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I've finished my Todoiida fic!!! It's 11k words, and one of my longest fics I've ever done in only like two weeks lol.
I adore these two so bad, and please, give me feedback on how it reads! I welcome it. :)
Update 2! I'm about 10k words into the fic, I've had a bit of a flare-up in my chronic pain, so I might be a bit slower than I anticipated
not that there's a lot of people waiting for my self-indulgent Todoiida fic lmao
Anywayyy, they mean so much to me <33
TODOIIDA FREAKOUT
currently working on a Todoiida fanfic called 'Summer Can't Compare To Him' because they've been taking up every thought in my mind since that one scene where shouto cries ice and tenya puts his arm around him
I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS THEY'RE TOO PERFECT
2,200 words in, gonna keep trucking over the next few days too 🫡
Update! I'm about 6,600 words in now, it's taking me a good bit to get where I want with this fic, but we keep going!!
TODOIIDA FREAKOUT
currently working on a Todoiida fanfic called 'Summer Can't Compare To Him' because they've been taking up every thought in my mind since that one scene where shouto cries ice and tenya puts his arm around him
I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS THEY'RE TOO PERFECT
2,200 words in, gonna keep trucking over the next few days too 🫡
TODOIIDA FREAKOUT
currently working on a Todoiida fanfic called 'Summer Can't Compare To Him' because they've been taking up every thought in my mind since that one scene where shouto cries ice and tenya puts his arm around him
I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS THEY'RE TOO PERFECT
2,200 words in, gonna keep trucking over the next few days too 🫡
Sorry Shinsou, you can’t beat the Deku Protection Squad
based on this squad meme
Another piece of art by sutyet! This time, it’s of the entire family, and it’s absolutely lovely. Honestly, writing this series has been a whole landmark in my life, and as much as I liked writing it for my enjoyment, I sometimes forget how much of an impact it leaves on others as well.
Receiving fanart is one of the highest honors an author could ever be bestowed with, and it still renders me speechless every time.
The fact that someone can enjoy something so much that they take their own time out of the day to make an entire drawing is nothing short of phenomenal, and sutyet’s already done this for me once before. This is the second piece, and it’s so, so lovely.
This is incredible. Thank you, sutyet, and everyone else who has ever read and appreciated my work. Just... thank you.
Thank you for write in these times!
Go read: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1689439
Imagine: Deku defeating Baku in a fight solely to gain to rights to wear a Ground Zero hoodie
Based on
@intothedarknessigo
hc that shouto gets piercings because they remind him of touya
todobakudeku gif? from the MHA You're Next movie??? 👀🤨🤔
I am interested.....
They all look super ethereal 😭💘
I haven't watched the movie yet so... I'm kinda squealing with panic and excitement, at the same time! 💚🧡💙
4/3/2025
Day7: Magic for Tododeku month on twitter
I know that in ending he had a sword. But, listen, he’s obviously a mage…
5+1 | s. todoroki
the five times he almost confessed (and the one time he did)
when you were laughing so hard you couldn't breathe
the common room was loud in that cozy, familiar way—someone had turned on a movie, kaminari was yelling about the plot inconsistencies, and a half-empty popcorn bowl had already made two laps around the room. shoto wasn't really paying attention to the screen. he was sitting off to the side, legs folded neatly under him, arms resting on the back of the couch, his eyes on you.
you were laughing.
not the polite kind you gave during class or the half-hearted chuckle that came after a bad pun—no, this was the full-body, head-thrown-back, tear-filled kind of laughter that made everyone around you start grinning too, even if they didn't know the joke.
and it was over something dumb. kaminari had tripped over mina's fuzzy slipper and face-planted into kirishima's protein shake. chaos followed. you were absolutely losing it.
shoto watched as you grabbed your stomach and gasped, "oh my god—that was the dumbest thing i've ever seen—" and wiped at your eyes like it hurt.
he felt something twist inside his chest. something warm and terrifying.
he should tell you. he should lean forward, tap your shoulder, and just say it—i like you. i think i like you more than i'm supposed to.
but then you turned to him, smile still wide, and said, "what? why are you looking at me like that?"
and he panicked.
shoto shook his head, lips twitching just slightly. "nothing. you look... happy."
you beamed at him.
and the moment passed.
