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Who knew this would be my first MHA and IzuOcha fic! XD I’m saying that becuz I have a fic in the making, along with an IzuOcha idea that’ll continue it. Both are gonna reference to Lion King! This one is unrelated to all of that tho! I was pressured to do this based off of a tiny thing I did in the IzuOcha HC channel! XD I tried resisting...that didn’t help...this fic isn’t anything special tbh, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Pure fluff is on its way, with tiny crumbs of angst! Angst and fluff blend well, what can I say? XD @amynchan I hope you are satisfied!

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Sunsets are nice. The coolness it brings, washing away the summer heat. It’s wonderful colors blanketing the sky in red, pink, orange, and so much more. Ochako could stay right here for hours, especially since her special someone is standing besides her enjoying the sun go down. She couldn’t ask for more.

“What are you thinking about, Sunshine?” Nicknames, did she love them. It wasn’t anything new to their relationship; it’s been something they pick up even before being a couple. The nicknames just seemed to get a bit more...cheesier, in her opinion. In all honesty, she never understood it. Not the use of nicknames, but confused about the ones he chose to gift upon her. Why call her Sunshine? It would make more sense to her if he were upheld with the cherished name.

She turned from the colorful sky that continued to send shade, covering them in darkness with -soon to come- twinkling stars. Her clothed back rest against the balcony rail, her hum vibrating it a bit. “Just wondering...” she smiled to herself, her thoughts still lingering. The name just fit him more. Besides, he was the reason she woke up every day. The light in her life that just never seemed to dissipate. He was a beacon of hope to everyone, not just to her. She had her moments where she felt selfish, wanting him to herself. She knew. Ochako knew that he was for everyone. Not just for her. She’d cherish the part of him that she does have. The part of him only she gets to see. He’s Deku, and that’s all that matters. At least, that’s all that should matter. Why? Why couldn’t that be enough. He was enough. More than enough, in fact! Maybe it was her? Was she enough? No! She shouldn’t think like that, she knew he loved her. She knew she was enough for him. Yet...the back of her mind will forever linger with that toxic thought, “He deserves better”.

Shaking her head, she snapped back into the present. There he was, looking at her with those emerald, worried, irises. She jumped on her toes, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, “Ah, sorry! Kinda zoned out there for a minute.” The boy blinked, staggering back a bit. She noted how his body was now facing the same direction as hers.

Before he could put his worry into words, she clambered on, fiddling with her fingers, “Can I ask you a question?” He took attention, nodding with that determined smile of his. Gosh was he a dork, couldn’t hide that worry in his eyes for the best of him. Ochako rolled her body to the side, facing the one she felt like she didn’t deserve. Gosh were his eyes capturing. The girl sucked in a breath, her eyes shut, levitating on her question and how she was going to ask without it sounding strange.

“Um, this may sound weird but,” A nervous giggle slipped past her lips. Her fingers toyed with the strands of her hair, eyes averted to the ground. Fighting back a blush would be hopeless now. “Izuku,” saying his name so freely always left her tingling inside. “Why is my nickname, Sunshine?” She flailed her hands, her heart pounding. Couples would be lying if they said relationships get easier in time, “Ah- I mean, why am I the sun?” She covered her face, “I’m sorry if it’s a strange question, I’ve just never understood it.”

Izuku’s confused face washed away, a smile springing into action. He started to chuckle a little, only causing her to hide more. Clearing his throat, he moved to her, his hands gently grasping around her wrist, guiding them down, “N-No it’s okay! Sorry for laughing, it’s just- Well...” he coughed as he felt a blush of his own seeping onto his freckled features. Trying his best to brush off his latest thoughts, a smile found its way back to his lips.

“Ochako, please look at me.” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t let a few laughs lips past his lips. She just looked so cute; he couldn’t help it. Her cheeks puffed in announce, rosy, yet flourishing more than usual. After a bit, the girl let out a breath, giving in.

“That’s better.” He perked up, trying his best not to drown within those chocolate brown eyes of hers. “The reason behind that nickname I gave you...” maybe having her eyes on him, wasn’t such a good idea. He mustered all the courage he could find, “Your so bright, sometimes it’s even hard for me to look at you.” That was a mood within this very moment, his eyes engulfing hers, and she did the same to his. The confidence he had seconds prior all but left him. He shrunk, his voice getting smaller, “Not to mention that my life revolves around you.” Now he knew how she felt.

Ochako squeaked, hiding her face once more, Izuku following suit. Even though she’d never fully understand it, she understood that he surly felt the same as her. She just hoped he knew he was enough.

The couple stood there, allowing the cool air to calm their burning cheeks. Which thankfully subsided not too long after the stars floated above their heads, moonlight coloring the both of them.

Ochako was the first to break, laughter filling in the quiet, and thick air, around them. The hero besides her lowered his hands, a laugh bubbly out of him as well. Gosh they were a mess.

Wiping a tear from her eye, her giggles fading, not minding their closeness, “Then... I guess that means you’re my world, Deku?” She beamed, both her fist landing in front of her stomach, between them.

Izuku’s face scrunched up, “So bright!”

“Ah, Deku! Your face is doing that thing, again!” Ochako screeched, leaning forward, her hands attempting to poke at his face.

Her boyfriend’s head shot up, his scarred arm laying over his eyes, “Sorry!” He squeaked out, stuttering on his next few words, “Y-You’re just so bright.”

She scoffed, nudging his shoulder. Peaking from under his arm, a warm smile danced on his lips. He loved how she couldn’t contain a frown for long. As if on cue, a giggle broke free, her laugh lighting up his world. To both their surprise, a snort snuck in between her giggles. This only caused her to laugh more, Izuku joining not long after. His chuckling didn’t last unlike hers. Just a glance, and he was drowning in her. Caught in her effective trance; he never wanted to escape. The boy’s breath was taken away. He couldn’t help but think of how lucky he was as he continued to watch on, breathless. Her hair bounced along with each giggle she blessed his ears with. The moon light absorbed them within its beauty and peacefulness. A true gift.

Maybe they were already enough. All they knew was that the one before them was worth more than the stars above them. Actually, they weren’t even close to that. Love didn’t have a cost, because...it’s priceless.

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The small, quaint café which was usually bustling with life had quietened down as sunset approached. There were two current inhabitants, both sat at the same table, sipping hot drinks to soothe their tired muscles. Quiet conversation flowed between them amidst the soft sound of 90’s jazz in the air.

“So, how is your body doing?” she asks as she takes a sip from her Earl Grey tea.

“Could be doing better if Bakugo hadn’t blown up a container that was 5 feet away from me,” he replies dryly and she laughs,

“It was for the good of the mission!”

Todoroki places a hand over his left chest, “Are you siding with the enemy?” he asks in exaggerated fashion.

“Please, Bakugo may be a questionable ally but I wouldn’t go as far as to call him the enemy,” she replies.

“Well, that’s because he actually likes you,” Todoroki mutters into his green tea but by Yaoyorozu’s pointed look, it’s clear she heard him.

“You two are great friends, everyone can see that,” she says,

“Okay, let’s leave this subject before it gets any weirder,” he says hurriedly because he does not want to discuss the ambiguity that is his ‘friendship’ (if you could even call it that) with their fellow explosion hero.

Yaoyorozu complies, “Disregarding the whole container fiasco, I’m really glad you were there, you saved me,” she says gratefully.

“Like a prince?” Todoroki asks, referring to an earlier conversation of theirs and Yaoyorozu splutters at the unexpected attack.

“Stop bringing that up!”

“It was only a question,” he answers innocently and Yaoyorozu glares at him,

“Just because I said that I wanted to be saved by a prince when I was young doesn’t mean it still applies now. It’s been years!” she explains exasperatedly.

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” Todoroki merely shrugs but Yaoyorozu retorts,

“And what the heart wants is not that,” she stares him down and soon enough, Todoroki puts his hands up in surrender and silence envelops them once again. 

Yaoyorozu may have seemed annoyed with Todoroki’s rare joke but she was secretly glad that he was able to tease her as he did. It made her feel like they were closer, like the years of trying to break through his outer exterior had finally paid off. Of course, that didn’t mean they had grown closer in all aspects, Yaoyorozu was still working on that but she didn’t want to risk losing the comfort of their friendship.

Todoroki glanced up at his comrade who held her teacup to her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and although the silence was nice, for once, he wanted to converse with the person he was with. He racked his brain for topics when the background music became more prominent to his ears.

“Are you good at dancing?” he asks abruptly, startling Yaoyorozu who looks up at him,

“Dancing? Erm, of course I am, I had the upbringing of a proper lady,” despite her statement, Yaoyorozu’s voice sounded suspiciously shaky and she avoided Todoroki’s gaze.

Todoroki narrowed his eyes, “You can’t?”

“What- I can dance-,” Yaoyorozu began to defend herself but seeing his deadpan stare, she gave up and looked down meekly, “No, I can’t dance.”

Todoroki hums and motions for her to continue,

“I took the lessons but I guess I’m not very talented in that area, I either stepped on my partner’s feet or they stepped on mine, so it never really ended up well,” she explained, sighing afterwards.

