"We never learn."
Ahahaha i'm back down the tumblr rabbit hole again READ: INDEFINITE HIATUS (pray that I come back soon💔)
Feels like i'm back in 2020/2021 -> PETITION TO BRING BACK COVID19/QUARANTINE-GRADE FANFICS
18+ but writes mostly SFW ^^
Fandoms I write for/have written about:
❤︎ Boku No Hero Academia
❤︎Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters I write for/have written about:
❤︎ Shouto Todoroki
❤︎ Izuku Midoriya
❤︎ Katsuki Bakugou
❤︎ Shouta Aizawa
❤︎ Prince Zuko
All of the requests I have received so far are all requests to write for Shouto! He is my main muse and the character I feel most comfortable writing for. However! Feel free to request for another character (whether on this list or not) and depending on how confident I am, I can try to write for them :))
IMPORTANT!! I feel MOST comfortable writing for female reader during this time. However! I do not discourage ANYONE from using their imagination while reading my works :) Some fics I try to keep gender-neutral, but just a note, most of my works use female pronouns + anatomy as well as more feminine traits/qualities.
𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼
**all works have short information/warnings at the bottom and may contain spoilers! please read/view at your own discretion <3
僕 のヒーロー アカデミア
❤︎ Shouto Todoroki ❤︎
Strawberry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!
When virgin Pro Hero Shouto turns 30, he gains the magical ability to read the minds of people that he touches. After finding out that his personal assistant has a fat crush on him, everything changes and Shouto finds himself lost in the stressful game called love.
(series, complete, no NSFW, fluff, aged up)
Seasons with Shouto
Every season you spend with Shouto is sweet, just like him <3
(blurb, fluff)
Shouto Does Not Cry Often
It's hard to make the no. 2 pro hero in Japan cry. However, your five-year-old daughter seems to have an easy time doing so.
(Todoroki family child spotlight: Hana, OC children, light angst + fluff/comfort, aged up)
Obsessed
When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can’t seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you’re quirkless and he’s a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that’s obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.
In short: You’ve become obsessed, you suppose. But that’s all right, you’re not the only one that’s obsessed.
(series, complete, no NSFW, loser boy lover boy Shouto, aged up)
Todoroki Family Diet: Buckwheat Noodle Shenanigans!
With five kids that all take after their father, there is one food in common that they all eat: cold soba.
(blurb, OC children, fluff, aged up)
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Tiny Dancer
When your most quiet and shy son Yuuri expresses his interest in ballet, the proud yet caring parent in you has your worries. Ever the best husband, Shouto alleviates your stress by helping with researchig the best options for your son.
(Todoroki family child spotlight: Yuuri (Yuu), OC children, light angst + fluff/comfort, aged up)
Shouto Todoroki proposes with a fucking house (Be careful what you wish for ♡)
After a sweet movie date at the cinema, Shouto asks you what you want if someone ever proposed to you. Jokingly, you say a house and even give a few reasons. Exactly year later, he drives you into a nice neighborhood after a nice dinner date...
(oneshot, fluff, aged up)
Belated Housewarming—Literally!
After your husband’s job as a hero deprives you of intimacy and loving, you decide to make his birthday unforgettable with a heartfelt surprise that reminds him just how much he’s missing. The most important part of your plan? That damned lacy, frilly, pink apron hanging in your closet.
(oneshot, MAJOR NSFW—MINORS DNI, smut, super light angst + fluff/comfort, aged up)
Boobs, Thighs, or Ass
He's an ass man. 100%.
(blurb, not NSFW in the reasons why he likes it, but I mean..., fluff)
Goodbyes ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙
Goodbyes are hard for everyone, especially for Shouto's youngest and his sweet wife. But he always comes back, even when his little princess is asleep.
(Todoroki family child spotlight: Hana Todoroki, finished, OC children, angst + fluff/comfort, aged up)
❤︎ Shouta Aizawa ❤︎
Miracle
Aizawa Shouta has never been one to believe in miracles. Not until three entered his life.
(oneshot, angst + fluff/comfort)
❤︎ Multi-Character Works ❤︎
Class 1A Big Three as Hallmark Christmas Movies!
(cringe/funny vibes, non-quirks/hero au)
SOUR
Young love that turned sour, how dare you break my heart. **Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's SOUR album, this series explores the aftermath of unraveled relationships between Class 1A's big three.**
(three-part series that can be read as stand-alone chapters, angst with no comfort)
Avatar: The Last Airbender
❤︎ Prince Zuko ❤︎
Please Please Please! ♡
Born with a blue flame, it is to your family’s dismay that your body cannot withstand the extreme heat. In order to save the family’s face, you’re put in an arranged marriage with the crown prince of the Fire Nation. Unfortunately, the crown prince and your fiancé doesn’t seem to happy with that…
(oneshot, arranged marriage, angst + no-comfort)
Pink Pony Club! ♡
The war is over and the world is at peace. However, newly crowned Fire Lord Zuko has someone he needs to apologize to, and he’s determined to win back your trust—if he can find you. Where is your blue flame, and where have you gone?
(pt. 2 of "Please Please Please! ♡, angst + open ending)
Thinking about a rocky relationship with Zuko feeling like SOS Deluxe: LANA—
SZA's SOS Deluxe: LANA album is so angsty Zuko coded :,)
(blurb, toxic relationship, mentions of NSFW activities but no explicit NSFW, heavy angst)
𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼
**basically little writings/drabbles for requests :) works that are NSFW are labelled!
Kaoru from "Obsessed" Connection to the (OC) Todoroki Family
Shouto Todoroki and Princess Treatment
dad!Shouto Thoughts
newdad!Shouto
Shouto and His PDA Preferences
Caught By An Angel** (NSFW IMPLIED!! MINORS DNI, Todoroki OC children)
i’m just throwing my idea out there so pls feel free to disregard it if it makes you uncomfy, but I was thinking, what abt Shouto and Reader being in an arranged marriage and once reader is finally comfortable in their relationship they have sex for the first time? and Shouto taking her to pound town hehe :3
pls don’t feel any pressure to write this! whatever makes you comfortable:) 💗💗💗💗
OMG HI ANON HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST 💞💞 This idea is so sweet for such a heartbreaking thing to go through, and I was so excited when I first saw the request!! I apologize for the late response, I ended up totally revising the first draft because I got an idea and ended up adding a whoooooooooooooooole lot more details that the first draft😅😅, BUT I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS I PROMISEE
Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x (female) reader
Warnings: arranged marriage, cursing, angst w/ a happy ending,✨smut✨ (oral - female receiving, tender body worship, pet names, p in v sex, missionary)
**I kinda wrote this generally in Shouto's POV, but there is a sprinkle of reader's POV too!
Shouto wasn’t sure how to feel about his “bride.”
As he slipped the ring onto her finger, Shouto looked at her. [Name], his age, pretty face, strong quirk, a good housewife. That’s what his father said when he first told him about the arrangement.
But in the moment? She looked ethreal. Though she didn’t smile, her gaze wasn’t angry or defiant. Instead, it was full of that mellow kind of sadness, like grey skies after heavy snowfall.
She reminded Shouto, painfully, of his mother. With her hushed grace, that restrained melancholy.
