| A/n: ♪♫I got carried away♫♪—becuase of course I fucking did its AnGsT |
| Summary: Todoroki’s been ignoring you but you can’t for the life of you figure out why. Was it something you did? Or is it more complicated than that? |
| Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, I CRIED again. |
| Words: 5200+ |
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One week. Its been one week since Todoroki had started avoiding you, without a reason, without a warning. It was like you didn’t matter all of a sudden. At first, you’d just brushed it off as him wanting a little bit of space. You knew only too well how much he struggled with his own emotions, and sometimes he just needed some time to himself to figure it out.
But after three days, when you approached him asking about his day and he completely ignored you. You remember the icy, disinterested stare he gave you before stalking off past you as if you hadn’t even spoken to him at all.
That one hurt.
The fourth and fifth days were even rougher. Not only did he continue to act like you didn’t exist, but you started to second-guess yourself.
Was it something you said? Had you done something to make him angry? You give him even more space and the benefit of the doubt, hoping that maybe this was all one big misunderstanding, and eventually, he’d come to you and apologize once he was over it. Or even better, come to you so you could comfort him as you always did, helping get him past whatever was going on in that beautiful mind of his.
But that time never came, and he still avoided you as if you reeked of some sort of disease. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was talking to what seemed like everyone other than you. You’d never felt so small, and so invisible. Hell, he probably acknowledged Hagakure more than he did you!
You started to withdraw from your friends. It was too hard to have fun with them when he was around, it almost sucked more that you had a mutual friend group. All you would do is stare at the back of his head, hoping, wishing, pleading that he’d turn and simply smile at you again.
Deku noticed your change in behavior straight away. The green-haired wonder being the thoughtful sweetheart he was, caught you in between classes to confront you.
hi babey! how are you! I have a request if requests are open! Could I request shoto and the reader get into a fight and he accidentally uses his fire quirk on her. Super angsty but with a fluffy ending:D have an awesome day luv!
Being with the son of Endeavour and the UA’s Big three was a tedious task in it self. Always getting your potential compared with him, he was one of the strongest 3 of class 1-A. You on the other hand, were a strong opponent to anyone but you couldn’t match him. It was okay because he wasn’t your competition either. Even so, sometimes you felt a sudden emptiness and worthlessness because of the news comments, the media, everything. It didn’t help that Shouto Todoroki was pretty dense when it came to emotions. Not that he didn’t try, but it was something very complex for him. Your mood swings, your emotional fluctuations were more tedious to him than fighting the villains. It was okay, because he was honest with everything always. And, so were you.
Until one day, when there was a villain attack in the area, you were his classmate and now a pro hero too. Fuck the rankings, they soared higher for Bakugou, Midoriya and Shouto. But the most disrespectful thing he could do to you was telling you to stop. “Y/n! They are very strong, let me handle this.” he ordered you around. Your heart sank, now even he saw you as someone weaker? Was the media not enough to break your self esteem? Staring at him wide-eyed, you finally spoke, “what do you mean baby? I am a pro too, and I can handle things don’t worry” forcing a smile on the depressed visage of yours. “Y/n, baby, leave.” He looked serious with his piercing heterochromatic gaze. Serious enough that you obliged to his wishes with droopy shoulders and a heart filled with melancholy.
Finally after hours of paperwork at the agency and a few ignored texts from you, your boyfriend came home. He had the spare keys, so he didn’t bother to knock. Opening the door to an image of you curled up in the couch with ice-cream immediately elated his tired senses. “I’m home my love.” he spoke, a tender smile plastered on his face. “welcome home Shouto.” you spoke unconcerned to even meet his gaze. After years of being with you, he could figure out something was wrong easily. Being a good, quiet observer sure had its perks. “You want to talk about something?” he asked, sitting beside you, concerned filling the indent caused by his scrunched eyebrows. “Do I?” you spat, seething on the inside.