“Didn’t you also dream of dancing with your so-called prince as a child?” Todoroki mentions and Yaoyorozu flushes, covering her face with her hands, missing the smile Todoroki makes as she does so.

“Stop!”

“Never,” Yaoyorozu removes her hands to see the amusement twinkling in his eyes and she frowns sulkily but could really care less when it made him make expressions like that.

A minute of silence passes before Todoroki speaks up, “Would you like to dance?”

Yaoyorozu’s mouth opens in surprise, “Here?” she asks,

“Yeah, why not?” Todoroki shrugs, finishing off his drink and Yaoyorozu looks around,

“But there’s people here!”

“Yayorozu, there’s only us and a barista and he looks very invested in whatever he’s doing,” Todoroki states, motioning to the employee who does look very smitten with his café work.

“Aren’t you hurt from the explosion though?” she asks, trying to find a way out,

“Please, as if any of his attacks could hurt me that much,” Todoroki rolls his eyes at the thought.

Yaoyorozu bites her lip, wanting to refuse the offer but when she looks at Todoroki, whose hair is falling into his eyes, the same eyes which are looking straight at her, she finds herself answering differently to how she planned.

“Okay.”

They both rise from their seats, Yaoyorozu more reluctantly, and gather in the open centre of the café floor. Yaoyorozu’s heart starts beating so wildly in anxiousness that she’s scared he’ll be able to hear but he shows no sign of noticing and instead comes closer to her.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Yaoyorozu follows his instructions and she notices how much deeper his voice sounds when they’re a few centimetres apart. Todoroki follows her actions by gently placing his hands at her waist, his hands merely grazing her form as to not touch her too intimately.

“I’ll probably step on your toes,” Yaoyorozu whispers as Todoroki begins to move them to the rhythm of the jazz tune playing overhead.

“That’s okay,” he replies, the sound of his voice reverberating in her ears.

They move slowly, Yaoyorozu worried about the inevitable blunder of her feet, but Todoroki dances with more skill. The riff of the song picks up and Todoroki spins Yaoyorozu a couple of times and she begins to smile as the song gains more momentum.

“You haven’t stepped on my feet yet,” Todoroki says lightly,

“That’s because this isn’t a ballad and I ensure you, I cannot dance slowly,” Yaoyorozu laughs but just like a spell, as soon as the words are out of her mouth, the song changes and a slow song comes on.

Todoroki stops spinning Yaoyorozu and she falls tightly into his arms, the distance between them even smaller than before.

“Wow, what type of magic did you just perform?” Todoroki jests but Yaoyorozu can’t find her voice to reply as they sway slowly from side to side. She does, however, make the mistake of looking up at him.

They make eye contact and there’s a brief moment where they just awkwardly stare at each other as they become aware of how close they actually are. Yaoyorozu breaks the awkward tension first as she accidently steps on Todoroki’s left foot and he flinches.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, I told you I’m horrible! Is your foot okay? I hope it isn’t bruised!” Yaoyorozu breaks away from Todoroki, apologising profusely and makes to kneel to check the extent of the injury but he grabs her arms before she can do so.

“Yaoyorozu,” she looks away, “Yaoyorozu, I’m fine trust me,” he flexes his foot to prove his point and the ballad changes to another jazz number.

“I’m still so sorry, I practically have two left feet,” Yaoyorozu says sadly,

“Well after what transpired earlier today, I can definitely say that you inflicted the least amount of pain on me,” he says, indirectly jabbing at Bakugo and Yaoyorozu giggles,

“You really need to let that go,”

“Over my dead body,” he says seriously.

The two are still stood in the same positions when Yaoyorozu speaks up, “I guess my dream of having a prince to dance with will never be fulfilled,” she says jokingly to dispel the remaining embarrassment of stepping on his foot. But Todoroki doesn’t reply straight away and instead steps closer to Yaoyorozu who looks at him questioningly.

“Todoroki-kun?”

“You have me,” Todoroki finally says.

Yaoyorozu stutters, “W-what?”

“You don’t need some prince from your childhood, you have me,” he replies, voice clear as day and Yaoyorozu stares at him wide-eyed, “I’ll fulfil those wishes, no matter how long it takes, so don’t worry.”

First, she thinks he’s joking but he’s looking at her so seriously that she honestly feels like melting a little. As she stands there being flustered, Todoroki walks back to their table, leaving money for the bill and collecting their belongings before moving to the door. Yaoyorozu just watches him in a trance-like state when he turns to look at her,

“Coming?” he asks like he didn’t just shake up her whole composure,

“Huh?” Yaoyorozu can barely speak but Todoroki moves their stuff to one side before stretching his hand out towards her, giving her a look that speaks more words than she thought was possible.

And so, she takes his hand which feels larger and coarse from the fight from earlier but also warm, soothing like the tea she was drinking and she smiles.

He was right. She didn’t need a prince.

She needed a hero.

Note: Thanks for your request! This one is more serious and also to those wondering if Komeda Coffee is a thing…well it is! Its a coffee shop originated from Nagoya and is famous for their Shiro-noir dessert :) Enjoy!

In which the flames aren’t just red

 It’s not every day you get to see Noumus busting into the city, stomping on pedestrians and wreaking havoc in Yaoyorozu’s favourite Komeda Coffee.  But there they are. Sparks flying, buildings set ablaze with pieces of concrete whirling through the air. Not that this was completely new to her.

She shot out of her seat the second she heard the alarm. Yaoyorozu didn’t even have time to sigh. Screams of panic and turmoil coerced her to work quickly, leading those in need out of the facility first. Some of the employees in the kitchen hurdled out the counter and ripped off their aprons as they ran. Yaoyorozu made lights (with fully charged batteries of course) instantaneously and positioned them along the exits as the power in the coffee shop wheezed into a stop.

She hadn’t forgotten the training she received from the pro rescue hero, 13, who gave both Uraraka and her some private lessons right before their graduation. He did praise the two for their talents and if there was any merit to it, she had better put it to good use.

 “Over here!” She waved her arm over to the closest exit and then forged a metal girder to hold up the ceiling to her left. She yelled once more, even louder, “DON’T PANIC! I’M HERE, JUST FOLLOW THIS PATH.”

An abrupt rumble warned her of the collapse of a nearby column and Yaoyorozu leapt into action. Moving fast to cover the young boy crying next to the concaving structure, a sturdy steel panel popped out from both her elbows to cushion its fall. The boy, red eyed with swollen cheeks, hugged her in gratitude and ran out to his mom.

 If only 13 could see her now.

 “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKK” An ugly, gut-wrenching shriek dragged the heroine back to the task at hand and two Noumus stood there, greeting her with its drooling beaks.

 Of course, the wreckage was only the prelude to the fight.

“One of those Frankensteins, I would be able to handle, but two?” Yaoyorozu said to herself under her breath and gulped. This was not going to be in her favour. She hurried to press the emergency back-up button on her costume and did a brief 360 around the room. If she wanted to survive, she’s going to need to know her surroundings. At least everyone had already escaped.

Within two seconds, one of the Noumus jumped into midair, crashing through the ceiling and came hurling down, just as fast, aiming right for Yaoyorozu. She dodged by the skin of her teeth. Along her arm, a shot gun began to show itself. Wasting no time, Yaoyorozu skidded to a halt and pulled the trigger right at the Noumu’s face.

 Brain goo and whatever else that was pink was blown out, making a loud SPLAT onto someone’s abandoned coffee mug. She knew that was only enough to hold him off until he regenerated.

The other Noumu came charging in and did an indiscriminate swipe at her, perhaps noticing that its partner was temporarily out of commission (heck, what was Yaoyorozu thinking, they don’t even have the intellect to understand what ‘partner’ meant, so nevermind). Once more, she pivoted on her right heel and evaded the blow.

 I can’t do this forever, the unpleasant thought made her throat dry with anxiety, maybe five more minutes and I’d be as good as dead.

 A stray piece of wood whooshed past her as one of them hammered their fist into a table. The creature twisted it’s neck a few times, eyeballs whirling around to focus, until its pupils centred at the girl. That was probably one of the most disgusting things she had ever seen, if you don’t count the brain guts from the other guy. Yaoyorozu breathed deeply a few times to calm herself, carefully analyzing her next move. It’s okay, Yaoyorozu thought, just pretend this is another strategy game…like chess.

One exhale and she picked up her head. Her weight was on her right leg, ready to leap with her left once-

 She was a second off.  The Noumu charged head first into her torso, subsequently latching onto her throat. She could smell fresh blood and decay from its foul breath. Fear protruded from every orifice on her body and for the millionth time, she questioned why she was able to become a heroine.

No, I won’t lose, she thought as her desperate attempt in prying the lab experiment off her neck was to no avail. Yaoyorozu created a sharp blade from her neck, stabbing right through the Noumu’s palm. The Noumu screamed in agony, looking even more insane than it did a minute ago, and still, it did not let go.  Using the other hand, the Noumu plucked out the blade and threw it onto the floor.

Yaoyorozu eyed the blade, any previous desire to praise herself gone. Even that didn’t work.

Her shaking arms lifted up, but the sweat in her fingers plagued her as she tried to get traction along the Noumu’s wrist. Her mouth opened slightly, trying as hard as she could to muster the strength to swallow air, but the monster strained harder.

