dabi / tōya todoroki x gender neutral reader; fluff ( hurt / comfort if you squint ), mild mentions of abuse, mild suicidal ideation, pre-established relationship, authors hcs used. if you need anything else tagged, please let me know!
i love writing interactions with dabi more realistically, medical wise. please be prepared for that in all of my dabi works! it is a little awkwardly fit in, but that's on purpose. injuries aren't comfortable.
dabi hated being touched. as a child, it was a cruel reminder of things he wouldn't get unless he was crying by his brothers side. as an adult, it was just a safety hazard. fingers slicked with grease, dirt, and blood touching fragile, rotten flesh? it would definitely end in an unplanned death. and believe him, he had a plan to die.
or, he did anyways. there were always exceptions to rules, bumps in the road that took a perfectly crafted plan, one that he obsessed over for years, and made it violently topple down in seconds like it was a house of cards that had just been beaten with a rock.
you were his rock.
if anyone else did this, he would snarl and threaten to harm them. or just raise his fist and set their face on fire. but you? he only flinchs in mild surprise when you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso like he belongs in your lap.
when dabi leans his head back and presses his nose into the crook of your neck, he finds himself agreeing. he belongs here.
“good morning, baby. you’re up early.” you mutter, twisting both so you can kiss his forehead and give him enough access to your neck that he can inhale against it.
“couldn’t sleep. irritated.” dabi replies with half - answers, lacking the energy and will alike to really put effort into it.
he relishes in the way your hands find their way to the back of his head, carefully avoiding the skin grafts that seem like they're everywhere. itchy on his skin, heatedly harassing what isn't dead as though his mind, body, core, and soul aren't constantly on fire.
...though maybe it isn't so bad right now, when your fingers are icy from the combination of a night under the fan and the disgusting - smelling sanitizer on the counter. when your touch holds him together like dabi is a structure that’ll fall apart if the pressure lets up.
when you hold him together with the little things he’d never let anyone else do.
when you kiss, and dabi lets you hold his face, and you press so gently against it like he really, really deserves to be treated so kindly.
when you help dabi redye his hair, and he really relaxes into it while your fingers card through the whitening strands, careful not to let any dye drip from his hair to his skin. it stains, its not clean, and you know that he wouldn't be able to stand it.
its the moments where dabi comes back to your apartment after a long day of dealing with idiots on the streets to find you there, promising a cold bath and comfort food because its just one of those days where he needs to exist and stop struggling with things he doesn't want to struggle with.
its when he can take care of you like you take care of him, because being useful is something that sunk into his skin and then carved itself into his bones the first time a fist struck his unmarred skin. and while he has since learned you will never be a repeat of those times, it still lingers like a waiting disease.
really, its just you. every touch, every kiss, every mumbled word on the rare occasion he isn't okay with being held or you're just a bit too overstimulated by the horrid - smelling medical supplies that you need just can't apply them onto your body. every unspoken thing that comes with your actions—
‘i still love you’
‘i adore you’
‘just because im overwhelmed right now doesn't mean i dont like you anymore’
he cherishes how easy it is to exist around you, without stressing over something like that. everything you do is a reminder of your love for him, and sparks in his heart a love that moulds him into a person. into something that doesn't only exist to find revenge and then die.
...oh.
thats it, isn't it?
you make him want to live. you make him want to rearrange his plans, make room for a future with you. to, for once in his pathetic fucking life, take care of someone with gentle, kind things instead of with an inferno.
you’ve given him a purpose. and he’ll tell you that when he realizes it, and the day after, and every day that follows that.
but today, he doesn't. today, he basks in your attention, knowing it’ll turn into a domestic breakfast, into a bath, and then a goodbye that’s said like he really, really dreads the thought of being away from you for those six - seven hours of every day when you both depart for work.
today, he loves you. one day, in the near future, he’ll live for you.
MHA request: F!Shoto with an more expressive M!Reader please.
M!Reader : it's seriously amazing how you balance both fire and ice so well! Honestly I'd probably freak out if I had that kind of power! Or..... honestly would die at a young age...
Fem!Shoto : it's not easy... Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly at battle with my own body....
[Y/N smiles warmly, stepping a bit closer]
M!Reader : Yet you handle it with so much grace! Honestly, you're incredible!
