#enji x reader

დ .*”Summary:You ask your husband/boyfriends/fiancé to step out so you can change and their reactions are to say... quite funny.

༒ღ༻Pairing:Shoto Todoroki ; f!reader x Enji Todoroki x f!reader ; Aizawa Shouta x f!reader ; Takami Keigo x f!reader

༺˚₊➳ Tags:Cute; Funny; Prank; irritation; MHA; Couple

࿔₊•＊*Word-count:8k?

*•̩̩͙✩˚A/N:Okay guys here’s part two! You ask and you shall receive or whatever. Anyways I’m half asleep already so you better enjoy cause I forced myself to stay awake. Yeahh enjoy babes xx

Shoto Todoroki — “You Want Me to Leave?”

You didn’t usually mess with Shoto.

Not because you couldn’t — he was your boyfriend, not a porcelain doll — but because he was usually the one leaving you flustered with his bluntness, quiet observations, and tendency to walk around shirtless after morning showers like it was no big deal.

But today? You were going to get him back.

The apartment was quiet, filled with soft sunlight. Shoto was sitting on the edge of the bed, one socked foot on the ground, the other resting across his knee as he scrolled through messages from the agency. His white-and-red hair was still slightly tousled from his post-shower routine, and the edge of a smile played at his lips as he absentmindedly read through the group chat he barely replied to.

You stood in front of the dresser, digging for comfy clothes, clad in just his oversized shirt and a pair of shorts that were hidden by the hem.

It was the perfect setup.

You turned, keeping your tone even. “Sho? Can you step out for a second? I’m gonna change.”

He didn’t even look up. “I don’t mind.”

You blinked. “I know, but I do. Just for now. Please?”

That got his attention.

His phone lowered slowly. His two-toned eyes flicked to your face, then down to your outfit, and back up again with clear confusion.

“…You want me to leave the room?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep a straight face. “Just while I change.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “But… I’ve seen you change a hundred times.”

You shrugged. “Still. I want privacy.”

There was a beat of silence.

Shoto blinked. Once.

Then again.

“…Are you mad at me?”

You had to fight every urge to not crack right then. “No! I just… want to change alone.”

Now he looked genuinely concerned. “Did I do something?”

“No. It’s not about you.”

“Then why—”

You sighed dramatically. “Sho, just please step out for a second.”

He stood slowly, frowning, clearly puzzled. “If you’re upset, I’d rather talk about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve never been shy before. You’ve literally sat on my lap while in nothing but a thong.”

“Well, maybe I changed.”

A beat.

“You’re lying.”

You froze, staring at him with mock offense. “What?”

He tilted his head just slightly, watching you like a puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’re messing with me.”

“I am not.”

“You are. Your eyes twitch when you lie.”

You smothered a laugh behind your hand.

“I knew it.” He stepped closer, arms crossed loosely. “You’re pulling something.”

“Damn it,” you muttered, grinning.

He smiled faintly, proud of himself for catching on. “You forget I live with you.”

“So you’re not going to fall for it?”

“I didn’t say that.” He raised an eyebrow, voice smooth. “I just want to know why you felt the need to prank me. I’ve been very good today.”

“You left wet towels on the bathroom floor.”

“…That was a strategic oversight.”

You giggled, but he stepped closer, tilting his head with curiosity.

“Was it payback for when I accidentally walked in on you last week?”

“You didn’t even flinch. You just said ‘nice’ and walked out.”

“It was nice,” he said, deadpan.

You laughed, cheeks heating.

He stopped in front of you now, arms resting gently on either side of your waist, his touch warm even through the shirt.

“You’re really cute when you lie,” he murmured. “But not very convincing.”

“I had you going for a second.”

“Two seconds. Maybe.”

His thumbs traced slow, absent-minded circles at your hips. “But… for the record…”

You looked up, caught off guard by the faint blush rising to his ears.

“If you ever did want me to leave… I’d probably just wait outside the door. Quietly. Staring at the floor.”

You blinked. “That’s… weirdly adorable.”

“I don’t like the idea of you hiding from me.”

“It wouldn’t be hiding.”

“It would feel like it.”

You softened. “Sho…”

“I know it’s stupid,” he added quickly, letting out a quiet breath. “But I like knowing I can be close to you. That you trust me. That you want me there.”

Your hand found his cheek gently, brushing his bangs aside.

“I do,” you said. “I always do.”

“Then don’t prank me again,” he mumbled, almost pouty now. “You looked serious. I thought I messed up.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I’m sorry.”

He hummed. “You can make it up to me.”

“Oh? How?”

He leaned down, his mouth brushing your ear.

“Let me help you change.”

Your face burned. “Shoto—!”

He smiled, just a little smug now. “What? It’s the least you can do.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fine. But I pick the music this time.”

He nodded, leading you toward the closet. “As long as it’s not the glitter song.”

“Sho—”

“No glitter song.”

Enji Todoroki — “You want me to… what?”

The hum of fire from the kitchen had faded.

That meant he’d finished dinner.

You stretched on the couch, glancing at the clock. It was already late, and Enji was sticking to his off-duty promise — no agency calls, no patrols, just one quiet evening together. He had cooked for you (like always), showered (like always), and now he was probably in the bedroom, folding towels unnecessarily (like always).

