APOCALYPSE ──── teenage¡touya × teenage¡reader.
about. winters are always spent with the todoroki family. except, this winter is a more bit special. set in a no quirk! au. romance. touya is written as touya, before dabi existed. reader is a poet/writer. listen to apocalypse. wc of 1900+
notes. happiest birthday to one of the most complexed character i ever loved. it's also shidmerica ( my babies ) 1 year anniversary!! so it's written specially for them. my heart belongs to you, @w1nterelle and @hyoismbbg 🖤
THE FLURRIES OF SNOW DANCED OUTSIDE WITH UTMOST GRACE. you stood by the window, the chill from the glass seeped into your skin, but it didn’t dampen your spirit.
winter break had already begun, and the promise of endless fun stretched out before you like a freshly fallen blanket of white. it itches all the cells in your skin and calls out to you for a walk in this season of winter which you haven’t seen in a while.
so you grabbed your coat from the worn out hook by the todoroki’s door, fabric whispering against the wooden paneling.
the snow crunched underfoot, a rhythmic soundtrack to the stillness that had descended upon the neighborhood. the world was muffled, as if the flakes were little sound absorbers, leaving only the occasional distant laugh or the jingle of a collar to pierce the quiet.
your eyes looked around, feeling a sense of familiar comfort wash over you. when have you last seen this familiar neighbourhood covered in a veil of pearly white snow?
the towering pines were laden with snow, their branches bowing gracefully under the weight of 'winter's kiss', just as touya’s mother likes to say.
and after you came to the said boy. touya looked like the living embodiment of the season itself, his cheeks flushed from the cold, turquoise eyes sparkling with the same brightness as the icicles that hung from the eaves of the neighbouring houses. his hair the perfect compliment of the snow.
this is how you knew the eldest todoroki— pale and beautiful, every christmas or new years your family spent with the todorokis had painted that image of him ever since childhood.
touya’s breath hung in the air, little puffs of condensation that seemed to carry his unseen excitement. his smile was tiny, and though it didn’t reach his eyes, it was very much visible enough to you.
you waved, and he waved back. the snowflakes caught in his snow-white lashes like a sprinkle of glitter. touya bounded over, his boots leaving tracks in the untouched snow, and handed you a pair of gloves.
“you... are begging for a cold, missy.”
to have touya hand out a pair of his gloves is satisfying to you, because he knows you’ve forgotten the ones he got you for christmas two years ago. it’s left at home to practically rot like your old piano left in the dark to collect dust.
you took the gloves. “thank you, touya,” you gave him a tiny smile with a surfacing blush as he watched you put it on. his hands are larger than yours, that’s for sure. so the gloves looked a tad bit funny on you. but it didn’t matter now.
“so what do you want to do first? i heard the park has a new toboggan slide this year,” said touya as you shook your head. “i want to walk around the neighbourhood. i haven’t been here in a while.”
“alright, sure,” touya replied and adjusted the collar of his coat, the wind causing the fabric to snap gently. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you if you get frostbite on your cheeks,” he added, causing a soft chuckle to emit from the depths of your throat.
he started off towards the sidewalk, each step leaving a trail of footprints in the fresh snow. you followed suit, your boots sinking into the white carpet that covered the ground.
the air was crisp and biting, carrying the faint scent of pine and wood smoke from distant chimneys. the houses lining the street were adorned with wreaths and lights, their windows glowing.
the silence settled over you both like a blanket, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. touya seemed content to just walk side by side, his gaze flickering from the snow-laden trees to the sky, a soft smile on his face.
if anything else, he looked at peace, wrapped in the quiet simplicity of the winter morning. there was something oddly charming about him at this moment, something so soft. the wind caught a few snowflakes, whirling them around his head like a silvery crown.
curiousity strikes out of nowhere, and you glance at the todoroki. it was only for a moment, but you noticed so many subtle details on his face in that short moment.
despite the cold, a light flush dusted across his pale cheeks. touya’s eyelashes, unusually thick for a boy, were dusted with flecks of white, catching the sunlight. his precious white hair, windswept and messy, clung to his forehead, giving him a boyish, almost vulnerable appearance.
his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and every so often, he would huff out a breath, creating a tiny cloud in front of his mouth. each exhale was accompanied by a small, barely perceptible shiver.
