Whenever he talks to someone, his eyes stay locked onto theirs with such focus that it feels like he’s trying to memorize every blink. He’d been told once, very seriously by his friends, that “eye contact means you’re listening,” and Todoroki, being Todoroki, took that as an absolute rule of human communication. So now he listened with his whole soul. With his eyes wide, steady, and completely unblinking (he still did, it’s just unnoticeable).
And somehow, you had become the person he stared at the most.
He was staring.
Well aware of it.
“So,” you said, scribbling something down in your notebook, “I think I absolutely bombed that written quiz today.”
“You scored well,” Todoroki replied calmly.
You paused, peeking up at him through your lashes. His eyes were already on you, steady as ever, the contrast of grey and blue catching the light. It still made your heart skip in the tiniest, most annoying way.
“…Did you already see our scores?” you asked.
He blinked once.
“Yes.”
“You could’ve at least let me be dramatic for a little longer.”
“I apologize.”
You laughed softly—and the sound brought a sense of ease to him as you shook your head. “You’re weird, you know that?”
Todoroki tilted his head just a little, still not finding anything wrong with what he was doing. “Is that a negative evaluation of my behavior?”
You snorted. “See? That. That right there.”
He considered that in silence, his gaze never leaving your face. The longer he stared, the more self-aware he noticed you became. You shifted slightly on the couch, the pen slowing in your fingers. It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly—more like standing in warm sunlight that you weren’t sure you deserved.
“…You’re doing it again,” you hummed.
“Doing what?” he asked.
“The staring.” You gestured between your eyes and his. “Do you ever blink when you talk to me?”
Todoroki blinked, as if on cue. Once. Slowly. Then, you resumed staring without any interruption. “I’m listening,” he says, like it’s common sense.
“I know, I know,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “I just—sometimes it feels like you’re looking straight through me. Burning through my skull.”
“That would be inefficient,” Todoroki said seriously. “I am looking at you.”
Your smile grew fonder and a little shy.
“Yeah. I noticed.”
Outside, the distant sounds of training echoed faintly through open windows, but in the room it felt like your own small world. Todoroki noted how you went back to tapping your pen, pretending to focus on your notes, though you were keenly aware of his gaze on your face, your hands, and every tiny movement you made.
And unknown to him, a mischievous thought crossed your mind.
“You know,” you initiated casually, without looking up, “if you keep staring at me like that, I might just fall for you.”
Todoroki’s eyes widened a fraction.
“…Fall?”
You finally looked up at him, cheeks fighting inner demons from holding in a smile. “It’s a figure of speech. I mean, like, romantically?”
“Oh.” He processed this quietly. “Would you be injured?”
Your pen slipped from your fingers and clattered onto the notebook.
“What?”
“You said you might fall,” he explained, brows knitting together with sincere concern. “If you are injured, I could escort you to Recovery Girl.”
For a split second, you stared at him in disbelief. Then you burst out laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained as you bent forward, clutching your stomach. “Todoroki—oh my god—I don’t mean literally fall!”
His expression softened at the sound of your laughter. It always did. The tension in his shoulders eased, and though he didn’t quite understand the joke, he understood that you were happy. That was enough, he thinks.
“You laugh often when you speak metaphorically,” he noted.
“Because you take everything so literally,” you managed between giggles. “It’s part of your charm. Even if you don’t mean it to be.”
“Charm?”
You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye with your handkerchief, still smiling at him. Your eyes met again—yours bright with amusement, his focused and earnest. “Yeah. You’re strangely charming.”
He held your gaze, heart thudding just a little faster than usual. “…I’m glad.”
Silence fell upon you two again, but the silence felt different now—softer, warmer, more comfortable. You retrieved your pen, though you didn’t return to writing. Instead, you rested your chin in your palm and studied him openly.
“You know,” you murmured, “you really do have pretty eyes.”
Todoroki stiffened almost imperceptibly. Compliments still caught him off guard, especially ones so direct, because how does the average person take them? Still getting used to this whole socializing thing.
“…They are functional.”
You smiled tenderly. “That’s not what I said.”
He looked at you a little more intensely, as if trying to analyze your words from every possible angle. This time you didn’t look away when he took the time to think. The world seemed to slow around you, the late sunlight painting soft shadows across his features—but Todoroki dared not to look away even for a second.
