Under The Mistletoe HC

under the mistletoe HC

1-A boys addition

warnings: uhhh kissing? tamales and champurado, bakugou being bakugou, sero being sero, endeavor mention

summary: how some of the 1-a boys get caught under the mistletoe toe with you!

notes: HEY since it’s close to christmas, have these! this is just some of the class 1a boys, but i’m also writing for the girls which will have their own post! as will pro heroes if y’all are interested.

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

sero

- “hey mami”

- “sero NO”

- he definitely knew where all of the mistletoe was hung, or he was the one to put them up.

- would go one of two ways

- he slyly pulls you under a doorway with the mistletoe above the two of you and kisses you OR

- he’s so entertained with you that he doesn’t realize they’re under the mistletoe, and you’re actually the one who points it out

- WILL BLUSH,, even if he plays himself off as suave and confident, he practically dissolves when it comes to you.

- tell me he couldn’t like,, smile while you guys are kissing AH

- he would cradle your face and ask if he could kiss you

- when you say yes, he tries not to let it show how excited he is.

- his kiss is soft and sweet,, like, literally sweet, he’s been eating the sweet tamales you’ve made.

kirishima

- bb is lowkey insecure, so if you two were somehow caught under the mistletoe toe, he’d blush and APOLOGIZE

- “oh man! i’m so sorry, you don’t have to do this with me-“

- please silence him with some kisses

- if you take his hands in yours he’ll be plenty surprised, shocked even

- tbh he probably forgot mistletoe was a thing

- he was too preoccupied with the champurado and pan dulce to even notice when they were being hung, or where for that matter

- his kisses would be a little rough, he hasn’t kissed many girls, especially any girls as pretty as you.

- teeth my accidental clash together but the kiss is short and innocent.

kaminari

- this boy knew EXACTLY where the mistletoe toe was

- he wouldn’t even hide the fact that he wanted to kiss you

- relationship or not he’d be eager to kiss you any chance he got, and what better excuse to kiss you than being under the mistletoe

- he was trying to find his gifts in the large pile that sat under the huge christmas tree the class had managed to snag for the dorms

- he saw you enter the room and immediately went to pull you to the nearest doorway.

- when he pulls you into a kiss, it felt eclectic.

- that’s because he got a little too excited and sent a jolt of electricity through the two of you

- when you pulled away from the kiss, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. he short circuited

bakugou

- yeah good luck getting him to stay under a mistletoe, let alone under one.

- how the two of you managed to both be caught under the mistletoe was a mystery.

- BUT it totally wasn’t because kirishima and mina had sent the two of you to the same place in an attempt to get you two under the doorway.

- definitely not

- bakugou would immediately try to leave, it lowkey hurt, but you understood

- until sero challenged him, “you too chicken to kiss a pretty girl bakubro? i bet you’ve never even kissed a girl!”

- oh now bakugou was gonna do it out of SPITE

- the kiss was harsh, your teeth clashes together but bakugou gripped you by your shoulders, preventing you from pulling away

- finally getting a chance to breathe, he pushed you away with a faint blush on his cheeks, scowling at the others.

midoriya

- all i can say is, izuku is baby

- now this boy knows what’s supposed to happen, but is unsure if you want it to happen

- since his hair was so green, you and uraraka decided to pin little ornament looking clips onto his hair.

- in doing so, you hadn’t noticed that a little mistletoe charm was added.

- he’d walked up to you, a few drinks in one hand and balancing some tamales in the other.

- that’s when you noticed the clip, and as if on instinct to seeing it, you leaned in and pecked his lips.

- yeah he’s GONE

- blushing and covering his face while you took the drinks and food before he could drop them

iida

- he thought the tradition was inappropriate

- but he did have a crush on you

- you actually snuck up behind him on the couch and raised the mistletoe

- he was surprised to say the least, about to deny the chance to kiss, only to be cut off by your lips on his cheek, effectively shutting him up

- iida.exe has stopped working

- as if something switched in him, he turned around and pulled your lips onto his, kissing you for real this time

- everyone was shocked at the actions of their class president, however they cheered him on.

shoto

- let’s be honest,, my boi has no idea what it is

- you think enji let shoto celebrate christmas? no

- poor babe has no clue, so when he sees all of you decorating and wrapping gifts, he is completely at a loss.

- you actually take it upon yourself to teach him about christmas.

