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Todoroki Shouto | Say Cheese

Midoriya nearly winced as he watched his friend stab into his steak a little too harshly to be considered normal.

“Everything alright, Todoroki?”

This time, he actually winced when the icy-hot hero’s eyes flickered up to meet his own with a dirty glare.

“Right. Stupid question.”

Shouto merely grunted. Izuku sighed.

He had hoped taking Todoroki to his favorite restaurant would lift his spirits a bit after recent events. However, Midoriya should’ve known better when Todoroki got the steak instead of soba.

The green hero grimaced when he plunged the fork into the filet.

Izuku carefully chose his next words.

“You know…this doesn’t mean you’re out of the game.”

“Easy for you to say. Your soulmate didn’t ‘curve your ass like a grade’,” Shouto sourly huffed.

Izuku placed his hands against his mouth in a prayer like fashion in an attempt to hide his laugh.

What happened between you and Shouto had been a…surprise to everyone.

During a mission that required help from international heroes, Shouto had found you. His soulmate. One look at your matching birthmark and he was quick to approach you.

You two hit it off right away.

Your hero agency was only needed for a week, but Shouto had taken every opportunity he could to know you. From the way your nose twitched when you got annoyed to the silent flutter of your lashes when he softly kissed the skin beneath your collarbone. The moment he saw your smile, he adored all that was you.

The icy-hot hero had always been a bit skeptical over the concept of soulmates, yet he was ready to share his life with someone he hadn’t believed existed all but seven days ago.

When you left Japan, it was difficult.

However, you two kept in constant contact. Despite the time differences and the unconventional schedules that came with being a hero, you made it work.

Facetime calls were a must. Shouto wanted—needed—to see your face at least once a day. Whether it was to say a quick good morning or to end the night with heavy rants about hero politics, he wanted it. Even if it was just to observe you get ready for work, he’d quietly take in your beauty. He won’t admit to his secret album of screenshots.

If he couldn’t call you, he texted. Sometimes it’d be long conversations centered over food. Other times, it’d be random pics of things that reminded you of each other. He especially liked the ones he’d get late at night where the clothes you wore left little to the imagination and he’d quickly lock his office door so he could visually discover what was left behind the tiny strip of underwear.

The first “I love you’s” were exchanged over the phone and, afterwards, Todoroki had stared at your picture on his screensaver for half an hour.

Six months went by of calls, texts, pictures, and grandiose anniversary gifts, before you were able to meet again due to another mission.

When he offered to pick you up, you oddly declined. Shouto hadn’t thought anything of it.

When you finally met, you curved him.

At least, that’s how Bakugo put it.

He hugged you, you were stiff. He tried to kiss you, he caught your cheek instead. And for the rest of the day, you actively avoided him. He immediately confronted you about it and you said you were tired. That’s how you played it off for the last few days.

At first, Shouto was outright depressed. Then he was angry for a day. Now he was just bitter.

Everything was perfectly fine up until your arrival. Did he do something wrong? Were you two fighting? He didn’t understand it and it was driving him crazy thinking about it.

Izuku watched with concern as Shouto coldly rubbed the mark on his shoulder. He sighed as the temperature of the room seemed to drop.

“Don’t forget that you’re meant to be together, Todoroki. Just talk to them,” he reminded.

“How?”

“Remember how Momo’s having that pool party tomorrow?”

“Yeah…”

[Next Day]

“So, you gonna ignore your soulmate today too?” your friend, Jax, nonchalantly asked as he gathered silverware.

You miserably sighed and put your head in your hands.

“I’m the biggest dick of the century.”

“No kidding.”

“Now, now,” Momo softly chided. “You said so yourself. You were overwhelmed.”

Ochako, who stacked the food cartons, nodded in agreement. “You met your soulmate for a week and had to continue 99% of the relationship over long-distance. I can understand why you’d be scared to physically meet Todoroki again. It’s different. Especially after how serious you two got.”

“Still doesn’t abstract from your lack of communication skills,” Kai reminded. “You hurt the poor man’s feelings.”

Iida nodded. “Todoroki is…confused to say the least.”

You nervously looked up at them. “Be honest. How mad is he?”

Your friends remembered how Bakugo and Kaminari’s teasing made the usually mild-tempered hero burst into angry flames.

They looked to each other before collectively staring at you in silence.

You dramatically groaned.

“It’s not like I don’t like him anymore. I love him. I do. It’s just…I was nervous! When I saw him, I panicked!”

Unbeknownst to you, the kitchen door opened.

Iida motioned behind you. “L/N, I believe there is—”

“Shh, they’re having a moment,” Ochako quieted, oblivious.

“He’s just such a beautiful person. He’s so kind and thoughtful and he has so much good to offer the world. It blows my mind that someone like him exists. For me. It’s so easy to be my best self behind a screen. I’m just afraid he won’t like what he sees in real life…”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

The soft sound of your soulmate’s voice made you freeze. You slowly turned to see him stare at you with an unreadable expression.

“We’ll be outside,” Jax said before your friends filed out.