He was still Endeavor — sharp, structured, proud — but the man who lived in your home wasn’t the firestorm on TV. With you, he was quieter. Slower. Awkward, sometimes. Like he wasn’t used to being wanted for anything soft.

That’s why tonight felt like the perfect time to mess with him just a little.

You padded into the bedroom, towel slung around your shoulders, robe tight around your waist. He was at the edge of the bed, reading glasses pushed up on his nose, quietly browsing his tablet. Shirtless, of course — his skin still warm from the shower, hair damp and pushed back.

You stood by the closet, holding a change of clothes in your hand, pretending to look thoughtful.

“Hey, babe?”

His head tilted toward you, one thick brow lifting in silent acknowledgment. He didn’t speak — just waited. That’s how Enji was. No wasted words unless necessary.

“I’m gonna change now,” you said lightly, facing him, playing it casual. “Can you, um… step out for a sec?”

He blinked.

“…Why?”

There it was — the first crack. You bit back a smile.

“I just need to change,” you repeated, hiding your grin behind your voice. “Alone.”

He didn’t move. His jaw flexed, and you could see the gears turning in that sharp, structured brain of his. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but he was the type to assume he’d messed up.

A long silence. He stared at you, unreadable. And then, finally:

“I’ve seen you naked. Multiple times.”

You turned slightly away, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Yeah, but still. I don’t know. Could you just… wait outside for a minute?”

Now he looked genuinely puzzled. His frown deepened, not out of annoyance, but confusion — as if he were running the scenario through his brain and couldn’t find the logic in it.

“You’re uncomfortable changing in front of me now?” he asked slowly. “…Did something happen?”

You almost broke.

“No! I mean, nothing bad.” You waved your hand, trying to be breezy. “I just… feel like it. I don’t know.”

Enji’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, jaw flexing. You could see his brain working overtime. And it was adorable.

“…If I’ve done something to upset you,” he said, voice quieter, “you can tell me. You don’t have to—”

“Oh my god, Enji—no,” you interrupted quickly, walking over to put your hand on his arm. “I’m not upset. I swear. Just… could you step out for a sec?”

Now he was really confused. Like, genuinely stuck.

He looked at the door. Then back at you. Then at the bed. Then back at the closet.

“…You’re not… testing me, are you?” he asked, clearly suspicious now.

You laughed — you had to. “Testing you? What?”

“You’ve never asked me to leave before. I don’t understand.”

That was true. Enji was normally the one who’d politely look away or give you space — until the relationship deepened and boundaries blurred. But now that you were well past that stage, this sudden request threw him completely off balance.

He stepped back slightly. “If this is some kind of… relationship boundary reset, I’ll respect it. I just don’t—” He broke off again. “Are you mad at me?”

That did it. You absolutely couldn’t keep it together anymore. You burst into laughter, doubling over a bit, and Enji looked even more alarmed.

“I’m pranking you, you dummy!”

He blinked.

“You… what?”

“I’m pranking you,” you repeated through laughter. “It’s a trend — telling your husband to leave so you can change, even though it makes no sense. I wanted to see what you’d do.”

He just stared at you.

For a very long time.

“…You’re joking.”

“I just said it’s a prank!”

Enji exhaled, half-relieved and half-exasperated. “You’re playing games now?”

“I had to! You’re so serious all the time.” You grabbed his hand, eyes still sparkling. “You were about to spiral.”

“I was not about to spiral.”

“You were definitely spiraling. You thought I was mad at you!”

He grunted and looked away, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. You caught the faintest pink at the tops of his ears.

“…You caught me off guard,” he muttered. “That’s all.”

You grinned, still holding his hand. “You really thought I didn’t want you in the room anymore?”

“I wasn’t sure,” he admitted, eyes softening slightly. “You’ve never asked me that. It felt… abrupt.”

That was his way of saying it unsettled him. Which, okay, made you feel a tiny bit bad. But he also looked so flushed and confused that you couldn’t help but tease him more.

“Aww, poor flamey,” you said, bumping his hip. “Didn’t know what to do with himself.”

Enji gave you a flat look, but you saw the amused twitch in his mouth. You knew that look.

“I could’ve just taken my shirt off right in front of you and ended the prank,” he said casually.

You blinked. “You wouldn’t.”

He leaned a little closer.

“Wouldn’t I?”

Your stomach fluttered — which was not part of the plan. “Enji…”

“I’m still confused,” he continued smoothly. “But I think I know one way to get over it.”

You raised a brow. “Which is?”

“Take your shirt off and make it up to me.”

You stared at him.

He stared right back, face completely serious.

“…That’s not how pranks work, babe.”

He hummed. “You’ve pranked me. That means I win the next move.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re making that up.”

Enji took a slow step closer. “Am I?”

You backed up — just slightly — laughing. “Oh, you’re so full of it!”

“You said I’m too serious,” he said, voice low and amused. “Maybe I should start pranking you back.”

“You wouldn’t survive the chaos.”

“I think I’d manage.”

You watched him with warmth in your chest. He really was trying, even now — adapting to your energy, playing along, letting himself soften for you.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re confused, you know that?” you said softly, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.

He sighed, resting his forehead gently against yours. “I hate how much that worked on me.”