- when you get to the topic mistletoe he’s confused,

- “so, if you’re under this,” he says gesturing to the mistletoe, “you must kiss?” he confirms, lighting up a bit when he sees you smile and nod,

- “that’s right!” you cheer, only to be surprised when he pulls you into a kiss.

- would it be cliche to say his kisses taste like peppermint? it leaves a minty taste in your mouth, the feeling leaving you breathless

- “well that’s one way of getting into the christmas spirit”

shoji

- be gentle with bb boi

- you two actually bumped into each other, when he went to apologize however, he felt the mistletoe brush against his head.

- when he realized what it was, he blushed under his mask

- “would you look at that.” you giggle

-like kirishima, he’s insecure and apologizes

- you ask permission, unaffected by his looks,

- “are you sure? with me?” he tries to understand.

- “only if you want. you don’t even need to take off your mask.” you compromise, smiling at him

- he gently pulls you close and uses his arms to encase the two of you. you place your hands on his face and look at him for permission.

- feeling him nod, you gently pull down the front of his mask and press a soft kiss to his lips.

ojiro

- funny enough, the two of you were actually hanging them up.

- it didn’t click until he had lowered you on his tail from attaching it to the doorway, the two of you looking up and realizing the predicament you were in.

- he’s a good spirit on the holidays, so there isn’t much awkwardness after you two laugh it off.

- he places a hand on your neck and gently pulls you in, his lips planting themselves on yours.

- his kisses are soft, but you can feel the passionate energy within it.

- you bother we’re blushing when he pulled away, feelings beginning to stir within the two of you.

hiii, idk if you take request but i was thinking uhm maybe some latina!reader and like she teaches how to dance reggaetón/cumbia to the gurls and the boys interrupt and shoto is like sp flustered about it and thinks like “guau she’s beautiful” tysm in love with your writing

baila esta cumbia

pairings: shoto todoroki x latina!reader

summary: during your girls only sleepover, shoto walks in on you teaching the girls how to dance to cumbia.

warnings: m*neta, ooc, should be it

notes: Hi!! thank you for the kind words!! this is actually my first request! this was such a cute idea and i hope this is what you had in mind! even if just a little bit 😭

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“aw this is my jam!” you say moving rhythmically from your spot on the floor, clapping along to the familiar cumbia.

“what’s this?” asui asks, curiously looking over at your phone that was connected to the speaker.

see, the girls had decided they wanted to get together and have a sleepover, however, the rooms being too small, you all got permission to sleep in the common room.

the floor was littered with pillows, blankets and futons, as well as a multitude of magazines, cd’s, notebooks, snacks and such.

“it’s selena!” you say, almost in disbelief until you remember you were in japan. not a lot of people may know of her.

“how do you dance this stuff?” uraraka asks, also moving to the music from her futon, “here lemme show you!” you cheer, standing up and pulling her along with you.

the girls laugh as you take your hands in yours and begin showing her the simple steps,

“okay one foot back, right. now step foward-“

on the other hand, upstairs, a few of the boys decided to also have a sleepover in one of their dorms. this proved to be a bad idea because of the sheer amount of testosterone.

bakugou being bakugou wanted no part in it, also aided by the fact that shoto had decided to partake in the “guys only sleepover”.

some of the boys attempted to listen to the girls’ conversations, up until jiro suggested you played music to cover your voices.

“i bet they’re talking about their crushes!” mineta said, ear against the floor and scratching at it, “oh totally! you think (y/n) has a crush on me?” denki said, also pressing his ear against the floor.

while the boys talked amongst themselves, shoto noticed the lack of snacks.

“i’ll get more snacks.” was all he said before getting up and grabbing a few empty bowls. “no way! you can’t go down there!” mineta said, clawing at shoto’s pant leg, “they won’t mind me slipping by solely for snacks.” shoto deadpanned, shaking mineta off.

making his way down, shoto thought about what kind of snacks the others would like, mostly occupied with his thoughts until he exited the elevator.

“like this?” “yeah yeah! just like that!”

shoto could hear your voice over the music, although the other girls were also twittering amongst themselves, but your voice was the one he actively sought out.

you’d caught shoto’s eye early on, even if he was only there for learning how to become a hero. something about you had just drawn him to you, was it the way he thought your eyes sparkled in the sunlight and turned into the richest pools of honey.

maybe it was the way your curls bounced that entranced him.

or the way your completion reminded him of warmth.

or the way you smelled like sunshine.

once he turned the corner into the common room to make his way to the kitchen, he caught sight of you, the scene making him catch his breath.

he stared at you in awe, your face bright and jovial. he watched your footwork, the way your hips swung, the way you twirled your friends around as you danced along to the music that was bouncing throughout the room.

