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casually gives the others cheek the QUICKEST of smooches, only to hide his own face from embarrassment. was it too daring ? maybe.
It’s lucky that Midoriya didn’t hang around near his cheek,since the left was now slowly lighting itself aflame with abandon. No amount of frost could quell the storm that Izuku had created with one simple action, a heat that would spread through his entire body that was deeper than anything he’d ever felt.
Emotions were hard, having always been told to suppress them, forget them, they weren’t important. What was he supposed to think, how was he supposed to feel. More importantly, how was he supposed to act with this raging swirl of questions and strange stirrings in his gut that scared him into stillness. Midoriya was still near him, rendering him unable to think as he normally would. Just breathe and suppress. Breathe and forget.
He hoped Midoriya wouldn’t notice his hands, quaking as his mind ran over every uncertainty possible. But one thing was abundantly clear, Todoroki had feelings for Midoriya, how strong those were and where he’d place them, he didn’t know—– But not knowing if the other had meant to stir his heart like this, whether it was a joke or friendly gesture, it stops him from acting.
“… M- Midoriya..”
He managed, his voice quiet, strained from the overwhelming feelings. This friendship was so precious to Shouto that he’s terrified of damaging it with a wrong move, one wrong word and he could lose what has become his world.
pityfriend :
*jokes about making out with you until it actually happens*
freezeburned:
“..Small objects-??”
Breathing fire too; both of those quirks had little to nothing to do with ‘overwhelming strength’, especially a strength that rivalled All Might’s own. His brow furrows with a slight confusion, his mind wandering over why Midoriya was such an exception to every rule he ever knew about quirks and how they were inherited. Again, it seemed that the smaller of the two had something he was hiding about the issue.
Or, he really did get something from a grandparent, and it’s something far rarer than even being quirkless was. He felt somewhat glad that he was an exception. It would have been a terrible waste if such a great hero was stuck with quirk that had him floating small things towards him. Todoroki side-eyes Izuku quietly, noticing the addition of a rosy red to the littering of freckles that dusted his cheeks; he blinks as it fades, and he wonders if he was just seeing things. He wouldn’t press further, he simply acknowledges the answer with a short nod.
“You are very different. Not just from them, but from everyone. I’m grateful for that.”
Todoroki wasn’t a fool, he knew upon looking back at himself that he was on a dangerous road that could have twisted him into a villain with one wrong misstep. He was still only used as an object by his father, and he was sure that would never change. Yet, whenever he might feel upset or angry over this fact, he could always feel a gentle tug from Midoriya putting back on the right path. He would become a true hero, far better than his father ever could be.
“Have you prepared for tomorrow-?? The written part of the exam, I mean.”
guilt consumed his mind. he didn’t like to lie; he didn’t like to hide things from the other. he’s been so honest with him, & yet he can’t be honest in return. he wanted to say sorry; to take it all back & tell him the truth, but such a thing would be frowned upon, especially after all mights initial coaching. it’d be exposing him too, if he said his power was passed down to midoriya. he couldn’t do that to his idol - no, his FRIEND. one for all was something only a RARE few could experience, & he knew all mights power was dwindling day by day, especially the more time he spends in his more muscular form. yet, he felt bad for causing such a stir in his life, especially since he can barely be a hero anymore -- but it was also for the best, to have a young person inherit such an iconic quirk. he took in a deep inhale, shaking his head in thought. he doubted todoroki would even BELIEVE him if he spoke the truth. it was too farfetched, it was almost out of a comic book. but it was real, he HELD the power of all might, but he wouldn’t be known as such; he was proud to be able to hold the name DEKU. even if it used to have a negative meaning; uraraka turned it into something more positive. he will show the world how those without quirks aren’t USELESS. even if it takes a lifetime or two. he was dragged out of his thoughts when the other spoke, eyes blinking as he took a moment to process it. cheeks began to flush a deeper red, as an initial shock stunned his brain momentarily.