He was immediately taken aback by the sudden, blunt reply. “Y/n? What was that?” he asked once more, hoping to get a straight answer. “Oh why don’t you tell me Torodoki-kun?” Wow! this was escalating fast. His eyes widened as he got defensive at the anger eruption. But to think that you were done? That was not even close. There was a pit coiling inside your stomach, your head popping with various disgusting thoughts that no matter what, you were never enough. It didn’t matter what anyone said, but now, he did. How he disbanded you from the job! “I am sick of living with someone who is just a shadow of his dad! Who always thinks I am never good enough! Who always hurts me!” You screamed, it was a reflex because a second later, you realized what you had done. You scratched a wound in his heart that was always fresh. Always. It was as if time had stopped for you, every second seemed to linger longer because of his piercing gaze. How he was shocked and raging, Little flames erupting from his one half, while the other made the room temperature cold. Just like his anger, raging hot but icy cold because of his silence.
“Shou-” you mustered up all your courage to touch his chest, a simple yet daring move after deeply crushing his mind and heart. The only difference was, he lost his senses as he held your hand to stop it from touching him. Only difference was, his hand was hot, flaming. A bone chilling scream tore through the icy-silence of the room. Immediately leaving your hand, his gaze fell lower to your burnt skin. “Shit, I am so sorry!” he gently wrapped your hand with ice, treating you like a baby-feather, he is scared to touch, scared to break. Your guilt-filled gaze met his, and he was no less guilty either. “I am.. so sorry baby.” eyes, widened, heart racing so loud you could hear it. He was consumed by it, the guilt of hurting you, his eyes stuck at the wound. “Shouto, it is okay.” you murmured, his rumination was, however, louder than your voice.
Stepping closer to him once again. you tip-toed on your feet to reach his tall stature, gently relishing the feeling of your lips against his. Brushing them tenderly, gently gulping as you took his bottom lip in your sensual hold. There was no response, but you knew there will be, soon. Nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck, you exhaled “That’s okay baby, it was just an accident.” finally reverting your attention back to his soft lips, stealing his anxieties with a forgiving kiss. “I love you so much, my love. I didn’t count on you as someone lesser than me, I just don’t like to see you with a single scratch as long as I am here.” he cooed, immediately drooping down his voice low. “but, I hurt you, out of all the people, I-”
“shush!” you hugged him, melting into him. “I am sorry too, I shouldn’t have said that. You do know I don’t mean it right?” you looked at him, studying his features. God was he beautiful. Kissing your forehead gently, he cooed. “Let me put first-aid on that.” picking you up bridal style as you got lost in his side profile, lingering into his chest, being carried like a baby, being babied in general.
PS: idk I really found this one as word vomit :/ I don’t know why...
@savagetrickster-butdontfollowtis requested: OMG CONGRATS FOR HITTING 1K ASTRID🎉🎉 You totally deserve all these love for your superb writing!!❤❤ Can I request for #8 under the category KISSES with Shouto? 😍😍❤ no obligation to fulfill it if you’re busy though, no pressure babe💕💕
prompt for milestone event: hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss
genre: fluff
pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader
word count: 1.1k+
author’s note: ah thank you so much, zann! love youuu! ♡♡♡ here is our indulgence on needy shouto!
The library has become a home for every students’ studying needs, what with the dread of final exams looming over them while they spend countless evenings here staring at their textbooks.
Shouto finds himself one of these students, though with less of the exam anxiety and more of a need for his girlfriend’s attention. Which, to his chagrin, was currently aimed at those nasty math problems in front of you, eyes nowhere near even drifting to him.
Is he seriously jealous of a bunch of silly numbers? No, of course not. He knows you loathe math more than anything. You’re only sparing the subject your attention because you want to achieve a place in the top five exam rankings this semester, that’s all. What he’s really bothered about is the fact that of all things, differential equations were what was eating up all your time with him lately.
The two shared a house and a bed together. They cooked in the same kitchen, they got fixed up in the same bathroom, they were always in the same place.
So think about how Midoriya felt when he suddenly walked into the bedroom to see it empty and untouched.