[Shoto surprised, her eyes softened a bit and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks]
Fem!Shoto : you always say things like that... It always makes it hard for me to stay composed....
M!Reader : Chuckles... Is that a bad thing?
Fem!Shoto : Of course not... You're the only one who always manages to make me... feel like this... like I don't have full control of my emotions...Uh–sorry... Was that...Too cheesy?
M!Reader : Aww! Of course not! That was sweet of you!
After a long day of classes, Shoto helps you relax.
A/N : This is my first ever anime fic on any platform. Criticism, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy! <3
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You walked into your dorm room, casually throwing aside your bag and laying on your bed with a huff.
You were exhausted. You had the most tiring day at school with three tests and an intense physical activity class that made you so tired you felt like you were going to drop dead.
Then your friends insisted on going to the library for a group study session where none of them studied anything and did their best to not let you do your work either. Thankfully, even with their incessant chatter in the background, you had managed to finish off all your homework.
You heard your door open and then your boyfriend's voice
"Hey."
You just opened your eyes and gave him a smile, too tired to talk.
"I heard your friend say you looked exhausted during your group study session so I ordered some pizza and soda." he said softly while brushing his hair out of his eyes.
You sat and pet the free space next to you, asking him to sit down. You opened the box of pizza and felt your exhaustion melt away a little.
"How did you know this flavor is my favourite?" you asked him.
"You told me on our third or fourth date, when we were playing twenty questions." he answered while pulling out a slice and holding it up to your lips so you could have a bite.
You ate two slices and insisted on feeding him one before both of you guzzled the soda the way drowned men drink water.
You gasped a little after drinking it. "Too much fizz at once. I didn't realize I was that thirsty."
You turned to give Shoto a cheek kiss and a thank you. His soft pink lips stretched into a smile as he pressed them to your forehead.
"Wanna watch a movie?" you asked as you stood up to grab your laptop only for Shoto to grab your hand and pull you back down.
"Let's just cuddle and sleep. I'm tired." he mumbled out with a yawn.
You laughed and pulled him under the blankets before turning out the lights and snuggling into him.
Shoto was half asleep when you kissed him.
"What was that for?" he asked, voice a little gravely.
You smiled from your position on his chest.
"Nothing Sho. I just love you."
He said nothing, but snuggled closer to you and held you a little tighter as both of you drifted off to sleep.
I really liked the concept of this, and I thought it felt unfinished, I thought I would write a part two!
Here’s part one: 1
~Ki
After Dabi had given Shigaraki a piece of his mind, for letting their vulnerable party member go out on a mission, he returned to his room, expecting you to be gone.
As much as he wanted you to stay, he knew better. You had no reason to do so. Why would you?
He opened the door, readying himself for the empty bed that would be before him. Having prepared for that, he absolutely was not ready to see your figure, curled up in his jacket.
Dabi sputtered, unaware of what to do or how to deal with the current situation.
You began to shift, hearing him. He quickly silenced himself, making his way over to you. He brushed his hand over your cheek, the warmth and gentle touch lulling you back to sleep.
Dabi sighed, glad he wasn't the reason you were startled from your slumber... Especially when you looked so peaceful. Your features had relaxed and softened.
This was hardly the face of a villain, he thought, almost bitterly. How could someone like you be so comfortable in a place where a monster like him resided? You deserved better. You were... You were more pure than he was. You were better than he was.
He sighed, allowing himself the moment to admire you. Ever curve of your face, the glow the gentle light basked upon your skin.
He grabbed his blanket and covered your body again. How troublesome.
Dabi forced himself to keep from moving to join you under the covers. To embrace human touch once more. You weren't like him, he didn't have the right to bask in the way you'd made him felt so... So... So human.
It wasn't a feeling he was familiar with. It had been too long since he'd remembered a touch that didn't bring any sort of pain along with it.
You woke back up a few hours later. Dabi wasn't there, but you were covered in a blanket you were certain wasn't there, when you'd fallen asleep. It wouldn't be too out of character for you to have grabbed it in your sleep, but... Something told you didn't.
You got up, holding Dabi's coat close to your body.
You left his room to go find your fellow villain.
He was sitting at the bar, tolerating Toga's usual ramble, while Shigaraki was sulking by the wall.
It was a familiar sight to be sure. You walked past him, casually dropping the long coat over his shoulder as you did, and sitting on Toga's other side.
