shoto cat follows izuku everywhere he goes... even in the bathroom
I LOVE SHOTO CAT!!! the fact that cats are generally wary at first... bu a bit of patience and warmth and they'll open up is truly shoto!!!! deku will be a perfect cat owner for sure
"I'm going to marry you," Shouto Todoroki says, with the conviction of a four-year-old and the sass of someone much older.
He says it despite his brother holding your hand in his, despite his parents shaking their heads at him, despite the fact that he's wearing All Might Pajamas while you're dressed for a study date.
"You're gonna do shit!" Touya curses, his hold on your hand tightening. "This is my girlfriend. Get your own."
"Don't be like that," you hiss quietly before leaning down, mussing up the two-toned hair. "That's very nice of you, Shouto, but Touya's probably going to ask me first."
"Probably," Touya mutters darkly behind you.
Shouto pouts and you fear he's going to lose it. Like his brother does, when he doesn't get his mind. But Shouto's not like Touya. Far from it.
"Fine," he huffs, turning back around, toddling into his bedroom.
-
"I'm going to marry you," Shouto points out quietly, in one of those stolen moments between arrival and departure.
You look up from the hallway mirror where you'd been fixing your makeup, trying to get the lipstick from your teeth.
"What?"
"I'm going to marry you," he repeats. Calm. With determination.
You laugh, because what else are you supposed to do? He's ten, you're eighteen. And you're very much still dating his brother.
"Not if Touya does it first," you point out softly, leaning in to press a kiss onto his cheek, the lipstick leaving a pretty pink print. "Now get back into bed before Touya sees you."
He pouts and purses his lips, but he does as he's told, stopping only once to turn back around.
"He should hurry up then."
Your heart still stutters when Touya returns, unsure of what it just witnessed.
-
"I'm going to marry you," Shouto mumbles, almost like a prayer, your hand in his. "I am going to marry you."
You're quiet, next to him. Talking about Touya right now feels impossible, as if just thinking about him will dip the imaginary scale.
He's fighting for his life on the other side of these white, pristine walls and all you can do is think about not thinking about him.
A car crash, and it's not even Touya's fault. At least that's what you gathered so far. The other car had been a fuel truck, igniting just after impact. It's a miracle Touya's still alive, that there's still enough of him left to save.
"I'm going to marry you," Shouto mumbles, like a prayer, but you've stopped listening to him.
He's barely sixteen, you're twenty-three. You haven't seen him in months, school keeping him busy and work keeping you away.
Still, despite the distance, he'd been the first to pick up the phone, catching a ride to the hospital at two in the morning on a Wednesday.
You open your mouth, feeling suddenly as if you should say anything - even if you don't know what - because this is his brother and not just your fiancé, because this is his family and you're just a guest, because he's a teenager and you're an adult - when the dreaded doors open.
One glance is all you need. You press Shouto's hand, pick your heart up from the floor.
"Not if Touya does it first," you tell him.
-
"I'm going to marry you."
You should have expected him.
One does not end a relationship of over ten years - and an engagement of fifteen months - without the family knowing.
"Not now, Shouto," you pull another sweater from the cupboard, fold it haphazardly and stuff it into a box. You're tired of this.
"I mean it," he steps into the room, too big for it despite his small frame. He's hit a growth spurt at seventeen, though he's never going to reach Natsuo's height. Oh, sweet Natsuo. You wonder who Touya told first.
"Can we-"
"Shouto," you turn, blinking up at him through tired, red-rimmed eyes. You've cried a lot in the last few days. Too much for a lifetime. "I've got about an hour before Touya returns and I need to be gone by then. I'm not in the mood for heartfelt conversations right now, sorry."
He takes a breath but nods. "I'll help you."
And he does. He knows which books are yours and what plates to pack. He knows your taste. He goes through the jewelry boxes and the bathroom counter, the kitchen cabinet, and the little bar you stocked for impromptu visits. You let him be as generous with you as he wants to be, you don't have the strength to go through these things anyway.
