Why Does He Text Like..... A Very Specific Friend.....

birth month is december but i cant decide if shoto is my fav or dabi ☹️

can you guys reblog this with your birth month and favorite mha character i’m trying to test something

THIS IS CANON IDC

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IVE READ😭

and i wake with your memory over me / thats a real fucking legacy to leave

t. todoroki x reader

the trials and tribulations of housing (and loving) a wanted fugitive. a little smut (implied) mentions of (his) trauma and some bnha spoilers but with a (kinda) happy end・❥・

special tag for @crushmeeren cause i love you <3

song: maroon

pro: he’s your closest friend

he’s lived most of his life with a heart frosted over, thick ice to withstand the burning rage he emits. after years of being stomped into the cracks of the sidewalk, he’s learned to be guarded, to build impenetrable walls so high even he can’t see through them. life teaches you to trust no one when your first betrayal is family.

but anyone who manages to infiltrate those walls, search for the openings and sneak in through the windows is rewarded. his walls stay up, but he does give you a key, sometimes without even realizing it.

when you do find your way in, it’s something sacred. its 2ams, laughing with your feet in his lap, and somehow ending up on the floor after a few swigs of cheep rosé. it’s his showing up outside your window heaving and wounded, knowing your faulty bandages and less-than-knowledgable stitches are better than any professional medical car. its leaving marks on your collarbone when things get heated, that messy grey area of knowing the attraction but knowing he’s the last person in the world that should be in a relationship. its wanting, and its about trust.

“i see you every day, now.” you point out. its not a complaint or a compliment; just a fact you both are aware of.

he absentmindedly strokes the calf thats resting on his lap, feeling your healthy, breathing skin against the deceased purple cloaking him. he almost laughs, knowing he’s successfully turned your apartment into a home for him.

but who can blame him? he’s never known what a home was, until you.

“got a problem with that, doll?” he tilts his head back, white hair resting against the couch cushions. he knows you don’t, but sometimes, a man will need reassurance.

“i would have called the cops if i did.” you smile. he does too, and its rare that he smiles genuinely these days.

con: he’s an asshole, sometimes

he’s shit with his words, and he knows it. he stopped attending school in his most formative years, and learned most of his tongue from the streets. and the outside world can be less than forgiving to a boy like him. after all, the house he left wasn’t exactly nurturing.

sometimes, he’ll go weeks, months even, radio silent. he’ll let rust grow between telephones, feel the ringing of whatever burner phone he’s using ho off but not pick up. sometimes, he’d wish he could disappear altogether, and alleviate you of the pain of caring for someone like him. sometimes. other times, which is most of the time, he’s a selfish dick, and hopes that you’ll always be the lips he calls home.

he doesn’t know how to say sorry. its mostly because the sorries he’s thought about giving are sorries he shouldn’t have to even verbalize: “i’m sorry i wasn’t who you wanted.” “i’m sorry i couldn’t be the son who would surpass you.” “i’m sorry i didn’t burn myself bright enough so you could watch it happen.”

he has a horrible, stinging feeling in his gut when he knows he’s upset you, and he hates the way it makes him feel. so he swallows his pride and a shot of whiskey, before going up to you.

“doll?”

“i’m not talking to you.”

he has the audacity to roll his eyes.

“i’m sorry for what i said.” he mumbles like a little boy, and its almost funny.

“and i’m sorry for being a dick.” he says what comes to mind, what he knows is true about himself. that he can act like a bitch most of the time, and even though he thinks the world deserves it, he excluded you from that belief.

he rambles on, just hoping you’ll turn around and face him. he wants to watch the world burn, he wants to make people suffer. but he also doesn’t want to lose the one person who tries to understand him, even if it means biting his tongue a little.

pro: he’s a man of action

he’s shit with words, but he will make up for it with his what he does. he spews that gifts are unnecessary, that he’d see his father buy expensive jewelry for his mother when the cameras were watching, and that its all just a dumb performative act. the next second he’s giving you a new sweater and some earrings because he “doesn’t wanna deal with it if you get sick” and “thinks it’d look good on you.” he says he so doesn’t care, but hides a smile when he sees you wearing it.