“You love it.”

“…Maybe.”

Silence fell again — but this time, it was warm, content. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into the heat of him. The earlier awkwardness had melted into something tender, familiar.

You buried your face into his chest.

“Still love me, even if I prank you sometimes?” you asked

He held you tighter.

“Always.”

Aizawa Shouta — “You Want Me to Leave? …Why?”

Living with Aizawa was kind of like living with a grumpy cat that secretly loved you.

He never said “I love you” first, never really smiled unless you were half asleep on his chest or struggling to button your coat in the morning. But he’d fix your collar for you, wordlessly. He’d bring coffee without asking. He’d drag himself out of bed at 3am just to warm up the house because you kicked off the blanket in your sleep and now your toes were cold.

Subtle. Careful. Quiet.

So naturally… he was the perfect target for a harmless little prank.

You were in the bedroom, fresh out of the shower in your robe, rifling through the dresser for clean clothes while Aizawa sat on the bed reading some training reports for his class. His hair was loose — his “I’m off the clock, don’t ask me to move” look — and his posture was relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand resting absently on his thigh.

Perfect.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, babe?”

He didn’t look up. “Hm?”

“…Can you leave the room for a sec? I’m gonna change.”

There was a pause.

He turned a page, deadpan. “Why?”

You shrugged casually, not looking at him. “Just want to change in private.”

His face was deadpan.

“…We’re married,” he said slowly.

You held back your grin. “Still.”

Another long pause. He blinked once.

“You’re shy now?”

You shrugged. “Just not feeling it right now.”

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, clearly trying to process the situation.

“We’ve literally showered together.”

You spun around with mock-seriousness. “Shouta.”

“Yes?”

“Could you please leave?” you asked with dramatic politeness.

He looked up now, slowly.

“…Are we fighting?”

You held back a grin. “Nope.”

“Did I do something?”

“Not that I can think of.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he closed the file in his lap.

“I’ve seen you change a hundred times. You’ve changed in front of me without realizing it.”

You gave a shrug and didn’t meet his eyes. “I just want to be alone while I do it this time.”

The silence stretched.

“…Did Hizashi put you up to this?”

Your lips twitched. “No.”

“Do I need to remind you,” he said, voice low and dry, “that I’ve stitched you into your hero costume while you were half-naked in lingerie because we were late to patrol because of how hard of sex we had the night before?”

You snorted.

“I’ve bandaged your ribs. Rubbed medicine on your back. You fall asleep next to me without undergarments.”

“This is a prank.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re lying.” He didn’t even blink. “I’ve interrogated villains more convincing than this.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

Aizawa stood, stretching with a quiet sigh. “Alright, fine.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I’ll go.”

Now you were thrown. “Seriously?”

He strolled toward the door. “If you’re gonna play games, I’ll go nap on the couch. Let me know when the dramatics are over.”

“No! Wait—Shouta!”

You caught his sleeve as he passed and burst out laughing, tugging him back.

He didn’t resist, but his unimpressed look spoke volumes.

“You’re the worst liar alive,” he said. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually get up!”

“You pushed it too far.” He raised a brow. “Telling me to leave our room. Like I’m some random guy you barely tolerate.”

You grinned. “You tolerate me.”

“I more than tolerate you,” he muttered under his breath.

You paused.

“…What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You leaned into him. “Say it again.”

He exhaled sharply. “You heard me.”

“No, I need you to say it like you mean it.”

He deadpanned, “You’re annoying.”

You kissed his cheek. “I know. But you love it.”

He grunted, grabbing your waist and pulling you in lazily. “You’re lucky I like difficult women.”

“I thought you didn’t like anyone?”

“You’re the exception.”

Your heart skipped a little at the easy way he said it — so casually, so Aizawa.

You looked up at him and grinned. “So you weren’t mad?”

“I wasn’t mad. I was considering revenge.”

“Revenge?!”

“Hm.” He tugged your robe loose at the collar with a finger. “Something along the lines of making sure you ask me to leave next time. Loudly. Desperately.”

Your breath hitched. “Shouta.”

He shrugged, eyes half-lidded. “You started it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.”

“You play dirty.”

“You like it.”

Damn him.

You turned away quickly, trying to hide your smile — but he reached past you for your clothes from the dresser.

“I’ve seen you wear this shirt three days in a row.”

“It’s comfy.”

“It’s mine.”

You smirked. “So? I like it.”

He handed it to you. “Then keep it.”

You blinked. “What?”

He met your eyes. “It’s yours. You wear it more than I do anyway.”

A pause.

“…You’re giving me your favorite shirt?”

“It’s just a shirt.”

“To you that’s practically a marriage proposal.”

He rolled his eyes but stepped closer, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want a real one?”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I’m kidding,” he said flatly — but the flicker in his gaze said maybe he wasn’t.

Your breath caught. “Say it again.”

“No.”

“Shouta—”

“Don’t prank me again,” he muttered. “You’ll give me a complex.”

You grinned, heart fluttering.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Deal.”

Keigo Takami — “You want me to leave? Excuse you?”

Living with Hawks was… exhausting. In a good way.