And then he drives you home.
Home. Home used to be the spacious penthouse apartment that ran under the Todoroki name. Now it's just a sad little apartment, barely bigger than a shoebox because it's hard to find anything bigger on such short notice.
Shouto stays, even when you ask him to leave. Stubbornly unpacks the plates and the books and the expensive whisky that's not technically yours, pours you a glass, and deposits you on the pull-out couch like one does a doll or a plush. Not that you have any strength to disagree.
But you watch him, tired and all cried out, as he takes the awful Ikea bookshelf apart and builds it back together, all while being on the phone with some guy called "Bakugo" who curses more than Touya when he runs into something at night.
And then he leaves like he's never been here, except there's expensive whisky and a suddenly stable bookshelf as proof.
-
"I'm going to marry you."
You look up from the book you'd been reading, mild amusement dancing over your face at the sight in front of you.
Shouto, pink-cheeked and out of breath, a bouquet of roses in his hands that have seen better days. How fast had he been running?
"Why are you buying me roses?" You ask, ignoring his statement. "I told you to meet me for coffee because of my apartment search."
"But-"
You tsk and reach out to wipe a smudge of something off his cheek. "This is supposed to be a surprise party. Act surprised when we get inside, okay? Your mom's here, your Dad too. Natsuo and Fuyumi are running late."
"What about Touya?" He straightens, pushes the roses into your hands. "These are for you. "
You sigh. Everyone's going to ask questions if you bring them in.
"He's out of the country, as far as I know," you lead him down the stairs first, back to the parking lot, where you can put the roses on the backseat of your car. "I wouldn't have been invited otherwise."
"I'd always invite you."
"Sure," your tone is tired, your shoulders stiff. You've been over this before. At what point does he let go of this dream of his? He's twenty now and you're pushing thirty.
His hand grabs yours, spins you around. You're barely able to catch your breath as you come face to face with him, two-toned hair, two-toned eyes. You know this look, this determination. You've seen it before.
"I mean it," Shouto tells you. "I'm going to marry you. I've always wanted to. And Touya had his chance."
You sigh. His hands, still holding yours, are cool and warm at the same time. You swallow, take a breath and release it.
"Shouto..." For a long moment, you're not sure of your own answer. Yes? No? "At least buy me a drink first."
-
It's a quiet ceremony. Rei cries and you'd like to join her very much, if not for the very expensive make-up on your face.
Shouto's hands are cool and warm in yours, both at the same time. He doesn't smile half the time, just gaping at you, like he can't quite believe this is happening.
But then, when your first dance ends and you lean into him, let him sway you to the beat of a slow song, he mutters something into your ear, barely loud enough to hear it.
PAIRING: shouto todoroki x gn!reader
WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, kissing, mutual-pinning, implied nsfw, pretty much just fluffy goodness :)
WORDCOUNT: 4k
SYNOPSIS:
Being roommates out of sheer convenience shouldn't have been a problem. It shouldn't have been as difficult as Shouto had made it out to be. I mean, you two barely spoke, barely found time to be together in one room and barely even came in contact with one another despite living under the same roof. It really should have been a piece of cake. But the feelings Shouto had for you grew larger with every day that passed, complicating things far more than was necessary...
In an empty room, Shouto lay sprawled on his bed. The thought of you conquering his mind as he envisioned you in your entirety.
The lazy slither of moonlight that pierced his curtains left a gentle glow across his face, the sorrow in his eyes highlighted as he pondered over the same thing he did every night. Who were you?
It seemed like a stupid question on the outside, as to those who didn't know you two well, you seemed like good friends. After all, you did live together; it would be harder to know nothing about the other. But, in Shouto's case, he knew near nothing about you. So, every night he lays in his sheets, frustrated with his lack of knowledge, listing all the things he did know. As he balled the covers under him, intertwining his fingers with the cotton, he asked himself one thing: 'who were you?', once more.