The night that she took her to her new home, he made his own vow to himself, for her.
‘I’ll never be like him. You’ll never cry the way she did. You’ll never feel like you were sold off to a monster.’
This was an arranged marriage, and everyone knew that. But that didn’t mean that it didn’t have to feel like one. And Shouto Himura Todoroki was going to do his damned best to give you the best life he could give you in this arrangement.
The house they shared was large and cold, perfect for a top pro hero and for a wife meant to raise future ones. But since the night of the ceremony, Shouto never forced her to share his room.
Instead, he led her down the hall, carrying her luggage like a gentleman, and pushed a door open. Beautiful, sunlit, private.
“For you,” he had said, “with your own bathroom, too.”
And she had said thank you, then asked, “May I change the curtains?”
“Of course.”
They didn’t speak much after that.
Their life started with silence, but Shouto was fine with that.
On the occasion that he came home early or got the week off, he’d do his best to eat with her—as long as she was comfortable with him. And [Name] didn’t seem to mind, she would just begin to eat in silence. Didn’t say "amen," didn’t say "ikadakimasu," just held her chopsticks and began to eat.
‘She never prays before meals.’
She believed in nothing.
But Shouto wasn’t going to judge her, no.
It’s not like he believed in any gods or deities either.
When he wasn’t too tired, Shouto would help her out with chores around the house. He tried to make it a habit to wash dishes on Sunday ([Name] shooed him out of the kitchen on weekdays), and bought her things she may need but did not ask for. Essentials such as a heater for her room or a new apron. [Name] accepted his kindness without question. Shouto definitely treated her well, even as a stranger who had just entered the young pro hero’s life so suddenly.
When they did talk, it was polite, gentle. Shouto was never one for small talk and [Name] cherished honesty.
He never touched her.
Not once, not ever.
Sure, they’ve bumped elbows or brushed fingers on occasion, but Shouto made sure to never reach for her hand, to kiss her without permission. No, he would rather die than violate her or make her uncomfortable.
Through all that yearning, he vowed to never touch her. Not until she was ready, not until she would reach for him first.
And Shouto was okay with that.
Spring came slowly like the sunrise. It had been nearly four months since the wedding, four months of quiet dinners, four months of “good morning” and “be safe” and “welcome home.”
But then, one night, Shouto took a step, and he’s glad he did.
It was just after 11pm when Shouto came out of the shower. He had gotten home late from patrol, yet he was surprised to see his wife still awake on the couch.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked gently. [Name] turned around to face him, a steaming mug of hot tea in her hand. “Yeah…” Gesturing to the kitchen, she held up the mug. “Would you like some? There’s still some hot water in the kettle.”
It was the first time she had offered him something other than a meal. Shaking his head, Shouto sat down at the respectable distance from her on the couch.
At first, the both of them were silent, the sound of the news on TV drowning the awkwardness out.
“I used to work at a flower shop.”
Shouto’s eyes shot up to [Name]’s face at this revelation. This was her first time initiating conversation, and she seemed to be opening up about a bit of her past. His face held gentle reassurance, all of his attention on her urging the woman to continue.
“I liked it,” she said, “I was never the best at arranging the flowers into bouquets, but I’d put my all into maintaining and growing the flowers.” Shouto watched her lips curve a little, into a genuine smile. “My favorite one was the baby’s breath flowers.” The pro hero swallowed. Hard. This was it, the first time she’s telling him about her life.
“Why… why’d you stop?”
At that, her gaze hardened, and Shouto wished that he’d never responded.
“My father thought it was unbecoming of me.”
‘Of course he did,’ Shouto thought. He had seen [Name]’s father at the ceremony, when she descended down the aisle. She refused to hold her father’s arm, and Shouto swore that he saw the man almost cry.
Maybe her father was regretting it now, but it was none of Shouto’s business. Though he wanted to tell her that he thinks her passion is beautiful, he bit his tongue and forced himself to say something else, something also genuine.
“You can use the backyard, you know.”
[Name]’s eyes left the tea in her mug and met his, gentle shock evident on her face.
“R-really?”
Shouto nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is your home too, you can plant them—baby’s breath, or anything else.”
She looked at him for a long time, as if unsure if Shouto really meant it.
[Name] got her answer the next evening when he came home with fancy soil and 20 packets of baby’s breath seeds.
And Shouto swore that she was an angel in disguise when she laughed about how 20 packets of her favorite flowers was too much.
The backyard bloomed in late spring, and soon, summer arrived. Things had begun to change for the better between Shouto and [Name]. Sometimes, Shouto would catch her humming a soft tune while doing laundry or tending to her plants. She’d smile more at him, even leave her bedroom door cracked open more often.
And Shouto started coming home earlier. Not always, but as much as he could. Enough for [Name] to wait for him to share meals together, enough for them to have pleasant conversations at the dining table.
And one day, he came home and entered his room when he saw a vase of baby’s breath and rindou flowers on his desk. He didn’t need to know who it was from.
And when she came into the kitchen the next morning, [Name] smiled and said,
“Good morning, Shouto.”
It’s around 9pm when Shouto hears a knock on his bedroom door.
He’s just come out of the shower, wearing a simple t-shirt and black sweats, and he hears another one. Knock knock.
Opening the door, he’s surprised to see her, standing in front of him, so prettily in her pajama dress. [Name]’s heart is hammering in her chest, mind racing with the phrase she’s recited in her head a thousand times.
“I-I’m ready.”
At first, Shouto thinks he’s dreaming. But the gentle tug at his fingers snaps his out of his trance. Holy fuck, [Name]’s ready for what he thinks she’s ready for. He’s quiet for a beat too long, so [Name] is worried that she’s said the wrong thing and she lets go of his fingers.
But Shouto takes them back in his hands.
“I’m ready,” she repeats softly, “not because I have to, but because I want to. I…”
.
.
“I love you, Shouto.”
His breath catches—barely, but enough for her to notice. “Y-you… you do?” [Name] nods, eyes burning quietly with determination. “I know that it’s expected of us, but I want you to know that I do want this with you.”
And then, she kissed him. And Shouto kissed her back. He kissed her back with all of the passion, love, and yearning pent up inside of him. Lips not greedy, lips reverent. Hers, thankful. His hands gently guide her to his bed, mouths still on each other’s. Until finally, Shouto pulled back and gave her one last chance to leave.
[Name] stayed.
Clothes came off one layer at a time, no pushing or pulling, but a gentle softness like snowfall. He cupped her face as he kissed her, cupped her breasts and worshipped them as if she were a goddess—no, [Name] was a goddess in Shouto’s eyes. He swallowed up every perfect moan from her perfect lips as his thumbs toyed with her perfect breasts. So perfect, all for him.
“Tell me if anything’s wrong,” he whispered, gently laying her on the bed. Both of them were naked, breathless, trembling.
[Name] shook her head, “No, everything’s right.”
Carefully, he moved down her body, pressing worshipful kisses everywhere. Her shoulder, her collarbone, the valley of her breasts, above her navel, her abdomen, until he finally reached that spot.
Shouto felt her tense up slightly as his hot breath fanned against her thigh, and so he rubbed soothing circles against her soft flesh.
“Talk to me, dove, is this okay?” He watches her nod again, cheeks flushed, before he finally reaches her womanhood.