She didn't stop her tale for a moment, recounting her and Twice's mission, where she had apparantly successfully gotten a hero's blood.
You sat by the other villains, staring at your neatly folded hands, idly listening to Toga. You took in the details of the chipped nail polish from when Toga had insisted on doing them a few weeks ago. Dabi had actually kept his, which surprised everyone, but it melted off on a mission.
Maybe Toga would suggest another nail day. You thought to Dabi, black polish shining on the tips of his fingers, but quickly shoved the thought down.
He was only taking care of his fellow villain. No need to start thinking about all of this. Not about the fact that you could still sort of smell Dabi on your cloths, or that your skin still prickled with his warmth.
You felt eyes on you, though you made no effort to acknowledge them. The coldness of the stare was enough alone to tell you it was Dabi, and those icy eyes of his. They held fire behind them, intense and vibrant, but... They were always so cold, like they pierced straight through you.
You didn't mind it, most of the time.
You were villains. Everyone in the league of villains had a dark gaze, that made their enemies stop and think about the old pre-quirk phrase, "if looks could kill". You were no exception, of course.
But there was something intense about Dabi's stare this time, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. You fought to keep your quirk from activating, and separating out bits of you into the air under the pressure.
Maybe it was because you hadn't thanked him. You didn't want to admit that you'd fallen asleep in Dabi's arms while he was taking care of you on the mission, not in front of anyone else, anyways.
You would thank him, you had intended to. Just not where Toga and Shigaraki could hear.
You glanced to the door, and stood, pulling a package of cigarettes from your pocket, stolen from Dabi's jacket. A good excuse to talk to him again, you figured.
Dabi spotted the package, as you made your way to the door, stepping outside for a moment.
"That little-" He grit his teeth, as he realized you'd stolen them from him. He wasn't nice enough to forgive pick pockets, not even from other league members.
He threw the door open, and stepped outside, his coat billowing behind him.
A light thud hit the back of his head. He whirled around, catching them. He looked up from them to glare at you, those intense blue eyes cutting through you.
"Better watch those pockets, in a place like this." You said, lightly. He glanced at the pack in his hands, and looked back up at you, quizzically.
"Why'd you even take them?" He muttered, noticing the weight hadn’t changed, so they were all still there…
"You wouldn't have come out if I didn't... I- I wanted to thank you." You said. “You didn’t have to take care of me, but you did. Thank you.”
He eyed you, something oddly… oddly vulnerable in his expression. He quickly masked it. “Aww, how cute.” He teased. “Careful doing sappy shit like that around here, it could get you into trouble.” He said, patting your head like a child and going back inside.
Dabi cursed himself, as soon as he was through the door. He pocketed the cigarettes, muttering something or other, that he wasn’t honestly paying attention to, and stalked off to his room. He landed on the bed, and was immediately assaulted by the scent of a sky before a rainstorm. He sighed, again, turning over onto his side, not caring at all that his boots were now on the bed.
He couldn’t get off track. Taking care of you, we’ll that had felt nice. But that was the end of it. Or it should have been. There should have been no reason for you to apologize to a villain like him, never mind the fact that you were a villain also. He should never have let himself get close enough to feel like that.
It was like you gently pulled him open and could see everything he kept hidden, inside. That was it, he told himself. No more letting you get to him, just because you didn’t shy away from his touch one time, when you by all means had no choice.
Dabi told himself that, but as these things always went, that lasted all of three days.
The cold weather had subsided enough for you to safely go on missions. Well, until there was another cold front, anyways. But either way, you and Dabi were out on another intelligence mission. Typical, for the moment. The league was trying to stay beneath the radar for the moment, so intelligence was all anyone was doing.
Dabi couldn’t help but glance at you, when things were slow at the hero agency you were spying on. There really wasn’t much of note, so Dabi found the whole thing ridiculous. But yet, he got the opportunity to look at you. He was telling himself he was just checking to make sure you didn’t start freezing again, and maybe that was some part true. But he also was just looking. Staring, memorizing every aspect to your person.
You said something. He tore his eyes away from your figure, to your face.
”Huh?”
”I said take a picture, it lasts longer.” You rolled your eyes, looking back down at the heroes.
“That’s a dangerous game to play.” Dabi warned, leaning back a little.