Tick, tock.

Her consciousness began to whisk away. She’s going to…going to…

“DETROIT SMASH!”

The Noumu was suddenly flung onto the other side of the room. Feeling herself sliding down the wall, her eyes fluttered open, recognizing the green messy bed-hair of a friend standing adjacent to her frail body.

“Mido…riya-san,” she said in a soft whisper. Her ribcage felt as though someone pierced it with a knife as she tried to steady herself, most likely caused by a fractured bone. Her hand palmed her throat as she lied still, leaving herself in a fit of dry coughs. Yaoyorozu knew she had no power to create any medical kits for herself. Midoriya, with sweat dripping down his forehead, turned to give her a thumbs up, before jumping to ready another attack.

How pathetic, I’m a heroine who needs saving.

Her thoughts fragmented as someone propped her upright, leaning her against their shoulder.

“Yaoyorozu, can you hear me?”

The girl’s eyes fixed onto his face, experiencing a surge of relief she couldn’t put into words.

“Todoroki-san.” The corner of her lips lifted to a small, but substantial smile.

The boy, however, did not return the gesture. He had on his usual impassive expression but was now donning eyes so chilling that Yaoyorozu could feel it ripple through her skin to her bones.

His blue eye, that Yaoyorozu had grown to love, glowed so intense that one glare could strike an enemy down, while his usual warm, grey one looked almost glazed over, as if to say ‘nothing could hold me back’.

And she recognized them as the eyes of his father.

“Don’t talk, just rest,” he hushed her and she could see, somewhere in his perplexed thoughts, that he wasn’t going to fight like he used to. Before the boy eased her by the wall, she squeezed his hand with the last drop of strength she possessed as if telling him to be patient. To be calm.

Yaoyorozu stared at him longer, yearning for him to understand her, but he was already metres away.

A current of sweltering heat covered her senses as Todoroki strided into action. His fire embracing the Noumu in front of him like he was challenging it to counter, and his voice began to boom across the room

“COME GET IT,” Todoroki’s voice was terrifyingly loud, “YOU WANT A FIGHT, DON’T YOU?”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened, wanting to stand up, but her legs swiftly gave in. From the side, she could see Midoriya’s confusion as well. That was not the Todoroki she had spent countless hours with. That was not the Todoroki that she came to understand. Her brows furrowed as another wave of scorching fire rocketed through the facility.

But it wasn’t just fire. It was blue fire.

Todoroki took a step back as the Noumu, looking as though it was burnt halfway to a crisp, extended his arms to get a hold of him. The fire and ice hero propelled his left fist forward and grasped the monster’s neck before combusting it into a bonfire of aquamarine.

Yaoyorozu would’ve said it was beautiful, if it weren’t for Todoroki’s killing intent.

The Noumu broke into pieces of charcoal, some of its parts immediately rustling into bitter ash. Todoroki’s chest heaved a few times, feeling the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, and looked almost too proud.

Midoriya, on the other hand, was pushing his Noumu head first into the wall. It appeared to be significantly weakened but was able to rise up into the air with its last momentum.

Oh no. The girl could feel herself shaking uncontrollably as the Noumu crash-landed right in front of her, arms ready for a punch.

“Yaoyorozu!”

Under such immense pressure, she could still hear him screaming for her. Yaoyorozu dug her fingers deep onto her thigh, waiting for impact.

But it never came.

The Noumu in front of her screeched as it was enchained in ice. Todoroki seethed through clenched teeth, manipulating his billowing hellfire around the creature.  Gradually, the Noumu began to disintegrate, its remains carbonized into nothingness.

“I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU,” Todoroki called out, “NOT UNTIL-“

“That’s enough.”

Her voice didn’t reach him, the air around still broiling. He appeared as though a valve broke in him, power growing with no inhibitions. She could see the fire slowly amplifying and engulfing the room. Midoriya took a step forward, attempting to reach Todoroki but was blown away by the hot currents that exerted from the fire.

“Todoroki-san, please, that’s enough!” With tender eyes, she gazed at him and shouted, “Look at me and stop!”

The boy’s chest rose with each weighty breath and his arm declined, the magnificent flames along with it.

“I’m okay,” She could see him running to her and she found herself repeating again, “I’m okay.”

“I…I didn’t know what came over me,” Todoroki knelt down and said in a murmur. He lightly pulled her head to him, careful not to agitate her wound but she still pursed her lips in pain. As she nuzzled into the comfortable bend of his shoulders, she languished at the smell of burnt flesh lingering through the air and found him leaving a small kiss on the crown of her head.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, but she could catch every emotion in that sentence, “when I saw you like this, I felt so useless. Useless that I couldn’t –“

“Well, I’m fine now,” she answered, “Thanks for coming.”

Todoroki held her firmly again, reminding himself to check the bruising prints left on her neck, “Yaoyorozu, what can I do to make you feel better.”

It sounded more like a command than a question, and she wanted to laugh.

“Well, for one thing, call an ambulance.”

Midoriya cut in shyly; the whole time he’s been standing off to the side, hoping not to disturb the two, “I already called it, Yaoyorozu-san, they’ll be here in a minute or less. Bakugou just texted and said his area is clear too.”

The girl gave him a grateful smile before holding her ribcage, muffling the sharp sting, “Todoroki-san,” she continued, fingers tapping playfully against his forearm, “I didn’t get to finish my Shiro-noir cake, so if you could take me to Komeda Coffee after my recovery then that’d be greatly appreciated.”

Todoroki nodded, the grin on his face juxtaposing with his usual callous expression, “Sure, anything.”

Author’s note: I made achange and made it only Momo :P Thanks for the fanfic request, I haven’t done these in awhile and thought I’d do one for fun today. The japanese vending machines always have coffee milk and calpis (a yoghurt drink) and i miss it lots.

Humor and fluff? ENJOY!!

In which Momo is out of her mind and can’t keep her mouth shut

           “Yaomomo, you gotta tell Todorokithat you can’t make it today or you’re just gonna make a big fool out of yourself!”

           “But I really want to go and…“

           “and?”

           Jirou tapped her finger along theside of her crossed arms, eyebrow cocked upwards, looking quite curious whatthe next words would be that was coming out of her best friend’s mouth.

           Momo was hit by an odd and not tomention extremely rare quirk that forces its victims to speak the truth andonly the truth during her training mission with Uwabami yesterday. Worse wasthat the quirk also made its victim spew out their thoughts impulsively halfthe time (and sometimes Momo’s thoughts are not 100% pure). Momo managed tokeep quiet the whole day in class (she did mutter a few things under her breaththough like when Kaminari did something utterly stupid again with the littlegross grape boy) and since Aizawa knew of the circumstances from Uwabami, Momowas able to keep the secret from everyone except for Jirou.

           After all, Jirou was the closestfriend she had in UA and Jirou had a knack for digging out Momo’s deepestsecrets.

           Like how Todoroki invited her out toafternoon tea as a token of appreciation for helping him ace the latestbiochemistry exam after school today.

           “Spit it out Yaomomo,” Jirou said,smirking slightly, “and what?”

           Momo bit her lower lip out offrustration, eyes shut tight, mouth pursed. She was not going to utter a word;that was the only darn way to keep herself from speaking the truth.

           “Aw you’re cheating, you can’t hidethe truth by just not saying anything!” Jirou shouted and Momo gave in.

           “…and this is sort of like a datewith Todoroki-san…”

           Scoff. Two scoffs.

           “HAHAHA I KNEW IT, YOU ADMITTED IT.”Jirou was now doubled over, laughing out of control.

           Momo saw her friend wipe a singletear and sighed, “I hate this. Why did I have to be the one hit with the stupidtruth quirk?”

Preview:

“Why don’t you buzz off with the rest of the idiots?” He says, this time at his leveled voice.

Momo rubs her arm and she softly responds.

“ I don’t really like dancing. “

Why did you do It?

That was all Momo could remember asking after Todoroki shielded her and the little boy she was supposed to be protecting, with his own body.

It should have been me!

She stared at the seemingly lifeless form resting on the hospital bed, the steady beeping of the heart monitor the only assurance she had that he was still alive. He said it wasn’t her fault right before he lost consciousness as his blood stained her hands.

The doctor said the wound wasn’t as bad as it looked but she had a hard time accepting that, especially since they had to revive him with a heart defibrillator at the scene. They were just trying to make her feel better, she knew this…but…it didn’t.

They were coming to their last few days as second year students at UA when a villain attack came out of nowhere. Of course her, Todoroki and a few of their friends were out having dinner together at the time when it happened. And since they all had their provisional licenses, they stepped into action.

Momo tried creating shields but she could only do so many at a time and there were too many civilians in the streets to cover them all at once. Hence where Shouto came in, he stayed back with Momo, Asui, Jirou and Uraraka to evacuate the innocent bystanders until the pros could arrive.

Todoroki’s ice was really the only defense they had since one of the villains quirk was similar to her own. But instead of creating anything he wanted, he could only create knives, swords or any other type of stabbing weapon. He took full advantage of that and hit them with a barrage of his knives. His quirk also allowing him to shoot out the weapons from his skin like a gun.

