people. He was surely blushing at his own action, but she was behind him and couldn't see his face. And (Y/N) ? Well, she was still confused with his behavior, but she was soon going to give up.

Later, as they were rescuing Tsuyu and Ochaco, Tokoyami and Jirou attacked them. Usually, Todoroki would've frozen them with his quirk. But today, he had a strategy. He protected (Y/N) with his ice, making her unable to move, and then he froze the enemies. ''Todoroki ! Still working on your plan, I see !'' Kirishima commented, as he was passing by -being on the hero team as well. The main addressee nodded, and walked to the girl.

''Shotoooo ! Not fair ! Free me !'' She said, pouting. He smiled at her cute expression, and unfroze her. However, he didn't use his quirk enough to make her feel warm again. ''Thanks, but now I'm cold.'' As soon as she said it, Todoroki cupped her cheeks with his left hand, locking eyes with her.

He was actually very close. And that's when she stopped remaining calm ; she started to blush, so bad. She wasn't even sure if her cheeks were warming up because of the boy's quirk or because of her blushing. Endeavor's son was blushing as well, but he brushed it off ; (Y/N) would surely think it was because of the use of both his quirks.

Once he was done warming her up, Todoroki ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back, some locks mixing ; he knew the girl absolutely adored that, and he was even enjoying that she was getting weaker at his actions, and that he was the flirty one for once. ''Are you feeling better, (Y/N) ?'' He asked, not stuttering at all ; actually, what was difficult this time was to restrain a laughter. ''Y-yeah, thanks.'' She replied. She stuttered. Todoroki loved that.

‘’Let’s go save the others, then.’’ That said, he turned to rescue Tsuyu and Ochaco, but of course, someone else had already rescued them, Todoroki and (Y/N) obviously busy with their flirt. ‘’Why did you do that ? We could handle one each easily and we wouldn’t have lost time to rescue them.’’ She didn’t sound mad at him ; she was genuinely confused. ‘‘Oh, thinking that I thought it was a great occasion for you to make me feel intimidated, again.’’

Her eyes widened at his words. ‘’You understood that I was flirting with you ?’’ She didn’t care about the exercices anymore. ‘’The boys made me understand it. They said I have a crush on you.’’ She snorted. ‘’Well, you surely have, since you keep blushing everytime.’’ (Y/N) giggled but Todoroki wasn’t done.

‘’And you kept blushing today. I guess I can ask you out now ?’’ The girl gasped at his confession. ‘’Wait, you really waited for me to blush to do that ?’’ He nodded, smiling in the process. She gasped and jumped to hug him, pinching his cheeks when she was done.

‘’My baby Shoto finally asking me out ! Of course you can !’’ She said, using a much higher voice, before gesturing him to follow her ; they still needed to rescue their classmates. But Todoroki knew she was still much better than him at the flirting game. No worries. He would learn.

Now I actually put a screenshot of the request even after I said that I wrote it, in case ppl can’t find their requests anymore!!!

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader

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petri808 · 5 years

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Izuku dated Shoto and they broke up on bad terms and he didn't date anyone for a year or two and then he met Katsuki and he fell in love with him and wanted to date him and he asked him out and they got together and he wanted to make peace with Shoto so he went and talked things out with him and told him about katsuki and then he left but Shoto isn't able to move on and now he is sad that he let izuku go

A Painful Reunion

It had been a year since Izuku Midoriya had broken up with his boyfriend Shouto Todoroki and he really didn’t think he’d be able to keep going this way. The breakup had been painful for both of them, ending with such a massive fight over such a stupid little thing. He could throw himself into his work all he wanted to avoid the sadness, but at the end of the day he returned to an empty apartment.

“You need to get out again, Midoriya,” his co-worker Tenya Iida counsels the stricken man. “How about the new guy, I saw you looking at him the other day; interested?”

Quickly, Izuku’s ear start to burn. Yes, he had in fact noticed their newest partner at the firm. A man named Katsuki Bakugou had just been brought in as a junior partner, and something about the man’s feisty personality intrigued him because it was so different from Shouto’s cooler disposition.

“I take that as a yes,” Iida chuckles, settling back in his desk chair as he watches the cherry expression bloom on Izuku’s face. “In that case, as senior partner I am putting you both to work on the T.A.Y. merger.” He pushes a folder across the desk. “It should give you plenty of opportunities to get to know each other better.”

