#shouto headcanons

[sugarwarachan]

shouto is a gentleman until your tits are out - then he’s weighing them in the palms of his hands and rolling your nipples between his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. will remain there even if you put a shirt back on

[shotomuscles]

Looking for a fic!

Does anyone know who wrote a fanfic about Shouto publishing a bibliography of his life including his father's abuse in the book? It was Reader x Pro hero! Shouto. I saw it months ago, but realized i never bookmarked after my safari crashed months ago. It was on A03, not sure if its on tumblr as well

[shiggybrainr0t]

shouto todoroki x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: reader has hair that can be tucked behind their ear, reader is bullied, forced self-harm (forced to pinch their cheeks)

a/n: this is my entry for @bloompompom ‘s “to all the fictional boys I’ve loved before” writing collab!!! the rom com I chose was ‘Ella enchanted’ because I instantly knew Shouto would fit perfectly ❤️ thank you for letting me join!! i love this but I also think it is not my best work and kind of cringey 💀 this was also inspired by many kdrama cliches djsjsks

summary: you have a quirk that makes you obey every command you are given. if only there was a prince who could come save you? or better yet, help you save yourself.

You're six years old when you develop your quirk. Your parents had taken you to the doctor, scared that you were quirkless, which in turn made you scared as well. The doctor reassured them that everything seemed fine, and your quirk should develop soon. Who would have thought that being quirkless would have been better.

It happened one day in kindergarten. Your then best friend was mad at you because you didn’t want to play dodgeball, and instead wanted to sit in the sandpit. In the heat of her anger, she screeched at you to “go eat rocks!” only to be shocked whenever you stiffly got up and did just that.

Your teacher was horrified when she was dragged over by your friend to see you, with gravel filling your mouth and tears running down your cheeks. When asked why, all you could simply muster was that you had too. You ended that day with a trip to the ER, multiple cuts inside your mouth, and a broken tooth.

Looking back, your quirk probably had already developed. You were known to be a very obedient child— it just took something extreme to clue everyone in. And it would only go downhill from there.

Your parents didn’t mean to take advantage of your quirk. Normal parental comments like “eat all your vegetables” and “go clean your room” just meant that you couldn’t talk back and had to follow the commands instantly. It became a habit almost to voice their requests as demands instead of suggestions or requests. You couldn’t fault them for it really. Especially not whenever they praised your good behavior in front of others, always so proud of their perfectly behaved child. Eventually, when you stopped talking as much and began secluding yourself more to avoid the feeling of your body and mind being forced to do something, they didn’t really seem to notice.

It was a day in your last year of high school that you met Shouto. You had always noticed him of course. Your general studies class and his hero class had been keeping the same lunch time for your entire high school career. He was princely in his stoicism. Perfect face not marred by his scar, only enhanced. He moved like an elegant dancer— every move calculated and on point. It would be no surprise to anyone that you had started harboring a crush on the fellow student. Who hadn’t had a crush on him would be the better question.

Alone at your table in the corner, you’d admire Shouto and his friends at lunch. They always looked like they were so close— the whole class did to be honest. Deku and the others were the only ones who you ever saw crack that perfect facade. A tiny smile here, a barely wrinkled brow there. It was magical to watch. The prince and his court.

You were glad he had made friends. You couldn’t say the same. Try as you might, you just couldn’t keep your quirk a secret. And once one person knew, it wasn’t long until there were many people taking advantage of it. You had gotten by relatively unscathed so far. You mostly got orders to do others homework and class chores. Many afternoons it was only you left in the classroom working away without choice, trying to finish the class chores before dark.

Your only reprieve came in the home room teacher of said prince: Aizawa. He had learned of your quirk, and it only took him one afternoon seeing you doing the chores alone for him to figure out the bullying. You refused to tattle, knowing that it would only make things worse, but he was able to release you from the power of your classmates’ demands.

You were given a strict suggestion, not an order though this time you don’t think you would have minded, to come find him anytime you needed his help. No adult had ever helped you like this before. All of your parent’s friends fawned over your quirk, and lamented about how they wished their own children had developed the same quirk. They had no idea.

It was an afternoon where the sun was shining brightly. A perfect day for something ugly to happen— especially to someone with luck like yours. There was one girl in your class who always had it out for you. You didn’t know why, you had never even talked to her. Your attempts to remain unseen unfortunately did not work this day, because for some reason the most popular boy in your class had decided he thought you were cute and voiced that to his friends.

Enraged, the girl hissed at you after class in a voice filled with venom, “He won’t think you’re cute if your face is full of bruises. Pinch yourself and don’t stop.” As your body filled with syrupy static and your hand raised to your cheek to grasp it in a hard pinch, you fled to try and find the only man who could make you stop.