he’s also a protector. he’s lost too much in his life to risk the one person he actually gives a shit about. god forbid you show up with any traces of a bruise or an upset frown, because he’s no stranger to the arsons match. but he’s more than willing to stay with you, because he knows better than anyone the look of loneliness. he doesn’t understand why you want him- this wasted potential of a man- around, but he knows that at the very least, no one is touching a hair on your head when he’s with you.

he may not be able to warm you with words, but he can make your cheeks look like wine when he cares, which is always. he just won’t always admit it.

“do you wanna stay the night?” you ask, sitting up from your head on his lap. you’re about 3 seasons in on some dumb, reality tv show that he says he doesn’t care about, but gets whiney when you watch an episode without him.

“at least buy me dinner first, doll.” he smirks. its his way of saying yes.

you roll your eyes: “you ate the soba i made you, jackass.”

con: he’s self destructive

for someone who seems to sure of their plans for revenge, you wonder how the hell so easily loses sight of himself. perhaps he can’t see through the smoke, or is blinded by the glowing blue he emits. perhaps its a combination of smoke, fire, and revenge, all in a tumultuous cycle that will one day end in his demise. everyone who knows him is simply counting down the days until he wears his bones down to nothing but ash. he doesn’t want to be saved, and he’s made it clear. he knows that there are hands that reach through the fire, reaching for him.

and he knows one day, you’ll lose him for good. he loathes the pit in his stomach when he thinks about you, alone, with nothing but the smell of smoke on your clothes. would you cry? would you miss the smoke despite having clean air? he’s not worthy of that, or even you.

sometimes, he’ll try to rip the bandaid off prematurely. the reason he’s a dick with a shitty vocabulary is because he doesn’t want you to miss him. in fact, he hopes you’ll hate him, that you’ll scream good riddance when the curtains close on touya todoroki.

but by some cosmic miracle, you don’t. and for however long he has with you, he wants to cherish that.

pro: he can’t give you forever, but he can make you feel like it is

touya knows that one day, you’ll wake with his memory over you. its a shitty excuse for a legacy, a ghost that can’t be exorcised or appeased. and you know that no matter what, you’ll always feel a little bit of him, a little bit of the heat, even after he’s gone.

he can’t give you forever, but he’ll kiss you like it is. he can’t give you a pretty wedding or a diamond ring, but he’ll steal gemstones and earrings for you. he can’t give you a family, or a nice house, or any of the beautiful things you deserve, but he’ll make sure to leave his burned handprints all over your heart. touya can die knowing that you will move on, but that the love you two shared burned brighter than ever.

he knows that you can’t have forever, but that you will forever wish that it was. he thinks for a moment, that if things were different, he could. that perhaps if you had met before his accident, before the darkest moments of his life, things would be different.

he can’t give you different, or forever, but you take him for what he is. and he loves you for it.

hi, boyfriend! ft. multi

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warnings&a/n: here you guys go... to hold you over... sorry if you hate this.... i promise order up pt 4 is coming soon.... do not shoot...

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Synopsis: Dabi hates Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t stop him from committing petty theft to make you smile. Nothing says romance like stolen chocolates and a little chaos

A/N: this little fic was written in celebration of Valentine’s Day ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Dabi loathed Valentine’s Day.

Overpriced chocolates. Cliché heart decorations. Morons scrambling to impress each other with tacky gifts that meant absolutely nothing. The whole thing was one giant joke.

He wasn’t the kind of guy to buy flowers, plan out sentimental dates, or give a damn about overpriced chocolates wrapped in shiny, heart-covered packaging. The entire concept of Valentine’s Day was a capitalist scam, and he had spent most of his life watching people fall for it like suckers.

But he was, apparently, the kind of guy to commit petty crime just to see you smile. Not that he’d ever admit it.

"Oi, are you done yet?" Dabi drawled, leaning against a shelf while you sifted through the convenience store aisles.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Almost. I told you, I just need to grab some stuff for Spinner, Twice, and Toga."