He was a human golden retriever with wings — constantly hovering, teasing, touching, kissing. If he wasn’t flying off for hero work, he was lounging around shirtless, plucking feathers from his wings with a grin and flicking them at you like darts. He was affectionate to a fault, smug on a normal day, and just a little too proud of himself when he made you flustered.

A thought sparked in your head, mischievous and immediate. You glanced at Keigo, who was distracted checking his phone — probably looking at memes or celebrity hero gossip. Now was your moment.

He was lounging on your shared bed when you stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, towel slung around your shoulders, and robe pulled tight. You padded over to the closet, pretending not to notice the way his eyes followed your every move.

His wings twitched lazily behind him.

“You’re lucky I’m tired,” he mumbled, “or I’d be over there helping you out of that robe.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re always tired.”

“Yeah, but I’m never too tired for you, baby.”

“Mmhm. Can you do me a favor, actually?”

“Anything,” he said, spreading his arms dramatically. “Want me to fly to the moon? Steal Endeavor’s stash of instant ramen? Fight crime shirtless?”

You snorted. “No, just… can you leave the room for a minute?”

His smile froze. “…What?”

“I’m gonna change.”

The silence was immediate.

His brows rose, golden eyes blinking in confusion. “You… want me to leave? So you can change?”

“Yeah.”

You were biting the inside of your cheek now, doing everything in your power not to lose it.

His wings twitched. “You want me… the man you have licked frosting off of his goddamned dick, to leave. So you can change.”

“…Babe.”

You looked at him innocently.

He sat up slowly. “Is this a test? Did I miss a date? Did I say something dumb while I was half-asleep again?”

“Nope.”

“You’re… actually kicking me out of the room?” His wings flared slightly. “Do you have a secret boyfriend you’re changing for? Is that it? Did a villian put you up to this?!”

You cracked. A laugh bubbled out before you could stop it, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

Keigo stared at you like you had just told him he was being drafted into the military. He pointed to the couch. “This couch. That I bought. In the apartment where I pay the rent. Where we sleep next to each other. Naked, might I add.”

Keigo threw his head back and groaned, pacing away from you like he was physically in pain.

"This is a test," he muttered. "You're testing me.

You're trying to kill me. Oh my god."

You turned away just enough to grab your shirt from the basket and hold it to your chest.

"Could you? Just for a sec?"

He froze. "You're serious."

You shrugged.

Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of you with one hand over his heart and the other stretched dramatically into the air.

"Oh, cruel temptress!" he wailed. "You wound me!"

You lost it. Burst out laughing, hiding your face in the clean laundry pile.

"I've been exiled," he continued, standing up and spinning in a circle like a tragic Broadway character. "Banished from the bedroom I so lovingly vacuumed crumbs out of last night.

Tossed aside like a common pervert."

"Kei-stop-" you gasped between laughs.

"No! I'll go!" he declared, already walking backwards toward the hallway with his wings flaring slightly. "'ll stand outside the door like a chaste fool and wait for the sound of a zipper like some kind of shameful husband-in-waiting”

"We're not married," you reminded him, still giggling.

"Oh, but I could be!" he shouted, dramatically flopping onto the bed behind you. "If only I hadn't betrayed your trust by looking at you!"

He peeked up at you from the covers, grinning.

You snorted and tossed a balled-up sock at him.

"You're such a menace."

"Admit it," he said, voice low and cocky now. "You wanted me to react like this."

“Ah-ha.” He pointed at you, grinning. “There it is. You’re messing with me.”

“I almost had you.”

“You had me worried we were breaking up!”

You rolled your eyes, walking over and pushing his shoulder gently. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I am dramatic. But only when I care.” He caught your wrist, tugging you gently between his legs. “You can’t just say stuff like that. You change in front of me all the time. You literally walked around naked last week with your ass-cheeks hanging out while eating ice cream. You said clothes were a ‘societal burden.’”

You rolled your eyes. “You are the worst.”

“Correction,” he said, walking over and kissing your forehead with zero warning. “I’m the worst best husband.”

He wasn’t your husband — yet. But he loved using the title, and you never had the heart to stop him.

He stepped closer. “The room where I’ve seen you change so many times I could recite a time-lapse of your entire wardrobe evolution.”

You cleared your throat, still playing it cool. “Yes.”

You gave him a wide-eyed, innocent smile. “Exactly.”

You smirked. “I wanted to see how fast you’d crumble.”

Keigo leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “Joke’s on you. I always crumble for you.”

That actually got you a little flustered. He smirked, clearly noticing.

You tugged on your clean shirt and turned to him, arms crossed. “Alright, drama king. You can stay.”

He rolled over to you in half a second, pulling you into his lap. “Only because I passed the test, right?”

“You absolutely failed the test,” you laughed.

“Nah. I redefined the test,” he said smugly. “And then I got extra credit.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away from him. His hands were warm on your waist, and he kissed the side of your neck gently — less playful now, more genuine.

“I like watching you change,” he murmured. “Not just because you’re hot — which, duh — but because it reminds me I get to see all the parts of you nobody else does.”

Your heart fluttered a little at that. He could be bold and ridiculous, sure — but this was Keigo at his most real.

“I didn’t mean to mess with you too hard,” you said softly.

He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Mess with me all you want, baby bird. I can take it.”

