Before I knew who jerma was, I thought he was the internetâs collective hive mind imaginary streamer. Legit thought he didnât exist because I had only seen reaction pics. Watched a vid and still not entirely sure heâs real. The internetâs streamer version of Goncharov.
No one cares but first world problem time because I don't have anyone else to complain to and I don't have anything to do today...
I want pokopia sooooo bad omg! They got me đ I don't have a switch 2. And I can't even ask my mother rn because she's like trying to buy a house to financially support my grandparents and ensure I have a place to live when she retires because the housing costs are insane.
Mom don't you know I just wanna play Pokemon all day đ (/s)
Anyways, who in mha do we think would play pokopia, and why is it Shoto?
I'm probably biased because he's my favorite character and my baby and I love him, but I think he gives such cozy gamer energy. Like I can see that man having an ungodly amount of hours in Stardew. Probably made his family in the sims so they could be happy at one point (do we think if the sims exists in the mha universe it has quirks? And if so how does that work? đ¤)
He takes it very seriously and would be super excited to show you the progress he's made.
I think Ochaco would be in the same boat as me and would love pokopia but cannot afford a switch 2. Pre time-skip at least.
I also think Shinso for some reason would be really into pokemon in general, and I think Shoto could easily get Momo on board. She definitely plays animal crossing.
Also kinda think All Might would like cozy games. He gives me that grandma that played animal crossing so much they named a character after her energy. I dunno about pokopia specifically though.
HIIIII I absolutely adored your todoroki fic with the class being noisy and discovering the relationship, can you PLEASE if you're not too busy make a Bakugo version? MY LIFE WILL BE YOURS AND AMAZING WRITING GIRLđđđđđđđđ
I meant to get this done so much sooner but then I was hit with like the plague or something??? Dude idk, but I'm feeling better and finally have the mental energy to partake in hobbies...
I'm not 100% proud of this, I didn't wanna have the same setting (mostly because I don't believe katsuki would stay up for a movie night one bit) and I'm not completely confident that this was the right one...but I must've deleted like 5 drafts atp and I feel bad for how long it's been, so I hope you like it even though it's a little different than the original Shoto version!
I might continue to edit this, I just wanna get it out before it's been over 2 weeks...
Tsundere boyfriend chronicles
K. Bakugo
In which your boyfriend invites you to an amusement park, but he was too stubborn to tell his friends classmates about you
CW: fem! Reader, suggestive comments, general Bakugo behavior, name-calling (in good faith) relationship is implied to be long distance
Class 3A was going to USJ!Â
âŚNot that USJâUniversal Studios Japan. And for once, Kirishima had managed to convince Katsuki to come to a group outing.
Katsuki wasn't really an amusement park person, he liked the rides well enough, but being around just the class alone was generally somewhat unbearable, let alone a bunchâa sticky, sweaty strangers and dumb touristsâŚ
But his girl wasn't in Japan too often, and he'd feel kinda bad going without her when the opportunity came. So he bought an extra ticket, planning to meet up with her at the park, hopefully after shaking away the extras. Â
He however, totally and completely 100% accidentally for sure...forgot to inform his classmates that she was coming, or about her existence in general. Izuku knew, but that's because was a nosy bastard (and definitely not because he was Katsuki's best friend).
The class had already cut-off into various groups after passing through security, Katsuki getting stuck tagging along with Izukuâs friends (glasses, Todoroki, frog, and round cheeks) and his ownâŚwhatevers (Pinky, Shitty-hair, Pikachu, the purple one that followed Pikachu around sometimes, etc.)Â
He was just sorting his bag back out after they poked around in it (another reason he hates amusement parksâleave my fucking stuff alone) when all of a sudden, an agitating, grating voiceâ
âHEY KATSUKI!!â
He glanced up to see his girlfriend, waving at him from across the park, already carrying bags from a gift shopâŚ
And immediately turned back down towards his bag, acting as if he didn't know the strange woman yelling name. Which seemed to piss you off...
âOI, DYNAMIGHT!â
God, could you not be, like, a little bit subtle?