‘ you .. are ? ‘ he felt his heart beat in his chest, his mind grew a little FUZZY with the thought of him being actually GRATEFUL to have him around. hearing positive words escape others was RARE, & god; it made him feel embarrassed hearing it from the other. emotions began to stumble from his mind, coiling around his delicate heart as if it was a snake trying to devour his brain. EMOTIONS to others were always obvious, yet, this one was different. was it the start of INFATUATION -- or was it just simple admiration? he wasn’t sure. it nearly HURT, & he was almost eager to feel it more, but .... it was TOO risky. he would keep his tongue bit for now, as the talk of school interrupted his inner mind. ‘ ... for the most part, yeah. ‘
shocklocks:
❛ — uh, yeah, hence why i said ‘ one of ’. also proceeded by ‘ the. ’ do you have some sort of secret ego in there or somethin’, man? ❜ alright, this much he can comply to, pulling the straw from his lips to give midoriya a little tap on the head with his elbow.
now he’s just kind of amused. rather than passing the kid as he’d been trying to do for half a block already, he opts to instead roll on his skateboard slowly right beside him, head tilted in mild curiosity. ❛ you know, you don’t sit with us at lunch or anything, so i feel like we miss out on all the good gossip. i don’t even hardly know anythin’ about you, dude — like what the hell’s up with your quirk n’ stuff. you seriously been bustin’ limbs for eleven years? is it like an equivalent exchange kinda deal, you know, arm and a leg and your brother’s body for impossible power? ❜
‘ w - wait, that’s not what i was implying at all ! ‘ he was only trying to move the pressure off of him ! here he goes; making a FOOL out of himself. his shoulder jolted upward with the unexpected touch, taking a rather LONG exhale afterwards. playing twenty questions wasn’t quite on his to - do list for the day. especially since it was hard for him to WORD it without exposing his whole secret. he could feel all mights disapproving gaze already; it caused a SHUDDER to slide down his spine. ‘ -- u - uh, well... ‘ how was he supposed to say this ? his hand nervously moved up through green locks, emerald optics looking towards to left. he had to say SOMETHING. he couldn’t just keep dodging the question nor ignoring it. it will only KILL his reputation. something. anything. if he just AGREED to that, when he finally controls one for all it’ll seem strange. swallowing the lump in his throat, he exhaled a quick breath. ‘ not .... exactly, my parents never really let me use my quirk in my younger years - ‘cause they thought it’d be dangerous to others. ‘ a BLATANT lie. he hated making up false statements, but he couldn’t let the truth slide out. ‘ w - which is why bakugou thought i didn’t ... have one. ‘
freezeburned:
“…. Lucky guess. I like Zaru soba.”
He assumed that Midoriya was talking about the pork cutlet rice bowl rather than egg or chicken. Not a bad taste in food, Shouto finds a smile easily starting to form; he wanted to know more about his classmate, more so than anyone else he’s ever spoken with. His interest in someone’s personal life had never really shown before, and his interest in a person’s quirk only went as far as a simple curiosity.
Midoriya seemed to always break all these rules, bend the fabric of Todoroki’s reality and make into something new, better, stronger. Never in his life would he have guessed that a boy like this would flip his world on it’s head in just a short few months of knowing each other. The skin around his left eye tingles slightly under Midoriya’s gaze—— He remembers telling him the story, but whether it was another memory lost from their intense stand off, he doesn’t know. It’s not important enough for him to ask.
Instead, as they enter the cafeteria side by side, he decides he wants to inquire more about Izuku’s life. It didn’t seem fair that he’d shoved all of his own problems and his tragic past on Midoriya without giving a shred of concern to his own. Not that he wasn’t, far from it, he just didn’t wish to push his luck.