“Are you serious! I-I’m gonna be so nervous working with him!”

“Just think of it as any other case you’ve worked on with others. He’s new so it’ll be good for someone with experience in our style to partner with him for his first major case.”

Izuku runs a hand down his face, “I’ll do my best boss.”

“You’ll thank me later.”

He takes the folder and walks it down the hall to Bakugou’s office, knocking before entering.

“Hey,” Izuku holds the folder up, “Iida gave us a merger to work on.”

“We?” The man leans forward in his chair, narrowing his eyes. “I thought they weren’t gonna give me any till I pass probation?”

Oh crap, Iida didn’t mention that! “I don’t know bout that, but that’s the instructions he gave me. Could be why he has me working with you.”

Katsuki motions towards the chair across from him. “Sit, you’re making me nervous just standing there.” Holding out his hand, “let me see the file.”

Midoriya does as he’s asked, handing over the folder. He sits there quietly, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap while Bakugou peruses the folder. But Bakugou wasn’t blind to the other man’s plights.

“Do I make ya nervous?” Bakugou asks without looking up from the paperwork.

“No,” Izuku sits up straighter in the chair, trying though failing to be nonchalant about it.

“Tch, right.” He places the folder on his desk. “Well, where do we begin?”

“I know one of the CEO’s, I could call to set up a meeting.”

“Not bad,” Bakugou nods, “connections in high places, you’re one to stay close to Midoriya.”

Izuku flushes, scratching the back of his head with a wide smile, “nah, I just happened to have met him at a function.”

For the next several days, Izuku and Katsuki work at the details of the merger. Their client, T.A.Y. Corp. was moving to purchase a competitor, but that company A.F.O Inc. was trying to renege on the deal, despite the fact it would save them from bankruptcy. This merger would net their firm a sizable closing fee, so, many eyes were watching the pair. Some thought they were an odd match up. Izuku known more for his softer, meticulous approaches, and Katsuki as a bold, plan-as-he-went kind of guy. Both had impressive resume’s despite the differences, but it really was like watching two opposites somehow attracting like a magnet. Maybe their styles complimented each other, brought a balance they could tag team off of, at least, that’s what their bosses hoped for.

Their best bet to push things along smoothly, was to find leverage, and that took research, something Izuku specialized in. Katsuki knew he wasn’t very strong in that area, so he just stayed back and watched, lending a hand wherever he could. Negotiation was more of his strong suit, and that’s where he’ll come into play. He had to admit that despite being a nervous and nerdy guy, Izuku was overly sweet which normally irritated Katsuki, but this man was endearing to him. Every morning the man would show up in his office with coffee and snacks for the both of them. It was even odd how Izuku had guessed his coffee preference. Black, no cream, just a couple of sugar packets. But when asked, Izuku just shrugged and said it was just a lucky guess.

It took a week to get everything together, and a meeting set up between the two companies at their firm’s conference room. Izuku and Katsuki planned out their strategy, which came down to a good cop, bad cop routine. Izuku would handle pushing the facts, and Bakugou would focus on ratcheting up the pressure. Their client was on-board with the plan because all they cared about was gaining A.F.O. and in reality, shutting down some of its questionable operations.

And it worked!

Izuku had been so worried that Katsuki’s pushy behavior might make things difficult, but in the end watching that man work was like a really good thriller movie that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of! He was probably the only one in the room actually starstruck, but that was it for him. Izuku was in love. The exhilaration was palpable by the flash of Katsuki’s eyes, his fiery prose demanding yet coolly calculated. Katsuki was clearly a lion stalking its prey when he worked, and even Izuku fell victim to his deadly reproach. He, they couldn’t take their eyes off the man, and when it was finally over, it was Katsuki standing over A.F.O.’s CEO as the delegate signed on the dotted line.

“You were really amazing to watch in action Bakugou,” a darkening tinge filtering onto Izuku’s cheeks. “I could never be so bold as you.”

“Yeah, well I ain’t as good with all that research and stuff, so you did well on your part too Midoriya.”