Dabi sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Dunno why you bother. They’d survive just fine without all this crap."

"You say that, but Spinner will actually die without his energy drinks, and Twice has been begging for those stupid limited-edition snacks all week."

"And Toga?"

"She asked for ‘anything cute,’ which means she’s getting strawberry-flavored Pocky with edible glitter."

Dabi snorted. "Yeah, that tracks."

You were completely focused on your little shopping mission, scanning the shelves with a look of determination that was almost adorable — which made it the perfect time for Dabi to make his move.

While you debated over which flavor of instant noodles Spinner would tolerate the most, Dabi turned, walked straight past the cash registers, and grabbed the nearest box of chocolates off the holiday display.

Then, because he was feeling particularly obnoxious, he reached for a stupidly soft, red teddy bear — the kind that was so cliché it hurt.

He didn’t even try to be sneaky about it. Just grabbed them like they were already his. With that, he simply left the store, unnoticed by the crew that had too many customers in.

Standing outside a combini in the chilly evening air, hands shoved deep into his pockets, Dabi waited. Waited for you to finish paying for the boring, legally acquired items. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, watching the city pass by. A box of chocolates rested securely under his arm, so did the teddy bear. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced back through the store’s glass windows. 

You hadn’t noticed. Too busy sorting through energy drinks for Spinner, digging through the snack aisle for Twice, and picking out something for Toga. Always thinking about everyone else.

Tch. You were too soft for the League.

He shifted his weight, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. 

A minute later, you finally emerged from the store, a paper bag in your hand, eyes immediately narrowing when you spotted him. "...Did you actually pay for that?"

Dabi blew out a low chuckle, tapping ash from the end of his cigarette. "What do you think?"

You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Dabi—"

"Relax. No alarms went off, no cops are chasing me. Everyone wins." He jerked his chin toward the bag in your hand. "Got what you needed?"

You sighed, clearly choosing your battles. "Yeah. Spinner’s energy drinks, Twice’s snacks, and Toga’s stuff."

"Great. Let’s get outta here."

You eyed the chocolates and the bear under his arm. 

He shrugged, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Figured you deserve somethin’ cute for the Valentine’s Day, doll."

Your brows lifted. "You stole me a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?"

"Better than buying ‘em." He flicked his cigarette away, smirking. "Not like I’m made of money, babe."

You shook your head, but the way your lips quirked upward gave you away. "You’re impossible."

Dabi tossed the chocolates at you.

You caught the box, huffing, and the two of you started walking. 

The streets were quieter than usual, most people tucked away in their warm apartments, probably enjoying their candlelit dinners and normal Valentine’s plans.

Not you two, though.

You were halfway back to the hideout when Dabi’s steps slowed. He was about to make another snarky comment when something caught his eye.

You followed his gaze, and— oh.

Oh.

There it was.

A massive billboard, towering over the city streets, illuminated in bright, glowing lights.

Endeavor’s face.

Suited up. Slicked-back hair. Flames curling over his shoulders, making him look important, powerful.

"IGNITE — A FRAGRANCE FOR MEN."

Dabi stared at it. His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed, the muscles in his neck tensing just a little too much.

And then, very calmly, he handed you the teddy bear he carried all the way. "Hold this," he said.

"...What?"

"Hold. This," Dabi repeated, stepping away from you.

You barely had time to react before flames erupted from his hands. Bright, blue, and merciless.

Flames roared to life around his hands as he aimed them directly at the smug, larger-than-life face of his scumbag father.

The fire hit its mark immediately, scorching the edges of the billboard, burning away the too-perfect image of a man who didn’t deserve to be idolized. The flames spread fast, curling and twisting, devouring every last trace of the advertisement.

People on the street shouted in surprise, some scrambling away, some pulling out their phones to record. The city lights flickered against the inferno, and within moments, the entire stupid ad was nothing but ash.

Dabi clicked his tongue, watching as his father’s name and perfect image melted away into ash. "Much better."