“you’re really pretty for a boy, y’know?”
touya’s cheeks blossomed a field of red roses in this cold winter, and he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.
“pretty?” he mumbled, eyes flickering anywhere but your face. “guys aren’t supposed to be pretty.”
despite his awkward and flustered expression, there was a hint of bashful pleasure in his eyes. it was clear that he wasn’t used to compliments, especially of this nature.
your fingers dived into the pockets of your winter coat, the tips brushing against a amall leather notebook as you looked down at the snow beneath. “i know, touya. but you grow even more beautiful every winter.”
the boy’s cheeks reddened further, turning an almost cherry red. he was clearly unused to such blatant praise, and it seemed to leave him flustered and at a loss for words.
“i— well…” he stuttered, his usual reserve crumbling in the face of your compliment. his ears had taken on a similar hue as his cheeks, and he seemed unable to look directly at you, his gaze darting to the snow-covered road instead.
“thank you, i guess,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, and it made the corner of your lips curved upwards just a little.
silence engulfed the air for a moment as you both walked along the snowy roads. not long before, you decided to break the silence again.
“do you like poetry?”
he shakes his head in denial. “no, but they’re sometimes nice to read though,” touya looks over at you. “don’t you write poetry? have you written a piece for anyone?”
you bit your lip, clearly contemplating touya's question. your face was a mix of hesitance and curiosity, as if you were warring with yourself over whether to share something deeply personal.
“i’ve written a few,” you admitted, voice almost inaudible over the sound of the wind. “mostly just.. thoughts and observations. nothing really significant, i guess. they’re also messy metaphors that make almost no sense.”
you paused, fingers still tracing the worn leather of your little notebook in your pocket. “but to answer your question... yes. i have. for one person, specifically.”
“oh? who’s the lucky person?” touya raises a brow, and you flushed a shade of wine red. suddenly, the snow beneath your feet looks interesting. your gaze flickered to touya’s for a moment, a mix of vulnerability and shyness in your pretty eyes.
you swallowed hard, hand clenching and unclenching nervously at your side. it was clear that admitting this was difficult for you, but you seemed resigned to doing so.
“it’s you,” you said softly, the word barely above a whisper, as if you were afraid someone else might hear.
the boy blinked twice, or it was many. either way he couldn’t tell. he was quite baffled that he is your subject of muse for your poetry.
“me?” he questioned as a chuckle emitted from him.
your cheeks were a vibrant scarlet now, gaze firmly planted on the ground. you nodded almost imperceptibly. “yeah, you,” you scratched your cheeks with a finger. “it’s silly, i know. i just... there's something about you that makes me write, y’know?”
touya kicked a pile of snow as you both continued to walk along the streets. he then looked over at you, noticing your undeniably adorable flushed cheeks.
“can i read your poem? that is, if you’re okay with it.”
“uh—” you trailed off, swallowing some gathering saliva in your mouth. the idea of someone reading your most private thoughts was terrifying, but there was also a small flicker of hope in his eyes, a glimmer of the prospect of being understood through the beauty of your words.
you nodded slowly, voice still soft and tentative as you looked up at him. “okay. you can read it,” you replied in a whisper. “but touya... promise me you won’t laugh, alright?”
touya would never laugh at you, gosh, he never will. not when his heart swells at the idea of you writing about him and he gets to read it.
with a deep breath, you braced yourself and fumbled with the zipper of your jacket. then, a worn leather notebook from your pocket was extracted. the cover was slightly frayed at the edges, evidence of many hours spent flipping through the pages.
you held it out for touya, hand trembling the slightest bit. “here.”
he took it and gestured to a bookmarked page. seeing you nod confirmed that the page was the poem about him. as touya’s turquoise eyes scanned the words scribbled in your handwriting, he could feel his heart fluttering.
your emotions were laid bare on the page— the joy, the trepidation, the deep admiration and more. it was a raw, unfiltered confession, each line a direct window into your thoughts and feelings. you watched him with a mix of anticipation and fear, waiting for him to judge you in any way. pessimism seems to storm your mind at this moment.
once the written poem has been finished reading, the first touya did was look at you, a brow raised.
