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“That tickles!” // Deku @ Todo

Physical Contact Starters @mcwscollective

Shoto huffs out a short laugh, a small smile sticking to his lips as he pulls his hand away. Izuku had found him in his room, carefully practicing with flame in the palm of his hand, trying to see how low he could keep the heat of his fire before it went out. This was good training, having to concentrate to keep the flames from petering out. 

Izuku had been a little alarmed to see Shoto with a hand in the fire, so he’d been quick to assure his friend that it didn’t hurt. The flame was hot, but not hot enough to burn if you simply passed your hand through. And of course Izuku had wanted to try. He had been nervous, not wanting to burn him on accident. But Izuku had been the one to make him realize that the fire could be his own, and Shoto wanted to show him (and maybe even more so, show himself) that his fire didn’t have to hurt and burn.

“It does kind of, doesn’t it?”

“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” // momo @ todo

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

There was another moment of silence on Shoto’s part before he sighed. Accepting help was a complicated thing for him, even now that he was making friends. Part of him considered injuries like this a lesson to do better next time, though he knew that was just the internalized teachings of his father. It frustrated him that acknowledging that still wasn’t usually enough to get him to ask for help. Or to stop him from feeling that he had to do better and be better if he was going to achieve his goals in spite of his father. He just had to look at it from a more logical perspective.

“Okay.. Thank you.” He didn’t want the injury to get worse, or for Aizawa or another teacher to notice that something was off, that would just lead to questions and attention he didn’t need. So Shoto rolled up his sleeve to show Momo the laceration on his left forearm, it wasn’t too deep but it did run almost from his wrist to elbow. While no longer bleeding, it certainly didn’t look happy. He needed to improve his close quarters combat. 

“Do you think we could keep this between us?” He asked, careful to keep his voice casual.

@despairfelt​ | Shoto & Camie | sc

Shoto didn’t know much about Camie aside from the fact that she had been drugged and impersonated by Toga in Provisional License Exam. Now that they’d had a few training sessions together, he also knew that she was the most upbeat person he’d come across, and spoke in a way that had Shoto questioning that they both spoke the same language. At the beginning of the year, he probably would have left things at that. But now, after Izuku had come into his life, and with the knowledge that cooperation and teamwork were his weak points, Shoto felt that he should try to be friendly. Still, small talk wasn’t his forte. 

“So.. How does your quirk work? Can you make anything you can think of?” Surely that was friendly, people liked to talk about themselves. Well, he didn’t, but Shoto knew enough about people to realize he was an outlier in most cases.

“ i’ll be right here with you the whole time. ” // deku@todo

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Shoto’s mouth is already opening to tell Izuku that he can handle this by himself before he realizes that Izuku likely hadn’t meant to imply that he couldn’t. He was simply offering what he always had: unfettered support. So Shoto closed his mouth and gave a curt nod instead. He was sure that support wasn’t one of those things that should be difficult to accept, though the idea still felt unfamiliar to him. Maybe it was something he’d get used to, like having a group of friends. He’d do the same for any of them, so he supposed it was only fair that he let them reciprocate that support.

“Thank you, Izuku.” 

“ i don’t want you to get hurt either. ” // momo@todo

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“I’ll be fine.” Shoto told her as he stepped in between Momo and the villains they were facing. She’d already taken down a few, but he could tell that she would be reaching her lipid limit soon. This might get tricky since he was outnumbered and a few of them had long range quirks as well, but all he needed to do was buy time for the others to get here. He’d simply reached Momo the quickest. So he stomped his left foot down, sending spikes of ice shooting towards the enemy and a wall of ice in front of Momo for good measure as one of the villains jumped away from his attack and shot metal spikes from his body. One grazed his arm before he could get a shield of ice in front of himself as well, but it wasn’t that deep, he’d be fine. 

 “Momo, “ He called out. “Do you think you could make one more medium sized item? I have an idea..”

"Aqua’s Barbie Girl? What’s that?”

“I’ve been listening to Aqua’s Barbie Girl on repeat for three days… At this point I feel I have enough confidence to punch god in the balls.”

“ sure. “  now that most things are out in the open, shoto isn’t too surprised that all might had questions for him, though that didn’t mean he was prepared. the words ‘i don’t know’ hung in his throat, it would be the easy way out, but it didn’t answer the question and wasn’t necessarily true. but thinking about what he wants without relating it back to his father even as a form of protest, was still relatively new to him. 