“you’re a natural!” you say to uraraka as she twirls you, your hair flowing around you. your energy amazed him, your happiness flowing out of you and reaching hi

shoto felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. he was so entranced by you, that he didn’t notice all the girls looking at him.

“you’re beautiful...” he whispered,

“you say something, sho?” he hears you ask, your voice pulling him out of his stupor. shoto cleared his throat as heat rose to his face, surprised he said that out loud. the boy raised the empty snack bowls he forgot he was holding, “snacks.” was all he said before shyly shuffling into the kitchen, back turned to you all.

“you heard that right?” you stutter, your own face flushing at his words, “ohhh yeah!” mina cheered, shaking you.

a few moments passed and shoto re-emerges from the kitchen, arms full of snacks and carefully balancing them.

before he could enter the elevator to go back up, he heard your voice call out to him,

“hey sho!” he whips his head around to see you nervously fiddling with your fingers, the other girls silently hyping you up.

“yes (y/n)?” he responds, curiously looking back at you,

“wanna dance?”

I FUCKING LOVE YOUR FICS Y ADEMÁS ERES LATINA/HISPANA AMOOOO JUST OMG I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING GOODBYE

yes yes!! thank you for reading them! i’m glad you enjoy them!! 🥺🥺✨✨

hii, hope you're doing well and enjoyed christmas with your family! can you maybe make a drabble or something similar based on a song? bc every time i listen to "tuyo by rodrigo amarante" i cant help but associate it with todoroki for some reason, anyways, if you can't it's completely fine! also: i really like your writing 💜

tuyo

pairings: shoto todoroki x latina!reader

summary: shoto hears your music and he suddenly becomes very interested in the language. 

warnings: spanish, fluff, kissing, think that’s it?

notes: HI! THANK YOU,, YES I HAD A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE YOU DID AS WELL,  I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IM SORRY ITS SO LATE,, AND THANK YOU FOR READING 😭

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

it was finally the weekend, homework finished and your next two days off, you decided it was about time to clean your room.

turning on your playlist, you danced and sang along to the familiar notes and words that flowed out of your speaker.

shoto looked up from his book, almost as if he were trying to see the music notes that had had their way to his room. granted they were slightly muffled, but the music made him want to sway. 

his curiosity got the better of him, setting his book down and poking his head out the door, trying to get a feel as to where the music would be coming from. 

realizing it wasn’t on his side of the dorms, he made his way to the female side of the dorms, noticing that the music was in fact coming from this side of the building. 

with what little information he had, he was able to pinpoint the music as coming from your room. see, shoto had been keeping his eye on you, not in the sense as he had midoriya, but in a normal boyish way. simply, you had caught his eye.

over the course of the semester, you’d taken on the job of cracking open shoto’s exterior. you joked that it was both too hot and or too cold for people to get even remotely close to him, but you always insisted that the high or low temperatures never bothered you. 

with that visual in mind, shoto could say that you used a fire extinguisher and a lighter to melt away his front, finally being able to get close enough to him to talk.

sure he was a little rough around the edges, but you understood, and once todoroki had come clean to you about his childhood, you knew you were never going to leave his side. 

smiling at the memory, he found his way to your room, knocking and waiting for your response. he could hear you singing inside, not fazed by his knocking at all, so he could only assume that you couldn’t hear him. 

trying the knob, he found it unlocked, turning it and opening up the door. to his amusement, not only were you singing, you were also dancing with your broom as your partner, hips swaying and feet moving along to the rhythm.

he leaned against the doorway with a small smirk, loving the way you had completely immersed yourself in your own element.

“todoroki!” you shouted in surprise, your face flushing a few shades darker in embarrassment, him having caught you in such a scenario.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” came his response, still standing under the doorway, “well don’t just stand there? come in!” you allow, going back to sweeping as he entered and gently shut the door behind him. 

you’d turned down the volume, it was still loud enough that it filled the room, but it was low enough to the point where he could hear you mumbling along to it. 