Y/N always went to bed before him, fixing up the pillows to their liking and turning off the light but letting the lamps stay on until they went to sleep. She would also fall asleep before him, in his arms and resting against his chest. She was there waiting for him. But not today.
It was a mission. Way before she knew about One For All. And she would know eventually. Just not at that moment.
"Want to tell me what happened back there?" Y/N asked. She stood in the doorway of the room as Midoriya took off his gloves. She kept her eyes on him.
"What are you talking about?" He questioned, furrowing his brows as he looked back at her.
"You went totally haywire on that villain today." She informed him, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, "You looked like... I don't know, you were scared. More than you ever were."
Midoriya froze as her eyes locked with his. The villain they were fighting today had messed with him. Their quirk intruded in his mind, telling him things about All Might, about his quirk, about everything and everyone he cared about. He was nearly going insane.
He sent her a small smile. "It was nothing. Just the heat of the moment." He claimed.
May I have headcanons for Bakugo, Todoroki and Hawks with an S/O who is or wants to become an heroine yet she faces a lot of backlash because she is the daughter of a -now imprisoned- villain?
a/n: of course! i love this headcanon, thank you for the request love!!
headcanon:them with an s/o who wants to be a hero but faces backlash because of her family.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings:fluff, swearing, a bit of angst, mentions of murder/death and violence!
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katsuki bakugou
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Before you even start dating, Bakugou is probably really curious about you. It was all over the news, that you’d gotten into U.A.
And despite the school’s claims to keep every student safe, you still felt like an outcast. Turning down a hall caused heads to turn, kids ducked into classrooms.
You wished people could understand that you weren’t your parents.
Two years ago your parents had been imprisoned for good, in Tartarus. Watching from a cafe tv, you learned that day that your parents were infamous villains that had killed close to hundreds, and injured more. All under your nose.
You were questioned for a while, in fact, the following six months after they got locked up you spent under a police watch. They found it hard to believe that you had absolutely nothing to do with what your parents did. And after several tests, they decided you were innocent.
News broke that you’d gotten into U.A., so much so that your parents even found out, not that you really cared what they thought, they’d lost all your trust.
Bakugou was able to see your determination though. No matter how many times you were called a villain, or some stupid name that the other kids came up with to try and make you leave, you pushed through.
What Bakugou loved the most is how calm you always looked. He knew you were hotheaded underneath it all. But you couldn’t snap at these kids, that would just prove their point.
But he saw you train and work first hand, unlike these kids. Your quirk was strong, it was no surprise you’d gotten into U.A. You were going to be a powerful hero.
When you started dating, a few things changed. Kids still made fun of you and mocked you, but not as much. Bakugou also got to see that what they said really did affect you.
You’d broke down once in front of him.
Bakugou sat on his bed, waiting for you to come join him so you could do homework. You were shuffling through your bag to find your work when you pulled out a note that had some rather nasty words written on it.
You didn’t want to cry in front of Bakugou but it just happened. Tears flooded down your cheeks as you started sobbing. Bakugou heard your cries and jumped up to comfort you.
“Hey, what the fuck is wrong?” Bakugo asked, his harsh sounding tone was more worried than anything.
“Do you think I’m going to be a villain?” You asked, your eyes red and puffy as tears streamed down your cheeks and soaked the neck of your sweater.
“What-no! What makes you think I’d think that about you?” Bakugou’s upset now too, but his eyes find the note that had been in your bag.
“Who wrote that.” Bakugou’s voice was stern, and it didn’t even sound like a question he was asking.
“I don’t know.” You sniffled.
“I’ll find out.”
“They’ll just do it again. I just wish people could understand I’m not like my parents. I want to help people.” You clung to Bakugou as you cried, his arms holding you close to him.
“They’ll see one day. I’ll make them see.” Bakugou kissed the top of your head and let you calm down in his arms.
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shoto todoroki
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Before the relationship, Todoroki knows who you are. You were all over tv when your parents were arrested for countless murders.