“What about your family-?? Do they have the same problem with their quirks-??”
a laugh escaped him at his response - a hand rose to move through his own curled locks. despite parts of his memory of their previous battle being HAZED & locked away in his mind, he didn’t try to let him affect it too much. his body was still healing from that encounter, some bandages around his chest & waist still needed their own time to heal. there’s only so much recovery girl can do to him, & he needed to be patient. but only mentioning that to the other would raise his guilt levels, & he didn’t have it in him to do such a thing. even if todoroki didn’t believe it, it seemed the other did have a heart of gold; it’s just hidden by a straight face & a calm personality. he wanted to see more of that pure heart. from first glance, he thought the other would be a repeat with bakugou - an aggressive entity who would only push him away, even going to lengths to insult him. he was grateful his initial judgement was wrong. even when he gave him a subtle smile, his heart fluttered with EXCITEMENT. he nearly couldn’t tell freckled cheeks began to flush a crimson color, as his eyes moved forward once more. it was silly to let himself get embarrassed quickly like that; he really hope the other didn’t mind his strange behavior. having a stable set of friends was new to him, especially since he always half - heartedly tagged along with bakugou & his gang, just so he can find a place to feel ACCEPTED. even if it hurt to be around them,
‘ my family ? no, my dad could breathe fire & my mom can attract small objects to her. ‘ as far as he knew; they could handle their quirks fairly well. he hasn’t exactly seen his father at all within his life time; only in pictures his mother kept in a photobook. he was aware they were at least still MARRIED. it’d be cruel of him to write him off, it’s not as if he completely ABANDONED them, right ? he never really thought about it until now, his heart felt a tinge of pain within his heart - but it wasn’t worth fretting over right now. he could just bring it up with his mother later when he’s home. ‘ i’m .... a little different than them. i don’t remember what my grandparents quirks were, though - so i think i got their heritage more. ‘
name: astor - noel nicknames: astor / asstore / nyastor
gender: male. he / him / they / them. height: 5′3′’ & 3/4ths.
star sign: gemini. birthday: june 12th.
time: 9:38pm. fav bands: panic ! at the disco / fall out boy / dua lipa / the ready set / ninja sex party / owl city.
fav solo artists: owl city ! song stuck in my head: havana / camila cabello.
last movie i saw: mmm, probably mulan ? when i made my blog: recently.
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do i get asks: eh. URL origin: dekus power comes from a source. dun dun dunnn.
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fav song: an all time favorite will always be concrete by the ready set. dream job: eventually to own my own beauty product line.
dream trip: europe / parts of asia; maybe south america if i could get the chance. nationality: american.
fav food: italian && hispanic.
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freezeburned:
With that decided, Todoroki drops it——— If Midoriya was truly that worried about it, then he wouldn’t push him. He’d definitely ask for a real spar once the embodiment of sunshine was more confident in his ability to control the explosive power within him. Until then, some practice in close combat would suffice.
Cold soba called to him from the lunchroom, and he finds himself more hungry than he thought. Or perhaps this was an eagerness to finally sit with a friend, Midoriya’s excitement—– And his smile, were two things he wanted to preserve. So, they begin the walk together, heading down the halls and hoping they weren’t a little too late after the conversation they just shared. A companionable silence fell over them for a moment, not because Todoroki didn’t want to talk, but simply because he wasn’t sure what to say for a hot minute.
He wanted to talk more, to be able to express himself to Midoriya like everyone else, like a real friend would. Social interaction was not a lesson his father had beaten into him, so he’d just have to take this in stride and hope that Midoriya would forgive him for any mistakes he’d make.