“…Husband,” you teased quietly, nudging his chest.

His whole body stilled for a second — and then a smirk broke across his lips.

His hips never stopped their relentless rhythm, his thick, hard length slamming into your dripping pussy, his movements shook the bed beneath you both.

His large hand slid from your soft breast to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you against the bed, making you to take his tongue completely, the relentless touch of his lips against yours. "I could kiss you like this for hours", he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the soft sting with a sensual swipe of his tongue. "Could feast on the sweetness of your mouth, could drink down every last drop of your pleasure until there's nothing left to give"

He murmured almost sweetly. And you knew he wasn't lying, not when he looked at you so sweetly and made you feel so special beneath him.

Other Mother.

Enji Todoroki X Little Sister! Reader

A/N: this is a little more fucked up than what i usually write, with a lot more angst and feelings. i hope you enjoy! reblogs + comments are always appreciated :)

Tags: child abuse, canon typical violence, incest (brother-sister), age gap (50s-30s), rape/non-con, domestic abuse, angst, plot heavy, eventual smut, p in v, breeding, mentions of csa/cocsa, not proofread

Wordcount: 4.8k

Under the Mistletoe with Heroes

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

A soft rustle makes you look up to see a small sprig of mistletoe taped there by a mischievous student. He freezes, his skeletal frame going ramrod straight. A blush climbs from his neck to the tips of his ears, rivaling the color of his signature suit.

"Ah! Young [Reader’s Name]! It seems we've... uh... found ourselves in a bit of a traditional predicament!"

He lets out a nervous, booming laugh that quickly dissolves into a cough. He is a gentleman through and through. Flustered but resolved to honor the "rule", he places a large, gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Ahem. Well, a tradition is a tradition!" He bends down and presses a soft, chaste, and incredibly warm kiss to your cheek. It lasts only a second, but his lips are surprisingly soft. He immediately steps back, rubbing the back of his neck.

"There! Now, uh, no bad luck for the holidays!" He spends the next hour being uncharacteristically flustered, dropping papers and knocking over his tea. Later, you find a beautifully wrapped Christmas present on your desk with an anonymous note that is very clearly in his distinctive handwriting.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It's late in the empty classroom. That's when you see it—a single piece of mistletoe, dangling from the lampshade. He stops, follows your gaze, and his eyes narrow into a deadpan stare.

"...Problem Children."

A long, weary sigh escapes him. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "This is illogical, a waste of time, and undoubtedly the doing of Class 1-A." He says this all in his usual monotone, but there's the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks, barely visible in the dim light.

He looks at you, then at the mistletoe, then back at you with a tired resolve. "The fastest way to end this nonsense is to comply." In one fluid motion, he leans in, his capture scarf brushing your arm. He places a quick, dry, but not unkind kiss directly on your lips. It's over in a blink, practical and efficient.

He immediately turns and walks toward the door, wrapping his scarf tighter. "Go home. It's late." But as you're packing, you hear his low grumble from the hallway: "...Merry Christmas."

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

It happens during the school's Christmas party, right by the refreshment table. He's in full festive mode, glitter in his hair and a light-up reindeer sweater. He's telling you an animated story, hands flying, and backs you both directly under a strategically placed bunch of mistletoe. He notices first, his narration cutting off with a dramatic gasp.

His eyes widen behind his sunglasses, and a huge, sparkling grin splits his face. "WELL, WELL, WELL! Look what the Spirit of Christmas dragged in, little listener!" He points excitedly at the ceiling, his voice dropping to a theatrical, radio-announcer whisper. "Seems the holiday magic has caught us in its festive web! YEAH!"

He strikes a pose, one hand on his hip. "A DJ always respects the classics!" He takes your hand with a flourish. Instead of a simple peck, he dips you low in a smooth, dramatic motion, earning a few whistles from nearby students. The kiss he plants on your lips is enthusiastic, sweet, and accompanied by a playful "Mwah!" sound effect.

He rights you with a laugh, his face flushed with joy. "HO HO HO! Consider your holiday season officially MERRY!" For the rest of the party, he makes exaggerated winks in your direction and dedicates the next slow song on his playlist to you. The next day, you receive a custom-made holiday playlist from him titled "Mistletoe Memories," and he somehow "accidentally" coordinates his radio show guest list with your free periods for the next week.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

It’s less of an accident and more of a carefully orchestrated "happy little coincidence." You’re on a shared rooftop for a post-mission debrief when a single, perfect red feather drifts down from above, gently brushing your cheek before floating up to point at a sprig of mistletoe now hanging from a nearby antenna. He’s already standing casually beneath it, a lazy, knowing grin on his face.

"Oops," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Looks like some holiday debris got caught in my feathers."

He tilts his head, his golden eyes crinkling with amusement. "You know the rules, right? Can't ignore tradition. Bad luck for our next mission efficiency ratings." He says it like it's a joke, but there's a focused, playful intensity in his gaze. He's already closed the comfortable distance between you, his wings subtly curving to create a sense of privacy on the open roof.

He’s smooth. One hand comes up to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek. The kiss itself is feather-light at first, teasing and sweet, full of his charismatic charm. But if you lean into it even a little, it deepens into something warmer, more genuine, and surprisingly soft, lasting just long enough to leave you a bit breathless before he pulls back with a soft, pleased hum.