‘Is that a blush on Katsuki’s face?’ Izuku wondered as they stood there, awkwardly complimenting each other. They were the last ones in the conference room, their bosses having led the client and other parties out by that time. So, there was no other reason to evoke embarrassment out of the brash man. “I guess… we make a good team?” he asks hesitantly, sweeping his eyes to floor in order not to see Katsuki’s response or reaction if it wasn’t a favorable one.

“Right…. Team…” Katsuki rubs the back of his neck, “speaking of team… we-well, I mean…. oi look at me when I’m talking to you!” Izuku’s eyes, widened by the sudden scolding, snap back to Katsuki. “Tch, better. I was gonna ask you if, you’d like to maybe go, you know, out to dinner or something to celebrate the win… with me?”

If Izuku’s eyes were big earlier, at that moment, he was pretty sure they could see space now. He couldn’t fathom that this man, this polar opposite in so many ways, would ever be interested in going on a date with a nerd like him. I mean sure, they got along fine working on the merger, and it wasn’t for a lack of wanting on his end, but he never any inkling that Katsuki would be interested in more than just a working relationship.

“Well? You gonna answer me or just keep staring?”

Right! He needed an answer! “S-Sorry, yes, Yes! I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Katsuki looks at his watch, “Then I’ll meet you by your car at 6?”

“T-That’ll be fine with me.”

“Good, and don’t be late,” Katsuki pats Izuku on the shoulder and walks out of the room.

Izuku follows not long after, beelining it for his office. Once inside he shuts the door and braces against it. The rush of adrenaline still funneled through his system, and he needed to calm down. He was going on a date with Bakugou tonight! Was this all a dream? Izuku pinches his arm only to find himself still standing, clutching the completed merger files in his hands, with his back against the door. It’s been a long time since he’s had such a rush of romantic emotions, sending his heart soaring, and anxieties through the roof. He didn’t want to hold out too much hope lest his heart be broken a second time in a year, but it did feel good to be wanted again.

That evening at dinner, Izuku did his best to reign in his nerves, and enjoy their time together outside of work. Two men in business suits didn’t quite look very romantic but, there was definitely electricity in the air between them and when Katsuki suggested winding down with a stroll in the park across the street, Izuku jumped at the opportunity. The glass of wine to Katsuki’s whiskey giving him a rosy glow.

At first, it was just the two of them walking along the path in idle conversation until they hit a more secluded area, further from the prying eyes of the lit sidewalks and city street. Katsuki reaches over, taking hold of Izuku’s hand, intertwining their fingers. If not for the shadowed lighting, they would have been able to see the darkening patches on each other’s cheeks. But they could feel a spike in temperature, warming the cooling night air that surrounded them. Neither said a word as the continued along the pathway, simply allowing the excitement to build and tension melt away. It was a step towards a new beginning.

The next several months were a whirlwind.

At the firm, they maintained a professional level, becoming the seamless team envied by other partners, but heralded by their bosses as the perfect storm, able to utilize their differences to affect great results. They really were very different in so many ways, yet once they married those divergent styles and personalities, they truly were a sight to be seen in a conference room. Iida couldn’t be more pleased with himself for pushing them together in the first place.

Outside of work was another story. In the confines of privacy, the bolder Katsuki drew out the quieter Izuku, pulling him not only out of his shell, but showing the shy man that happiness may actually be achievable. After the first couple of months, they were at each other’s apartments on a daily basis, switching back and forth on a whim. They took turns doing things to cater to each other’s desires, maybe a quiet movie at home for Izuku, or even a game of laser tag for Katsuki. Whatever one wanted, the other tried to make it happen.

“I want you to move in with me Izuku,” Katsuki places his arm over the man’s shoulder, pulling his attention away from the television screen. “You mentioned your lease coming due in a month, so it makes sense to just come here instead.”

A whole year had gone by, barely noticed really by Izuku. He’d been so happy about this relationship, but to move in together was a big step. What if things went wrong? His worried lip and furrowed brows trigger a sneer from his boyfriend.

“What? You don’t wanna live with me or something?”

“Huh?” Izuku flushes, “no I do! It’s just, its what killed my last relationship and…” moistures starts to gather in his eyes, “I-I’m afraid.”