“Um… So … What food do you like-??”
with a simple hum, & with a slight skip in his step. perhaps it was this NEWFOUND friendship that got him so cheery - especially with one of the most INTERESTING people from 1 - A. he couldn’t stop thinking about his quirk; despite it being almost SIMPLE. he had so many questions, & he was extremely interested in seeing what he could do with his fire - side. eyes would glance over at him, looking from his shoulder down to his digits. how he could just BURST this power from his skin was beyond him - & hell, he wanted to see only MORE of it. such a thought could almost be viewed as selfish, admiring his power before the man himself. but he couldn’t help it, he’s spent all his life learning about everyone’s quirks, maybe to fill the void of him not having one to call his own. yet, his eyes glanced up at his scarred face. curiosity peaked on how he got it - but he knew it was a story he shouldn’t pry on. it was alright for him to have a few kept secrets; after all, no one but bakugou knows he was born QUIRKLESS. even though, he’s said it multiple times. thankfully, he only believes he HID his powers until now. which thankfully, hasn’t caused a stir just yet. maybe in time, he could tell todoroki about his past; about one for all. but for now, he’s alright with staying quiet. optics would shift forward, his scarred hand moving upward to rub at the side of his face. god, he never realized how HUNGRY he was. maybe it was because he skipped breakfast, even though his mother INSISTED on at least a bite. maybe he shouldn’t have overslept. his voice caused him to pull out of his trance; blinking a few times in thought. his ... favorite food ? a strange topic; but it was also to be expected. todoroki knew next to NOTHING about midoriya; a small laugh escaped his lips. how silly !
‘ katsudon ! ‘ he nearly yipped out, feeling his SMILE only glow brighter. it was quite alright; he can pick up any slack the other leaves. ‘ -- what about you ? i feel as if you’re probably big on noodle - dishes. ‘ such an ASSUMPTION might anger most - but he LOVED theorizing on others. perhaps in its own way, that could be a quirk. if he put his mind to it, that is.
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gently holds his hand !! totally not gay
two bros, sittin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay. // @freezeburned
his back arched slightly, a shudder sliding down his spine. his hand was SURPRISINGLY cold, & it nearly jumped him. he knew the others hands were usually too warm to handle; or too cold. but.. he didn’t want to let go that easily. digits would press into the others skin, his thumb moving across his cool hand. even if it was ICE COLD, he’ll always hold the others hand if he wanted. affections would NEVER be turned down, especially with a smile like his gracing his heart. maybe, just maybe, he could slowly lean onto his side, his arm was as cold as his hand - but it was alright. it was worth it in the end.
alright, alright, while i slowly fuckin finally put my rules & about page up …. —- like this for a starter !!
i’m late on the gravy train but -- hello, my name is astor, && i’m pretty new the bnha fandom. ✫ my dash is kinda dead & i’m totally interested in finding new roleplay partners. if ya’ll could slide a like / reblog this way so i can check you out, that’d be awesome ! ✫ there’s a few pages on this blog that still needs a little bit of work, but i should be getting to that this weekend. thank you in advance, & i’m excited to write with you!
freezeburned:
“Midoriya… You’ve hit me with your power before, a few times, you came out of it worse than I did.”
Either the other boy was hitting him despite knowing he might kill him, or Midoriya had lost a lot of confidence in his ability. Either way, the notion that he might be underestimating him, had his lips pulling into a thin line for a moment. As they part, a puff of frozen air escapes between them, and he’s levelling the boy with a calculated gaze. He can’t recall him ever hurting another person, only ever himself—- He never had any problems hitting people with it before, so why now.
“We can spar without using our quirks.”
He relents, though he’d prefer being able to actually train himself with someone who could actually hold their own against him. He wasn’t about to ask Bakugou for help regarding this, he’d probably just get told to fuck off. It was frustrating, but Todoroki wasn’t about to force him into sparring like that—– Not like his father. He would never be like him. He shakes his head, letting the tension drain from his countenance; Midoriya seemed to easily be able to work him up without even meaning to. Emotions were difficult, and this boy was making them even more difficult to understand.
