Image: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (platonic)
A/N: This was meant to be a headcanon that turned into an image. I think. Really meant for me to let some feelings out. Hopefully it leads to more writing.
You were driving home, almost in a daze as you made your way down the familiar road. Your mind raced with all the things you had to do; you were moving in a couple of weeks and you hadn’t even started packing. Heck, you didn’t even know where you were moving to.
You’d decided that this weekend you’d make yourself start. But every time you thought about how much you had, the more of a task it seemed. You wish you didn’t have to do it alone.
You heart twinged with an ache that you had become accustomed to. You have felt so alone lately. You had friends and your colleagues at work but there was only one person you felt you could really talk to.
You had been friends with the young hero since you’d met him in a soba cooking class.
Despite your aching, you smiled as you remembered how serious he had been. You didn’t know who he was at the time; he had just been your cooking partner. But it wasn’t long until he became your best friend.
You weren’t sure when he became the one person you could go to when you felt down but he had. And it could be incredibly inconvenient, both for you and him. He could be oblivious at times but he had a good heart and always managed to make you feel at ease.
Shouto had even offered to help you with moving, despite needing to ride the bullet train to make it to you. But he’d been so busy with hero work lately that he hadn’t been able to come, even just to visit normally. You’d tried calling him about it but he wasn’t answering his phone. You soon realized that it was inconsiderate of you to keep spamming his phone, so you hadn’t called for a while.
You felt self-conscious asking anybody else for help so you’d decided to just get it over with. Still, as you drove, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if you got home to find the dual-haired boy waiting for you, the half-smile that you loved on his face.
Your heart twinged again as you berated yourself for thinking something so selfish. Shouto was doing important work as a hero. Helping you move was hardly at the top of his list. Honestly, he’d probably forgotten about it.
You let out a shaky breath. No, you were doing this yourself. Just as well; you were too OCD to let anybody mess with your process.
Once home, you made your way inside. As you set your keys down, you thought you heard a noise coming from your room. Frowning, you walked to the door and was about to walk inside when Shouto poked his head out.
“Oh, good, you’re home. I needed to ask you how you wanted to sort the stuff on your shelves.”
With a yell, you stumbled back, landing on your butt as you hit the floor.
“___, are you okay?” Shouto came fully out of your room, a look of concern on his face. You barely registered that he was holding a box.
You answered honestly. “No! What are you doing here?” You didn’t bother asking how he had gotten in; he knew where you hid the spare key.
He cocked his head at you and brandished the box. “I promised I’d help you pack.”
You stared at the box, speechless. Inexplicably, tears started rolling down your face.
“B-but...you’re too busy...y-you’re supposed to be a-at work, doing important stuff.”
Now Shouto really looked appalled and he crouched down so he could look you in the face.
“Keeping my promise and being there for you is important. ___, why are you crying?”
All you could do is keep crying as you shook your head in response.
Suddenly, you felt a poke on your cheek and heard Shouto say, “Hey.”
You looked into his dual-colored eyes, which were as serious as the day you’d met him. You knew him well enough now to know that he only ever looked serious like that when he was passionate about something.
A teary giggle slipped out as he did his best impersonation of All Might.
That brought out the half-smile that you loved so much and he stood back up, holding his hand out to you to help you stand as well. Once you had, he grew serious again.
“Now, how are we sorting your manga? I want to make sure I don’t mess up your categories.”
That brought out a real laugh from you. There was only one other thing that Shouto was more passionate about than soba and his friends: manga.
A/N2: I really realized why Shouto is my favorite while writing this and it kind of surprised me, partly because I’m surprised I didn’t realize sooner.
