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+ prince!s.todoroki x lady!reader. royalty au. unrequited love. angst. fluff. reincarnation.

+ young and beautiful by lana del ray, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be by jess banko, heather by conan gray, happiness is a butterfly by lana del ray, daddy issues (remix) by the nbhd, yellow by coldplay, staryboy by the weekend, falling by chase atlantic, i love you by billie eilish, heartburn by wafia.

+ this is heavily inspired by the manhwa the abandoned empress and the book series the selection. so you might see lots of things similar to them. i definitely recommend reading them since they're amazing <33

"The sinner Y/N L/N, the queen engaged in immoral activities out of jealousy and envy and has committed treason by daring to assassinate the emperor."

You wondered when things had started to go wrong.

"As such, she will be deposed the position of Queen. The fortune, title, and land of Duke L/N will be confiscated. As for punishment for attempting to murder a royal and such..."

Why were you here?

"She will be executed."

Your only sin was loving him.

He was the only purpose in your life, and yet, you were only a bother to him.

"Execute her!"

If you could begin your life again, you wouldn't...love him again...

INTRO

FIRST ACT

SECOND ACT

THIRD ACT

FOURTH ACT

FIFTH ACT

SIXTH ACT

SEVENTH ACT

EIGHT ACT

NINTH ACT

TENTH ACT

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- wonderwall. | intro

+ prince!s.todoroki x lady!reader. royalty au. unrequited love. angst. fluff. reincarnation.

+ young and beautiful by lana del ray, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be by jess banko, heather by conan gray, happiness is a butterfly by lana del ray, daddy issues (remix) by the nbhd, yellow by coldplay, staryboy by the weekend, falling by chase atlantic, i love you by billie eilish

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“Lady Y/n, His Grace The Duke has asked for your presence; we need to get you ready.”

“Two more minutes, please, Mary. I look utterly terrible at the moment. Let me at least deem myself more presentable.”

“Alright, Lady Y/n. Please knock on the door once you’re pleasant. We’ll be waiting here.”

“Thank you Mary.”

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, hands gripping the patterned gold sink; how was this possible? Your face, which had been filthy and bloodied, appeared younger and more alive than it had in a long time. Your hair, which had been cut short only a few days before, was returned to its long, silky state, falling down to your waist. The image upset you to your core; you felt sick and wanted to puke on the spot. It was all too familiar, reminding you of the times you were blindly in love with someone. You couldn't take it anymore, but how was this even possible? You were executed only last morning in front of hundreds of people, including the royal family and the alleged love of your life.

Just thinking about him caused your heart to ache.

How could you still care for him after all he's done to you and your family?

You had loved him your entire life, and as the daughter of the Duke L/n, who was nothing but devoted to the royal line, you were groomed to be the empress, to govern the country with the one and only Prince Shoto Todoroki.

You were completely enchanted when you first saw him in the garden at his portion of the royal palace. You'd never encountered a kid like him before, his two-toned hair unrivaled by the other suitors, his eyes revealing two separate stories if the other stared deep enough, his scar which just added to his authenticity, fitting perfectly on his face. You'd heard about the scar that graced his face, detracting from his blessing of a look, but you'd never seen it that way. It was what made him the kid you fell in love with, according to you; on the contrary, you believed it made him seem even better.

All you wanted to do was show him how much you loved him, and you got your opportunity when the kingdom organized a tournament for all the high-class daughters around the nation.

You never pictured yourself to be the clinging kind, yet that is precisely what you turned out to be. You would constantly make yourself accessible in his spare time, so you could join his garden stroll, get your clothes tailored to look nice at his side, and study everything to satisfy him and his hobbies. But, unfortunately, it never happened that way; what you believed was showing him your affection actually served to intensify his contempt for you.

Your alone moments would consist of him ignoring you, meal times being unnoticed, and your feelings being brushed away, but that never stopped you. You were determined to show him how much you cared, never giving up despite his actions, and you somehow made it to the top two positions with Momo Yaoyorozu, the daughter of a well-known Marquess.

You hadn't paid much attention to Shoto's interactions with the other contestants since your main thought was to find a method to satisfy him; you supposed that's why you hadn't noticed his lingering gazes at her or how kind he was when near her. You only understood this when it was revealed that Momo Yaoyorozu would become Empress, with you, the Queen, standing at her side.

It crushed your heart into millions of pieces to watch them so joyfully, completely, and passionately in love, just like you were. But you never grumbled; even if you couldn't be the owner of his heart, all you wanted was for him to be happy, and if Momo did that, you'd do everything to keep it that way.

And you performed your job; because you were raised to be the Empress, you helped Momo learn the ropes, led her through difficult decisions, and helped her maintain a decent image among the commoners. Why did you suffer this destiny while you were properly doing your duties as Queen? Never in a million years would you have predicted the events that led to your death. Who would have guessed that Momo Yaoyorozu would be poisoned while three months pregnant?

They never discovered the true perpetrator; you remember this because the picture of your father being found guilty was still extremely clear in your memory. With an inexplicable emotion, you had pulled the diamond-encrusted hairpin out of your hair to stab the love of your life in his abdomen, and well...you can anticipate what happened next.

Even after this reincarnation, the feeling of rage never went away, especially when your father was wrongfully accused. You weren't raised in the most loving household; your mother died when you were a young girl, and your father drifted apart after that. You couldn't, however, blame him and your mother's death for the fallout of your father-daughter connection. You had never tried to reach out to him and had never shown affection to him, which is why you would establish that relationship with him on this second shot at life.

You had the ideal strategy in mind. In your former life, you were always a highly industrious person, and in addition to lessons on becoming the ideal Empress, you also got training in sword fighting and archery. You've been sitting in the bathtub for hours, stress-eating your nails while devising a strategy since you shut yourself in your bedchamber's bathroom. Because you don't have any siblings, you're the only one who can carry on the L/n Dukedom, which influenced your selection. You would become a knight in order to become the family's head, never dealing with Shoto Todoroki again. It was a flawless plan, and you had the perfect reason; nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Mary, you can come in now!”

You were now going along your home's hall, on your way to eat breakfast with your father, as he had asked. You took in every picture on the walls as well as the view of your family's expansive garden. You'd missed all of this, the peaceful sense that came with returning home. Despite the fact that the royal palace was considerably more gorgeous than anywhere else, you would immediately and unequivocally choose your own house. Even the artwork of your family (including your mother), which you had despised, was suddenly something you craved. Was it necessary to die and be given a second opportunity to appreciate the value of everything?

Apparently, it had.

When you entered the room, your father was already seated at the head of the table, reading through a book. You knocked on the door twice to make your presence aware, “You called for me, father?”

“Oh, I did, dear! Why don’t you join me for breakfast this morning, hm? Come sit next to me.” he pointed at the seat beside him. You tried your best not to let your shocked expression slip through your mask. Why was he acting so kind? “My my, did you get a haircut? It suits you quite well.”

“Thank you, father.” you took the empty seat and watched as the maids brought in the vast options of food and placed them on the table. You had trimmed your hair after all, memories of him toying with your long hair and braiding it once flashed through your mind when you glanced in the mirror, so you did what was required. You'd cut it yourself, and it was now just one inch below your shoulders.

“May I ask what the event is?”

“Event? Can’t I just enjoy some nice breakfast with my daughter? You had me worried for the past few days when you fainted all of a sudden–”

“Fainted?”

“Oh, you must have hit your head as well, darling. You’ve been sleeping for a few days now; all the doctors I called couldn’t tell us what the problem was. This breakfast isn’t even near to what you need to eat right now!”

Had you fainted? Ah, it must’ve been after your execution. But still, your father had been worried, for you? So this was an excellent opportunity to start building the relationship you so desired. You would not make the same mistakes as your past life, which was a great place to start. “Father, I wanted to talk to you about something.” you said as you placed food on your plate.

“What is it, dear?”

“I want to become the head of this house.”

You watched as he put his fork down to lean against his chair, hands holding each other resting on the table, “Why is that?”

“I want to become a knight and become the head, father. There is no one else to continue the lineage.”

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, “You need to attend the competition Y/n, you got the invite; there is no way we could decline it.” You were frozen on your spot. How could you forget it? You were seventeen right now, which meant the competition to become the Empress would start in one month. How could you be so stupid to think you could smoothly live your life away from his radar? “But I don’t want to become the Empress, father. I want to stay here.”

“Are you sure? You were talking about wanting to become the Empress since you were a little child, my dear. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Now how were you supposed to answer that?

‘Oh, father, I actually lived this life before and knew you, and I am going to die, so I’m trying to prevent that.’

Yeah, that wouldn’t work.

“I thought about this family, father. I’m an only child, and I want this house to continue for more generations. Please grant me this wish.”

“You know I can’t–” you slumped in your seat, your lips pouting, “–but we can make a deal.”

“A deal?” you perked up at the sound of that.

“Yes. If you lose the competition, I will grant you your wish. But I don’t want you to give up from the beginning. You should make it to the finals and be on the last two standing, and then when you come home, I will allow you to become the head of this family.”

Last two standing? That was how you reached your end! You needed to stay away from Shoto as much as possible; you couldn’t wait till the finals. “The finals? Surely I don’t have to stay that long–”

“My decision is final. If you accept it, I will grant your wish.”

You nibbled on your lower lip as you considered this offer. There were two possible outcomes to the events. One, you reach the finals and beg Shoto not to pick you as Queen, telling him your request, or two, the same events unfold, but he disregards your wishes and crowns you Queen, only for you to resume your previous life.

Alternatively, an entirely other path might be established in which you are eliminated from the start and lose your chances at a happy existence. After weighing the options, it appeared like accepting your father's proposal would be the wiser choice.