“you have a lovely voice.” he said, not looking up, almost surprised by his own words. turning to look at him with wide eyes, you felt your face getting hot once more. that seemed to be how it usually felt whenever you were around him. 

before you could thank him, he spoke again, “it’s spanish, correct?” he asks, fiddling with his thumbs while trying to keep it together. 

“yep,” you begin, setting your broom against the wall, “are you  familiar?” you ask, sitting next to shoto who had taken a seat on your bed. 

“no unfortunately, my father only had me learn english and french.” he muttered, annoyed with his father for not hiring him a spanish tutor amongst tutors for all other things. even when he was enrolled in a private academy as a child, he was made to learn english first and foremost.

“i hear your music constantly, and it sounds wonderful,” He said, head still hung, “i just wish i could understand it in the way you do.” you smile at him, surprised that he’s taken an interest in your language. 

“i could teach you some if you’d like.” you offer him. he seemed to have liked the idea, because his head shot up and his mismatched eyes met yours, “yes please!” he said with a nod.

“how about this song?” he suggests, your brain now going to tune into the music that’s been playing, breaking out of focus on the way his eyes looked at you. 

you listened to the words, flustering a bit at the song he decided to focus on. 

“Soy el fuego que arde tu piel. Soy el agua que mata tu sed” you repeated the lyrics, watching as his eyes widened a bit at your pronunciation and how easy the words seemed to slip off your tongue. the language he wanted to learn because he loved the ways your eyes brightened when you spoke it.

“what does it mean?” he asks you, unconsciously scooting in closer, “i’m the fire that burns your skin. i am the water that kills your thirst.” you translate, immediately seeing his eyes darken a bit as he pulls away. 

“why would they want to be the fire that burns you?” he asks, mind immediately going to the place it was in before midoriya helped him. 

“it’s not said in a literal sense.” you giggle at his honest confusion, his eyes softening at the sound of your quiet laughter. 

when you looked back up, your breath hitched at how close the two of you were, you could almost feel his breath fanning over your face. you couldn’t help the flicker of your eyes that went from his lips to his eyes, only to see him staring back at you,

“La garganta que ansío mojar. Que temo ahogar de amor. Y cuales deseos me vas a dar?” you mumble, afraid to move, the way you would when you see a deer in the woods, afraid to scare it off.

“what does that mean?” he whispers, you catch his eyes move down to your lips, staying there for a moment, his intense gaze making you lick your lips.

“The throat that I long to wet. That I fear to drown with love. And which desires will you give me?” you say, and as if the two of you couldn’t hold back any longer, leaning in, your lips are pressed together.

his hand goes to hold your neck, pulling you closer to him. your hands fly to his shoulders while his other hand goes to your waist, and with a gentle tug, you find yourself straddling his lap, never breaking the kiss. 

as the song finishes, you pull away, foreheads resting against one another. you can’t help the laugh that escapes your belly, the sound mesmerizing him, however he can’t hold back his own chuckles.

“are all of your spanish lessons like this? if so, i’d gladly have you be my teacher.” he says smugly making you laugh and pull him into another kiss.

(icy) hot chocolate

pairings: shoto todoroki x reader

summary: not only are you homesick, but you’ve also harbored feelings for the icy hot student in your class.

warnings: might be a curse?, ooc, doesn’t make sense, mentons of selena and chocolate de la abuelita 🤷🏽‍♀️

notes: pls have mercy, it was like,, 2 am, this one hops around and i might take it down,, but enjoy anyway !

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

after you’d finished your homework, or what you wanted to finish, you were left feeling a bit disheartened. your family sent you to this school in hopes of you being able to master and better your quirk, even going so far as to give you the opportunity to become a world renowned hero.

so after saying your goodbyes to your friends and family, you were on your way to japan.

the transition was slightly difficult, especially considering the amount of culture shock. the manners and daily life was so different from what you were used to, however it was helpful to have a few staff and students speak english to aid you.

Aizawa knew a bit of english, mostly due to being friends with present mic. all might spoke english as well, along with some students who were able to hold conversations with you in said language. momo and todoroki were the ones you mostly conversed with, momo was nice enough to help you in classes and in anything you had difficulty understanding.

you only knew shoto spoke english when he asked you a question one day during lunch. a non important one, but it sounded fluent enough, only responding with how his father put him and his siblings through private education during their younger years. apparently that’s where he began to learn the language.

you’d gotten along with the class pretty well, your personality allowing for a little bit of everyone to want to befriend you. despite all that, something drew you to the dual quirk user. was it his looks? his quiet nature? maybe his obliviousness that you sometimes found endearing.

it wasn’t long before the girls were able to tell that you’d been less than sneakily about eyeing him.

