You notice that whenever your hands are clasped together, Shouto makes it a point to try and engulf them with his left hand and only his left one. At first, you’re confused because you have no idea what he’s trying to prove and because he keeps struggling to find the ideal placement of his hand on yours.
So you decide to ask him about it.
“Shou, what are you doing?”
“Hm?” He looks up from your hands. “What do you mean, love?”
“This.” You gesture with an amused expression.
“Oh.”
Shouto huffs, a small puff from the cold escaping his lips. It’s endearing, in a way. Your husband looked so focused on whatever he was doing. You can’t even imagine the headlines he’ll be making if the media saw the great A.C. Hero: Shouto is struggling like a toddler learning about proper shapes and sizes for the first time.
“I’m attempting to engulf your hands with my left hand,” he says, as if it were obvious.
You laugh, and this brings a faint, dimpled smile to his face, too.
“I can see that,” you reply. “Why?”
“Well, your hands are cold,” he answers honestly. “I’m trying to warm them up with my left hand.”
“Oh.”
He tilts his head to the side, pouting softly. Another habit you were sure he wasn’t aware he was doing. Or perhaps he did know what he was doing and wanted to get a reaction out of you. Either way, he was pouting.
“Sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Shouto asks.
“What? No!” you quickly answer. “Honestly, you could’ve just told me what you were doing earlier instead of just trying to figure it out on your own,” you laugh. Your hands sandwich his left tenderly, and it was just as you were expecting. His hands were much warmer than yours. “I could’ve just done this. See? Or remember to bring my gloves next time.”
“But you hate wearing your gloves,” he says, confused.
“I guess… So does this mean that this is a much better alternative instead of wearing them?”
He nods.
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. So, yes, this is a better alternative. At least my Quirk could provide you comfort, even if temporary and unconventional.”
You look at Shouto in awe. “That’s so thoughtful, Shou. Thank you.”
Shouto lets his hand tighten around yours. “You’re welcome,” he replies. Then, as if wondering what else to say, he adds, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
His shoulders loosen just a bit at the reassurance, and he happily leads you back to the agency, not wanting you to stay in the cold much longer. Oh, how you loved your husband very much. Always so thoughtful and loving.
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Whenever he talks to someone, his eyes stay locked onto theirs with such focus that it feels like he’s trying to memorize every blink. He’d been told once, very seriously by his friends, that “eye contact means you’re listening,” and Todoroki, being Todoroki, took that as an absolute rule of human communication. So now he listened with his whole soul. With his eyes wide, steady, and completely unblinking (he still did, it’s just unnoticeable).
And somehow, you had become the person he stared at the most.
He was staring.
Well aware of it.
“So,” you said, scribbling something down in your notebook, “I think I absolutely bombed that written quiz today.”
“You scored well,” Todoroki replied calmly.
You paused, peeking up at him through your lashes. His eyes were already on you, steady as ever, the contrast of grey and blue catching the light. It still made your heart skip in the tiniest, most annoying way.
“…Did you already see our scores?” you asked.
He blinked once.
“Yes.”
“You could’ve at least let me be dramatic for a little longer.”
“I apologize.”
You laughed softly—and the sound brought a sense of ease to him as you shook your head. “You’re weird, you know that?”
Todoroki tilted his head just a little, still not finding anything wrong with what he was doing. “Is that a negative evaluation of my behavior?”
You snorted. “See? That. That right there.”
He considered that in silence, his gaze never leaving your face. The longer he stared, the more self-aware he noticed you became. You shifted slightly on the couch, the pen slowing in your fingers. It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly—more like standing in warm sunlight that you weren’t sure you deserved.
“…You’re doing it again,” you hummed.
“Doing what?” he asked.
“The staring.” You gestured between your eyes and his. “Do you ever blink when you talk to me?”
Todoroki blinked, as if on cue. Once. Slowly. Then, you resumed staring without any interruption. “I’m listening,” he says, like it’s common sense.
“I know, I know,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “I just—sometimes it feels like you’re looking straight through me. Burning through my skull.”
“That would be inefficient,” Todoroki said seriously. “I am looking at you.”
Your smile grew fonder and a little shy.
“Yeah. I noticed.”