“Tch, what’ll really change? I mean half your clothes are here already. You know my habits probably better than I do cause you’re so damn organized.” Katsuki laughs, and leans over, letting his cheek rest against Izuku’s. “I know it’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Izuku breathes out. “I’ll put in my notice to the landlord,” he turns his face to Katsuki, peering up into the man’s crimson eyes. “And move in with you.”

“You sure?”

The flash in Katsuki’s eyes sends a shiver racing up Izuku’s spine. Was he? “Yes,” he nods adding a physical reminder of his determination.

“Good,” Katsuki kisses Izuku on the lips, then letting his trail over the man’s cheek. He whispers close to Izuku’s ear, “we should celebrate tonight, would you agree?” Katsuki places kisses along the nape, lingering at the junction of the shoulder, his canines dragging over the skin’s pulse.

Izuku could only nod and give in to his boyfriends demands…

If the bounce in his step didn’t relay to onlookers the cloud-nine feelings surging through Izuku’s heart, or maybe the ear to ear grin he sported at the idea that today was the day! He was officially moving in with Katsuki! Everything had been packed and moved already, but today was the final walk through, so he’d taken off to deal with it. Izuku pauses at the entrance of the apartment building and stares up at the imposing structure. He really likes it here. It was quiet, friendly, and close to work.

Well, Izuku glances at his watch, Katsuki should be home in a couple of hours, he should get dinner going, maybe even get a little more unpacked. He reaches for the handle of the double door, when another pair of hands grabs it first.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he looks over. He’d been so absorbed with his own thoughts he’d missed another tenant right behind him. But as soon as he sees the man, all the blood drains from his face. “Shouto?! What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t ask you the same question, I live here.”

Izuku cracks a half smile, hoping to break the tension, “I-I’ve moved in too, today is officially my first day.”

Shouto’s eyes widen, “by yourself?” Had his luck improved, that the man he was still in love with would end up moving into the same building as him? He’d moved into this building to get away from the memories that lingered in their old shared one, and every day he kicked himself for not trying to stop Izuku from walking out the door.

“No, no,” Izuku waves his hands excitedly, “I moved in with my boyfriend.”

“Oh.” The man deflates but catches himself quickly not wanting to show his despair. “Congratulations.” Shouto opens the door, gesturing towards it.

“Thanks,” Izuku blushes and walks through. “So, how have things been going with you?” He makes idle conversation on their way to the elevators. Shouto responds with short answers, the whole time doing his best to avoid eye contact. When the doors open on the 5th floor, Izuku steps out. “Well it was nice seeing you, take care!”

“Yeah, you too,” Shouto gives a half wave as the doors close.

As soon as he makes it into the apartment, Izuku braces himself against the front door. Of all the people to run into here, his ex, but you know what? It wasn’t so bad. All this time, he’d been so worried about how he would react to seeing Shouto again, but now he knew the answer. It didn’t bother him. No racing heart, no lingering emotions for his ex, nothing. Izuku smiles, things really were going to be okay.

But, one floor above, Shouto Todoroki felt like his world had completely shattered. Izuku looked so happy the moment he’d mentioned a boyfriend. It was obvious his ex-boyfriend had moved on and that thought just killed him. He drops onto the cold tile floor, with barely the strength to keep himself propped up. Tears well up and he grits his teeth against the stabbing pains, turning his heart into a broken vessel. Stupid! Stupid! He punches the floor. “I should have chased after him!” It was too late now.

A few hours later, Izuku hear the tell-tale sounds of his boyfriend’s keys in the door. He walks out of the kitchen where he’d been finishing a roast to greet the man. “Hey babe,” he smiles wide and kisses Katsuki on the lips. “welcome home…”

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What Are My Ships 2.0

So, a while ago I did a post on my then viewpoints and opinions of ships within the BnHA/MHA fandom, and needless to say my opinions have changed since then, so this is sort of an update to the last time I did a post of this nature. Like last time, I’ll be going from my OTPs to my Favorites, Likes, BrOTPs, and then my NOTPs. However, whereas before I was mostly talking about the ships I liked, I want to expand this one to give an honest opinion on all of the ships, or at least the popular ones. Also, if I say I don’t like your ship, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you or your fellow shippers. I just don’t like the idea of those two characters together. Frankly, I wouldn’t even really say I’m an “Anti” to any ships except anything involving an adult and an under-aged character, and anything involving Mineta because fuck Mineta.