You gulped beneath the intensity of Todoroki’s stare. Not only were you embarrassed, but you were hyperaware that you were in a swimsuit. It didn’t help your nerves as you took in his well-defined muscles and the happy trail disappearing underneath his shorts.

Why does he have to be so damn fine?

Todoroki’s thoughts weren’t far behind yours as he took in your physique, but he had things to address.

“Y/N, sweetheart, please talk to me.”

“Shouto,” your fear was clear in your whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He moved closer to you and you both felt the warmth from your birthmark when his hands found solace on your hips.

“You know I love you, right? Everything about you.”

“Everything I let you see,” you gently corrected, eyes to the ground.

The shame and insecurity in your chest made your eyes burn, but you couldn’t blink the tears away before Todoroki tilted your chin to meet your gaze.

“Then, show me the rest, Y/N,” he said, voice deep and genuine. You gasped as he kissed your birthmark. “I want the good and the bad. I want you. All of you, my love.”

You closed your eyes and sighed into his embrace, letting yourself finally feel his physical presence. It was like his words melted away your doubts.

He wanted you.

Why were you trying to convince yourself otherwise?

“Okay,” you whispered, laughing through your nose.

The red and white hero pulled away to soak in your features before diving in to capture your lips. It had been six months. Six full months since you two had tasted the other and damn if it wasn’t worth the wait.

With each passing kiss, he seemed to sink deeper into you. Soon enough, you didn’t know where your mouths started or ended. All you concentrated on was how his tongue massaged your own as his hands tried to memorize every curve of your body.

Todoroki impatiently groaned as he attached his lips to the sweet spot on your neck.

“Oh! Shouto wait—”

“I meant it when I said I want you,” he growled before his hands traveled downwards and squeezed your ass.

As soon as your alarm clock goes off, your feet hit the floor of your bedroom. It’s your first day at UA high and you couldn’t be more excited. After getting dressed, you head to the kitchen for the most important meal of the day. Your Dad, Mirari Sasaki (also known as Pro Hero Nighteye) has left a sticky note on the fridge:

Went to the agency early. Breakfast and lunch are in the fridge.

P.s: Which is faster, hot or cold?

Hot, because you can catch a cold. Have a great first day!

You smiled and grabbed your food from the fridge. This was your ritual. At the start of every school day, you could expect a corny Dad joke along with a neatly packed lunch. Your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your pants and you pull it out to reveal a text from Big bro Mirio.

I’m outside :))))))

ˆThe two of you had gotten to know one another through Mirio’s internship with your Dad and had been inseparable ever since. Being the protective brother he was, he insisted on walking you to your first day at UA. As you head outside, you notice Takami and Neijire are accompanying him chatting about the start of the new year.

Neijire Had notices you first and gives you a bright smile. “Ily, you look beautiful! Looking to impress huh.”

You make a show of giving a spin to show off your outfit. “First impressions are always important. Especially for heroes in training.”

“M-m-morning Ily.” Takami greets you and blushes, averting his gaze.

“They wanted to wish you off as well.”

You fall into step with them and take the coffee that Mirio holds out to you in his outstretched hand.

“Mmm.” You moan taking the first hot sip. “Chai. My favorite!”

“You’re gonna need all of the energy you can get. I hear your homeroom professor is Aizawa.” Neijire said.

You arch an eyebrow. “What’s so bad about this Aizawa dude?”

“I h-heard he failed a w-whole class of freshman before.” Takami states before.

“Don’t go scaring her off now guys, she’s probably already nervous for her first day,” Miro says teasingly, knowing you aren’t worried in the slightest.

The steps of UA High come closer to view and you toss your empty coffee cup into the trash can near the entrance. 

“I’ve been training to be a hero my whole life. It’s gonna take a lot more than a stern teacher to scare me off. This is me. Thanks for walking me guys!”

“You sure you don’t n-n-eed our help finding class 1-A?” Takami asks, worry in his gaze.

You roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine. You guys have done enough. Now scram! Having the big three of class 2A escort me is gonna make me look soft.”

You stroll inside and find the classroom easily enough. Before entering, you take a breath and still your shaking hands. So you ARE scared but no way were you gonna let that show in front of the infamous big three. Besides, it’s not Aizawa that scares you so much as the whole making friends thing. Here goes nothing.

You spot a head of red and white hair stepping into the classroom and you slip through the door behind him before the door closes. Shoto Todoroki was an old friend of yours from primary school before his father pulled him out to be privately tutored. You wonder if he remembers you. Your fingers barely brush his shoulders before he flinches from your touch and whirls away to face you.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I recognized you from primary school. Shoto, right?”

“I’m not here to make friends.” He says before turning to walk to his seat. Okay then.

You settle on a trio; a boy with green hair and freckles, a boy with glasses, and a cute girl with round cheeks and short brown hair.

They're talking amiably when you march up and introduce yourself. “Ily Mirai.’ You hold out your hand. “Nice to meet you guys.”

The green-haired boy’s eyes widen and he takes your hand, shaking it. He spews out a flurry of words and questions at a speed you didn’t think was possible.

“Izuku Midoriya,….Nighteye’s daughter…your quirk.”

Huh. She didn’t realize her father was still popular enough to have fanboys around her age. Even if you were a mega fan of All Might, most had long forgotten about his sidekick from twenty years ago.