“you like him!” mina shouted one day at lunch, your hand slapping over her mouth to quiet her, the outburst earning a few confused glances from your other classmates.

“ooo (y/n)’s got a crush?” kaminari teasingly asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, “let go of her dipshit!” sero scolds, reaching over to yank his friends arm off you. you send him a grateful look, only to have it turn into one of disgust.

“did you just lick my hand!?” you shout, furiously wiping it on mina’s uniform, watching her laugh.

“but seriously (y/n), you can’t hide it from me!” she said in a sing-song voice, poking a finger at your chin and using it to turn your head to where todoroki was sitting, next to iida and midoriya.

“no way! you have a thing for todoroki?” denki announced, you and sero smacking him to shut him up.

your breath hitched when you turned to check if shoto had heard you, only to see his mismatched colored eyes staring right back at you.

you squeaked and ducked your head, covering your face with your arms, suddenly wishing someone’s quirk could just make you disappear.

with a few muttered apologies from denki, lunch had ended, and back to class you all went. you hoped and prayed you didn’t have to interact with shoto anytime soon.

as if the ancient deities of the past answered your prayers, you didn’t have to be in close quarters with him until classes ended, meaning you’d all be going back to the dorms.

forgoing dinner, you sat in your room, embarrassed.

“oh god, i bet he thinks i’m fucking weird.” you groan, flopping down onto your bed you palm your eyes. the sensation causing bursts of light to seemingly appear behind your closed lids. adding onto your embarrassment, you’d become upset, resulting in wondering about how things could be different back home.

of course this trivial little mishap didn’t deter you from wanting to attend UA, but it did make you wish you had advice from your friends and family back home. finding yourself missing them, you checked the time, realize it’s midnight. way past curfew.

you also realize that you’re craving something sweet. walking over to your little pantry, you pulled out a familiar pack of hot chocolate.

making your way quietly and carefully out your room, you hopped into the elevator and made your way down.

unbeknownst to you, someone had crept out of their room and pressed the button for the elevator, bringing it back up as you exited, walking to the kitchen.

you hummed to yourself, a familiar tune of a cumbia by a famous singer from your parents’ time.

pointing yourself some milk in a pot, you unwrapped the brick of a chocolate, savoring the smell. you broke the chocolate along it’s grooves, about to add in enough for you, only for a cough to draw your attention.

your head shot up at the sound, your voice caught in your throat at the boy who stared back at you

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” he says slowly walking up to where you were, “todoroki!” you exclaim in surprise.

“what are you doing up? i didn’t wake you up did it?” you ask him, worried you had disturbed his rest with your noise.

“don’t be silly. i already happened to be awake, i also heard you humming, what was it?” he asks, finally making his way next to you, so close that your shoulders were almost brushing, “oh! it’s called dreaming of you.” you inform him, dropping in the chinch of chocolate into the now warm milks

“want some?” you ask, gesturing to the pot you were stirring. “what is it?” he questions, leaning down and catching a whiff of the mixture, “it’s hot chocolate.” you respond.

“hot chocolate? it’s a beverage correct?” he asks, the question making you look up in surprise.

“yeah, it is. but why do you say it like you’ve never tried it.” you joke, waiting for a laugh or smile, only to receive a blank look.

“oh my god! you’re trying some.” you say definitely, watching his brows shoot up, “are you sure? i wouldn’t want to be a bother.” he says with a pink tint to his cheeks that you don’t seem to notice,

“just give me a few minutes and it’ll be ready.” you say adding in an extra chunk of chocolate for shoto, mixing it in and watching the milk turn a darker shade of brown.

“my grandmother used to make this for me all the time,” you share, watching how he stared at you intently, “she even used to add cinnamon.” you continue, making sure the chocolate has melted completely before turning off the stove.

before you could move, shoto beat you to the cabinet where he retrieved two mugs, yours and his.

shortly after moving into the dorms, the whole class had gone out to the mall in search of things that would make the dorms more homey, and to avoid any confusion, you all decided to get individual mugs.

yours was shaped like a frog, whereas shoto’s was a red and white striped mug, for obvious reasons.

serving the hot drink, you carefully handed shoto his. as he took the mug, your fingers brushed gently against one another, the feeling shooting a warm feeling throughout both your bodies.

the two of you quickly part, blushing and turning away from one another.