Outside, the distant sounds of training echoed faintly through open windows, but in the room it felt like your own small world. Todoroki noted how you went back to tapping your pen, pretending to focus on your notes, though you were keenly aware of his gaze on your face, your hands, and every tiny movement you made.
And unknown to him, a mischievous thought crossed your mind.
“You know,” you initiated casually, without looking up, “if you keep staring at me like that, I might just fall for you.”
Todoroki’s eyes widened a fraction.
“…Fall?”
You finally looked up at him, cheeks fighting inner demons from holding in a smile. “It’s a figure of speech. I mean, like, romantically?”
“Oh.” He processed this quietly. “Would you be injured?”
Your pen slipped from your fingers and clattered onto the notebook.
“What?”
“You said you might fall,” he explained, brows knitting together with sincere concern. “If you are injured, I could escort you to Recovery Girl.”
For a split second, you stared at him in disbelief. Then you burst out laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained as you bent forward, clutching your stomach. “Todoroki—oh my god—I don’t mean literally fall!”
His expression softened at the sound of your laughter. It always did. The tension in his shoulders eased, and though he didn’t quite understand the joke, he understood that you were happy. That was enough, he thinks.
“You laugh often when you speak metaphorically,” he noted.
“Because you take everything so literally,” you managed between giggles. “It’s part of your charm. Even if you don’t mean it to be.”
“Charm?”
You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye with your handkerchief, still smiling at him. Your eyes met again—yours bright with amusement, his focused and earnest. “Yeah. You’re strangely charming.”
He held your gaze, heart thudding just a little faster than usual. “…I’m glad.”
Silence fell upon you two again, but the silence felt different now—softer, warmer, more comfortable. You retrieved your pen, though you didn’t return to writing. Instead, you rested your chin in your palm and studied him openly.
“You know,” you murmured, “you really do have pretty eyes.”
Todoroki stiffened almost imperceptibly. Compliments still caught him off guard, especially ones so direct, because how does the average person take them? Still getting used to this whole socializing thing.
“…They are functional.”
You smiled tenderly. “That’s not what I said.”
He looked at you a little more intensely, as if trying to analyze your words from every possible angle. This time you didn’t look away when he took the time to think. The world seemed to slow around you, the late sunlight painting soft shadows across his features—but Todoroki dared not to look away even for a second.
Your voice dropped to something quieter. “Does it ever make you nervous? Looking at people like that?”
He considered for a moment. “No,” he answered honestly. “It makes me feel…close to them. As though I am giving them my full attention. You deserve full attention.”
You nodded thoughtfully.
“You’re unfair,” you finally told him.
“I am not trying to be,” he replied.
You peeked back up at him, a small, bashful smile tugging at your lips. “I know. That’s the problem.”
He watched you carefully, as if afraid to miss even the smallest expression. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he spoke. “…When you joke about falling for me, is that also a metaphor?”
You froze.
The room felt very still.
“…Mostly? I think?”
“Mostly,” he repeated. “So there is also a part that is not metaphorical.”
You swallowed, then gave a tiny nod. “Yeah. There is.”
He didn’t look away. Not even for a second. Instead, his gaze softened in a way you hadn’t seen before—still intense, but gentle, almost vulnerable.
“I do not mind if you fall,” he said quietly. “I will make sure you do not get hurt.”
“You really don’t know when you’re being romantic, do you?”
“I am not attempting to be romantic,” he said. “I am being honest.”
“That’s even worse, you know.”
He leaned forward just a little, closing the small distance between you. His eyes searched your face with careful attention. “Does my staring bother you?”
You shook your head. “No. Not at all.” Then, more quietly, “I like it.”
“…You do?”
“Yeah,” you admitted.
“Do you want me to lessen this behavior?”
“What? No! I mean,” you sighed, “do whatever makes you happy and comfy.”
“Whatever brings me happiness,” Todoroki says, nodding along, “is simply looking at you.”
“Ok—that is absolutely corny, you cornball!”
“But you also say things like that—“
“I know, oh my gosh, and it sounds better coming from me,” you laughed. “Kidding, kidding. I need to get used to the things I start because you’re going to be the death of me, Shou.”
