p. todoroki shoto x f! reader. fluff.
cw. swearing. light domestic abuse mentions. obviously unhealthy relationships.
wc. 0.8k.
req. for anon. [Todoroki and fem reader dating for about a year and are in the same class. Endeavor may find out from Shoto's siblings or just hear about it somewhere that Shoto has a girlfriend. Since he is trying to change, he wants to be closer to Shoto and meet the reader.]
SHOTO HUMMED CONTENTEDLY AS Y/N gently carded her hands through his hair, the red and white strands mixing together, falling over his part.
She looked away from the television to smile down at him, adjusting her thigh on which his head rested. "Are you tired?"
"A little," he admitted, grasping her wrist and stroking his thumb across her pulse point. "But this is the only time I get to spend with you. That asshole has been coming home earlier lately."
That asshole was Shoto's father, the Number One Hero, Endeavour. Despite the fact that Shoto and Y/N had been dating for just over a year, he was not particularly keen to introduce her to the person who destroyed most of his childhood and left him with trauma he was still working through.
She understood though (she would always try to understand), so she just made sure that they walked home from class together, and she always left before Endeavour could get home.
"Do you want to make something to eat?"
Shoto closed his eyes as he nodded, soaking up the last moments of comfort before rolling over to stand up, politely offering his hand to pull up Y/N after him.
"Can we make soba?"
She laughed, hand twining with his as they walked through the house to get to the kitchen. "We always make soba. I think Fuyumi's a bit disappointed in your nutritional choices."
He made a face. "I'll just put a cucumber or something in there."
She had to laugh again, squeaking when his arms suddenly locked around her middle, yanking her into him.
"Hey." Shoto raised an eyebrow. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not," Y/N giggled, turning around to press a kiss to the most accessible piece of skin she could find (which turned out to be the underside of his jaw).
He was about to return the favour when a throat was cleared at an excessive volume, very evidently by a person who was not Fuyumi, usually the only other Todoroki in the house.
Y/N could see the moment that her boyfriend's eyes hardened, and her heart dropped.
"What are you doing here?"
It was barely a question, the anger in Shoto's voice poorly concealed. His arms tightened around the girl in his arms.
"Fuyumi told me that you'd entered a relationship. I wasn't aware of it, so I naturally wished to greet this partner of yours."
She peeked around his side (he was still very firmly keeping his back to his father), immediately wanting to look away when the steely gaze of the towering Pro Hero landed on her with a frightening intensity.
His usual flames didn't decorate his body and face, but he was somehow more intimidating without them, the implication that they could return at full force at any given moment hanging in the air.
"Fuyumi?" Shoto hissed, finally turning around. A part of Y/N was afraid that he would burst up into flames as well. "What did you say to her to get that particular bit of information? And don't pull that shit about her just telling you, I know you said something."
"Don't think so poorly of me," Endeavour said, surprisingly calm. "Your sister was worried."
Noticing that the situation was about to escalate, Y/N quickly slipped her hand back into Shoto's, squeezing three times.
His eyes flicked back to her, softening back out to the loving expression he so often wore around her.
"You don't owe him anything," she whispered. "But don't worry about me in this situation. I don't mind meeting your ... meeting Endeavour."
He didn't say anything, but he swallowed, inclining his head slightly. She smiled, taking it as a cue to step out from behind him and dip her own head out of respect.
"My name is L/N Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Endeavour."
Endeavour seemed almost taken apart by her direct approach, but all three of them noticed the change in demeanour – an openness, that Shoto certainly hadn't seen in a long time.
He was trying to change. It didn't excuse the years of damage he'd dealt, but it could work towards overcoming it.
Todoroki Enji was genuinely trying to be a father.
"L/N Y/N," he repeated. "Thank you for looking after my son."
Shoto's hand spasmed in her own, but he reclaimed his composure, fingers locking around hers again.
Y/N leaned into him, the corners of her lips lifting. "I think you'll find we looked after each other."
p. geto suguru x f!reader. hurt/comfort.
cw. injury, blood mentions. emetophobia. swearing.
wc. 1.0k.
"SHIT, SUGURU."
He laughed, wincing as he jostled a budding bruise on his upper arm. "You could at least say hello."
"Hi," Y/N teased, bending to his eye-level where he sat on one of the infirmary beds, brushing some of his hair out of his face to kiss his cheek. "Where’s Shoko?"