He winks, stepping back and letting his wings stretch. "Phew! Luck restored." He acts like it was just a bit of fun, but later, a gourmet chicken dinner from a high-end restaurant gets delivered to your doorstep with a note that just says, "For my favorite bird-watcher. -K."

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

You're delivering a report, and he's striding out of his office, both of you focused and serious. You collide with the solid wall of his chest under a doorway. Before either of you can utter a professional apology, a junior sidekick squeaks, "S-Sir! The mistletoe!" You look up. There it is, a small, defiant sprig someone had taped up as a dare. The sidekick pales and flees.

He stares at the mistletoe as if it's a villain requiring a tactical takedown. His brow furrows deeply, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. A flush, not from fire but from pure, unadulterated awkwardness, creeps up his neck. He grunts, a low, rumbling sound of exasperation.

"...This is frivolous."

He lets out a sharp sigh through his nose, a small puff of steam escaping in his agitation. Muttering, "To avoid further... disruption," he bends down stiffly. The kiss is a brief, firm press of his lips against yours—unsmiling, efficient, and surprisingly warm (a natural side effect of his Quirk). It's over in a second, and he immediately straightens up, adjusting his collar as if it's a piece of battle gear.

He clears his throat loudly. "The report. On my desk. Now." He marches back into his office, but leaves the door open behind him—an unspoken command for you to follow. For the next hour, he is even more brusque than usual, but you notice he doesn't correct you once.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

He's laughing, holding a massive platter of yakitori, gesturing for you to come try some. As you weave through the crowd toward him, he steps forward to meet you and boops—you're both directly under a huge, glittering kiss-ball.

His cheerful grin turns into a moment of wide-eyed, genuine surprise. Then, a deep, jolly laugh booms from his chest. "HAHA! Would you look at that! The holiday spirit's got us cornered, partner!" He doesn't look embarrassed at all, just delighted by the festive turn of events. He sets the platter down on a nearby table with a thud, his full, friendly attention on you.

He places his large, warm hands on your shoulders, his touch incredibly gentle despite his size. "C'mere! Don't want any bad luck for the new year!" He bends down, his smile softening. The kiss is hearty and sweet—like him. It's a firm, affectionate smack on the lips, full of cheerful warmth and the faint, friendly taste of the barbecue sauce he was just eating. It feels like being hugged by sunshine.

He pulls back, beaming, and gives your shoulders a friendly squeeze. "NOW the party's really started! Get over here and have some gyoza, you've earned it!"

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

It's in a training gym after hours. She's just finished pulverizing a series of high-density targets, and you're there doing cool-down stretches. She hops down from a high bar, landing directly in front of you with a heavy thud. As she straightens up, a piece of mistletoe—knocked loose from the rafters by her impact—flutters down and lands perfectly on top of her head, caught between her long, white ears. She freezes, one ear twitching to flick it off, but it just settles more securely. She looks at you, then at the ceiling, then back at you with a sharp, challenging grin.

"Hah! Looks like the universe wants a piece of me," she barks, planting her fists on her hips. She doesn't step back; if anything, she leans in, her crimson eyes gleaming with competitive fire.

"Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna follow through? I don't half-ass anything, especially not traditions."

She doesn't wait; she closes the gap, one hand coming up to grip your chin firmly but not roughly. The kiss is assertive, energetic, and surprisingly skilled. It's less about romance and more about a challenge met and conquered. There's a faint taste of her protein drink and sheer, unadulterated victory.

She pulls back with a satisfied "Heh!" and plucks the mistletoe from her ear, tossing it over her shoulder. "Not bad. Could use more intensity, though." She saunters off toward the showers, but calls over her shoulder, "Hey! You're spotting my leg press routine tomorrow! Don't be late!"

Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca)

Hero Gala. You are his designated liaison for the evening, guiding him through the crowd to mitigate his intimidating presence. While navigating near the grand staircase, you both pause to let a group pass. He leans down slightly to hear you over the orchestra, and that's when you both see it: an elaborate, tasteful mistletoe arrangement hanging from the bottom of the staircase's ornate bannister. A hush falls over the immediate, well-dressed crowd.

A low, rumbling groan emanates from deep in his chest—a sound of profound social discomfort. His sharp teeth are bared in what everyone else would mistake for a threat display, but you recognize as severe embarrassment. His large, dark eyes dart from the mistletoe to you, then to the staring crowd. He straightens to his full, imposing height, his tailored suit straining.

"...This is... an unfortunate spectacle," he grumbles.

He understands the pressure of public expectation all too well. With a resigned sigh, he bends his great head. He is painfully gentle. He places a careful, closed-mouth kiss on your forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender and formal. The coarse texture of his skin brushes lightly against you, and you can feel the restrained power in his stillness.

He immediately turns his glare on the gathered onlookers, who quickly scatter. "The event is this way," he states, gesturing forward with a sharp claw, his tone all business again. For the rest of the night, he positions himself subtly between you and the most curious guests.