Hands spreading her thigh together, he suddenly puts them together as if about to say a pray and utters:
“Itadakimasu.”
Shouto lowers his mouth onto her heat and laps, laps at her like a starved man in a desert, finally receiving a drink of water. [Name] gasps aloud, fingers flying from the sheets to Shouto’s hair. “Ngh—ah!” She’s all slick heat and sweetness, and the bi-toned man thinks she tastes divine.
“Shouto—” her breathy whine makes Shouto moan against her pussy, nose bumping against her clit as his tongue continues its relentless pace. “Hngh—w-wait-!!”
He doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and overstimulated, thigh’s shaking and quivering. When he pulls back, Shouto kisses her on the lips, soft and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, tip lining up at her entrance. He’s hot and leaking, trembling with excitement and nerves. “I want you,” [Name] whispers back, hands shyly pulling her husband down. Shouto’s forehead presses against hers tenderly, exhaling shakily, before finally pressing into her. She’s so tight, clamping down on his sex so hard he has to bite his tongue from the pleasure. “Shit—ah, y-you okay?” Gently, he reaches up to cup her cheek and make her face him. “Shh, shh, relax. I won’t move unless you tell me.”
[Name] takes almost five minutes of adjusting, breath going from shaky and frantic to a lax tempo. Finally, she swallows and looks up at Shouto.
“R-ready.” At that, Shouto pressed his forehead against hers and began to move gently. Every thrust was full of care and precision, as if he was afraid to scare her off or hurt her. He made deep, steady strokes, allowing his wife to feel every inch.
And as he thrust deeper, [Name] became louder. Shouto’s fat tip bumping her cervix now, their hips meeting each other at every thrust. “A-ah, hngh…” Fingers clawing at the sheets, cute moans slipping from her throat as a testament of the pleasure.
“You’re—haah—perfect,” Shouto breathed out heavily, not stopping the pace. [Name]’s response? Her walls squeezing him even tighter.
“S-Shouto—” her voice became airy, an unfamiliar feeling building up in her stomach. “Mm,” he groaned in response, moving his mouth down to kiss her neck. “S-say my name again sweetheart.”
“A-ah, Shouto, I—oh!—I love you…” His pace became faster, heart pounding as [Name] wrapped her legs around him (He swears he’s already prodding the entrance of her womb). With a loud cry, [Name] came, tight walls clamped down tightly around Shouto’s cock. He followed right after, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he spilled into her, a moan ripped from his throat muffled by her heavenly skin.
They stayed like that, wrapped tightly and never letting go.
So this is love.
BONUS: 6 months after the wedding
The phone rang one.
Then twice.
Before it could ring a third time, Shouto finally picked up. The ID read an ID he knew but had never texted or called.
[Mother in Law]
“Hello?” As he picked up, Shouto swore that he heard a breath of relief from the other side. “Ah, Shouto-san! Hello,” his mother in law greeted him.
“I was hoping to reach my daughter.”
At that, Shouto’s lips pressed firmly into a thin line. “I apologize, ma’am, but she’s currently napping.” A lie.
“Oh, it didn’t have to be right now, but it seems like she’s blocked me.” Her voice became thinner, a little breathy. “Both her father and I. We weren’t able to call since the wedding, not even able to send a message.”
Shouto didn’t respond.
“—And I understand that she’s probably adjusting,” the woman on the other side added quickly, “As her mother, I’d hoped that you could pass along a message. We just want to speak to her. Just a word.”
Instantly, his jaw clenched. Shouto knew why [Name] had blocked her parents. Parents were supposed to protect their child. Not sell her off. Not trade her autonomy for a cushy life with a stranger she didn’t know. Not auction off their own daughter’s womb for “a stronger generation of heroes.”
Letting out a quiet sigh, Shouto lifted the phone back up to his ear.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“I know she’s stubborn, but I just want her to know that her father and I—”
Shouto ended the call. He stood there in the dark hallway for a few minutes before heading into the kitchen to get tea to cure his headache. As he walked down the hall, he passed [Name]’s room.
But he never went inside.
He never told her about her mother’s request. Never mentioned even getting a call from his mother in law.
Shouto wasn’t going to force his wife to face the people who sold her away. He was going to protect that beautiful smile, that beautiful smell of baby’s breath freshly bloomed on the front porch.
No, he was going to protect her and all of the sunshine he brought into his life. And if protecting her peace meant not saying a word, then silence would suffice.
WeirdBF!Shouto’s such a cutie pie, I wanna kiss his pretty lips so bad.
WeirdBF!Shouto collecting lint from the dryer after you do your laundry. He makes them into little lint balls and claims that "it smells like you." He almost cries from happiness when you toss googly-eyes and a glue gun at him one afternoon.
WeirdBF!Shouto giving TED talks on Disney movie theories as if that’s his job instead of pro hero work. He’ll have you sit on the couch while he talks for almost an hour, his angel eyes shining with that boyish charm he gets when excited (Yes chat, I AM bringing this quarantine time headcanon back into 2025).
WeirdBF!Shouto not understanding the crazy, stupid brainrot in today’s internet. He unintentionally makes you choke on your water when asking for help with translation. ("Love, what does ‘sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler’ mean?")
WeirdBF!Shouto surprisingly claims the left side of the bed to himself after waking up to see you gorgeously spread out on the right side of the bed (he insists that it was beautiful, but you think you were drooling in your sleep). He is more than happy to cuddle with you and let you invade his space.
WeirdBF!Shouto loves taking a good, loooooong sniff at you. It’s not even subtly, he’ll just walk up to you, bury his nose in the spot between your shoulder and neck, and inhale. He claims that it grounds him.
WeirdBF!Shouto’s ears turning red when you mention how you’re missing your favorite pair of panties (you don’t know that he uses it to jerk off to sleep when you’re working late nights. Don’t worry, he washes them eventually).
"Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a Traitor"
Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader
Warnings: dickhead!Shouto, angst + hurt with no comfort, roundabout cheating (bc he didn't cheat in traditional ways but like he technically DID cheat), swearing, jealousy, implied blatant Todoroki x Yaomomo
SOUR masterlist
"Spotify, play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo."
#the hellish Todoroki family
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Brown guilty eyes and little white lies...
You saw it before it started.
You weren’t stupid. You saw the way his eyes lit up when she said good morning to him. The way his smile seemed a little brighter when she offered to tutor him in chemistry. How he looked almost relieved when you’d apologized for being too tired from training and strenuous homework to hang out with him.
Yeah, you weren’t stupid enough to not see the chemistry between them, but you kept your mouth shut so you could keep him.
She was always better at chemistry than you, but even you knew about Type II Errors.
Shouto Himura Todoroki. The clueless heartthrob of U.A. Hero Academy. It was after a long Saturday of classes and training that he pulled you aside afterschool.
“I’m sorry, but I think I need some space. I don’t think I’m ready.”
What a sorry excuse, because two weeks later, guess who he was laughing with. Vice rep Momo Yaoyaorozu. His seatmate, first choice sparring partner, perhaps his best friend, and now—
his everything.
“I promise, [Name], Yaoyaorozu-san’s just a dear friend to me.”
Can you look me in the eyes and say that to my face now? Liar, it sure as hell doesn’t look like it.
