"Look At Me"

Shoto let's katsuki get aggressive with him but he knows they're still best of friends and he's good at heart ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

this is so cute to me 😭 todoroki isn't even fazed LMAOOO and bakugou looks so done with him KSJKS. they're literally dating guys!!! omg

I LOVE THISSSS

##/ anything with shoto todoroki

in which todoroki would do anything to get your attention, even denki’s foolish requests

another small drabble, not spell checked or anything so sorry, just whipped this up. gn reader.

shoto todoroki is very inept when it comes to romantic relationships, feelings and anything for the sort, emotions were not one of the things drilled into him as a child - despite him being a quite emotional one during his extremely early ages.

as a result, his crush with you had been a very turbulent ride, contrasted with the lack of progress and lined awkward silence between the both of you.

denki, the evil guy himself, decides to take advantage of this.

shoto regularly asks the guys for advice as soon as it became known he had feelings for you.

“i swear to fucking god, if you ask me this bullshit again i’ll tell her you kick puppies for a living, icy hot!” katsuki’s roars as he angrily fits his shirt on.

“kacchan relax! sorry shoto, maybe just tell her directly?” izuku advises.

“but… how?” shoto responds, head tilting slightly.

all the boys sweat-drop at him, amazed at how shoto is oblivious to the fact that even if he were to tell you to lick his shoes you would do it in a heartbeat, anyone would with a face card like his.

denki has had enough of this, how shoto is literally a walking model magazine yet doesn’t even know it, making all the boys feel like shit when asking them advice on how to get a girl when they haven’t gotten any dates in their whole lifetime?

i mean, has shoto even seen the edits?

“i have an idea.” denki smiles.

“oh dear god”

“HAHA DUNCE FACE FINALLY USES THAT PEA BRAIN OF HIS!”

“let him cook guys”

“ah hell nah, he damn near burn the kitchen.”

“HAHAHAHA!”

“yeah ok, let’s all hate the really cool guy!” denki sulks.

shoto walks towards denki, indicating that he wanted to listen to him. in all honesty, he felt as though denki knew the most of about romance, more than any of the other guys anyways.

denki’s face lit up, immediately leaning in to whisper into shoto’s ear.

“really? they’d want something like that?” shoto enquires, raising an eyebrow up whilst looking to denki.

denki nodded furiously in response, holding a thumbs up to shoto, not noticing the slightly evil glint in denki’s eyes.

at around 8:00pm, an hour after dinner was served, a knock rang through your dorm.

you reluctantly answered it, already wrapped in your warm duvet blanket (sponsored by shoto todoroki himself).

when opened your door, at first you saw nothing, the darkness of the hallway being the only thing in your line of vision.

then, out of nowhere, an array of phone lights illuminated the hallway, only for shoto todoroki to slide through in a black suit and a red tie, on his knees, with a bouquet of floweres in hands, all the way to your feet, with the song ‘there goes my baby’ by usher playing in the background.

then, as he arrived at your feet, he sultry flipped his hair out of his face and looked dead into your eyes, then said:

“it’s nearly easter and i don’t have my favourite surprise, stop stalling and be mine.” with a monotone yet oddly sexy tone.

the hallway erupted in laughter, including you, as shoto suddenly started to turn red.

he guessed that when denki told him in the locker room, it didn’t seem too weird as he backed it up by saying you reposted a lot of these videos.

but now, as he sat beneath you with flowers in your hand and a cringy pick up line that he’s now sure denki just made up on the spot, shoto felt kinda embarrassed.

but that all washed away when your squatted to meet him, brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him softly on the corner of his lips.

“you’re so corny, you couldn’t just asked me, you know?” you giggled.

“it… wasn’t-“

“trust me, i know. i’ll kill denki for you later, for now, come in.” you winked, pulling him off the ground and into your room.

the hallways cheered and clapped while shoto was bright red in the face, all while sporting a rare dopey smile on his face.