He could tell the extras were immediately on edge as you approached, square eyes even going so far as to stand in front of him like some kind of bodyguard, which made him scoff. Even if you were a threat, he could handle himself. He wasn't top of the damn class for nothing.Â
âAhâmissâpleaseââ
Katsuki ignored him and stepped forward, looking straight at youâover your outfit, to be specific. He was unable to stop the exhale that left him. Merch? Really?
"You're actually wearing that?"Â
You just stuck your tongue out in response.Â
Iida looked like someone slapped him, eyes wide and head reeled back like a turtle. âBakugou! Don't be rude to a fanââ
âA fan?â You laugh, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who couldn't stop the huff of amusement that left his lips.
âFirst of all, I'll be rude to whoever I damn well pleaseââ
âOh wow, I didn't know you were coming!â Midoriya interrupted before an argument could break out, stepping forward as he recognized you. âIt's been a while!âÂ
âAhâMidoriya! You look well!â
Katsuki watched as the two of you did that awkward dance people do when they don't know how to properly greet each other. (The relationship between girlfriend and said boyfriend's slightly co-dependant best friend was an odd one, after all). âJesus fuckâjust hug already. As if I care.âÂ
You chuckled at the permission and stepped forward to wrap an arm around the green-haired boy, patting his back in greeting. âHow's school been?â
âIt's been good, we've been busy preparing for exams recentlyââ
ââyou better be wearing sunscreen, y'know! People with freckles are more likelyâŚâ
Katsuki drowned out the mindless chitter-chatter, wordlessly taking your shopping bag from your arms. How did he end up surrounded by these merch obsessed, blabbering idiotsâŚ
"Wait...so you know her?" Kirishima questioned, staring at Katsuki with a dumbfounded expression, which he gave right back. You know that phrase, there's no stupid questions? YeahâŚKatsuki thinks that phrase in of itself is stupid.Â
He clicked his tongue. âThe hell do you think? Dekuâs not that big of a hugger.â
â...Wow, you're really being a sour patch today, Suki! Lighten up!â Mina chuckled, bumping into his shoulder as she stepped forward to interrupt. âHi there! I'm Mina Ashido! It's not everyday we meet a friend of Bakugouâs, especially one as totally cute as you!â
You, finally remembering a bunch of other people were around, tilted your head, turning to face them all with rapidly warming cheeks.. "Oh, right! How rude of me! Sorry about that, hahaâŚ" You giggle slightly in embarrassment, bowing to greet your boyfriend's classmates. âIt's a pleasure to meet the infamous class 3-A!â
The group was quiet as they listened to you introduce yourself. Despite some of them already being surprised by your appearance, hearing you speak added even more. You seemed to beâŚpretty calm, and rather soft-spoken, at least compared to their resident firecracker.Â
...
âIt's nice to meet you!âÂ
âYou're gorgeousââ
âHow did you meet Bakugou?â
âAre you from around here?â
âWhere did you get those shorts?â
You send them a smile, a small giggle rising past your lips, doing your best to answer. âThank you! I think they're thrifted? Uh wellâwe met in middle school! I'm fromââ
Katsuki felt somewhat irked by the way his classmates shamelessly swarmed her. He crossed his arms, red eyes narrowing into a glare that would kill if it could. âIf you extras don't stop fawning over her and get a damn move on I'm gonna take off. With her.â
This, apparently, was enough motivation for everyone to finally start moving.
Within the next few hours, Katsuki had been dragged through a bunch of ridesâone roller coaster that Mina forced everyone onto twice, a ridiculously themed simulator-thing that left Kaminari dizzy, and some spinning thing that Katsuki refused to admit he actually enjoyed. Somewhere along the way you ended up with a stupid hat on your head, Katsuki holding even more shopping bags, and the class collectively demolishing far too many overpriced snacks.
Now, the two of you had split offâwell, he had dragged you off, muttering something about âneeding a break from the idiots,â and were now tucked off to the side near a quieter path, the distant screams from rides muffled by music and chatter.
