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Rainy Days
Warning(s): Fluff, (hints at suggestive language) adult Shoto
You and Shoto's dating life after you leave your villianous past behind.
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When you wake up, the first thing you see is hetrochromatic eyes already looking at you.
"Good Morning, [Name]."
"G'Mornin," you mutter into a pillow (his intense gaze with no preparation led to you resetting there).
"Your sleep talking is cute every time."
"Ony yud tink tat (Only you'd think that)." You finally turn to meet his eyes, "Want breakfast?"
He nods, "I've been hungry for a while."
You groan as you roll out of the bed, shuffling on some slippers, "Why didn't you wake me up sooner, Sho?"
"You looked peaceful. I could wait," as he got up to follow you, he re-tied his pajama pants.
As you made your way to the kitchen, you yawned, grabbing all the dishes you needed robotically; it was like a seamless routine.
Shoto made himself helpful and helped grab ingredients (which also subtly hinted at what he wanted).
Once everything was set out, he obediently sat at the kitchen island and watched you.
At this point, you'd taught him a little about cooking...but Shoto couldn't be awesome at everything.
After years of teaching him, he'd only managed to master eggs, toast, tea, and cutting vegetables on a good day.
The minute he started your playlist, you sang along like it was your duty as an R&B nerd.
And as he watched you in your element in his kitchen, he felt glad that you were given another chance.
His gaze went down your figure, from your blindingly beautiful smile and plump lips that he could never stop finding attractive no matter how much time passed...
To your hips that swayed with your head to the music; your legs that he loved to hold and have around his—
"Why're you looking at me like that?"
His eyes slid up to meet yours, "I just...I glad that you're with me. I love you."
You didn't know how those three words still managed to fluster you after years.
You smiled, "I love you, too. Wanna try this? See if there's too much seasoning for you?"
Shoto chuckled, "I've been with you long enough to handle some seasoning by now, [Name]."
But he didn't object to being fed, of course he didn't. He loved your soul food no matter what time of day it was.
He was glad that the others weren't here to see this time, sometimes the whole 'you two are a married couple' teasing would get on his nerves.
Let him get spoiled from his Queen in peace.
As he thoughtfully chewed, you kissed his forehead and got back to work.
"Should we go out today?"
"You might want to wear more than just my shirt before we do that."
You rolled your eyes, "Obviously. I hate to see what you'd do if anyone else saw me like this but you."
He stared at you in silence for a long time, you didn't realize he was until you placed the plate in front of him.
Not a twitch.
"Shoto?"
"Hm?" he blinked back to reality. (Oh, there goes gravity.)
"You okay?"
"I was thinking about what I'd do...Probably not the best thing to happen."
You weren't any less confused as he got to eating.
"What does that mean—?”
"—It'd be better if you didn't know."
Well, okay then...
"Besides, it's raining. There's nowhere to go."
Only now did you notice the rain pounding on the window.
"And on your day off, too..."
You felt fingers intertwine with yours before lips brushed against your knuckles.
"That's okay. We don't need to go out for me to enjoy time with you. Last night, for example—"
"—Anyway. We could watch a movie or binge a show."
"If we get to cuddle, deal."
Cuddling was admittedly Shoto's favorite form of physical affection with you.
He loved the way your head fit perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder and head.
He loved the smell of your shampoo while your hair brushed his cheek.
He loved that the curve of your body fit into his, he loved your warmth.
He loved the little whispers of love and affection passing your lips.
He loved the soft neck kisses.
Your nails grazing his back.
He loved your random muttering in English, hearing the slang he understood, the slang he didn't.
He loved the intimacy, he loved how close he could be to you. The pure affection. Something he'd craved for a long time.
He loved the vulnerabilty.
He loved what it represented, the first time the two of you cuddled after a long night of talking.
He loved the trust. The safety.
He loved cuddling with you because you were truly his home.
He needed you.
Absentmindedly, he began to kiss your neck as he went deeper into thought.
More than he realized sometimes.
His friends made him learn what friendship was.
But you taught him what love was like.
"S-Shoto?"
He handn't realized his hands had traveled.