You could accomplish it because the genius in you devised a different strategy. After the first day, you would approach Shoto and offer your assistance in selecting the right Empress because you knew everyone from your previous life; you could remove them by exposing their weaknesses to him while keeping Momo for the long haul. And, with your assistance, he will fulfill your goal of becoming the family head. Wasn't that a fairly good plan?

“Alright, father, I accept your offer.” you sighed.

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- wonderwall. | first act

+ prince!s.todoroki x lady!reader. royalty au. unrequited love. angst. fluff. reincarnation.

+ young and beautiful by lana del ray, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be by jess banko, heather by conan gray, happiness is a butterfly by lana del ray, daddy issues (remix) by the nbhd, yellow by coldplay, staryboy by the weekend, falling by chase atlantic, i love you by billie eilish, heartburn by wafia.

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Your second chance at life felt a little strange at times. You're afraid that it will go in the blink of an eye, you'll die, and your family will be gone forever. However, you also believed in yourself; you were determined to live a comfortable life this time, and no obstacle would stand in your way; you would make it happen. But, unfortunately, the month had flown by too fast for your taste; your free time and calm state of mind had vanished and it was already the evening before your departure; the maids were busy getting you ready.

The corsets you had to wear were one thing you didn't miss . Who had made these items in the first place? It did nothing but obstruct your airway. If you don't include the fact that there is no bed in jail cells , the days you had to wait for your execution in a filthy, loose dress were perhaps the most physically pleasant days you've ever had. Mary, your head maid, stood behind you with the rest of the maids, pulling on the corset straps to press you even tighter. The many other pair of hands were busy messing with your make-up and smoothing out your outfit.

Mary was someone you had a great deal of faith in. She was the head maid, and she filled the lack of mother figure you so craved your whole life. She was constantly looking out for your best interests and made sure you always had a grin on your face. She had a very gentle look; her burgundy hair cut short above her shoulders completing her pristine look, almond-shaped eyes, and her simple brown-colored orbs portraying her experience and emotions. Her height was taller than you, passing you with 4-5 inches, Mary had aged well, she wasn’t old per se, but she wasn’t the youngest maid in the household as well.

The days you spent in the prisons had made you ponder about her and if any other Duke or Marquess would welcome her when your house fell. The nobles were petty and liked stories; you were concerned that her association with your name might result in her losing her position, but you set those fears aside for the time being. You were here to change the past, and you weren't going to let Mary affected by your poor choices.

“Mary, you're going to leave me physically breathless!” You stated this while holding your waist to keep her from fiddling with the corset any longer.

“Dear, we need to highlight your figure! It would be a pity if His Highness did not notice your eye-catching figure!” She tries to keep her seriousness, but you don’t miss the mischievousness that falls on her lips.

“I never said I wanted his Highness’s gaze on me like that, though.” You mutter under your breath, which Mary catches with a quirked brow.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You smile sweetly. “Can’t you at least loosen it a little? I don’t think his Highness would appreciate me falling flat on his marble floor.”

“Oh, fine, alright.” She brushed her clothing off and took a few steps back to gaze at your shape. “The outfit will look stunning on you! I don't want to come across as disrespectful, Lady Y/n, but I'm glad you decided to alter your dress.” She dashed out to get you the dress you'd be wearing today.

“It's not at all insulting, Mary. I simply realized how...bright the other one was and decided to tone it down a few notches.” You observed as she brought the dress around.

“You made the correct decision, my Lady. This one will look stunning on you, exactly like a princess.” When she smiles fondly at you, you can’t help but feel warm inside.

Half an hour later, the dress was completely on you, and the maids had finished with your face and the jewels that adorned your body. You looked at yourself in the long mirror, your hands moving about your body, feeling the corset through the material of your dress. You had the appearance of an ancient storybook princess, but you didn't feel good about yourself. How many times have you put on gowns solely to please him? When was the last time you even wore anything because you thought it was beautiful? As much as you dreaded the prospect of seeing him again, it was unavoidable at this point. You only prayed your expression didn't reveal all the feelings you'd kept to yourself.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your reverie, “It's Mary, Lady Y/n.”

“You may enter!”

“The carriage has arrived; his Grace The Duke awaits your arrival downstairs.” She stands before the doorway as composed as she always is, but the slight breathiness in her voice gives away her excitement.

“All good, Mary,” you give an appreciative nod, “thank you for informing me. I'll be there in a minute.”

It was now or never; you weren't going to squander this second shot at life; you were going to live a long and happy life.

“At long last, you've come. The carriage is waiting for you outside, and your luggage is being taken care of, dear.” As you waltzed to his side, your father met you at the bottom of the steps.

“Thank you, father,” you embraced him, leaning closer to his ear, “I hope you uphold your end of the bargain,”

“I guarantee that if you make it to the finals, I'll come and declare you the successor of the family.” His lips pecked your cheek as if to console you, smiling down at you as a knock on the door broke his focus. He waved his hand as you heard light steps fill the room, a pretty girl with an innocent gaze rushing right before you. “Of course, they'll provide you maids to help you, but the royal family also allows the candidates to arrive with a single maid.” He pointed at the girl standing before you, who had a hesitant grin ghosting on her lips, adding to her innocent gaze. "This is Adelaide,” your father explained with a proud smile, “she will accompany you to the palace."

You thought her face seemed familiar, but everything clicked into place when you heard her name: Adelaide. She wasn't your average maid. Despite being assigned to assist you during the choosing process, you had come to realize that she was nothing more than an opportunist, one that was half responsible for your collapse. She was quick with her hands, too, swift fingers pulling pieces of jewelry collection and walking off in the castle, only to wind up in small controversies with the other suitors present in the palace.

“I appreciate your kindness, father,” you press your lips together, “but I'd rather go with someone I know, like Mary!”

“Wouldn't a younger girl be preferable? Someone who is up to date on the newest fashions?” Your father persists with a quirked brow.

“Mary here keeps up with all the latest fashions! She's always helped me with everything; I'd be a lot more at ease if she came with me.” You glanced at Mary, who had her worried gaze at you as a timid grin brightened her face.

“If that's what you want, then go ahead and do it. But, Mary, you should go prepare your luggage.”

You drew Mary closer to you and offered your father a tight-lipped smile, saying, "No need, father, we can go shopping together at the capital. I believe it is past time for Mary to get a new outfit.”

“Lady Y/n–” you squeezed her side to silence her, your gaze fixed on her. “Well, we should get going; once I arrive, father, I'll write you a letter.”

“Alright then, dear, have a safe trip,” he waved as you left the household..

“Father, I bid you farewell.”

Your father was adamant, and with Adelaide's expression in her eyes, you knew you had to get yourself and Mary out of there. Your departure was a bit sooner than you had planned since you were afraid that the events might begin to repeat themselves.

In a former life, you were the first competitor to spend time with Shoto before anybody else; you were madly in love with him. Even if you do leave early this time, you will make certain that you do not run into him. Instead, you'll go to your bed chambers and leave your luggage there, then leave right away to go shopping with Mary. A diversion would be beneficial to your thoughts, and shopping was something that always managed to improve your mood, allowing you to plan your activities.

You and Mary stepped out your front door, only to be met by an excessively decorated carriage. It appeared to be too much red and white with an awful golden frame, ensuring that everyone knew who it belonged to. Who was the architect of the palace? You'd never believe how you used to think these designs were 'beautiful.' Love has a way of messing with people's heads; you want to make fun of yourself.

When you and Mary arrived, the two guards in front of the door perked up and opened the door to let you and Mary into the carriage. You observed as Mary fiddled with her hands, avoiding eye contact. “I apologize if my request was a little too sudden, but you're the one person I trust to be at my side. Plus, we'll start shopping as soon as we get there! I think it's about time you received some new clothing; I can already see how lovely you'll look in them!”

As you took your seats, you placed your hand on hers to ease her down. The blush rising to her cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you, “You’re too kind, My Lady. I’m honored you see me capable of assisting you throughout your stay.” you smiled. She was, indeed, a remarkable woman.

When you think back, you wonder how Mary survived after you and your father died. She's always been a kind, understanding force to be reckoned with, but your image most likely influenced her job. These notions in your brain caused you anguish; you and everyone you've ever loved had to endure enormous suffering simply because of an allegation and your naive love. You'd make certain that everyone you cared about had a good life, no matter what.

“We've arrived, My Lady.” Mary's voice jolted you out of your reverie as you gazed out the carriage windows at the grandeur of the royal palace. The magnificent gates and entryway never failed to astound you. It was encircled by a big forest full of thousands of trees, and the unusually large gates stood tall with exquisite patterns constructed on them, providing a one-in-a-million vista throughout the kingdom. Despite the carriage's negative impression of the family, the palace had the most thought-out and intricate design ever; it was a sight to see throughout the entire nation.

The palace was not designed by the present dynasty; it was left by the former emperor who died of old age; it was reasonable to say his reign was the golden era of the empire, acclaimed for how much the kingdom prospered under his control, he was always remembered.

When you and Mary stepped out of the carriage, you found yourself staring at a woman and a man, both gazing at you with judging eyes and pressed lips. You recognized them, head maid and butler of Prince Shoto, as well as three additional maids behind them, whom you knew as Hollie, Margaret, and Bethany. Roselyn and Damien, the head maid and butler, you'd known since you were a youngster. They were always present when you arrived at the palace for your weekly sessions with the royal tutors and treated you just like the Prince himself. You'd never forget the sight in their eyes on the day of the execution; remorseful, for you or for themselves; you had no idea.

The other three maids behind them weren’t much different; because they were fed lies about your obsessive love, they never exactly welcomed you warmly; only Margaret opened her eyes after seeing the hatred and abuse you received. However, because her generosity was motivated only by pity, you could never accept her acts and words.