“what?” you immediately asked, the fear growing more prominent. all he did was simply chuckled as he said, “you’re a romantic, aren’t you? ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’, hmm? is this one of those messy metaphors of yours that doesn’t make any sense?”
he teased, and if not for your prominent blush, it could have your skin grow even warmer than it already has. you’re so flustered and to the angels of heaven above does touya adore the sight of you that stands out from the winter snows.
before you could utter a reply or anything that might spill out from your lips, he looked at the small notebook, a smile slowly carving its way at the corner of his lips.
“i love it. the way you write, the way you describe me. every word, every messy metaphors… it’s perfect.”
to hear his words sent a wave of relief and emotions throughout every inch of your soul. it seemed to warm you up in this cold winter wonderland, providing you with comfort.
“i’m glad you think so,” you chuckled. “i was worried it was too cliché or sentimental.”
“oh believe me when i say this, it is cliché, not sentimental. but it’s those stupid romantic clichés,” touya shut the notebook and handed it to you, watching as you kept it in your pocket, down into the coat it goes.
“stupid romantic clichés…” you repeated, allowing your mind to wander and ponder upon his words. as your conscious mind pays a visit to wonderland, he paused in his tracks, leans down, and collides his lips with yours.
your footsteps came to a halt, eyes widening ever so slightly as his warm hands moved to hold your chin. his lips kissed your top lip, then your bottom lip. at last, a final peck, and another one on your nose.
“there. your lips, my lips...”
“apocalypse,” you smiled.
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𖤓 touya todoroki smau series
it's been five years since touya stepped foot onto these campgrounds. he's older now, and maybe a little bit more mature, but the woods are just as loud and the summer nights are just as hot. you're here too, and it feels like he's seventeen again, but this time, there's nowhere to run from his feelings.
𖤓 childhood friends x lovers
𖤓 cw + notables: alcohol, weed, cussing, crude language, potential suggestiveness, tomfoolery, no y/n face claims, g/n reader, time stamps are irrelevant, will include written parts
𖤓 on going
i. meet the counselors ii. meet the campers part iii. part iv. part v. part vi. part vii. part viii. part ix. part x.
touya todoroki completes community service hours at an aquarium.
your supervisors, understandably, were adamantly against having the convicted criminal anywhere near the facility, its staff, and its animals. however, after being reassured time and time again that he wouldn't be working in public areas, you were assigned to be his unofficial parole officer (or off-fish-er you called it) because of your hydrokinetic quirk. not only were you responsible for watching a criminal, you were also the first line of defense in case he decided to make the facility into a seafood boil.
you'd better be getting a stellar letter of recommendation after all this.
as luck would have it, word spread quickly among aquarium staff about the new volunteer and his...messy...history. you received many texts wishing you good luck and stating that you're in many people's prayers as if working with him would be a death sentence. but, to your surprise, your first day with touya is actually...not terrible.
"you're doing a nice job. you can cut them into larger chunks if you want," you recommend kindly as he slices pieces of shrimp and fish for the penguins and drops them into the gray bucket.
"don't want them to choke," he mumbles almost imperceptibly. from what you've heard about him, touya was physically incapable of shutting up and always had some snarky insult to mutter under his breath. the man you were working with, however, kept his thoughts to himself and only engaged you with curt acknowledgments of tasks. "these got bones in 'em still?"
"digestible ones, yeah," you confirm, a little confused about why he's so curious. he struck you as the type of guy to just work and finish his assignments with as little energy exertion as possible. but here he was, concerned for the animals' safety even when he hadn't even seen them yet. "we just need to cut them up because some of them try to swallow the big ones whole, and we don't need them blocking their throats."
"how many are there?"
"the penguins?" he hums in assent, never taking his eyes off the precise cuts on the food. "i think our colony is a few dozen, maybe twenty-two?"
"do they get along well?"
"some of them are a little feistier than others," you admit with a fond smile. "but the majority of them are really sweet. you'll see when you meet them."