Everyone knew the moment they walked through the door. Jirou (her best friend) won’t say anything, but you know she knows (the guilt in her face says it all). Kaminari tries to act normal around you and crack extra jokes. Even Midoriya’s been extra tense, looks at you like fragile glass.
“Only you, my love.”
He said that once before. But empty promises pour down the drain as he invites her to sit next to him in the cafeteria, offering a bite of his cold soba. Hey, did you mention how you surprised him with a tray of the cold noodles once in his bed?
It’s a humiliating feeling, but big girls don’t cry. They swallow their tears and continue taking notes, ignoring pitiful stares and hiding the anxiety and anguish inside.
You thought he’d never feel sorry. Not until that Sunday morning. In the quest to quench your self-wallowing and pity, you decided to take a run around the housing grounds. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of such breath-taking flowers. Rindou flowers. Their rich, titanic blue, the kind of blue like the depths of an endless sea, swallowing you whole. Tiny rindou flowers, growing in the cracks of the concrete on this September morn.
Maybe you could be sad together.
And so, you walked back to the 1A dorms, a couple of the melancholy flowers in your hands.
Who do you come face to face with at the door?
Shouto fucking Todoroki.
And when he bumped into you, whatever higher being or god forced him to look you in the eyes. What did he see?
His mother’s sorrow, staring back at him.
Maybe it was the rindou flowers, maybe the potential red nose or swollen eyes on your face, but you didn’t know. What you did know was that all color drained from his face the moment he took a good look at you.
A wave from that endless sea, washing over him and staining his illegally pretty face with his guilt and shame. Sorry-ness well deserved.
Perhaps, if you paid more attention, you might have seen the signs. Did he look at her like she was the sun, even before the two of you became an item? Did he instinctively drift towards her every time there was a team exercise when you clearly didn’t yet have a partner? A million possibilities, but none of them matter now, not when she’s sleeping in the bed you once made with him.
In the end, you never confronted either of them. What good would that have done? Shouto technically never cheated. He never kissed her, never held her, never called her by her first name in that cute, boyish way that he called yours. Never did any of those things while he was dating you.
But those angel eyes told you all that you needed to know. He started loving her before he ever stopped loving you.
Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Our ending was brutal, I hope ur ok. Must be happier now that we stopped with the repetitive 1 step forward, 3 steps back. I thought I was enough for you, played me like your favorite crime. Jealousy, jealousy never looked good on me. Hey... I got my driver's license last week, just for you.
"Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a Traitor"
Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader
Warnings: dickhead!Shouto, angst + hurt with no comfort, roundabout cheating (bc he didn't cheat in traditional ways but like he technically DID cheat), swearing, jealousy, implied blatant Todoroki x Yaomomo
SOUR masterlist
"Spotify, play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo."
#the hellish Todoroki family
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Brown guilty eyes and little white lies...
You saw it before it started.
You weren’t stupid. You saw the way his eyes lit up when she said good morning to him. The way his smile seemed a little brighter when she offered to tutor him in chemistry. How he looked almost relieved when you’d apologized for being too tired from training and strenuous homework to hang out with him.
Yeah, you weren’t stupid enough to not see the chemistry between them, but you kept your mouth shut so you could keep him.
She was always better at chemistry than you, but even you knew about Type II Errors.
Shouto Himura Todoroki. The clueless heartthrob of U.A. Hero Academy. It was after a long Saturday of classes and training that he pulled you aside afterschool.
“I’m sorry, but I think I need some space. I don’t think I’m ready.”
What a sorry excuse, because two weeks later, guess who he was laughing with. Vice rep Momo Yaoyaorozu. His seatmate, first choice sparring partner, perhaps his best friend, and now—
his everything.
“I promise, [Name], Yaoyaorozu-san’s just a dear friend to me.”
Can you look me in the eyes and say that to my face now? Liar, it sure as hell doesn’t look like it.
Everyone knew the moment they walked through the door. Jirou (her best friend) won’t say anything, but you know she knows (the guilt in her face says it all). Kaminari tries to act normal around you and crack extra jokes. Even Midoriya’s been extra tense, looks at you like fragile glass.
“Only you, my love.”
He said that once before. But empty promises pour down the drain as he invites her to sit next to him in the cafeteria, offering a bite of his cold soba. Hey, did you mention how you surprised him with a tray of the cold noodles once in his bed?
It’s a humiliating feeling, but big girls don’t cry. They swallow their tears and continue taking notes, ignoring pitiful stares and hiding the anxiety and anguish inside.
You thought he’d never feel sorry. Not until that Sunday morning. In the quest to quench your self-wallowing and pity, you decided to take a run around the housing grounds. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of such breath-taking flowers. Rindou flowers. Their rich, titanic blue, the kind of blue like the depths of an endless sea, swallowing you whole. Tiny rindou flowers, growing in the cracks of the concrete on this September morn.
Maybe you could be sad together.
And so, you walked back to the 1A dorms, a couple of the melancholy flowers in your hands.
Who do you come face to face with at the door?
Shouto fucking Todoroki.
And when he bumped into you, whatever higher being or god forced him to look you in the eyes. What did he see?
His mother’s sorrow, staring back at him.
Maybe it was the rindou flowers, maybe the potential red nose or swollen eyes on your face, but you didn’t know. What you did know was that all color drained from his face the moment he took a good look at you.
A wave from that endless sea, washing over him and staining his illegally pretty face with his guilt and shame. Sorry-ness well deserved.
Perhaps, if you paid more attention, you might have seen the signs. Did he look at her like she was the sun, even before the two of you became an item? Did he instinctively drift towards her every time there was a team exercise when you clearly didn’t yet have a partner? A million possibilities, but none of them matter now, not when she’s sleeping in the bed you once made with him.
In the end, you never confronted either of them. What good would that have done? Shouto technically never cheated. He never kissed her, never held her, never called her by her first name in that cute, boyish way that he called yours. Never did any of those things while he was dating you.
But those angel eyes told you all that you needed to know. He started loving her before he ever stopped loving you.
Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.
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Our ending was brutal, I hope ur ok. Must be happier now that we stopped with the repetitive 1 step forward, 3 steps back. I thought I was enough for you, played me like your favorite crime. Jealousy, jealousy never looked good on me. Hey... I got my driver's license last week, just for you.
"Well Good 4 U I guess you moved on really easily"
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader
Warnings: asshole!Katsuki, angst + hurt with no comfort, mentions of blood, fighting, jealousy, nameless new girl
SOUR masterlist
"Spotify, play Good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo."
#rage, you damn nerd
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Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily.
He didn’t wait until you graduated. Hell, he didn’t even wait for the school year to end.
2 weeks.
It took him two weeks to find a new girl to wrap his arm around in the halls and feed during lunch. He was already pairing up with her in training sessions, already letting her patch him up without a fuss.
Now, you’re heating up instant ramen with the common room’s microwave, using the sound of radiation to drown out her laughter. He never made you laugh like that.
He never tried.
And boy is he thriving.
With his quirk performance and academics combined, he’s at least top five in class. He’s got better control over his explosions, heard that he’s even understanding the mathematics lesson so well that Kirishima’s asking him to tutor him.