”What’s that supposed to mean? You’re the one who’s been avoiding me. To scared to be vulner-“
Your words died, as you looked up at him. He’d pushed you onto the roof, and was hovering over you, dangerously.
”I’m not scared, doll. Not of anything.” He said, slowly. “But you could stand a little more fear, I think.”
You bit the inside of your lip, debating on whether or not to fire back. But with the cocky expression on his face, it was difficult to resist.
”And you could stand a little more tact.” You shot back. Your body splashed down, going around him, so he no longer had you pinned. “Focus on the mission, Dabi.” You said, with a smirk. He chuckled, lowly, shifting back to his original position.
A dangerous game, indeed.
It only got worse, from there. Dabi really should have known better than to let himself think he could just forget the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, let alone think he could get your fierce words out of his mind. But every time he spoke, the more sarcastic he was, the worse you were. You echoed around him, keeping him up at night, thinking about how he was going to push your buttons tomorrow.
The rest of the league was growing rather tired of it. Ever since the two of you had gone on that mission together, you hadn’t stopped. It was constant flirting, back and forth and back and forth.
You were talking to Mr. Compress, discussing the finer points of your quirk, and how shaping your body with water worked. Then Dabi walked in.
Spinner immediately let his head fall onto the counter, waiting for it to start.
You ignored Dabi, at first. But that only served to make him want to antagonize you more. He sat by you, “Well, there are certainly worse quirks, but it’s such a shame how vulnerable you are, doll.” He said, immediately hitting a sore spot for you, inserting himself in conversation.
”You of all people have absolutely no room to talk, bacon bits.” You spun around, to glare at him.
He smirked, “Oh, I don’t think you mind too much.” His smirk widened “The scars make the man.”
”And the ego makes the ass.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not really up for listening to the ramblings of an arrogant, fire-spewing, low rate-“
”Gods, just get a room, already.” Shigaraki spat.
Dabi scoffed, leaning back, disengaging from what had been building to be quite the insult that he'd been excited to counter.
You looked at Shigaraki, who was still standing by the door. You couldn't resist getting in one last word.
"Please." You smirked, "Dabi couldn't handle me."
"Oh no." Mr. Compress sighed, holding his head in his hands.
"That so, sweat pea?" Dabi glared at you, intense eyes splitting through your soul.
"Yeah. That's so."
He stood, moving closer to you, well within any personal bubble you might have had.
"Or are you the one who couldn't handle me?" He asked, leaning in closely enough you could feel the heat of his breath, and all you could see were those eyes.
"Get. A. Room." Shigaraki hissed, as he threw something at Dabi, though missed.
It hit Mr. Compress, instead. You turned, to make sure he was alright, but Dabi took the opportunity of your distraction to pick you up, and sling you over his shoulder.
"Dabi!" You squeaked.
"Boss's orders, doll." He smirked, voice low. You flushed brightly, brain short circuiting. You didn't even think to use your quirk to escape, you just hid your face in your hands, feeling the stares of the rest of the league, suddenly all to aware of Dabi and how close he was to you.
Of course, the arrogant asshole would take the opportunity to embarrass you in such a way. You hadn't thought your playful banter would ever get this far.
So I wanted to share with you guys a post that is close to my heart and something that I am scared to do.... I irl am a person who is Bi-romantic Asexual... it has taken me 1) years to get here, but also 2) a lot of work to love myself and to see that my comfort characters also love me as I am. So I commissioned @eraser-girll who runs both @bnhatexting and @devildomsexting to help me with a chat that dealt with these insucrites.... while I am waiting for the Luci x Mammon x Me one I received my MHA one and wanted to share so that anyone else who is struggling can know they are not alone in this fight!
Fem!reader is hit with a quirk that makes her unbelievably turned on. Todoroki panics because his friend is in pain and he can’t stand not being able to help. Till you both find a way he can.
Warnings: smut, a lot of smut. a tiny amount of angst at the end.
Todoroki was not sure how it happened, or how he could have even let his guard down. You were patrolling with his father, as a part of your internships. Now he never intentionally meant to be, but he was usually really good about making sure he kept you safe. So when you got hit with a quirk from this crazy guy who was running around, making a mess of things, he hated himself.
It was evident that you were in pain, but he just didn’t know how or why. So he sat on the other side of your room. You were whimpering every so often, and thrashing about. Anytime that he would ask if you were okay, he would be met with a loud whine. Recovery Girl said that you would be fine within a few hours, once the quirk wore off. She was extremely awkward about it though, hurrying off quickly.