“We extend our greetings to Lady Y/n of the L/n Dukedom.” You observed as they all curtsied as a gesture of respect; you opened your fan to hide the smirk that was growing on your lips. Then, with a nod of your head, you motioned for them to rise, saying, "It's fantastic to be back here, Roselyn." Nothing has changed, as far as I can tell.” Roselyn walked towards you, lips curled in a grin, her voice as if it was mocking you. “Your presence has been much missed around here, Y/n. Should we grab your baggage so you may pay a visit to His Highness?”

This was the crucial question. This was the point at which you would initiate the sequence of actions that would alter the events of your prior life. You lowered your fan as you looked at Mary, saying, "Actually, I intended on going shopping for my maid and me. However, I would like it if my luggage could be placed in my bedchamber.” Damien and Roselyn's looks were the most pleasurable you'd felt in a long time; to say they were surprised would be an understatement.

You, who has never refused to pay Shoto a visit, who has always been at his side seeking his devotion, refusing to see him? They'd best get accustomed to it since it was going to happen a lot more now.

“If that's what you desire. We'll have your room ready for you when you return; when should that be?” she said hesitantly, motioning for the servants to bring your belongings, Damien trailing after them. “Perhaps an hour or two? I'm not sure what to say. There are several shops I'd like to visit,” you said innocently as you watched them. “All right, sweetheart, we'll get started right now. You will be accompanied by the guards while shopping. You may utilize the carriage you arrived in.” You didn't even bother answering, instead you dragged Mary, who had stood calmly during the event, back onto the carriage.

A person stood beside the window of his study, watching the proceedings unfold, but he took a seat behind his table before the Lady left. He had a lot of work to do and couldn't keep his thoughts occupied with every single contestant that arrived today. He had a hunch he'd see the Lady who had just arrived in his office shortly. It was a pattern he wanted to avoid since she was constantly around, and if she wasn't, her name was referenced every corner he turned; it irritated him to some level.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his trance, and he braced himself for the voice that never seems to leave his head. “You are welcome to enter.”

The door opened to show his head maid, Roselyn, who merely said, "I greet His Highness, Prince Shoto," and curtsied. Shoto had a puzzled expression on his face; why weren't you next to Roselyn? When you visited, you were always by her side to meet him; what was different this time?

“Where has Lady Y/n gone, Roselyn?”

“She stated that she wanted to go clothing shopping with her maid. Your Highness, she'll be back in an hour or two.”

Had you really gone shopping? What happened to having your clothing custom-made for you? And why was he bothered that you hadn't come to welcome him as usual? He must have gone insane; it was better this way; he didn't want to raise your aspirations any higher than they already were. It would only lead to a dispute between the L/n Dukedom and the royal family, which no one desired. “All good, I appreciate you alerting me. You may leave now,” he said dismissively to Roselyn.

He had a lot to accomplish, and if he wanted to do everything before the royal court met, he needed to get started right now.

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Shoto vs Blanket

Shoto Todoroki x Reader Cuddles, fluff, jealousy and crack lmao

A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this because I thought it was pretty trashy (and I would probably be the only one to find it kinda funny) but ya know…someone else out there might enjoy it so HERE YA GO!

You turned under your sleeping boyfriend’s heavy arm uncomfortably and rubbed your cold feet together to try and get some warmth.

Roughly tugging the thin sheets up to your body, you rolled over and snuggled in but you were still colddddddd!!

“Agh! Fine i’ll get up,” you whispered-yelled to no one but the monsters under the bed.

You threw the covers off of yourself and slipped out of Tododroki’s arms.

Luckily, he was quite the heavy sleeper.

Sliding to the edge of the bed in the dark room, you prepared to make your way to the-

“Where are you going?”

You: I THOUGHT U SAID HE WAS A HEAVY SLEEPER?!

Me: IM SORRY! I LIED 😭

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My little flame

Synopsis: He doesn't believe in soulmates or bonds as he comfort you from a nightmare

Contents:Dabi x Anon! reader-cute-fluff-denial-tsundere[Dabi]-mention of self-harm [reader]-neurodivergent [reader]

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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P.s: i just tought how Dabi would be with an neurodivergent SO despite is persona and ego hshshsh

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After an entire week of having you around, Dabi found himself begrudgingly growing attached to you. It bothered him, how your presence seemed to linger in his thoughts even when he wasn't around you.

He did his best to suppress it, to act like his usual apathetic self, but there were small moments when he slipped up. Glances that lingered a bit too long, a hint of concern in his voice when you were too quiet, a protective instinct he couldn't shake.

Dabi found himself observing you more closely than he would care to admit. He noticed the way you flinched at loud noises and how you avoided looking at your reflection in mirrors. The sight of your self-harm scars made his jaw clench with every passing day.

He knew he should care less. You were supposed to be just an inconvenience, a weakness he didn't need. But then again… You were his soulmate, his destined partner.

Despite himself, Dabi began to make small adjustments to accommodate you. He made sure to keep the volume of the TV down when you were around, and he made a point to get rid of any sharp objects that might tempt you. He even caught himself making sure there was always food in the fridge for you, even though he would never admit it.

And yet, every time he caught himself doing these things, he would curse himself for caring so much. But he just couldn't help himself.

He refused to acknowledge aloud that he was growing fond of you, even though his actions betrayed him. Whenever he saw you curled in a ball on the couch, he found himself wanting to wrap his arms around you, to protect you from the demons that haunted you.

But then he'd remember who he was, a villain, a heartless killer. And he pushed those thoughts aside, reminding himself that caring for you was a weakness, a liability he couldn't afford.

The nights were the worst. Dabi would toss and turn in bed, your presence lingering in his thoughts. He'd hear your quiet sobs in the other room and it would take every ounce of willpower he had not to barge in and pull you into his arms.

It was a constant battle between his logical side, the one that told him he was a villain and shouldn't care, and his soul, which was drawn to you like a magnet.

Dabi was jolted awake by the sound of his door creaking open. He sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around him, as you entered the room, clutching a stuffed toy in your arms. In the dim light, he could tell it was the plushie he had begrudgingly purchased for you after you mentioned how much it looked like him.

"What are you doing in here?" He grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

He watched as you approached his bed, your face flushed and tear-streaked. Instinctively, he shifted over to make room for you, gesturing for you to climb onto the bed. "Don't just stand there. Get on."

You widened your eyes at his gesture a bit before you hided your face behind the stuffed toy,it seemed you didn't wanted to disturb him.

Dabi rolled his eyes at your hesitation. "Don't play coy now" he said, gesturing again for you to climb into bed. "You came here for a reason, and it's obviously not to admire me in my natural state."

He patted the spot beside him. "Come on, I won't bite… Unless you want me to."

As you sat next to him on the bed, clutching the toy, Dabi couldn't help but notice the redness in your cheeks at his teasing comment. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He leaned back against the pillows, draping one arm behind his head. "You going to tell me why you're crying at ass o'clock in the morning, or do I have to guess?" He watched as you played with the toy, your fingers nervously fiddling with its soft fabric. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to pull you into his arms and soothe your tears, but he clenched his fist at his side, reminding himself of the boundaries he should uphold.

"i had a nightmare" you finally spoke

Dabi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face at the sound of your voice. It was rare for you to speak up, and he secretly treasured the fact that you felt comfortable enough around him to do so.

"Nightmare, huh?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What was it about this time?" He glanced at the stuffed toy in your possession. "Did it happen to involve me, by any chance?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He watched as your grip on the toy tightened, and he could tell that his guess was spot on. He mentally cursed at himself for feeling satisfied that his presence seemed to have an impact on you, even in your dreams.

"you….killed me in my dream.." you sniffed "it was by accident and you looked so…sad when you did.."

Dabi's expression hardened, an unexpected pang of guilt stabbing through him at your words. He hadn't expected to feel anything at the mention of your dream, but the idea of killing you, even unintentionally, made his stomach churn.

"It was just a dream" he muttered, more for his own sake than for yours. "Nothing like that is going to happen, alright?"

He reached out and gently tugged the toy from your hands, placing it on the bedside table. "Come here" he said, patting the space next to him, indicating that he wanted you to move closer.

He wrapped his arms around your fragile figure, pulling your trembling body against his chest. For a moment, he allowed himself to nuzzle his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. "It was just a dream" he repeated, his voice softer this time. "I'm not going to kill you, okay? So stop crying." He muttered, his fingers running through your hair, a comforting gesture that he didn't know he was capable of. "And quit having these damn nightmares that involve me. It's a pain in the ass." a giggle escaped your lips as you snuggle on his neck "ass" you repeted giggling cutely

Dabi rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be secretly pleased at the sound of your laughter. "Yeah, yeah, you're a little smartass, ain't you?" He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your ear.

"Don't go using my language, though. It doesn't suit you." you giggled again at his cuss words as you repeated again "smartass"

Dabi groaned a little, pretending to be annoyed but secretly finding your repetition endearing. "You're supposed to be asleep, you know" he chided, running his hand up and down your back in slow, soothing motions.

"Not sitting here saying swear words like a little parrot."

He buried his face in your hair again, inhaling your scent. "But I guess I can't complain if it's coming out of a cute little mouth like yours" he mumbled, the words slipping out before he could stop himself.

"you think i'm cute?"

"Ugh" Dabi grumbled, his annoyance sounding half-hearted. He shifted, pulling you even closer so that there was no space between your bodies. "I didn't say that."

But the way his hand continued to stroke your back betrayed him, his touch tender despite his gruff exterior. "Don't get it twisted. I just meant… for a crybaby, you're not completely horrible to look at."

He tried to keep his tone light, but the truth was he found you absolutely adorable in this vulnerable state. The way you sought comfort from him, the way you held onto his every word, it tugged at his heartstrings in a way he didn't want to admit.

"Now quit trying to get compliments out of me, or I'll kick you out of this bed" he warned, gently tugging on your hair playfully.

"i like your compliments" You cooed "nobody ever did" Dabi felt a pang in his chest at your words. It was a stark reminder of the life you'd led before meeting him, a life filled with neglect and loneliness.