You exhaled, shifting the teddy bear in your arms. "...So I’m guessing you didn’t like the ad?"

Dabi scoffed, turning back to you. "What gave it away?"

You smirked. "The arson."

He rolled his eyes, snatching the teddy bear back from your hands. "Tch. Just shut up and eat your stolen chocolates."

You chuckled, popping open the box and holding out a piece to him. "You want one?"

Dabi glanced at it, then at you. Then, with a huff, he leaned in and bit it straight out of your hand.

You gawked. "What the hell—"

"You offered," the white haired man said around the chocolate, smirking as he chewed.

You groaned. "You’re the worst Valentine ever."

"And yet," he drawled, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, "you still put up with me."

A beat of silence.

Then you stated, “We need to go."

“Why?”

"Because there are at least ten people recording you right now, dumbass."

Dabi whipped around, eyes narrowing as he saw several people very clearly aiming their phones in his direction and then moving their cameras to the burnt billboard.

One of the bystanders even waved enthusiastically, shouting, "I loved your dance, Dabi!!!"

Dabi let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face, yet his lips twitched into that cocky, half-smirk he wore when he was either annoyed or slightly amused.

You couldn’t help yourself — you burst into laughter. “Uuuu, honey, you have some fans!”

Before you could get another word out, Dabi grabbed your wrist with a sudden force, yanking you away from the crowd. "Time to go, smartass," he announced, pulling you along as he bolted into a side alley. 

You barely had time to keep up, stumbling slightly as he pulled you into the shadows. 

Behind you, the distant murmurs of amused pedestrians lingered, but no one was stupid enough to actually follow.

Soon, Dabi came to a stop, chest heaving lightly from the sudden run, his eyes scanning the street. 

You could feel his pulse quickening as he tugged you closer, pressing you against his chest with a quiet growl. 

His expression was a mix of frustration and amusement, clearly annoyed by the public attention. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand through his snow-white hair.

You smirked, shaking your head. "Maybe if you stopped doing dumb shit in public, people wouldn’t recognize you."

“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Happy Valentine’s, firebug,” you whispered, climbing your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh after the kiss. "Yeah, yeah. Happy fucking Valentine’s."

For all his bitching and moaning about Valentine’s Day, Dabi didn’t mind it quite as much when it was with you.

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KUROO I LOVE YOU KUROOOOO 😖

Shoto let's katsuki get aggressive with him but he knows they're still best of friends and he's good at heart ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

this is so cute to me 😭 todoroki isn't even fazed LMAOOO and bakugou looks so done with him KSJKS. they're literally dating guys!!! omg

Shoto and dabi!!

silly texts!

featuring: k!bakugo, i!midoryia, e!kirishima, d!kaminari, h!shinsou, s!hanta, s!todoroki, k!takami, t!todoroki.

authors note: complete crack smau, suggestiveness, humour, fluff.. basically meme texts plus some of my own ideas! m.list! ignore the typo in shinous pls!

p.s sorry if these are ooc

"Endeavor needs to take responsibility" tell me you didn't read any of his actual dialogue without telling me.

Like oh my god, how are some people just so blind? He initiates the conversation around his behaviour and apology for such. He's the one taking steps to prove he deserves the chance to be seen as a changed man. He's accepted that he may very well die alone, hell he was willing to let Dabi kill him. This is one of the greatest character arcs I've ever seen and people just ignore it out of...what? Personal bias? At least acknowledge that he's doing the best he can within the circumstances. Seriously, what more do you want out of him?

I didn't choose this life, guys. He looked me (Shoto) dead in the eyes and said "I'm proud of you" and it stabbed me through the heart. I tried to fight it but the Sir Nighteye/Kiyotaka Ishimaru/Steven Universe kin inside me could not ignore it forever.

He and the rest of the Todorokis are all so wonderfully written. The storyline is incredible and so nuanced. The point of the story is not forgiveness, the point is to acknowledge that sometimes people fuck up and there's nothing you can do to change that, all you can do is heal and move forward. To say that everyone deserves the chance to do better if they simply try to do so.