Another whine, and Todoroki bit back the frustration that was threatening to spill over. He wasn’t one to cry, but this might do it for him. You were his best friend, and saw the best in him before even Midoriya did. Todoroki couldn’t help but also see more to you. The way your laugh filled a room, the way your hand felt against his arm, and how exceptionally talented you were. Overtime Todoroki found himself falling for you, at least he thought that’s what those feelings were.
There had to be something he could do to help. Todoroki stood up and walked across the room. Kneeling down next to your bed. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he brushed his hands across your sweaty forehead. This earned him another loud moan, but this time it was filled with lust.
“Shoootoo,” You whining his name did something to him that he wasn’t even sure how to explain. As if his left side had taken over his entire body.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Todoroki panicked, his hands frozen. Shocked when you sat up so you were face to face with your best friend. You leaned in, and began kissing his neck softly. Todoroki froze, no really he shot ice out of his right hand, that landed on the wall behind your bed. Soon enough you made your way to his ear, catching his earrlobe between your teeth and giving it a slight tug.
“Shoto, please I need you so bad,” You moaned in his ear, and another shiver ran down his back.
“Y/N this isn’t you, this is just from the attack,” Todoroki stumbled over his words as your hands slipped through the collar of his shirt, and you dug your nails into his upper back. This caused him to let out a low moan, a sound unfamiliar to both of you, but a sound you wanted to hear again.
“Shoto Todoroki you listen closely,” You mumbled, finally breaking away from him. Only to start removing your clothes, starting with your shirt, revealing a light grey bra holding your breasts in place, “I have thought about you pinning me against the floor in the training room, and fucking me till I screamed so loud my voice was gone,”
You leaned your back against the ice that was beginning to melt down your wall. Moaning at the cold sensation against your hot skin. You slid your sweatpants off, showing him a pair of lace, blue, underwear, that left nothing to the imagination. Hell they were practically just a string. Shoto felt himself grow harder when you moved them to the side, moaning as you traced the outer folds of your most delicate area.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wondered if you would just put a bit of ice on your finger, and touch me just like this?” You moaned, enjoying the sensation of him watching you explore yourself, “So tell me Icyhot, are you just going to keep watching or should I go grab Bakugo to see if he will fuck me?”
That was all it took, the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. Todoroki snapped and moved inhumanly fast onto the bed. He snatched your hand away from your heat, holding both your hands above your head. Before he finally kissed you. His lips were soft against yours, the thing that threw you off though was the fact one side was colder than the other and the other was burning hot. Apparently he couldn’t regulate his temperatures as much when you had him this distracted.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned as the two of you began fighting for dominance. Todoroki won of course, but he also secretly hoped you would have. His hands released yours, and you instantly went to ripping his shirt off of his. Raking your nails up and down his chest, as one hot hand and one cold hand explored your body.
“God Shoto as much as I am loving this foreplay if you don’t fuck me soon I am going to lose it,” You moaned into his ear, and practically turned him feral. Becoming even more turned on at how intense he was, and how out of control he was. Something so completely out of character for him.
“You’re sure?” He whispered as he slid out of his pants and boxers, then went back to tracing his cold finger up and down your soaking wet core. You let out a moan, nodding your head frantically.
“I’m not doing anything until you say yes,” He whispered, and you let out a frustrated groan.
“Fuck Todoroki yes, please just fuck me,” You begged him, and he happily began to oblige.
He lined up to your entrance, and slowly began to slide inside your warm folds. Both of you letting out collective moans at the sensation. Your hands instantly found his shoulders again, digging your sharp nails into them, enough to where you were sure your drew a bit of blood. Once he was bottomed out inside of you, he sat for a moment. Enjoying the feeling of your body trying to stretch to him, and adapt to him being inside of you. Which you were sure would never happen, you didn’t get a chance to take a full look at his cock, but judging by how full you felt right now... He was beyond average.
“Are you ready for me to move?” He whispered, clearly trying to fight back a moan at you clenching around him. Maybe it was the quirk, but just him being inside of you was about to push you over the edge.
“Yes, please Sho, and just keep going,” You moaned out, feeling yourself clench around his length this time. He moaned along with you, before slowly beginning to thrust in and out. That was all it took to push you over the edge the first time, your body practically convulsing against him as you arched forward. Todorki grabbed your head board, not realizing that he was slightly burning it.