He grumbled, trying to maintain his aloof facade. "Don't get used to it. I'm not some damn compliment dispenser."

Truth be told, the thought of being the only one to ever praise you sent a strange flutter through his heart.

He pulled you even closer, his grip around you tightening almost possessively. "You're just easy to please, that's all" he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words before continuing. "It's not like I care about making you happy or anything. I'm just…tolerating you" he added, his voice lacking its usual bite.

Dabi knew he was lying to himself. Deep down, he couldn't deny the flicker of protectiveness he felt towards you. He found himself wanting to shield you from the world, to make sure you were safe and cared for. But he pushed that feeling down, refusing to acknowledge the growing tenderness in his heart.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment before he spoke again. "Just… go to sleep, alright? And don't have any more stupid dreams about me."

Dabi let out a soft sigh as you settled against his chest, your warm body fitting perfectly against his. He could feel his heartbeat quickening, the steady rhythm betraying the casual facade he was trying to maintain.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. "Be warned," he muttered, his voice low and slightly gruff. "If you snore, I won't hesitate to kick you off the bed." "you won't" you chimed

Dabi stifled a chuckle, his chest rumbling with amusement. "Oh, really? And what makes you so sure, smartass?"

He remembered the previous times you had spent the night in his bed, and how he'd discovered that you snored softly in your sleep. Despite his threats to kick you out, he had never followed through, always finding some excuse to keep you by his side.

"I mean it this time." he tried to sound firm, but there was no real conviction in his voice. "I'll shove your cute little butt off these sheets if I hear a single snore from you."

He gave your butt a gentle pat for emphasis, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Dabi cursed inwardly as he realized you had already fallen asleep, the soft sound of your snoring filling the room. It should have annoyed him, but instead, it sent an unexpected pang of warmth through his chest.

He watched you sleep, his gaze softening despite his attempts to maintain his cool demeanor. He couldn't help but admire the way your eyelashes rested against your cheeks, the way your breath tickled his skin.

Quietly, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "Damn it" he mumbled to himself. "You're making it hard to keep my distance."

He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and feeling the steady rise and fall of your breath against his chest. The sound of your snoring, so peaceful and innocent, brought a strange comfort to him.

He allowed himself to relax, his tense muscles melting into the mattress. For the first time in a long while, he felt... at ease.

"Sleep well, smartass" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But not too loud. I need some shut-eye too."

With a resigned sigh, Dabi settled back against the pillows, his grip on you never loosening. The last thing he wanted was to admit it, but he found himself liking the feeling of you in his arms. The warmth of your body against his, the gentle sound of your snoring, it felt foreign yet strangely familiar.

He closed his eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over him. But even as he drifted off to sleep, his hold on you remained firm and protective, as if he was afraid you'd slip away from him.

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LOVE LANGUAGE | BAKUGOU, TODOROKI, HAWKS, AMAJIKI, SHINSOU

SUMMARY → what i think these boys their love languages are

CHARACTERS → bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, keigo takami | hawks, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

i. ACTS OF SERVICE

bakugou katsuki will not tell you how he feels about you at the beginning of your relationship, nor will he say it often when you finally have said those words to each other. he is a firm believer of actions over words, which is why katsuki will help you train, study with you, make sure you eat well, and go to bed on time. it is all because he loves you.

ii. GIFT GIVING

with a childhood and family like his; it is no surprise that todoroki isn’t aware of the way he expressing or likes receive love. and to be completely honest he most likely will not understand he liked you as more than a friend until the dekusquad points out to him that getting you things that ‘remind him of you’ every time he goes out… means something more. as you usually don’t think of your friend that often, nor do you get them a bike bell because you missed them.

iii. PHYSICAL TOUCH

as a pro hero it’s part of the ‘hawks’ brand to be smiley and looking casual. it makes it seem like he is easy going when in reality keigo is calculating every second of every interaction he is having. it is not even an exhortation when he says that he plans when he takes a breath. so, at the end of the day when he can finally go home, shred the hawks persona and be just takami as he lays with you. having your fingers gently stroke through his hair as he listens to the soft thumbs of your heart beating; completely relaxing him, he feels incredibly loved.

iv. QUALITY TIME

it is no secret that amajiki is very anxious, especially around people he doesn’t know very well. this situation was no different he had his head firmly pressed against the wall after trying and failing to imagine everyone as potatoes. even though you have known tamaki since your first year, you did not know him very well. apart from the obvious things that you will eventually find out by simply being in the same class with the boy.

It was not that hard, there were only twenty people in class 3-A and and now all of you lived together too. you were bound to pick up on things.

so, when mirio isn’t there to help the anxious boy out, and you take the time to just stand there with him. trying — and kind of succeeding — to counsel him to calmness by describe your classmates as your fantasied vegetables, he appreciates it more then he can ever put into words.

v. WORDS OF AFFORMATION

from a young age shinsou has been told he was inheritedly distrustful due to the nature of his quirk; how with a single response he can make you do everything he wants. it’s because of that, he knows how important words are. so when you talk to him, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could brain wash you any moment made him appreciate you greatly.

even when you ramble on about nonsense he has never really thought about and you care so deeply about. he does try to match your energy; and when the topic of heroes comes up and you tell hitoshi — yes, you get to the first name basis by talking and eventually connecting with him during lunch break — he will be a great hero one day, his heart exploded.

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SUMMARY → cuddling with your boyfriend on a hot night

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x fem!reader

GENRE → comfort, drabble

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CUDDLING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND has always been something you like to do. He held you close to him, whispers sweet nothings in your hair, and smells like pine and cologne, a smell you can not describe in any other way than comfort. Not to mention the nature of his quirk makes him perfectly regulated; in the summers he cools down, and in the winter he warms up. That’s how it goes most of the time. 

Yet as soon as he falls a sleep it changes a little. Now is a moment like that; scrolling down your timeline you try to ignore the heat coming from your boyfriend as he presses to your back, he has his face in your neck as he clings on to you.

It is undeniably cute, you can’t deny that and any other season it would have been great; but there was a heat wave going on. The air conditioner is blasting on it’s highest degree… in the common spaces and every other room; except your boyfriends. In theory it made sense, the cold or the heat don’t bother him and as it did not fit his rooms ‘aesthetic’ he ripped it off the wall in our first year.

Back then Shouto and you weren’t really close ;you barely know him at the time and you highly doubt that he was thinking about his future s.o. getting hot while cuddling with him in his room.

Thought about it, or not, you could not take the heat anymore. Moving his arm slowly off you, making sure you don’t wake him up. Gently moving a bit away from him before rolling on to the cooler side of the duvet. Pulling your phone to your face again to continue sipping on the chaotic mess that is going on, on your time line.

Feeling him move around, you turn your head. Looking up from your phone, “Are you mad at me?” he asks softly, blinking tiredly trying to move the hair out of his eyes.

Making your eyes widen, you turn to fully face him. Shaking your head, you move the hair out of his eyes, “Of course not.” you deny, holding him close to you.

“Oh, okay.” he nods. Placing his face into your neck, “Why did you move away?” he whisper softly. Running your hand through his hair, you close your eyes as his hand roams your back, “It was very warm.” you mumble, completely forgetting about the tea and the heat as you’re held so lovingly by your boyfriend.

Feeling the cold creep up your back, you sigh in relieve, “You should have told me, love.” he whispers. Nodding, you place a soft kiss on the crown of his head, “I will.” 

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SUMMARY → the three times you can’t talk and the one time you do

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x fem!reader

GENRE → comfort/crack

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READERS QUIRK → the reader has an unidentified electric quirk ( from another multi-chapter todoroki fic that is still in the developing stages ) and when she get nervous sparks come from her face much like pikachu

A/N → these are just blue spring ride scenes that i think shouto would fall into — also, whomever made this manga coloring; it is gorgeous!

i. with your arms full of papers

As the class rep of 1-F there are many duties. Making sure no one blows up the classroom, everyone there needs are taken care of, and of course getting all the paperwork of what you and your classmates have fixed, created and blueprinted to the filing system Principal Nezu has created for your department.

That system being implemented after Hatsume-senpai has made so many inventions that the school did not know about caused many hero students a visit to Recovery Girl. So, now prevent measurements are taken as she sailed off to her second year.

Sliding the door open with your leg, not being allowed to take unfilled inventions outside the support course classrooms, you have to do it this way — something, you should thank Hatsume-senpai for, again — your eyes contact with a mismatched beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful face to match it. Your lips part as you quite obviously stare at the angle in front of you.

“Hi.” he said, staring right back at you. Parting your lips, you try to get words out but instead just sounds come out. Making your eyes widen at the sudden embarrassment of stuttering and falling over your tongue in front of him sets in, “Are you okay?”

Looking down again, you nod, “Maybe she is a mute.” one voice offers up at your silence.

“Mutes don’t try to talk.”

Squeezing your eyes shit, you turn around. Running as fast as you can with the folders. Praying you will not let them fall as you leave the group of students to themselves.

“Uh… should we follow her?”

“I think she does not want to be followed.”

ii. falling into his lap

“Hi.” a voice suddenly says. Making you freeze up at the deep voice addressing you. Turning around, your eyes widen a bit at how much closer he is standing than you had expected, “Support Course, right?”

Nodding you try to step around him to bring some space between the two of you. While also inching closer to the door so you will not embarrass yourself in front of the gorgeous boy again.

Due to that, you did not fully focus on where you placed your feet, you accidentally stepped on his foot instead. Wincing at your metal cladded boots, a gasp leave your lips at the pain it must be ( honestly it is cladded so well that it would hurt a hammer before it would hurr your toes ).

Dropping down, you try to help him. Instead, heads bump into each other. Wincing again you hold your forehead, trying to stop the throbbing. Standing up to fast your blood rush to your head; “Hey—” startled by the new voice, you want to curse at the sudden attention you are getting.