He doesn’t yell at her when she calls him “Katsuki.” He doesn’t scoff at her when she offers to take him to his therapist—the therapist that you suggested he talk with. The therapist that he scoffed at you at for even suggesting such a thing.
Yeah, he’s doing better now, but you don’t get the prize.
Well good for him, he looks happy and healthy, doing great in every field, every challenge he’s put through.
But not you, you’re falling apart.
Sleep slips through your fingers, quirk control and focus slipping, time is slipping—everything just keeps slipping and slipping—to the point in which Aizawa drags you aside after a long day of training and asks “What’s wrong?”
And the worst part about it?
You lie.
You lie about not having lost your mind. It’s personal issues, I swear! Yeah right, liar. You’re acting just like him. It’s a cycle of spending hours crying on the floor of your bathroom, a picture of him asleep on your phone discarded a few feet away from you. It’s screaming into your pillow when your parents aren’t home, trying to expel the burning rage in your blood.
He barely spares a glance at you at school. His friends try to include you? He walks away, side chick tugging on his sleeve, acting like you and him never happened, like you don’t even exist.
When he first interacted with you at U.A., he had called you a crybaby.
You had failed a particularly harsh English pop quiz earlier that day, and the tears couldn’t stop flowing. Hiding in an empty staircase, he found you.
“Tch, crybaby.”
And what he did after? He sat next to you, silent, offering a shoulder to cry on.
When the two of you were still together, you thought he liked how sensitive and intuitive you were. Wearing your heart on your sleeve, the gentle angel of class 1A. Always giving, never taking.
"I'd give you the world if you asked, idiot."
"Katsuki, you are my world."
But maybe you were too emotional. However, his apathy? The worst of it all.
“I want to switch partners.”
One simple sentence muttered just before the beginning of a simple training exercise erupted into a bloody fist fight. Before you knew it, your fist collided square into your sparring partner's nose, blood beating like a drum. "What the hell!?!" Shouting and yelling, someone pulling your bloody knuckles away from his face, angry cursing and horrified screams filling the gym.
Now, you’re sitting on the bleachers, scowl on your pretty face, watching everyone else awkwardly train. To your right, Aizawa sits with a clearly disappointed and tired expression.
Bakugou? At Recovery Girl’s office with his new girl, having his broken nose tended to. Your fists clench, but there’s no fight left in you—just a bitter, hollow acknowledgment that he’s already gone.
It’s taken you way too long to realize the truth:
If he’s moved on? Good for him.
It’s you that gets the last laugh.
Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily.
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Our ending was brutal, I hope ur ok. Must be happier now that we stopped with the repetitive 1 step forward, 3 steps back. I thought I was enough for you, played me like your favorite crime. Jealousy, jealousy never looked good on me. Hey... I got my driver's license last week, just for you.
Young love that turned sour, how dare you break my heart.
**Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's SOUR album, this series explores the aftermath of unraveled relationships between Class 1A's big three.
General Tags/Warnings: individual pairings - Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, angst with no comfort, toxic relationships, themes of dishonesty and cheating, jealousy and envy
Status: incomplete
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Chapters
1. Well Good 4 U I guess you moved on really easily
2. Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a Traitor.
Last part coming soon...
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Our ending was brutal, I hope ur ok. Must be happier now that we stopped with the repetitive 1 step forward, 3 steps back. I thought I was enough for you, played me like your favorite crime. Jealousy, jealousy never looked good on me. Hey... I got my driver's license last week, just for you.
hii!! i just want to ask if you'll ever make a masterlist, or if there's an existing one so that I could navigate on your page better? I love ur writing sm and I dont wanna stop reading !! :p
Hey there anon!!
Unfortunately, I do not yet have a masterlist up yet. I have been meaning to do that since April, but with all that life's been hurling at me, unfortunately I surprisingly haven't had time.
I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!! I apologize for not having the masterlist up yet and for not posting a lot. I don't want to make excuses, but basically I've been working 9 to 7 and hardly have time even for myself ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´^｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Thankfully once my new job gets "settled" next week and the hours are fixed, I should have more time for myself and my blog!! I plan on making the masterlist AND the little surprise "something" the first things I do once I have the time ><
I thank you and all of my other readers for your patience. I REALLY do not wish to give up on this blog and my writing anytime soon because even though I'm a novice author, the love from you all really motivates me and brings me joy. I love writing works that you love!! So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much and I hope you have a great day/night anon <3
~FujoshiRat
Today marks one whole year since I grew the balls to create a tumblr blog for writing stories on the big wide internet, and I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. (´ ˘ ` ㅅ)
Every like, every repost, every comment brightens my day and gives me the motivation to write. Even though I was (and still am) a novice author and often went on hiatus, you believed in me.
2020 me would have never guessed that I would be here today, and it is through your love and support that truly keeps this blog alive. I wouldn't still be dreaming and loving extra special characters.
And as an extra special thank you, I've got a little something coming soon—something Sour (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ Stay tuned!
With all my love,
~fujoshirat
yall dont mind me CURRENTLY SOBBING OVER THE BNHA ULTRA ARTWORKS BC MY BABY BOY RODY IS A PILOT NOW AND PINO WITH THE LITTLE PILOT HAT OMGGGG 😭😭ANNA AND GIULIO ARE TOGETHER 😭😭HATSUME'S BODY IS TEA 😭😭CRYING BC SHOUTO'S FAMILY LOOK SO MUCH OLDER NOW WDYM NATSUO HAS A MUSTACHE AND STUBBLE AND REI'S GOT THAT GORG GRANDMOTHER SMILE 😭😭KAINA (LADY NAGANT) LOOKS SO HAPPY AND OMFG INASA???? ATE
brb screaming in my pillow rn
Heyy😇 i have a request (if you don’t want to do it it’s fine don’t respond) can you do like shoto x reader having fun and someone forgot to lock the door and one of their kids burst into the room
Thank you so much for the request! When I first read it, it made me laugh, so I hope you enjoy this too!! (>w</)
Warnings: A18+, cursing/curse words, sex, Shouto's a little shit
It was almost midnight. The house was quiet, the hallway dark, and the bedroom door lock... long forgotten.
You hadn’t meant to leave it unlocked. Honestly, you weren’t even thinking about it—not when Shouto had kissed you like that. Not when his hands had held you like that. Not when his voice had dropped low and reverent as he whispered, “You’re beautiful. I missed you so much.”
It had been over a year since the two of you had time for intimacy with each other. Between late-stage pregnancy, giving birth to little Hana, your husband's late night patrol, and the endless cycle of diapers, feeding, and sleep-deprived parenting—you and your husband hadn’t had a single moment to just be with each other like this.
You’d both been patient, gentle, focused on raising your kids and letting your body heal. Yes, all five of them. But now...
Each of the five sweethearts were asleep in their little beds, surely busy dreaming sweet dreams.
Meanwhile, you and your husband were making quick work of each other’s clothes.
“You sure?” Shouto asked softly, thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt. “We don’t have to rush anything.”
“I want you,” you whispered, cupping his cheek. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
His breath hitched like you’d knocked the air out of him.
That was how you ended up here—lips bruised, breath ragged, clothes tossed on the floor. The warmth of his skin pressed to yours for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. Every graze of his mouth was patient and worshipful, like he was rediscovering every part of you.