“Do you.. want to get lunch before breaks over-??”
he felt as if it was too risky. with bakugou, he aimed upward, he tried to be super careful when battling the other - afraid that if he aimed at a major organ of his body he’d collapse. it was not only dangerous to midoriya himself; he felt as if it could be dangerous to those around him if he really wanted to commit such a crime. he didn’t dare try, however. he could never forgive himself if he ever seriously injured an innocent. that’s why he was in the hero program in the first place. it was his own uncertainty about his quirk -- that’s all there was to it. he didn’t know what power laid within, he didn’t know if it could get stronger after every new successor. but he couldn’t quite convey these anxieties to the other just yet. he’d love to tell him -- he just... didn’t want all might to be disappointed in him again. ‘ yeah, that ... might be for the best. ‘ his mind grew more worried-some - what if he could never control it ? what if he DOES accidentally land a lethal blow? he could’ve done it to bakugou during their class.... god, that sent a shiver up his spine. it was true bakugou didn’t seem to like him that much, but he knew... deep down, he has some sort of respect for the smaller male. at least, that’s what he’s hoping. yet, he was pulled away from his train of thought when the other spoke. he ... wanted to grab food with him? he felt himself grow excited, jumping a little bit as his smile perked up once more.
‘ i’d love to ! ‘
Hey hi, super new todoroki blog here. Just rejoined tumblr and i’m new to the fandom so any help or interest would be greatly appreciated. Just give this post a slap with whatever you feel like. Reblog, like, throw a cat at me, just please help me my dash is dead like my soul
leans on, like a heavy but warm af blanket
a blessing. // @freezeburned
‘ n - ne, are you okay ? ‘ he laughed a bit nervously, he was HEAVY on his back, but he wouldn’t complain too much. he slowly moved his head slightly to move against the others cheek, his smile only being as gentle as it has ever been. ‘ you’re warm ! & a ‘lil heavy ... ‘
‘ && he looks perfect I don’t deserve this. ‘
“ You look perfect tonight. “
freezeburned:
“It was that bad-?? Well, you could watch it on T.V.”
After all, the sports festival was broadcast across the country, surely his family would have recorded it or something. Even if not, there was the internet. Todoroki didn’t think he could accurately explain exactly what happened during their final attacks other than there was a lot of exploding. He was pretty sure the teachers had tried to intervene at one point too, though a little late on the draw. He frowns as he eyes Izuku’s hand again, why he’d go so far and hurt himself so irreversibly for the sake of being a cool hero, he’d never know.
Midoriya’s explanation confuses Todoroki, how could he sound so hesitant and unsure about a quirk he’d had since he was four. Why hadn’t he learnt to control it yet, and why is All Might so interested in him. These questions buzzed inside his mind, but he leaves them unspoken, if Midoriya is working on it then he can only give him a nod. After all, he had his own issues with controlling his power, specifically his fire.
“I’m working hard too, so if you need someone to spar with, I’d be happy to help you, Midoriya.”
that rattled his brain. lying wasn’t his strong suit; especially on the fly like that. his heart felt as if it were to beat out of his chest, he should confine in all might later to see what he should do about situations like this. it was painfully obvious he wasn’t good with his quirk, which is almost unnatural at his age. thankfully, such an excuse was at least acceptable for the other - or he didn’t want to pry him too much since their friendship is still relatively new. watching it on television did cross his mind, but... he couldn’t bring himself to; knowing his mother saw EVERYTHING broke his heart. she had to see a side of him he hoped she’d never learn about; & that alone caused him enough concern. his offer caused his head to perk up, sparring? that would definitely be interesting.. but also extremely dangerous to the other. he couldn’t quite control all of his power yet, & he knew... if he hit him with one for all, he might not make it out alive. maybe .. if it was just simple sparring, it wouldn’t be as bad, right? ‘ -- i’d love to! if it’s okay though; i’d rather have a teacher there to mediate, mostly... because i’m a little afraid i might end up going out of control again. ‘ he admitted; he really didn’t want to hurt the other. he looked down at his scarred, slightly misshaped hand; if this power could do this to himself, he’d hate to think about what impact it would have on another being.