warnings: TW death, grief, descriptions of heavy injury
synopsis: there you areā¦the love of shotoās life, desperately clinging on to the few minutes you have left. If only shoto could preserve this moment forever.
a/n: im going to assume that the reader is a pro hero alongside shoto :) thank you so much for your request anon! You stay safe too <3
iāve been meaning to publish this for almost a week but i kept forgetting. anyways its 1:39AM and iām going to pass out.
Shoto Todoroki had seen tens upon hundreds of deaths in his entire 21 years, yet nothing prepared him for the moment his eyes cast would upon you. You, his favourite hero ā ranked #17 in the world ā doubling as the love of his life, grappling with life itself in a bloody mess on the concrete ground.
At first, he thought it was just another nightmare ā oh how we wished it was just nightmare ā but the hazy musk of fire and blood suffocated him, and the truth presented itself in a painful thought. He knew running to you would be selfish to other heroes who were battling the villain group at hand, though right now that was the last thing on his mind.
He sprinted toward you, almost slipping on rubble beneath his feet from buildings halved as if it they were iced cakes. You were coughing up blood as he approached you, eyes drained from their natural sparkle and smile so muted he wasnāt even sure if it was still you.
He fell in a heap beside you, cradling your head in his arms. āY/Nā¦ā Finally, his gaze slid down your fragile frame, locking on the two crimson-soaked blades that had struck your right through your chest. For a mere second, he held onto the ray of hope that maybe it hadnāt gone right through. But the second he shifted his knee under you, his costume ripped, and the hope burnt out. āOh Y/Nā¦ā
The black spots that danced along your vision where heavying by the second, the bland coppery taste of your own blood making you feel so nauseous you could vomit your insides over your boyfriend. Still, you persisted, a shaky hand reaching to cup his face. āShotoā¦S-Shotoā¦Iā¦ā
Shoto felt his lip quiver, the reality feeling like a continuous slap to the face. You were impaled ā through the chest. There simply wasnāt enough time. He grabbed onto your hand, his own hand trembling against yours, trying to preserve the dying warmth of you one last time. āShhā¦You did well,ā He manages out, his voice thinning with the tears pricking his eyes. He drew a rigged stripe along your palm with his thumb, staring into your almost lifeless eyes. āYou can go to sleep now.ā
And as if your body understood Shotoās soft command, you felt your eyelids fluttering, reality slowly slipping away with each breath. You held the faintest of smiles, even as blood pooled around the corners of your mouth and dripped messily down your chin. āShā¦otoā¦ā Was your dying breath, your body finally going limp.
It was a moment Shoto would never ever forget.
A month later
āAre you sure you donāt want to come, Todoroki?ā Izuku Midoriya asked him that Friday night, where there was a mini reunion for the former students of Class 3-A planned at his place. He tried to make it sound as light-hearted as possible, but Shoto saw right through the question.
Shoto clutched at nothing, knowing that since the horrific day, heād further distanced himself from any outing he didnāt need. His friends were worried, of course they were. But right about now, he wanted nothing more than to curl into his sheets and lay his head on his pillow. āYeah,ā He breathed, averting his gaze from Izukuās. āIām going to visit my mother in the morning before patrol.ā
His friend offered him a weak, unintentionally pitiful smile. āOh okay,ā Masking his disappointment was an additional challenge. āIāll see you around then, Todoroki.ā
Shoto gave him a slight nod as they parted ways, and he walked toward his car that was parked outside the police station. Normally it would be at the agency but today was an exception for the villain theyād been chasing up.
Sliding into the front seat, he slammed the door ā his own repressed anger seeping out. It had been a whole month but he still wouldnāt stop blaming himself.
āItās not your fault Todoroki.ā
āThereās nothing you couldāve done.ā
Maybe that was true, but maybe just maybe if heād kept a closer eye on you, this whole thing couldāve been prevented. Or instead of standing still like an idiot, heād run to you just that little bit faster.
There was nothing more he wanted than to turn to his right to see you in the passenger seat, arguing with him about his āboring song choicesā on the classical radio station.