Katsuki dropped the bags at his feet with a low exhale, rolling his shoulders as he sat down on the bench. âTch. Remind me why you like this place again?â
You glanced around, taking in the bright colors, the laughter, the chaos. âBecause itâs fun?â
âYeah yeah.â He scoffed, leaning his head back on his hands. âItâs literally just full of obnoxious kids and annoying mascots with overpriced food.â
He pointed vaguely toward a group of tourists posing with a character. There was a clear hint of amusement tugging at his voice despite himself. âAm I not fun enough on my own?â
You looked at him, lips twitching, then tilted your head with a small smirk. âYou want to be compared to an amusement park?â
He narrowed his eyes. âDonât push it.â
âI guess youâre fun enough to rideâŚâ you continued innocently.
Katsuki blinked, shooting you a glare that would knock most people on their ass â...the hell did you just say to me?â
You laughed again, softer this time, and without really thinking about it, reached out to hook your finger loosely around his thumb.Â
He stilled for half a second, but didnât pull away, he just exhaled softer than before. âYouâve got a real big mouth, y'know?â
âYeah? Wouldn't you like to know what my big mouth can doââ
âGod Dammit.â He groaned, covering his face in second-hand embarrassment, even though he couldn't hide the way his ears went red. âI'm gonna punt you across the fucking park.âÂ
âYou walked into that one!â
âNo I didn't! You're just being a slut!âÂ
âWow. Slut shaming during women's monthââ
âOi! It's not shaming if it's true!âÂ
His hand shifted just slightly, enough that your fingers brushed against his. ââŚYouâre clingy today,â he muttered.
âYoure the one reaching for my fingers,â you pointed out. âHypocrite.â
âTch.â
But his hand turned, just a bit, until your fingers were properly laced together.Â
He wasn't too into hand holding, considering how sweaty his hands tended to get. Even if it smelled good, it was still sweat, and tended to make things kinda awkward and slippery. But sometimes it wasâŚnice.
Somewhere in the distance, a group of people burst into loud laughter, and music swelled as a nearby parade started up. You leaned into his side, watching as performers in bright costumes passed by, waving at the crowd.
â...Hey, you didnât tell your friends about me?â You gave Katsukiâs hand a small squeeze, glancing up at him curiously.
âWhy would I tell the extras?â
âTo share the joy of having a wonderful girlfriend in your life?â
Katsuki scoffed, but didn't rebuke it. âThey donât need to know everything about me,â he muttered, glancing off to the side, âdidnât wanna deal with their shit.â
âBut they seem fun!â
âThey're nosy and annoying.â He huffed, glancing off to the side like he could already feel something coming. âBesides, I need to keep up my image.â
You roll your eyes. âOh c'mon, shut up, you're just a tsundere.â
âOi!â His nostrils flared. âI am not a tsundereââÂ
âYou're literally holding my hand after insulting meââÂ
â---â
From a short distance awayâjust around the corner of a vending area...
Mina grabbed both of them by the shoulders, eyes practically glowing. âDonât. Move.â
âIâm not moving!â
Shinso huffed. âNo way Bakugou actually has a girlfriend with his attitudeâŚâ
Sero leaned in closer, equally invested. âBro⌠Bakugouâs holding hands. With a girl.â
âIs this character development?â Todoroki thought aloud.Â
âShut up!â Mina hissed, even though she was very clearly vibrating with excitement. âThis is, like, historicââ
âShouldnt weâŚannounce ourselves?â Iida considered, though he made no move to do so, instead polishing his glasses for a better view.Â
âAbsolutely not,â Jirou smirked. âI wanna see how far this goes.â
â---â
Around the corner, completely obliviousâ
Katsuki exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing despite himself. ââŚYouâre coming back, right?â he hinted, thumb brushing against your hand again, âfor dinner.â
You smiled, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder. âDo you want me to?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âAwwââ
âDonât make it weird,â he grumbled. âI bought too much daikon. Need someone to help me eat it.âÂ
You huffed a laugh. âSee? That's such a lame excuse. Total tsundere.âÂ
âYâknow what? Nevermind. I'll eat with shitty hair and Deku. They'll appreciate my cookingââ
â---â
Mina silently grabbed Kirishima's arm and shook him.
âHEAD ON SHOULDER. HEAD. ON. SHOULDER.â
âI SEE IT, I SEE ITââ
âWait,â Kaminari squinted. âAre theyâŚarguing? While holding hands?â
âI kinda agree with Iida that this is rude,â Tsuyu whispered, already inching forward. âWe should just go say hiââ
âAbsolutely not,â Kaminari shot back, grabbing her sleeve. âDo you want to die?â
â-
Katsukiâs eye twitched.