Todoroki considered himself not good with kids. Yet somehow your nephew always seemed to favor him whenever he wasn’t busy with hero work and volunteered to babysit alongside you.
“Oh my goodness, look at this little cutie!” you coo, your voice brimming with excitement. Todoroki follows your gaze.
There he was. Baby Eitarou was happily gnawing on his teething ring as he sat on his play mat. His wide, curious eyes locked onto Todoroki’s mismatched ones. He tilted his head, letting out a series of excited babbles before reaching his tiny arms out toward him.
You gasped softly, clasping your hands together. “Shou, I think he wants you to hold him!”
Todoroki blinked, clearly unprepared for this turn of events. No matter how often he accompanies you, he still finds himself unprepared for every subtle change. “Me? Why?”
“I— don’t we always carry him whenever he does the grabby hands?”
“I do not, but you do. Because he always wants you to carry him.”
“Well, it looks like he wants you to carry him today,” you reply, your voice quivering with barely contained delight.
With a resigned sigh, he kneeled down. “I… suppose I can.”
He held the child stiffly, his arms awkwardly outstretched as if the baby were made of glass.
“Like this, hun,” you told him, adjusting his arms so he supported the baby properly.
Eitarou immediately snuggled into Todoroki’s chest, then gurgled happily, reaching up to grab at Todoroki’s face. His tiny fingers clumsily found Shouto’s cheeks, squishing them lightly as he let out a delighted giggle.
“Uwah!”
“Aww, you two are so cute! The cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Todoroki remained still, his hands supporting the baby securely while the tiny fingers continued exploring his face. “Is he supposed to do this?” he asked, his voice even. He eyed baby Eitarou and evaded his face whenever the little one tried to put his baby fingers in his mouth.
“He’s just curious!” you answered. “Let him—oh, now he’s going for your hair!”
Eitarou’s small hand found Todoroki’s dual-colored bangs, grabbing a tuft of white hair and tugging lightly. Todoroki froze, unsure how to react.
“Do I… stop him?” he asked slowly, unsure.
You waved your hands frantically. “No, no! Let him be! It’s harmless—unless he tries to put your hair in his mouth.”
He freezes, blinking owlishly at you. He’s never heard you speak of such things, let alone worry if Eitarou would nibble at your hair whenever you held this angel.
“He could do that? Should I put him down?”
“No! It’s just a little heads up. Babies who are teething tend to put most things in their mouth.”
“Oh.” Todoroki was somewhat relieved.
The baby let out another giggle, switching to the red side of Todoroki’s hair, his small face lighting up as he babbled incomprehensibly. “Umn!”
Your husband pouted a little. “Does this mean I need a haircut?”
He’s already thinking of going to the barber’s shop, the one that Kaminari had recommended in passing. Todoroki’s never tried that barber before, but if his friend had recommended it, then it could be worth trying.
You burst into laughter. “What? No! Why would you need a haircut? You just went to get a trim last week.”
“Oh. I did.”
He looked down at the baby, who was now attempting to bury his face into Todoroki’s shoulder while babbling happily, and he wiped the little drool on the corner of Eitarou’s mouth with the soft cloth you handed him. “I just thought that if my hair’s this interesting to a baby, maybe it’s too long.”
“Are you serious?” you asked, barely able to keep a straight face. “Hun, your hair is perfect. Eitarou just thinks you’re the coolest person ever.”
Todoroki blinked, clearly processing the statement, but he said nothing. His hold on the baby shifted slightly as he cradled the child more comfortably, the corners of his lips almost forming a smile.
“You think I’m the coolest?” he asks Eitarou, who could only giggle at him. “I think you’re the coolest as well, ‘Tarou.”
-
“You were great with him,” you said softly. Eitarou is napping by now, courtesy of Todoroki rocking him back and forth (even if you suggested he used the rocking chair instead so he doesn’t tire himself out) while humming a soft lullaby.
Todoroki glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “I just held him, love.”
“Yeah, but you made him so happy—and got him to take his after-lunch nap. That counts for a lot.”
There was a brief pause before Todoroki replied, “I suppose.”
You sighed softly, watching as the tiniest hint of a smile flickered on your husband’s face. “‘Tarou’s grown to love you. You’d make a good dad someday, hun.”
