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this is canon btw

There are these Stain and Iida rp accounts on Twitter that are always beefing and it makes me cry laughing

they left their umbrella :(

base on original art from here https://x.com/diz_korall_DB/status/1643655164119613449

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thank you new art for feeding us....

oh, to fly with you again

Push

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Content: Todoroki messes up when he pushes you away

[3,414 words]

      You’ve liked Todoroki for as long as you can remember. Or at least, it feels that way. It started small, just a lingering glance during class, a slight hitch in your breath when he spoke to you. But over time, it grew into something more, something heavy that sat in your chest like an untamed fire, desperate to be noticed.

      But he never noticed.

      Todoroki was kind to you, of course. He was kind to everyone. He never brushed you off, never dismissed you when you spoke to him. When you stood next to him during training, he would acknowledge you with a small nod, his heterochromatic eyes calm and unreadable. When you struggled in a fight, he would step in if needed, ensuring you were safe. But that was just how he was. Nothing about it was special.

      Nothing about you was special to him.

      It hurt in ways you never expected. To be close to him but never close enough. To have his attention in fleeting moments but never in the way you craved. He never noticed how your hands trembled slightly when he leaned too close, or how your voice softened when you said his name. He never saw the way your eyes lingered on his face, memorizing every detail as if it would slip away.

      You weren’t special. You were just another classmate, another person standing beside him in this journey to becoming a hero. And no matter how much you wanted it, Todoroki would never look at you the way you looked at him.

      So you swallowed the ache, buried it deep in your chest, and smiled back whenever he spoke to you. Pretending your heart didn’t break a little more each time.

      Todoroki doesn’t think much of it. The way you always seem to be around him, how you always pair up with him for training, how you remember the little things he says even when he forgets saying them at all. You were just… there. Always.

      But lately, something about it has started to bother him.

      It’s in the way you hover, lingering a little too long after conversations, showing up conveniently whenever he’s alone, offering help even when he doesn’t ask for it. It’s suffocating, and though he doesn’t want to be cruel, he finds himself growing frustrated.

      And then, you mess up.

      It happens during a training exercise. A mock battle, one that requires coordination and focus. You’re supposed to act as support while Todoroki takes the lead, but for a brief second, you hesitate. You’re too caught up in watching him, making sure he’s okay, and that moment of distraction costs him.

      A blast of fire misfires. A block of ice shatters at the wrong angle. He’s forced to retreat when he should have won.

      And it’s your fault.

      Todoroki rounds on you the second the exercise ends, chest rising and falling with barely contained irritation. The others are too distracted with their own battles to notice the way his eyes darken, his voice laced with an edge you’ve never heard before.

      "Why are you always in my way?"

      The words hit you harder than any physical blow could.

      You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes, waiting, hoping, for him to take it back. But he doesn’t. He just exhales sharply and shakes his head, his fingers clenching at his sides.

      "I don’t need you hovering around me all the time. Just… stop."

      Just. Stop.

      The air in your lungs turns to lead. You feel your face fall, the warmth that was always there when you were around him disappearing in an instant.

      He doesn’t realize what he’s done, not yet. He doesn’t see the way something in you breaks at that moment, how the light in your eyes dims just a little too much. He just turns away, walking off as if those words weren’t still echoing inside your head.

      So you do exactly what he asked.

      You stop.

      You stop waiting for him after class. You stop finding reasons to talk to him. You stop hovering, stop offering your help, stop searching for his approval. And when he speaks to you, you give him nothing but polite, detached responses, just like everyone else.

      At first, Todoroki doesn’t think much of it.

      Maybe you were just giving him space. Maybe he’d finally gotten through to you. It was what he wanted, right?

      But then, little things start to feel off.

      His favorite snacks, gone. For as long as he could remember, you’d always found ways to sneak them onto his desk before class, acting like it was no big deal. He never asked for them, never expected them, but they were always there. A neatly wrapped snack when he looked tired after training or his favorite beverage.

      He never thanked you properly. He just… got used to it.

      Now, his desk is empty. The absence is small but noticeable, like a quiet void only he can feel.

      And then there are the favors. The little things you used to do without thinking, offering to grab an extra bottle of water during training, covering for him when he wasn’t paying attention in class, keeping people from bothering him when he looked like he needed space.

      No one does that anymore.

      It’s not the snacks he misses. It’s not the favors.

      It’s you.

      He doesn’t realize how much he’s gotten used to your presence until it’s gone. The way you always said his name with warmth, how you always looked at him like he was worth something more than just a hero-in-training or Endeavor’s son. How you always showed up, no matter what.