There were a few vague things he knew. He knew you worked as an office assistant, finished your work off late at night in the kitchen, took around 45 minutes in the shower, you rarely ate food at home, and brought take out every other evening. Not to mention, you barely left your room and thus leading to this lack of relationship between you two.
But what did this random trivia on you do for him? Nothing. It provided him with zero useful information, nothing to work with, and it most certainly did not quench his curiosity for you.
A heavy exhale parted his lips, and he sunk deeper into his mattress. Maybe this was enough for today. The constant worrying about you wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it. At this point, his curiosity was turning into something more. Before Shouto knew it, his once frustrated wonders had turned to admiration. And this was his current situation, face feeling hot as reality hit him like a train. When did he start to like you, and more specifically, why?
That empty feeling filled him once more; the lack of answers to all these questions had him feeling beyond exhausted. He barely knew you, and yet even moments like these felt like enough. A small rush of nervousness always stopping him in his tracks whenever the sheer thought of you crossed his mind. It felt ridiculous and brought Shouto way too much humiliation. And so, he shook these feelings off. The mystery that was you was far beyond his reach, and it was time he submitted to that fact.
Fluttering his eyelids shut, he put his mind at rest, drifting off into dreamland.
The next day had arrived, Shouto's previously exhausting night already long passing him. A wet towel swung over his head; he exited the bathroom somewhat wet, and ready for a new day.
A cold shower did the job alright, waking him up and helping him forget about the endless thoughts of you that had him up late last evening. All that remained was to fill his stomach up, and he would forget the whole ordeal. Still slightly embarrassed at the realization that he had caught feeling for the stranger that lived in the room opposite his own.
Scrubbing his hair and patting his face dry with the towel on his head, he entered the kitchen. He expected it to be empty like every other regular morning. But instead, Shouto was greeted with arguably the worst and best thing. There you sat at the kitchen island, eyeing a cup of coffee, evidently zoned out.
Shouto stopped in his tracks, and his heart dropped to his stomach. If it was even achievable, the beating of his heart was more rapid than humanly possible and probably more audible than ever. Why were you home? Not that he was complaining, it was just rare to have you home this early in the morning. Did you not have work today? Did something happen? Why are you just sitting there staring at a cup? All these questions sprung up in Shouto's head as he stood dumfounded and nervous.
His cheeks lightly sprinkled in a pink blush; he just stood there awkwardly, not daring to even move an inch. To anyone but himself, he would look pretty composed, but internally he was malfunctioning. He had hoped for a moment like this to arise for a while now. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, he barely knew what to do. It didn't help the fact he was already a flustered mess over the thought of you last night, and now there you sat in front of him.
Taking one deep breath, Shouto resumed his walk to the fridge, waving off the nerves that had built up inside him.
"Good morning, y/n. It's rare to see you home at this time." Shouto attempted to break the silence in his signature monotone voice.
It remained pretty tranquil for a bit. The only noise being that of Shouto making himself breakfast and the sound of you taking a shy sip of your drink.
"Morning. I don't have work today, so I'm home."
Your voice simmered out into the atmosphere, but it remained looping in Shouto's mind. As his back faced you, he felt his ears get hot, and he knew for a fact, he was beet red now. How did just hearing your voice already throwing him off guard?
Shouto gently exhaled, feeling his adrenaline spike through him. He just needed to stay calm. But how could he when he wasn't accustomed to hearing your voice, especially when you spoke so softly? Having a crush on your roommate was most certainly an inconvenience, as Shouto struggled to keep his concentration on making a simple cup of coffee for himself.
"Oh. Did you finally get a day off?" Luckily Shouto's voice came out calm. He'd be damned if he stumbled and made himself look more like a fool than he already had.