“God, it’s been too long since I’ve had you all to myself.”
“And now I get to remind this pussy who’s own it really is.”
It’s hot and steamy, skin slapping skin, hands twirling and gliding and dancing, exploring each other’s bodies once again when—
CREAK——
Shit.
Both you and your husband’s eyes widen, Shouto’s hands scrambling for the blanket to cover the two of you.
“Mama?” sniffle
A very cute and innocent angel opens the door to a not very cute and innocent scene. It’s Yuuri, the toddler clutching his blanket with one hand and rubbing his teary eyes with the other.
Crap! We forgot to lock the door!
Shouto’s cock still hard and fully sheathed in you, you offer your sweet child a shaky smile. “Yuu-kun, what’s wrong, lovebug?”
“B-bad dweam-and!” hic!
Without warning, Shouto rolls his hips into you. You bite back a moan and glare at your husband. I know what you’re doing, bastard, you mouth at him. Shouto simply responds with a shrug and a slight upturn curve of his lips.
You resist the urge to wiggle off his manhood and punt your husband across the room as you try to focus on the very distressed (and very oblivious) child still standing in the doorway.
“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at Yuuri, trying to sound as unaffected as possible despite literally being impaled by your cheeky husband. “Mama and Papa were just—um—getting ready for bed.”
Yuuri sniffles again, toddling over with his blanket dragging behind him like a sad little cape. He's closer now, dangerously close to the bed.
Shouto clears his throat and shifts again—on purpose. You nearly throw hands.
“Papa’s got you, little man,” Shouto says, baritone voice a little too breathy as he reaches out with one hand to ruffle Yuuri’s hair.
“NO!” you whisper-shout at him, eyes wide. “You’re not picking him up like this!”
Yuuri, climbing onto the bed like a sleepy little koala: “Yuu-kun sleep here?”
You want to scream. Or cry. Or both. Instead, you smile, teeth clenched, and whisper through your still-burning lungs, “Of course, baby.”
And that’s how you ended up with your child cuddled between you and your naked husband, who is still smugly hard, arms draped over both of you, whispering into your ear, “Round two when he falls asleep?”
You elbow him in the ribs. He deserved it.
TYSM anon for your support and I hope this was what you were looking for!! ( ´ ▽ ` )♡
Warnings: spoilers for BNHA (chapter 282), mentions of pregnancy, bleeding/pain/near-death (NO ONE'S DYING I PROMISE), slight!angst with a happy ending
Word Count: 1,294
A/N: Shouta deserves all of the love in his life ♡ (yay writing my first Aizawa fic!!) also, I apologize for being on hiatus for so long (,,>﹏<,,)
Aizawa Shouta has never been one to believe in miracles.
Not until one walked directly into him with a folder pressed against her chest. “Oof-!”
The moment he tilted his head down and her eyes looked up at his, his world shook violently.
She was the new English teacher, arriving a few years before Class 1-A would ever walk through the gates of U.A. At first, he thought of her as too bright. Like the sun at 11am. Too hot, too bright, too warm. She always volunteered to help with student events, always asked if anyone needed anything.
Aizawa thought she’d burn out in a semester.
But she didn’t.
[Name] stayed.
Her light didn’t dim, not even around him, the resident storm cloud. If anything, she smiled brighter when he passed by, nodded at him in the halls, or caught his eye during staff meetings with a little quirk of her lips.
She laughed gently, like wind chimes in the breeze. Listened better to the problems of their students than most therapists, and did he mention that the students adored her? Everyone loved her, the students, the staff, the parents. And somehow, impossibly… he came to love her too.
It started with grading together at the nearby café. Neutral territory with no workplace gossip. Just two professionals sitting in comfortable silence, sipping bitter coffee and a vanilla frappuccino with the sugar content equivalent to vanilla ice cream, while red pens marked essays and quizzes. Occasionally, she’d giggle at a student’s spelling error and lean in to show him. Sometimes, he’d mutter a sarcastic comment under his breath, and she’d smile like he told the best joke she’d heard all week.
They started dating quietly: no handholding at school, no whispered confessions between classes. It wasn’t their style, aways. Little things like late-night checking in texts, them walking together while running errands in the hallways, and [Name] slipping cough drops into his coat pocket before winter arrived were much preferred.
He didn’t know how she found her way into his life.
He only knew that she fit perfectly.
Three years later, in the spring before Class 1-A’s entrance, they got married. No fanfare. No announcement. Just a quiet ceremony (besides Hizashi), close friends and family, and a promise he never thought he’d make.
Now, he wears a thin silver band on his left ring finger and eats his wife’s bento boxes in the teacher’s lounge. No one ever asks about them.
Except for Present Mic (his unofficial best friend), who occasionally leans over and smirks, “Damn, Shouta, she made you kinpira gobo again? You’re spoiled.”
He never denies it.
[Name] still smiles when he gets home from his underground, late-night patrols. She still warms his cold nights with hot tea, optimistic words, and the kind of love he never thought he deserved.
And when she tells him one rainy night that she’s pregnant, he doesn’t say anything. Just pulls her in close, buries his face in her shoulder, and holds his supernova like a miracle.
Even though a miracle appeared to him, Aizawa Shouta didn’t fully believe in miracles.
Not until he was seconds from death and chose to live.
The pain was white-hot and his mind clawed to stay conscious as the quirk-destroying bullet threatened to destroy the one thing that everyone else relied on: his erasure quirk. It wasn't strategy. It wasn’t duty. It was a singular, pounding thought breaking through the agony:
I can’t leave her.
Not now. Not like this.
She was seven months pregnant.
Her body tired and blooming with life. Her hands constantly resting on her belly like it was something sacred. His child. Their child. A tiny heartbeat heard in the silence of their shared nights.
She needed him as much as he need her.
So Shouta fought through the pain—
and he cut his right leg off before the bullet could even do anything.
He fought until they said he was stable.
Until they wheeled him into a sterile hospital room.
Until she was there—falling to her knees beside his bed, his supernova gripping his hand so tightly it ached worse than the wound. But he didn't let go. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. And neither did she.
Her voice cracked as she leaned into him, her other hand trembling over her belly. “I was so scared, Shouta… I thought I’d lost you. I thought—” [Name]’s words broke with a sob. “You weren’t doing so good and! And the baby—she—she stopped moving for hours, I thought—”
He sat up slowly, weak but alive, and cradled her face in his rough hand.
“I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
And [Name]—the woman who never asked the world for anything, who always gave more than she had—pressed her forehead to his and whispered, “She’s not coming out until this world is safe. Do you hear me? She’s staying in until the war is over.” [Name]’s voice was firm, still gentle and honeyed, but firm. Determined to sway any fate or destiny that the “gods” may have over her child.
He closed his eyes and let out a breath that tasted like blood and gratitude.
A miracle, he thought.
He shouldn’t be alive and shouldn’t have his quirk.
But the spark was still there, burning inside him,
and so was he.
A miracle.
Shouta Aizawa now believes in miracles,
And he’s holding one now.
It’s been a month since the final war against Shigaraki and All for One ended, and two since he almost lost his own quirk. The world is still aching and full of open wounds, but its healing.
And in the dim, quiet light of a hospital room, he cradles six pounds of everything he never thought he’d have.