The brown-haired girl laughs and interjects. “Midoriya slow down, none of us can understand you.” She turns to you. “I’m Ochacko Uraraka,” She points to glasses, “That’s Tenya Illda, and the hyperactive boy here is Midoriya. Nice to meet you.”

“I don’t think we saw you at the entrance exam. “ Tenya notes.

“Ah, yes I got in through recommendations.”

“I never knew Nighteye had a daughter. You don’t look much like him.” She said, peering at you.

A blush rises on your cheeks. Your blonde hair and hazel eyes were a dead giveaway to the truth. “Yeah, I’m adopted.” Before the conversation can turn awkward, you hear the classroom door open and look up.

You notice an attractive blond guy walk in through the door and your heart just about skips a beat. He’s exactly your type and you think he’s looking straight at you. But then, unfortunately, he opened his mouth.

Before you can even blink, he’s in from of Midoriya, grabbing his shirt. You only catch a few words of the exchange. “Damn Deku… quirkless loser….how’d you pass the entrance exam.”

You look at Ochacko and Ilda to see if maybe this is normal, harmless heckling but they’re wearing matching shocked expressions.

You give the blond boy a shove and caught off guard, he’s sent sprawling onto the classroom floor.

“What the hell is your problem?” You demand.

His red eyes glance up to glare into yours. “Stay out of this, you damn extra.” He snarls.

You’re preparing a retort when Deku silences you. “It’s okay Ilyana, I’ve got this one covered.”

You step back, still watching the situation cautiously in case the hothead decided to turn violent again. “Kacchan, you may have been the best when we were kids but I’m different now. And I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

At this point, all of your classmates are watching the exchange with wide-eyed curiosity. 

Before “Kacchan” can respond, you’re teacher finally decides to grace you all with his presence. You let out a sigh of relief and take your seat next to Ochacko. 

Professor Aizawa instructs everyone to get changed into their gym clothes and meet him outside. Mirio was right earlier: you were going to need all of the energy you could get to make it through the day.

Outside, Professor Aizawa informs everyone that you all we be taking a quirk apprehension test. If you fail, you have to leave UA. You find it amusing everyone’s freaking out and complaining about how unfair the situation is.  

“He can’t fail us can he?” You hear one fo your classmates ask.

Ochacko nudges you. “Are you really not scared at all?” She’s got her finger clasped tightly together as if trying to still her nerves. You shrug. “I mean if I don’t pass this, then I know I’m not cut out to be a hero. And I KNOW that I was born to be a hero.”

 You find out that “Kacchan” goes by Katsuki Bakugou when Aizawa calls him up first to throw the softball. You find it annoying that he passes the test with flying colors after sending the ball 800 meters away in a shower of flames. An arrogant prodigy? Every class growing up always had one.

“Y/N Sasaki, you’re up.” Your turn comes sooner than you think and as you walked up to take your place, you catch snatches of conversation between your classmates.

“Nighteye’s kid.”

“..got in through recommendations.”

“Tch, probably ain’t nothing special about that damn extra.”

The last comment is evidently Bakugou and you feel your spine straighten at the challenge. You take a deep breath, swing your arm back and launch the baseball into a shimmering purple portal. You widen the portal and allow your classmates to glimpse the Milkyway in all its glory before snapping it shut. Your quirk: Dimensional manipulation. You turn to Aizawa-sensei who’s clicking the distance measuring device in his hand. “Huh. It’s broken.” You turn to face Bakugou and look him dead in his eyes.

“Pretty impressive for a damn extra, huh?”

Before he can fire back a retort or try anything, you’re greeted by Midoriya, Ochacko, and Ilda. Midoriya is rapid-fire asking questions about your quirk and style of training, praises peppered in between. You can feel Bakugou glowering at the back of your head and you somehow know that your time at UA will be an interesting one. 

When Midoriya goes up next, you notice the look of fear written all over his face. Strange. Every classmate before had seemed maybe a little nervous, but overall excited. You’re about to turn to Ilda and ask him what Midoriya’s quirk is when you see it for yourself. He throws his ball, sending it, to your satisfaction, way further than Bakugou’s had gone. His fingers are bruised a dark purple from the effort. You can’t help but think the quirk is remarkably similar to All Might’s. A quirk that harms the user’s body? Usually by the time quirk users got to high school, they should have mastery over their quirk. You make a mental note to ask him about it later and set your attention on one-upping Bakugou throughout the test.

When all is said is done, Bakugou beats you on the scoreboard by one point. You walk away to stand by your friends before he can get the chance to see and gloat in your face.

“You were amazing out there Ily!” Ochacko exclaims.

“Very well done, as to be expected from Nighteye’s daughter.”

You’re worried when Deku fails to say anything and just stares at the ground.

“How did you do, Midoriya?”

“I placed last. It looks like I’m out of UA.”

Professor Aizawa cuts in, “ everyone has passed!”

“Looks like you’re stuck with us.” You send Midoriya a grin.

The trio bursts into chatter about what kind of hero everyone wants to be.

When they get to you, you have to pause and think for a moment.