Midoriya, Iida, Kaminari, Bakugo and Kirishima had their hands full with another fire quirk user and a teleporting quirk user.

Shouto used his ice to cover those around him as Asui and Uraraka helped the civilians escape with Jirou locating them before hand. Momo knew Shouto wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. Each time he tried to regulate his body temperature with his left, he was forced to use his ice quirk as the villain kept attacking, his right side was already freezing over and she feared he would succumb to frostbite.

He couldn’t go on the offensive either, if he made a misstep the villain could take advantage and attack the people they were trying to protect.

If there weren’t so many trapped, Momo could have held out and protected them and let Shouto take the villain head on, but she knew she couldn’t protect all of them without his help. So she decided to take the offensive and created her own weapons to counterattack. Her hand to hand combat experience has increased exponentially since last year, so that’s what she did or at least what she attempted.

Until that little boy ran right into their field of vision. His terrified eyes looking around desperately for help. The villain saw this and made a beeline for him, but Momo reached him first, covering him with her arms as she saw the knives coming, no time for her to make another shield.

“Yaoyorozu!!”

And just like that, her vision was painted red.

She shook herself from the memory and stared at Shouto. He looked peaceful in this resting state, but the bandage around his chest and arms, told her otherwise.

“I’m so sorry Shouto.” She felt tears coming from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away as the door opened.

Midoriya walked in holding a black duffel bag. “Hey, I brought Todoroki some clothes.”

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the action, what good does that do him when he’s unconscious? She knew he brought them for when he woke up but he’s been out for nearly a week.

“How are you holding up?” He asked her. “And don’t lie to me.”

Momo sighed sadly. “To be honest, I’m still blaming myself.”

“Why?”

“If I had been a better hero, Shouto wouldn’t be in this state right now.” She clenched her hands into tight fists on her lap.

“You can’t talk like that.” Midoriya frowned and went to kneel in front of her since she refused to meet his gaze. “Shouto protected you and that little boy because he chose to, he wouldn’t want you blaming yourself.”

"I’m trying but the feelings are still there.”

“ I know it hasn’t been easy, but Todoroki is tough, he’ll pull through this like he always does.” Midoriya smiled and stood up grabbing her arm in the process. “Alright, I’m ordering you to go home and relax a little bit, you haven’t slept in days.”

Momo nodded sadly, she knew he was right, but with how deeply she felt for Shouto, she was afraid to leave his side.

Hell, she was in love with him, her heart wasn’t denying it anymore. And loving him meant having faith in his recovery. Even if he didn’t return her feelings.

He came awake to the incessant sound of a heart monitor beeping.

A hospital?

His vision cleared and he glanced around, realizing he was right. Considering his injuries, he didn’t feel any pain, unless you count the soreness that stung each of his muscles when he moved to sit up and move his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled the oxygen mask from his face, surprised they even still had it on him.

He grabbed his head just as the door of his room slid open. He glanced up and saw Midoriya and a doctor step in. They were currently talking quietly to each other. Midoriya briefly waved in greeting to Shouto, even going as far as saying “Good morning Todoroki” before he turned back to the physician who was looking at him with an incredulous stare. It took Midoriya a moment to realize what just happened before he snapped his attention towards Todoroki again.

Shouto almost wanted to laugh as Midoriya began to babble and strode over to him quickly muttering apologies and saying he was glad he was awake. Even going as far as hugging him. He was about to respond when he whispered something into his ear.

“I’m glad you’re awake, but you need to talk to Yaoyorozu.”

Shouto knew exactly why, but Midoriya continued to elaborate.

“She is blaming herself for your injuries, she needs you.”

He pulled away from the embrace and the doctor cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Well, I’m going to perform some tests and if all looks well we can discharge you later today.” He pulled his stethoscope from around his neck. “Your wounds are healed, but we just need to be sure its safe for you to leave.”

Shouto nodded and allowed him to do what he needed to do. His mind was too focused elsewhere anyway.

Momo…

“Hey, look who’s up and moving again.” Kaminari greeted happily as Midoriya walked into the common room with Shouto at his side.

“Hey guys.” Shouto greeted.

“Are you sure you should be up and moving around, that was a nasty wound?” Ashido asked as their classmates came to stand before them.

“I’m fine really, recovery girl healed my wounds, all that I have is some soreness.”

“Well that’s good to hear, we’re glad to have you back!” Iida stated as he waved his hand in a quick motion when he spoke.

Shouto cleared his throat. "Has anyone seen Yaoyorozu? I need to talk to her.”

Jirou stepped forward. “She went for a walk around the school courtyard, she still feels bad about what happened, she said she doesn’t know if she can face you after everything.”

Shouto sighed and pushed the sleeves of his dark pull button up shirt to his elbows. “I’ll be back.”

“Think we’ll get a love confession out of this?” Ashido giggled as everyone laughed.

“Come on Ashido, this is serious.” Uraraka scolded laughter in her voice.

“I know that, but come on, you can’t tell me this wouldn’t be a perfect chance for it.”

No one could deny that and they all looked at each other before they rushed out of the room to track down their classmates.

Momo sighed as she paused in her steps outside UA’s main building, she turned her gaze up towards the sky and watched the clouds drift by sluggishly. She tugged at the hem of her pink shirt, giving her hands something to do.

“How do I face him now?”

“You could always just talk to me face to face.”

She jumped and let out a strangled yelp before she spun around on her heels to see the one person she wasn’t ready to talk to standing there. He was just a few feet away from her and she couldn’t help the blush that came to her face at how handsome he looked in his casual wear.

“U-uh, hi Todoroki.” Shouto watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a habit he noticed she had when she was nervous.

“Can we talk?”

“Is that really a good idea?” She turned away from him.

“Well yes, I’m not going to ignore this and continue to let you take the blame for it.”

“And why not?!” She rounded on him again and this time he could see the tears shining in her eyes and he immediately felt regret. He made her feel this way, it was his fault.

“I can’t seem to do anything right Shouto, I should have been able to protect that little boy on my own but I wasn’t, you shouldn’t have had to put your life at risk just because I wasn’t fast enough. I should be a better hero but I’m not, I should be faster but I’m not, I’m a fail-”

Shouto couldn’t stand to listen to her putting herself down anymore and grabbed her wrist to pull her tightly against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around her shoulders as they shook from her crying.

“Stop.” He whispered into her ear. “You are not to blame for this, it was my decision to do what I did, not yours, I only have myself to blame for my recklessness.”

“But-” She murmured into his chest. “But you-”

He pulled away to stare into her dark irises and placed a hand on her cheek to wipe away the tear trails. He didn’t know what made him so bold to touch her this way, but he was glad for it. He didn’t like seeing her cry.

“Shouto.” She asked seriously as a few stray tears fell from her lashes. “Why did you do it?” The need to know was too great for her, he never had the chance to answer before he passed out before.

“Because, people do stupid things when….” He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is going to sound cheesy…” He sighed. “Can I show you instead?”

She was a little confused at his request but nodded anyway.

“Close your eyes.” He ordered softly unaware that their classmates were watching them with bated breath.

Before she could question his motives, she felt a pair of soft lips press into her own. Her eyes shot open as she realized that…Shouto was kissing her! Her heart began to beat too fast as she fell into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Finally!”

The loud cheer caused them to jump apart, Momo’s face flushed bright red and she immediately hid her face in Shouto’s chest, she wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of her life. His face wasn’t nearly as red as hers but there was still at pink tint from getting caught in the act.

“PDA!” Bakugo yelled and that only prompted Shouto to pull Momo into another kiss just to irritate the blond.

“People do stupid things when they’re in love.” He whispered against her lips.

She couldn’t help but smile when she pulled away before wrapping her arms around his torso. She didn’t care that they had an audience or that they were currently running over to the pair. He was alive and he…he loved her.

“He’d always believed love to be fatuous at best and with the way his parents turned out, there were very few people in his life that dared challenge the assumption. She wasn’t going to be the one to change that and given all evidence, there was little to no chance he reciprocated her feelings. She had already accepted that much, but her chest still tightened at the thought.” 

Summary: After running in to Todoroki while getting some supplies for the girls’  pre-graduation camping trip, Momo debates her confession when the two are caught in a storm on their way back to their bases. Based loosely off the english translation of Arashi no Ato de by Galileo Galilei. Momo-centric Todomomo. Not quite angst, but not quite fluff.  

Author’s note: Admittedly, I suck at this whole fanfiction thing, but I need more content for this ship.

Momo used the back of her hand to shade her eyes from the low sun, her pupils tracking few heavy grey clouds swirling out on the blurring horizon.

“It looks rather far for being so close.” Todoroki pulled his backpack up and hoisted a few of the brown bags off the gravel road beside him. The air hung humid and heavy and the salty scent of rain was already redolent from the sea side in front of them, yet the storm clouds hung in the distance. “We better get back before the storm starts.”

“It’s a little too late for that,” Momo murmured, lifting her palm to the sky to eye the few small droplets that stuck to its surface. She tugged a cloth hood over her head in preparation. The sun still was still out, but just barely—a combination of the storm clouds churning and the fact it was just approaching time for it to set.

