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A starter with @endeavcr

There were not many things that bothered Shouto. He’d been faced with trauma, villains more powerful than even his own father. It was hard to get under his skin, he supposed. But his thoughts were quickly changed when faced with his latest opponent. He wasn’t unused to training with his father - not even after spending weeks at school with his friends - but there were some topics he didn’t know how to approach with the man. 

“Dad.” Had slipped past his lips before he’d begin to think about tips and tricks to help him get the outcome he’d wanted. Training for them both was over for the night but he knew that this was the only time he’d have the chance to ask. “I wanted to ask you something.” 

He’d never been invited to go places with other people his age before. Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida all seemed determined in breaking him out of his shell while simultaneously catching up on all the childhood experiences he’d missed. He wouldn’t have even asked if not for the time their excursion had been planned. They were planning to meet right as Shouto and Enji met to train. Training had only been cancelled a handful of times as Enji was called out on work often. The dorms at school separated them during the school year gave him a hiatus, so he suspected his father would be even more reluctant to allow him to go. 

“Uraraka, Iida, and Mido- My classmates have agreed to meet up tomorrow and offered me an invitation...” 

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hissuccessor replied to your post “��”

It's... It's for you, Todoroki-kun...

“Oh... Thank you, then. If you wanted to show me something pretty, you could have just came.” 

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Plotted AU with @touketsu-nenshou​

Himoto, above all else, hated being known as Endeavor's children. Things were expected from himself and Himuro were expected to be the best of the best. Endeavor alone expected him to become the greatest heroes that could live up to Endeavor's legacy. The moment Himoto was born with a head full of firey red hair and Himuro followed after, hair as white as snow, they were doomed to the same fate.

Himuro was the kinder of them both, the one that his classmates felt comfortable talking to. He was the one who'd ducked out of the Sports Festival and done other things all for Himoto. Yet, Himoto was the scary one. There was no reason Himuro was so endlessly kind, but he was.

"It should've been you, Himoto." This is the first thing he says when Himuro comes into sight. His arms are crossed and he's leaning slightly against the wall. If not for his moving mouth, he could've looked like he was sleeping.

At this, he leans away from the wall and faces Himuro properly. He might appear pissed off, but that's just the natural look of his face. “There was no reason for you to do that.” 

He owed Himuro a lot already, without adding this to his list. He was the older brother, supposed to be looking out for him. Yet, Himoto was always the one being protected. 

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A starter for @delawaresmash​ 

Ever since joining U.A, Shouto had been getting doodles and notes all over his arms. The uniform hid most of the marks, which is what his father would've wanted. A soulmate is a distraction, something that would keep Shouto from his duty as Edeavor's masterpiece. He knew this, yet he could never resist looking. There was nothing more mystifying than watching the messages blossom on his skin. There were all sorts of things scribbled across him, varying from notes to doodles and an occasional message that he felt was too sweet to be for him. 

The first time he’d noticed the writing, he’d been in class and more baffled than ever. Soulmates were a thing children all looked to, some even more than their quirks. He’d never given it much thought before that moment, and the realization left him shaken to the very core. There was someone on the other side of his connection, and they were meant for each other. His response was hasty, a small slew of words that became an erratic conversation between the two. 

They each knew very little about the other, either too ecstatic or too distracted to introduce themselves. Shouto latched to any information he was given, storing it away for later use. His arms became gateways to someone he knew was supposed to be destined for. He, just like so many others before him, wanted to know just who was on the other side. 

With his growing collection of facts, Shouto had a considerable list of suspects. He was sure that they were nearby, as they’d both mentioned the Sports Festival. However, all classes participated. It wasn’t plausible to start crossing names when he was practically running blind on just who they were. Before it began, he’d wished his soulmate good luck. He wanted to win this tournament, but was afraid he was going two see those little words on another person’s arm. He was right to be afraid. 

Anyone could’ve written those words to their soulmate, he reasoned. There was no reason to be so alarmed at seeing those words splayed across Midoriya’s skin. It was childish to let it get to him the way it had. He’d been destroyed in the match that followed after because of it. That was why he’d sought out Midoriya, to test his theory. 

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A starter with @willgravity

Battlefield awareness was something gifted to him in training. It was necessary to keep an eye on their surroundings because it could mean the difference between life and death. He’d noticed the moment ice no longer crawled from his footsteps and he couldn’t feel the heat that was keeping his temperature even. When his quirk clicks off like a light switch, the heaters in his vest click on, and the temperature difference kicks in with sudden ferocity. His right hand is freezing and the other side of his body is scorching. For once, he feels mismatched, smashed between discordant temperatures 

When he reaches for the familiar sensation of his quirk, there’s nothing. No fire at his will or ice in his wake. He’s petrified, grasping uselessly at straws while he searches for his suddenly nonexistent quirk. Unreasonably and effectively powerless, he knows he’s inadequate for the battles raging on around them. To his classmates around him, he’s useless. 

The ache in his arm reminds him that he’s risking frostbite. Even with his heater on, he needs to pull the ice off or risk frostbite. It’s agonizing, slow work to chisel his arm free. It’s interrupted by the churn in his stomach and Shouto notices pieces of ice are floating. 

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"Sit down, tell me what happened. Please?"

Protective Starters | Accepting

Despite knowing where a good amount of his injuries came from, he wasn’t surprised to hear that from Mina when he first passed through her door. “You do know where most of this came from, Ashido.” All of it ached in ways Shouto had forgotten pain could feel like.  

The new ones weren’t too impressive when compared to the scrapes and bruises they’d gotten on their adventure. Those, at the very least, were the ones he hadn’t even noticed until after; He’d been having too much fun with Mina to even think about the trouble they were wreaking. Catching bandits, fighting off beasts, and keeping people out of trouble was their M.O. 

“Did you get in any trouble?” He certainly had, but Shouto had the feeling he’d gotten off easy. “My father was very upset.” Despite the fact that his father’s rage had been as volatile as ever, he still was likely to go onto the next adventure as soon as they had the chance. 

He loved being with Mina more than he liked being at home. 

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"Sit down, tell me what happened."

Protective Starters | Accepting

He’d nearly gotten away with it. 

Sneaking in had been hard enough with the ache in his bones. Every footstep felt like fire poured into his veins and he was ready to drop wherever he landed. That was when Ojiro spoke up. The proverbial kid caught red handed, Shouto sighed and accepted his fate. Sitting down across from him was easy, but venturing to talk about what happened wasn’t.

“I was training.” That’s all he offers before standing and turning to leave. Ojiro is a member of their class, sure. However, that doesn’t mean he’s owed some sort of explanation. This is the first time they’ve really talked and the truth isn’t what their first real conversation ought to be.

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“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!” (imagine lil 5'3 ball of pink barking angrily)

Protective Starters | Accepting

“It’s alright.” Shouto drones for what feels like the third time. It wasn’t uncommon to be injured in his training. Enji was always pushing Shouto to his limits, forcing him to get better or get hurt. The bruises gifted to him so generously weren’t deep, nor were they that impressive. “Ashido, you’re worrying too much. It’s nothing.” 

He hate to imagine what it’d be like to be under her furious glare. She looked ready to maul the first person who even looked suspicious of her supposed crime. Should he warn Enji?