Tsunagu Hakamata (Best Jeanist)

He is meticulously adjusting the drape of a new costume prototype on a mannequin, and you are handing him pins. As you both reach for the same pin cushion on a shelf, your hands brush. A soft snick sound is heard. You look up. A single, perfect strand of denim fiber, woven into the shape of a minimalist mistletoe sprig, has been threaded through the ceiling fixture directly above you. He must have subconsciously manipulated his fibers while focused.

He goes perfectly still, his critical eyes shifting from the mannequin to the fiber-art above, then to you. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts his cheeks beneath his high collar.

"A... Freudian slip of the threads," he says, his voice calm but laced with a rare hint of self-reproach. "How unkempt of me."

He believes in doing things properly. With a precise, elegant motion, he removes one of his gloves. He gently tilts your chin up with his bare fingers, his touch cool and sure. The kiss is deliberate, composed, and flawlessly executed, neither too brief nor too long. It's smooth, cool, and tastes faintly of mint. It feels like being the center of a perfectly arranged piece of art.

He steps back, replacing his glove and smoothing down his already immaculate jacket. "We have diverged from the task at hand. The inseam on this prototype requires attention." He returns to his work, but his movements are even more precise, if possible.

Before his injuries, sex between the two of you was rough and frantic. He loved being in control, roughly maneuvering your body, groping until you’re bruised, hearing the sounds you make when he thrusts into you hard and fast, your smaller body pinned helplessly and being forced to take him until he’s sated. Enji always did all the work, completely in control, just the way he likes it.

Suddenly… that isn’t an option. His healing burns leave him… fragile… his injured legs can’t even move… and the ghost of his arm doesn’t do quite as much groping as it used to. Despite his grizzled state, his young lover is just as needy and cock-hungry as ever. He doesn’t want you on top. It’s humiliating. A representation of just how helpless he’s become. Still, the way you ask makes his teeth grit. Those big eyes and sweet voice. After months of healing, he’s not going to say no. Not when he misses pounding that little cunt so damn much.

So, to satisfy your insatiable appetites, he reluctantly allows you to ride him for the very VERY first time…

and you’re awful.

It’s torture, your babbling whiny apologies, your clumsy movements, the way you’re incapable of maintaining a consistent pace for more than a few seconds. You hump his cock like a dog, no skill, no precision, just needy whines and squirmy hips. Still, the worst part isn’t your subpar performance… it’s how damn GOOD you feel.

Your pussy, after months of neglect, squeezes like a vice. Your cunt, after being empty for so long, has grown far too tight. All he wants is to take you. To guide your hips, to thrust up into you, to pick you up and flip you over and fuck that cunt ‘till it gapes.

Every time you collapse against his chest, too worn out to continue, his still-hard cock twitching inside of you, your soft little whines and sweet little apologies… all he wants is to lift you like a flesh-light and punish that sleepy little snatch for being so damn incompetent.

Yet, despite every frustrating, torturous fuck, he never denies when you ask to do it again. That sweet keening, the way you drool like an idiot as you try so hard to make him cum, the way you collapse against his chest, tightening around him when you finally manage to get yourself off, and apologizing incoherently when you finish too soon…

When his burns have healed, when he’s finished physical therapy, when he’s recovered enough to wear a prosthetic, things might go back to normal. Until then, he’s content being your personal dildo.

Tw! Abuse, spoilers,

Gender and age of reader is not stated, but is stated to be younger than Shoto. Reader has a hydro/water quirk

Platonic

Enji - Endeavor

After creating the child with the perfect quirk, Shoto, he was instant on trying again just in case Shoto failed

So they had a child, you

Enji was eagerly waiting for your quirk to develop

He had such a vision in mind that you’d be perfect, just like Shoto

When your quirk got revealed. He was filled with a wave of disappointment

A water quirk? He at least wanted a fire quirk

After that, you were passed onto your mother, Rei’s care until her accident

Rei

Rei did not want another child. Not after how she saw Enji treat Shoto. How obsessed he got with power, but she had you anyways

You were no doubtably her favorite. So full of innocence and warmth in a traumatic household

When she found out that you had a quirk that wasn’t fire, she was filled with a wave of relief. You would be safe from brutal training Toya and Shoto experienced

Overtime, her mental health started to decline but she kept on going for you and your siblings when unfortunately, she burned Shoto with boiling hot water, leaving him with a nasty scar

She was admitted into a mental hospital

Since you were so little, you could barely remember her. Just small things like how she hugged you, how she smelled, how she did her hair and makeup in the morning. The small things

Toya (Dabi)

You were kept away from Toya your entire infancy

After Toya had attacked Shoto when he was a baby, Rei and Enji refused to take any chances

Toya kept his distance anyways. He had no interest in another child being Enji’s “Perfect specimen”

But as you got old enough to develop your quirk, he started to bond with you due to the differences between you two and the other siblings

Fire and Water in a family full of ice

After Rei’s accident, he stayed close to you, worried that something would happen to you

When he ran away, he made sure to leave you with everything that you’d need if Enji decided to turn on you

Then you were passed onto Fuyumi

Fuyumi

Now Fuyumi was your main caretaker. Enji was focused on abusing Shoto to the bone, Rei was at the mental hospital, Toya had “died”, Natsuo and Shoto were too young to take care of you

She was always so gentle with you, but her heart would break a little whenever you asked where mommy went and why was she gone