Well, he looked like a fool to himself, at least. You barely took notice of the random pauses his whole body made or the way he would occasionally take self-soothing deep breaths. If anything, you wouldn't even know if this type of behavior was unusual for him since you saw him so rarely.
Come to think of it, you don't even have a baseline to work with when judging his overall character. That's partially due to the fact you two have never actually sat down and bonded, which led an idea to spark off in your mind.
"Yeah, it's my first day off in a while." You spoke in a slightly more upbeat tone now, excited for the proposition you were about to make. "So, since I'm home, how about we hang out and get to know each other properly." You smiled his way, tilting your head slightly as you awaited his response.
And just as the suggestion escaped your mouth, Shouto made the unfortunate mistake of turning around, his surprised expression out on display as he was yet to process what you just had said.
"Um, sure." is all Shouto was able to say. His heart thumped out of his chest, and his words knotted up in his throat.
The sudden proposition you offered him had him speechless. All these sudden coincidences being the last thing Shouto expected. Was it all too sudden, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the opportunity at hand because who knew when you would be free again. Finally, this was his chance to answer the question that has been keeping up at night. And somewhat address these feelings that had started manifesting.
"Then, I was thinking... maybe we could have a movie night?" You chirped, leaning over the counter in excitement.
"You know, there's this movie my coworkers have been talking about, and I've really been wanting to watch."
For the first time, Shouto got to see you relish in your interests. A cute smile curling the corners of your lips as you spoke, rambling about this so-called movie. He couldn't help but smile at your bubbly nature, getting lost in the expressions you were making that he has never before seen. The way your eyes lit up and your hands waved around as you tried convincing him to watch the movie. Little did you know, you didn't need to convince him of anything, he would agree to watch anything with you. But he wasn't going to burst your joyful bubble now. He wanted to savor this moment, and so he let you speak whatever was on your mind, just burning this moment into his memory.
Dazing at your soft lips as you spoke, he realized how zoned out he had become; your speech becomes just a faint murmur in the back of his mind as all he could think about was how much more beautiful you looked up close.
"Ah, sorry! I completely went on a tangent there. I tend to do that when I get excited. I'm sorry!" You giggled while exaggeratingly facepalming yourself.
And with that, he was once more snapped back into reality. What were you just talking about? Aside from the mention of a movie night, Shouto couldn't remember much else. He couldn't have retained anything that fell from those pretty lips of yours. And down the gutter, his thoughts went once more. The overwhelming flustering feeling washed over him as he realized what ideas exactly he was having right in front of you. He needs to hurry up and respond to you rather than just standing there aimlessly staring at your lips.
"Don't worry about it. You look cute anyways when you're so excited about something." Those words left Shouto so fast he could barely believe he had said them himself. The humiliation already settling itself as he cursed himself for being such a creep.
The sudden affection from your roommate had you stuttering. You have had your eye on him ever since you moved in together. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, always left food out for you, and cleaned the apartment before you got back from work. The only issue was you. You were far too shy to admit to these feelings, your one solution being to lock yourself up in your room and avoid him like the plague. Today just so happened to be the exception as you felt a tad bit confident when he nonchalantly (as you perceived it) walked into the kitchen.
Now a compliment of this magnitude was the last thing you expected, and so your insides burnt hot as you shifted in your seat.
"Sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out that way." The concern in his voice was more than evident, the furrowing of his brows in frustration delivering his apology clearly.
"No-no, it fine! Really."
"What I was trying to say was that a movie night sounds great!" Shouto bopped his head down as he managed to completely fuck up this one opportunity that he had. To him, it seemed as though he had ruined everything, but if anything, he had succeeded a lot more than he gave himself credit.
You were still giddy at his subtle compliment, heart racing at the fact he called you cute. CUTE. Failure should have been the last thing on Shouto's mind as if he observed you a little more closely, he would have noticed the satisfactory grin on your face.
"Great! I'll meet you in the living room at 5 pm then." You hoped out of your chair, putting your empty cup away.