With Class 1-A already dreading their impending graduation date, the students had worked extremely hard to spend the last of the school days together. While they had a few activities planned as a class, various parties had inevitably split off to organize smaller gatherings as friends. In this instance, the boys of the class had planned a camping trip near the beach with a few of their friends in other classes and unbeknownst to them, so had the girls. Well, it mostly the females in their class and class B, along with that Hatsume girl, though Momo had suspected Uraraka had only invited the latter as a precaution to keep her away from Midoriya in her absence.

The two groups would’ve remained wholly oblivious to each other’s presence, too, had Todoroki not ran in to Yaoyorozu at the general store. 

She had just been there to pick up a few treats for the rest of the girls, if not to gain a feel for the small town. The boys were having it far more difficult.

From what Momo had gleaned from their short conversation, it was Midoriya’s idea to plan this little trip in the first place and while it was a good natured gesture in concept, the camping had been poorly executed as the short notice left very little time for preparation, even with the likes of Iida. With everyone scrambling to pack, everyone had managed to forget something or another… and instead of ‘enjoying each other’s company’, the party had taken to bickering. It wasn’t too different from class with Bakugou nearly blowing Midoriya up, a high strung but well intended lecture from Iida, and Denki accidentally electrocuting Mineta. To mitigate the situation, it’d been decided to send a person to in to town to grab some necessities from the general store while the others prepared. That person just so happened to be Todoroki.

Indeed, they had met up by chance that they met up, but Momo wasn’t the least bit unhappy. They had spent the better part of their high school career as friends, after all, but he still managed to make her nervous. She supposed it was to be expected. He was the one thing she could never quite manage to prepare for.

“The bus stop is this way.” He nudged his head left, waiting for her to follow as the rain began to pick up.

Heaving her own packages from off the asphalt, she glanced at him somewhat vacantly before following his steps. The pace of the rain quickened again, flourishing in to a full on cascade.

Momo sighed, feeling her t-shirt as it began cling to her body with the weight of the oncoming water. She reckoned she should’ve used her quirk to make something to buffer the downpour, but it was coming down too quickly at this rate. It certainly wasn’t helping that she was far too preoccupied with the boy affront her. She stared at his back watching his button-up darken and his hair flatten with the density of the storm.

They walked in silence for what seemed like an eternity. It was times like this she wished they’d written books on how to interact with people, or certain people, rather. Yes, there were psychology books and self-help books, but they all barely applied to the situation. And if there were, her mind had managed to uncharacteristically blank them out.

Even if they’d been friends at their years at UA, even if working together and sparring were second nature to them, neither of them were particularly good at talking with the other. Even on the occasions they managed to chat, Momo couldn’t help but notice how lopsided they always seemed.

She took a deep breath, clearing her head. She just needed to think, she supposed. The bus stop was still a few miles away.

Perhaps it was because she’d let things get too awkward between them, especially after the other girls had found out about (what she deemed) a very minor crush she may have had on him a few months ago, which only led to Mina pressuring her to say something every time she glanced at him twice. She’d berated herself for for letting it slip time and time again. She shouldn’t have said anything, even if they were playing truth or dare. Nothing would’ve changed though.

She did like him. It didn’t take her long to calculate that much. It may have all began with one instance of him believing in her, even when her own faith in herself was questionable, but it was an understatement to say that that he had managed to consistently do so. And being in his presence constantly didn’t help her cause. There was much to admire about him, both as a hero and as a person. She was so foregone, and yet she knew better than to say anything.

He’d always believed love to be fatuous at best and with the way his parents turned out, there were very few people in his life that dared challenge the assumption. She wasn’t going to be the one to change that and given all evidence, there was little to no chance he reciprocated her feelings. She had already accepted that much, but her chest still tightened at the thought.

“Is everything alright?” He turned slightly to watch her. As if snapping out of a daze, she jerked her head up to face him, looking up at him through her thick lashes. Now soaked from the rain, her dark hair fell flat on her head beneath her cloth hood. He slowed his pace, his face scrunching in concern.

“Fine! I’m fine. Sorry if I worried you,” she mumbled, frantically swinging around the bag of groceries in her hand, her smile too wide to be natural.

It had hit her a while when they two of them sat down a few weeks earlier to study for exams. With graduation approaching, there was no guarantee she’d even see him after the ceremony. In the words of Uraraka, they had to act for the present because the future wasn’t promised. Momo considered it, her lips pursing into a line. If she was going to say something, maybe she should’ve done it now.

“If there is something… you can say it, you know. We’re classmates, after all.” He cleared his throat. Momo swallowed, his words ringing familiar. She’d once been the one to remind him of that during the height of his family issues at the Ennichi Festival. She wondered if he really remembered or if he’d just grown that much since then. Either way, it made her chest swell with pride.

Touched, a gentle smile graced Momo’s lips for a short while before a forlorn gaze took her eyes again.

“Not for much longer though.” She looked up. They reached the dilapidated bus stop after a few minutes of trudging through the mud. Todoroki set the bags down, taking a seat on the creaky wooden bench. Momo followed suit, careful not to situate herself too close to him.

“Does that… worry you?” Todoroki turned his gaze to her, meeting her eyes. “I didn’t think you of all people would be anxious about graduating.”

Momo waved her arms in disagreement.

“That’s not it.” She shook her head, watching as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. “I just hadn’t realized how little time we had left together.” Confused, Todoroki casted a glance her way. She flushed, realizing the implication. She stared at him for a few seconds, his features shadowy. She toyed with the idea of confessing yet again, before sharply deciding against it. “As a class, of course.”

“Ah.” He looked down lost in thought for a moment. “I see.”

Momo raised her eyebrows, surprised. He wasn’t the type to be attached or nostalgic about things. “You do?”

A crack of lightning split the sky, thunder boomed following. The rain fell harder, the sound amplified on the crumbling roof of bus stop as the storm soon found its monstrous rhythm.

“Hm. We won’t be seeing each other as often. It’ll be different…” He continued toying with his soaking hair. Momo piped up, thinking of something. “But you’ll be at the same agency as Kyoka, won’t you?”

“Yes. And you have Midoriya and Iida.” Momo refocused her energy, using her quirk to generate something.

“That’s true. Though, I suppose that doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll see each other often.” He seemed to be mulling it over. “That’s why we’re doing this now. Isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.” Momo nodded, observing him. He wasn’t even an arms length away, and yet he was so very out of reach. His words from earlier rang true. He seemed far away for being so close. “Todoroki-san?”

“Hm?” Detecting the seriousness in her inflection, he stopped playing with his hair to glance her way with fixed eyes.

He was staring and so was she and she could feel he cheeks heated up as she began to parse the right words, the right question to ask him.

“If you liked someone, would you go about telling that person?”

She could hear it. She could feel the words, rolling off her tongue, spilling out of her mouth… but before they could, she stopped.

She swallowed, her eyebrows furrowing. Their eyes still locked, she held up a small towel she’d produced using her quirk.

“For your hair. It’s wet, isn’t it?” She handed it to him, averting her gaze to her lap, sheepish as his hand rose to take it.

“So is yours, you should use it.” His hand stopped mid-air, lingering over the towel. She could feel it dangling above her own hand. Again, too close for being so out of reach.  

“Our campsite isn’t as far as yours. Use it before you catch a cold.” Her cheeks grew warm with anticipation.

“Will you really be alright?” He asked, the slightest tinge of guilt marring his expression. Momo gave him gentle nod yes. “Thank you. Yaoyorozu.” Gingerly, he took it from her palm, a small smile pulling itself on to his lips.

The two looked at each other for a moment, too long a moment. It crossed her mind again—asking him. But before she could a bus rattled skidding a bit past the bus stop, before pulling up to open its doors with a startling hiss. The two looked up.

“I think this is me.” Momo rose, scratching her neck as she grabbed the bags beside her. “Well, bye,” she muttered.

“Bye.” She could hear his reply, but she didn’t turn back, maybe because she couldn’t bear to look at him right now. She hadn’t been rejected, but that didn’t stop the empty feeling from settling in to the pit of her stomach. Maybe it was disappointment in herself, maybe it was the feeling of an opportunity wasted. She couldn’t pinpoint it.

Taking a seat on the clunky bus, she let out a long sigh, turning to watch the rain as it trickled down the window.

He’d always believed love to be fatuous at best and with the way his parents turned out, there were very few people in his life that dared challenge the assumption. He was hardly the type to be swayed by others’ chiding, anyway. Rather, it took all three of his high school years, a few awkward encounters, and a small crush of his own to reform his opinion on the subject.

And by the time he finds he’s ready to admit that to himself, he’s few weeks shy of graduating, sitting sullenly at a ramshackle bus stop in a rainy little town, a small towel in hand as he contemplates whether he’d managed to blow his chance.

They say time slows down to a crawl when you’re anticipating something. Nejire Hadou found herself staring at the minute hand of the clock of her last class of the day just waiting for it to move. If she were to guess, whatever entity that controlled the flow of time was being deliberately slow today just to spite her. She was sitting quietly near the door of the classroom, several of her classmate and the teacher were wondering why the usually outgoing woman was silent today. Little did they know that she was silently rubbing her thighs in yearning for the night she and Tamaki had planned. If she were to be honest, the only reason why the was quiet was because she was afraid that if she wasn’t focused she might moan out loud in class.

