Shoto todoroki x reader
Comfort (^-^)
PREMISE: You come home to your boyfriend, Shoto, after a long day of overworking yourself.
Your eyelids are heavy, and it takes conscious effort to keep them up. Your muscles ache from exertion during your work as a pro hero. Your brain feels heavy and stretched, begging for rest. The thought of Shoto waiting for you at home is the only thing keeping you from collapsing on the streetâŚ
It takes several tries for you to stick your apartment key in the lock, but eventually you get it and trudge into your apartment. You kick you shoes off at the door. âMmghh⌠shoto, Iâm home..â you groan in a tired voice.
Your boyfriend comes out of the kitchen, wearing an apron smudged with flour, his dual colored hair slightly tousled. His heterochromic softening when he sees your state. âOh, darlingâŚâ
He unties his apron and takes it off while you stare at him, legs wobbly. You two donât have arguments very often, but heâs been very persistent about the fact that you overwork yourself. You know heâs right, but your stubbornness mixed with your intense desire to prove yourself would never let you admit thatâŚ
He walks over to your side, one of his warm arms moving to rest against your back. Shoto pulls you closer and tugs you down to the couch with him gently. âI hate seeing you like this, my love. Itâs not healthy.â You feel his fingers carding through your hair gently, and your eyes drift closed.
âIâm sorryâŚI just, thereâs always work to doâŚyou understand, donât you?â You murmur, turning your head to rest against his broad chest. With every rise and fall of his breath, your head moves with him peacefully. You finally feel content with him.
Heâs quiet for a moment, genuinely thinking about his reply. His hand doesnât pause, trailing down your hair and rubbing your back. âI get it. Youâre the most capable hero Iâve ever metâŚbut seeing you wreck yourself like thisâŚ? Why, my love?â
You open your eyes, staring at the wall for a while, contemplating it yourself. ItâsâŚbecause you donât think youâre ever good enough, but how can you tell him that? You open your mouth but you choke on the words.
âTake your time. Itâs okay to cry, honey. Itâs okay. You know I donât just love you when youâre composed. You can tell me anything.â Shoto purrs to you soothingly, stroking your hair again.
God, itâs so hard to not let things spill out when he speaks to you like thatâŚ
âItâs just..â your voice crackles out, broken by the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. âItâs hard to talk about my feelings. I just- I um..â you race the patterns on his sweater with your fingers to distract yourself. âI guess I never feel like Iâm doing enough. Iâm not good enoughâŚâ
He presses his lips to your temple for a moment and rests his chin on the top of your head, letting you cry against his chest. âYouâre so talented, y/n. Youâre brilliant and youâre powerful. I understand you want to be great, but youâre holding yourself back by overworking yourself.â He chides you softly.
You nod against his chest, finally accepting it. Your muscles ache so bad, and lying on him feels nice. âThanks, Sho..â
âOf course, love. Donât thank me.â You feel him relax against you, no doubt relieved that youâre finally listening to him. His hands slip beneath your shirt, massaging your lower back with his warmed touch just the way you like it. âJust relax, pretty baby.â
You breathe out a sigh against his sweater, and then sniff, smelling something burning. âWait, is something burningâŚ?â
He stiffens against you and carefully extracts himself from your arms. He gives you an apologetic look and rushes to the kitchen, calling to you. âI was making Gyudon. I suppose itâs not any good anymoreâŚâ he focuses on cleaning the mess in the kitchen for a moment, and you close your eyes, feeling a pang of guilt. It was probably your fault that he burned the food. You came in there and made him pay attention to youâŚ
He walks back into the living room, with an unexpectedly pleasant expression. âHey, at least this means we can try takeout from that new place you wanted to try. Would you like that tonight?â
You feel a fluttering in your stomach, and a newfound appreciation for your boyfriend. He wasnât upset or angry, he still just wanted to make sure youâre happy. âYeah, Sho⌠thatâd be nice.â
Shoto leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. âIâll call it in. Why donât you change out of your hero gear and into something comfortable?â He prompts with a slight tilt of his head.
You nod and head to the bedroom, changing into your softest pair of pajamas. You pad back out of the bedroom to see Shoto sitting on the couch, looking at his phone. He looks up at you as you enter, smiling softly. His eyelids droop slightly, making you realize how tired he is as well.
You crawl into his arms and he doesnât hesitate to pull you close, letting out a lasting sigh into the crook of your neck. The feel of his warm breath sends shivers down your spine. You press a quick kiss to the base of his neck. âI love you, ShotoâŚâ
âI love you too, my dear.â He whispers back, words reserved just for you.
(A/N: thank you if you read to the end <3 I hope you enjoyed. I just like writing random scenarios lwk)