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I promise this is nice. Body swap between todoroki and Midoriya :)))

THANK YOU! See, isn’t it nice to ask for something that isn’t angsty to hell and back? xD Love you, hope you enjoy this lol

Theycrashed into each other when the villain threw Izuku against Shouto, fallingdown to the ground in a flurry of limbs and rolling away from each other, headsspinning for the longest time as they jumped back to their feet and faced himagain. Izuku called upon the power of One for All and… And nothing happened.

“Huh?”The surprised noise came out much deeper than he was used to and he cleared histhroat, not really knowing why his voice was suddenly so different yet sofamiliar. With a cackle, their foe turned and started to run.

Heturned to his side, to Shouto, a surge of panic coursing through his veins whenhe saw himself standing there instead, his eyes widening at the look of confusionon his face as he stared at his own hands.Looking down, a high-pitched screech left him, or rather, left Shouto? Hetouched his face, his fingers coming into contact with scarred skin over hisleft eye, and Izuku shrieked again, the noise so uncharacteristic in Shouto’svoice that it only made him want to scream more.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad.

“Midoriya.”Izuku turns to himself, the image still giving him whiplash, the entirelyneutral expression on his face looking so incredibly out of place that he wantedto wipe it off. “This isn’t ideal, but we have to stop that villain before hecan cause any more trouble.”

Izukunodded, trying to wrap his head around the situation. This wasn’t the weirdestthing to happen to him. He ate All Might’s hair, this didn’t even begin toreach that level of weird. Although, when thathappened, it took him almost one entire semester to manage to use that quirkwithout breaking all of his bones. And now he was supposed to learn how tocontrol Shouto’s in the span of a few seconds, preferably.

This is bad.

“Myquirk isn’t that hard to use, just use your instincts.” Shouto told him,already starting after the villain and calling the incident in to requestback-up.

Witha quick shake of his head, Izuku began running too, following Shouto in hisbody and trying to conjure a flame or some ice on the palms of his hands as hedid, noting that nothing was really happening. It might be easy for Shouto, whohad been using his quirk for all of his life, but using his instincts wasn’treally working for Izuku. He had to understand One for All’s energy output tobe able to control it, how was he supposed to just know what using fire and icewas like?! That wasn’t something he could pretend to be familiar with! He couldat least thank the gods that he didn’t have to learn how to walk in Shouto’sbody all over again, that would’ve been extremely awkward… And the fact that henearly tripped as soon as that thought crossed his mind was in no way ironic.

Theireyes laid on the villain a little ways ahead and Izuku shot Shouto’s, well, hisright hand forward, trying to send some ice flying his way, and managing tolook like he was reaching uselessly for him. Great. Attempting to use the leftone now, Izuku’s focused on willing his body temperature to rise, thinking thatmaybe the ‘egg in the microwave’ analogy type of approach might be useful inthis instance as well, and picturing a flickering candle.

Thatseemed to work… If his objective was to set himself on fire, that is. His wholearm lit up like the fourth of July, bright and very hot and not at all shooting forward, or sideways, or anywhereat all, simply sticking to him and his clothes and making him wave his armsdesperately to put it out. The longer he flailed, however, the larger the flamegot, and Izuku let out a desperate whine as Shouto stopped running and turnedback to him with what he might have identified as concern if he wasn’t too busytrying not to become a human half torch.

This is bad.

Itwas a good thing that Shouto’s hero suit was completely fireproof, otherwisehe’d surely be standing in scorched clothes, if not literally half naked atthis point. His survival instinct kicking in, Izuku dropped and rolled on theground, accomplishing a whole lot of nothing but making a fool out of himself.In his desperate attempts to bring his body temperature down, to finally killthe blazing inferno that had become his left side, Izuku finally managed toactivate the icy side of Shouto’s quirk. Ice spread on the road around him asShouto was running to his aid, causing him to slip on it now that he didn’thave his spiked boots but rather Izuku’s own structured leg supports andfalling back hard on his rear with an undignified grunt.

Thatwas going to hurt in the morning. Assuming he’d be in his body by then. For the love of all that is holy, let thisquirk be of short effect.