Your voice dropped to something quieter. “Does it ever make you nervous? Looking at people like that?”
He considered for a moment. “No,” he answered honestly. “It makes me feel…close to them. As though I am giving them my full attention. You deserve full attention.”
You nodded thoughtfully.
“You’re unfair,” you finally told him.
“I am not trying to be,” he replied.
You peeked back up at him, a small, bashful smile tugging at your lips. “I know. That’s the problem.”
He watched you carefully, as if afraid to miss even the smallest expression. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he spoke. “…When you joke about falling for me, is that also a metaphor?”
You froze.
The room felt very still.
“…Mostly? I think?”
“Mostly,” he repeated. “So there is also a part that is not metaphorical.”
You swallowed, then gave a tiny nod. “Yeah. There is.”
He didn’t look away. Not even for a second. Instead, his gaze softened in a way you hadn’t seen before—still intense, but gentle, almost vulnerable.
“I do not mind if you fall,” he said quietly. “I will make sure you do not get hurt.”
“You really don’t know when you’re being romantic, do you?”
“I am not attempting to be romantic,” he said. “I am being honest.”
“That’s even worse, you know.”
He leaned forward just a little, closing the small distance between you. His eyes searched your face with careful attention. “Does my staring bother you?”
You shook your head. “No. Not at all.” Then, more quietly, “I like it.”
“…You do?”
“Yeah,” you admitted.
“Do you want me to lessen this behavior?”
“What? No! I mean,” you sighed, “do whatever makes you happy and comfy.”
“Whatever brings me happiness,” Todoroki says, nodding along, “is simply looking at you.”
“Ok—that is absolutely corny, you cornball!”
“But you also say things like that—“
“I know, oh my gosh, and it sounds better coming from me,” you laughed. “Kidding, kidding. I need to get used to the things I start because you’re going to be the death of me, Shou.”
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todoroki shouto x reader who dated during UA days but broke up because you two were too focused on building yourselves to become heroes.
timeskip! to the reunion and wow you really havent seen shouto in a while and he's grown so well you cant help but ogle. shouto is no better himself he can barely tear his eyes away from you the whole night because you fill out that skirt in the most beautiful way possible. by the end of the dinner he's wondering why he even let you go in the first place and by the end of the night he's gotten your number tucked into his back pocket.
more pornstar au ! a romantic scene w. shotoroki 😩
18+ MDNI
shoto is a fan favorite. most girls love to fuck him because he makes each scene a true ✨experience ✨. with shoto it’s like the cameras aren’t even there because he makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.
he pulls you against his bare chest as he leans against the headboard, kissing your shoulders softly and kneading your breast. one hand trails from the column of your throat down the front of your body to rest above your womb.
“how would you like it if i put something right here ?” his whispers are soft against your ear, not even the microphones could pick it up. it makes you believe him . it makes you want it.
he pulls your ear between his teeth, sucking at the lobe while his blunt nails scratch the sensitive skin above your pantyline. his thumb skims underneath and he snaps the material making you mewl. he smiles against your skin, closing his eyes to sniff your hair while twisting your nipples.
“your hair smells nice” it’s an off handed compliment but the small praise has you rubbing against his thickness.
“please touch me, sho” you whine, all needy and small. it makes his cock twitch in his sweats.
“i am touching you, baby. don’t you feel me ?” his hips roll upwards, rewarding you with brief friction on your buzzing mound. he continues to kiss your neck and shoulders while his hands twist your nipples and rub along your pantyline.
frustration bubbles beneath your skin. the sensations are simultaneously under and overwhelming.
“more, sho.” you turn to kiss him, running your tongue against his soft lips before delving into his mouth. your hand tugs at his hair, earning a soft grunt from the man but his ministrations never stop. he continues to pinch and pull your nipples at a languid pace and delicately caress your stomach. “please , i want it” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.
“you have no idea how beautiful you sound” his spit soaked lips move against yours, the hand teasing your breast moves to cradle your cheek. “but I can’t read your mind, you have to tell me what you want. can you do that for me ?”
his hand slowly moves from your cheek to wrap around your throat but he doesn’t squeeze. he rests it there, like a collar. your lips meet again but this time he leads the kiss.
“please tell me, sweetheart. i just want to help” his tone is soft but commanding. his dominant aura constricts you, it makes it so easy to slip away into that fuzzy headspace.