Their daughter is small but strong. She’s wrapped in a lavender hospital blanket, her tiny fists curled cutely as she sleeps. Her soft hair is jet black—his, with the faintest violet tint when the sun hits it just right.
She has his skin, and her mama’s smile. Long lashes fluttering against cheeks as delicate as petals.
His wife rests in the bed nearby, eyes half-closed, voice hoarse but calm. Exhausted, but radiant in the way only new mothers are: touched by the divine. [Name] watches them with a quiet smile that speaks volumes: We made it.
The nurse smiles as she finishes jotting down the final notes. “She’s beautiful,” she says. “Have you decided on a name?”
Aizawa looks down at the baby in his arms.
At proof.
Substantial, physical, living proof that miracles do happen.
The breathless, burning truth that maybe, just maybe, not everything in his life has to be pain.
For a moment, he’s silent.
Shouta’s mind drifts back to a quiet evening years ago. They were in a cafe after work, not grading papers but instead, learning about each other.
[Name] had been animated, as usual, and Shouta was there, listening.
“My favorite word,” the English teacher said, voice low and certain,
“is the unexpected but much welcome event that defies all odds, defies the fate that the gods set.”
Shouta had frowned slightly, intrigued but skeptical.
“They call it a ‘miracle’ in English.”
That word—miracle—had stuck with him.
Because this tiny little girl, this fragile hope resting on his chest, was exactly that.
“Mirai,” he says finally, voice steady.
“It sounds like ‘miracle.’”
Mirai.
The third, final miracle that Shouta certainly didn’t feel like he deserved.
But maybe this time, the gods were smiling down at him, this quiet, broken man whirled up in war and left to help pick up the pieces of society.
Blessed with a child, handpicked from the stars in the universe, the perfect mix of his genetics and that of his love’s.
A star the emerged from the hatred, the bloodshed, the inferno,
Warnings: slightly OOC!Shouto, DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE CHUBBY OR SHY READER 👹👹👹 (that’s the premise of the fic but ok), mentions of bullying, mentions unhealthy beauty standards, user has a quirk good enough to get her into the hero course at U.A. :), angst with a happy ending, inspired by "Sports" by Beach Bunny
Word Count: 2,393
A/N: Ouch, this one hurt :,) ; if you don't want female reader then use your imagination; I DO NOT CONDONE BULLYING OR BODY SHAMING, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE♡
Junior high girls are mean, especially the rich kind at your school.
You’ll walk through the halls, just trying to get to class, and they’ll all greet you with their bitter honey voices and long, skinny legs. They’ll walk next to you, asking about your morning while flaunting their long, skinny legs through rolled up skirts. They won’t stop even when you reach class, and only when the teacher walks in and yells at them to get to their seats and roll down those skirts will they disperse and leave you alone.
It was a vicious cycle, the only relief being the quiet of your home—your new home.
It had been a week since you officially moved into your new neighborhood in Kawagoe City. Your father’s new position at his architectural firm had uprooted the family to the bustling city, meaning a new life for you. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the house that your family had moved into. It was located in a safe neighborhood, a ten minute walk from school, and was big enough.
The most interesting aspect of your house was, ironically the neighboring house: a grand, obviously expensive, traditional Japanese home. With two stories and marbled walls, whomever lived there obviously had a salary thrice your father’s. You found out that part was true on your second day of school, when, as you left your house, a boy your age walked out of that house, wearing the boys’ uniform for your school. His red and white hair made it obvious as to who he was: Shouto Todoroki.
Everyone knew about the mysterious son of Endeavor. The girls at your school loved to talk about him too. They loved to talk about his aloof personality, his ice-prince aura, his fascinating height, his clear skin, his flawless grades, his overwhelming strength, his father’s money. But most of all, their favorite topic to talk about was his scar. The blatant, angry red-almost maroon scar, “staining his face” as they loved to put it.
You didn’t see anything wrong with the scar, nor did you agree that it ruined his face. But you never said it out loud, a girl shy and incongruous with the others. You just kept your mouth shut, keeping to yourself and only yourself unless spoken to (but even then, keeping social interaction to a minimum).
Shouto Todoroki isn’t mean, even though he looks like he is.
It happened all by coincidence, after all, both you and him weren’t the social type. It was a stupid paper bag that ripped on your way home from your impromptu trip to the grocery store. As the flimsy material ripped in half, its contents tumbled out.
You gasped and scrambled to pick up the spilt cans of various meats and mixed vegetables, immediately dropping to your knees and gathering what you could. As you do so, your navy blue hoodie bunches up at the sides, your fingers fumbling to hold everything against your chest.
And just as you’re about to reach for the last few cans of tuna, a pair of large, calloused hands reach out and pick them up from the ground. You glance up in surprise, but then your breath hitches in your throat.
Shouto Todoroki is crouched in front of you, silently stacking the cans of tuna and wearing what seems to be his gym clothes. He’s perfectly pristine and poised, like always, except for the small cuts along his forearm. Were those from training? Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you don’t know whether it’s from embarrassment or admiration.
“Y-you don’t have to-! U-uhm-! You know…” You silently curse at yourself for stammering, only choppy phrases able to escape your mouth. The taller boy shakes his head and stands up. “It’s alright, I’m sorry for startling you.” The Shouto Todoroki is right in front of you, the strongest in your year, probably salutatorian, and practically untouchable—yet helping someone like you pick up dropped cans of tuna.
“Thank you,” you whisper, trying not to draw attention to yourself. He watches you stand up, but his gaze doesn’t focus on the obvious weight around your midsection. His eyes don’t burn into it like everyone else your age and at school, as if you don’t belong here. Instead, he even takes some of the vegetables in your hands and looks at you in the eyes.
“You live next door to me, right? Let me walk you home.” Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting such a kind gesture from anyone, especially from him. “Y-Yes, but it’s okay, you don’t have to if you’re going somewhere else. I mean, if you’re busy—” Before you can continue, the heterochromatic boy shakes his head. “I insist, and I’ll be heading home anyways.” You blink again, waiting quietly for him to say that he’s changed his mind or that he was messing with you. But when he doesn’t respond and just waits patiently with you, you sigh and murmur quietly.
“…Okay.”
And so, he walks with you. His eyes fixated on the sidewalk in front of you two, his silence mirrors your own. Once the two of you reach your house, you take the groceries from him. Right before he leaves, you dig through your small purse and pull out three small bandages. You always carry extra, just in case your clumsy mistakes lead to injury. Without a word, you hold them up to him and bow your head.
“Thank you, Todoroki-san.”
And Shouto takes it, firmly, like it means something.
“Thank you.”
And so, it began. Your shared practice of walking to school together, in the rain, in the snow, in the summer heat, and back home. It didn’t matter that you two were in different homerooms. Whomever got to the school gates first waited for the other to walk home together. Only on days when he had training immediately after school did you walk home alone, and it gradually increased as the school year progressed.
You never asked about his scar and stared at it shamelessly, and Shouto never made you feel like you were worth less because your body wasn’t skinny and lanky like the other girls in your school. You gave him bandages when he came home all bruised from training, and he shared his umbrella with you in the rain. You were both outsiders in the same world, not knowing where to belong but in the comfort of each other.