His expression was unreadable as he took this in, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Maybe. Someday. When we’re both ready.”
He’d admit that the thought was... something he’ll look forward to more often now that you brought it up.
ALSO kinda obsessed with todoroki not being very experienced before you and he thinks he’s in love with you so your first time being sexual with him he’s like “you need to tell me when you like what i do. i can tell through your body but tell me, love. okay?” and he’d be running his hands up and down your thighs and you’re nodding like you’re under his spell. “yes, yep, yes i will.”
and then him paying attention to you clenching and moaning every time he talks. all deep and tense and dirty. one time he grunts, “you’re so fucking tight, you’re soaking my cock.” and your eyes widen, “oh my god shou.” and he pauses looking from where you’re joined to your eyes, “sorry. was that too much?”
“no not at all.”
“i’ve been… paying attention to what you like.” and your heart squeezes because he’s still so cute even when he’s buried in you.
you run your hand down his chest, “you don’t have to do it if it’s not natural.”
he thrusts back and forth into you, “it is natural, i’m just saying what i’m thinking.”
and he’s so sexy without realising, without meaning to and it makes you love him a whole lot more.
imagine shoto introducing you to his family. i feel like it was be so internally chaotic but so freakishly calm at the same time. idk how to describe what i mean but that 😭😭😭 ( btw i’m “daisuki catches u and katsuki” anon !!! )
i really really agree with what you said. like everyone’s heads are running wild but on the outside everyone’s sitting eating dinner. i think he’d defo introduce you to his siblings like do the whole “this is my older brother natsuo, natsuo this is my girlfriend yn.” then do the same to his sister too LOL and you have to stand, do a little small talk and hug or shake their hands. whole time todoroki has a tiny smile on his face because this is the first girl he’s brought home and he thinks this one is the one!!! he’ll be with you a long time, as long as it’s possible so he wants everyone to get to know you.
when his dad walks into dinner and you already know everything about endeavour, him as a hero and his relationship with his family so that’s when everything is on edge.
moments before with just shouto and his siblings you’re listening to stories about when he was a child, about who cooked the food, about what you study or do for work. but when his dad walks in the vibe changes. after the few years that have gone by, shouto can control his reactions to his father. no longer tenses up when he gets close or frowns when he says hello. but he’s still snappy and short tempered with him. you notice how with natsuo he does still tense, but it’s only momentarily, that if you weren’t an onlooker of the family you probably wouldn’t notice at all.
“natsuo you didn’t say you were bringing a guest?”
you think natsuo’s confused face was bad but you realised it could be much worse when you look at your boyfriend who and then shouto is giving the biggest stank face ever. absolutely disgusted and annoyed.
“yn is my girlfriend and i wasn’t expecting you to be in.”
you hate the tiniest bit of sympathy that pangs in your chest for the old hero. watching him manoeuvre around his family and working out the right thing to say. you can practically see the cogs in his head turning.
“oh you’re shouto’s girlfriend,” and you watch as the massive man is reduced to nervous jolty movements, sliding out his hand to you. he’s wary as he glances at shouto before meeting your eyes, “nice to meet you yn, i’m enji.”
you smile, giving a tight lipped nod, “hello, you have a lovely home.” and you notice todoroki sigh, not caring for small talk with his father when you clearly was having a fun time with him and his siblings.
luckily fuyumi saves everybody, standing up to hush her father into the kitchen, “i saved some food for you dad, i’ll get you a plate.”
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you dye your hair like sho’s to be cute but then you realize that you did the wrong colors on the wrong sides.
so now you’re in the bathroom panicking and he’s confused as to why you’re taking so long.
“argh!!!!”
“babygirl?” shoto puts his head on the bathroom door, listening to you on the other side. “what’s wrong?”
the man almost falls forward as you yank the door open, crossing your arms over your chest as you give him an angry frown.
“i did the wrong side!”
shouto just blinks, a small smile sneaking onto his cheeks as he creeps over to you. he slides his arms around your waist and begins to rotate you slowly.
“you’re going as me? for midoriya’s birthday?” he asks gobsmacked, smile growing by the second.
“not anymore now i fucked it. how did i get the sides wrong?” you whine, stomping your foot and when you finish your sentence, todoroki’s stopped his rotation. youre back facing him, pouting sadly.