Atthis point, they saw Katsuki fly past them, explosions blasting behind him thatdidn’t even come close to his guffaws in terms of volume. Izuku wanted to crawlinto a hole and die of embarrassment, the physical reaction induced by hisshame making the flames on his left even larger and getting dangerously closeto Shouto. He crawled away, eyes wide and mouth agape, a look that Izuku wasmuch more familiar with being on his face at the very least.

“Midoriya,reel the flames in!” He heard his own voice shout back at him, alarm evidentand Izuku whined miserably.

“I’mtrying!” And failing miserably, if the renewed flare was any indication.

Think cold thoughts, snow, ice, the Himalayas,the Swiss Alps, Antarctica!

Theice around him grew, but the fire finally died down and Izuku sighed in relief.That feeling was short-lived when the temperature just kept droppingdrastically, and soon he was shivering uncontrollably, large chunks of frostcovering his right side and stinging his skin painfully. He momentarilywondered how in heavens Shouto ever kept his body from freezing or overheating.All those years of jotting down careful and detailed notes on his classmates’quirks suddenly seemed completely useless, now that he was faced with trying touse one of them and being just as at a loss as if he was a four-year-old manifestinghis quirk for the first time. And somehow still managing to be way more incompetentat doing so than any other toddler. He was supposed to be a pro-hero forgoodness’ sake.

Tremblingstill, Izuku rubbed at his arms to create some sort of warmth from thefriction, trying to will his temperature to raise back up to reasonable levelsbut afraid of setting himself on fire again. Not even the device Shouto had incorporatedinto his costume seemed to be enough to catch up to his fluctuations in orderto regulate it.

Shoutolooked just as helpless as he did, not even attempting to use his quirk becausehe knew very well he’d break Izuku’s body if he did so. He tried to guide himthrough getting back to normal levels of body warmth but Izuku only seemed togo to the extremes, the sweet spot in between a seemingly mystical sixthdimension that he had no clue how to get to.

Itseemed like an eternity until he got it right and stopped going from hell’sblaze to death’s icy embrace in the span of three seconds. He counted. They’dboth decided to keep out of the way of the other heroes, figuring they’d domore harm than good, waiting patiently until support got there and laid a blanketover Izuku’s hunched shoulders.

WhenKatsuki returned, the villain being dragged behind him unconscious, he wasstill laughing at their misery. Well, mostly Izuku’s, even if he was in Shouto’sbody. Somehow, Izuku thought that only made it better for him, that he could mockthem both while only looking at one.

Thevillain was questioned on his quirk’s specifications as they waited in the agency’slobby, Izuku with his head in his hands, trying not to cringe so hard he mightstrain one of Shouto’s muscles while the other was simply dozing off on theseat next to his. Katsuki was dealing with paperwork off in the room next towhere they were, occasionally breaking into a howl that made Izuku groan allover again.

Theeffects wore off during the night and they each woke up back in their respectivebodies, thankfully. But for the rest of the year, he couldn’t see his childhoodfriend without him asking what it was like to be inside Shouto.

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CAN I GET AN ANGSTY SCENE WHERE MIDORIYA IS TALKING TO TODOROKI ABOUT A CRUSH BUT TODO DONUT KNOW THAT MIDO IS TALKING ABOUT HIM??? love u x10000

You ask for an angsty scene of Midoriya talking about a crush to Todoroki and him not knowing it’s him and my brain pukes out a truth or dare scenario…. I’m sorry xD I hope you can forgive me and that you still enjoy it though lol love you too hon pfft

“Truth or dare, Deku-kun?”

“Um… Dare?”

Shouto doesn’t exactly know whyhe got dragged into this. He’d rather be asleep, in the comfort of his futon, butthen someone was scandalised that he didn’t know what truth or dare even waswhen he was asked if he also wanted to play and he got dragged downstairs. Andnow he was sitting in a circle with a handful of his classmates, not evenpaying attention unless he really has to, while they go around asking eachother extremely personal questions or making each other do questionable things.And he doesn’t really get it at all.

But when Uraraka tells Midoriyato “Talk about your crush” he can’t help but perk up and listen.

“H-huh? C-crush?!” Midoriyasputters, eyes widening and face turning a deep red. “Who even said I have acrush?!”