OTPs

So before I get into this one, I want to clarify the meaning of OTP as I use it. When I say my OTP, it means one of two things: Either A) This is the only person I ship with this character, and I don’t care for them being with anyone else, or B) I do like them in other ships, but nowhere near the level of this particular ship. I usually ship in accordance to the canon of the work. I look for evidence in the text itself, and I build my appreciation for relationships based on the evidence provided. Though I’m just as capable of crack shipping as anyone else, I tend to prefer the ships with a lot of canon content. Furthermore, my OTPs are usually a pairing that as far as the text itself is concerned, they don’t really seem to have any other legitimate love interest. Bakugo for example only really has shipping fodder with Kirishima. Bakudeku is more of a rivalry, and Kacchako is really stretching for something that isn’t there. Bakugo shows absolutely no interest in the girls of his class, and Bakudeku is so abusive and toxic that it’s firmly off my radar. So, since Bakugo doesn’t really like anyone other than Kirishima, as far as I’m concerned, Bakugo only has one actual love interest. The same could be said for Kirishima. The only characters other than Bakugo he has canon reasons to be shipped with are Tetsutetsu and Ashido. However, Tetsutestsu is very clearly being shipped with Kendo, and although Ashido and Kirishima are old friends, Ashido isn’t around for Kirishima’s emotional growth moments. Kiri isn’t thinking about Ashido when he reassures himself of his worth. Kiri isn’t making excuses to be around Ashido. Kirishima has little to no romantic dynamics with Ashido, they’re just two kids who went to the same middle school. So, like with Bakugo, I don’t really consider Kirishima to have any other truly viable love interests. And sure, I was using my main OTP as an example, but I apply this same logic to most ships, except for crack ships.

KIRIBAKU//BAKUSHIMA

So I just explained why I don’t ship them with other characters. But bashing other ships is not an argument, it’s just hating on other pairings. So rather than just gushing about my feelings about Kiribaku, it’s better to explain why I ship them. Kirishima and Bakugo have equal and opposite character flaws. Kirishima is a friendly character that lacks self-confidence. Bakugo is an overly confident character that isn’t very friendly. The appeal of Kiribaku is that they both grow from this relationship, which is like writing 101 when writing a good romance. The couple need to both get something out of the relationship. Kirishima is friendly enough to get Bakugo to warm up and be more of a team player, but Kirishima also has enough of a backbone to call Bakugo out when he’s being an asshole. He’s able to appreciate Bakugo for the person that he is, but he won’t allow Bakugo to mistreat him. He forces Bakugo to recognize him as an equal, and Bakugo responds by addressing him by his name. Something which is very clearly a sign of respect, as he also does this on one occasion with Uraraka during the tournament arc. Kirishima’s friendliness and determination to be close to Bakugo earned Bakugo’s trust and respect, and he rewarded Kirishima’s determination by treating him way better than he treats anyone else. Kirishima on the other hand is a character who is deeply insecure. Dying his hair red, spiking it up the way that he does, modeling himself after heroes he idolizes, Kirishima’s character is clearly someone who doesn’t have a lot of confidence or self-esteem, thus why he models his behavior after others who he views as role models. Where Kirishima would doubt himself, Bakugo is self-assured enough to put Kirishima’s mind at ease. And speaking from experience, Bakugo’s method works. Like Kirishima, I too have struggled with insecurities, and Bakugo’s ‘fuck what everybody else thinks, do it cuz you like it’ methodology actually helped me get over my own worries and doubts. I actually was able to get over my fears of self-doubt because of the things Bakugo has said. And I’m a stronger person for it, just like Kirishima.

MIRITAMA

If you’ve been following my page for a while now, you may already know that I love me the relationship dynamic I tend to refer to as Sunshine and Stormcloud. That is to say, when a happy optimistic and friendly person dates a grumpy, sad, or otherwise “dark” character. Unlike Kiribaku, these two don’t really have to fight off other suitors. If either of them is shipped with Nejire, Mirio with Midoriya, or Tamaki with Kirishima, these ships are all small fries compared to this ship. So small that they really don’t pose any threat. These two have a great dynamic, and both motivate the other to succeed. This is also just a super cute healthy supportive couple. Mirio has never once said anything about Tamaki’s anxiety. He just accepts that it’s part of him, and I would not be surprised if Mirio has helped Tamaki through panic attacks in the past. This pairing is just so wholesome and cute, I love it.