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THIS IS CANON IDC

suna's baby's first word is mama, called out sleepily from your daughter's crib after he puts her down to bed one night.

and suna vows to take that secret with him to the grave.

it's not because he isn't thrilled—and not because it's not exactly what he hoped her first word would be—but rather it's because he's the only one around to hear it, and he knows that it would break your heart to learn you missed that special moment. you're only in the next room, but you're sound asleep curled on the couch with dark circles under your eyes from the exhaustion of taking care of a baby on your own all day long while he's training with the team. before this little hiccup in the regular bedtime routine, rintarou planned to scoop you up into his arms and carry you to bed once he'd gotten his other favourite girl tucked in, but now he's left standing—a little giddy, a little dumbstruck—in the nursery all on his own.

when you come running into the kitchen the next morning with the baby in your arms and the biggest, most breathless smile on your face, and rintarou sees the happy tears glittering along your lash line while you encourage her to say her "first word" again in front of papa, he knows without a doubt he made the right choice.

"Endeavor needs to take responsibility" tell me you didn't read any of his actual dialogue without telling me.

Like oh my god, how are some people just so blind? He initiates the conversation around his behaviour and apology for such. He's the one taking steps to prove he deserves the chance to be seen as a changed man. He's accepted that he may very well die alone, hell he was willing to let Dabi kill him. This is one of the greatest character arcs I've ever seen and people just ignore it out of...what? Personal bias? At least acknowledge that he's doing the best he can within the circumstances. Seriously, what more do you want out of him?

I didn't choose this life, guys. He looked me (Shoto) dead in the eyes and said "I'm proud of you" and it stabbed me through the heart. I tried to fight it but the Sir Nighteye/Kiyotaka Ishimaru/Steven Universe kin inside me could not ignore it forever.

He and the rest of the Todorokis are all so wonderfully written. The storyline is incredible and so nuanced. The point of the story is not forgiveness, the point is to acknowledge that sometimes people fuck up and there's nothing you can do to change that, all you can do is heal and move forward. To say that everyone deserves the chance to do better if they simply try to do so.

Kawaiiiiiii

touya pillleeee

ineed

Synopsis: Dabi hates Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t stop him from committing petty theft to make you smile. Nothing says romance like stolen chocolates and a little chaos

A/N: this little fic was written in celebration of Valentine’s Day ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Dabi loathed Valentine’s Day.

Overpriced chocolates. Cliché heart decorations. Morons scrambling to impress each other with tacky gifts that meant absolutely nothing. The whole thing was one giant joke.

He wasn’t the kind of guy to buy flowers, plan out sentimental dates, or give a damn about overpriced chocolates wrapped in shiny, heart-covered packaging. The entire concept of Valentine’s Day was a capitalist scam, and he had spent most of his life watching people fall for it like suckers.

But he was, apparently, the kind of guy to commit petty crime just to see you smile. Not that he’d ever admit it.

"Oi, are you done yet?" Dabi drawled, leaning against a shelf while you sifted through the convenience store aisles.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Almost. I told you, I just need to grab some stuff for Spinner, Twice, and Toga."

Dabi sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Dunno why you bother. They’d survive just fine without all this crap."

"You say that, but Spinner will actually die without his energy drinks, and Twice has been begging for those stupid limited-edition snacks all week."

"And Toga?"

"She asked for ‘anything cute,’ which means she’s getting strawberry-flavored Pocky with edible glitter."

Dabi snorted. "Yeah, that tracks."

You were completely focused on your little shopping mission, scanning the shelves with a look of determination that was almost adorable — which made it the perfect time for Dabi to make his move.

While you debated over which flavor of instant noodles Spinner would tolerate the most, Dabi turned, walked straight past the cash registers, and grabbed the nearest box of chocolates off the holiday display.

Then, because he was feeling particularly obnoxious, he reached for a stupidly soft, red teddy bear — the kind that was so cliché it hurt.