“you look adorable. i love it,” he says, “is it permanent?”
“semi, only for two to three washes and the point is i got the wrong sides!” you point at both sides, wafting your finger between both and then at him.
todoroki shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist while your red and white dyed hands hang by your sides to not stain his clothes.
“i mean, i don’t care. it’s not like people aren’t gonna think you’re me because the sides are wrong. just make sure, you know, fire comes out that side and ice comes out that one,” he grins, and after a poke to your side you slide into laughter too.
“sorry i got the sides wrong. i swear i know you,” you cheekily smile and todoroki presses a kiss to your lips. then another.
“it’s okay, i forget your name half the time. that’s why i say babygirl.”
Shouto being the typa boyfriend that just get what he wants lmao. If he wants a kiss from you he'll just go get it no matter what are you doing or if you are talking to someone, and why? because he can
a/n: ahhhh i have a draft about him hating when people tell him what to do. that and him just getting what he wants i adore AHHH :) also i still am obsessed with you both as a couple being equally as fun as each other.
you’ve set clear rules with shouto in public. one being he can’t just drag you out of conversations because he wants a kiss or a cuddle. sometimes you’re actually mid making a point or you want to talk to them.
minus right now as this man keeps talking to you about the importance of abstract art in our modern world and you’re dying to leave the conversations without being rude. you send your boyfriend glares from across the room, thinking it’s translating as ‘save me sho, save me now!’ but all you get in return is a blank stare with him saying, “what?” out loud.
he was told to not drag you out of conversations when he desperately wants to. but still he doesn’t get what you’re trying to say to him. so he takes the risk, strolling up to you and this man, simply stating, “i need her.”
when you’re both back in the corner, you hit his chest, “thank fuck, sho i was asking for you to come over! he was talking for ages and i didn’t give one, not one damn!”
he puts a hand under your chin, lifting your head up and gazing down at your lips. “i wanted to get you but you told me not to. he looked boring before he even started talking. dunno why you went over to him.”
you laugh, an stuffy one from the way he’s holding your head. your eyes are shiny and wide as his are low, licking his bottom lip before saying, “wanted to drag you over for a kiss.”
you hum and he can feel the vibration on his hand, “go on then, kiss me now.”
when you do end up sending todoroki an almost artistically filmed, unbelievably sexy and, his favourite, extremely messy video, he freezes.
he’s sitting on a random bench in the middle of the day, legs spread as one hand rubs over his stomach in his hero gear. his eyes widen to the shape of golf balls and his mouth hangs open like he’s seen a ghost.
“what the fuck are you watchin’? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” a body joins him on the bench with a grumble, yanking off his gaunlets and stacking them beside him on the ground.
todoroki swipes out your video, texting you a quick,
sho: You can’t do that
“honestly, you probably wouldn’t react like that if you saw a ghost. you’d shrug or some shit.”
the best thing about being friends with bakugou is he wasn’t phased by much and honestly didn’t care unless it affected him.
todoroki’s phone vibrates on his chest and he reads his new message on his lockscreen.
LOML: wdym? i thought you’d like it?
he frowns. of course he likes it.
he replies to bakugou before he replies to you, “no, yn sent me a video.”
bakugou cocks a brow, “doing what? cumming with the sound on?”
todoroki raises his eyebrows, spot on, “basically.”
he glances at his phone again.
LOML: this is so awkward delete it
LOML: you said you wanted me to send a video!!!
LOML: pretend i never sent that thanks
“oh shit, now she thinks it’s awkward.”
bakugou shoves todoroki’s shoulder, hard, “fuckin’ reply to her then dickhead. damn you’re bad at relationships.”
he sits back up from the push, sneakily stating, “coming from you. didn’t you walk in the door and get a nose bleed when going back for a second kiss from your girlfriend before the trip?”
bakugou gives todoroki a glare that could rival a villians, narrowing his eyes and huffing under his breath. “i’m not the one arguin’ when my girlfriend is probably having a breakdown on the other side of the country. go sort her out. bitch.”
todoroki rises to his feet, “obviously i will. bitch.”
and with two middle fingers shared between the friends, todoroki potters away, bringing his phone to his ear.