HAWKSDEAVOR

Okay, yes. Endeavor is a total trash mammal abusive dickbutt. But guess what? So was Bakugo, and now he’s won 3 popularity polls in a row. I sort of view this ship as the adult version of Kiribaku. Especially since Horikoshi has drawn some not so subtle parallels between Endeavor and Bakugo. And the overall relationship dynamics are similar. An overly-confident and proud asshole learns to care about other people through meeting and befriending a happy-go-lucky and friendlier young man who earns his respect. Now, I’m sure there are people who don’t think Endeavor deserves redemption, but I for one have always been a supporter of the “Love redeems” trope when done right. And Hawksdeavor is doing it right. Because although Endeavor has a past of abuse and general assholery, that abuse was never targeted at Hawks. This is not an abuse victim falling in love with their abuser. It is a neutral third party helping to rehabilitate an abusive asshole into a hero deserving of the title. It’s also worth confessing that I have not been a victim of abuse, so I might have an easier time forgiving Endeavor and wanting him to grow and change than someone who has been hurt by a parent or anyone else in the way Endeavor abused Shoto. And I want to make it clear, I like the ship. That doesn’t mean Endeavor is anywhere near done repenting and groveling for Shoto’s forgiveness because child abuse is a serious issue, and Endeavor does need to work for his redemption. But, I am at least willing to humor his attempts and give him the benefit of the doubt to at least let him try and repair the damage that he’s caused his family, because he’s at least putting in the effort to be better, and that’s worth at least something to me.

INATODO

I like Tododeku. I do. But I love the weird ass dynamic between these two. Plus it’s an interesting yin-yang personality difference you don’t see a lot. The monotone emotionally distant partner and the constantly screaming overly passionate partner. It’s a bit goofy, but I like it. Their quirks can also fight against each other or work together for something much stronger, which I think is a great metaphor for a couple learning to work together and being stronger as a unit.

DAVE MIGHT Okay, full disclosure, I haven’t actually seen the BnHA movie. But it’s cute as hell, and I ship it. Sadly, I don’t have much to say, since I don’t know much about their dynamic, but anything that gives the story more gay is good in my eyes.

TETSUKENDO

Yes, I have straight ship. But in all seriousness, this one is only an honorable mention OTP, not because I ship it with much enthusiasm. It just doesn’t really have any other viable competition for either member, which qualifies it as an OTP.

FAVORITES

TODODEKU

I know full well that Deku probably won’t end up with Todoroki. Despite him and Uraraka having about as much chemistry as a soggy slice of pizza, it’s pretty clear that Izuchako is the canonically viable ship. Too bad they’re boring, bland, and completely unremarkable as far as romances go. They’re cookie-cutter standard, vanilla-flavored, and and just generic. A big part of that of course is Uraraka’s complete lack of defining character traits, more on that here. At least with Todoroki, there’s more going on in their relationship. They have a more interesting dynamic for starters. On top of that, Todoroki is a three dimensional person with a fully realized personality, wants, hopes, dreams, fears, flaws, and backstory. And Uraraka is... cute. And Nice. And... nice. To quote a show from my childhood, I could stand in a puddle of Uraraka and not get my feet wet, that’s how shallow her character is. Which means that Todoroki is not only more interesting, but due to being his own character, he offers contrasting or complimentary viewpoints, life experiences, ideologies, and character traits to clash or mix with Deku’s to create a more rich and interesting narrative. The girl doesn’t even have interests. When a character is so hollow that you can’t even name more than two character traits before you start having to use synonyms, you’re not exactly creating the next Prince Zuko. And sure, I was nicer to Izuchako in my first post, but I also hadn’t yet realized how completely shallow and flat Uraraka was as a character. So yeah, Tododeku is a major step up in my own opinion.

KAMISERO

I wasn’t always the biggest fan of this ship. When the show started, I didn’t really see it. Truth be told, I still don’t really see textual evidence to support this ship, but damn if it isn’t cute. I’ll be the first to admit this is a ship I started shipping because I saw shipping fanart and thought it looked cute. I like the best friends to boyfriends idea that comes with them, and I think they’re cute together. Plus their hero costumes totally go together.