“careful, it’s hot.” you warn, although feeling stupid because of his quirk, “i can cool it down.” he says simply, placing the mug in his right hand.

“i... i overheard denki say something during lunch.” he said after a brief pause, your body freezing and nearly dropping the mug in your hands. quickly setting it down, you bowed your head, afraid to meet his eyes.

“i’m sorry about that, you must think i’m weird.” you apologize, still not meeting his gaze, unaware of how soft it fell on you.

“no not at all.” came his response, his answer shocking you. “in fact,” he says, setting down his mug, “i’m glad you feel the same way.”

his words made you nearly jump out in joy, your heart screaming and face flushing.

“feel the same way?..” you ask, slightly disbelieving his words, “yes, about having feelings for you. i have for quite a bit now.” he admits, a pink blush looking beautiful on his skin.

“todoroki i,” “shoto, please.” he cuts you off, “shoto... i-i feel the same way, although you already knew that.” you groan, a blush taking over your features as well.

“would it be alright of me to ask if you’d like to join me for an evening out?” he says shyly looking at you, his eyes darting between you and your mugs on the counter.

“are you asking me on a date?” you confirm, watching as he nods before standing straight and looking into your eyes, “yes.” was all he could say, a faint flame lighting up in his hair and on his shoulder.

“of course,” you answer, watching his face light up, his eyes showing how truly happy he was, even is his mouth only showed the hint of a smile.

“but you have to try the hot chocolate or else i’m not going.” you tease, watching him scramble to retrieve his mug, “calm down,” you giggle, “i’m only joking.”

he stares at you, a faint smile still on his lips, “well, here’s to us.” he toasts quietly, tapping your mug with his before raising it to his lips, taking a sip.

you gouged for his reactions smiling wide into your mug when you saw his eyes widen, “this is delicious.” he says looking at you, holding the drink close to his chest, “i’m glad you enjoy it, it’s mostly a comfort drink for me.” you say taking a few sips of your own.

“thank you for allowing me to share this drink with you.” he says gently nudging your shoulder with his, the action surprising you.

“thank you for reciprocating my feelings.” you say, daring to rest your head against his shoulder, considering he was slightly taller than you were.

“how could i not? you’re everything.”

“try this!”

pairings: tamaki amajiki x latina!reader

summary: you get bored, so one day you decide to test out some new foods with tamaki’s quirk.

warnings: sexual innuendo, tamaki being a blushy baby, spanish, yeah?

notes:don’t have much to say about this one but ENJOY!

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“baaaabe.” you say gently poking your head into the bedroom in your shared apartment. “y-yes love?” he responds, head looking up from the book he had in his lap.

you grinned and ran to the bed, launching yourself onto it. he made a sound of surprise as he scrambled to curl himself away from the way you jumped onto the bed.

you sat up on your knees and slapped your thighs, tamaki stared into your wide eyes and swore he saw sparkles in them. his face flushed at how close you were to him, noses practically brushing against each other.

“wha-what is it bunny?” he asked you, as you kissed the tip of his nose. “can we try something with your quirk?” you ask.

the poor boy froze and stared wide eyed, his face leaving his blank expression which then exploded into a flustered embarrassed look. you swear you saw steam coming out of his ears as he slumped down. confusion settling in on your face until a blush creeped up on your own.

“no no no! not like that! cochino” you say fanning your poor boyfriend. “what did you mean?” he quietly asked as you rested his head on your thighs, the blush never leaving his face.

“what have you eaten for your quirk?” you ask as he looks up at you, thinking for a moment. “well, chicken, ta-takoyaki, horse meat, clam, cow, and i think that’s all...” he thought aloud,

“there was also that crystal from the shie hassaikai raid.” he mumbles, “oh yeah! i remember that, well i doubt that tastes any good.” you respond, watching him shake his head, remembering the way the crystal went down his throat, nearly coughing at the memory. while you bounced excitedly in place at your idea, you just had to ask him, “can i feed you some stuff?” you ask bending down to press your forehead against his.