“Come on Midoriya-kun, it’swritten all over your face right now. No one said you had to say their name…”

That comment from Ashido onlyseems to worsen his friend’s flush, the bright colour on his cheeks accentuatingthe dark freckles that are sprinkled across them, and Shouto can’t help butstare either. Midoriya looks down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs and bitingdown on his bottom lip nervously. When someone urges him to just get on with itunless he wants the forfeit, Midoriya takes a deep breath, averting everyone’sgazes and facing a far corner of the room, the blush crawling up to the tips ofhis ears.

Before he starts speaking,Kaminari interrupts him. “And no mumbling either, we gotta hear it or we’llmake you say it twice.”

With a small groan, Midoriya runsa hand through his hair and Shouto follows it as it travels down to the back ofhis neck and stays there.

“W-well um…” Midoriya starts,letting out another distressed noise as he moves to hide his face in his handsand, for some reason, Shouto finds himself leaning forward. “They’re…” Heswallows nervously and Shouto’s stomach feels like it’s doing strange things. “They’rereally nice… They’re kind… They’re strong, smart and-” He stops himself, hischeeks flaring further as he squeezes his eyes shut. “-b-beautiful…”

Shouto blinks at that last part,a sinking feeling settling in his chest that he can’t quite make sense of.

“I like the way the have thisquiet sort of intensity to them. And that even if they’re not very expressiveyou can see all of their emotions in the way their eyes shine… I like that theycare deeply about what they’re passionate about even if you can’t tell unlessyou pay attention…” Izuku covers his face with arms this time, his whole facehaving become scarlet at this point while Shouto feels his own blood run alittle cold and he doesn’t really know why. “Anyway… They’re amazing… Is thatenough?”

The others hum and nod, satisfiedsmirks dancing on some of their lips and Shouto just looks down at his lap, notknowing why he suddenly feels a little sick. Midoriya picks a random person tokeep the game going and Shouto tunes out, replaying his words inside his headtime and time again, wondering who he could be talking about. Nice, kind, strong,smart… Beautiful… He doesn’t know why that last one sticks with him, he doesn’tknow why it stabs through his heart each time he thinks about Midoriya sayingit, a dozen different faces coming to mind and finding himself disappointedthat none of them could ever possibly be his.

Shouto isn’t really sure why thatfact hurts. He isn’t really sure why it is that thinking about Midoriya likingsomeone makes him feel a little numb inside. But, whoever they are, Shouto can’thelp but feel jealous of how lucky they are.

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HEY CAN I GET CLASS 1A DOING A PLAY ON SLEEPING BEAUTY?! LOVE U

akjdhfkajgnrkjng OKAY I’LL DO MY BEST!!!! Love you too!!!

Midoriya is going through all the characters in the play with the rest of the class, deciding on who should play what role for their class’ rendition of Sleeping Beauty, trying to appoint which of his classmates would be best suited for each one.

“Todoroki-kun should be the prince.” Hagakure suggests after a long debate and mostly everyone agrees with that, given the fact that Todoroki already seems to have an almost regal air about him, somehow.

Midoriya nods along in agreement, continuing to skim through the remaining characters, when someone else pipes up.

“And Midoriya-kun should be Aurora.” Midoriya’s so focused on what he’s reading that he just keeps nodding until the words finally register and he snaps his head up from the script with wide eyes.

“What.” Everyone around is agreeing with a hum and he blinks stupidly at them. “S-shouldn’t this role be played by one of the girls?” He squeaks, his eyes drifting to Todoroki with despair shining in them, only to see him picking at a sticker on the desk distractedly. He turns to Uraraka instead, hoping she will back him up.

“Uraraka’s playing the queen.” Kaminari states as soon as he notices where Midoriya’s looking. “Ashido, Tsuyu and Hagakure will be the fairies.”

Midoriya is fairly certain that they hadn’t come to a decision on any of these yet, but he starts thinking maybe he was distracted when he looks at the aforementioned girls and the confirm with a firm nod of their heads.

“What about Yaoyorozu-san?” He asks looking at her, thinking she would be perfect for the role and hoping at least someone would see that too.