It was ironic. He was the son of a pro hero, and you were the daughter of two villains. Falling in love with you felt like some sort of twisted comedy.
When you got into U.A., Todoroki was unsure of your motives. You’d been labeled a villain kid, and only destined to follow in your parent’s footsteps.
But you were entirely innocent. You had no hand in what your parents had done, and you vowed to never even speak to them again.
Todoroki got close to you, at first to see if what you were saying was true. He was curious. And wanting to be a hero, he was going to stop any chance of a traitor among his classmates.
But then he got to know you. He found out you were kind, and how much you loved to help people.
You were nothing like your parents
When you started dating, he tried his best to understand what it was like to be you. He’d see kids make fun of you, and even adults when you went ou tin public.
He defended you, and people shut up real quick.
You met his dad once, and though Todoroki said it was probably going to end terribly, you insisted on meeting him.
Endeavor was a bit surprised to see you dating his son. Some of his questions for you made you a bit uncomfortable.
“Your parents are still in jail, correct?” It as so blunt, you felt like crawling under a rock.
“Father-”
“Sho, it’s fine. Uh yes, they’re still in Tartarus.” You answered his question. Endeavor could see the uneasiness on your face and decided the questionnaire could be answered later.
“You really want to be a hero-”
“Yes. I’ve always wanted to help people, helping people makes me happy.” You didn’t even let Endeavor finish his statement. Endeavor nodded and left you two alone.
Word got out that you were dating a pro heroes’ son, and well it sparked a lot of rumors.
For once, Endeavor backed you up. He’d been a bit worried about you, but his words seemed to ease some of the pressure you’d been feeling.
“If she wishes to be a hero, then that’s what she’s going to do. Suspicion is not a means to invalidate her goals and future plans.”
Todoroki has seen you break down a few times, mostly after school when kids would call you a ‘no good villain’ or some other name.
Todoroki comforts you as best as he can, either holding you close to him, or reassuring you that what they say or think isn’t the truth. Or he’ll do both.
Todoroki hates seeing you upset. He knows how bad reputations can ruin someone, and he knows the influence your parents have on you. He’s usually only recognized as Endeavor’s son, so he knows firsthand what being related to a hero or a villain can do.
He’s going to love you no matter what, and he’s helping right alongside you to make sure people understand that you are not your parents.
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hawks/keigo takami
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He’s already a pro, and his interest in you peaks when the news of your parents getting caught spreads.
You’re a newer hero, but the backlash of your parents getting caught drags you down. You feel like you’re drowning.
But in this vision where you’re drowning, a vermillion-winged man pulls you out of the water and smiles at you.
Hawks aims to be your friend at first, he can’t lie, you’re very beautiful, but he wants to get to know you. He’s a bit sketchy himself, so if you are some sort of villain he wants to know.
He doesn’t think his comments affect you. He’s a bit oblivious, he’s not intentionally trying to hurt your feelings, but when he does, he sure as hell regrets it.
“So what’s the masterplan, Miss Devious?” The name he used was what everyone called your mother.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” You turn and look at him, your eyes full of both hurt and anger.
“How are we going to catch the bad guys, or maybe, the good guys?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Why would you say that to me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shove him away as you storm out of the room.
Hawks cocky grin is replaced by an ‘oh shit’ face. He’s really done it in now, and he’s thinking in his head that you’ll never forgive him for this one. All his other jokes seemed to fly, so why was this one so bad?
“Hey, wait up!” Hawks calls to you. He sends a few of his feathers to pin you against a wall so he can talk to you.
“Why are you so mad?” He asks, trying to examine your expression.
“Why am I mad? You just called me my fucking mom’s name. You’re making it really hard to like you. What part of ‘I don’t associate with my parents’ don’t you fucking understand?” You shout at him. Hawks’ lips form a thin line as he thinks about what he’s said.
“I’m sorry.” Hawks apologizes, figuring it’s best to at least make up for what he’s said until he can figure you out.