"meet them?"
"you're not walking out with me, of course," you quickly correct. "my shift lead's gonna have my head on a stake if you so much as show a finger to the public." he nods, an odd sort of quiet falling between you two that was more awkward than the previous silence. if you knew any better, you would interpret his expression for disappointment. "there's one recovering from an illness backstage named peach. she gets fed on her own, but if there's some left over i can take you over there to feed her."
"it's fine. don't wanna bother your routine," he mutters with a shrug, but you catch the renewed glint in his eyes at the prospect of meeting one of the animals personally. after feeding the main colony and not-so-accidentally leaving a few treats at the bottom of the bucket, touya follows you through the back halls of the vet center to peach's holding area.
"be warned, she's one of the feisty ones," you caution him, carefully stepping into the plexiglass-enclosed space. he copies your motions exactly and you're surprised, again, from the great care he seems to take when interacting with the small penguin. "so, all you need to do is hand out the fish to her and let her take it in her beak."
"does she dislike new people?" he asks as peach aggressively inspects his shins, prodding them with her beak when touya tries to step away. "i don't think she likes me."
"it's the opposite, believe it or not; you're making her angry when you try to give her space like that," you reply with a stifled laugh.
"oh. i see." peach continues to slap touya with her fins and poke him until he gives her what she wants, a large chunk of fish straight from his hand. you kneel down next to him when he has a seat on the floor, his eyes curiously observing the spunky bird. "she always this sassy with you?"
"only when she gets jealous," you smile, running your hand over the top of her head. her eyes close in contentment before returning to touya's outstretched food offering. "what do you think?"
"about what?"
"do you think this arrangement is gonna be a nightmare for you?" he pauses and, for the millionth time that day, surprises you with how much thought he put into his actions.
"if everyone i meet is as easy as you and her," he says, gesturing to peach but speaking soft enough to make your cheeks heat, "i think i'll get by."
---
"peach duty today?"
"schedule got mixed around, so we'll be giving her dinner instead of lunch today," you reply and touya hums at your side, an answer that could be considered rude if you didn't already know he was a man of few words.
few words, that is, if he was speaking to anyone other than the animals. after a month of touya shadowing you, you could pick up on the little conversations he had with the different animals he took care of: asking the cownose rays to calm down during feeding time, warning the reef sharks that they might need braces if they keep losing so many teeth (he kept forgetting it was normal for them to lose that many teeth), quietly cheering on the day octopus as he breaks into a jar full of crabs.
"who've we got today?"
"took a hell of a lotta convincing, but my boss is letting you meet my best friend today," you inform him. touya walks in step beside you like he'd memorized the fishy-smelling back halls of the aquarium, barely sparing passing wary staff so much as a glance. you'd be intimidated, too, if he wasn't your partner; he was formidable in his favorite blue windbreaker with his hands stuffed casually in its pockets that subtly accented the lean muscle in his arms. not that you were paying much attention to his body, anyway.
"and who would that be?"
"her name is donna, but i call her mama donna." he follows you down a corridor he'd never taken before, toward the very back of the medical wing. "take that hall on the right and change into a wetsuit; i'll meet you back over here, okay?"
"why do i need to change?"
"well, because you're getting in the water with me."
shit.
it's the first time touya hesitates in a long time when you beckon him to join you in the shallow pool. you'd already summoned donna, who was much larger of an animal than he expected. you said she was an adult zebra shark, but all he could register is the tiny tank of brown sacks the size of his hand just outside the walls of the pool.
"i don't think it's the best--"
"get in the water, touya, or i'm gonna report you for insubordination," you interrupt, waist-deep in the water. you don't mean it, of course, but you did need a hand with donna if you were going to check on the status of her eggs.
"i shouldn't be in the water with her, 'specially if she's a mother."
"what, you got something against moms?" he flinches and you suddenly regret speaking so brashly, something about his reaction indicating that you'd hit a nerve. "sorry, that was insensitive--"
"i don't wanna hurt her if i..." his voice trails off and he looks down at his scarred hands, the tissue dark enough to almost match the color of his wetsuit. "it's better for everyone if i don't get close to her if she's vulnerable." you wait for him to look you dead in the eyes before answering.