“She’s obviously playing Maleficent.” Ashido responds gesturing to her. “Have you seen that bone structure? Evil fairy confirmed.”

Yaoyorozu smiles sheepishly at him with a small shrug. “A-and Jirou?!” He pleas, praying that any deity might see his desperation and help him out.

“She’s in charge of sound.”

“Sorry dude, it can’t be helped.” Kirishima shrugs, and everyone once again nods along.

“It’s gotta be you Deku-kun.” Uraraka adds.

“B-but why me?!” He squeaks, his eyes once again drifting towards Todoroki and feeling his cheeks heat up at the mere thought of having to be kissed by him in front of a crowd. Not that being kissed by Todoroki was an unpleasant thought or anything, he looked like someone who might be nice to kiss and all, and why is he even thinking about this?

Todoroki finally lifts his eyes to meet his, their usual intensity rendering him speechless and making his cheeks burn even hotter for some reason. 

“Because you’re the only one he’ll ever be willing to kiss.” Ashido whispers into his ear and Midoriya breaks the pencil he’s holding.

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HEY A TDDK DATE TO THE AQUARIUM! + Shouto's first time touching a stingray c: ~

Yo, thank you for the fluff!!!! I live to serve! ENJOY! (Love you~~)

Izukuis excited. It’s their first official date, as with school and constant villainattacks the time they have to enjoy themselves outside the dorms isn’t reallythat plentiful. It’s not like he has any issues with spending time with Shoutoin one of their rooms, after all being free to cuddle without any prying eyesis something he thoroughly enjoys. Still, it would be a lie to say that hedoesn’t want to do ‘normal couple things’, like go out to the movies, treateach other to nice dinners and, well, go on dates every once in a while, justhave fun together doing something new or exciting.

He’sbeen planning this for a while now, making sure that there are no immediateconcerns for them to worry about, no assignments, no exams. They’re going on a Sundayafternoon, when Shouto has already seen his mother for that week and Izukudoesn’t feel like he might be taking up his time with her. Shouto has no ideawhere they are going or what they are doing when they get there because Izukuinsisted it remain a surprise. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that he doesn’twant him to worry about anything, or maybe he just wants to do something forhim all on his own for once, since Shouto is usually the one to do little romanticgestures without him even asking.

Whenthe day finally comes, Izuku is nearly bouncing with excitement, pulling Shoutoalong by his hand towards the train station where they both wait for a littlewhile because they get there too early. He smiles fondly at Izuku’s eagerness,enjoying how he plays with his shirt’s sleeve, fidgeting with the button on thecuff absentmindedly with the hand Shouto isn’t holding, his crooked fingersoccasionally brushing against the back of his hand pleasantly. During the trainride, they sit close to each other, as they normally do, and Shouto playsinstead with Izuku’s hair, unable to resist the urge when his boyfriend restshis head on his shoulder. He’s so distracted with the self-appointed task offiguring out how many directions he can get Izuku’s stray curls to stick out inthat he would’ve missed their stop if not for the other suddenly standing anddragging him out of the train without warning.

Shoutofalls into step beside him, following along as he leads the way, a bounce tohis step that he finds absolutely adorable. He thinks to ask again where they’regoing but decides against it, knowing very well that Izuku isn’t really goingto give him an actual answer. Though, almost as if sensing the question in hismind, Izuku looks up at him with a beaming smile.

“We’realmost there, promise.”

Humming quietly, Shouto slips hishand from Izuku’s hold to snake his arm around his waist and pull him flushagainst his right side, a little sigh escaping his boyfriend’s lips as heenjoys the coolness in the midst of the afternoon heat. As soon as Izuku spotstheir destination, he perks up once more, running ahead and leaving Shouto tocatch up with a light laugh, noticing that he’s making a beeline for theaquarium. He’s already digging the tickets out of his pocket, having boughtthem beforehand and bypassing the line then gesturing for Shouto to hurry.

He doesn’t remember ever comingto one of these, not even with his mother or his siblings, and he wonders ifIzuku somehow knew that and that is why he chose this as the setting for theirdate. Shouto wouldn’t put it past him to ask them so that he could make sureeverything was perfect, though anything done with Izuku at his side was boundto be an enjoyable experience in his book. If anything, the little twinkle inhis eyes was worth watching for an eternity.