Turning around the girl stands incredibly close. Stepping back you wonder if either of them has ever learned about personal space or if pretty privilege exhumed them from ever having to learn it.

Yet those questions leave as the fast step you took made you wobble in your boots and down you went, taking him with you. Gasping at the hand that squeezed you close, bracing for the impact. Trying not to focus on it, you try to focus on not electrocuting the boy, “I-” you say trying to apologise.

“Are you okay?” the girl asks, cutting you off. The sparks from your face now not being able to be stopped, pushing up from the boy. A groan leaves his lips as you pushed onto something you should not have.

Shifting your eyes to him, fire waves from his face as he glances down. Following his eyes, your sparks flare up even more as you see your hand right on top of— scramble to your feet. Bolting out of the library as fast as your boots will take you as Lugosi-sensei, the librarian, reminds you that you should not run in those boots or you might break a bone.

Being to surprised by the speed she left at, “Well, she couldn’t have run faster from you if she had tried.” Yaoyorozu tells her classmate who is slowly standing up again.

“What even happened?” Midoriya asks baffled at the whole ordeal. He saw it all but it made no sense at all. How was it even able to have that many coincidences happen all at once? How did ‘hi’ get to running — if you could have called it that — out of the library.

Making him shake his head, letting his hair fall into his eyes, “I have no clue. I just said hi, it was quite, she stood op my foot, our heads hit and we weirdly we fell. Then she touched my crotch and she ran.”

“I guess that it was very embarrassing.”

iii. as you cry in public

It is a natural habit at this point; during every prop week, you have at least a couple cry sessions.

Not only having to make sure your project is done well and getting all your papers on track but also those of everyone in your class. Constantly putting out fires figuratively and literally. Gets really stressful and the only — healthy — way of dealing with it is having a cry.

To let all of it out at your special place under the window outside which is where you resided right now. What you definitely hadn’t expected or could have foreseen was an input fire drill.

Trying to clean your face up you and make yourself look as presentable as possible and not like you just cried. Getting your tissues you wipe your face clean, softly thanking your mum for reminding you to always have them on hand.

Feeling an arm around your shoulder, before being pulled into a chest. Stiffing up at the sudden feeling, you glance up having your eyes connect with one grey and one blue eye.

Now being even more flustered by simply having him continuously catching you at the most awkward of times. Instead of truly thinking about it, you take him up on the invite and push your face into his shoulder, sighing deeply having a scent of pine and cologne invade your senses.

Having truly calmed down, you feel internal grateful for this stranger that held you and prevented being seen crying by everyone as he sways us slowly. Making it seem like the two of you were just weird people hugging out of a window instead of what was actually happening, “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

Nodding, you pull away. Smiling softly at him as you leave without another word being too embarrassed to say anything else.

iv. tired of all the work

Rubbing your eyes you lay your head onto your work table. Just for a moment, in a minute you will stand up. It is Friday night and everyone has just left to the dorms; prop week was successful and Principal Nezu has gifted — your class — as the most promising new inventors. Earning your all the price; which is the same every year.

An invite to I-Island and it’s benefactors annual event. I-Island is a floating island close to the coast, but most of them have a quarters on land.

Who have hired many U.A. alumni after they have interned with them. Specifically, the class president who has pulled the class to those achievements. Which is why you wanted to be the rep to begin with but slowly you start to realise why no one else wanted it.

Hearing the door slide open, you can not be bothered to stand up. So, you just groan to signal that you are still there, keeping your eyes closed as you hear soft footsteps come closer to you.

The scraping of the chair and the soft shuffle makes you open your eyes. Connecting with heteroromantic eyes, the handsome stranger. Honestly, there are many things you have gone over to say to him since the last time you saw him a few days ago; ‘I’m not a mute.’ , ‘I’m sorry I touched your no-no-square.’ , ‘Thank you for letting me cry on your shoulder.’ but instead of all of that you just stared in his eyes and softly whispered the first thing that came to mind;

“You have really pretty eyes."

Making him raise a brow as you trace your eyes over his face. From his eyes to the tip of his nose ending on his lips, “You think so?" He asks in the same soft tone.

Nodding, you hum softly, “Could look at them forever." you say, the sleep deprivation letting you say whatever without shame.

“You can." and for the rest of the night of you did. There was slow conversation and comforting silent, truly you could have lived in that moment forever.

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SUMMARY → showers with your icy-hot boyfriend are pretty cold

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x gn!reader

GENRE → fluff, drabble

A/N → this headcanon came to me when i was drinking hot coco & it burned my tongue. which made me think about how shouto would probably hate the feeling of hot water on his skin — as we know — and the shower wouldn’t be exempt from that.

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AS THE WATER HITS your back, you let out a small yelp at the unexpected cold. Taking a step forward, you turn around reaching for the knob but before you could he holds your body closer to his, “Don’t.”

Turning around in his hold, you can’t see his eyes. Pushing the hair out of his face, your brows furrow at the panicked in his eyes, “Please…” he mumbles. Nodding you wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into him.

“Guess you will just have to hold me.” you say softly, your teeth unconsciously rattling, “Is it really cold?” he asks softly. Nodding, you wipe some water off your face, “It’s basically freezing.” you chuckle.

“I’m sorry—” he starts, “Don’t. It’s okay.” you say cutting him off. Standing fully back on your feet again, you place a small kiss on his chest before leaning your forehead against him, “I would do anything for you.”

Feeling the warmth run over your back, you relax into his touch. The kiss om the top of your head, making your heart flutter. Sighing, you trace a pattern into his skin, “Do you not want to know why?”

Looking up to his face, you tilt your head, “Do you want to tell me?” you ask instead of answer his question. Humming, he traces his finger up from your waist to your face. Before cupping your skin, “I want to tell you everything.”

Nodding, you lean into the touch of his hand. You know he would, he tells you everything and anything when you ask him why he does certain things. But telling you, and wanting to and being ready to are completely diffrent things.

When you started going out on dates he always ate cold soba. When asked he said it was his comfort food, something he had been eating forever but particularity in high school. Now, you didn’t know him then but what he did tell you is that hot water or food close to his face makes him uncomfortable.

Now with that in mind you can connect the dots as to why he showers with cold water, “You can tell me when you’re ready.” you reassure. A small smile is present on his face as he sighs, his shoulders relaxing in the process as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Thank you.”

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Todoroki x Bakugou's sister

You had just joined U.A. your brother, Bakugou, was a year above you. You were kinda neverous. Even through your brother was more of a loud kid you did stay quiet a bit, specially in class. Now when your with people you like or hate by yourself you are like a Bakugou. Your loud and can be energetic.

Your brother did tell you there was nothing to worry about. He also was the person who left you by yourself to figure out where everything is. You knew that he always has a few minutes before class and today was a weird day for everyone. The new students get time to figure where the classes are and everything. You kept looking at my schedule to see where you were supposed to be but you were kinda lost. You were on the wrong floor but you can't even find the steps to get downstairs.

You sighs softly. You then take out you phone and try to see if you can get someone to help you. You then see Bakugou's number and sighs. He was the only person who would know where you are at and where you should be but he will probably get mad at you for taking him out of class. Your ears and tail both went down more in sadness and embarrassment. You then decide to text Bakugou but before you could send it you felt someone behind you. You look at the person and smile a little, happy to see someone who could help. The person had red and white hair. Blue and brown eyes and then a scare over your eye. Yes you were curious what happened to him but you were too happy that someone could help you. The man just stared at you, it seemed like he wanted to say something but he didn't know what.

"Hello. Could you help me find my class? I'm a bit lost and I don't know where I'm going or where I'm at." You say and smiles a bit. The man nodes and points to your schedule. "Could I look?" He asked. You nod. His voice was quite deep but also calming. You then gave the schedule to him and he read it. "Okay. Your supposed to be on the floor below us. I can take you if you want" he explains. You nod. "Sure, that would be great. Thanks" You says, while your ears go up, happy, and your tail was wagging a bit. He chuckles to himself a little and nodes. He then hands you back your schedule, which you took, and you both headed to your class.

He had a straight face the whole time you guys were walking there. It was also really quiet but not like a weird quiet more like a comfortable quiet. Neither of you broke the silence till you made it too your class. "Thanks. I'll see you around" you say, waving a little bit before going into your class. You saw him nod and wave a little too. He then went to his class whole you went to your seat.

-----(Time Skip)-----

You had just finished your first day being there. You then headed to Bakugou's class. He was give minutes late and you wanted to do things today and he was not letting you. Your mother has told you both that if you walked back to the dorms alone you both were going to have it. You sighs softly and start walking there. You were able to take a photo of his schedule to see what class he would be at the end of the day.

Once you got there you saw him there talking to some people. One was a red, spikey hair while the other was a blonde that had a black lightning streak in it. You sigh. You then go in and go over to Bakugou. You then went close to him and before he can anything you grabbed him by the ear hard. He hear him cuss under his breath. "You are late." You say while glaring at him. He then started to protest while you look at the other two and smiles softly at them. "Sorry for interrupting you but me and my brother need to get going. Have a nice day" you says and then starts pulling a protesting Bakugou. Right before you left you saw the white and red hair boy. You then looked away and kept walking. You had a red tint on your face from embarrassment. You then let him go after a bit and cover you face while you ears go down a little and your tail start to swing.

Your brother rolls his eyes and puts his hands on the back of his head. "What idiot did that too you now?" He asked. You shake you head. "Not saying" you say and crosses your arms. He sighs. "Unless. You get me his number " you say. He sighs and nodes. "Fine...but I swear-" before he could finish his sentence you cut him off. "It's the red and white hair boy" you say. Bakugou then stops walking and glares. "Why him? Out of everyone? Why ice-hot?" He asked. He sounded annoyed. You shurgs. "I don't know. I just did. Now get me his number" you says and before he could say anything you walked away.