You definitely wanted to stay with him longer, but you needed to calm yourself down. The knots in your stomach tightening by the second as you felt flustered by his presence.
"Right."
Gently, you squeezed past him as you exited the kitchen, the cozy heat that radiated from his body sending goosebumps down your skin. Even with a touch so short-lived, you couldn't help but freak out. How would you manage this evening? Only future you will know the answer to that question.
As quickly as you parted ways, the evening arrived just as fast. A golden sunset burst through the living room window and drizzled the atmosphere in sweet honey. A soft breeze floated through as Shouto sat anxiously waiting for you.
His outfit was bland, but it was expected of him. Just a pair of generic grey sweatpants paired with a white tee. As stated previously, his attire was very bland. But it was comfy, to say the least.
Just on time, you finally met him at your designated period. Your heart hammered out your chest, not only from the nervous itch that was being with your crush, but the possibility of this all being awkward. It felt like meeting a stranger, only with an odd sense of familiarity attached. Maybe then calling him a stranger would be a poor analogy. Perhaps it was more like being left alone with that person your friend was trying to introduce you to. Yeah, that's a better parallel for how this all felt right now. However, it all still felt rather exciting.
"Hi! Are you ready?" You giggled as you sunk into the couch, sitting beside him.
"Definitely. What's the movie called again, y/n?" The way your name so easily fell from his lips set off the butterflies in your stomach.
It sounded so pretty coming from him, way prettier than you could have prepared yourself for. Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, mind going blank as you fished for the name of the movie you knew.
"U-um, it seems my mind has gone blank. Give me a second."
Rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself, you let out your signature laugh. The golden hue of the sun stirred the color of his heterochromatic eyes as you glanced back at them, still thinking of the name of the movie you knew just a second ago. Attentively, his eyes examed you, and you managed to catch sight of this glance.
"Don't worry, take your time." With that, his eyes shot back up meeting yours. "Do you happen to be cold? You're rubbing your arm."
That explained his gaze, but it didn't happen to settle the nerves inside you. And in your flustered state, you responded with the first thing that came to mind as you swatted your hand to your side.
"Ah, yeah! It's a bit chilly with the window open in here."
Right on cue, Shouto reached for the blanket on the sofa, wrapping it snuggly over your shoulders. The way his slender fingers brushed against your skin as he positioned the fabric on you made you freeze. You could barely hear yourself think as your heart ran wild, adrenaline surging your veins. His face was so close, so close you could see how his eyelashes softly brushed his cheeks with every blink. Fast, it all happened so fast, and yet the memory replayed in slow motion in your mind. The way he just swept in and then back out.
"There. If it gets too cold I'll close the blind." He smiled at you comfortingly before reaching for the remote.
You couldn't do anything but sit there wide-eyed, your nervousness being unbearable.
"The movie... I can't remember its name." Finally, you admitted defeat, done battling your mind that was clearly not regaining composure any time soon.
"That's fine. I guess we can just watch whatever piques our interest for now. There's always next time."
There's always next time. The implication of another hang-out was soothing. Knowing that this wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity managed to quiet you down slightly as you repositioned yourself to sit more comfortably on the sofa.
"Right!" You beamed in agreement, turning your attention to the tv.
The mindless scrolling through Netflix lasted a while as you made conversation with one another. Talk of how most movies were boring filled your discussions, exchanging laughter here and there too. It all felt so reassuring, and both of you were starting to feel more relaxed. Movie after movie, it felt like you were about to hit a dead end until you eventually landed on something intriguing.
"This one! This one looks good, right?" You explained, pointed to the digital screen that gently lit up your faces.
"Right, it doesn't sound bad."
Shouto was beginning to uncover you and your character a lot better now. Seeing as you got excited about the most random things, but also the way you were so easily caught off guard. It put a soft smile on his face as he just admired you silently.