He didn’t even try to be sneaky about it. Just grabbed them like they were already his. With that, he simply left the store, unnoticed by the crew that had too many customers in.

Standing outside a combini in the chilly evening air, hands shoved deep into his pockets, Dabi waited. Waited for you to finish paying for the boring, legally acquired items. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, watching the city pass by. A box of chocolates rested securely under his arm, so did the teddy bear. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced back through the store’s glass windows. 

You hadn’t noticed. Too busy sorting through energy drinks for Spinner, digging through the snack aisle for Twice, and picking out something for Toga. Always thinking about everyone else.

Tch. You were too soft for the League.

He shifted his weight, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. 

A minute later, you finally emerged from the store, a paper bag in your hand, eyes immediately narrowing when you spotted him. "...Did you actually pay for that?"

Dabi blew out a low chuckle, tapping ash from the end of his cigarette. "What do you think?"

You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Dabi—"

"Relax. No alarms went off, no cops are chasing me. Everyone wins." He jerked his chin toward the bag in your hand. "Got what you needed?"

You sighed, clearly choosing your battles. "Yeah. Spinner’s energy drinks, Twice’s snacks, and Toga’s stuff."

"Great. Let’s get outta here."

You eyed the chocolates and the bear under his arm. 

He shrugged, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Figured you deserve somethin’ cute for the Valentine’s Day, doll."

Your brows lifted. "You stole me a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?"

"Better than buying ‘em." He flicked his cigarette away, smirking. "Not like I’m made of money, babe."

You shook your head, but the way your lips quirked upward gave you away. "You’re impossible."

Dabi tossed the chocolates at you.

You caught the box, huffing, and the two of you started walking. 

The streets were quieter than usual, most people tucked away in their warm apartments, probably enjoying their candlelit dinners and normal Valentine’s plans.

Not you two, though.

You were halfway back to the hideout when Dabi’s steps slowed. He was about to make another snarky comment when something caught his eye.

You followed his gaze, and— oh.

Oh.

There it was.

A massive billboard, towering over the city streets, illuminated in bright, glowing lights.

Endeavor’s face.

Suited up. Slicked-back hair. Flames curling over his shoulders, making him look important, powerful.

"IGNITE — A FRAGRANCE FOR MEN."

Dabi stared at it. His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed, the muscles in his neck tensing just a little too much.

And then, very calmly, he handed you the teddy bear he carried all the way. "Hold this," he said.

"...What?"

"Hold. This," Dabi repeated, stepping away from you.

You barely had time to react before flames erupted from his hands. Bright, blue, and merciless.

Flames roared to life around his hands as he aimed them directly at the smug, larger-than-life face of his scumbag father.

The fire hit its mark immediately, scorching the edges of the billboard, burning away the too-perfect image of a man who didn’t deserve to be idolized. The flames spread fast, curling and twisting, devouring every last trace of the advertisement.

People on the street shouted in surprise, some scrambling away, some pulling out their phones to record. The city lights flickered against the inferno, and within moments, the entire stupid ad was nothing but ash.

Dabi clicked his tongue, watching as his father’s name and perfect image melted away into ash. "Much better."

You exhaled, shifting the teddy bear in your arms. "...So I’m guessing you didn’t like the ad?"

Dabi scoffed, turning back to you. "What gave it away?"

You smirked. "The arson."

He rolled his eyes, snatching the teddy bear back from your hands. "Tch. Just shut up and eat your stolen chocolates."

You chuckled, popping open the box and holding out a piece to him. "You want one?"

Dabi glanced at it, then at you. Then, with a huff, he leaned in and bit it straight out of your hand.

You gawked. "What the hell—"

"You offered," the white haired man said around the chocolate, smirking as he chewed.

You groaned. "You’re the worst Valentine ever."

"And yet," he drawled, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, "you still put up with me."

A beat of silence.

Then you stated, “We need to go."