Once inside, Izuku goes on littlerants about each and every animal they encounter, completely ignoring theinformation on each side of the tanks and just reciting what he learned aboutthem when he was researching their possible destinations. Shouto finds hisboyfriend a lot more amusing than the fish lazily swimming around them, but atone point, he also starts getting lost in the vibrant colours of the corals,the rhythmic flutter of the jellyfish… He doesn’t see Izuku’s look of absolute satisfactionat how focused he is on the shark passing just above his head, instinctivelyreaching up as if he could touch it. It’s the little giggle coming from hisboyfriend that pulls him from his trance, lowering his arm as a light flushpaints his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he continues with Izuku in tow.

They come across a particulartank, much smaller and open, surrounded by children reaching into the water andplaying around with the creatures inside. Shouto lingers for a moment and Izukucomes up from behind him, hugging his side and smiling up at him so wide Shoutoworries he might be hurting his face.

“Wanna touch them?”

“Isn’t that just for the children?”

Izuku shrugs. “Not really, but wecan be kids too, no? Just for a little while.”

Going around to a spot wherethere’s less people, Shouto looks into the tank, seeing mostly starfish and seacucumbers that he shyly reaches for, feeling their strange texture with thetips of his fingers and scrunching up his face slightly. Izuku laughs at hisexpression, cutting off with a gasp and pointing somewhere else. Following inthat direction, Shouto spots a small stingray swimming towards the edge of thetank and he can’t resist leaning forward to touch it. He expected its skin tobe rough, but it feels smooth instead, soft and somewhat slimy and his eyeswiden in mild surprise. From the look on his face, Izuku was also expectingsomething different, even if he had probably read about it already.

Not wanting to bother thecreature for long, Shouto pulls his hand back and Izuku follows with a littlecurious noise. With small smiles on their faces, they continue along, takingtheir time to stroll peacefully beneath the mostly dim lighting. It’sabundantly clear that Izuku’s favourite part is the otters, squealing in delightwhen they surface and scratch at their bellies, snapping endless pictures ofthem while Shouto takes some of his face instead. He even makes one of them intohis new phone background, much to Izuku’s embarrassment.

By the time they make it out,Izuku is already going through all the pictures and posting some of them on hispersonal accounts. Suddenly getting an idea, Shouto digs his own phone out ofhis pocket, pulling Izuku to him, their cheeks touching, and snapping another Shoutowhen he looks up from his phone in surprise.

There’s never enough photos ofIzuku on his phone and he might as well get a new lock screen as well.

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wow i want in on this fun, midoriya using todoroki as a male model for his drawings ~~~ thank you love you ~~~~

Thank you for your lovely request hehe Love you too~~ *cracks knuckles*

Izuku had been adding tiny doodles to his hero notes to clarify some aspects that would be better exemplified in pictures rather than notes. When he heard of there being an art class that he could sign up for he didn’t hesitate to do so, wanting to improve his skills so that his drawings would be more helpful. He didn’t expect it to be this hard to find decent reference pictures online for certain poses he had to do for the class’ anatomy practice, however, and now he is stuck scowling at his laptop’s screen, dissatisfied with what he’d managed to find and not really doing a very good job.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he starts erasing his sketch for the 20th time in the hour he’d been at it and bangs his head against his desk, effectively startling Shouto out of whatever book he’d been reading on Izuku’s bed. His boyfriend’s gaze snaps to him, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise when Izuku does it again.

“You okay?”

The only response Shouto gets is a miserable groan that really tells him all he needs to know, so he places a bookmark in the book and closes it, leaving it behind as he scoots off the bed and stalks over to Izuku’s desk. He peeks at the laptop, pursing his lips at the image of a mostly naked man there then glancing to the smudged and wrinkled paper peeking from under Izuku’s head.

“None of these pictures are good, they’re just… I don’t know I can’t get a good enough grasp of proportions looking at this stupid screen!” He mumbles into his desk, covering the back of his head with his hands before ruffling his own hair in frustration.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“No, it’s f-” Izuku’s head shoots up, green eyes wide and shining with a sudden realisation as he stares up at Shouto and holds him by the elbows, shaking him slightly. “YES! YOU CAN! Shouto model for me! Please! I beg of you!”