“ i don’t think i care about being number one anymore. “  he answered carefully.  “ or it’s not my main goal. “ if he were being honest, he probably didn’t have the outgoing personality expected of a number one hero. of course, then again, neither did his father.  “ i just want to help as many people as i can.. i want to be the kind of hero that could forgive my father. “  how could he be a hero in the truest sense of the word if he held on to so much bitterness and anger? 

✧ ✦ ✧  @quirkdriven​  ❤‘d ( for todoroki! )

        “can i ask you something?” all might certainly has more time to spend one-on-one with his students, now that he can’t go off fighting villains when he’s supposed to be in class. but he finds that with this extra time comes necessary conversations he hoped he’d never have to have. and he hates to admit it, but his recent run-in with endeavor has shaken him to his core. 

nonetheless, here he sits, in front of the youngest todoroki, with his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea in hopes of keeping them from shaking.

“your father’s goal was always to surpass me. i have to assume yours was too.” he looks up at him, figuring he’s stared into the hot liquid long enough. “now what happens? with him at number 1, what are you working toward? what sort of hero do you, want to be, kid?”

It hadn’t really been on purpose, finding their missing teacher. But the four of them couldn’t just completely keep themselves from looking. Shoto hadn’t honestly expected they could with their searching kept under wraps on the weekends and evenings. It was simply a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Or maybe the wrong place considering how much trouble like this they got into. But they wouldn’t turn down a chance like this, and they’d alerted Endeavor as well as All Might. They would just back off when the pros arrived, and get their professor out of harms way in the meantime if they could. 

They’d had to split up to ensure they could cover enough square feet to maximize the advantage a surprise attack gave them. Bakugou had gone off on his own while Izuku and Kirishima were also searching elsewhere. Shoto had also chosen to go alone. He can tell he’s got the right direction as the number of guards he has to get through rises, but with one stomp of his foot the hallway is covered in ice, effectively immobilizing the three men present for the time being. He hurries down the hall, to the only door that’s ajar, sighing in relief as he sees the familiar form of Aizawa. It’s only dampened slightly at the obvious list in his posture and the stalled quality to his words. 

“ It’s me, Sensei. Todoroki. “  He steps closer, shooting a quick text to Izuku.  “ I’m going to take off the blindfold. “ Shoto announces before gently reaching up to slide the blindfold off of his teacher’s head.  “ Pro heroes are on their way. But we should try to get you out of here now. I’ll untie you. “ 

@quirkdriven said:  💉💉 

They stopped letting him be awake once he overheard and started asking questions.  Or threatening, he doesn’t quite remember which one.  Something about someone likely wanting him out of the way or wanting information.  The latter is less likely given the logistics.  It’s alarming to know that there’s at least three more people in the world who know about the way his quirk works.  It wasn’t a clean takedown, but it was efficient enough that he hadn’t had entirely enough time to register what was going on.  There was frustration at some point that he didn’t know the topic of only that it often meant something else bruised or buzzing fingers that left burns where ever they touched.   There’s a sound he recognizes, but can’t place.  A sort of cracking noise that he thinks he’d be able to name if he could actually think.  The door lets in an abnormal chill that doesn’t seem right.  If he strains he can pick up what sounds like complaining coming from outside.  There’s definite footsteps that sounds like a person coming towards him.  Thick fabric still obscures his vision and his mouth is slow to open in an attempt to snap something vaguely defensive.  “Said fuck off.” 

“Why not just save yourself some time and walk through a car wash then?”

“I’m washin’ me and my clothes!” He’s drunk as fuck.

♟ : Patching up a wound ( shoto and camie )

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“Thanks Camie. “  The wound is on the back of his shoulder, and he can’t reach it himself otherwise he might have insisted on patching it up himself. He simply hadn’t been quick enough, his guard had been slipped. Honestly Shoto was lucky that his crash through the window had only left a gouge in his shoulder and not anything worse. It was unfortunate, however, that it made it harder to lift his right arm. That would make using his ice difficult, but he was sure that he could power through the pain if needed. He glanced back towards her as he felt gentle fingers press the bandage against his shoulder, she’d been efficient and Shoto remembered that she did have a year’s experience on him. 

“ You didn’t get hurt, did you? I have more supplies in my belt if you need them. “ 

aemulo​:

“I tried, but they jus’ call the cops on you.”

“Pity. Did you explain how efficient it would be?” 

Keigo is just going to ruffle Shoto’s hair without explanation. (The kid needs to lighten up and he’s trying to help!)

