Todoroki had been worried sick. It just wasn’t fair. They went their separate ways at the beginning of the summer, after finishing with the sports festival, but before that... He had to confess, he didn’t usually act on his emotions, but when he did, it was because it was truly intense, something he couldn’t doubt. There was no room in this case. Midoriya changed his life the day they fought, simple as that. Afterward, it was like the whole world had shifted. All from a few words... Well, he had to share a few words of his own. “I like you.” Before leaving for his internship, he made sure to tell that to him. There was no one else he would trust that much, with his past or with his heart. “So, I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”
All that time spent working during the internships, only to have this very specific disaster occur. Midoriya had been kidnapped before his very eyes, only to go off the grid completely for weeks on end. Todoroki tried arguing that he should be looking, as one of the few who saw him or spoke to him before he was taken. Who knows; maybe with him, they would be better able to locate him, but no matter what he was barred from the search. It was infuriating. Giving his testimony again and again, when he should have been out there looking... Midoriya was finally found by a bunch of pro heroes, Todoroki’s father included, but he wasn’t quite the same. Something happened in the warehouse where they found him that police couldn’t quite describe.
Not that Todoroki was content with that answer, but it was the official response. No one informed him otherwise, even of what might have happened. It must have been horrible. It must have been torturous. He couldn’t imagine Midoriya coming away from any battle without a few scars, but he always saw that as literal, and therefore nothing he couldn’t handle. Todoroki wouldn’t care if he had a few more, even if they did remind him of what happened back there. Honestly, the weathered hero look suited him well.
Midoriya went to the hospital, where he wasn’t allowed any visitors. There were many rumors cropping up among their classmates about what might have happened, such as his arms being broken beyond repair, so he had to be in physical therapy after having them cut off... Even after he was released, Todoroki wasn’t allowed to see him. At least at this point, he was able to send well-wishing messages and gifts. It wasn’t something he was used to doing. Before going to U.A., he didn’t have many friends, let alone someone he liked. He decided to go with something simple. An elegant card (his sister helped him pick it out) that read, I can’t wait to see you.
After a few more weeks, Aizawa-sensei announced that Midoriya would be returning. He advised that the students treat him as normally as possible, but to bring up more positive memories, as that might help him get used to being in school again, and get him well as quickly as possible. Todoroki spent all his time after class waiting to greet him. He wanted to be the first one the other saw, to tell him how much he’d missed him... maybe even make some plans for an actual date. The hours ticked by, however, and as it got later and later, Todoroki fell asleep...
He woke up in the middle of the night with a start. It was after 11pm... Midoriya must have gotten back by now. Heart beating fast, he rushed down the hall to find his room with the door open. “Midoriya--”
There he stood, blank expression on his face, as if he didn’t even recognize him. His arms and legs were covered with scars in strange patterns, not inconsistent with torture methods. He looked exhausted. He looked so much worse for wear. This was not the same as the Midoriya he’d come to care so much for. Todoroki nearly choked on his words. “What did they do to you?”
It was, admittedly, Bakugou’s fault. Adjusting to the noise cancelling aids was taking time. It worked too damn well which was of course the desired effect. But having the sound of his own explosions cancelled out was screwing up his judgement of just how large his explosions were.
While testing out the aids and trying to figure out just how much noise they could silence, he’d pushed it too far. It wasn’t like he meant to shatter his arm. Wincing, Bakugou glared down at his limp arm. It was throbbing with pain and it felt like glass was tearing into his muscles. It wasn’t pretty either, skin torn open from the pressure.
“No shit, Deku,” Bakugou hissed, shrugging off the other’s concern. “I could figure that one out on my own.”
Todoroki was drunk – obviously so. His slurred directions were so vague: a tall building to his left, a red car to his right, a house with a red roof and a fat cat on the porch… It had taken Midoriya over half an hour to find out where his friend had wandered off to, and it was only thanks to the GPS in Todoroki’s cell that he was able to track him down at all. Fortunately, he wasn’t too far from Midoriya’s apartment.
He didn’t mind braving the streets at this hour of the night. He would’ve much rather gone through the trouble than leave Todoroki wandering the streets at this hour, especially when he was so drunk. He was surprised Todoroki was even drinking at all; of all his friends, Shoto was the most level-headed and responsible. Seeing him like this was a little worrying.
❝Yep, you sure are!❞ Midoriya took Todoroki’s slack arm and pulled it over his shoulder, helping the man to his feet. ❝But don’t worry about it! Let’s walk to my apartment, okay?❞
Todoroki couldn’t possibly have said what had happened at this point. All he really knew was that he’d started drinking and hadn’t stopped. It worked out well enough for him, all things considered. He was having fun. He wasn’t even ready for the night to be over, but he had to leave the bar because he could just hear his sidekicks nagging him about his poor choices. It wasn’t like he did this often... He deserved a break every once in a while, didn’t he? He scowled as he wandered, the effects of the alcohol still strong.
He’d had so much to drink that he couldn’t even walk in a straight line. It wasn’t like the bar was far from his apartment, so he set off, only to get himself hopelessly lost. He just knew he made a wrong turn somewhere, but he couldn’t remember. He’d been focusing too hard on not appearing so inebriated, and he failed at that. So, he called the one person he knew he could trust at a time like this: Midoriya.
“What took so long?” he slurred once the other had arrived. In the time it took for him to get there, he’d managed to find a liquor store and get even more to drink-- if only for the purpose of maintaining his buzz. It was such a fuzzy, freeing feeling. Perhaps, though, he’d gotten a little more than he bargained for. “Midoriya! I’m really happy to see you...”