*Random one shot to distract myself from the pains of fasting*

“I told you that the Culture Festival would be awesome, Tamaki!” Mirio gave his friend a pat on the back and laughed heartily. Tamaki responded by sighing and halfheartedly agreeing with his friend.

“Even if I hadn’t enjoyed my time there, it still was worth it to see her smile.” Tamaki pointed at the little girl that was holding on to Mirio’s hand. 

Tamaki was going to be a father before the night was over.

Tamaki knew that dating Nejire would be like throwing a lit match in a fireworks factory. She was wonderful. Always happy and confident, full of exuberant energy while he felt more at home shuffling in the darkness, hoping to go by unnoticed. Who even decided that he was part of the “the big three”? He didn’t want that kind of attention at all! He could barely speak two words in a microphone before completely shutting down!  

I remember us talking about this and, like the piece of shit i am, i’m hella late with this request and I’m so sorryI also came up with a random name for her mother because she has yet to be named

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Yaoyorozu was nervous. Sure, her mother has met her friends before but she has never met any of her boyfriends. But that still doesn’t constitute her anxious attitude. Todoroki was the perfect gentleman and her mother always enjoys the company she brings over.

So why was she feeling like this?

She was pacing by the intercom button, biting her nails like she always does whenever she’s nervous, and jumped when the buzzer rang. She ran to press the button, voice shaky as she spoke. “H-hello?”

“Can I come in Momo?” Todoroki’s voice was calm and she briefly wondered why he wasn’t nervous. He realized that that’s just how he is though, always calm on the outside, which made him nearly impossible to read.

“Yeah, hang on.” She pressed the button to open the gate and waited for Todoroki to enter her home, still pacing in front of the door. She tensed when the other pushed open the door slowly.

Now that they are face to face, Yaoyorozu could see the slight glimmer of worry in his eyes. She tried to give him a reassuring smile before walking up to him and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “It’ll all be okay,” she spoke, but more to herself than to Todoroki, who just nodded in agreement.

“Should we go meet with her?” As soon as those words escaped his mouth, there was a crash from the dining area followed by a high pitched laugh and the dining room door opening.

Both children watched as Yaoyorozu Manami came strutting out of the dining room, wearing an apron over her dress and seemed to be covered in flour. A few servants stood in the doorway, staring at the lady of the house with an blank expression. Manami smiled brightly at the sight of Todoroki and swiftly walked over to the two.

At first, he was completely shocked at the resemblance between the two. Their hair, eyes, hell even facial structure showed uncanny similarities. One of the only differences is that the elder was slightly taller and walked with experienced confidence.

“Oh my, you must be Todoroki Shouto!”

Todoroki gulped at her enthusiasm, immediately feeling overwhelmed. “Yes, Yaoyorozu-san.” He bowed his head slightly but froze when the other placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Please, call me Manami.” He looked up at her skeptically before straightening up.

“As you wish, Manami-san.” She barked out a laugh and turned to her daughter, causing Todoroki to look at them with confusion and Yaoyorozu to  become more nervous.

“My, this boy sure is as polite as you said!”

“Uh, yeah. Shouldn’t we go have diner mother?”

“Oh what a wonderful idea! I made it myself you know!” She turned and walked to the dining area, the other two following behind her, listening as she rambled about the details of the meal they would be eating.

Yaoyorozu felt a hand snake into hers and looked up at Todoroki, smiling softly. “Thank you for coming today.”

He returned her smile with a small one of his own. “Of course. You’re mother is very kind too.”

“Yeah and I think she really likes you.”

Pair: Todoroki Shouto | Yaoyorozu Momo

Rated : T

There a light knock on the door, causing Colonel Todoroki to stir. He lets out a heavy sigh, and mumbles a ‘come in’ while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knows who is at the door, and he knows they heard him.

The door opens to reveal his Lieutenant, who has a stern look of disapproval etched on her face and she walks in and softly shuts the door behind her.

“Sir, please tell me you didn’t spend the night here again.”

“Alright, then I won’t tell you.” He manages to reply before a yawn escapes him. He won’t tell her that, yes he did spend the night here in his office again, in effort to avoid his power hungry father. He doesn’t have to, she’s the sharpest mind in the division, she probably had come to her own correctly conclusion the moment she walked into the barrack. Not to mention she’s known him the longest.

She lets out a ‘tsk’ and begins to make coffee. She doesn’t drink coffee, she prefers tea. She is, however, the only one that can make his coffee the way he likes it.

“Sir, you can’t keep doing this. You’re not sleeping well, and stress and fatigue are bound to take its toll on you.” She’s lecturing him, and he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed, she always means well, and she’s usually always correct too. “Additionally, if I have to hear Aoyama whine one more time about your attitude, I’m pretty sure I’ll end up shooting him.”  

He raises his eyebrow in amusement as she turns, makes her way across his office and sets his coffee on his desk. “Or maybe it’s you I should shoot, being the root of the problem.”

“Now, lieutenant, do I have to lecture you about violence in the workplace?” He teases and takes a drink of his hot beverage.

Before she can reply, the phone rings and there’s a tip about an extraordinary alchemist up north and they’re off.

The tip ends up being a dud, but on the way back he does stumble across a brilliant and rather quirky alchemist by the name of Izuku Midoriya. At first glance, he would have only pegged him a scholar. But the guy is his age, has a boyish charm and a will and passion to be the best, he’s the type of guys who sees the glass as half filled and innocent until proven guilty and Todoroki is almost guilty for recruiting him. Almost. From what he can tell, he’s just short of being a genius, and he needs that kind of almost-genius on his squad.

Midoriya doesn’t accept immediately, but Todoroki isn’t too worried about it. He knows sooner or later Midoriya’s own hunger for knowledge will lead him to the valuable resources only he with the military can provided and fund. He has Yaoyorozu leave his contact information, thinking the trip wasn’t a total bust.

He gets a call about a month later and they set up an skill evaluation.

Several months later, Midoriya stumbles upon the theory of immortality and the Philosopher’s Stone. This information is kept on the hush, being the perfect thing to use as leverage to pave his path up the ranks.

Days after that, they stumble across the Homunculi. Or rather, the Homunculi stumble across them, and they are given a rather vicious warning to not meddle into the subject anymore.

Bakugou ends up in the hospital, sending the message of the difference in their powers.

The Homunculi have different abilities, they’ve come to find out, and aren’t human. They work for a figure they call father, which leaves a particularly bad taste for Todoroki. They also find out the secret of Philosopher’s Stone,the stone made from human souls, and there’s a new objective.

Find this Father, defeat him.

  It’s a wild ride from then on out. There’s betrayals, new allies made, and some lost. It all leads up to the promised day, where this all ends and he wouldn’t have it any other way, he thinks, as his squad gathers for the fight.

His squad is proficient, and specialized in different areas. From his sharp shooters to his strategist, to his mechanic, he has all his faith in them when they all separated to better assist with their skills in this war. His lieutenant, however, stays faithfully by his side watching his back.

Todoroki can wield both fire and ice at his control, so her protection isn’t really needed. She’s his pillar though, keeping him going down the right path, willing to shoot him shall he stray. She’s his queen.

They run into the Homunculus who introduces herself as lust on their search for the Father. She’s wild and unstable and manages to separate them in seconds by having the ceiling crash down between them.

Shouto curses and wipes the blood coming out of a small scratch from his cheek with the back of his glove.

“Lieutenant! Yaoyorozu!” He calls, and calls again and when he receives no answer, he uses his left hand to let out a calculated burst of flame that creates an opening through the rubble.

When he sees nothing on the other side, he continues to call her name, while he starts to run down the corridor in search for her.

After the ceiling crashes down, Momo feels the ground disappear beneath her feet and then she’s falling into a different level. She manages to land, somewhat gracefully, on her feet with both guns loaded and alert.

She’s stands still and quiet for a moment and glances up to notice the ceiling she fell though has been sealed. She frowns. They purposely separated them. But they haven’t attacked her yet. This means they were after her Colonel. She curses, and cautiously starts to walk down the path she fell on, keeping her guard up and one gun out and ready.

Her Colonel is strong, the strongest she’s known, and smart. But the enemy is stronger and she’s had a hunch for a while now, that the enemy needed him. This scares her. She can’t let him fall, he has a vision for the future that’s worth fighting for, he has a heart worth dying for.  

From when they were young and reckless, and he had accepted apprenticeship with her father in hopes to learn the art of creation, in efforts to neglect the flame alchemy passed down by his father. From when she had shared the alchemy of creation on her back with him after her fathers passing. From when she asked him to burn it, to use his flames for good, for the alchemy of creation was dangerous, the world didn’t need another weapon like her. From when he chose her as his lieutenant and requested she shoot him, shall he stray from his vision like his own father had.

He’s always been the one worth dying for to her. And if she has to die today, she thinks as she rounds the corner, tightening feeling in her gut she’s gained in experiences of war, she will for him.

Momo comes face to face with her Colonel, who has his left hand raised ready to let loose flames, if he must.

She lets out a short sigh of relief, and relaxes her hold on her gun.

