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A/N: A late Valentines post, because i wanted to post this on Valentines but something came up 😭
But yeah, Happy late Valentines guys! -Rose✩
Shoto Todoroki
You didn’t think Shoto was the type to care much about Valentine’s Day, so when you casually mentioned it a few weeks ago, you didn’t expect him to take it so seriously.
“Yeah, couples usually just give each other chocolates or a teddy bear,” you had said offhandedly, fiddling with your pen. “Something simple but sweet.”
Shoto had nodded, deep in thought, and you figured that was the end of it.
Turns out, you severely underestimated just how rich and extra your boyfriend could be.
The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to a knock on your door. When you opened it, you expected maybe a small box of chocolates or a cute stuffed bear. Instead, you were met with—
“Shoto… what is all this?”
Behind him stood two massive gift boxes, a bouquet so large you could barely see his face behind it, and—was that a violinist?
“I got you a few things,” he said, stepping aside to let you take in the sheer extravagance of the moment. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Your jaw dropped as you opened the first box—inside was a designer dress you’d mentioned once in passing. The second box? A brand-new, state-of-the-art gaming console with every game you’d ever mentioned wanting to play.
You turned back to him, utterly overwhelmed. “Shoto, this is… a lot.”
He blinked, as if confused. “Did I not get the right things?”
“No, no, it’s not that,” you said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s just—I was kind of expecting, like… I don’t know, a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?”
His expression shifted slightly, lips parting in surprise. “Oh.”
For a brief moment, he looked almost embarrassed, eyes flickering downward. “I thought… I needed to give you something significant.”
Your heart squeezed at the sincerity in his voice. “Shoto, you could’ve just given me a single piece of chocolate, and I’d still be happy.”
His shoulders relaxed, a soft exhale leaving his lips. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, slightly squished box of store-bought chocolates.
“I did get these too,” he admitted. “But I thought they weren’t enough.”
You took the chocolates from his hand and grinned. “This? This is perfect.”
His gaze softened, relief flickering in his mismatched eyes. “Then… next time, I’ll keep it simpler.”
You tiptoed up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love whatever you give me, Shoto. But maybe next year? Just a teddy bear.”
He gave a rare, small smile. “Understood.”
And despite all the expensive gifts, the thing you treasured most that day was the warmth in his expression when he realized just how much he mattered to you.
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku had spent weeks overthinking what to do for Valentine’s Day. Chocolate? Flowers? A full-on romantic date? Eventually, he settled on something more personal.
A notebook—pages filled with handwritten notes, doodles, and tiny, heartfelt confessions.
You found it waiting for you in your dorm, tied with a green ribbon. As you flipped through it, your heart pounded at the small moments he’d written about.
"The way she laughs when Kaminari makes a bad joke."
"The way she always remembers my favorite All Might trivia."
"The way she’s just… her. And how I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that."
Just as you reached the last page, a knock sounded at your door.
Izuku stood there, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you, um… read it?”
Wordlessly, you threw your arms around him. His breath hitched before he melted into your embrace, cheeks redder than ever.
“I like you too, Izuku,” you whispered.
His arms tightened around you, a relieved laugh escaping him. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”
Katsuki Bakugou
“Valentine’s Day is stupid,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving a box into your hands. “Here.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Katsuki.”
He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Whatever. Just open it.”
Inside was a set of homemade chocolates—rough around the edges but clearly made with care. You bit into one, eyes widening. “Kacchan, this is amazing!”
A blush crept up his neck. “Damn right it is. I made ‘em.”
“You… made these?” You stared at him in shock.
“Tch. I’m good at everything, idiot.”
You grinned, stepping closer. “Then why are you so red?”
His eyes darted away. “Shut up.”
Laughing, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His whole body stiffened.
“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” you teased, dashing away before he could explode.
“…Tch. Dumbass,” he muttered, but the small smile on his lips betrayed him.
Denki Kaminari
Denki had one goal today: to ask you to be his Valentine. The problem? He had no idea how.
A normal confession? Too basic. A heartfelt letter? His handwriting was terrible. A cool, suave approach? Yeah, no—he’d probably trip over his own feet.
So, naturally, he settled on the dumbest idea possible.
That’s how you ended up walking into class, only to see Kaminari standing on his desk, holding up a giant, handmade sign that read:
“⚡ BE MY VALENTINE OR I’LL SHORT-CIRCUIT ⚡”
As if that wasn’t dramatic enough, he pressed a button on his phone, and a cheesy love song blasted through the classroom speakers.
Everyone turned to stare. Bakugou looked ready to kill him. Aizawa, half-asleep in his sleeping bag, didn’t even flinch.
Meanwhile, you? You just stood there, trying so hard not to laugh.
“Denki…” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You do realize I would’ve said yes if you just asked, right?”
His grin stretched even wider. “Yeah, but this was way more memorable, right?”
You shook your head, stepping closer. “Unbelievably so.”
“SO THAT’S A YES?!”
“Yeah, it’s a yes, you dork.”
He fist-pumped. “Let’s GO!”—before immediately shocking himself out of excitement.
Hitoshi Shinso
Shinso wasn’t a big fan of crowded places, and he knew you weren’t either. So instead of a fancy dinner, he knocked on your dorm door at 12:57 AM on February 14th.
“C’mon,” he said, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. “Let’s celebrate before the world wakes up.”
You found yourself at a 24-hour café, sipping warm coffee as the clock struck 2 AM. The quiet hum of the city, the soft glow of the streetlights—it felt oddly magical.
“You really don’t care about all the Valentine’s Day clichés, huh?” you mused.
He smirked. “Not really. But… I do care about you.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “That was smooth.”
“Yeah? Maybe I’m just being honest.” He took a sip of his drink, hiding a tiny smirk behind the rim of the cup.
You reached across the table, fingers brushing against his. “Best Valentine’s yet.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Me too.”