"Yes?"
"What happened to inocently watching the movie?"
He smiled into his shirt, "I never said anything like that...besides, what else is there to do to repay you for the breakfast?"
about. until he met you, shoto todoroki wasn’t really sure what being loved felt like. now that he knows, he’s sure that he wants love with you - for the all his days.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact!, sfw, fluff, happy ending, established relationship, sunday snuggles, proposals, afab!reader, pro hero!todoroki.
things to note. eee i was meant to post shoto’s last saturday but i got rlly busy! i hope you enjoy the double update today, sero later <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩
todoroki never knew what love truly felt like.
to be held like tomorrow has not been promised is something he hardly remembers from his childhood — sometimes if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough, he can catch whiffs of his mother’s shampoo and the feeling of her cashmere sweater against his chubby cheeks.
but it’s always fleeting, never fully present. never really telling of what love feels like.
you were the one who taught shoto that love shouldn’t be something that he has to try and grasp for. that it should be unconditional, that it’s an experience that he deserves.
the half and half hero never thought that he would find someone who cares as much for him as you do — even from the very moment you met. you chose to befriend him despite how callous and cold his exterior was at the time. willingly, you spent years chipping away at the cool layer of frost that prickled on the surface of todoroki’s skin like a sculpture working with the perfect block of ice, desperate to see the real him. not the mould his father had carved him out to be.
you did not seek to change todoroki, to shape him into something new — you simply wanted to see the real him, the warmth in him you knew already existed. it just needed a little coaxing out. you’d told him that on night, your hand sifting through soft peppermint swirl hair. moving as if you couldn’t feel shoto’s heavy heterochromatic gaze on you.
“i like you the way you are, not the way you think you ought to be.”
shoto’s heart had flipped at your confession — like it had done so many times over the years. but being raised in a place where love was replaced by fear, he’d no idea that he was slowly, albeit, surely falling in love with you. oftentimes, you would remind shoto that you found his obliviousness to your feelings for him endearing and adorable. your romance was somewhat of a slow burner, melting like a frozen over fireplace during the winter season. where lingering touches were over analysed and where your cheeks burned hot whenever you stared at one another for too long.
reciprocating your feelings had been a learning curve for the half hot, half cold hero but he had learned from his friends that there is a point to trying (if watching kaminari and his endless attempts at bagging his girlfriend from high school to present day wasn’t motivation enough, todoroki isn’t sure what is). after a patrol through the bustling city some years back, early on into his career as a pro — shoto had held your hands close to his chest, warming you up through the sleet and snow and asked.
“maybe we could try, if you let me?”
he’d not expected you to understand his simple words or burst into tears, nor to say yes and leap up to his height for a delicate chaste kiss. “it’s about damn time, shoto.” you’d replied, beaming so bright he was sure to see galaxies.
he had no idea that the one person he would want to be with for all his life was so close to him, nestled between the milestones and the memories. but now that todoroki has you — he can’t see himself spending a single second away from you. and you, the same with him.
today is no different to how it’s always been since dating todoroki. you lie in his sheets, your bare limbs intertwined and your fingers locked as if you’re never going to let go. todoroki, though lost in his thoughts, worries that you might be able to hear the rapid thump of his heart hitting the inside of his rib cage. if you do notice, you ignore it in favour of drawing shapes along the ridge form of shoto’s naked body, listening out for the sound of his breathing.
he’s scared, truth be told. he worries that despite all this time together — being accustomed to one another’s quips and squicks, that you might leave or abandon him. love is freighting, even if it is supposed to be unconditional. “darling,” the man coos gently, brushing a knuckle over the apple of your cheek.
“hmm?” you sound so dreamy and relaxed, curled up with him like this — you don’t have a care in the world, completely unaware that you make up shoto’s entire world. “yes, my love?”
the wisps of a smile catch on the corners of his mouth, dragging them upwards at the sight of you nuzzling into his warm palm. “i have a question to ask,” todoroki lets out a shaky exhale and shifts to sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his side. he watches as you glance up at him through long lashes, worry dancing amongst the flecks in your eyes.
you nod and take his hand to reassure him that you’re listening.
he decides then, that you’re worth the risk.