“i want to cum. please help me cum shoto” you whine, spreading your legs lewdly and pulling his hand inside your panties.
shoto is happy. his long fingers delve into your wetness then circle your pulsating center.
“see, i knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you baby”. fleeting kisses are pressed against your shoulder just as the digits plunge into your wetness. “let’s get you fixed up , okay ?”
ALSO kinda obsessed with todoroki not being very experienced before you and he thinks he’s in love with you so your first time being sexual with him he’s like “you need to tell me when you like what i do. i can tell through your body but tell me, love. okay?” and he’d be running his hands up and down your thighs and you’re nodding like you’re under his spell. “yes, yep, yes i will.”
and then him paying attention to you clenching and moaning every time he talks. all deep and tense and dirty. one time he grunts, “you’re so fucking tight, you’re soaking my cock.” and your eyes widen, “oh my god shou.” and he pauses looking from where you’re joined to your eyes, “sorry. was that too much?”
“no not at all.”
“i’ve been… paying attention to what you like.” and your heart squeezes because he’s still so cute even when he’s buried in you.
you run your hand down his chest, “you don’t have to do it if it’s not natural.”
he thrusts back and forth into you, “it is natural, i’m just saying what i’m thinking.”
and he’s so sexy without realising, without meaning to and it makes you love him a whole lot more.
pairing: shouto x male!reader (refers to reader as a boy once, you could read this as gn) genre: fluff word count: 611
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your phone vibrating wakes shouto far too early on a weekend. he blinks awake, leaning over to check it. momo is calling, probably something about your upcoming wedding. he turns the phone off and shifts slightly to look at you more. your arm is thrown over his chest and you curl into his side. he moves your hair out of your face and smiles at your sleeping figure.
shouto doesn't have many opportunities to wake up next to you with both of you being top pro-heroes, so he cherishes the moments when he can.
since the years of training at ua and his time as a pro-hero, shouto has gotten used to waking up immediately. since he can't fall back asleep, he decides to watch you. his left hand moves to gently play with your hair, twisting it around between his fingers.
shouto finds himself getting lost in thought in the silence. he thinks back to the seeing you for the first time, when you were nothing more than the boy with a sweet smile sitting next to him in his homeroom class.
"l/n," you bow, introducing yourself.
shouto reciprocates, albeit a little awkwardly. "todoroki."
shouto doesn't remember much about you from your first year at ua. he remembers you sticking close to mina, spending much of your time around her.
he remembers the first sports tournament when he began to open up to his classmates, you included.
"todoroki," you call after him. your arm is bandaged and bruises litter your knees, but you still pull away from recovery girl to greet him. "you were great out there!"
"thanks."
that simple interaction stuck with him. shouto wasn't used to people complimenting him for him. he remembers laying in bed that night and wishing he remembered more than the fact that you're close friends with midoriya, barely able to recall a surname.
his mind continues drifting though every memory he has with you. when you nervously asked him out on a date.
"shouto, i have… feelings for you. romantic feelings. i understand if you don't feel the same way, but if you do, i was wondering of you'd like to go on a date sometime."
he thinks about your first kiss, and how he finally understood why people describe the feeling as fireworks exploding.
"can i kiss you?" your voice is quiet, but confident. shouto only nods. you lean forward and gently press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. shouto nervously leaves his hands at his side until you place one on his cheek. when you pull away, you lean your forehead against his and smile. "i think i'm in love with you."
he'll never forget how happy your smile makes him. you had the same smile when he asked you to marry him as you rested on his chest after a long day of work.
"i love you." you murmur, listening to his heartbeat.
"i love you too. i want to spend the rest of my life with you." he pauses when you look up at him, silently encouraging him to continue. "i want to wake up to you every morning. i want to come home to you every night. i want to hold you everyday and fall asleep to your heartbeat every night. y/n, will you marry me?"
shouto's thoughts are interrupted by you stirring in your sleep. he rubs a hand against your back when you blink awake, staring up at him with a small smile. the same smile that he fell in love with.
"good morning."
"morning, shou."
"i love you." you chuckle, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.
Warnings: Everyone is aged up appropriately! Mentions of alcohol and female reader.
Scenario: Drunk confessions.
Word Count: 773
Genre: Fluff
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"Happy birthday, Mina!" The entire class 1A was gathered at Hagakure's house, throwing a surprise party for the pink hero. It had been so long since everyone gathered together so it was nice seeing everyone at the same time.