KAMIJIRO

Yes, another straight ship. See I do have them every once in a while. I can’t really say much about this ship compared to last time. I think it’s cute. Kami makes Jiro laugh. They’re in a band together. And they both strike me as laid-back types. Like they could just hang and that’d be enough for them. Like there’s a reason Jiro’s considered an honorary Bakusquad member. She’s really chill and down-to-earth, which seems like a good fit for this sparky doofus.

SHINKAMI

A lot of fans refer to them as Erasermic 2.0 and I’d say sure, with the exception that Kaminari isn’t as annoying as Present Mic. For the most part, I like their dynamic. It’s cute, and I could see it building up to something interesting. Perhaps what’s more curious is the fact that ShinDeku basically fell off the face of hte earth once this ship came around. Because I see way fewer things of Shinso x Deku than I do Shinso x Kami, so something that popular is probably popular for a good reason.

LIKES

TODOMOMO

I’m honestly only including this cuz it’s a popular ship, and apparently probably where the canon ships are heading. Too bad I didn’t even realize they were being shipped together until I literally saw a promotional thing with them together that said that this was apparently one of the biggest ships in the fandom and I didn’t get the memo, cuz I had no idea these two were a thing in fanon or canon at all. At literally no point have I ever seen anything even resembling intimacy or even genuine affection between the two. They work well together, and they’re good teammates, but as a romantic pairing they came completely out of left field. If you ship them, well good for you, but I don’t really see why. Well at least it’s not abusive or toxic and it doesn’t involve Mineta so you do you.

MOMOJIRO

I won’t lie, as a gay man, lesbian ships tend to go right past my radar. The only times I’ve ever gotten really invested in shipping lesbian characters was when there was heavy canon backing to support the ships. But without canon support, I don’t really go looking for it. And frankly, I don’t see it with this or any lesbian pairing in this series. There’s no romantic spark as far as I can see. But I guess at least within fanon, I see this ship a lot and it’s fine. It works. Lesbians deserve representation too, so I get it. People look for themselves in media. I don’t judge on that front. I mean, a big part of my disinterest is that the girls are secondary characters. I think Hagakure gets two lines per arc. But for me personally, I’m just not really invested in the lesbian ships of this series. But of the lesbian pairings that are even a little bit viable, Momojiro i guess is at the top. MomoKendo is the only pairing I’ve come close to actually shipping, but it’s pretty clear who Kendo is going to end up with.

HATSUMIIDA

I like Hatsume. I think she’s a fun character. I wish they’d use her more because she actually has a personality. And it’s actually enjoyable to be around. But these two are basically just a couple because Iida has gone from Deku’s best friend to background student ever since the stain arc ended. Honestly, this ship is more of a comedic duo. the Comically Serious with the Comically Wacky. And it’s fine.

TSUKOYAMI

Bascially the same thing I said last time. They’re cute, they’re two smart cookies, and they work well together. They haven’t really done anything new together in a while, so it’s a pretty dormant ship right now.

ERASERMIC

The ship is fine, I just don’t particularly like it. It works, but it’s not really something I actively ship. Mostly I just don’t like Present Mic, I think he’s annoying and his tiny mustache is unattractive. I don’t really have a problem with this ship. I don’t particularly care for it either. It exists. I’m okay with its existence.

IZUCHAKO

Okay, I know I bashed this ship pretty hard in my discussion of Tododeku but that doens’t mean i hate it. It means I’m frustrated with it. It has the potential to be good, but it settles for bland mediocrity. There’s nothing here in this boy meets girl will they won’t they main boy must date main girl cishet ship that hasn’t been done to death by a thousand other shows. It’s boring. And yeah, most of that fault lies with Uraraka not being a real person. And before Izuchako shippers get all defensive, honestly answer me this: Name one of Uraraka’s hobbies. Tell me something about her. Give me any indication that she has any character trait other than sweet, nice, or friendly. Sure okay, she can get competitive, but she gets that way. As in, it’s not an inherent trait. It has to be turned on. And okay, she’s selfless enough to want an easier life for her parents. The problem with Uraraka is that she’s forced to remain this perfect porcelain figure. And a lot of my problems with this ship could be fixed by fixing my problems with Uraraka. Make her a real character. Give her a story arc. Give her interests and hobbies, superstitions, quirky behaviors. Anything. Just don’t treat her like a trophy to be handed to Deku when he saves the day. Believe me, I want this ship to be better. Because this is the flagship couple of the series. So they should be better written. But they aren’t and that’s upsetting.