The movie began to play, the two of you settling down as the noises from the tv exclaimed through the speakers. To say that Shouto was happy was an understatement. Looking back on the evening from just last night to now was a huge shift, and a huge shift in the direction he could have hoped for. It was the start of something he had been wishing for long while now.
Hearing you laugh at the actors on screen, turning to face him as you shared the humours moments with him had him feeling all gooey inside. Lightly, your leg would occasionally brush past his, making him more than eager to pull a move on you. Fuck it, right? Apparently, Shouto couldn’t just have his cake, he wanted to eat it too.
You were far too cute in this moment, nudging on him softly as your laugh radiated through the air. And so, in a moment when his adrenaline spiked and clouded his judgment, he snaked an arm over you shoulder, cradling you into his chest. You gave into his invitation, resting against him.
Not to say you were all calm about the exchange, you were in fact the complete opposite. It was really happening, you were laying in Shouto’s toned arms, his fingers gently gliding up and down your forearm as he sunk down onto the couch. Laying himself down and then you on top of him.
Was Shouto calm about this, then? Definitely not. His hearts rapid beating was audible as you rested your head on his chest. Smiling hazily as you realised he was just as nervous about all this as you.
As he lay under you, you soaked in his touch, the way his toned figure felt as your hands snaked around his waist. And the way his breathing gently cascaded a chilly breeze down your neck, shivers forming along your soft skin. Ever smooth shift and touch his body made against yours was thrilling.
At this point you weren’t even concentrated on the movie, and instead on the boy under you. The movie acting more as background noise to the thing you really wanted to watch. Glancing up at his soft features, the way his plump rosy lips were slightly parted as his eyes shifted across the screen. Oh how you wanted to kiss him in this moment. What was holding you back exactly?
You could lean any minute if you just so pleased.
“Shouto?” You finally spoke up, interrupting the tranquility between you two.
His response was a simple hum, eyes falling to meet yours. The way he held eye contact, smiling at you invitingly was enough to have anyone falling for him. You felt extremely lucky to be even given the chance to be in this position with him.
“Can I?” You started, lifting yourself up slightly.
“Can you?”
He quirked a brow at you as he sat up to meet your movement. Trapped under you as your two legs straddled his lap, you gave him a sheepish smile. A short moment passed without a response, and Shouto smiled at you suspiciously, leaning in to jokingly examine your face.
“What’s on your mind?”
At his unannounced actions you glanced away, but Shouto only pulled your chin to look back at him. A smirk growing on his face before his palm came to cup your cheek; his other hand resting nonchalantly on your thigh.
And like he knew exactly what you were thinking, with a light brush of his thump against you bottom lip, he dipped in for a kiss.
His plump lips meeting yours. Soft, they felt so soft as they moulded perfectly with yours, meting against the other. The tender way his lips hovered for a second as he pulled away, licking his lips and then coming back in. Glazing you in his touch, he began to move again, taking in one of your lips at a time, relishing in your sweet taste. The way his lips massaged yours with every move he made had you pressing yourself into him.
It felt relieving in a way, finally dining the dish you’ve been craving for so long. After all these months you two have lived together, finally you both were holding each other like you have been wanting. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving throw his hair as you yearned for more.
Your plush tongue came to meet his, intertwining with the other. Happily, he ventured your mouth, taking in every inch of you. Smoothly dragging his tongue to the root of your mouth then pulling himself out, until he came back in once more to suck you back in.
The only think separating you two being the string of spit that drizzled off each other’s tongues as you caught your own breaths between each embrace. Your merciful moans he swallowed, his delicate hands travelling up your spin. They left a cold trail, fireworks erupting your stomach as the adrenaline of this all began seeping in.
You two were getting too carried away, but it just goes to show how bad you wanted one another. Shouto, however, wanted to clear things up before you continued any further.
He pulled away breathily, blinking at you with delight in his eyes.
“Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and i’m sorry if this is sudden. But, I like you.”