By the time you made it to the hero department, your cheeks were sore and tears had filled your eyes. You didn’t even notice the prince you had always admired from the top of your tower pause as you sped by, face marred by a frown at your distraught expression.

The pro hero was obviously unamused by how you refused to tell who had made you pinch yourself. A trip to Recovery Girl however had you right as rain, and you were honestly ready for the day to just be over. The last thing you were expecting was Shouto to be standing outside the nurse’s room waiting for you. His face serious and his large arms crossed over his chest. His uniform fit him perfectly, you noticed, like it was tailored just for him.

“I’ve heard about you.”

Your mouth dropped open without your permission . His voice, deep and smooth, glided over you like water and cooled on your skin.

“You have a quirk that makes you do what people tell you to do.”

You had heard about his blunt nature, but hearing it for the first time in person shocked you. At your timid nod, his brow furrowed, and his eyes gave you a once over quickly.

“You can come get me. If you ever need help.” With this statement he pushed off the wall, and without a goodbye walked away.

You tell yourself that it’s just in Shouto’s nature to help people in need. He is in the hero course, so naturally he would follow you whenever he saw you were distress. Shouto being, well Shouto, makes it very hard to keep this in mind.

After the pinching incident, you seemed to have become a target for your classmates’ anger and frustrations. One classmate failed an English test, and to make themselves feel better they ordered you to jump on one foot until you couldn’t anymore.

Eventually left alone in the hallway, your jumping not being entertaining enough to them anymore, your saving grace came in the form of your prince. You don’t know why he was in the general studies section of the school, but you couldn’t complain— multiple students had walked by you with barely a glance. He walked over to you quickly and put a hand on your waist.

“Stop.” His voice cleared the haze in your mind making you obey, and his cool hand kept you steady as you wobbled, unstable after jumping for so long. Shouto straightened your uniform jacket with nimble fingers before walking away, leaving before you could even say thank you.

The next big incident came in the form of you being told to dump your glass of water over your head in front of everyone in the cafeteria. You quickly ran off afterwards, and your prince followed only a few feet behind.

Staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, your shoulders dropped. The bathroom door opening suddenly made you whirl around, heart racing whenever you saw the signature two toned hair of Shouto.

You had never seen this much emotion on his face before. He looked angry as he stalked over to you. He grabbed the paper towels you were using to dry yourself, and his hand raised up close to your face. The air around you turned warm. Steam surrounded you as he evaporated the water from your hair and down to your shoulders. You were reminded of how you would sit in front of the heater after playing in the snow as a child, defrosting contently.

“Why don’t you tell the teacher who does this?” His voice was soft, a contrast to his angry demeanor.

You looked up at him, and saw how genuine he was. He cared so much about the wellbeing of a stranger. A prince indeed. You decided to take a big step, and tell him something you’ve never told anyone.

“I-I can’t.”

Your voice was meek, and his face turned stoic as he took in your answer.

“You can’t, as in someone ordered you not to.”

It wasn’t a question but you nodded nonetheless.

“You know there is a loophole for this, yes?” He said it so simply, no judgement in his voice, only the same warmth.

With a sigh, you begin to explain. “Their dad is my dad’s boss, and somehow they figured this out.”

With a hum, Shouto grabbed a strand of your hair between his nimble fingers. He twirled it around before tucking it behind your ear and smiling. It was like looking at the sun.

“I think I can help.”

He held your hand as you both walked back to the cafeteria. It was his fire side, and the warmth radiated up your arm and into your heart. Before you both entered the cafeteria, he spoke.

“I know you can’t verbally tell me who is responsible for this, but whenever I point them out I want you to squeeze my hand. I already have some idea.”

To show him you understood, you gave his hand a shy squeeze. This made him send a small smile your way, and you could feel the breath physically leave your lungs.

Shouto confidently walks you to the right table, leaving a quiet room after him. Everyone seemed shocked to see you both hand in hand, except his friends. Glancing over quickly you could see that Deku and Ochaco had large grins on their faces, while Iida was nodding in what you could only interpret as aggressive approval.

Your classmates stared at the both of you in trepidation as you and Shouto came to a stop in front of their table. Without saying anything, Shouto quickly pointed at the girl who had always had it out for you, and made sure the rest of the class began to feel the same way. Surprised he knew so fast, you squeezed his hand, heart beating furiously.

“I see.” Was all he said, and you watched as the girl’s face turned pale in the glory of his ire.

The next few days seemed to happen in a blur. Shouto had taken you straight to Aizawa to tell him who your tormentor was, as well as the concerns that held you back from using the loophole of your quirk sooner. The next day, the girl and her family met you in Nezu’s office to apologize.

They bowed to you, and the father told you that he was relocating himself and his family to South Korea, so there would be no worry of any retaliation against your father. Your father might even get a promotion. You noticed how pale he seemed as he looked at the tall figure looming behind you, icy hot eyes staring the man down.