“sure bunny.” he said gently with a smile that matched yours. he reached a hand up to run it through your hair, making you giggle and place a kiss onto his lips.

“be right back.” you say getting up and running to the kitchen, to gather a bunch of foods and produce, running back into the room after about three minutes. tamaki sat criss cross on the bed, waiting patiently for your return.

you jumped back onto the bed, arms full of different foods. sitting in the same position as him, you lay out the foods next to you, tamaki staring at them warily.

you scoop up a piece of birria and hold it up to his mouth, “say ‘ah’.” you say laughing as he shyly opened his mouth blushing as you fed him. he chewed and swallowed, watching you as you waited for the food to settle. “okay go!” you saw after a few minutes, watching as he thought for a moment. suddenly, two little horns began to grow atop his head.

“woah!” you shout as you gently rub the horns, tamaki even watches in awe, eyes darting to the mirror on your vanity to check out his reflection. “now this.” you say holding up a piece of chicharrón to his lips.

he bites into the crunchy snack, flinching a bit at the loud noise it made while also leaning over your cupped hand to catch the crumbs. watching him chew and swallow, you ate the remaining piece and waited for him to activate his quirk.

he quickly covered his face and his eyes scrunched shut at a feeling in his nose, “you okay??” you ask slightly worried it may have had a negative effect on him, only to relax when he felt the tension in his nose dissipate, he did however feel something different.

slowly removing his hands, an adorable pig nose was in place of tamaki’s, the new feature twitching at the scent of the other foods.

“aw!! how cute!” you coo, pulling him into a hug, his face buried in your chest until he managed to wiggle his way out.

“next!” you cheer, looking through your various snacks and foods, this time unwrapping a paleta payaso.

“bunny that’s a lolly pop, i-i don’t think anything’s going to happen.” he says a little dejectedly, you chuckle and plant a kiss to his cheek, smiling when he flushes and tries to hide his face.

“can’t hurt to try, toma, it’s marshmallow inside.”you say holding the candy up to his lips, you wait patiently for him to take a bite, and when he does, his face lights up.

“t-this is really good.” he nods and tries to activate his quirk, only to become saddened when he sees nothing happened. before he could apologize, you gasp, “are you feeling okay? you went pale!” you explain, moving a hand to hold his hand, only to squeeze it.

that may sound normal, but no, your hand was really squeezing his like it had no bones, in face, the more you poked and prodded you realized his whole body was,

“like a marshmallow!” you laugh out, watching him pinch his own skin in amazement, “that actually might be useful...” he says more to himself.

“okay, what about this?” you say holding up a concha, “okay, now i really think that isn’t going to do anything.” tamaki offers, a little more excited to try the snacks and foods you’d feed him, even if some may not work with his quirk.

“just try it.” you say as he once again takes a shy bite of the pan dulce you fed him, waiting a moment and activating his quirk. he stared at his hands and watched as they slowly turned pink, both your gaze and his watching in awe as his whole skin turned a light pink.

“guess it’s the dye?” you offer. you noticed he had a few crumbs of sugar left on his cheek, so you slyly went and licked away the crumbs making him stutter. “wait!” you shout, making him jump and freeze. you lean in again and lick his cheek a bit, offering the poor boy no personal space, “tamaki, you’re sweet!” you cry out.

“i’m what??” he asks, lifting his hand to offer the tip of his finger a gentle lick, only to reel back in surprise when he did in fact taste sweet.

“if that’s what that does, only god knows what would happen to you if you tried a mazapán.” you joke to yourself, tamaki not understanding your implication.

“okay last one,” you say as you hand him a pansy flower, making him arch a brow and stutter. “it’s edible, I promise. my grandmother taught me this.” you say as he took the flower from your hand, biting it off it’s stem, chewing and swallowing it.

soon enough, small buds began to sprout all over his arms and a few on his face. you cooed at how adorable he looked covered in the purple and gold flowers. a few smaller ones that splayed across his face looked almost like freckles. some even grew out of his hair!

“ay que lindo!!” you shout. enamored with your boyfriend, you took his face in your hands and gently placed a kiss on his lips. tamaki sat rigid but soon melted into your kiss.

after a few gentle moments, you felt him place his hands over yours and kiss back. “i love you.” he says softly as more flowers begin to bloom over him, making you kiss the empty spots on his cheeks. “i love you too, Tama.” you say placing the final chaste kiss on his lips