“Fuck Y/N,” His voice was even lower and raspier than before, “I’m going to start moving again,”
You nodded frantically, giving him the okay. This time his thrusts weren’t slow and gentle. No, now he was going at a faster pace, clearly needing to chase his high after that. You could feel the tension building up inside of you again, which sent loud moans out of your mouth. Todoroki’s hands were frantically grabbing at anything and everything, including you. You could smell the fabric of your sheets lightly being cinged. Which made sense because you were sure your skin was red where he had touched you too.
“Fuck, Sho, I am so close again,” You moaned out, and he picked up his pace.
“I am too Y/N, don’t hold back,” Todoroki groaned, leaning down so his face was in your neck.
His rhythm was growing sloppy, but still a bit rough. Your moans began to sync together. Both of you finally taking in the entire moment. His hand found yours and intertwined your guy’s fingers together. Soon enough you were falling over the edge again, and he was right there with you. Moaning in complete unison.
He laid there for a minute, growing soft inside of you. His face buried in your neck. Eventually he lifted himself up, and pulled himself out of you gently. Todoroki stood up and looked in horror at the mess you two had made. You laid there, staring at the ceiling. Trying to register what had just happened.
“You’re going to need new sheets,” Todoroki sighed, sliding his sweatpants back on. He wasn’t even registering that you were slowly beginning to cry. Worried that you had just ruined your entire friendship with him.
“I’m so sorry,” You choked out, sitting up and frantically rushing over to pull on a hoodie. Your hands shaking too much to even focus. Todorki stood in shock, trying to understand why you were crying.
“Y/N?” He sighed, walking up behind you, “I am still a work in progress on this whole process emotion thing,”
“I shouldn’t have made you do that,” You sobbed turning around to face him.
“Make me?” Shoto began processing it all, “L/N you didn’t make me do anything,”
“What?” You sniffed, shocked at his use of your last name. It had been awhile since he had been so formal.
“Everything I just did, I wanted to do,” He grabbed your face with his hands, “I wanted you too Y/N, maybe I expected to have to do more research on first dates first,”
“You were doing research?” You chuckled, as he swiped a tear off my cheek.
“You deserve perfection Y/N, and I plan on giving you just that.” Todoroki leaned down and kissed you gently again.
This was just the start of something oddly beautiful.
[ 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 ] : HI! I loved your Sero fic sm!!! I've sorta had a really bad week, and was wondering if i could request a fic where the reader who self harmed had been clean for good while but relapsed and just broke down in front of todo or bakugou and it was just a lot of comfort cuddles and fluff or smth??? I understand that this can be a triggering topic so i completely understand if you don't want to!!
[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : I'm so glad you enjoyed my Sero fic, dear reader <3 I hope this finds you well and I'd love nothing more than to try to brighten your day and ease some stress a lil w/ some Todo comfort. I hope you like this as well~ :) <3
You stand in front of your dorm's bathroom mirror, your knuckles drained of color as you hold onto the edge of your sink in desperation to keep you grounded from your descending thoughts. Your head is pounding and the room feels like it's spinning around you so violently that you're convinced if you so much as loosen your grip, you'll collapse onto the hard tile beneath you.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, tear stains marking the side of your cheeks, eyes hazy and dull from the aftershock of the violent sobbing you had just finished moments ago. You don't know how or when you got here, nor do you recall exactly what had triggered you. The last thing surfacing to your memory is you sitting on your bed scrolling through your social medias.
With a deep and shaky breath, you bow your head down to your knuckles, your jaw clenching over and over causing your teeth to grind together as you try to calm yourself.
in
and out
Like how your therapist told you to...
But it's not helping. Those awful, terrible thoughts keep creeping into your mind and you don't know how much longer you can keep them at bay. With a silent scream you slam your fist hard on the sink, causing a loud bang to echo throughout your bathroom. Before you can do anything more, you hear the door next to you swing open. Incredibly startled, you shoot upwards and whip your head to the side.
Your met by the all too familiar gaze of the person in the doorway. Shoto is frozen in his spot, unsure of what to do or say at the sight of your blood shot eyes. The desolate expression on your face causing his chest to clench.