-----(Time Skip)-----

The next few days were pretty normal. You did get Todoroki, which you found out was his name, number. You have been trying to get closer to him. He was quite quiet and he didn't like to talk much about himself. He was also really sweet. You had started to hang out with him, not telling Bakugou anything. You two both became really good friends after a few years.

But one day you were rethinking about everything. You had been getting butterflies every time you with him. Just hearing his voice made you happy and you would get a red tint to your face every time. You didn't want to ruin anything but you felt like you need to tell him that you are feeling things for him. You would have sworn he would notice because of your ears and tails but he never really said anything and you don't think he even noticed. You decided to tell him one day. You texted him to meet you somewhere and that it was important. He just texted you that he will be there in five. You smiles a little and then got everything you need before going out. You then headed to the place you told him to meet you at. You then go and sit down on the wall of the fountain. You then wait for him.

After five minutes he has finally came and went over to you. Your ears and tail both go up, happily. "What happened?' he asked, sounding worried. You then stand up and looks at him. "I-i have to tell you something" you tell him. You were worried this will ruin you guys but he needed to know and you can't go back now. He nodes his head and waited for you too tell him. You sigh and nodes. "I...I have feelings for you..that arn't friendship. But you know more..I don't want this to ruin our friend-" you were about to finish but he had cut you off. "I do too..." He says softly and looks at the ground. You face had went really red and felt like it was burning. You then go and hug him and your tail wrapped around him too. He smiles a little at how cute this was and hugs you back.

You guys were a really cute couple. He would get you cute little things for presents. The only bad thing is that Bakugou still does approve. But don't worry that won't be like that forever. Bakugou is happy that you are happy. Just make sure Todoroki doesn't do anything to upset Bakugou or things will get ugly.

Oh, since you wanting some anime asks, could I request maybe general dating hc's for Bakugo or Todoroki? What they look for in a relationship, cuddling hc's, anything you'd like rlly!

Thank you so much for the first anime request! Idk if you wanted this to be yandere so I'll just keep them normal. Do feel free to request them as yandere!

Triggers: bakugou being a bitch, a bit of mention of trauma (todoroki) but just fluff

Enjoy

!Bakugou!

Okay...if we are being honest, a relationship with Bakugou is almost impossible.

Like unless you have the exact same goals as him, you're out of the picture.

To Bakugou, you're either below him, or competition.

Yet somehow! Some way! You beat all odds…

You managed to have Bakugou see you as an equal.

How did you do it?

Well..you challenged Bakugou to a fight, and it ended in a draw.

This caused Bakugou to offer to help you train so you both can be stronger.

Don't get me wrong, to even get Bakugou to even consider that fight took weeks!

~

But once you do eventually end up in a relationship with this boiling kettle, it's not much better.

Bakugou isn't much softer with you, except when you two are cuddling, we'll get back to that later.

Bakugou will force you out of bed at fuckin 5 a.m. to go on a run with him.

Because to him, this relationship meant you were in it.

You just promised to help him and be a part of him reaching his goal.

And to support him, you're gonna be a part of every single part of his training.

But if you genuinely can't get up in the morning to go on a jog or exercise with him (due to illness or whatever) you're gonna cheer him on.

You're gonna count his reps, you're gonna just be there to make him feel good.

It may not seem like this does a whole lot on the outside, but deep down.

I mean like way deep down.

Deep.

Deep.

Deep.

Deep.

Deep.

Down, he really appreciates it.

But obviously your relationship isn't just about training.

You two do share intimate moments, they're just...not very often.

But when you do, it's really passionate and there's not a whole lot of talking.

~

Bakugou is a cuddler.

But he rarely ever does it, unless it's subconsciously in his sleep. (If you two share a bed.)

But when he is awake and doing it, it's quiet.

Maybe with some soft music playing in the background.

These moments are special to Bakugou.

So don't ruin the mood.

Bakugou just likes to hold you to his chest and his chin resting on your head.

His arms will wrap around you, and his fingers will draw circles on your back.

And if you like it, he'll even warm up his hands.

But on the rare occasion that Bakugou does talk during these times, he just reminds you of how perfect you are.

And how great and kind you are.

I can see if Bakugou wants cuddles he'll just pick you up and sling you over his shoulder.

~

Bakugou will also cook for you.

So, don't worry about that.

It doesn't matter how much you want to cook in the kitchen.

You're not allowed.

Every time he catches you in the kitchen, he gives you the death glare.

Tread light in the kitchen.

That's his turf.

~

How does Blasty boy show his affection?

Well mostly through touch.

He loves to hug you from behind whenever you're doing mundane daily tasks.

Or maybe he'll grab you from the dinner table and ballroom dance with you around the kitchen.

Bakugou isn't afraid of PDA to a certain extent.

He won't kiss you in public, but he will have contact with you in some way.

The contact can vary from just having pinky locked, to him having an arm around your waist/shoulders.

But that's about it.

Bakugou feels that it should be only him that gets to see you when you two kiss.

He's a bit possessive, and he can't risk his tough exterior being tainted.

~

In short: Bakugou is a confusing lover. But had good intentions behind all the yelling and aggression. But it does take a special kind of person to keep up with this hot cup of coffee.

Word count: 655

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¿Todoroki?

Todoroki is a volt.

Straight up, it's gonna take you months to even get this man to open up.

I would recommend starting off by becoming Todoroki's friend.

Try starting off slow like saying "hello/good morning." Everyday and asking how he is doing.

Don't be too overwhelmed for this man.

But let's skip the torturously long process of even having him consider you as a friend.

Let's say you slowly work your way up the long stairway to his heart.

Each step being more and more agonizingly slow than the last.

Even when you do get in a relationship, It's going to take him a fair amount of time to open up to you.

So don't ask any questions about his dad or anything.

He'll open up when he's ready.

But for now, like Bakugou you gotta keep up with this man and his goal.

~

Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki won't force you to help him with his training.

But he does appreciate it a lot when you do go with him every now and then.

Even if you're not training with him, just being there to support him is enough.

Though, I would recommend not going every time he does training.

Todoroki does enjoy his alone time.

But please…

PLEASE!

Support this lil half an half's dream.

It will make all the difference.

Even if it's as simple as saying, "You're gonna do so well when you're a hero!"

When he gets back from training.

Or when he gets back from a hard morning workout and you made him breakfast and you say, "Breakfast for the best up and coming hero."

It will make his heart melt.

Todoroki will smile around you more than he does normal people.

~

Like Bakugou, Todoroki's cuddle seshes with you are rare.

Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki isn't that much of a cuddler.

So if you want it to happen. You're gonna have to make it happen.

And you can't give subtle hints.

Todoroki is way too dense for that…

Even then he'll be a bit hesitant at first.

But once you do get him to cuddle you, it's spooning. (Him being the big spoon).

Your cuddle times are very intimate, with not even music playing in the background.

These are the rare times Todoroki might share some of his past with you.

This is when he feels most valuable, so don't fuck it up.

The best option when he does share his past with you is to either stay quiet the entire time, and then thank him for trusting you enough to share that with you.

You don't want to give him your petty or that makes him feel weak.

And that's the last thing he wants to feel.

~

You're gonna be the one cooking.

The only thing shoto knows how to make is cold soba…

He doesn't have the balls to face the kettle yet…

So hopefully you're good in the kitchen or it's take-out until you learn to cook.

~

PDA is a no no with Todoroki.

Even if it's just holding hands.

He personally believes that should be behind closed doors.

So, don't think about getting a quick peck on the cheek outside.

It ain't gonna happen.

But surprisingly, when it comes to sharing his affection it's more with words.

He isn't one for physical contact.

Maybe a hug every now and then, but like the cuddling, very rare.

Todoroki prefers to remind you every morning and night that he loves you, and that you are perfect in his eyes.

Whether he says it over text or in words, it always feels so poetic.

Even though it all means the same thing, he says it differently every time.

~

In short: it's gonna take a lot of patience to become Todoroki's parenter. But in the end it's all worth it.

Word count: 635

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Thanks for reading!

shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

I think you write for shoto but if not you could also do this w Bakugo

How do you think they would treat reader after a surgery? Say they tore their ACL or a tendon and they have to have a surgery on it. How would they react finding out and helping you after the operation

Tysm!!

hi ! i do write for shoto, so this is for you ! i'm still not sure if i write him correctly and he might be a lil ooc, but i hope you enjoy !

i think he'd be stressed out if he found out you were getting surgery but in his own way.

like he doesn't look like he's about to break down, but he's spacey and lost and he forgets what he's doing randomly

he wants to text you really badly, but he knows since you're in surgery he can't, but he does text you before you go in

"good luck, i'm sure everything will be okay :)"

(he was debating adding that awkward lil smiley face cus he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say lolol)

afterwards he's super relieved to see you okay and he really wants to touch you but he's scared he'll hurt you lmfaoo

he refuses to even touch your upper body too

"shoto it's just my tendon you can still touch me i'm fine" "i know my love..but i'd rather not risk it"

he doesn't touch you much early after your surgery,most he’ll do is hold your hand, but he's also constantly hovering around reeeeaaally close to see if you need anything

you make a miniscule noise and he's like :

"are you alright ?" "does it hurt ?" "do you need some water ?"

after he gets comfortable again, he genuinely has no issue carrying you around bridal style to get you anywhere bro does NOT gaf LMFAOO

"sho you can put me down i'm okay !!" "it's best to stay safe."

of course he does it for your well being....buuuuttt, maybe he just wants to hold you and see you all flustered about it..just a liiiil bit

(shithead todo is my favorite hc m'sorry)

his ass damn near starts doing everything for you

he wants to do your homework, wants to help you walk, even wants to help you eat atp

"here yn, i blew on it too, so it's good for you." "shoto..."

it might seem like he's babying you a bit, and if you tell him he is he'll apologize n slow his roll a lil bit, but all he really wants is to take care of you :((

won't you let him ? <3

dk why but im thinkin about shoto w a sweet tooth who follows you and hangs around the kitchen waiting for the cookies you made to finish baking while staring at the oven like a kid, soooooo.. (shoto might be a bit ooc, slight super small pinch of angst but super fluffy as usual ! gn reader, mentions of food, lemme know if i missed sum else ! <3)

"sho.." shoto hums in response, eyes fixed on the oven.