Shouto considers the request for a moment before shrugging, not really thinking anything of it. Until he asks Izuku what he needs him to do and he asks him to strip. The flame that erupts from his left cheek and shoulder is quickly subsided as Shouto reels it back in with a few deep breaths. He’s gotten better at controlling his spontaneous combustions with the practice he’s gotten while dating Izuku, but sometimes he’ll still spring things like that on him and it’s kind of hard to keep himself in check.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable.” Izuku is quick to blurt out, letting go of Shouto as not to get burned by the temperature of his left side still being pretty high.

“No, no… It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting that. Though I guess I should have from the picture on your screen…” He mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck as they both blush in light of the situation.

Shouto backs away for good measure as he pulls his shirt off over his head, careful not to let his left side get any hotter than it already is. It’s kind of dumb how he hesitates before undoing the buttons of his jeans when they strip in front of each other during gym anyway, but somehow the fact that they’re both alone in Izuku’s bedroom makes it a little more embarrassing. Izuku clears his throat and bites the inside of his cheek when Shouto takes off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and socks.

Running a hand through his hair, Izuku instructs him on how and where to sit. When he’s not satisfied with Shouto’s stiff movements, he actually gets up from his seat and poses Shouto himself until he’s pleased with the result, humming in contentment before sitting down and getting a fresh page from his sketchbook. As the minutes tick by it doesn’t get any easier for Shouto to sit there while Izuku scrutinises his body with his analytical eyes, brows pulled together in concentration as he gnaws at his bottom lip. It’s extremely hard for him to keep his quirk in check, giving himself a sort of temperature whiplash as he tries to counteract the heat with spreading sheets of ice across his own skin.

Izuku doesn’t seem to notice his struggle in his concentration, sketching away, erasing and retracing lines he’s not happy with and adding shading effects here and there. Sometimes he scoots closer, inspecting the lines of his muscles with his eyes before even asking if he can touch him and move him slightly. Shouto always acquiesces, clenching his jaw as he feels his hands handle him carefully but firmly.

Once he’s done he lets out a little hum, his mouth twisting to the side in a half grimace. “I don’t know if I did a very good job. It’s kind of hard for an amateur to capture perfection.”

Izuku covers his mouth as soon as the words spew out of his mouth, Shouto covering his whole rapidly heating face instead as he curls in on himself in order to hide. Shouto still doesn’t know how to take compliments, much less ones like those… Especially when he’s almost naked in front of his boyfriend. Not good for his heart, or his brain, or his entire body because his quirk is threatening to lose control all over again.

“S-sorry… B-but if I’m honest… I may have not been thinking, but it’s true.”

Shouto sets off the fire alarm in the dorms for the first time in two months.

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Shouto knocks on the door once and doesn’t get a response. He knocks again, twice in quick succession this time, and once again, nothing. Tilting his head to one side, he wonders if Izuku isn’t in his room. It would be strange, after all he’d been the one to suggest they spend the rest of the afternoon together to relax after the recent exams. Though Shouto wouldn’t put it past his boyfriend to get distracted and completely forget he suggested it to begin with.

He knocks again for good measure and, when he doesn’t get an answer, turns the handle and pokes his head inside. Izuku is, in fact, in his room, lying on his bed facing the ceiling, his expression blank and eyes open but unseeing. Shouto steps through the door and closes it behind him, the somewhat loud click finally getting Izuku’s attention and making him shoot up to a sitting position. 

“Shouto!” The exclamation is equal parts surprised and bashful, realising as soon as he sees him that he hadn’t been listening for his arrival. “Sorry about that I didn’t hear you…”

Shouto simply hums, sitting at the end of the bed by Izuku’s feet and laying a hand over one of his legs. “What’s wrong?”

Izuku blinks at him a few times, almost as if not knowing what he means. With a sigh, Shouto squeezes his fingers around his boyfriend’s ankle, looking into his eyes past thick lashes. “Rough day?”

