Shoto Todoroki Fanfic Recs!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Shouto was nine when he realized something was wrong and no one else knew. Red flowers grew where they shouldn't and wouldn't go away.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
There is not much he actually remembers, in the end. The therapist lady in the jacket suit had told him that; that sometimes when things are too painful and memories too shattered, they’ll fade. And sometimes, if those memories are too jagged at the edges, and they had been poking at him for too long, he could fade as well- sometimes there, sometimes not, sometimes somewhere far away, when everything goes fuzzy at the edges and time stutters.
Shoto is not ready. Perhaps in many years’ time, he will be somewhat closer to being ‘ready’. Perhaps not.
Either way, he nods his head, sits up straighter, and prepares himself to speak as the camera light flickers red and starts recording.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
My take on everything Shouto is going through, because he deserves a good old-fashioned breakdown.
Technically set post ch 297, but this is more like me rewriting ch 298 and then doing whatever I want after that lol.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
ten years after running away from home, touya has to deal with an older version of his baby brother at his door
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
"Iida, did you hear about the two people who stole a calendar?" Shouto asked as he sat down for breakfast. "They each got six months."
Iida choked on his orange juice, putting the cup down quickly and wiping his face with a napkin. He took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on his face, adjusting them a few times before looking at Shouto weirdly. “Ah.” He shook his head a few times. "For a minute I thought that you made a…" He trailed off. "Never mind."
(OR: Shouto attempts to be funny. He is not.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“He was beautiful!” Ashido pops up, sliding on top of the coffee table in front of Kaminari with a wild grin. The classmates ignore Iida’s indignant yelling.
“Long, flowing hair, pale skin, nice eyes,” she sighs dreamily, “I’m so glad we got to meet such a hot ghost.”
“I didn’t really see him,” Sero recalls, “I just remember hearing a voice and then running for our lives.” Kirishima gives a nod.
“Plus, it was really dark,” he adds.
“That’s because you weren’t looking,” Ashido gives a pout.
Uraraka gives a hum, she wants to see a hot ghost. Hagakure shifts beside her, careful not to move too much, and she feels a woosh by her head from what must be a fist in the air.
“That’s it!” she exclaims, “I want to see the hot ghost.”
In which Class A just wants to find a ghost, but instead they find a lonely, forgotten god in the middle of the woods.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Maybe if they can’t have a proper brotherly relationship just yet (or ever), he could try to be Shouto’s friend.
“You have a phone, right?” Natsuo asks, because he is, in fact, the most awkward person to ever exist.
“Yeah. I have a phone,” Shouto says. “Do you want to see it?” Correction: they are the most awkward siblings to ever exist.
Natsuo lost one brother (and friend), but now maybe he's ready to reach out to another that needed him all along
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Midoriya jokingly says, "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?" Everyone's too focused on Iida telling him off for swearing to notice Shouto in his corner of the lunch table, mulling over his words.
He is tired of being nice. He does want to go apeshit.
Or: the one where Todoroki Shouto finds his personality, bit by bit, through the power of memes and friendship.
(background momojirou; tsuchako, shinkami, kiribaku if you squint)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Todoroki is hit by a Delirium Quirk, but nobody notices. Least of all him.
The mission is simple: board the train, successfully navigate a crowded festival without running into trouble, and have fun. Aizawa isn’t there to hold their hands, but Shouto has no doubt that he’ll be sitting by his phone the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.
You’d think that by their third year, Aizawa would have a little more trust in all of them. But he doesn’t.
And considering the way things immediately go wrong, Shouto can’t really blame him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“IcyHot?”
“I need—need help, I can’t, can’t—” Shouto breathes, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbles over to Bakugou, his muscles are weak, heavy—they aren’t working. His legs give out and—
”Easy, easy,” Bakugou stumbles back and keeps Shouto up with his steady arms, holds on to his waist tight.
“I don't know what to do,” he hiccups, pressing his face into Bakugou’s shoulder as he sobs and tugs at his shirt, “what’s happening to me?”
Shouto gets hit with a quirk that prevents him from sleeping and reality as he knows it, crumbles before him.