"the cookies aren't gonna bake faster if you stare at 'em."

you hold back a giggle when he slowly turns to look up at you from where he's crouched down on the floor. his eyes that were practically pasted to the oven widening the slightest bit like he'd been caught doing something bad. he blinks at you, then swiftly looks away.

"i'm just checking to make sure they don't burn." he explains. you don't know if you've seen him blink more than four times the entire time you've been staring at him staring at the chocolate chip marshmallow cookies you made together. (together meaning with him watching you most of the time and occasionally mixing. as much as you love your boyfriend, he should absolutely not be trusted around food.)

"that's what we have the timer for." you quip, leaning against the kitchen cupboard and crossing your arm with a smirk.

he looks up at you, then fixes the kitchen timer sitting on the stove with a little frown that you recognize as a pout, you huff out a light laugh at his cute expression. from his miniscule facial expressions you can see he's a little embarrassed at the fact you'd outsmarted him. he turns to look at the cookies again.

"i can see when they're done baking better from here. faster than the timer can."

"oh yeah ?"

he nods "very clearly."

you snort. after looking at him for a while longer you sigh to get his attention. it works immediately and he looks up at you, eyes occasionaly trailing back to the oven towards the cookies as he waits to hear what you want.

you wordlessly spread your arms out, batting your eyelashes at him. he blinks, then a small smile grows on his handsome face in realization. he slowly walks over to you before pulling you into a comfortable hug, he huffs out a chuckle when you squeeze his waist.

shoto buries his head into your shoulder, right into the crook of your neck, and breathes you in. he’s had a habit of doing that often—if not every time you hug—and you don’t really know why he does, but you definitely don’t mind.

"you could've just told me that you wanted to try the cookies first." you tease, giggling when he huffs against your shoulder. he turns his head to speak against your neck.

"that wasn't my intention." he mumbles weakly, nosing at your neck when you scoff out a laugh.

"right. that's why you were practically glued to the oven mere seconds ago."

"i did no such thing."

"don't lie !" you reprimand, tugging at his hair lightly in joking punishment "you're not getting any cookies if you do." you hear him huff and feel a slight smirk growing against you.

"i..may have been surveying them rather closely—"

"very closely."

"—but it was simply to check." he finishes, ignoring your comment. shoto noses at your shoulder and sighs "i felt like even though you wanted to make the cookies together, i was barely able to help you with anything.." he trails off. your eyebrows furrow, and you try pull shoto out of the nest he's made for himself inside your shoulder, but shoto could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to be. his arms tighten around your waist and he his hair tickles against your cheek when he tries to shove his head inside your shoulder somehow.

you sigh, giving up your attempts to get him to look at you and simply settle on running your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he sighs contently. "sho, you helped me out lots. you always took over for me when i didn't feel like mixing anymore and helped me out with those big strong arms of yours." you feel him smile against you and your smile grows mirroring his.

" but i really wanted to help you out more, i know i'm not really good at this.." he mutters sadly, a frown grows on his face and you feel the corners of your mouth turn down as well.

"but you're real good at a lot of other things ! i'm not great at everything either." you reason, absentmindeldly twirling a strand of his hair around your finger "but i could teach you some tips and tricks, if you want."

he looks up at you at that, the smile growing on his face makes your heart race. "really ? i might be a little hard to manage." he jests, running his hands up and down your sides. his eyes brighten the more he looks at you and you're 100% sure you mirror his expression when you throw him a smug smirk.

"don't you underestimate me, mr todoroki ! you're nothing compared to what i've dealt with before."

"oh ?" he hums, lifting a brow. you nod and his smiles grows " and what, if i may ask, have you dealt with before ?" he challenges.

"that is classified information that i cannot disclose. you're just gonna have to trust me." you shoot back and press your finger to his lips, snickering when his eyes widen a fraction before he looks down at you playfully. he takes hold of your hand and presses a kiss to each of your fingertips, making fireworks go off inside your stomach.

"well then," he presses a final lingering kiss to the back of your hand with a run of his thumb against your skin. his eyes glow with mischief when he looks at you.

"i'm in your care."

shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

shouto’s the type to feel too far away from you when you’re not at arms length. so whenever he has homework to do he does it on his tatami floor while holding your hand. he’s unbothered too, arm not cramping or moving while he writes perfectly well (or he tries) with his other hand. when you think about your position you can’t help but laugh from your spot laying on the floor. shouto never gets what you find funny.

shouto coming to bff!izuku for what he thinks is date advice except izuku slowly realises he plans to propose. the only problem being that you’re all still very much in high school.

"Have you heard, have you heard?" Someone in the crowd whispers, "The circus is coming to town."

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The distorted music coming from the giant tent is ringing in your ears. The night has fallen, but the lights the circus provides gives the impression that it's still daytime.

Floods of people are entering the tent, they seem never-ending, but the tent always has a place for more people. People who exit the tent have souvenirs, colorful hats, and unusually big candies. Some are with family, some are with friends, but they all have a smile on their lips, eyes sparkling with the miracles they just witnessed.

You witnessed it, too.

You're fresh out of the show that had ended. The torch-lit room still makes you shiver when you think of it, excitement prickling on your skin despite the show already being over.

You saw a man carry an elephant in his arms without breaking a sweat, the hypnotizer who can command people at will, a man creating ice and fire out of thin air, there was even someone who could make explosions with his hands. A pink-skinned girl, invisible girl, a man with 111 piercings, a redhead with skin as hard as a rock- they all had something weird, special about them.

You are standing in front of the entrance, not going in, neither going out. Your eyes wander over the flyer that's pinned on the board. It's the flyer you've seen the past week everywhere, the streets are littered with it, but you never picked it and read what was on it. You find yourself looking at it, hoping to feel the remnants of the magic of the show on it.

The paper is adorned with reds, purples, and greens, and you bring your hand up to touch the smooth surface of it as you read the golden, big lettered headline.

"The greatest circus in the world!" It says, listing the shows right under it, you find something similar to envy bubbling inside you as you read about the shows, the quirky people who would be an outcast if they were anywhere but here. You envy them, the life they have, how free they are, going around the world and just being themselves, being as weird as they want, it still gains them money.

A circus is just what you need; you find yourself thinking. Leave your life behind and join them.

"Do you want to see a man lift a whole house with his pinky? Someone who can create explosions out of thin air? There's more, more to the freaks. Come then, come closer." You read, unconsciously stepping forward and nearing the paper.

You bite down on your lip, an audible gasp makes your eyes widen when you read the small box that's in the corner of the flyer.

"Want to be a part of the show?" It says, so small you would've missed it any other day. "Show us what you have, and you might become one of us."

"You have to prove yourself first, though."

It's surprisingly easy to slip in the tent without being seen, you realize. People seem engrossed about everything else going on to interest themselves with a girl walking through.

Or so you think.

You push under the heavy curtains of the tent that's opening to the backstage, and you have the flyer in your hands, not even aware of how you're squeezing it, that your knuckles turn white.

Before you falls the dark night, the only light source a flimsy torch on the ground. You wonder if this is a mistake, you're hoping to stay alive, and you're not sure if walking right in the freaks' Inn is going to help that.

But you still proceed, the want to join them, belong somewhere, leave your life behind, be anyone but yourself at that moment weighing heavier than your fear.  

 You stand before an opening, small tents are in line, waiting for you. Something in you whispers for you to pick the:

《Bakugou's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Black curtained tent}: a faint scent of caramel and something burning seeps from the opening between the curtains. 

《Kirishima's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Red curtained tent}: it's heavily adorned by torches all over, so much that you have to shield your eyes from the light. The owner seems to want everything strong.

~{Indigo curtained tent}: a black cat sits right before the curtain. It's looking at you with Its large, gold eyes, which make you feel like they're staring into your soul.

《Shinsou's route》 ◇ (02.05.2021)

《Todoroki's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Dark blue curtained tent}: it looks much simpler than the others but feels just as dangerous. Somehow makes you shiver and feel warm at the same time.

Villain's love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: scolding, torture, pain, betrayal, heartache.

no proof read. Will be a part 2!

“You’re a disgrace to us heroes. How could you stoop so low and fall in love with a villain, and who is the right hand man of the leader of the LOV!” Midnight yelled. Mr.Aizawa, a.k.a your father called you to the principal's office. At first you thought it was about the fact you skipped school for 3 days while he was gone for hero duties. The big 3 are your best friends and they would beg you to attend class and you refused.  “ What have you told him?” Principal Nezu asked sternly. All you could do is cry and grip your father’s shirt. “ I haven’t said anything and I don’t plan to.” you replied. “ How did you meet him? How do you even talk to him? These past couple days have you been with him?” Midnight asked so many questions it was overwhelming you. Aizawa gave a dirty look at her signaling to leave his daughter alone. “ I was walking out at night in the city because I needed to clear my mind and I wanted to be alone… There was a group of men… They tried raping me..they tore my clothes off…then Dabi beat them and burned them alive… He tossed his jacket to me due to my torn clothing… I knew he’s a villain..that he’s in the League of Villain. I was terrified and he saved me. I thanked him. He walked me back to campus..he stayed across the street hidden just in case. After about a week later we bumped into each other and we just talked..we set up a day and time to meet up. I needed to give his jacket back… we spent the whole saturday hanging out..No villain shit to be clear. From there we just met up multiple times…We’ve been together for 6 months.” You replied crying. The teachers stayed silent. They felt bad about what could’ve happened to you. “ We can’t trust her..I’m sorry Aizawa but we have to report her to the authorities.” Principal Nezu said. “Are you kidding me? This is my daughter! She’d never do such a thing! She’d never betray UA. If she did, the LOV would’ve made a move long ago.” your dad defended you keeping you close to him if he had to fight. 