"i wouldn't bring you to meet her if i didn't think you were ready, touya," you begin gently. "i don't think of you the same way as the rest of the staff because you've proven that you're different from the gossip."
"but what if i--"
"did you forget why i'm paired with you in the first place?" donna swims around you impatiently, nudging you with her nose while you continue to convince touya to get in the water. "i'm the only one on staff that can neutralize you, but i know i won't need to."
"how are you so sure?"
"because i hear you talk to them," you state simply, rubbing your hand on donna's nose as her tail splashes your upper body. "your little conversations tell me you care, even if i'm not allowed to be a part of them." you shoot him a wry smile and he finally scoffs, partly a chuckle and partly an exhale; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "i'll drown you if you heat this water by even half a degree, so help me with donna and then we can go visit peach, yeah?"
---
you'd fallen into an unexpectedly fond partnership over the course of your six months of touya-duty. he was a pretty damn good listener, letting you boss him this way and that and only retaliating with a lighthearted eyeroll. on certain occasions, he would open up about his history, and you followed along intently. he insisted on doing the heavy lifting and opening every door for you, even if you weren't carrying anything. he remembered every animal by name and could tell apart the most similar looking creatures, pointing out their differences with an expression that screamed 'is it not obvious?' towards the end of his assignment, you both faced an unexpected surprise.
his family came to visit.
well, not all of his family, only the ones touya maintained somewhat of a relationship with. in the times he'd opened up, he briefly mentioned his now-graduated little brother, shoto, and the work he'd done to mend the tears between him, his mother, and his other siblings. you consider it a blessing that only his mother and siblings appear when you round the corner to the 'vip only' waiting area (from your talks, you'd also learned it'd be on sight if touya's retired father stepped on the property). he freezes when he sees his family as the guests who would be shadowing him, becoming uncharacteristically stiff as petrified wood.
"welcome, todoroki family. i'm so glad you could join us today," you greet with a polite smile. only when your hand gently settles on touya's shoulder, the reminder of your presence melting the chill in his veins, does the tension in his body dissipate. "touya? d'you wanna introduce me to your family?" he glances at you, your unwavering trust in him, and his eyes soften as he nods.
"yeah," he affirms quietly. "yeah, i can do that."
"doing great, partner," you whisper once you're acquainted with the family and on the move, heading toward the back halls of the tropical gallery. "i'll only talk if you need me to, today, because i want this to be about you and them."
"but you're not gonna leave me, right?"
"wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him, something in your heart stumbling when he gives you an easy smile. as the day goes on and touya guides his family through the back corridors of the facility, he's able to ramble about all the knowledge he'd acquired while working with you. at each exhibit, he points out every species with total accuracy and shares his favorite quirks about certain animals. you have a front-row seat for the way his eyes, usually so molten and intense, have a star-like quality to them when he talks about his new friends, the abalone and the otters and the sea bass. his family observes him in awe, and you catch his mother watching you watch him several times. touya ends the day by introducing peach, his self-proclaimed 'number one girl,' and helping his family with her nightly feeding. though all the todoroki siblings struck you as reserved when you first met them, their conversations were full of life as they walked ahead and you trailed behind with his mother.
"this suits him," rei states with a thoughtful smile.
"i'm biased, but i agree," you reply. she fixes you again with that curious stare, analyzing you. "do i have fish scales on my face?" she laughs and shakes her head.
"no, i'm just indebted to you for getting through to him." you blink, taken aback by her genuine response. "being with you makes him happy. i haven't seen him like this in a long while." she turns back to her children, walking in one raucous group and making plans to get dinner after his shift. "he doesn't talk with them like this often."
"i imagine it's all a mother would want after everything they've been through, if i may," you add and she hums in agreement.
"it is. it's also why, i hope you wouldn't mind," she trails off and her eyebrows pinch slightly, like she's thinking of something worrisome. "if he could stay here."