ââŚYou hear something?â he muttered, gaze snapping toward the nearby row of vending machines.
You blinked, following his line of sight. âHm? No?â
âTch.â His grip tightened slightly. âFeels like weâre being watched.â
You hummed, looking around again. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, you shrugged, leaning back on the bench with a smirk. âMaybe you're just paranoid?âÂ
Katsuki rolled his eyes, âI'm not paranoid, I've been trained for shit like this.â
His gaze narrowed as he yanked his hand from yours in a quick motion, stepping in front of you.
âOi,â he called, voice low. âCome out before I blast you out.â
ââŚWeâve been compromised,â Todoroki sighed.
Mina immediately shoved Kaminari forward in sacrifice.
âWAITââ
He stumbled out from behind the vending machines with a strangled noise, the rest of the class slowly, very pitifully, following after him.
There was a beat of silence.
Katsuki stared.
They stared.
You looked between them, then at Katsuki, then back at the group⌠ââŚOh.â
âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding meâŚâ Katsukiâs voice dropped, dangerous. âYou extras were SPYING ON ME??â
âIT WAS MINAâS IDEAââ Kaminari pointed instantly.
Mina ignored him completely, stepped forward with sparkling eyes and pointed between the two of you. âYOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DIDNâT TELL US?!â
Katsukiâs face went red. âDonâtââ he started.
Before he could finish his excuse, your hand slipped back into his, fingers lacing together again without hesitation, grinning at the class. âIt's nice to properly meet all of you!â
ââŚââ Katsuki froze.
Mina made a noise so high-pitched it was almost inaudible.
Kirishima looked on the verge of tears, fist held to his heart in approval. âBakubro⌠youâre in loveâŚâ
âIâM NOTââ
âI dunno KachanâŚâ Midoriya cut in. âI think I beg to differ. You act pretty differently with herâŚâ
âWaitââ
Suddenly all eyes were on Midoriya, who stiffened at the attention. âH-huh?â
Uraraka raised a finger to him in accusation. âYou knew the whole time, didn't you Deku!âÂ
âŚAh.â He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
âYou knew and didnât tell us?!â Mina gasped.
âTraitor accompliceâŚâ Kaminari added.
ââŚYeah,â Midoriya admitted, hands rising in surrender. âI mean⌠I knew Kacchan would tell you when the time was right! It's not my news to shareâŚâ
You couldnât help but giggle, leaning your head on Katsukiâs shoulder again. âLooks like your little secretâs out now, Suki.â
âShut up,â he complained, a mix of remorse and embarrassment clouding his face. ââŚJust⌠didn't want to make a big deal out of it.â
âToo late,â Kaminari whispered, barely holding back a grin. âWe already are.â
Katsuki didnât pull away, didnât argue further. For once, he just let the class stare, let you lean against him, and let himself⌠be calm.
ââŚFine,â he muttered finally, voice low but steady. âYeah, sheâs my girlfriend. Happy now?â
The class froze for a beat at the official confirmation...
Then erupted in chaos, exclamations, and squeals.Â
âOhmygodohmygodohmygodââ
âSo this is his soft side...the kacchan inside of Katsuki...â
âHow long have you been together?â
âDid you really meet in middle school?â
âDoes Bakugo actually go to bed so early? Or is he doingâŚother thingsâŚâÂ
You giggled at the mix of questions, looking up at your boyfriend in amusement. âLooks like everyoneâs happy to finally meet me, huh?â
Katsuki huffed, though there was a soft undertone that wasnât anger this time. ââŚYeah, yeah. Letâs just go to another shop or something. Anywhere away from this messâŚâ
And with that, the two of you walked off together, the class trailing behind at a safe, awe-struck distance, still buzzing about the historic moment theyâd just witnessed.
Just us and your...entire class!â¤ď¸
In which you visit your boyfriend's dormitory for the first time, and class 3-A are not very good at being subtle.