2. when you fell asleep on his shoulder
it was movie night again. the common room was quieter this time. only you, him, and iida, who had already fallen asleep thirty minutes in, glasses askew and arms crossed like a disappointed father.
you had slowly started leaning on him as the night wore on, drifting closer each time you yawned. he didn't move. not when your head tilted, not when your hair brushed his collarbone, not even when your hand settled lightly over his.
eventually, you dozed off completely. he could feel the rise and fall of your breathing, soft and steady, against his side.
shoto stared straight ahead at the flickering screen, but his heart was slamming against his ribs like it was trying to break out.
"i love you," he whispered, so quiet he wasn't sure if he actually said it or just imagined the shape of the words in his mouth.
you shifted slightly, brow furrowed, murmuring something incoherent.
he froze. held his breath.
but you didn't wake up.
so he stayed still. and didn't say it again.
3. when you got your heart broken
it was raining. of course it was raining.
you showed up at his door soaked and shaking with the kind of smile that didn't reach your eyes. he opened it without a word and stepped aside to let you in. you toed off your shoes, jacket dripping on the mat, and mumbled, "sorry. i didn't know where else to go."
he handed you a towel. "you always know where to go."
you sat down on his bed, towel wrapped tightly around your shoulders, hair clinging to your face. he made tea. it was silent, but not the uncomfortable kind. it was the kind that let you breathe.
"he broke up with me," you said, finally. "said i was... 'too much.' whatever that means."
shoto sat beside you, mug in hand. "it means they're an idiot."
you laughed, but it sounded hollow.
he wanted to say more. he wanted to tell you that you were exactly enough. that your laugh made the world quieter in his head. that your presence was the one thing that didn't overwhelm him.
but instead, he said, "you deserve someone better."
you leaned your head against his shoulder.
and he didn't move.
4. when he thought you might be slipping away
training had been brutal. everyone was sore, tired, and half-dead by the time aizawa dismissed them. but you looked worse than tired. you looked distant.
you hadn't texted him back in two days. you missed lunch. you didn't sit with him during the bus ride back. and he noticed—every bit of silence, every missed message, every glance that used to last longer.
so he waited outside the locker room, arms crossed, heart pacing faster than his footsteps ever could.
"hey," you said, blinking at him in surprise. you looked like you wanted to smile, but didn't quite manage it. "you okay?"
"i miss you," he said, too blunt, too honest.
your eyes widened a little. you laughed it off, but there was a crack in it. "i'm right here, shoto."
he looked at you. really looked. your hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. your eyes tired. your mouth tugging into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"yeah," he said. "you are."
but he didn't believe it. you were standing in front of him, but you felt like you were disappearing by the second.
he thought about reaching for your hand. about saying the words out loud, finally. but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and watched you walk away.
and he didn't say what he meant.
5. when you almost died
the explosions echoed down the street like thunder.
shoto didn't wait. he was already moving, already tearing toward the smoke, already deaf to the ringing in his ears and the shouts behind him. his vision blurred. his heartbeat drowned everything else out.
they said you were last seen inside the collapsed building.
he didn't think. he didn't breathe. he just ran.
the debris was everywhere. the smell of ash, blood, and panic choked the air. he called your name once. twice. again.
and then he saw your hand.
half-buried. covered in dust and cuts. but moving.
he dropped to his knees and started digging, calling your name again, voice shaking. his fire flared too hot, too close, and he forced himself to calm it—you couldn't get burned. not by him.
when he finally got to you, you were barely conscious, lips split, blood trickling down your temple.
"stay with me," he said, voice low and sharp with panic. "hey. look at me. you're okay. i've got you."
you mumbled his name. tried to smile.
he gathered you into his arms and held you like something sacred. he didn't let go until the medics forced him to.
that night he sat beside your hospital bed, fingers wrapped around yours, head bowed.
"i have to tell you," he whispered. "i have to. i almost didn't get to."
but your monitor beeped steadily, your face was still pale, and he couldn't bring himself to add anything more.
not yet.
so he waited.
+1. when you didn't let him walk away
it was late.
the dorms were quiet, shadows stretching across the hallway as he leaned against the railing outside. cold wind brushed against his cheek, but he didn't mind. he stood there, staring at nothing, waiting for the weight in his chest to go away. it didn't.
you found him like that, barefoot in socks, hoodie too big, voice small as you whispered, "you okay?"
he turned to look at you.
the wind caught your hair. the moonlight made your eyes look softer than usual. you looked tired, but more than that, you looked worried. for him.
he looked at you like he always did—with something like awe, like fear, like you were the sun and he wasn't sure if he deserved the warmth.