“Are you? Or are you just saying that so I don’t lash out?” You glare at him. Hawks looks away and sighs.
“I didn’t realize that-”
“That what? After the countless times I’ve been called a villain, that I wasn’t affected by it? Or that maybe the backlash from dozens of media sources and civilians wasn’t enough and that you feel the need to remind me that I’m the daughter of two awful villains?” You snap, tears pouring from your eyes.
“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” Hawks defended himself, his heart aching as you cried.
“I try so fucking hard. I work my ass off to prove that I’m just as good of a hero as anyone else. I fucking love helping people, it’s my job to save and help whenever I can, but it’s never enough.” You sob. Hawks’ feathers return to his wings as he lets you go.
Hawks hugs you and doesn’t let you go.
“I’ve been an asshole, and sorry won’t cut it for how I’ve acted but I want to make it up to you.” Hawks understood a bit better now. You were trying to fight the corruptness of the media. You were labeled awful things while you were just doing your job.
You’d never done an evil thing in your life, and you couldn’t hurt a fly if you tried.
“Why are you saying this now?” You ask, pushing him away.
“Because I fucking love you.” Hawks blurts out. He quickly covers his mouth, his ears turning bright red.
“Wha-”
In the spur of the moment to keep you from saying anything else, Hawks presses his lips to yours, ceasing the awkward question you were about to ask.
After this, it takes a bit of time for you to fully forgive Hawks, but you fall in love with him. He helps you prove yourself, and the two of you become practically inseparable.
Nothing can erase what your parents have done, but every day, Hawks reminds you that you aren’t your parents, and he’ll do whatever he can to make the public understand that too.
truth or dare with the class 1-A boys is nothing interesting for Todoroki, that is, until your name is brought to the table. Unfortunately for him, Bakugo is out for revenge, and he knows just how to get it.
or,
todoroki asks the class 1-A boys how to impress you, and it turns out about as badly expected.
Hey, love! First off, thank you so much for the request!! You didn’t specify if you wanted any specific characters, so I took the liberty to go ahead and write this as a gender neutral! s/o with a one of my favorite characters from MHA, along with Mirio! I went ahead and wrote some headcanon-esk mini-scenarios! As a lazy individual who didn’t wish to bother her editors, this isn’t heavily edited!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ To start off, Shoto’s wardrobe is more on the simplistic side—not that you’re complaining, of course! Consisting primarily of flannels, turtlenecks, oversized shirts, sweaters it wouldn’t be hard to something comfy enough flatter your natural appearance; albeit, your appearance when you wake up. Your boyfriend is fairly oblivious to your small act of filching, although he would take notice if you hold onto it for too long. What can you say? His clothes are comfortable!
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You had graduated Yuuei recently, and taken it upon yourself to binge some of your favorite shows—although you would soon be back out in the field, fighting ‘formidable’ villains per the usual. The past week had entailed late nights with a bowl of popcorn and a remote to accompany you in the absence of your boyfriend as you donned his shirts each day; you didn’t directly steal the item of clothing from the bi-colored male you love oh-so dearly. No, no, quite the opposite—Fuyumi had begrudgingly stolen her brothers’ shirts for you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ As the sun began to flood past the thin, silk curtains of your apartment window you rolled onto your side with an exasperated groan. After wiggling back under the plush, cotton-lined covers of your shared bed with a contempt sigh your eyes fluttered open upon the realization that your boyfriend would be arriving home today; at 10:30am, supposedly. Groggily rubbing your eyes with your hands balled up, you peered through dark eyelashes towards your alarm clock sitting atop your bed-side table.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Ngh. . What time is it. .?” Once your vision became at least somewhat reliable once again, your hues flicked from your alarm clock to the figure resting in your bedroom doorway. At first, nothing seemed out of place or abnormal, until it hit you. Half scarlet and half snow-white locks of hair, albeit a bit on the messier side, dual-toned hetero-chromatic orbs, and a half-condescending, half-awe-struck smile adorning your boyfriend. . your boyfriend.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The heat rushed to your face almost as quickly as said male walked over wearily, although hastily, only to seemingly crumble onto your form acting as a second-blanket, of sorts. Wordlessly, you carefully pulled away your actual covers and opened your arms in an inviting manner. Lack of sleep evident in his eyes, Shoto pulled himself up before burying his face into the meeting point of your neck and collar-bone; breath fanning out over the warmed skin, the dual-haired male let out a blissful sigh.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It would be rather out of character for the male to act like this to others; in public he was Todoroki Shoto—the promising (undeniably attractive) son of the number one flame hero, Endeavor. With you? All of it was forgotten, especially when hetero-chromatic orbs drifted from your top to your face repeatedly; slowly, but repeatedly.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “This was a nice welcoming gift, although I have to say,” The ghost-like kiss pressed against your lips, albeit brief, left you to smile warmly down at the male you had the honor of loving. “I’d much rather have you let me know when you plan on wearing my clothing. This is a sight I’d much rather not miss, dear.” And with that, a silent agreement that you could both use more sleep that day was made; Shoto’s face buried in your. . or, his shirt, and your arms draped gently across his back.˚₊·