That sentence alone had you more flustered than your previous touches and you smiled like a kid with candy.
Was this a dream come true? Maybe it was, which in that case, you definitely didn’t want to wake up. But, lucky for you, this was in fact reality.
“I like you too, silly” You giggled only inches away from his face, and the instant grin that sprawled across his lips was the only confirmation you needed.
Instantly, he engulfed you in a tight hug, his head cradling itself into the crook of you neck.
“Then how about we finish this off in my bedroom now that you’re all mine.” Was the last thing he said, his lips resuming their bidding on the soft skin in your neck.
warnings: mentions of sexual activities, little bit of angst
‣ CLASSIC PRETTY PLAYBOY
‣ he uses his looks to get what he wants
‣ he will go to whatever lengths to get what he want’s
‣ even if it means if he has to sleep with them
‣ he is friends with a fellow bad boy, midoriya
‣ the two of them exchange information they get however, they're very different
‣ midoriya uses it back handedly and he does it really sneakily so he never gets caught
‣ todorki does it up close and personal
‣ todoroki will take his time to really get to a person and he loves the hurt expression the person has when he hurts them
‣ he never got affection as a child so when he got to U.A and got his first confession, he saw that this was an addiction
‣ so he will jump from person to person often, it depends on how bored he gets
‣ he doesn’t sleep with the staff
‣ he flirts and uses his dad’s name to get by if he gets a bad grade
‣ he is also friends with tenya iida
‣ tenya is the only one who keeps him in control from time to time, but to no avail todoroki uses his charm very often
‣ unfortunately you are a victim to his charms
‣ he needed to get information about jirou who didn’t open up to midoriya so he took up the challenge
‣ you fell into his little trap, he would compliment you
‣ “nice work y/n.”
‣ “you look wonderful as ever.”
‣ “no one could compete to your level of beauty”
‣ everyone knew that todoroki was a player
‣ you were well aware, it was just that you thought that he could change
‣ and no one knew that todoroki uses people for information and what not
‣ everyone saw this as he couldn’t find ‘the one’
‣ when he stuck by you like a leech
‣ you would tell him a lot about you, your interests and your best friend, jirou
‣ he would ‘make’ you a lunch (when really his sister did it)
‣ he would hold your hand
‣ he would text you at 3 am saying “i miss you,” or “are you up?”
‣ in your eyes he was so sincere
‣ he was listening to you, however he was waiting for the perfect time to swoop in and cut things off
‣ he had already gone so far as to have secret make out sessions in empty classrooms
‣ so when you were ready to tell him that you wanted him as a boyfriend
‣ you got him a bowl of cold soba from his favourite shop
‣but your heart broke when you saw him hovering another person from general studies and he kissed them on the lips as he told them that “they were the only one”
‣ so you you felt upset so you tapped him on his shoulder and poured the contents of the take out container on his uniform
‣ “it’s over now jerk, i hope you’re happy,” was your last words to him
‣ you walked away feeling emotionally exhausted
‣ you overheard todoroki and the other person exchanging in a conversation
‣ “who was that todoroki san..”
‣ he laughed as he said the most hurtful thing you have ever heard
‣ “i have no clue, they’re practically nothing to me other than a delusional person that got me mixed up with someone else”
‣ he spoke once again
‣ “they’re nobody to me.”
‣ so he wanted you to be no body? you did just that
‣ you refused to be in the same class as him so you transferred to the 1-B instead
‣ you avoided todoroki like the plague
‣ and you even got closer to kendo and tetsutetsu
‣ he was your closest friends ever since you got into their class
‣ you were also friends with monoma but he wasn’t exactly a friend
‣ monoma was courting you
‣ monoma may use his fathers money a lot to influence people, but he was genuine
‣ you two were on the verge of becoming a couple or staying really good friends
‣ you were really cautious after the whole todoroki incident
‣ on the other side of the story, todoroki was a mess
‣ he always had you on his mind
‣ when writing a test he wrote your name instead of his
‣ he gave a girl your favourite snack
‣ he groaned out your name when he did the deed with someone else
‣ he wanted it to stop
‣ he had already gotten what he wanted, so why couldn’t he get you out of his head
‣ he didn’t want to text you after what had happened
‣ but he didn’t want to face you
‣ ‘what is wrong with me? why am i acting like a middle school girl around her crush’
‣ so he dragged you when he saw you during lunch and only looked at your feet as he dragged you to an empty classroom like old times
‣ he wanted to talk to you, but you clearly did not
‣ “what is wrong with you?! let me go back to my friends jerk.”