Looking down, Izuku takes in a shaky breath, twiddling his thumbs on his lap and nodding his head almost imperceptibly. Shouto scoots back, further onto the bed, so that he can shift to Izuku’s side. A head of fluffy green hair falls on his shoulder, a leg locking with his and hands wrapping around his right arm.

“It’s just… We’re almost at the end… And everything is going a little too fast. Even though I’ve been looking forward to this my whole life…” Izuku trails off.

“It’s still a little scary.” Shouto finishes the sentence, carding his fingers through his boyfriend’s locks and Izuku buries his nose in his neck.

“Something like that.”

Taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of Izuku’s fruity shampoo that he adores, Shouto brushes his lips over the top of the other’s head. Izuku looks up at him, with glistening eyes as green as amazonian forests. His eyes are always so bright, they never fail to fill Shouto’s heart with the warmest of lights with one simple glance. A small smile stretches across his lips, his own mismatched blue greys shining with all the admiration and love he holds for this wonderful soul that has decided to love him back.

“You’re going to be an amazing hero, Izuku.” He whispers softly, knowing exactly where his anxieties stem from. “You’ve been mine for so long I can’t imagine it any other way.”

With a trembling bottom lip, Izuku fails to stop the first few tears from spilling out of the confines of his eyes. Shouto leans down when Izuku stretches upwards and they meet halfway, a tender kiss sealing his words and marking them as the absolute truth they really are. He knows that, to Izuku, they mean more than anything else he could have said in that moment.

“I love you.” Izuku mumbles against his lips.

Well, except for maybe that. “I love you too.”

If you’d like to request tiny drabbles or headcanons, feel free to send me an ask!

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also cuz you love me, let's also include one where deku let todo's dear mom die and has to tell todo :((((

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAME

Shouto only arrives at the sceneafter the situation is resolved… if it can even be called that. The building hasbeen razed to the ground, the death count still rising by the minute each timethey go through another area and clear the rubble. His blood feels cold in hisveins as he approaches the scene, the hospital completely destroyed, some ofits patients that managed to escape scattered across the street as they are takensomewhere else to resume their care and treat any added injuries.

It’s always a horrible sight,when these disasters take so many innocent lives and there’s nothing that couldhave been done to prevent even half of them, let alone all. But Shouto thinksthat perhaps the fact that he came here on a weekly basis only makes thefeeling worse, his stomach twisting into unbearably tight knots as he scansevery face his eyes land on and recognises none of them.

He finally spots a familiarfigure amidst the crowd and he runs towards it. Wrapping his arms around him,Shouto breathes Izuku in, a wave of relief washing through him and almost makinghis knees buckle beneath his weight. He feels his shirt becoming damp whereIzuku’s face is buried in his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of hissuit tightly as Shouto hushes him. He knows how much Izuku is hurting, howpowerless he feels whenever there’s a single person he failed to save, andseeing the devastation around them, he can only imagine how much worse he hasit now.

Strings of apologies slip pasthis lips, muffled from how his face is pressed against Shouto, and he can onlykeep holding him comfortingly because nothing he could say would make things better.He can’t tell him it’s okay because it isn’t. It’s not his fault and he triesto tell him that but even he feels choked at how many bags are laid across theground, so he just snakes his fingers into Izuku’s hair. Though, when usually Izukuwill hold him closer, weep into his neck and seek comfort in his embrace, heonly seems to stiffen, his sobs becoming harsher and shaking them both with theforce behind them.

“I c-couldn’t… I tried to-” Hetrails off with another pained whimper, broken gasps tearing through him almostviolently.

“You did what you could…” Shoutosoothes him, but his cries only get louder and more miserable and he doesn’tknow what he’s doing wrong.

“S-she…”

Izuku can’t bring himself to sayanything else, speaking becoming too hard to do around the lump in his throat,and Shouto feels that cold bitterness crawl back up his spine, his eyes onceagain looking all around and finding no hints of white anywhere that isn’tbroken walls. And then he fixes his gaze on all the black covered shapes ofthose who weren’t lucky enough to make it out with their life.

“She s-stayed be-hind to… T-to helpsave…”

Izuku’s words morph intodesperate bawling, more apologies slurred by his incessant cries as Shouto feelsice creep over his skin and seep into his veins. It crystalizes over his cheekand creates a frosty path down his neck, covering his whole right side with a dullache that feels equal parts painful and numbing. The whole world startsspinning and it’s all he can do not to collapse right then and there, Izukubeing the only thing that’s still holding him up.