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “If I wear your clothing more often. . Can we have more mornings like this?”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “No need to wear my clothing, I’d love to spend more time like this.”
𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ In all honesty, Mirio would probably request that you wear his clothing out of the blue; it wouldn’t be subtle, and it wouldn’t be once—this guy is confident and it shows. PDA is his thing, but when he can’t be with you? Have a shirt- no, no. Have ten shirts, a hoodie, and even a pair of sunglasses. You’d have to admit, though, while the offer is sweet and you aren’t exactly complaining, you wear his clothes so often you may as well not own your own!
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Mirio. . Sunshine, I love you, but isn’t this a bit. . much?” Your voice was a bit questioning as you looked at the pile of clothing placed anything but neatly before you; your boyfriend's clothing, to be exact.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ That seemed to be the most baffling inquiry the blond had ever heard, as in response to your words his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Silence fell over the bedroom you two shared as your eyes flicked between the man before you to your own hands. Lips pressed into a thin, unwavering line, Mirio mulled over your question for what seemed like hours. Had you phrased that wrong? Had you offended him, perhaps? The second possibility seemed quite far from what was likely the reasoning behind his silence, although you wouldn’t jump to that conclusion simply because of the absence of his typical, carefree behavior.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ As you were about to open your own mouth to voice a small apology, the quirk-robbed male merely laughed as a smile spread across his features. Toon-like eyes found your own as your form was engulfed in a tight, but not painful, embrace. You weren’t shocked, but merely flustered when you felt your feet leave the ground; as a result you instinctively clung to the males’ biceps—features warming at the realization of just how small your hands were in comparison to your boyfriend’s.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “It’s never enough when it comes to you! I’ll be gone for a few weeks, so we wouldn’t want you to be all gloomy without the sun in your life, right?”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The dorky, almost childish grin your boyfriend seemed to have as a near-trademark was enough to make your stomach do flips like a school-girl with a life-consuming crush. The sight warmed your heart, as you, too, began to giggle; the sounds of laughter merging together like an angel’s choir when your arms found themselves around the blond’s neck with foreheads pressed against the others’. An untroubled, euphoric feeling overtook your very being as a small revelation seemed to find your conscious mind abruptly:
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You were, in fact, completely in love with him.
. . .
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mirio had left days ago, and you were currently gazing at your phone with a small, warm smile. Scrolling through Instagram, your eyes flicked from post to post; stopping briefly to like the posts that caught your eye before continuing with less interest than you’d care to admit. It was fairly late at night, the moon peeking through your window as it ascended the sky per usual; the light from your phone illuminating your features gently.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ That was when something caught your eye: a post from your boyfriend. Orbs widening and a familiar warmth spreading over your features at the sight of you, placed on the blond’s shoulder while wearing one of his button-downs and mimicking very own signature pose; your arms were out-stretched and the shirt clearly read “LEMILLION” in red print. Although the photo was a bit embarrassing, the caption left your heart aching to see the blond once again.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I love when they wear my clothing, they look adorable when they do. Getting home soon, I love you babe <3”
I’ve had this idea in mind for a bit but don’t have the confidence to write it myself, so if it’s alright may I request some headcanons for 1-A’s big 3 (Deku,Bakugou,Shoto) with a S/O who; due to high pain tolerance gets small bruises on their legs, but doesn’t remember where they got them from cause they don’t feel it? (honestly this me most days) Btw love your writing!