“this may seem spontaneous,” todoroki starts slowly, making sure to keep his voice even as though not to spook you. as if you’re a deer in the woods and he’s a hunter on the prowl. “i can assure you that it’s not. i’ve thought about this more times than you could count, but first. you’re aware that i love you. right?” the press of your lips against his sensitive collarbones is enough for todoroki to assume that your answer is yes — he appreciates you giving him the space to talk too. “not a moment of my time goes by where i’m not longing for you, even when you’re right here next to me.”
shoto takes a moment to pause, pushing the question he wants to ask around on his tongue — he wonders how to frame it, how you’ll take it but with one look into your gleaming pretty eyes (he should have known you would get teary from his speech), he knows exactly what to say. “you’ve…shown me a lot of things, a love that shouldn’t be granted. a life that i deserved to lead and so,” he grasps at your fingers with his colder hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over your ring finger. “i think it’s about time that i asked you to be mine.”
he wants you, forever and always. for all of his days — if you’ll stay, that is.
drawing your body up so that you can kneel before him, you squeeze todoroki’s hand back and bring it up towards your lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “sho,” you sigh, the words warmly coasting over his cool skin contrastingly. “are you—?”
“i’m asking you to marry me. that’s if you’ll have me, darling.” the hero feels a little shy at how tenderly you treat him, a rose coloured blush blooming on his milky skin at his cheeks and the tops of his ears.
“i’ll have you in every single lifetime,” you say urgently, throwing your arms around todoroki’s broad, shoulders in a tight hug. “i can promise you that.”
like always, you take todoroki’s hand and he lets you lead him down the path — changing his future, soothing his past. because of course, you’re the only one who truly understands.
Shoto doesn’t think you realize how much he does for you as he drags Kirishima’s pathetic body across a trail of pine and rocks. His arms burn and his anger rises every time he sees you trailing the duo with tears in your eyes; at least your leash looks pretty tied around his wrist. It wasn’t easy murdering a friend, but you had opened your mouth and let absolute shit spill out.
“You know I couldn’t let that happen. You know I had to kill him,” the air conditioning in his BMW is cool but your aura is even colder, you don’t even look at him.
He jerks the car harshly while parking, wanting to hear a squeal or cry to let him know you were there at least a little bit; he got nothing but red-rimmed eyes looking back at him.
Kirishima’s heavier than he looks with all muscle and height, “it’s annoying. Pass me the pliers.”
“...Are you gonna kill me too?”
Shoto doesn’t answer, but the sound of a slick release echoing in the woods as the teeth begin to pile up on the side. Acid threatens to burn your throat as you stare in horror at once as a friend, a potential lover, a human. His red eyes are closed but you can’t help but feel that he’s going to forever stare at you with the look he did before being hacked by Shoto.
The eyes of disbelief, before the ax swung into view and splattered brain matter onto your cheek. You’d know that you’d be haunted by Shoto’s words forever.
“Why don’t you ever listen to me?”
Your knees were bruised with the way you fell alongside Kirishima, a pained scream coming out the sight of the gash that at one point kept your friend in one piece.
“Kirishima,” you warble, “Kirishima.”
“Don’t act like this isn’t your fault!”
Spit sprays as he screams at you, hair mussed up and ax dripping blood. As you watch now with piling fingernails, you suppose it is your fault. You pray to god that Heaven reaches Kirishima.
You pray even more that when it’s your time, Hell will be just as nice.
it’s so hard to find fanfics with good characterization. usually the ‘y/n/reader’ is just a still for romantic interest and doesn’t have any substance outside of their connection to the love interest.. i guess it’s time to start writing again 😭
what really stings most after you break up for: Todoroki, Bakugou, & Deku.
ehhh I’m not great with angst but here ya’ll go. -mod furby
Izuku used to tell you all the little things. At the dead hours of night he opens your contact to text you. Some conspiracy or other, it’s insignificant when he remembers that you’re gone, and for good. It’s like a slap to the face with ice cold water. The tears clog up in his throat, and he sits, hunched over his phone in the darkness of his room. Scrolling aimlessly through the pictures of you two that he may as well delete. The hollow faces of his AllMight posters watch blindly as he stares, dejected, at the screen while he finally realizes that you’re not coming back, and nor will the piece of him that you took with you.