“I’m so sorry…”

Shouto doesn’t know how to beginto answer that, so all he does is cry into Izuku’s hair.

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you'll never get rid of me btw, another tddk scenerio where todoroki couldn't save inko and had to tell deku the terrible news. :(((

Why do you do this to me? To yourself? To everyone else? Shame! Shame!!!

Sometimes people are faced with animpossible choice, like having to pick between saving one life while letting anotherwither or doing nothing and letting them both go. But the latter is not reallyan option, so he is instead faced with choosing who lives and who dies. Whentwo innocent lives are at stake and only one can be saved what is he to do todecide who gets what fate? Shouto cannot make such a decision, not when on one handhe holds the life of the one he loves, his safe haven, his pillar of strength,and on the other is the woman who raised him, who nurtured him into the man heloves and would do anything for.

But even as he stands frozen,unable to choose because there is no right choice, his body seems to react onits own and reach for one while trying desperately to also somehow catch theother. Yet, there’s only so much he can do, his ice can only go so far and sofast and with both of them so far apart Shouto can’t possibly catch them both.He watches in horrified guilt, even while he carries the dead weight that isIzuku’s unconscious body, as Inko slips right by his ice, so close yet so gutwrenchingly far. Shouto can’t handle the understanding glance in her eyes asshe feels herself freefalling, the villain’s quirk finally vanishing and theinvisible force that was holding her up with it.

It was an impossible choice thathe couldn’t consciously make but his instinct propelled him towards Izukuwithout thinking, despite still trying so hard to catch both of them andknowing very well it was a futile effort. And what hurts worse is that she sawhim reach for her son first and she was relieved, and Shouto’s heart breaksinto a million pieces from how ready she was to die if it meant that Izukuwould live to see another day.

He doesn’t want to see it, but hecan’t tear his eyes away, the blur of tears the only thing stopping him from takingthe whole scene in with all the gruesome details, clinging to Izuku with adesperate sob because he feels that if he lets go even a little he might losehim too. And when he’s finally on solid ground and she’s being taken away,Shouto can only stare blankly into nothingness, watching the paramedics dotheir job but not really seeing anything. Izuku is somewhere on the back of anambulance, stirring back to consciousness and Shouto can hardly move past thesubtle trembling of his body.

Shouto can’t really feel anything,not knowing what exactly he’s supposed to even be feeling, because relief feelswrong and the shame is so unbearable he’s made himself numb to it. He can’tbring himself to look into those shimmering green eyes when see Izuku limp tohis side out of the corner of his own. His body feels too heavy and his headtoo light, his throat is too tight but not as much as his chest, making it hardto breath any deeper than short stuttered breaths.

Even knowing that sometimesheroes are faced with impossible choices, that not everyone can be savedsometimes, it never gets any easier, he never stops blaming himself for notbeing able to do more. And when he’s so ashamed for letting innocent people he’snever met die… how can he ever look Izuku in the eye after letting his motherslip from his grasp? How can he ever hear him say his name without hearing anaccusation that might not even be there at all?

Shouto can’t even bring himselfto tell him he’s sorry. It feels too empty, too little and much too late. Andhe can’t bear that same understanding look reflected back at him in those eyes,not when he’s so consumed with grief and feels so undeserving of such sympathyfrom the one person who should be cursing him for his failure to save someoneso precious to him. Izuku’s voice sounds distant, muffled, as if Shouto is deepunder water, drowning slowly, no air to reach his burning lungs. He knows he’scrying but he can no longer feel the tears roll down his cheeks, too numb toeven feel the hand on his shoulder trying to pull him back from wherever he’slost himself.

His heart only breaks furtherwhen Izuku asks where they took her and how bad the damage was and Shoutorealises that he doesn’t even know. Shouto can only curl in on himself and sobsilently, hearing rather than seeing Izuku fall to his knees and feeling theloss of his hold on his shoulder. The last piece of his soul cracks when hefinally manages to look him in the face and Izuku can’t bring himself to lookback either.