The Colonel lowers his hand, and nods at her. “Lieutenant, that was risky. Make sure to stay close to me. We can’t afford to get separated here again. It’s too dangerous, follow me. ”

She replies with a “Yes, sir.” but her gut tightens again. Something’s not right. Now that she thinks about it, he was ready to attack with his left hand, and she knows he’ll avoid using the flames when he can and favors the ice alchemy he learned in a book left from his mother…

She brings her gun up to the Colonels head and there’s a click.

He stops in front of her, and lets a minute pass by before saying anything. “Lieutenant, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Lieutenant? When we’re alone the Colonel calls me by my name, Momo” It’s a risky bluff, but it works.

The imposter lets out a giggle, and the form of her Colonel melts into Lust, or Toga as she insisted to be called, it was cuter.  

“So you two are like that?” Toga moves to turn around and is still giggling “huh, how cute, never killed a pair of lovers yet”

Momo is ready though, both guns out and lets out a simple “I lied” catching Toga off guard before she proceeds to unload all their bullets she has in the Homunculus.

It’s all fun and games for Toga, until one of Momo’s bullets catch the side of her bun and her cute hairstyle is ruined. Momo seems to run out of bullets and Toga just laughs, her bullets haven’t done any damage to her save for her hair, which she’s going to be paying for right now.

She charges at the weaponless lieutenant, and is taken off guard, as she witnesses her transmute a shotgun from a thick steel belt lined around her abdomen.

The bullets graze her cheek and arm, and they sting. So Toga pulls back to inspect the damage while the interesting lieutenant reloads her weapon. Her wounds aren’t healing, in fact she’s bleeding, or as close as she gets to bleeding. It’s oozing red velvet, but it has the wrong consistency. It might be the Philosopher’s Stone, she doesn’t care.

At the sight of her own ‘blood’, Toga laughs. “You’re special, lieutenant, Momo was it? Very special, Momo-chan. Makes me excited! I can’t wait to tell father.” She wipes her ‘blood’ and licks it, there’s no metallic taste that she’s come to crave and it fuels her hunger to see the lieutenant covered in red. “But first lets continue playing! It’s my turn to see your blood, it’s only fair! Ne, Momo-chan!”

The Homunculus is quick, and even more crazed than before. She has Momo disarmed and on her back in seconds. Toga has Momo straddled and subdued and is laughing over her in delight as the look of fear quickly flashes over it.

“That’s it Momo-chan? I wanna see that trick again” She leans down and she’s so close to Momo, she’s practically whispering on her skin. “Momo-chan you look so lovely with your hair loose, a shame I have to kill you. You’re boring me now…” Toga’s grip is stronger than expected, even more so when she goes to pull out her knife and is holding her down singlehanded. This doesn’t stop Momo from fighting, and Toga’s smile widens even more. “Don’t be scared, I’ll make it quick. How about I kill you like this” She takes the form of her Colonel again, causing Momo to freeze in shock. “That’s right, once I get your blood, I’ll enjoy killing him as you!”

One second the blade is plunging towards her heart, and the next Toga is being blasted off her as she feels heat just barely lick the skin of her wrists where she was being held.

She quickly sits up and sees her Colonel, the real one, with the coldest look she’s ever seen in his eyes. He glances at her, and then returns his attention to the burning Toga.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my lieutenant.” Toga’s body regenerates, minus the two wounds from Momo’s bullets. Toga laughs and stands. “Colonel, we were having some girl time, stop trying to butt in!”

Momo watches as he burns Toga, again and again without mercy. She notices Togas body isn’t regenerating quick enough, and tries not to let the girls screams of agony shake her. The cold look is still on Todoroki’s eyes as he sends another wave of flame and in that moment, it’s not her Colonel, it’s not the man she shared her secrets with, not the man she looks up to, rather the man she knows he doesn’t want to be, the man she knows he has nightmares about.

She watches Togas form go limp and fall to the ground, her body the shade of charcoal. She’s wheezing and Momo knows the Homunculus is done.

Todoroki is about to release the finishing blow, when he hears the familiar click of a gun behind him.

“Lieutenant, what are you doing?” His voice is gruff and monotone, and this strengthens her resolve.

“Sir, I can handle it from her-”

“Stand down, she’s as good as done” He aggressively cuts her off and she can’t back down, not now.

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir.”  She replied, tone calm and collected, betraying the emotions raging inside her.

“Are you defying a direct order?” She shows no reaction at him pulling rank immediately responds.

“Yes”  

“Lieutena-” His tone rises and she’s had enough.

“I cannot let you do this Todoroki. Just look at yourself, look at her, look at the damage you’ve done. For what, for my sake?” He doesn’t say anything and she curses because she’s shaking now.

“Is this the future of our nation? A man who can’t controls his emotions scorching someone to death with no remorse. A man following the footsteps of his father.”

It’s a low blow, she knows this, and regrets it as soon as she says it. He’s still and quiet and when he finally speaks, her heart drops.

“Then shoot me.” His voice is quiet, and raspy and she almost stutters.

“Excuse me?”

“Is your gun raised just for show? Shoot me if you’re going to.” He hasn’t turned to face her, and she’s grateful. Her hand is shaking and she doesn’t want to believe it’s come to her holding a gun to to his back….

“What are you going to do?” He asks. “What are you going to do after you’ve shot me?”  She doesn’t have to think.

“I have no intention of living….”

He finally turns around, and the unforgiving look is gone, instead there’s nothing but regret and sadness.

Her hand is still shaking and she only notices when his hands come up to hers. He lowers her hand and eases her to drop the gun.

“I can’t.”

He doesn’t have to say more, because she understands him.

“You humans really are pathetic” Toga manages to rasp out, still on the ground immobile. She tries to laugh but comes out as a wheezing fit instead. “Lets see how far mercy will get you.” Her arm suddenly lifts and the two are alert, but she instantly brings her knife down onto her own chest crushing her Philosopher’s Stone. Her body starts to degrade into ash, and all is left is her ominous wheezing slowly fading away.

The pair barely have time to compose themselves, before Midoriya and a Bakugou round the corner. No one says a thing and they all continue down the path in search of the Father, none paying attention to the Homunculus on the wall, slipping back into his portal keeping the what he witness from the female in mind.

They’re fighting. Again.

And they’re losing.

Everything is happening so fast, Momo only focuses on the back of her Colonel.

The things they’re fighting are experiments, they’re jack up mutated immortal monsters, and they only listen to the gangly man compulsively scratching his neck in the center of the room. It’s sudden, but Midoriya suddenly vanishes and she can barely hear the man mutter about gathering the sacrifices with Bakugou’s loud cursing.

In a matter of minutes they’re all captured  by the creatures the man gleefully calls Nomu. The man is giving a speech and Momo could care less, she’s scanning the surroundings and trying to find some way out of this mess. She doesn’t notice when the man points at her until all eyes are on her.

“And you. A little birdie told me you were special.”  He drawls out. Her eyes widen and she goes to look at Todoroki, who’s mirroring her expression. “You almost slid under our radar…. but it’s time to see what you can do shall we?”  

She sees blood first.

She sees her Colonels body fall second.

Her head is pounding, and she can’t tell if she’s screaming. A Nomu drags his body to where the man is standing over a transmutation circle. A human transmutation circle. She knows what this man wants, from her conversations with Midoriya she can only conclude he wants her to open the gate via human transmutation.

Her mind is racing, and she sees the blood gathering around her Colonels body.

“YOU SICK FUCKS, WHAT TH-” Bakugou is silenced by a Nomu punching him in the gut.

“Calm down, you wait your turn.” The man turns to her again and smiles. “You know what we want. I heard your brilliant. We did just put a potential sacrifice in danger. We can’t let go to waste…. Don’t tell me you’re going to wait until your precious Colonel is dead. That’d still work, but then we’d have to hunt down another sacrifice to replace him..” He looks around the room “which can be arranged.”

“Why would you risk a potential sacrifice then. What if she can’t do anything!” Iida speaks up

“Because she will. She is willing to die for this man, that much I know, isn’t that right? Oh. Did you wait too long. I don’t think he’s breathing…”

It’s too much for her to handle. Too much. She’s panicking she doesn’t know…

“Yaoyorozu, don’t.”

She snaps her head up and Todoroki is glaring.

The man frowns. “I wouldn’t talk if I were you, if you make it, you’ll be opening the gate next.”

“No. Lieutenant. It’s an order”

“This is hardly the time to be pulling rank, when your life-”

“Yes, sir. I won’t. ” The man stares incredulously and begins to furiously scratch at his neck. “I don’t think you all realize the position you’re truly in! Unfortunately for you, I don’t have the time to-”

It happens so fast that no one reacts. The man is gone. And they take advantage of the distracted Nomus to free themselves.

It’s chaos. Their backup consists of chimeras and old faces, but she has no time to pay attention to any of that. She’s rushing to Todoroki and pulls at the fabric of her shirt. She knows what she needs. She needs, gauze pads, medicine she needs to stop the bleeding. She needs. She needs. A Philosopher’s Stone! That man was playing with one in his pocket, she was sure of it.

“Breathe”

She looks down in shock and Todoroki’s cold hand is over hers trying to calm her down. “Just breathe and take things one step at a time.” She wants too yell at him, that he’s probably dying, but he’s right. It’s disgraceful, the way she’s acting.