Shoto frowned as he looked up to the Pro Hero, though he didn’t make a move to fix his hair yet, he simply looked confused. 

“What was that for?” 

symboliic​:

             all might isn’t honestly sure what he hopes to gain from this, but it feels important to have the conversation anyway. it won’t be until nearly halfway through their talk that he realizes he’s doing it not for himself, but for young todoroki. sure, there’s a bit of catharsis in there for him; closure, if you will, for his stepping down and the elder todoroki’s rise. but none of that has anything to do with the young man in front of him, and when he finally understands, it’s like a weight off his shoulders.

(he’s never considered himself to be a good teacher. not to his classes, not to midoriya, not to anyone. he’s been so focused on himself. maybe that can finally start to change.)

“y’know, i think that’s very wise of you.” not that he doesn’t think he has it in him, at least in terms of power. “there are plenty of heroes who don’t want to be at the top,” he says. “but very few of them actually have what it takes anyway. it takes a rare kind of person to have it all but still set your sights on something else.” he smiles, just a little. it’s nothing like the big, bold, glistening smile of his hero persona, but it’s somehow more genuine, like this. 

“i…” he hesitates. “i don’t know what happened between you and your father.” and he doesn’t need to; todoroki has made it very clear that whatever the reason, the two are not on good terms. “but if you’re looking ahead to forgiveness…” he finds himself lost in thought for a moment. “then your mind, and your heart—” he pokes the other’s chest. “are already in the right place.” 

he looks back up at all might as his teacher begins speaking, he wasn’t quite expecting this new goal to be called wise. while shoto knew that the number a hero reaches doesn’t truly encapsulate their worth as a hero, becoming number one had been the goal drilled into him almost since he could remember. to his father, this new goal wouldn’t have been anything to praise at all. or maybe that wouldn’t be the case anymore, now that his father was trying to change. but shoto didn’t know how deep that change went just yet. he’d have to wait and see. 

“thank you. i’ll still be trying my hardest though.” now that he’s actually talking about it with someone, it does feel more like something he wants for himself and his family. he wants to be able to visit his mother as a pro hero and tell her about the things she’s done and the people he’s saved. he wants to be able to provide comfort and peace to people in a crisis. this was why he’d loved all might as a child, in stark contrast to the atmosphere his father brought to a room. “i don’t think bakugou or izuku would accept anything less anyway.” his mouth quirked up into a small smile at the thought. it was odd to consider that he’s at the point where he can just speak with all might like this, especially with how complicated their relationship is now because of endeavor. but he doesn’t blame all might for that, and he can’t imagine his teacher holds it against him either. 

“you spoke to him, at the remedial training?” while he’d been trying to ignore his father’s attendance, he had seen the two of them sitting together before the children had taken all of his attention. “do you think he’s truly trying to change?” hearing the opinions of others didn’t necessarily affect how he felt about the situation, he already knew his sister and mother were inclined to forgive him while his brother couldn’t. but all might knew his father longer than he or his siblings had, and he knew him in the context of a hero and a rival. if there was anyone besides his family that endeavor had to change for, it was all might. 

27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair // dabi @ shoto

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

Shoto had been, not intrigued, but curious about Dabi ever since they’d first met. The way the other man had said his name that night at camp had been off, full of more recognition or mocking than he would have normally expected in a first meeting, even with a villain. Of course it was possible that Dabi just knew who his father was. Shoto was easily recognizable and his father had no shortage of enemies. Still, something nagged at him and he couldn’t place it for the life of him.

This second meeting wasn’t going much better than the first, they had been forced into close combat more quickly than Shoto would have liked, and he was unable to use his ice to it’s full potential simply using it to block blue fire before another attack came. It didn’t long for the speed of the attacks to break through his ice, his attempts to stop this only resulting in an explosion similar to his flashfreeze heatwave and sending him flying to the ground. A hand was already in his hair by the time he tried to scramble to his feet.

His breath caught as the hand in his hair tightened, and he automatically straightened to ease the pull, his hand reaching up to feel a scarred wrist, staples scraping against his palm. His hand cooled on instinct, frost spilling from his fingertips, but Shoto wasn’t sure if he’d be able to protect himself against Dabi’s fire at such a close range if the villain decided to burn him. This still didn’t stop him from jabbing an elbow back, trying to get a hit in though he couldn’t see the older man, he wasn’t about to be cooperative. 

“If you’re looking for Bakugou again, I’m not going to help you, so you’re wasting your time.”