A/N | My indecisive ass couldn’t decide between quick bulletpoints or descriptive headcanons so I went with a hybrid(?). I hope I did your request some justice, anon, and thank you for enjoying my writing!
Now here’s some love from our main trio! <333
Midoriya Izuku
midoriya becomes a bit worried when he spots the blemishes on your legs, especially when you tell him you don’t remember where you got them from
he’s prone to getting many injuries himself and has developed a high tolerance to pain from how many times he’s nearly blown off parts of his body with his quirk
but he knows the sensation of pain is there as a defense mechanism for your body to tell you when you’re about to hurt yourself so he wants you to take extra precaution when you’re out fighting villains or training
also because midoriya doesn’t want any scars embedded on your skin, considering he has so many littered all over his arms, hands, and legs. so if it’s possible, he’d rather avoid you having the same ordeal
“Y/n, where’d you get those bruises?”
Midoriya notices your small blemishes and points them out immediately on your way to class due to your uniform’s skirt and short socks unhindering the expanse of skin. You peek underneath and finally realize the speckle of red and faint blue blotches, tilting your head in a befuddled manner.
“Huh… I’m not sure, myself...”
“Were you pushing yourself too hard during training?” he asks and you hum off in thought, trying to recollect any memory of hurting yourself.
“I don’t think so? Well, even if I did get hurt, I probably didn’t feel it,” you reply nonchalantly. Your boyfriend takes your hand to turn your attention to him. A worried look crosses his face at your absent concern for the marks.
“Y/n, it’s not good if you just push them to the side. I know you have high tolerance for pain but I don’t want you to get injuries that may permanently damage your body.”
His other hand not gripping your own tightens into a fist, and you’re aware of the boy’s own near-irreparable blows dealt on his body due to the self-destructive nature of his quirk. He’s only looking out for you and wants to make sure you never get to that point like he did—heavily bandaged up in a hospital bed and laying there regretting your reckless actions. He hopes you never have to experience such a thing.
At his visible concern, you reassuringly clutch his hand back.
“Alright, I solemnly swear not to go overboard and take better care of myself,” you promise him and that sunshine induced smile curls back on his lips. However, the easily flustered side of Midoriya appears right afterward as he rubs the back of his head in quick succession.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to be overly dramatic or anything! It’s just I was concerned and I thought about myself and your position and I just—” His words clutter into that speedy jargon that you found yourself chuckling at before promptly muting him with a simple kiss on his cheek.
“It’s okay, I know you’re just looking out for me, Izu, so thank you.”
The boy’s cheeks burst red by the time you two enter the classroom.
Bakugou Katsuki
his instincts flare up the moment those bruises are revealed to his very eyes
the vexation is quick to show on his face and without warning, he’ll tug you off to the side to interrogate you about them
when you don’t have a clear answer for how those blemishes came to be, he doesn’t pry further since he knows you have a heightened tolerance against pain—a trait he doesn’t think you should be particularly proud of if you aren’t conscious about your injuries
instead, he’ll scold you throughout your whole walk to the nurse’s, pulling you along in a protective manner you can’t help but think of as a tender act in spite of how brazen he usually is
“What the hell?” Bakugou mutters to himself while standing on the sidelines of the track field. As he watched you jog along with the girls on the bounds of the track, the small red and bluish marks did not evade his sight considering you rolled up the cuffs of your gym pants that day.