She manages to seal up his wound, having an understanding in medical alkehestry. She then rips some fabric off of her shirt, being the perfect combination of soft yet sturdy, and wraps it around his neck just in case. When she’s done, he’s staring up at her with something she can’t name, so she takes it as gratitude. She’s just relieved and still not aware of the what’s going on around them. More back up starts to show, including Enji, Colonel Todoroki’s.

She decides that it’s a good time to move, and she helps Todoroki up. She’s careful with him, and he huffs that he’s alright, it’s only a minor injury….. As if to prove his point, he encases a Nomu in ice, being easier to deal with, now that their leader was out of the picture.

Bakugou is going on a rampage, demanding to be told where this Father was, because “he’s done with this shit”.  

The tables turn from there.

Father is strong, but All Might, is stronger.

With his Homunculi defeated, he’s the only obstacle left.

In the end, they’re victorious and it’s all thanks to the combined effort of All Might, Midoriya and a Bakugou who wasn’t going to be shoved to the side lines. Todoroki, chipped in where he could with his walls of fire and ice, but ultimately decided not to get in their way with his injury, something he can feel his father judging him for.  

The moment the rush of the victory starts to die down, His lieutenant is dragging him to a proper medic, to get treated despite his protests that she’s treated him effectively. He lets her drag him though. She once said, she’d follow him into hell, if he wished. He’ll tell her one day that, its most likely him who will be doing the following…. one day.

Thanks for the request! Enjoy this short, fun fic :)

In which Uraraka and Yaoyorozu gets caught 

“Are you sure Uraraka-san?”

“Yes I’m sure! Come on, Vice Prez, have some fun!”

“But isn’t that bad?”

Uraraka stood there, leaning back on her heels with her arms crossed. She was clearly unimpressed.

“Uh, no, it’s their fault for leaving it out in the open like that,” The Uravity heroine jabbed her fingers at the outfits in front of her, lying lifeless and crumpled on the head rest of the lounge chair. Said outfits being Todoroki and Midoriya’s hero costume. Despite looking as if it went under a typhoon and seemingly whipped back out, it was pristine. As expected of UA’s laundry delivery system.

Yaoyorozu bit her lower lip. I mean, no one was around right? Her eyes instinctively did a quick scan. Nope. Zero. None.  Just her, Uraraka, and the clothes.

“Okay, Uraraka-san, “ The creation heroine glanced over at her friend and back to the subject at hand for the third time, “let’s do it.”

~~~

Were they supposed to change in the lobby or should they take it upstairs to their rooms? Yaoyorozu already thought of 50 different possibilities within the time Uraraka took to pull off her tee shirt. The former did an audible gulp. If any of her friends came into the lobby at this very moment, she was sure she’d have a stroke.

The bubbly brunette, now fully ready to charge into Midoriya’s green costume, grinned widely and slipped her legs into it.

Yaoyorozu followed suit, hands shaking slightly. Todoroki’s outfit was way heavier than it looked and now that she had gotten a good look at it, that metal thing looked like a backpack. She coughed out a short laugh but quickly composed herself.

“What’s so funny, Yaoyorozu-san?”

The black-haired girl turned around just as she unzipped the item in hand.

“Wow, you look so adorable!” Yaoyorozu gasped. Uraraka looked too small for the costume and given her height, she looked as though she was engulfed in a giant green marshmellow monster. She even flipped over the hoodie, causing her to look even cuter, like an innocent bunny. Yaoyorozu reached over to grab the floppy rabbit-like ears that adorned the girl’s head. Yes, she had to take a picture of this!

Though, the creation heroine felt a smirk tug at her lips, she had to finish wearing hers first of course.

A short moment later and with the last yank of the zipper, Yaoyorozu was done with her part. The girls exchanged glances and within a heartbeat, a joy beyond words stirred somewhere deep within them and bouts of giggles flourished.

“Yaoyorozu-san,” Uraraka’s voice was tainted with mischief, “The zipper on your boobs is going to burst open.”

“Wh-what?!” The girl tilted her head down and instinctively placed her right palm on it, “No, I think it’ll be fine….sort of.” She paused and saw Uraraka hold her midriff in laughter, “Should I take it off in case I break his costume?!”

“No, you look great in it, Yaoyorozu,“ a deep voice called out.

The two girls whipped their heads around so fast Uraraka had to place her hand on her neck to make sure she didn’t dislocate something.

How did the two not notice their footsteps?!

Midoriya, face red with something hopefully not related to the flu, stood beside Todoroki, who was holding a mug of black coffee from Family Mart.

“Uraraka-san,” Midoriya began, “What… are you doing in my suit?”

Wow, it’s shocking that he hasn’t died yet. It’s quite obvious that the Uravity heroine was making his heart hammer like no other. The green-haired boy walked over, admiring. Uraraka responded with a grin and also with embarrassment tinting her cheeks.

“Deku-kun, I’m sorry,” Uraraka pulled the hoodie down, sounding quite defeated, “It’s my fault, I convinced Yaoyorozu-san to try on your costumes.” Her eyes darted over to Todoroki who was now inches apart from the Vice President.

Midoriya nodded, albeit a bit too fervently, “Apologies accepted. Don’t worry about it, you look…” He could see the anticipation written all over Uraraka’s expression, “You look so cute.”

The girl did her signature move: the widened eyes and heavy breathing. Midoriya could melt right then and there.

Yaoyorozu’s lips formed a thin line. Those two had it easy, she thought, at least they didn’t have to deal with this guy.

She was starting to feel the heat get to her, no pun intended, as Todoroki walked closer, placing his coffee down at a nearby stool. Yaoyorozu could never read him. His face and his tone of voice. Everything was shrouded in mystery. Todoroki never let slip his intentions and motives which sometimes made Yaoyorozu more irritated than her mother would have liked.

“Todoroki-san, please accept my humblest apology,” her fingers wrapped around the zipper and she heaved it downwards, until she realized that she wore nothing but a black sports bra underneath. Nevermind.

The boy in front of her looked deadpan as always, and Yaoyorozu’s brows knitted together in frustration.

“I’d much rather you chastise me,” she spoke. At least she could keep her dignity. Maybe.

Todoroki suddenly gloved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Wait, before you take it off in your room,” he had to make sure he emphasized the word ‘room’, “Could I get a picture?”

“WHAT?!”

Uraraka and Midoriya did a double take. It’s not every day you hear a Yaoyorozu shout like a madman.

“Todoroki-san, you want my picture?” The girl could feel her lungs failing her, “But, this is so shameful! As the Vice President of the class…how dare I-“

Todoroki cut her off, “Don’t worry, now look here and smile.”

Click. Flash.

Yaoyorozu swore her soul just escaped her.

“But-“

Another click. Another flash.

Todoroki scrutinized his screen and squinted.

“Okay, great,” his voice was gentle and with a swift motion, his phone disappeared into the depths of his pocket yet again.

“May I ask, what is Todoroki-san’s intention with my picture?” the girl swivelled a little in her position, hands sweating from nervousness. Whatever he had in mind, it better not involve uploading it onto UA’s Facebook page.

The fire and ice hero made a smirk. Such is Todoroki, even a small smirk could send the girl to the moon. She shook her head slightly to keep herself grounded.

“Well why don’t you take a look,” He fished out his phone again and unlocked it, pushing it well onto her nose almost.

Yaoyorozu took a step back in horror. Oh no. Her picture was now his mobile wallpaper.

“That’s what you get for using my costume without permission,” The boy teased, “If you want, I can send you the pics.”  

She didn’t even know that he could make jokes.

“Uraraka-san, could I get a picture with you as well?” Midoriya spoke up, fingers twiddling.

Yaoyorozu, frozen in her position, turned to watch as the other two made a few quick selfies after Uraraka’s instant nod of approval.

“I-I think I’ll go change,” the Creation heroine’s feeble comment trailed off in tone.

Todoroki took a sip of his coffee, “Do you need help? Sometimes the thermal regulator can get really heavy.”

Ah, another joke from Mr.Jokester over here.

Yaoyorozu turned to give him a childish scowl before trotting her way to the elevator, vanishing from his sight.

As the lift made a close, she leaned back onto the railings and covered herself in her palms.

Summary: Yaoyorozu Momo, now a well-established heroine, finally finds her childhood friend, Todoroki Shouto, who now goes by the name ‘Kuroroki’. 

Rated: T 

Words: 4k 

Genre: todomomo angst + todoroki villain AU

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A/N : Lol I’m so late to this I should probably said Happy New Year instead, but anyway, Merry Christmas for @littleroundpumpkin, thank you for waiting, I hope you like your gift^^

On another note, I’m sorry if there’s any mistake, I double checked everything but considering how impatient I am, I probably miss a lot. Thank you for @boku-no-secret-santa

I have too much fun writing it, I hope you like it just as much, I actually got carried away, there’s probably a second two for this. This is based on my own hc that Shouto, beneath that cool exterior, is actually a mess of social anxiety, awkwardness, and sarcasm. Well, the main Idea is “Shouto thought he is the cool senpai while Momo is the unassuming shoujo heroine, but in reality, it’s the other way around”.