The call of his name snaps Shoto out of whatever daze he seemed to have been in. He didn’t recognize the man in front of him, but given his outfit and questions, Shoto could only assume he was a hero. Glancing behind the man, Shoto realized he didn’t really recognize his surroundings either, he must have zoned out of his way back from the store. But he had to answer so he didn’t concern the hero any more than he may have already.

“Yes, that’s correct. I was just getting some supplies, I hadn’t realized it’s gotten so late.” Shoto told the hero, raising the bag that had been hanging low in his limp grip. This wasn’t good, he hadn’t lost focus like that in a while. What if some villain had attacked? He wasn’t even sure what he had been thinking about.

“I’ll return now, thanks for the reminder.” Looking around again, Shoto frowned, just a small twitch of his mouth. He didn’t really want to ask this, but he couldn’t just wander around looking for the train stop given how late it already was. “Actually, do you know where the nearest train stop is?” 

@quirkdriven​ | Daiki Starters

Staring at the youngest Todoroki, Daiki finds himself wondering how he got into this situation.

Had the young man gotten lost? While Tokyo wasn’t too far away from UA, he didn’t understand why one of the students would be out at this time of the day. It was nearly sundown and he was sure the school at a curfew, so if he didn’t get back to the school soon, he’d most likely get in trouble.

Frowning to himself, the hero sighs deep, adjusting the groceries in his arm and approaching him.

“Todoroki Shoto, right,” He chirps, smiling down to the student, “What are you doing out at this time of the day? Do your teachers know you’re out this late?”

keshimasu​:

  That would explain a lot of things.  The cold, the noise.  The new question if there were frozen bodies outside the door.  At least to his knowledge Shoto hadn’t killed anyone yet, he’d heard about him being ‘merciful’ at usj, but it was still slightly alarming to think about.  Frostbite and hypothermia could set in quickly even if they were just stuck up to their ankles.  “You-” he is trying to put on a teacher voice, but the sudden light cuts him off.  It almost immediately gives him a headache and has him squeezing watering eyes shut.  “Wait-we?”  He does his best to open eyes and glare, but the fine muscle control isn’t quite there and he barely succeeds in squinting.   “You’re not alone.”  Shouta makes a mental note to yell at them later, trying to make sure he’d remember later.  Arms prick with pins and needles once circulation returns and he awkwardly flaps hands around trying to get feeling back into them.  “Of course.  Why would you be smart for once?”  A part of him acknowledges he should be grateful and he doesn’t have the capacity to actually get angry, but it’s a repetitive habit he doesn’t want students repeating any more.  “Who else is here?  Who’d you call?”   To his credit, he doesn’t immediately buckle upon standing.  Just sort of lurches and ends up holding onto the chair.  It’s dizzying the way his heart is racing after not having to fight gravity as hard, muscles barely functional from disuse and drugs.  His wrists are still raw from multiple attempts at breaking out, shoulders sore from being forced back.  Something’s probably dislocated in his chest, likely a rib.  “Fuck.”

Aizawa seems about as displeased as he’d expected, as they’d all expected really, but it hadn’t been enough to stop them from getting involved. Still, Shoto was sure they were quickly reaching the limit on the amount of times they could get off with warnings for things like this. And that’s if this didn’t end up being the final straw, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it if it meant they could get Aizawa out of there. “I’m not.. I’m with Midoriya, Bakugou and Kirishima. We split up to cover more ground.” 

He watched carefully as his teacher worked at getting feelings back in his harms, Shoto’s own body still facing the doorway in case they were interrupted. “We didn’t exactly do this on purpose. We just got lucky. Saw one of the men who took you while we were in the area.” He steps forward automatically as Aizawa falters a bit, holding out an arm for him to take if he needs it. Shoto of all people knows that not everyone wants to be made to accept more assistance than they need, but he’d be happy to help Aizawa walk if necessary. “I called my father.” Not something he’d really wanted to do, but he’d known the man would answer and he could respect his father’s work as a hero. Now wasn’t the time to let personal problems get in the way. “I’m pretty sure Midoriya let All Might know as well.” 

He led the way towards the hall, he knew he’d need to thaw the men there soon to avoid any undue damage, but he needed to get Aizawa out first. Maybe he could hand Aizawa off to Izuku and come back. Or maybe his father would arrive and be able to deal with them. “How badly are you hurt, Sensei?” While his expression didn’t change much, there was visible concern in his eyes. They still had to get back out of the warehouse, but Shoto would protect his teacher with all he had. As he knew the man would do for him.