      Now, you barely look at him. Your voice, once filled with something so painfully real, is distant when you speak to him, if you speak to him at all. You don’t linger anymore. You don’t wait for him after class.

      At first, he tells himself it doesn’t matter.

      But then, he catches himself watching you.

      Maybe it’s the way you laugh a little too easily at Kaminari’s dumb jokes. Or how you casually ruffle Midoriya’s hair when he’s stressing over notes. Maybe it’s the way you let Kirishima throw an arm over your shoulder without a second thought, or the way you offer Iida the same quiet patience you once reserved just for him.

      He watches how your eyes light up when you talk to others, how you smile in a way that makes people lean in, desperate to hold onto the warmth you give so freely. He watches how your fingers brush against someone’s arm when you speak, how you tilt your head just slightly when you listen, like whoever you're talking to is the most important person in the world.

      He used to be that person.

      The realization sits uneasily in his chest, something foreign and unfamiliar curling in his stomach. He’s never felt this before, this tightness, this weight pressing down on him whenever he sees you with someone else. It’s irrational. Stupid.

      He doesn’t want to care.

      And yet, when he sees you laughing with Bakugo, Bakugo, of all people, something sharp and ugly coils in his throat. It doesn’t make sense. He has no claim over you, no reason to feel like he’s losing something.

      Maybe it’s the way you don’t look at him like you used to. Maybe it’s how your eyes don’t linger on him anymore, how you don’t rush to his side like he’s the only person that matters.

      Maybe it’s the way he suddenly realizes how much he misses you.

      You, with your stupid, thoughtful gestures. Your annoying, unwavering attention. Your ridiculous habit of making sure he was okay even when he didn’t think he needed it. Todoroki doesn’t understand why it stings so much. All he knows is that he never cared about your attention before, why does he care all of a sudden now?

      Todoroki doesn’t know what’s wrong with him.

      For the past week, he’s been restless, annoyed at things that never used to bother him. Irritated when he sees you with others. Bothered by the way you don’t even glance at him anymore. It’s stupid. He knows it is.

      But the frustration keeps building, pressing against his ribs like a force he doesn’t understand.

      So, for the first time in a long time, he calls Fuyumi.

      She sounds happy to hear from him, chatting about her day, but Todoroki doesn’t waste time.

      "I think something’s wrong with me."

      There’s a brief pause before she hums, voice full of concern. "What do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"

      He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "There’s… this girl in my class."

      That alone is enough for Fuyumi to perk up. "Oh?"

      "She used to always be around me. Always doing little things, like bringing me snacks or making sure I was okay. I didn’t think much of it, but then I told her to stop because I thought she was being too much. And now she’s gone. Well, she’s still there, but she doesn’t talk to me like before. It’s like she doesn’t care anymore."

      Fuyumi is quiet for a second. Then,

      "Pfft, " She bursts out laughing.

      Todoroki frowns. "What’s so funny?"

      "You, " She wheezes between laughs. "Oh my god, Shoto, you absolute, " She takes a deep breath, composing herself before saying, "You like her, dummy."

      Todoroki blinks. "What? No, I— "

      "You totally do!" she interrupts. "You just described every classic ‘I screwed up because I pushed away the girl I like’ scenario. Oh, Shoto, this is hilarious."

      He stares at the wall, processing her words. That can’t be right. He’s never thought about liking anyone before. He’s never needed to. He thought this feeling was… what? Frustration? Annoyance?

      But then he thinks about the way you used to smile at him, how your attention always made him feel seen in a way he never realized he craved. How his heart felt less heavier around you. He thinks about how much he misses the sound of your voice directed at him.

      He thinks about how your absence feels like something hollow in his chest.

      And suddenly, he feels stupid.

      "Oh." The word comes out quiet.

      Fuyumi just chuckles. "Oh, indeed."

      Todoroki is still trying to process everything when Fuyumi finally stops laughing.

      "Okay, okay," she sighs, still sounding amused. "Let’s break this down, because clearly, you’re hopeless."

      Todoroki frowns. "I’m not hopeless."

      "You are absolutely hopeless," she corrects. "You didn’t even realize you had a crush until five seconds ago."

      He has no argument for that. Rubbing his temples, he exhales. "Fine. Whatever. What do I do now?"

      Fuyumi hums in thought. "Well, first of all, do you even know how badly you messed up?"

      He hesitates. "I… might’ve been a little harsh."

      "A little?" She repeats dryly.

      Todoroki is silent. He thinks back to your face that day, how your expression fell, how the light in your eyes faded in an instant. How you just… stopped looking at him after that.

