1. that bakugou/todoroki dynamics but you posted was awesome, i rly like the way you depict those two 2. sasunaru??? 💓💓 i love them so much omg i'm surprised you'd bring them up as prompts possibilities, their relationship is so complex and beautiful 3. that hand-in-hair/hand-crusher mini fic you writes was Everything!!! i feel i must be super annoying but truly i always end up wanting a continuation ajdjakdj ~🔥😎
1. !!!! thank you warm anon truly the dynamic of two strong ppl who are not friends but also not enemies is one of the most fun to explore
2. SASUNARU my friend tbh i only recently watched boruto bc i was kinda salty about how shippuden ended but i gotta say that it’s good!! lmao naruto’s and sasuke’s parenting is well done in how well they don’t do LOL
3. I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW SCARY IT IS THAT YOU HAVE SO MUCH SWAY OVER ME, because here it is!! and NOT AT ALL it’s always an honor to leave others wanting more lmao in fact i was once again honored and lol i totally chickened out on real resolutions but i hope this ending can be satisfactory to you!! with access to only mobile.... OTL i couldnt do anything big
and now i hold my breathcontinuation to….breathing
There are three reasons why they haven’t talked since last night. First, Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor and his is on the second so even with a subtlety that he has never possessed, he’d have no plausible deniability. Second, facing Todoroki after actually touching his face needs a fortitude that he also does not have. Third, Todoroki usually comes back by two but it’s now an hour past and even though talking things out with his mother would probably take some time, could it also be because–
“Deku-kun, slow down!” Uraraka huffs from behind him.
Izuku immediately slows, making a surprised noise. “Sorry, Uraraka-san!” he says quickly as Uraraka catches up.
She shakes her head and grins. “Do you always mumble when you run?”
He’s run with Todoroki once, Kirishima twice. The two of them never said anything. Come to think of it, Izuku once thought about what Kacchan must be like with Kirishima and the crew, and then Kirishima suddenly started a conversation about colorful carrot-and-stick study sessions. It would also explain the next day why a scowling Kacchan sat down diagonally from him in a vacant library full of other very vacant tables.
“I do,” Izuku says in despair. He wracks his brains for any instance of talking about All Might or One for All, and, confident in his recollection, curses his equally confident brain-to-mouth motor neurons.
“Oh, there’s Todoroki-kun!” Uraraka says cheerily and waves to Todoroki, who’s obviously coming back from the main gates, casual wear and messenger bag and a placid expression–
Izuku coughs. “Let’s race to the dorms,” he says, totally suave, and Uraraka eyes him thoughtfully before placing her hands on his back and shoving him in Todoroki’s direction.
“Loser takes the winner’s dinner tray!” she chirps and dashes off.
Meanwhile, Izuku tries to right his balance and in fact does not vault headfirst into flower bushes. He does, however, stumble right into Todoroki’s path, and Todoroki catches him by the arm even after he’s found his footing.
It looks like he’s striking a weird pose, so he quickly clears his throat and straightens up. Todoroki lets his hand fall.
A cricket awkwardly chirps in the silence between them.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night,” Izuku says, equally awkward.
Todoroki inclines his head toward the path, and they start walking back together.
“She said that the scar is a symbol and reminder,” Todoroki says without preamble. He closes his eyes with a sigh and admits, reluctantly, “I didn’t think a scar could mean something good when it comes from something bad.”
Izuku smiles a little sadly. “My hero name,” he offers, and Todoroki opens his eyes. “Before, it meant something bad, but then Uraraka-san changed it to something good.” He brightens up. “People can find strength in the things they’ve lived through, Todoroki-kun!”
“That’s because you’re optimistic and idealistic,” Todoroki replies, coming to a stop before the dorm’s double doors. Izuku also abruptly stops short of his nose colliding with Todoroki’s back.
Todoroki is standing before him, and he blinks, mouth suddenly dry.
“But that’s not a bad thing. Thanks, Midoriya,” Todoroki says, turning around.
This is a total mistake. Izuku didn’t think to back away earlier and now is currently reaping what he’s sowed: Todoroki’s face, above his own, looming, completely in his field of view; a different angle from last night but also, from this perspective, Todoroki has quite literally become the entire world.
Todoroki blinks at their proximity, and when the breath leaves Izuku’s lungs, inviting rushing white noise and a crashing brink, the earth quakes in his chest cavity, a heart with faults and colliding beats.
He will wonder, to this day, why he didn’t step back, and he will never have the answer, because the wind answers, breezing past them; Todoroki, in his own way, answers, eyes open and clear, brow smoothing, mouth softening, head bowing, and you know what else answers? The doors that were definitely not knocked on, because the sound of wood banging against brick makes them spring apart. Izuku chokes, coughs, and cringes away.
Jirou gives them a knowing look, adjusting her arm strap, gearing up for a run. Out of Todoroki’s sight, Kirishima pumps up an encouraging fist at a stricken, wheezing Izuku.
“Midoriya. Breathe,” Todoroki tells him, and smiles.