Katsuki Bakugo
Tsundere Boyfriend Chroniclesâ¤ď¸
In which your boyfriend invites you to an amusement park, but he was too stubborn to tell his friends classmates about you
Ft. I. Midoriya, K. Bakugou, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, and D. Kaminari
AN: Was anyone else obsessed with boyfriend does my makeup videos on youtube as a kid? Bcz I was!
CW: Reader wears makeup (obvs), suggestive themes (Izuku & Denki), I tried not to mention any specific skin tone, but pink blush and lipgloss are mentioned...uh, Kirishima has two moms?
Izuku is surprised by the request, but takes it seriously, genuinely wanting to do a good job, even if it was just for fun.
He tries his hardest to replicate your everyday routine, Mr "I keep notes on people" knows it by heart obviously, he just doesn't quite have the skills to do it justice.
Mumbles to himself as if it's an analytical task, eyes squinting as he takes in your face and works out how best to apply each product. At one point he reaches out to grab your neck to still you, immediately blushing red and apologizing profusely as you start laughing at him.
He just put you in a chokehold to apply foundation.
"OMYGODIMSOSORRYâ"
You laugh, sending him a wink. "Wow âzuku, didn't think we were headed that directionâŚ"
His cheeks glow maybe the reddest you've ever seen, freckles practically blended into the skin around them. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO I SWEAR!"
In the end the base is blended pretty well, but the eye makeup leaves a lot to be desired, and your brows areâŚquite harsh to say the least, almost resembling that time you let Eri do your makeup..
He comes out of it very impressed by the steady hand you must have to replicate this every day!
"I think I can safely cross 'makeup artist' off of my list of possible back-up career paths..."
â---â
Katsuki, much like Izuku, decides to go for your everyday look that his stalker ass is incredibly familiar with. He takes it seriously, as he does pretty much everything, telling you to âsit still,â and âquit your damn fidgeting,â while he moves between steps.
However, unlike Izuku, Bakugou absolutely slaysâyou come out looking almost better than you do when you do it yourself.
He grew up with fashion designers as parents; he watched a lot of models get their makeup done backstage while in between babysitters (not many could handle his bratty child self) and sometimes watched his own mom do hers before going out. Plus, you're telling me Best Jeanist, BJ himself doesn't glam up a lil? Yeah rightâŚthat's basically his drag mother.
In the end he's smug as hell as you look yourself over, practically gobsmacked by his skill. Everything looks perfectly blended, the eyeliner is sharp, brows are shaped and fluffed up, and he got pretty much every detail of your daily look correct, down to your favorite lip combo. He even managed to apply fake lashes without them looking like they're melting offâŚ
"What the hell Katsuki?! This was supposed to be funny!"
â---â
Shoto doesn't really understand makeup. He had Yaoyorozu try to cover his scar once out of curiosity, and on rare occasions where Endeavor was busy and they were left to their own devices, a middle-school Fuyumi would sometimes use him as a makeup guinea pig, but it always felt heavy and itchy on his skin. He thinks the fact that girls wear that stuff everyday is impressive, and maybe a little masochisticâŚ
He usually doesn't pay much attention when you get ready to go out, mostly just waiting patiently while you do your thing, reading manga on his phone. He's not dumb, he knows girls don't naturally have glittery eyelids and red lips, but he's also not the best at spotting natural looksâŚ
"Do you use this one?" He asks a million times, reading the label on each product intensely. He is taking it seriously, he just doesn't really know what he's doing. Uses the wrong products in a few spots, needing your guidance to pick the right brushes for different areas. Is too scared to hurt you with mascara, so he makes you put that on your own lashes.
"This is really hardâŚ"
In the end, your base isâŚokay; blush is in the right spotâŚbut your contour is splotchy. Your mascara is nice (thanks to yourself)...but your eyeliner is thick and uneven, he accidentally used an eyeshadow that was a little too dark, and he didn't even touch your brows, in fact, he was actually surprised when you said you put makeup on them.
You giggle as you look over yourself in the mirror, pecking his cheek as he blushes in embarrassment behind you, reassuring him with a pat on the head. "You did a good job for your first time, Sho!"
"Did I? I don't know if I believe thatâŚ"
Pays a little more attention to you whenever you do your makeup from now on. He wants to try again sometime and do better!