“ We can’t automatically accuse her of being a traitor without any proof. We can bring in a doctor to give her a lie detector test. His tests are a bit more painful.” All might, said. “I’ll do it. I’d never do anything to hurt people.” you replied. Little did you know it would be painful on the next level. 

You were taken to a room and a man started strapping you down to a table. Cables were being attached around your body. You were scared and confused. You looked at the large glass mirror knowing everyone was on the other side listening and watching. You whimpered as a doctor injected a large amount of a clear liquid in your neck. “ What the hell did he inject?” Aizawa asked. “He’s not only checking her heart rate and her brain but also forcing the truth out of her. The serum is the very painful part. If she lies it will torture the truth out of her and if that doesnt work they have other ways apparently.” a nurse replied to him starting the recording.

 “I’m going to ask you simple questions and If you don’t want to feel like you're being stabbed or shot continuously you will answer.” the doctor said looking over at your vital signs. “ Are you Y/n Aizawa?” He asked, “ Yes, I am Y/n Aizawa.” “ How old are you?” he asked. “ I’m 18 turning 19.” you replied scared of what crazy he will eventually ask. “ Your heart rate is up a bit. Are you hiding something?” He asked, writing something down on his tablet. “ No.” You lied and suddenly felt pain through your body. “Tell me the truth,” he ordered. Your body twitched. “ Yes! I am hiding something. I’m scared about all of this.” you said as sighed in relief. “Mhm see how easy that is. “ Who is the villain you fell in love with?” he continued with his questions. You started crying. “ I’m in love with Dabi.” you replied. “ You’re crying? Are you sure? Is he forcing you  to say that?” he asked, looking at the high tech monitors. “ I am sure. I’m in love with him. He isn’t forcing me to say anything.” you replied knowing this will lead to you being tortured. “ How did you meet him? In detail.” the doctor said. “ I walked alone in the city at night. There was a group of men who grabbed me and took me into a dark alleyway… I tried my best to get them off me… They called me dirty things..like I’m a slut..and whore..that I would be a good treat to them.. They tore my clothes off and their hands roamed my body. Dabi showed up throwing them off me..he took his coat off and covered me..then proceeded to beat them up..he burned them alive. He walked me back to campus making sure we were unseen by anyone. He stayed across the street from campus hidden, making sure I got inside safely. I thanked him for saving me and said goodnight. ” you replied crying. Hating to remember how the men tried raping you. Take your innocence away. “ Did you meet him again after that encounter?” he asked. You nodded yes. “ We bumped into each other a week later after the incident.” you replied. You saw two nurses walk inside with a weird machine. “ Where did you see him again and what was done?” He asked, signaling the nurses to start setting up something. “I saw him by the park…it was around 6am. I was out to do basic errands for myself. We ended up spending the entire day together. No villain activities were done.” you replied. “ What were your errands for that day? Were you planning to do more that day? How did no one recognize him? What activities were done?” he asked. “I needed to get to the store to buy snacks, a heating pad and some pads. I got my monthly period. I was planning to do more. Just watch movies, play video games and eat junk food. No one recognized him. He was wearing a hoodie and he had a face mask to hide his burned face. I saw Tamaki and asked him to take my things to the dorms. After that Dabi and I talked for hours and played some stupid games.It was fun” you replied smiling. 

The questions went on and on. Then the difficult ones came up. 

“ Have you met any of the other villains?” he asked. You refused to answer because you didn’t want your father to hate you. Your body shook and twitched. Your body moved so much, the straps held you down. “ They’re hurting her! Give her a break!” Aizawa yelled, grabbing a nurse's collar. “ Stop, she agreed to this.” All might, said. He did feel bad. “ Give her another one.” the doctor said. You felt a prick. Another dosage of the truth serum. You screamed in pain. “Yes! I have!! Shigaraki, Toga, Twice and Kai!” you yelled. You cried and cried. “Has any of them asked you for information or threatened you?” you couldn’t handle it. You needed a break. You were overstimulated. “ Y-Yes!!! Toga. She asked for Ua intel on what we have planned. She threatened me.” you replied. “What did she say she’d do?” the doctor said. You couldn’t say what she said to you. “ She’d kill me.” you lied. You cried out in excruciating pain. “If you don’t answer our questions we won’t inject more serum. We’ll just use the old way. Electricity doesn’t seem nicer.” he said. “She said she’d kill my papa! She’d give him a slow and painful death !I don’t want him to hate me if he gets hurt! I can’t let him get hurt! I don’t want him to hate me! My dad is everything I have!”you cried loudly,trying to relax. Failing at it. “ Did you give them any information?” he asked. “No. After that Dabi told Shigaraki to not let anyone lay a finger on me. To keep me out of it. Since then I’ve been safe. He takes great care of me.” you replied breathing heavily. “Why do you think he takes care of you?” you looked at the doctor in rage. “He saved me from two horrible situations and maybe more after this! You and other heroes only care about the greater good!” you yelled trying to get out of the grip of the straps. “You’re talking like a villain alright. What makes you think that? Are you planning to betray the heroes? You’re father?” he asked, taunting you. You fell into it. “ Heroes would sacrifice someone for the greater good. It could be a loved one..a friend..or a civilian. It sucks to know that you don’t matter as much as you think you do to them. At the end of the day they will more than likely sacrifice you…a villain would burn the world to save someone..a loved one and random person who needs help. Dabi knew I was eraserheads daughter. A hero in training and even then he stepped in. He saved me. He’s done so much for me in 6 months. I know every one who knows about him and I highly disagree but it's the truth. I know my dad would never give me up. He’d protect me in the end regardless if he’s a hero or not. He’s the best dad ever. Better together. I’m lucky to still have him even after I caused all this mess. ” you replied. “Him doing so much is the truth and you have a strong bond with your father, you're not in any pain. You are very lucky and privileged” the doctor agreed. You were asked more questions and they let you go 2 hours later. Your dad and All might make sure to take you to the hospital. You stayed there for about 2 weeks. Missing Dabi like crazy.

Your quirk is an amazing one. Very strong. You hold multiple quirks and can create new ones. You were scared. Having to control multiple quirks was difficult as a child. Most parents would keep their children away from society. Your dad didn’t. He sent you to daycare, elementary school, middle school and now High school. To him you grew up fast. He loves and cares for you, his daughter. He’s so proud of the woman you’ve become regardless of who you are in love with. Yes it’s crazy but you found kindness and love within Dabi and the other Villains they just were treated horribly in their past and had no one to help them. They had to fend for themselves. They lost it along the way.

You communicating with Dabi was not through anything cellular. It was through handwritten letters. You managed to buy a bird through the black market. He gets the job done in delivery and fast.

As soon as you were discharged from the hospital and back to your dorm you fed the little fella and started writing.

Dear Dabi,

The heroes found out about us and I don’t know who and how someone saw us together. Don’t worry since I don’t have any info on you guys besides Toga threatening me, you’re all fine.They tortured me badly. They asked how I met you and it was hard to tell them what had happened. It was terribly excruciating pain. All I thought about was trying to relax, being honest and needing you.

I was at the hospital for 2 weeks. I miss you a lot. We should meet up soon. Actually they’re probably going to escort me when I need to go into the city so after awhile.

How are you? Has anything come up? Are you safe? No cough or cold? No fever? Are your friends being nice, if not let them know even if you need to scare them.

I love you very much. Please stay safe. Keep the the love of fire within you ( you’re telling him to get a new hide out or move to a different one.) Keep in touch if you can.

Love you very much. I’ll respond every 3 days after I receive your letter okay so no need to worry if I’m okay.

Much love, Haru

(both agreed on your code name being Haru after all you met in clear weather and since then you felt love and joy.)

Pt.2 will come.

IF YOU COULD REMIND ME OF

WHAT I FELT BEFORE I FELL FOR YOUR IDEA

He never pictured himself being in love, always saw himself by himself and achieving his father’s goals for him. Lord forbid he picture himself sitting on a girls bed as she curls her hair.

He’s not looking at his phone, staring at her in the mirror. She’s looking at herself, “do I look stupid?” She asks, turning her head to look over at him. In a desperate attempt to be cool he acts like he’s just now looking at her, “it’s my moms curler and I dunno know to work it”

He smiles at her, a strange feeling to his cold face, “it looks like your natural curls” he hears her scoff, “it suits you”

He watches her toss her head back, unplug her curling iron and jump onto her bed. She rolls onto him and sits on him. Leaning and cupping his cheeks to kiss him.

It’s a quick smothering of love and affection before she calms, resting herself next to him and holding his hand, “I think I like my natural curls better than these ones” she shrugs.

“I never imagined I would be here” he admits to her, arm moving to wrap underneath her neck and move his forearm over her stomach, “but I’m more than happy to be here” he quickly adds. He listens to her hum in agreement, “what?”

“No. I just. Agree with you” she murmurs. Shifting to put her head on his shoulder, “but we’re happy, yes?”

“Very”

The pair stays like this, him mindlessly scrolling on his phone and her watching the videos for him. Mindless comments about the videos.

It’s a funny feeling, something Shoto Todoroki hasn’t felt in a very long time, love. As strange as this feeling is, something he doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand the affection of someone who’s been given more than enough in her childhood.

She lays on him, putting her leg over his. She stays like this, softening against him and somehow. Now it’s hard to imagine his life without her. He can’t picture a world without her on his chest, curling her hair while he sits behind her. Smiling as he walks her to her business classes.