She taught you how to control your quirk so that your quirk didn’t cause harm

She went to every school event, every PTA meeting, every sport or fine arts event you did

She was balancing her schooling, taking care of you, your siblings and the house

It was a lot but she would do it over and over again

Natsuo

He was the fun one, the one that encouraged you to play with your food, make messes, sneak out at night

You know, be a kid when others can’t

He was the one that dragged you out of the house to have fun, to distract you from Shoto’s cries of pain

He kept you away from Enji

He played sports with you to help you practice, he listened to your music/lines, very supportive

During med school, he’d always come back home to give Fuyumi a break and check in on you and Shoto

He’d always listen to you, no matter how exhausted he was. To make up for not listening to Toya when he needed it

The only minors were you and Shoto

Shoto

Shoto wasn’t too close to you while he was in his “training”

When he was younger, he adored you. Always wanting to hold you, feed you, be the best older brother he could be like All Might would’ve been proud of

You’d be the civilian he’d save when he played hero since you’d be small enough for him to pick up

During Enji’s abuse, he tried to keep you away as far as possible. Not because he hated you but the exact opposite. He wanted to keep you safe

When he got into UA, he tried to forge a bond with you again like he used to when you two were children

warnings: idk, maybe slightly suggestive? pretty tame, might do an nsfw edition.

a/n: aka me going off on a tangent on men who are in suits. like there's just something about them that gets me going.

the cuffs.

snapping his arm up to fix the cuffs of his sleeves, especially if he does it to check the time on his watch. he flicks his wrist so fast that you often miss it. or when he takes off the cuff pins in order to roll the sleeves up to his elbows when things start to get serious.

the tie.

there's something about how he goes to grab his tie and adjust it a bit, not necessarily loosening it or taking it off, just touching it or slightly moving it around. this is often paired up with his adam's apple bobbing up and down instinctively.

you often notice that he goes for his tie subconsciously when he's talking to you, in a staff meeting or working on his computer, pausing for a moment to readjust it before going back to the email he was typing up.

the suit harness.

he doesn't wear if often but if you or anyone else are in his vicinity at the right time, you'll be able to get a quick glimpse of the suit harness that wraps around his shoulder as he pulls and readjusts the lapels of the suit jacket in order for it to sit perfectly on his broad shoulders. the action is done so quickly that it's there and gone as it mmediately gets covered.

buttons.

it's a common occurrence for him to unbutton the first button of his shirt if he's going overtime. he'll unbutton the second if he's very stressed. his collarbone and what alludes to a well defined chest can only be seen if he loosens his shirt to the second button.

his suit straining.

the front of his pants is always straining when he puts his hands in the pockets, the fabric stretching to accommodate how big they are (especially when he clenches his hands into fists). if he's leaning against his desk, it's less prominent in that area, but his thighs make up for it.

it also often hugs his ass really well when he has to bend down to tie his shoes or is leaning down to get a better view of whatever his colleague is trying to show him on their computer.

when he has his elbows on the table, hands clasped together, the sleeves are a second skin to his bulging forearms. it does little to hide what his build looks like. this is especially true on days where he works upper body; the dress shirt is barely being held on. the shirt is being stretched out so much that there are gaps between the buttons and if you're lucky enough, you'll be able to get peaks of his skin from underneath.

the suit jacket.

when he's networking and talking to a group of young guys who are just starting out at his company, he stands there shoulder width apart, one hand in a pocket while the other is holding his suit jacket that he threw over his shoulder.

or when he is wearing the jacket, but its only on his shoulders and his arms are not in the sleeves. you often wonder how he manages to get it to stay but you're not questioning it when it looks so good on him like that.

his shoes.

at any social gatherings that you attend with him, your legs are neatly crossed at the ankle and you feel the cool leather point of perfectly shined derby shoe trail up the length of your shin. you already know its him sitting beside you without turning to look at him in your seat. it's nothing sexual, just him watching you socialize while he sips from his champagne glass with all the ease in the world.

pairing: toshinori yagi / all might x gn!reader x enji todoroki / endeavour

tags: jealousy (most enji), public love triangle, hero!reader (less popular/known), posessive!enji, open ending

all might and endeavour have been rivals in the public eye for a while now! as the number one and two heroes in japan, all eyes were on them and they were constantly compared with one another!

and while all might took this more lightly, endeavour hated it! he hated being second to all might! and he hated how much attention you were paying to all might…

both men had a crush on you, a fellow hero working alongside them. you weren't nearly as popular as they were, yet neither of them cared about that! they only cared about you

but thanks to their crush on you, you were constantly involved in missions for the top heroes of japan or were invited to hero gala's that only the top of the top would get to attend!

in all might's case, he wants you around him, since he feels much more comfortable at such event, when you are around! he doesn't like all the attention on him, so he'd rather spend his time with you

as for endeavour, he wants you around to show you off! he wants people to get the wrong idea and think you two are dating! and he wants to spend every free second he can with you!

of course, those wishes conflict with one another! both men want to be with you, yet only one of them can!

while all might would prefer to keep things civil between him and endeavour, enji is much more confrontational! he'll start a fight with all might over you, no hesitation!

it doesn't take long for others to catch onto what's going on! and especially the press is quite interested in this love triangle between the two top heroes in japan…