‣ you were fuming
‣ how dare he come back to you after he called you a ‘nobody’
‣ “you don’t want to be seen with a nobody like me, but then again you have no clue who i am and probably got me confused,”
‣ and with those words you left him motionless
‣ ‘i am not letting them go again’
‣ he grabbed the hem of your blazer and grabbed your cheeks and leaned in
‣ you pushed him away with all your might and rushed out of the classroom
‣ now todoroki was pissed
‣ not only did you pour soba on him but you also dodged him
‣ you on the other hand were on the verge of tears and you texted monoma, to come to the empty hallway you were currently at
‣ monoma came running as you ran into his arms
‣ “neito i need a friend right now.. so please hear me out,”
‣ monoma nodded as he looked past your shoulder
‣ all todoroki could do was watch from a far
‣ and all monoma could do was nod
‣ “can we be friends for now? i just feel kind of drained from feelings you know? you will always be my number one you know.”
‣ todoroki smirked, but monoma’s was wider
‣ “of course y/n i will never let the person near you ever again,”
‣ this was a test of dominance, and neither of the two boys were going to back down
‣ so todoroki did the only reasonable thing to do
‣ google ‘how to make up with someone and ask them out without getting caught by their protective psycho best friend’
‣ he needed to be sneaky about how he was going to get your attention
‣ so he asked iida and midoriya
‣ “are you kidding?! that is the worst idea you could think of todoroki,” midoriya laughed out, while iida face palmed
‣ “well i don’t know what to do right now, i can’t exactly bounce back after saying their name when i’m in bed,” todoroki groaned out
‣ iida patted his shoulder, “give them a week or two and then give them things under the impression that you are a secret admirer,”
‣ so that was exactly what he did
‣ you always found an origami crane in your locker
‣ a letter in your book bag that confessed all the things that the admirer liked about you
‣ little sticky notes that encouraged you through out the day
‣ one day the sticky note told you to come to the courtyard after school
‣ so you did
‣ you came to find no one there
‣ after ten minutes of waiting you were about to leave until you saw todoroki at the only exit
‣ you were about to walk right past him
‣ but he stopped in front of you and held his hand out
‣ “hi, i screwed up in the past and made a terrible mistake, so i would like to introduce myself once again.. i’m todoroki shoto but you can call me shoto alright?”
‣ you looked at him questioningly but you decieded to forgive but not forget so you grabbed his hand hesitantly
‣ “hi i’m l/n y/n..”
‣ todoroki smiled and started leading you to a tall tree off campus
‣ “where are you taking me?”
‣ todoroki looked back, “a pretty tree.. a pretty tree is suitable for a genuine apology and a great place to start a new.”
‣ you sighed and looked at the boy dragging you to a tree and proceeded to whisper:
‣ “i forgave you a long time ago,”
‣ and that is how todoroki gained your trust and later on earned your heart back
my brain decided that it wanted to pump out a bunch of normal bnha au’s today
no extra ocs. just canon characters.
the first two have been primarily about izuku but i’m thinking of making one about katsuki or shoto 🤔 not sure yet tho
like,, maybe quirkless duo katsuki and izuku who still somehow manage to get into UA or shoto with a quirk that is completely different from his mom and dad’s quirks 🤔🤔🤔 decisions, decisions...