"i keep trying to tell you something," he said.
you stepped closer. close enough that your shoulder brushed his.
"then just say it," you whispered.
he hesitated. how many times had he rehearsed it? how many times had the words caught in his throat, choked back by fear or timing or circumstance?
you didn't move.
"shoto," you said softly, eyes never leaving his, "if you don't say it now, i think i might."
his breath hitched, and for the first time, he didn't flinch.
"i love you," he said.
it came out quieter than he meant it to. barely a whisper. but it felt louder than any explosion.
you smiled.
"finally."
then, you leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, like you'd been waiting forever. and maybe you had.
he kissed you back like he was making up for all the times he didn't say it.
and finally, finally, he didn't have to wait anymore.
when you reach the end of a series and your otp still isn’t canon:
i neeed a todoiida hockey player/figure-skater au soooo bad
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
MEETING SHOTO TODOROKI:
he probably notices you studying in the common room, always meticulously organized. he respects the dedication.
if your quirk is related to warmth or fire, he's automatically wary but intrigued. he'll observe you carefully, trying to understand how you control it.
accidental encounters are his weakness. bumping into you in the hallway, dropping his soba… he'll apologize profusely, then retreat into himself.
he appreciates directness. if you're the one to initiate conversation, he'll be surprised but relieved. small talk isn't his forte, so dive into a topic he can actually discuss.
if you're good at reading people, you'll notice the subtle shift in his eyes when he acknowledges you. it shows he's paying attention, even if he doesn't say much.
he is most likely to have met you because you were partnered up in class together for hero training. he was surprised you weren't afraid.
he first thinks you're pretty when he sees you smile; he hasn't seen you smile, though, but he believes your smile is worth protecting.
he finds himself having to protect you in class a lot, but you're strong for yourself.
SHOTO CRUSHING ON YOU:
he doesn't understand the warm feeling in his chest when you are near him. he wonders if he’s sick so he asks recovery girl but she just gives him a knowing look and tells him to ‘rest’.
he wants to understand your quirk better, not just from a strategic point of view, but because he wants to understand you.
soba dates become a 'thing' because it's a comfortable, neutral ground. he's happy to share his favorite spot, and secretly pleased if you enjoy it too.
jf you tease him, he'll get flustered and look away, a slight blush creeping up his neck. it's adorable.
he starts using his fire side more in training to impress you, but he's also scared of hurting you.
training with you becomes something he looks forward to. he really enjoys analyzing your fighting style and strategizing with you.
he starts noticing the little things about you – the way you laugh, the way you concentrate, the little quirks that make you you.
he secretly asks fuyumi for advice on how to be a better friend, making her extremely happy.
if he sees others being rude or disrespectful to you, a flicker of cold fury passes over his face. he'll step in, but subtly.
he starts spacing out in class and ends up getting in trouble.
he asks you to show him your quirk again.
his resting face is now soft when he is around you, and it makes everyone notice.
DATING SHOTO TODOROKI:
dates are quiet, thoughtful, and often involve food of some kind. he likes taking you to hidden ramen shops or quiet parks.
physical affection is something he's still learning. he might start with gentle touches like holding your hand or putting an arm around you.
he worries constantly about his father. he will never be a man like him, and he is afraid you will think he will be like him.
he loves cuddling you. he's warm and cold at the same time, so you're always at the perfect temperature.
he'll open up about his family, but it takes time and trust. be patient and listen without judgment.
he wants to protect you and keep you safe, but he also respects your strength and independence.
he’ll bring you small gifts – a flower he found in the garden, a limited-edition soba flavor, or a book he thinks you'll enjoy.
he listens intently when you talk and remembers everything you say. he shows he cares by paying attention.
comforting him after a nightmare about his past might involve a hug and a promise to stay by his side.
he burns himself on purpose in order to feel something other than the burning desire he has for you.
he will do his best to be your partner despite his anxieties and worries. he will make sure to put you first.
he will always cook soba for you, and he will always ask you what he can do to be better.
he will be flustered when you kiss him, but he will kiss you back.
his favorite thing is listening to you ramble about books that you love.
he gives his whole heart to you and trusts you will take care of it.
he'll get jealous, but he won't show it... just expect extra cuddles and attention to you that day.
he's very protective of you and makes sure you're comfortable in every situation. he will be your safe haven.
he loves to hold your hand, especially if you're nervous or scared. it's his way of grounding you.
he will make sure to show how much he loves you.
© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —
Made a little guy
WIP that I’m never gonna finish
You can keep him