â---â
Eijiro agrees easily, saying trying new things is manly. Neither of his moms are super into makeup, so this is pretty new territory for him.
He does a shockingly good job on the eyeliner (middle-school emo phase coming in clutch!), although it's more intense than you tend to go for. He's also absolutely shocked at the torture contraption that is a lash curler, staring at it when you hand it to him.
âI thought Mina was joking when she told me about theseâŚâ
The rest isâŚwellâŚ
It's clear his skills haven't improved much since his middle school guyliner daysâin fact, you could probably pass as a middle-schooler who just got her first makeup kit for Christmas; It's wearable, it's not like you'd look outrageous in publicâŚbut your foundation isn't really matching your neck; heavy bronzer makes your face a bit and he doesn't really know better to blend it down. You should've expected he'd go for the bronzerâtwo or his best friends are gyaru, so it makes sense he'd be familiar with a sun-kissed (more like smacked, in this case) look. There's some specks of mascara smudged onto your eyelids, and your brows areâŚwell, they make themselves known, but hey, your emo eyeliner and pink lipgloss are nearly perfect.
It's an odd mix of aesthetics.
Still, your boyfriend is so proud of himself that you can't help but be happy with the results too, shaking your head with a grin as you examine the final look, Kirishima practically beaming in the background as he sits on your bed.
"Did I do okay?"
"You did great hun."
â---â
Denki never grew out of his guyliner phase. He's pretty excited when you ask him, immediately digging into your stash. As previously mentioned, he's a gyaruo, and he's always been a little interested in makeup, though he doesn't wear much himself besides a little eyeliner and sometimes concealer if he stays up a little too late playing LeagueâŚ
He doesn't take it too seriously, laughing whenever he messes up and using a makeup wipe to correct it. Definitely pokes your eye with the mascara wand by accidentâŚbut is totally apologetic about it, even offering to get down on his knees to make up for itâŚ
He doesn't try to replicate your everyday look, instead having fun playing with all the products and colors; complains if you don't have any wild lipsticks. Jokes about making you look like a clown.
"Don't you have likeâŚa nice blue?"
"You want me to wear blue lipstick??"
It's not too bad in the end! He's never done graphic eyeliner before, so it's a bit wonky, and the colours are brighter than you'd typically go for, the blush is hot pink and quite.. abundant. If you question it, he shrugs, leaning back in his chair cockily.
"Sabrina Carpenter wears a lot of blush, y'know."
"She doesn't wear green and purple eyeshadow!"
The eyeshadow in question is clearly blended by a beginner: muddy where the colors meet. He left your eyebrows plain and fluffy after a failed attempt to try different products on them to make them look bleached. It's a bit of an editorial look, to put it nicelyâŚyou can tell what he was going for, with some touch ups it would be pretty cool.
He thinks you look cool as hell, absolutely rebukes anything else.
In which you visit your boyfriend's dormitory for the first time, and class 3-A are not very good at being subtle.
Shoto Todoroki is autistic (and it's Endeavors fault) you can fight me on it.
AN: Do-do-do-do-do-do Steve~ This is like...fluffy light crack? Idk it just popped into my brain. I'm a sucker for reactions, I used to love those gacha videos...
You're on your phone, texting your boyfriend to buzz you in, music blasting through your headphones, for the moment you're practically dead to the world around you, not really registering what's going on in your vicinity now that you're safe within the UA campus, and not just the campus itself, but the hero-course dormitoriesâŚyou're practically surrounded by pro-heros and hero students.
But an unfamiliar girl walking into Class 3-Aâs dorm building in the eveningâwhile the class happens to be having a movie nightâis bound to cause a bit of a stir. Several members of the infamous class look up in confusion as you step inside, their gazes shifting between each other in silent question. Who is she here for? Someone must have let her in.
The first person to react is none other than the class president himself.
He clears his throat.
"Can we help you, miss?" The young man asks, standing up to his full height, his voice raising as he notices the headphones covering your ears.
At the muffled sound, you finally look up, pulling one ear of your headphones to the side. This must be Tenya Iida, the class president, you judge, based on Shoto's description: âMy friend IidaâŚhe's kinda stocky, he has blue hair and wears glasses.â
And wellâŚbehind him seems to be the bulk of your boyfriend's class.