      He swallows. "I didn’t mean to hurt her."

      Fuyumi’s voice softens. "I know you didn’t, Shoto. But that doesn’t change the fact that you did."

      There’s something heavy about that realization.

      "So what do I do?" he asks again, this time quieter.

      Fuyumi hums again. "You need to apologize, obviously. But that’s not enough. If you really want to fix things, you have to show her that you mean it. That you actually care."

      Todoroki nods slowly. He wants to fix it. He wants you to look at him again, to talk to him like you used to.

      But then another thought hits him.

      "What if she doesn’t forgive me?"

      There’s a pause.

      "Then," Fuyumi says gently, "you have to accept that. But at least you’ll know you tried."

      It’s not the answer he wants. Todoroki makes a decision. He’s going to make things right.

      Todoroki doesn’t expect this to be so difficult.

      He thought that once he made up his mind, he’d just talk to you, say what he needed to say, and that would be it. Simple.

      But every time he tries, you slip away.

      The first time, he spots you after class. He walks up, determined, but the moment you see him, your expression shifts, eyes wide, lips parting slightly in surprise. Then, just as quickly, you turn and mumble something about needing to be somewhere before practically bolting out of the room.

      The second time, he catches you in the hallway, calling your name. You freeze for half a second, but instead of turning around, you dip into the nearest classroom without a word.

      The third time, he corners you at the training grounds, thinking this is it, only for you to suddenly join Uraraka and Midoriya in a conversation, completely ignoring his presence.

      It keeps happening. Over and over again and he doesn’t understand why.

      You’re avoiding him. That much is clear. But what confuses him the most is the way you avoid his gaze, like you’re afraid of looking at him too long. Like being near him is too much and Todoroki hates it because even though he was the one who pushed you away, now that he’s chasing after you, you won’t let him catch you.

      So, he does the only thing he can think of.

      He waits.

      And when he sees you walking alone down the hallway after training, tired, relaxed, unaware, he moves before he can stop himself. You turn the corner, and suddenly, he's there.

      You startle, eyes going wide, but before you can slip away again, Todoroki steps forward, closing the distance. You back up instinctively, one step, then another, until your shoulders hit the wall.

      Trapped.

      Your breath hitches. He’s close. Closer than he’s ever been before, his face mere inches from yours. His arms rest on either side of you, blocking any escape. The scent of his soap, clean, faintly like cinnamon and frosty mint, lingers in the air between you.

      For a moment, neither of you speak.

      Then, softly, too softly, he murmurs, "Why are you running from me?"

      Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure he can hear it. You swallow hard, hands clenched at your sides.

      "I’m not, "

      "You are," he cuts in. His voice isn’t harsh, but it’s firm. Determined. His mismatched eyes bore into yours, searching, demanding answers. You turn your head away, but he leans in just slightly, refusing to let you hide.

      "I need to talk to you," he says, quieter now. His voice is steady, but there’s something underneath it, something unsure, something desperate. Your fingers tremble at your sides. You try to keep your breathing steady, but it’s impossible when he’s right there. Because even after everything, even after the way he hurt you… you still like him. And you’re terrified that if you let yourself fall again, this time, there won’t be anything left to catch you.

      Todoroki watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. The air around you feels thick, tense, like every second draws out longer than it should. He doesn’t understand why you're avoiding him. You’ve been slipping through his grasp at every turn, and it’s eating at him more than he’s willing to admit.

      But as you stand there, pressed against the wall, he can’t hold it in anymore. His frustration bursts out in a way he didn’t expect, his voice cracking slightly, making it sound more vulnerable than he wants it to.

      "Why are you avoiding me?"

      It’s not an accusation. It’s almost like a plea, a desperate question that escapes his lips before he can stop it. There’s a rawness to his voice, raspy, strained, like he’s holding something back, something that might shatter if he speaks too much.

      You flinch at the sound of it.

      The way his voice cracks, like he’s not sure if he can bear the answer, hits you harder than it should. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to run. It’s too much, too close.

      But you can’t move.

      You open your mouth, but the words tumble out before you can stop them. He blinks, confused, and you feel your face flush, your heartbeat hammering in your chest. You shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts, but your words come out in a frantic rush, spilling the truth you’ve been hiding.

      "I’m scared that if I see you again... my feelings will just make things worse. I still like you, Todoroki. I didn’t want to act on them because I thought... I thought you’d hate me more."

      Your voice cracks at the end, the fear in your chest making it hard to breathe. You finally turn your head, eyes looking away, not able to meet his gaze anymore.