"Out with Satoru, I think. They got sent to some village in the middle of nowhere to deal with a semi-grade 1. It got a bunch of civilians, so they had to send her."
She hummed to acknowledge the information, busying herself with trying to dig out some medical supplies, since it appeared her boyfriend was still in too much pain to patch himself up. "Where were you this time?"
"Three blocks away. I think the higher-ups set me up, because that curse had to have been close to special grade."
She winced sympathetically, returning to his side to dab with an antiseptic swab at some of his cuts. "Are they making you … you know."
He pulled a black orb out of his pocket in response, rolling it about in his palm once before putting it away disgustedly. "I’ll deal with it later. You were in Saitama, right? Are you okay?"
"Me? Ah, I’m fine." Y/N shook her head, measuring out part of a roll of gauze. "I had to exorcise fifteen or so lower grade spirits, nothing much. I’m more worried about you."
Suguru closed his eyes, tilting his face away from her. "Sorry."
She frowned. "For what?"
"Making you patch me up. I probably should’ve just ingested the curse and gotten on with it."
"Suguru?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
He huffed out another soft chuckle at that. "Sorry."
It didn’t take Y/N long to clean out his wounds (most seemed to be fairly minor at skin level, Suguru was just experiencing a deep exhaustion due to overuse of his technique), but she lingered awkwardly after washing her hands and disposing of the used medical supplies. "Do you want me to leave for this part?"
He was rolling the compacted curse around his hand again, but his attention snapped to her the moment he registered her sentence. "Please don’t."
She pulled a chair up to his bedside, twining her fingers together with his. "Okay. Let me know what you need me to do, then."
Suguru nodded, making face for a brief moment before pushing it into his mouth, his expression contorting into revulsion as he struggled to swallow it in its entirety.
Y/N gently tilted his head back with two fingers, waiting until his throat bobbed as the curse slid down it before she released her support. He gasped, coughing violently with his free hand over his mouth and bending over.
"It’s okay," Y/N tried to say in her lightest voice, though her stomach was twisting at the fact of seeing him in such discomfort. "Let me get some water."
She felt utterly helpless as she raised a cup to his mouth, tightening her grip on his hand and trying to convey her presence with the warmth of her fingers.
"Zero stars," Suguru wheezed, in a weak attempt of humour, downing two more consecutive glasses of water. "Would not leave a good review on Yelp. Please improve customer service."
Y/N giggled, abandoning her chair to squeeze beside him in the pathetically small infirmary bed, pressing close to his side. "Want me to kiss it better?"
"I probably taste gross," he said. "I mean, I want to throw up every time I put that shit in my mouth. It tastes like someone threw up in my mouth."
Not to be deterred, she pressed her lips to his for a moment, immediately yanking back with a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God."
"I told you," Suguru teased, pretending to lean in again.
"Gross," Y/N whined, rolling away and nearly falling off the edge of the bed. "You’re right, it was disgusting."
"I’m sorry," he apologised, a genuine regret in his voice. "I mean, I don’t think anyone should ever have to taste that."
"No, like …" She pressed herself back to his side again, head nestled in the crook of his neck. "That’s fine. I don’t mind tasting that a bit if it makes you fell better. If anything, I’m sorry you have to do that regularly."
They lay in silence for a moment.
"Was that cotton candy flavour in your chapstick?" Suguru grinned.
"Seriously?" Y/N laughed, feeling his body shake with his amusement.
"Answer the question!"
"Yes, you’re right."
"Mm." His hand squeezed her at the waist, fingers tracing a pattern she couldn’t make out. "Tastes good."
"You’re insufferable," she groaned.
"What I am is your boyfriend, Y/N," he smirked, voice cracking in amusement as she pretended to huff. "But I like that chapstick."
She reluctantly prised herself out of his hold to stand and get more water. "Well, you can kiss it off me later. After you’ve brushed your teeth."
"That’s so unfair!" he protested. "You kissed me first!"
Y/N tilted her head over her shoulder to respond. "I love you, but that was disgusting, and I’m not doing it again."
Suguru pulled his legs up to his chest, staring at her with an open tenderness. "I love you too."
She glanced back at him, sighing at his puppy eyes. It took barely five seconds before she gave in and strode back to his side, kissing his temple briefly. "I know. You can kiss me all you want later."