Right after your run, you soon hear the stomp in his steps when he approaches you. “Oh hey, Katsuki, what’s up?” you greet but he ignores it, instead grabbing you by the wrist and hauling you to the side, past all your classmates.
“Wait, Katsuki—”
“How long have you had those fucking bruises?” He’s quick to head straight to the blatant inquiries, backing you up against a wall so you can’t dodge away from him. You understand what he’s talking about, but you can’t tell him for sure when or where the bruises emerged, with your tolerance for pain likely eluding them from you.
He breathes out a heavy sigh after the evidently drawn out pause. Your resistance to pain made you quite audacious on the battlefield so it’s no wonder you end up with these blemishes. Though the blonde is a bit reckless himself, he knows there’s a limit people need to maintain.
Bakugou takes your hand in his again and briskly drags you along off the P.E. field and inside the U.A. building.
“C’mon, we’re going to the old lady,” he says.
“Huh? What about physical training today?” You try to tug him back but his hold on you is firm.
“Shit like that doesn’t matter when you get hurt, ya big idiot. What if you worsen those bruises?” he chides, “Now don’t struggle. I’m taking you there whether you like it or not,” Bakugou immovably declares and you surrender, discerning the tenderness beneath his tone that you can’t help but happily grin at.
“Y’know, this concerned side of you is pretty soft. I quite like it,” you tease. Bakugou narrows the crests on his face as he turns back to look at you with his usual discontented frown.
“Yeah well don’t get use to it, princess,” he quips back, however, you lean forward to sneak peck on his cheek before he can move away.
“Love you too, Katsuki.”
He immediately faces forward again, but the tips of his ears reddening tell you all you need to know and you grasp his hand tighter along the way.
Todoroki Shouto
the usual stoic expression he wears everyday would immediately shift into mild concern upon noticing the little blemishes on your legs
he stops what he’s doing and gathers to your side, asking about them with firm intent
when you answer that you don’t exactly remember when they appeared, he’s reminded of your high pain tolerance
todoroki sits you down, and though you tell him they don’t hurt, he still takes his time to thoroughly inspect each and every one of the marks for himself just to make sure
“Y/n… your legs…”
Todoroki walks into the dormitory kitchen, where you’re washing up a few dishes after you fixed yourself something to eat that night. The casual pair of comfortable shorts you’re wearing leaves your legs bare for him to concern over the bruises that blot bits of your skin.
You extend out a leg and gander downward. “Oh? These? They’re nothing, Shouto, probably something I missed during training today maybe,” you insist with a stiff chuckle, though you know your boyfriend isn’t one to let the topic get brushed to the side that easily.
Thus despite your words, Shouto twists the knobs on the sink to cut off the flow of water running down the dirty ceramics and ushers you to sit in a chair at the tables. He kneels before you and sets his hand around the base of your ankle to hold your leg up, eyes keen as they line down your skin. You fidget a little under his acute gaze toward your blemishes.
“Shouto, I said it’s fine. They don’t hurt or anything,” you try telling him again, but his only response is a hum, not looking up.
“From how some of the marks are fading compared to others, I can tell they’ve been appearing periodically,” Shouto mumbles loud enough for you to hear and then finally meets your eyes from below.
“Y/n, I know you have a high resistance to pain but what if these bruises get worse?” he says, worry lingering in his voice, “I don’t want you to suffer if these wounds stack on top of each other.” He runs his warm left hand on your leg that soothingly rubs the nerves beneath the troubled skin.
“Okay okay, I’ll patch them up a bit before I go to bed tonight.” You ultimately concede to the boy’s abiding stare that soon draws a grin. He lifts himself to his feet and bends down to lightly kiss your lips—your reward from him for listening to his concerns.
“I’ll get the first aid kit for you then.” Just before Todoroki starts down his path to the cabinets, you pull him back into you at the last second and astonish him by returning his gesture with your own tender kiss.
“Thank you, Shouto.”
He blinks twice in that instance, slowly regaining his leveled expression, but is now accompanied with small traces of pink.
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