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!
What the angst! >_< I hope you have a great day too sweetie & stay hydrated. ✨
Shouto X Reader : ANGST
Summary: y/n gets into a fight with Shouto and he accidentally uses his quirk on her. Angsty with a fluffy ending.
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...
Delicious angst....