AYYYYEEEEEE first request. uh. can i get a, "You should wear my clothes more often" for any ship you want. owo

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! 

Enjoy~ <33  o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 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!

⸻⸻⸻ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 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!

⸻⸻⸻ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “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”