Bakugou wishes his mother would let him forget. He wants to be over the stupid fucking breakup and forget your stupid fucking face but Mitsuki will never stop telling him how nice you were and how useless he must be to not even be able to keep you. Yet he cant bring himself to snap back at her, because it really is his fault. You two had plans. Plans to have a future to be somewhere and to be someone instead of just faces on the street. But all of that was scrapped and discarded. Because even when he was so sure you were a keeper, it all slid sideways and he was forced to come to terms with the fact that that was the end. You wouldn’t be returning.
Todoroki is thrown off. He’s not sure what to do now that you’re not here. You had an unspoken routine, and he didn’t truly realize how much you being gone affected him until he found himself following it, expecting it, only to remember that the routine wasn’t there, and neither were you. He’s confused and frazzled. For a moment his performance in just everything generally drops dangerously because he feels like he’s lost a limb. Like a chunk of him was torn away when you pried yourself out of his life. And he barely scraped by the fact that he’d just have to live without that piece.
I was minding my own business when suddenly an enraged Todoroki appeared out of nowhere. Tightly taking my hand, he pushed me into a corner, kabe-donning me. My breath became jagged as he closed in the distance between us. Soon his lips crashed onto mine and I lost all awareness of the world. His lips in seething unrest sought permission from mine to devour my mouth and as I slightly parted my lips, Todoroki’s tongue lapped over mine like ocean waves on the sand. In between the kisses, I let out moans every now and then. After some time passed, Todoroki started pulling back and I let out an unfavourable sigh. As I stood against the wall still tucked adjacent to Todoroki’s arm, I started searching his eyes for an answer for what was this. He pulled back further and my heart felt a pang.
He murmured, “We should stop seeing each other. It isn’t good for either of us,” and started walking away.
We were back in the crowd of students in the school. I almost lost him in the crowd but I knew this was my only chance. So, I yelled as if my life depended on it. I yelled on the top of my voice, “I love you Todoroki Shouto! I have loved you from ever since I first laid my eyes on you in 3rd grade. I still have that t-shirt that you spilled yellow paint on. My yearbooks have had the same Todoroki shaped cuts in them. I always remember to bring natto in lunch for I know how much you love it. You’ve always been the one and only, Todoroki Shouto! And I’m not afraid of saying it, I love you Shouto! Please be my Valentine for the rest of my life!”
He was breathtakingly pristine; big green eyes and valour that of a soldier. One look at him and you knew he was something special.
It is no secret that I have been visiting the village secretly outside of my father's permission for some time now. On one such excursion, my eyes met those emerald green orbs of light. He had been staring at me for a while, wide-eyed as if I was a freak of nature, and the moment our eyes locked, I caught a glimpse of his pearly whites. What is that idiot smiling for? I looked away and soon got lost in the crowd.
I woke up smiling; I was having a dream of oceans, stars and green emerald eyes. I was dreaming about that boy I had caught staring at me in the village. Who was he again? I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed.
Another secret visit to the village, but this time I was looking for someone. I had not been able to get that freckled, green-eyed boy out of my mind and felt that confronting him will make it go away. He finally came into vision and the moment I got closer to him, my mind went blank. His hair were a lighter shade of his eyes and his smile was enchanting. He wore a cape and his hands were rugged. I had never met someone like him before; his presence was bewitching. As the distance between us diminished, I saw his eyes light up and he screamed, "The prince!"
That idiot! I quickly muzzled him and dragged him into a corner. "How do you know? I am in disguise," I questioned.
"Are you kidding? No matter what you wear you shine like the sun. Your eyes can be seen from miles away and you don't walk, you glide, afraid the ground will soil your delicate feet. You might have dressed like us, but your clothes are obviously a different material..," he went on and on and I could do nothing but stand there with a quizzical expression on my face.