“letting go hurts… a lot.” ( weiss @ shoto ! )

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“ it can. “  shoto isn’t one to sugar coat things, but weiss generally isn’t the type to appreciate that sort of thing anyway. it’s one of the reasons they get along so well.  “ but you wouldn’t be letting go in the first place if it wasn’t for the best. in my experience, I wasn’t ever even letting go of the reality of the situation anyway. just what i wanted or hoped it could be. though sometimes that’s the harder thing to let go. ”  he didn’t want to pretend to know how weiss was feeling, but they faced plenty of similar circumstances.  “ and i’m always here if you need me. “  that seemed important. 

Shoto could only remember one time that he’d been to the beach before entering UA. It wasn’t a full memory, he was too young for that, and his memories from before his mother had been sent away were foggy at best in the first place. But it was one of the few memories he had of his entire family, even Touya. It was sunny and warm, his mom was still smiling, and Fuyumi had shown him shells she found while Natsuo and Touya built a rather impressive sandcastle. 

Now he was at the beach again with his friends, and he should be enjoying himself, but he couldn’t help watching them instead. He’d never minded watching instead of joining in, it was something he was used to and he did enjoy seeing his friends have fun, he just wasn’t always sure how to join in himself. And didn’t that seem weird. 

“Hmm? Oh, I was just watching for a bit.” He took a drink from his own water bottle, more to give him time to figure out what to say without sounding too weird. “I haven’t actually been to the beach much before, but I do like watching everyone. You looked like you were having fun with Uraraka and Mina.” He paused again, it wasn’t like Tsuyu would judge him or tease him or anything, she wasn’t like that. “I guess I’m not sure where to join in. I wouldn’t be very good at sandcastles and I don’t know how to use those boards Kirishima has.” 

@quirkdriven​ || Random Plotted Starter!!

The summer break was only a week away, and with exams out of the way all class 1-A had to do was wait. Most of the class were excited about the upcoming training camp over the holiday, but when the girls had suggested a celebratory beach trip, the excitement for summer grew even more. What better way to relax after the nerve wracking exams than to spend a whole day together at the beach?

The sun was bright and hot against their backs as the class gathered together and set up their spot. Drinks and snacks were brought, along with a rather large umbrella to provide some much needed shade. As the day wore on the group went about having their fun; playing around in the ocean, digging up seashells, building sandcastles, among other activities. Tsuyu had been playing tag with Ochaco and Ashido when she decided she needed a break.

“Todoroki-kun? What are you doing here all by yourself, kero?” She asked as she approached. She helped herself to a seat next to him under the umbrella. “Don’t you want to join the others?” She added, opening the cooler and pulling out a bottle of water.

(hakkajiten for Shoto) ☹ ⇋

Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. 72. Mild burns all over the body.

Running into a villain while they were out shopping wasn’t something Shoto had expected, but he hadn’t been worried. And looking back, maybe that had been arrogant of him. It also might not have been the best idea to attack when they didn’t know the man’s quirk, but they had their provisional licenses and couldn’t just wait for him to hurt someone. So he’d started with his fire, not wanting to crush the stores around them with his ice, but before his fire even reached the man, it seemed to shift mid-air and Shoto’s eyes widened as it was redirected straight at Momo instead. 

“Momo!” His flames died down as soon as he saw her, but the damage had been done. Changing tactics, Shoto stomped his foot down, sending ice towards the villain instead, something he couldn’t simply redirect. It seemed to work for now, and while he wasn’t convinced that this would end the fight entirely, it gave him time to run to Momo. 

Now that he was up closer, the burns didn’t look terrible, they shouldn’t even scar, but Shoto’s breath was still trapped in his throat. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t serious, he had burned her, and her clothes had tattered in some spots, showing burns that covered her legs, arms and chest, even coming up her jaw. “I-I’m sorry. Are you-” He stopped halfway through his question, obviously she wasn’t okay he had burned her. Okay, he had to calm down, he couldn’t help her like this, she needed burn ointment and bandages. He had some in his canisters, but he wasn’t wearing his hero costume. Why didn’t he carry medical supplies even out of costume.  

"I need to get you do the hospital or back to campus..” He reached down to help her up, but hesitated, what if she didn’t want him touching her after he’d hurt her? He didn’t want his dad touching him after all. Glancing back to make sure the villain was still incapacitated, Shoto turned his full attention back to Momo, taking another shaky breath. “Where.. does it hurt most?” He didn’t want to touch her somewhere tender and hurt her even more.