"I- I came in to check on you but I heard a loud noise and thought you might be in distress..." he says, looking at you intently, "Are you okay, y/n?"
That's it. That's what breaks you. The final string of control snaps within you as you collapse into the boy's arms, large tears pouring down the sides of your cheeks as you hide into Todoroki's chest, muffled sobs falling out your lips once again. You were not okay, not even in the slightest. Although Todoroki has never been the best at picking up other's emotions and cues, he can very clearly see that something was wrong. He goes to gingerly place his hand on your head in an attempt to comfort you before retracting, unsure of your boundaries.
"Is it ok if I touch you?" his voice low and soothing.
You nod fast against him and you immediately feel his strong arms wrap around you, gently squeezing you in close.
"If you want to talk about what you're feeling... I would like to listen and maybe... help you if I can... Though I'm not very good at it," he murmurs, stroking the back of your head in between each word.
Todoroki may not know what you're going through in the moment but he does understand how vulnerable you may be feeling, mentally, physically and emotionally. He's all too familiar with spontaneous melt downs.
You sniffle as you lift your head off of Todoroki's shoulder and you try to wipe your tears away. Shaky, inconsistent breaths and hiccups falling out of you despite your pitiful attempts to calm down. You look up at Todoroki, your mouth opening to say something, anything but the words simply never come out. Everything clogged underneath the awful lump in your throat. He gives you a sad look, not one of pity but one of concern. Genuine concern for your well being and what he could possibly do to comfort you.
Todoroki lets go of you and cups your face in both of his hands, rubbing your eyes with his thumbs to wipe away your tears.
"Don't strain yourself, y/n. I didn't say you had to talk to me, I was simply saying the option is open when you feel ready..." He reassures you, kindness reflecting in his eyes.
You place one of your hands on top of his, pressing it closer to your cheek as you nod into his palm. Your breaths finally slowing down as you melt into Shoto's delicate touch.
"Would you care to move to your bed?" he inquires, "I don't mind carrying you if you feel too weak to move,"
You lip quivers, tears threatening to burst out of your eyes again but for a very different reason. Your heart warms at Shoto's kindness and willingness to care for you. Completely unsure how to react, this kind of attention completely foreign to you, all you manage to do is nod with a painfully sad whimper. You wrap your arms around his neck and Todoroki takes that as an invitation to scoop you up in his arms. With him now holding you bridal style, he makes his way out of the bathroom and to your bed.
He gently lowers you on the soft surface and kneels near the edge of your bed. You look down at him, murmuring a hoarse "thank you". Todoroki gives you a kind and reassuring smile before hoisting himself back up. He turns around to leave, assuming you don't need him anymore but he halts as he feels your hand grip his wrist, urging him to say.
"Ple- please stay..." You say, "I don't want to be alone right now..." you say shyly, averting your gaze to your legs but not letting go of him.
"Of course. Um.. Do you- can I- uh," Shoto stumbles on his words, getting mildly flustered with how he can't figure out how to phrase what he wants to say.
You let out a quiet laugh under your breath, amused by his unusually flustered demeanor.
"I- I would like for you to come in the bed with me," you say, heat blooming on your cheeks from your request.
"That is er- o-only if you're comfortable... with it," You start to trail off with your last words, thinking you probably sound ridiculous.
Wordlessly, Todoroki lifts up the covers and slips himself underneath them and settles right next to you. You now facing each other, the dimly lit room barely illuminating your faces you shuffle a little closer to him.
"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" he asks. His voice is soft and quiet, making you finally start to feel at peace.
"Is it ok if you hold me...?" you say, your voice hardly above a whisper.
Silently, Shoto wraps his arm around you and guides you to turn around. Your back now facing him, he pulls you into his chest and his face settles right above your head. With his arm wrapped firmly around your torso, you place your hand on his arm and you let out a deep sigh of relief. Feeling so safe, so warm in his strong arms, your worries and harmful thoughts gradually start dwindling away.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, this is perfect... thank you," you reply, sleep tugging at your lids, the amount of energy you drained earlier that night catching up to you.
The rise and fall of todoroki's chest behind you, the thumping of his steady heartbeat and the sound of his even breaths sooths you endlessly. No longer able you fight off sleep, you give in as you're lulled into a deep sleep.
"Good night y/n..." Todoroki murmurs into you right before you completely drift off into the best sleep you've had in a long time.