BrOTPs

BAKUJIRO

Let me tell you, as a huge fan of this BrOTP, it was SO vindicating to see them working so well together during the drill against class 1-B. I genuinely believe that after Kirishima (and possibly now Kaminari) that Jiro probably has the best chance of being called Bakugo’s best friend, and I love that. These two feel like they’d just get along due to their punk/emo/goth vibe, and shared aloofness. I feel like Jiro is good enough at keeping her cool that she is one of the few characters who could just stonewall Bakugo’s angry yelling and just reply with a sarcastic quip about him throwing a tantrum without even looking up from her phone. They just seem like they’d get along once Bakugo starts to respect her more, and I look forward to that day.

NOTPs

My opinions on my NOTPS really haven’t changed, so I’m honestly just going to copy and past them. If you’ve read them before, then it’s unnecessary extra reading, and if you haven’t, then it can still look like a fresh opinion.

KACCHAKO

This ship straddles the line for me, as I do like this pairing, but only as a Friend!Ship. I like the idea of Bakugou sort of bringing Uraraka’s more competitive nature to the surface, and the two becoming sparring partners. It’s just the romantic angle I’m less keen on. The main contention I see for this pairing as a romantic couple is that Bakugou didn’t hold back against Uraraka during the Tournament Arc, but I personally prefer to look at it as a great parallel to the battle between Neji and Hinata Hyuga during the Chunin Exams in Naruto, an anime which was a major influence for Horikoshi. In both fights, a genius and prodigy who stood as an elite among the young recruits was set to fight the primary love interest who was significantly weaker than him. In both fights, both Neji and Bakugou completely refused to hold back and wiped the floor with their opponent. The main difference came in how the fights ended. When Neji moved in for the attack as Hinata was defeated, multiple supervising teachers had to restrain him from killing her while she was barely able to remain standing. Comparatively, the instant Bakugou noticed that Uraraka was collapsing in defeat, he stopped his attack. Heck, part of me even expected Bakugou to retrieve her tournament jacket and give it back to her, but I suppose that would have been a little out of character. My point with this story is that Bakugou had the mindset of a true feminist. He didn’t show mercy because she was at a lower skill level or because she was a girl. He fought her as if she was a legitimately threatening villain, and when the threat was neutralized, he no longer needed to keep fighting. I choose to read this as a recognition of her as a hero in training and even the building block upon which to build further respect between them. So, I can understand why people might ship this pairing, especially since Bakugou doesn’t really have anything even resembling shipping fodder with any other female character, as he doesn’t really tend to talk directly to the girls in his class. Still, for me, I think these two are much better off as friends who push each other to improve, but if this ship is your jam, I don’t see anything too problematic with it.

BAKUDEKU

This is probably the only ship I’d come close to calling myself an Anti for, but in truth, I don’t have a problem with people who ship these two, I just find it too problematic for me to really have any kind of favor for it. My problem with Bakudeku is that it’s mutually toxic. Midoriya shows very clear signs of abuse, whether it be verbal, physical, or mental, as he flinches at the sound of Bakugou’s voice, and immediately backtracks when talking to Kacchan in an attempt to stop him from getting angry enough to provoke an attack. However, Midoriya is just as bad for Bakugou, as it has been said numerous times that Bakugou’s pride is the direct result of endless praise and affirmation as a child from teachers and peers. Midoriya is a contributor to this problem, as even now, he continues to remark on how amazing Bakugou is, thus feeding his pride and inflating his ego. While it is possible for these two to grow past their rivalry and even enter something of a friendship, I don’t like the idea of such a toxic, abusive, and cruel dynamic taking any sort of romantic shape, as it would be damaging to both boys. Granted, some people enjoy darker pairings and others enjoy it for the idea of the redemption and reconciliation, but this pairing simply is not for me. If you do like this pairing, good for you. I am by no means trying to sway people’s opinions to resemble mine. I am by no means saying you can’t like this ship or that you shouldn’t, I’m just explaining why I do not.

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