“Why?”

"Because there are at least ten people recording you right now, dumbass."

Dabi whipped around, eyes narrowing as he saw several people very clearly aiming their phones in his direction and then moving their cameras to the burnt billboard.

One of the bystanders even waved enthusiastically, shouting, "I loved your dance, Dabi!!!"

Dabi let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face, yet his lips twitched into that cocky, half-smirk he wore when he was either annoyed or slightly amused.

You couldn’t help yourself — you burst into laughter. “Uuuu, honey, you have some fans!”

Before you could get another word out, Dabi grabbed your wrist with a sudden force, yanking you away from the crowd. "Time to go, smartass," he announced, pulling you along as he bolted into a side alley. 

You barely had time to keep up, stumbling slightly as he pulled you into the shadows. 

Behind you, the distant murmurs of amused pedestrians lingered, but no one was stupid enough to actually follow.

Soon, Dabi came to a stop, chest heaving lightly from the sudden run, his eyes scanning the street. 

You could feel his pulse quickening as he tugged you closer, pressing you against his chest with a quiet growl. 

His expression was a mix of frustration and amusement, clearly annoyed by the public attention. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand through his snow-white hair.

You smirked, shaking your head. "Maybe if you stopped doing dumb shit in public, people wouldn’t recognize you."

“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Happy Valentine’s, firebug,” you whispered, climbing your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh after the kiss. "Yeah, yeah. Happy fucking Valentine’s."

For all his bitching and moaning about Valentine’s Day, Dabi didn’t mind it quite as much when it was with you.

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heat abnormal

This shoto is real

having to explain exaggerations to shoto

“you’re so handsome, i could die!” you exclaimed, looking at shoto as you sat at his family’s dinner table, though it was just the two of you.

his hand froze, no— his whole body froze. you could die? just because of how attractive he was?

shoto’s eyes widened and his mouth was slightly agape. he had to find a way to become less attractive, and quick! he didn’t know being handsome could kill someone. maybe he should be less around you or mess up his face so he wouldn’t be as appealing to you—

“god, i remember the first time i saw your smile. you flashed those pearly whites and i nearly dropped dead!” you chuckled, leaning your cheek against your fist, unaware of shoto’s panic.

could this really get any worse? first, you thought he was so handsome, and his looks could kill you! then, when he smiled you almost died? he gulped, ashamedly looking down at his food with sad eyes. he didn’t want to kill you, you were the love of his life.

you asked, “honey, what’s wrong?” and tapped your finger against the wood.

he thought for a moment, trying to rethink every decision he ever had with you. he didn’t want your relationship to end, and he didn’t want to be the reason you died.

“i didn’t know my looks could kill you.”

a laugh almost escaped your body, and your worried expression was quickly replaced with a smile. you covered your mouth and tried to hold back a chuckle, but you couldn’t help yourself. giggles came from your mouth, but you tried to keep it to a minimum so you could explain to shoto what you meant.

“baby, i’m just joking! looks can’t actually kill someone, unless there’s a quirk for that,” you mumbled the last part, tapping your chin in wonder, “i’m just saying that the first time i saw you, i fell in love with you because of how beautiful your smile was! your looks are amazing, sho, that’s why i’m saying i almost always pass out whenever i see you. it’s outstanding how handsome you are.”

his breathing evened out and he placed his chopsticks down, mumbling something under his breath. he let out a small ‘oh,’ then stated, “thank you.”

you nodded and continued talking to him, and he, of course, paid attention, but his cheeks were as red as a tomato. he tried to hold back a smile, shy from all of your compliments, although they were just an explanation.

shoto’s cheeks brought your thoughts away from your words and again, to him. you mumbled, “you’re gonna be the death of me, sho.”

his eyes widened like they did last time, “huh? wait— oh…” the two of you laughed it off and forgot about it the next morning.

hope u guys liked this one! i love shoto so muchhh :)