Later that day, you stood shyly in front of a stoic Shouto, trying to put into words how grateful you were.

“That wasn’t the first time I had noticed you, you know.” He spoke first.

“What?”

“I’ve um. I’ve always thought you were really pretty.”

Shouto looked away from you suddenly, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. A soft pink highlighted the tips of his ears.

“I’ve always thought you were really handsome as well.”

Shouto’s head snapped back towards you in surprise. Before he speaks, his eyes focused over your shoulder and his expression crumpled. You looked behind you, shocked to see Deku, Ochaco, and Iida peeking out from behind the corner. Deku was exaggerating his expressions and mouthing “ask them out!” They spot you looking and quickly popped back behind the wall.

You laugh brightly, and find your confidence.

“Will you go out with me, Shouto?”

[zerwow]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𑗋 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𑗋

𑗋 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𑗋 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𑗋 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃

𑗋 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 “𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝” 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲

𑗋 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𑗋 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

𑗋 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧

𑗋 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𑗋 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

𑗋 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬.

𑗋 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬

𑗋 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭

𑗋 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 “𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫,𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜. 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐅𝐮𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

𑗋 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𑗋 “𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲” 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𑗋 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦/𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤

𑗋 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𑗋 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𑗋 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧!! 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲

𑗋 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𑗋 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𑗋 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦“𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞”

𑗋 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.

𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐇𝐀, 𝐃𝐫. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬)

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𑗋

[kooocho]

todoroki shouto aesthetic

how i imagine his vibe.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Random headcanons

It is what the title suggests, random headcanons about different characters, I will be adding more along the way. This is mostly NSFW, so as always:

Please do not read if you're a minor

Check out also : Aizawa • Deku • Bakugo • Dabi • Hawks

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Todoroki Shouto is unbelievably oblivious to your advances.

You can strut around the house in nothing but one of his tank tops, and he would simply peck your lips and give you one of his warm smiles as he calls you "cute".

You can walk in on him while he showers, strip down and demand to join him, and he would innocently step aside to give you room before helping you lather your skin and shampoo your hair.

And it's not that he doesn't care about doing anything further, it's just that he's an airhead who takes everything literally.

However, and on the off chance that he actually understands the hidden meaning of your words —or when you finally give up and declare your intentions— well, God have mercy on your soul, and pussy, because he will rail you until your mind goes blank, until only one thing remains in your head: him.

He will make up for all the times he was unaware of your wishes, pleasuring every cell in your body, slowly, thoroughly, all night long..

[urfavslav]

because of this I am so mentally ill about this topic. credit to them for the idea ! shouto ends up with a cooking hobby. gender neutral reader (not reader focused) tagging og inspo @tala-of-the-valley

shouto todoroki with food as his love language.

shouto who offers to order out for the both of you when training I'd over and you are both tired to the bone, but he wants to make sure you feed and nourish your body.

shouto who spends his weekends practicing how to make his favorite; cold soba. while he knows bakugou is probably the best chef and could go to him for tips. he works on his craft alone because he probably grew up thinking the lath to greatness is a lonely one.

shouto who when he friends talk about going to eat out for lunch, offers to cook for them, because when something he's created, helps someone ? his soul feels warm, soft and full.

shouto who when his friends are feeling down, gets them a little treat/snack and writes a little message on a sticky note, hopefully conveying the smallest of this emotions.

shouto who once his mother's out, takes her out to eat, nothing to fancy, nothing to dull, just right. a way of trying to reconnect with her.

shouto who tires to bring his family back together by the dinner table.

shouto todoroki who shows his affection by making sure his beloved friends and family eat well.

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[shotorozu]

pretend boyfriend

(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)

note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw

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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.

“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”

“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”

what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.

“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”

you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)

but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.

sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.

(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)

but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.

you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.

you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”

they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.

this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”

there’s a beat of silence.

“i’m still expecting a picture.”

your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.

and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.

“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.

shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.

“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”

shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”

“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.

“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.

shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”

“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”

you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”

all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.

but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.

“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”

“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”

“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”

he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”

“yeah..”

“if only there was someone available to help.”

“yeah—”

“someone close to you.”

“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,

you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,

“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.

you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.

“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”

your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.

the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.

besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.

additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.

you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”

before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”

you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.

“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”

oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.

“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.

“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”

“now would be good.”

“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.

getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.

after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.

you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)

you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.

the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.

he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.

“let’s do a retake.”

you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”

“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”

you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.

not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.

“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”

“if i may.”

“of course you may,” you encourage.

“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”

shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.

eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.

the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.

making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.

but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.

although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.

and you two seemed like a couple indeed.

“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.

“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”

your brain buffers, “huh?—”

and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.

you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.

and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”

he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.

“so why… after all this time?”

his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”

he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”

“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.

a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.

though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.

“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”