He smiled broadly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he got up. At least Midoriya could support his weight. He tightened the arm around his shoulders in a one-armed hug, empty bottle in his other hand. “Whoa. You have so many freckles. Did you know that?” He suddenly got the desire to count them all, now that he was close enough to see them. “It’s really cute. No wonder you’re such a-- *hic*-- popular hero.” Laughing, he leaned on Midoriya for support. There was definitely no way he was going to be able to walk on his own.
“Okay! Off to Midoriya’s!” God, why was it so funny to him? “Thank you sooooo much for coming to get me. You’re the best.”
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"Do you have to eat it like that?"
Toga loved the League, she really did, but sometimes they could be such sticks in the mud. When she’d heard the icecream man outside their hideout, most of them had berated her for wanting to go out. The only ones who seemed to share her love for icecream were Big Sis and Jin, bless their hearts. They were the only to support her in her icecream endeavours. So, when she slipped out in a disguise, she bough icecreams for only them. Now everyone else was icecream-less and it was their own faults.
She was very much enjoying her icecream thank you very much. Humming and giggling when it dripped down her hands. It was sticky like blood and she had to bend her head to lick along slender fingers.
“Hah?” Blinking, Toga stared innocently at Deku. “Why? What’s wrong with the way I eat?” So she liked to take long licks of her icecream. What was so bad about that. Pressing the fingers of her free hand against her lips, Toga’s eyes narrowed in sick glee. “Are you embarrassed?”
"Help me with my costume!" (Deku and Kirishima, canon)
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“Oh of course dude!” Kirishima replied.
He had already mostly gotten his costume ready, so when Midoriya came over to him to ask for help with his Halloween costume he didn’t hesitate to say yes.
“What were you thinking of for it? If it’s super complicated i might not be able to help much.” Kirishima could use a needle pretty well, but anything beyond that was outside of his skill set.
The demand was spoken too late. Midoriya was already here, chest pressed flat against Bakugou’s with his mouth lingering dangerously close to his ear.
Gloved fingers curled around the front of his throat, nestled between the rectangular collar of his hero uniform. His neck was soft and exposed. It was too easy to sink his fingers in and squeeze.
❝You’re not being cooperative, Kacchan… I’d like it so much more if you were.❞
Bakugou wasn’t sure if this was real. If this was some sick joke, or if he really was standing toe-to-toe with a ghost. But fuck if this guy wasn’t a spitting image of Midoriya. Called him that name too, a name he hadn’t heard in years. It was enough to give him a pause, a moment of freakout, and let the villain get too close.
Choking on the hand on his throat, Bakugou’s hands instantly slipped between their bodies. From this close, this was going to hurt them both. But Bakugou had to get him away. He couldn’t hesitate. Panic attack or not, Bakugou had to make a move. The thrashing of emotion could come after.
“So-sorry- Mi-dor-”
Setting off an explosion, Bakugou cried out in pain from the backlash, heat, and deafening sound.
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In retrospect, he should have been more cautious. He let himself get carried away and blinded himself with his pride. He just wanted to come out on top. Win. Revel in glory and praise. If he could showcase his quirk and the effectiveness of it, by stealing the flashiest quirks at this year’s sports festival, then who knew what kind of opportunities would await him!
Calculating smirk in place, he chose his target. It was still the first round, but if he could make an impact here and now, then the results at the end of the festival wouldn’t matter so much. Besides, he knew he’d make it to the finals again this year. He was confident, but if he could take this quirk and make it his own... yes...
Running forwards, he reached out and ruffled Midoriya’s hair. Warmth spread throughout his palm and up his arm at a pace he should have considered alarming, but he thought nothing of it. He knew next to nothing about Midoriya’s quirk except that it gave him unparalleled strength-- a simple power-enhancing quirk, he thought foolishly. That should captivate the audience. He would clear a path for himself with a single punch, decimate the ground, and stun the crowd.
He turned to blow a kiss in Midoriya’s direction-- face smug.
That’s when he felt it.
There was no way Monoma could have known the training necessary to wield Midoriya’s quirk. There was no way he could have anticipated the way even just a fraction of this borrowed power would sear his bones and tear his muscles.
Pain shot throughout his body instantaneously. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. He simply fell to his knees-- eyes wide and blank as his face paled.
Never in his life had he experienced such agony as his body strained to contain the power he’d stolen.
What kind of power was this?
It felt like his body was being torn apart from the inside.
“Wha--” he tried to ask, but pain closed off his throat as he grit his teeth and doubled over-- fighting back the urge to scream in agony.
He hadn’t even tried to use it, yet. What was happening to him?
He didn’t know if he could stand five minutes of this, but when he blacked out, in the middle of the course, he was sure he was dead.
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Maybe he’d had a little too much to drink. He had a habit of doing that, you know-- having a little too much. Even so, could anyone really blame him?
They probably could.
But he just wanted to have a good time! At least he wasn’t an obnoxious drunk!
Except... he totally was.
At least he was affectionate!
Drink sloshing in his hand as he fell into the seat beside Midoriya, Kaminari wobbled dangerously-- nearly falling out of the stool before he managed to take a hold of the other’s arm and right himself.
“Mi-Midoriya-chan!!” he all but shrieked as he laughed and struggled to keep himself upright.
“No... is.. is it, Deku now? Number one hero? You there yet?? Deku!!” the blond continued to laugh as he pitched forward and crashed into the man’s chest.
“Ah... so sorry...” he mumbled while trying not to laugh against him.
Tilting his head up, golden hues met green and he couldn’t help but beam at his friend before shifting so that he was in a position to nuzzle against the man’s cheek and press his lips to the corner of the other’s mouth.
Laughing, he peeled himself away, nearly falling backwards before he managed to grip the bar top.
“You can... keep the change~” he giggled nonsensically.