You weren't really expecting an audience to your arrival. Shoto's invitation was simple and blunt, as they often are.
'Do you want to come over and watch a movie?â
A cozy, quiet movie night with your boyfriend sounded like a perfect way to end the week! Of course you accepted. This...did not seem quit like the quiet, cozy night you anticipated...
"OhâŚuh, is Shoto here?" You ask, a little awkward at the attention, voice wavering as you slip your shoes off in the genkan before stepping further inside the building, shoulders rolling in discomfort. You don't even have to look around to know he isn't sitting with his classmates; his red and white hair makes him stand out too much, you'd recognize him in any crowd.
The silence that follows your simple question was almost thick enough to choke on.
Everyone stares at the girl standing in their dorm entryway, dumbfounded for a moment. This girl they've never seenâŚ
She was here for Todoroki?
The same Todoroki whoâs famously stoic and socially awkwardâthe one who took months to have proper conversations with anyone in the class besides Midoriya, Bakugou, and Yaoyorozu?
You shift awkwardly, glancing down at yourself.
Hmm...your outfit is fine...was there something on your face? What's with all the staring?
"...Yeah, he is." Kirishimaâyou assume by the spikey red hairâwas the one to finally respond, rubbing at the back of his neck as he answered. "Uh...he's in the kitchen right now."
You nod, shooting him a quick thumbs-up and shuffling off into the direction that gives off the most 'kitchen' vibes.
â---â
You find Shoto by the stove, stirring what's probably soba noodles. He hadâŚlimited cooking skills, and a penchant for the stuff, so soba was usually a pretty good guess.
The strange reaction from his classmates fades into the background as your attention settles fully on your boyfriend. Walking up behind him, your arms around his waist, hands pressing against his muscles as you take in the familiar scent of warmth that follows along with his presence.
You hum in response, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you try to peek over at what he's makingâaha, soba indeed. "Mm...the train was crowded," your voice comes out muffled by his shirt. "Worth it though."
Shoto doesnât startle, he simply glances over his shoulder at you. "Was the trip okay?"
Shoto gives a small nod, like that answer satisfies him completely. The noodles bubble softly in the pot as he sits them and turns the burner down, the movement practiced in a way that suggests heâs cooked this exact thing many times before. (He has).
"Your classmates were all staring at me when I came in," you mumble into his shoulder, voice something near a whine. "Do I have something on my face? What gives?"
For a moment, the kitchen is quiet except for the faint clink of chopsticks against the pot and the distant noise coming from the common room.
"No," Shoto answers without so much as taking a second glance to check. "They're just nosy."
He says it so plainly that you almost laugh, pulling away to hop up on the counter beside him, watching as he finishes up with supper. You're glad you didn't eat before coming. "What, do you not talk to them about me?"
Your voice is teasing, light, but Shoto's plain response catches you off guard.
You blink, sheer bewilderment settling over you.
"Not really, no."
...
'He doesn't talk about me?'
Insecurity tags along with it, bubbling up before you can stop it. Shoto isâŚobjectively attractive. Youâre reminded of it oftenâwhenever you show someone a picture of him, the edits that pop up on your TikTok feed, the giggles and lingering stares he gets from younger girls when youâre out together...
"...Embarrassed?" Shoto looks up immediately as the word registers, his expression creasing with a confusion that nearly matches your own. "No. Why would you think that?"
You gulp down the feelings, trying to keep your voice level. "Are youâŚembarrassed of me?"
"...You just said you don't talk about me."
God, he's dense. You sigh.
"No oneâs asked," Shoto explains, tilting his head slightly. "Was I supposed to talk about you?"
Oh. Of course.
Shoto pauses at your words, considering them with the same seriousness he gives most things. Whether small or large, simple or complicated, his face always scrunches up the same way. "âŚI see."
"People usually talk about their girlfriends, ShoâŚyesâŚ" You say slowly, the insecurity dissipating and leaving behind just the bewilderment, with a bit of frustration seeping in.
Of course, no one gets a boyfriend this hot without some negative qualities...his denseness can be cute sometimes, but often leaves something to be desired.