      Todoroki’s breath catches as you speak. He stands there, his hand still placed on the wall beside you, but the intensity in his eyes softens.

      "You think I hate you?" he asks, voice low, almost... hurt.

      You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. His question is gentle, almost as if the thought of it had never occurred to him. The realization strikes you like lightning, he doesn’t hate you. Not at all.

      But you’re too afraid to answer, your voice stuck in your throat.

      The silence grows thick again, and Todoroki steps closer, closer than before, his gaze unwavering. He looks down at you, and this time, there’s no anger, no frustration. There’s only something softer, something almost... pleading.

      Then, finally, he speaks again, and his voice is quieter than ever, thick with something you can’t place.

      "I’m sorry," he says, his tone filled with genuine remorse. "I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I shouldn’t have pushed you away."

      You look up at him now, and his eyes are full of regret.

      "I miss you." His voice cracks just slightly, and it’s then that you realize he feels it too.

      He breathes in, his expression shifting to something more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen. He swallows hard before finally admitting it, his voice so soft, almost a whisper. "I like you, too."

      Your eyes widen, your heart stuttering as his words sink in. He likes you? He likes you?

      The world feels like it’s tilted, like time itself has stopped. For a second, you can’t breathe. You just stare at him, processing the revelation that shatters everything you thought you knew about this moment, about him.

      The world around you seems to blur as the silence stretches, the words hanging between you two heavy with possibility. Todoroki stands so close now, and despite the rawness of the moment, there’s a warmth that fills the space between you. His confession echoes in your ears, and for the first time in so long, you feel like the weight of everything has finally lifted.

      But in this moment, words don’t seem enough. The nervous energy that’s been building up between you finally erupts, and without thinking, you move. You reach up, gently cupping his cheek. Your heart beats so loudly in your chest, it’s all you can hear as your breath catches in your throat.

      And then, you lean in.

      You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not when you’re so overwhelmed by the raw emotion in the air, not when you’ve been waiting for this moment, this release, for so long. You brush your lips softly against his cheek, the sensation sending a warm shudder through him, as though your touch was enough to leave him shaken.

      The kiss lingers only a second before you pull back, your heart racing. You’re so close now, and for the first time, you see the uncertainty in his eyes fade away, replaced with something softer.

      Todoroki blinks, stunned, as his hand instinctively rises to touch his cheek where you kissed him. His face is flushed, the warmth spreading across his skin like fire. He shudders slightly, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so vulnerable and caught off guard. His fingers still linger on his cheek, the spot where you kissed him, his blush deepening as he looks at you, still unsure of what to do next. His eyes widen just a fraction, and his voice falters when he finally speaks.

      You only smile, a soft, tender smile that reaches your eyes. It’s the kind of smile that says everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve wanted to say but couldn’t.

      Because, right now, words feel unnecessary. This moment is enough.

Kuroiro and Monoma being besties is canon trust me, Horikoshi told me!!!!

Thank you for everything, Kohei Horikoshi

What severe daddy issues does to a motherfucker

Bonus if they have a younger sibling they despised growing up (and tried to kill)

Michael Afton 🤝 Toya Todoroki

They could've just shot me in the head instead of this

Collection of shotos from this chapter because I love him

aizawa's typical night patrol shift

saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

forehead katsuki 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Bonus: Catsuki

Born to be loved in a shojo romance

Forced to suffer in a battle shonen

This is what happens when I’m left unattended with adult money

I go and spend $70 on Shinso merch

Should've sent shinso to fight dabi, man does NOT shut the fuck up

Shinsou hero costume figure!!

[from twitter]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[probably jisung and felix at one point]

Felix: No offense but my IQ is probably five times more than yours.

Jisung: Five times zero is still zero.

Hank’s unrestrained summer fun.

I wouldn’t call myself quirky but there is definitely something wrong with me

I feel called out 😅

I live my life thinking one day I’ll end it all but the truth is that I’m fucking pathetic and a coward. I don’t think I’ll ever go through with it. I don’t want to live this miserable life forever. I wish someone or something could just kill me. I want to be free

04.06.20 | 14:49

I don't want to die, but I wish I could stop existing for a while... I'm tired, so tired that sleep doesn't help. I'm not tired physically but mentally. I can't get away from my mind, and my mind is not a peaceful place right now.

love isnt enough this time, it’s not enough to save me, im too far gone

(via fxck-every-1)

You go home, you look in the mirror, you cry, you think you are ugly, you think you are fat, you want to die and the worst thing is, the next day it happens all over again until the day you give up.