Good things never last, that was a lesson you learned in your childhood, and it seemed as if life wanted to teach you it again.
It was just going to be a mini vacation with your family to a popular camping spot in Chiba. You were only going to be gone for two day.
And when you came back, he was gone.
The Todoroki residence had a sign in front of it that preached “FOR SALE,” and seeing it made your heart break. You had gotten attached to your only friend, just to find out that he had moved without a word. When you went back to school, you learned that was that it was official: the Todorokis had moved out of town. And, according to every heartbroken girl at school, because his father wanted him to go to a different private school to prep for his high school path.
The universe had taken the one person who understood you, and it destroyed you.
.
.
.
You weren’t thinking about it when it happened. You were just walking through the halls of U.A., your first day of high school, looking for your homeroom with your new, self-proclaimed best friend. Setsuna Tokage keeps her arm looped around yours, her extrovert energy almost overloading you.
But it was okay, because Setsuna Tokage didn’t judge you for how your body looked and didn’t care if you were naturally shy. She saw you head towards the hero course classrooms and declared you her favorite person and hadn’t let go of your arm since.
You were smiling at something pleasant she had said, how you and her were going to make so many friends in Class 1B and have the best year ever, when you rounded the corner—
and bumped into him.
Not just anyone, not just a student.
Shouto Todoroki.
The same two-toned hair. The same scar, the same sharp gaze—only taller now, more composed. He looked so much like the boy you used to know, but different in ways that made your chest ache.
Your breath hitched. The world seemed to stop, and you held your breath.
But Shouto? Shouto didn’t react, not at first. As you were about to apologize, to ask how he was doing, he simply nodded and muttered an apology before walking away.
Was it how you looked? Though you never became the skinny supermodel that your former junior high classmates flaunted, you had lost a significant amount of weight. Was it your height? You definitely grew a few inches since you last saw him. Questions raced through your mind as you saw him walk away and silently enter the door to Class 1A.
Maybe you were too foolish to think that he would bother to remember you, let alone even think that he was as attached to you as you were to him. You forced yourself to keep walking, your new friend inspecting your arms to see if you were okay or hurt in any way. You masked the sorrow on your face with a smile, desperate not to cry, not on your first day at your prestigious high school in front of your new best friend.
And in that moment, he was gone again.
By the time that the sun had dipped low over U.A., casting golden streaks across the clean courtyard, you finally had a moment to yourself.
No extroverted friends who had “adopted” you clinging to your arm (who knew that extroverts Kendo and Pony would “adopt” you too!?!), no more boisterous male laughter, and no more overly cheerful teachers. Just you, your aching legs, and your small tote bag seated on a bench underneath a cherry tree. Sitting on the bench, you sigh and let the introvert in you heal.
You were so tired, unbelievably tired, yet the process of becoming tired was so fun. The girls in your class were so sweet and made the best jokes. You weren’t last like usual in the physical examination in hero training, in fact, you weren’t half bad. Setsuna pushing you into the seat between her and Kinoko during lunch was perhaps one of the best parts of your day.
Though it wasn’t perfect, your first day of high school was better than you had expected. People were honestly kind and welcoming. They looked past physical looks and treated people like people.
Having collected your thoughts and ready to go home, you stand up and start heading towards the school gate. You weren’t going to let Shouto’s failure to remember you ruin your entire evening (even though it hurt like hell).
But right before you even step onto the main sidewalk, fast footsteps pound against the concrete. Your name is called out, almost in desperation, and it floats in the air.
You turn around.
And there he was.
Todoroki Shouto, standing in front of you, chest rising and falling like he had just run halfway across campus. His eyes—so different from the cold detachment you had seen earlier—were wide now, searching, knowing.
“It’s you,” he says breathlessly, almost in disbelief. You could feel the raw emotion and vulnerability in his voice, and you had to blink back tears. “L/N…”
You swallow dryly and nod. “It’s me.”
For a moment, both of you just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Silence stretched between you two, thick with everything left unsaid. Two years is indeed a long time.
Finally, he exhaled. “I didn’t want to leave.”
Your breath hitched, caught in your throat.
“I tried to convince my father to let me stay for another day, to at least say goodbye to you. But…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, because the story’s missing pieces were filled in.
He wanted to say goodbye.
You felt your chest tighten like it did all those years ago when you realized the burning feeling in your heart. Still not speaking, the taller boy took it as his sign to continue.
“You… you changed,” he murmured quietly. You weren’t sure if he meant the way you looked or something deeper. Confused, you gave him the same truthful yet ambiguous answer.
“So did you,” you whispered back.
After pausing for what seemed like hours, Shouto drops his bag and hugs you. It was light, as if he was afraid that you would shatter, yet warm and too tempting to slip out of.
And when you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around him, his grip tightened, and the walls that you had built up in those two years had crumbled. Without warning at all, you sobbed into his embrace, releasing bottled up sadness and grief. Shouto remained quiet, his right hand gently stroking your hair to soothe you. He didn’t judge your tears, your crying face. Like how he always did, he stood there for you, a silent support that you appreciated greatly.
When you finally pulled back after shedding the last of your tears, his thumb gently rubbed against your cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you right away,” he said. “I saw you when we bumped into each other, but I didn’t let myself hope. You looked so confident and strong and…” You interrupt him with a weak laugh. “I’m still me, Todoroki-san.” His chapped lips quirk up into a small smile. “I’m glad.”
A pause, and then…
“Can… can we start over?”
His question caught you off guard, but it provided you with a happiness that rivaled the joy that your new friends from Class 1B gave you.
“I’d like that,” you nodded.
And so, Shouto picked up his bag and escorted you to the station. The walk reminded you of your old routine, the station included because of the far proximity between U.A. and your home. Neither of you spoke, comfortable in the familiar silence reminiscent of the one during your junior high routine.
The new part of this new routine? Todoroki’s hand holding yours.
Hii helloooo may i present to you: Shoto that does not care about showing pda, we already know how he does not adhere to social norms whatsoever so i imagine that he doesn't get why pda is a big deal, if he wants a kiss he wants a kiss, if he wants to hold you in public he wants to hold you in public, simple as that
Hi hello yes!! This is so cute and real (≧∇≦) Tysm for sending in the idea :)
Shouto doesn’t understand social norms, and nor does he adhere to them. Obviously, he won’t actively try to make out with you in the common rooms of the U.A. dorms, but he doesn’t see the big deal over PDA. It just flows naturally for him. If he wants to hold your hand in the hallway, he’ll sneak close to you and ask. If he wants a kiss before class, he’ll walk up to you and ask for one.
His ideology is this: Your relationship with his is you and his business, not Class 1A’s or the U.A. faculty’s or his father’s. It’s you and him in the relationship, and he’d like to keep it that way.
Shouto isn’t the nosy type either, so the same way goes in his mind. Other peoples’ business is not his own to know.
Aaaaaaand, like all gentleman, Shouto knows to ask for consent. Even if it’s a simple kiss, he’ll ask you because he does not wish to make his love comfortable.
“Y/N, can I have a kiss please?”
“Can we cuddle? Please?”
“May I kiss you?”
“Are you okay?”
All in all, Shouto’s business (you) is his business and he’d like to keep it that way <3