He feeds you a spoonful of dipping sauce, and as if it's secretly potion of calmness, your worries are immediately quelled.
He turns back to the stove, thoughtfully dividing the noodles between two bowls
"I wasnât hiding you," he adds after a moment, at the very least recognizing the clarification is important. "It just never came up. I figured they'd meet you at some point, anyway."
Then another.
But alas, the quiet atmosphere of the kitchen abruptly disappears as a head pokes around the doorway...
And another.
â---â
After you had left the common area, Class 3-A continued to watch your retreating figure, still in various states of surprise. Eyes wide, jaws slightly slack, slowly, almost in unison, they turn to look at eachother once more.
A beat passed without response from any of the class.
Midoriya hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "She doesnât look like a criminal, but Todoroki does have a lot of fangirls in the other coursesâŚit wouldn't be too hard for other students to get in our building."
"Then should we be likeâŚworried?" Kaminariâs face scrunched up in a mix of curiosity and concern. "She was cute thoughâŚ"
That comment earned himself a nudge from Jirou.
Iida nodded seriously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "In that case, we should send someone to follow herâpurely as a precaution!"
And as expected for any mission requiring stealth, heads immediately turned to Toru, who gave an invisible thumbs up. "Invisible girl is on it!"
Sero chuckled in a bit of a wince-like manner, finally standing to join the rest of his friends as his eyes drifted over to the hallway where you had disappeared down. "Ah⌠guys, y'know, maybe weâre overthinking itâ"
Too late.
Toru was already halfway down the hallâŚbut she wasn't gone for long.
She returned barely a minute later, footsteps invisible but loud against the floorboards as she squealed, the sleeves of her shirt waving in excitement. "You guys have gotta see this!"
And so...
You were now sat on the counter, their classmate sliding a spoonful of sauce in your open mouth before leaning against the counter beside you. "Good?"
The rest of them shuffled closer to the kitchen entrance, tryingâand failingâto look casual as they hovered just out of sight.
One by one, their heads peek cautiously around the kitchen doorway, trying to see whatâs happening without being too obvious.
The scene seemed...domestic. It almost felt wrong to watch, like interrupting something very private.
Midoriya shuffles his feet nervously, glancing at the others. âI think maybe we should leave them be? He's clearlyâŚfamiliar with her.â He whispers out.
"Familiar," Uraraka mocks lightly in the same hushed tone, trying, and failing, not to giggle. "Wow Deku, good observation!"
âŚ
Wow.
Shoto's classmates suck at eavesdropping. His eyes rolled as he saw as various heads pop in and out of the doorway in of his peripheral vision, almost akin to that game he played at a carnival onceâwhack a mole?
"...Can I help you?" He huffed, one eyebrow raising (the one that's nerves still worked properly) as he finally turned to face the door. You've gone quiet next to him, legs swinging against the counter and lips pursed.
After a few rounds of passing around the blame of getting caught like hot potato, the class all slowly filed into the room, avoiding eye contact with the couple.
An awkward tension hung over the room for longer than anyone desired, until Sero awkwardly coughed. "...So," He gestured vaguely towards you, still sat quietly on the counter.
Shoto simply stared back, one eyebrow still raised in a way that said 'yes, and?'
The class shuffled awkwardly in front of him for a few seconds, clearly uncomfortable with the silence that filled the air, before Midoriya cleared his throat.
"So um...is this your girlfriend, Todoroki?"
You took that as your cue to wave, an embarrassed smile creeping onto your face.
Shoto exhaled a frustrated breath, his cool demeanor cracking a bit. They really had to eavesdrop to ask that? Couldn't they have waited for him to introduce her?
"Yes, this is my girlfriend.â
...
The room descends into shouts, general chaos, and a jumble of questions all blending togetherâ
"How did you meet?"
"What school do you go toâ"
"So this is Todorokiâs type, huh?"
"Do you have a quirk?!"
"Man, how does someone so denseâ"
"Everyone! Do not overwhelm our guestâ"
"AhâŚ" You chuckle awkwardly, watching with wide eyes as they all speak over eachother and poor Iida tries to calm them down. âMaybe thereâs a reason he didnât talk about me after allâŚâ