Ever since your death heād started listening to POP FM.
And that proved somewhat of a mistake when your favourite song came on the radio that night and he drowned in his own flood of tears.
. . . .
By the time he unlocked his apartment door it was near 9 oāclock ā and heād left the police station at 7. He didnāt know why, but he ended up driving around the city aimlessly, searching for some sort of closure in the neon-coloured signs. Needless to say, it didnāt do much good.
His apartment was nothing special ā though everyone knew he had more than enough money to buy something far more glamorous ā he was content with the homeliness it held. All it held was a couch, a small TV ā which he barely used ā a mediocre kitchen and a double bed.
He made his way to the couch.
Heād tried sleeping in his bed, but after the number of times heād instinctively reached for you and inhaled your fading scent, he knew he just couldnāt do it.
Stripping himself of his hero costume, he climbed onto the couch and tugged the sheet up to his neck. He remembered he hadnāt had dinner, but he wasnāt hungry anyway. Laying his head on the plush of the pillow, and finally coaxed his eyes to sleep.
He was watching TV on the couch ā which was rather unusual ā silently slurping on his favourite kind of Soba. He hadnāt a clue what he was watching, but thought it was captivating. Looking out the window, he noted that the sky was inked black with a scatter of stars.
A knock at the door startled him.
āCome in,ā Heād said ā another thing that was out of the ordinary. His gaze resumed to the television.
The door opened and shut with a slight jingle of keys, yet for some strange reason he still wouldnāt check who it was. Maybe he subconsciously already knew.
A thump on the couch startled him, and his gaze finally slid to meet the strangerās.
Oh.
It was you.
You.
Y/N L/N.
Here?
āShoto!ā Your voice was oozing with exuberance, happiness that could barely be contained. You cupped his face and met your lips with his own. āSorry Iām late, I got held up by this hideous toad villain.ā Snuggling into him, you laid your head on his shoulder. āWhatāve you been up to?ā
āY/N,ā Heād replied, almost dropping his soba in his lap. It was unravelling now, but he refused to let reality sink in. He placed his bowl on the table, reaching to run his hand through your hair. āSweetheart,ā He felt his voice go hoarse. āIt was fine, nothing unusual.ā The urge he felt so deeply in his chest, egged him to speak the words he wished heād said that fateful day. āI love you.ā
You gazed up at him with your big e/c eyes, sparkling with your usual warmth. āI know.ā You chuckled softly, leaning into his chest. āI love you too.ā
And even though he knew it was a dream, he still basked in your presence, hoping you would grace him with more than this singular appearance tonight.
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ButterfliesĀ ā„Ā ā¼
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My DreamĀ ā¾ Ā Ā
in which izuku stops pursuing his hero career to make a life for the two of you. Yet, the boy was born to be one, and youāre starting to realize that he never should have had to make a choice between the two.
StargazingĀ ā¼
in which izuku and you stargaze, gazing up at the night sky whilst you bask in each otherās presence
HumanĀ ā¾
in which you finally open up to your boyfriend and admit to yourself that bottling things up will only cause more hurt.
SmartassĀ ā¼ ā„
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FlowersĀ Ā ā„Ā Ā ā¾
izuku pays you a visit after his first day as the official symbol of peace. Yet, it seems to be more bittersweet than most would anticipate.
D R A B B L E S
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Sucker For YouĀ ā¼
izukuās already late for work and youāre going to make him even laterā¦
H E A D C A N O N SĀ
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Shoto TodorokiĀ
O N E S H O T S / S C E N A R I O SĀ
PhilophobiaĀ Ā ā„Ā Ā ā¼
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3:15AMĀ ā„ ā¼
shoto has to catch his flight yet you have other plansā¦
You Did WellĀ ā¾
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Katsuki Bakugo
O N E S H O T S / S C E N A R I O S
CarouselĀ Ā ā¾
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Eijiro KirishimaĀ
D R A B B L E SĀ
Tell Me the TruthĀ ā¼ ā¾ ā„
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