However, you were glad that you and Todoroki continued to see each other often even after graduating from UA. It was hard getting everyone to one location due to conflicting schedules.
You always hung out with the half and half hero at least two or three times a week, especially on Fridays and weekends. You both would exchange texts frequently as well.
Todoroki wasn’t the only one you closely connected with after UA, but he was different. You had the biggest crush on your close friend. It was so hard to read him so you could never determine if he returned those feelings.
Ah, if only you knew the truth.
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"You okay, Todoroki-kun?" The half and half hero directs his gaze towards his green haired friend.
"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was. . .distracted." He sips on his beverage, Midoriya looking towards where Todoroki was focused on. He sees you talking with Tsuyu, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Iida, most likely catching up with the four. He looks back at his friend after hearing him sigh quietly. Todoroki had his cup to his lips becoming distracted again by your laugh.
"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Midoriya asks, fully aware of his feelings for you.
"No, not yet. I'm not sure how to approach it nor am I sure of her feelings for me." Todoroki lowers his cup, his slightly sad gaze directed downwards.
"I-I'm sure she feels the same! You two are pretty close, huh? She's not really like that with anyone else. Besides, if she wasn't that comfortable with you, she would've said something."
"I suppose."
"But no pressure, Todoroki-kun! C'mon, let's just enjoy and see what everyone else is up to." Midoriya knew how madly in love both of you were with one another.
He had been harboring this secret for quite some time and it has been killing him. He promised both of you to not say a word but it was so awkward being in the middle. He just wanted his two friends to be happy!
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A couple hours have passed by and you were enjoying everyone's company despite it being a little loud. But you didn't mind. It was filled with joy, laughter, and some good music.
You and Todoroki found yourselves in the kitchen, taking a celebratory shot with the birthday girl. Once she finishes her drink, she leaves to find Hagakure and Jirou.
"Oh boy, I'm gonna need a break." Todoroki hears you say and he glances over to you, seeing your face more flushed than usual. You had both your hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. He could also feel his own face increasing in temperature, but it was more due to how cute you looked rather than the alcohol.
Your adorable pout, the blush across your face, and the cute expressions you made in reaction to something made him weak. He diverted his thoughts back to your comment, not wanting to get caught staring.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, of course! I'm with Todoroki, Shouto, the best person in the whole, wide world and my biggest crush!"
"E-excuse me? Crush?"
"Mhm! I love Todoroki, Shouto! He's the sweetest, kindest, and most handsomest man I know. He's also really smart and an amazing hero. I love watching him fight, but I hate it at the same time because I get really sad when he gets hurt. But he's so cool when he goes whoosh with his right arm and them bop with his other. He's just so.. so perfect!" You giggled to yourself.
"Is he now? Sounds like a good guy."
"He's the greatest! But you can't tell anyone, okay?" You held up a finger on the tip of your nose and lips, trying to enforce how important that your secret stays quiet.
"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me." He chuckles, attempting to control the smile that was trying to stretch across his entire face. He then sees you fanning yourself and immediately grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge. He opens it for you and advises you to take a sip.
Once you were hydrated and the drunken fog was fading, you realized that your thoughts had escaped from your lips. As soon as Todoroki sees a mix of horror and realization in your eyes, he quickly leans close to your ear.
i don't even write for MHA but I headcannon that shoto is a ACTIVE STONER like that mf faces blunts, joints, bongs, he aint that quiet and oblivious for no reason, my boy is fried.
HE'S A WALKING LIGHTER, you can't tell me he ain't got his hand over a bong especially after getting into it with Endeavor on the phone. He immediately lights up, stressed asf.
He definitely smokes indica to help his nerves and his crippling anxiety, and smokes Sativa whenever he matches with Sero.
ofc Sero introduced the stoner world to him, he was a sheltered kid
You can always tell when he's smoked when his eyes are glossier than usual, they don't get red anymore since this MF SMOKES EVERY CHANCE HE GETS.
Dont get me started on Sero....another draft for another day..
I can imagine him walking into his dorm room, exhuasted from training all day, pulling out his stash from under his bed rolling up.
Imagine stoner!shoto rolling up a blunt in front of you...yall know he's a perfectionist too when it comes down to it,
maybe i should start writing for MHA...CUZ HOLD TF ON