"of course. i've noticed that he has a knack for husbandry, so--"
"he wants to stay with you," she cuts in, her voice soft as powdered snow. "and i'd like him to stay with you, if it means we can see him more like--"
"this," you finish for her, gesturing to the pile of adult men wrestling each other just ahead, their sister shaking her head from afar. rei sighs, her smile turning sad.
"exactly." before you can give her your reply, touya has escaped his brothers and approached to steal you from his mother.
"if you take those double doors and turn left, you'll end up in the gift shop. wait there and we can get dinner once i'm off," he tells rei, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "i won't be long." she nods and joins her other children, leaving you alone with touya in front of the staff-only window of the sea lion pool. the fading afternoon light catches in the water's rippling and sends a soft beam of light across the cavern. the largest of the lions, boris, floats from below to observe you and touya standing in front of his tank.
"he moves like a slinky," touya states and you can't help but laugh.
"he does move like a slinky, you're right." you turn to him and find he's already looking back at you, not boris. "i loved meeting your family today," you offer in the silence that makes the heartbeat in your ears sound so much louder. "they're very sweet, especially your mother."
"what were you two talking about while we were away?"
"she wanted to show me baby photos," you tease and he gives his signature eyeroll. "but really," you inhale and steady yourself, "she was saying how much this suits you."
"i'd have to agree," he murmurs, his eyes glowing like dying embers. you're close enough to smell him, smoky and rich and only the slightest bit like fish. the proximity feels comforting, like home. "if...if you'd let me--"
"stay with me," you blurt. he blinks at you, the rosy color on the tips of his ears standing out against the bright white. "i-i want you to stay with me." you wait and the quiet stews, nothing moving except slinky-like boris in the water beside you. touya's reply is barely above a whisper.
"i want to stay with you." you release a shaky exhale and let your head fall forward against his chest, steadied by his arms securing themselves around your waist. your hands slide over his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck, fiddling with the tuft of hair at its base. "please let me stay with you," he breathes in your ear. his arms flex as his grip tightens, like you'd turn to water if he held you too loosely. touya feels like his heart is rattling in his ribcage, bouncing around uncontrollably the longer he has you in his arms. he hasn't felt his chest ache like this before.
"yes, i want you to stay with me," you confirm and he melts into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen.
"for how long?"
"as long as you'd let me," you answer honestly. the corner of his mouth turns upward in a teasing smirk.
"and if i said forever?"
"then i guess i'd have to oblige," you beam. your hands cup his face, tracing the seam of his scars, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. it's careful, the first time he kisses you, and he's terrified you'd slip from his fingers. but you don't disappear, so he lets himself lace your fingers with his and drag you out to the rest of his loved ones, hand-in-hand and finally feeling like he can do something good.
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𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 - 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚.
summary; touya todoroki falls in love with you - and he musters up the courage to display his hearts true desires the day you help him dye his hair - just how can he control himself when your soft hands are rubbing his scalp so sweetly?
cw; lovesick touya au
Touya Todoroki met you on his first day of third grade.
Elementary school kids were mean, he learned this when he was backed into a corner by a group of older kids as they demanded to play with Touya's toy - their small, greedy hands reached out to try and grab it from him with force
But this was Touya we were talking about, a young boy with a pulsing core of pure fire.
His punch wasn't perfect - his small fist didn't hit as hard as he wanted it to, and it wasn't strong enough to knock the boy out like he was hoping to - but the boy was on the floor, holding his bloodied nose with wide eyes as he furiously wiped the blood away - fat tears threatening to spill down his face.
Just as the bully opened his mouth - prepared to throw every single bad word he knew Touya's way as his friends moved forward to retaliate - you came.
You were smaller than the other boys, smaller then Touya too. Touya watched your pink sneakers light up as you approached the group with angry little steps. But you were determined, so much so that you had managed to get the little punk's friends to back up the moment you arrived
"I see you bullies from across the play ground! Leave him alone before I tell on you." You say, crossing your arms over your chest as Touya looks up at you in disbelief - who were you?
"He started it! You saw it all wrong then, you can't tell on us." One of the boy's sneered - and you only huffed as you turned around and looked towards Touya - no, behind him - you picked up the branch that laid beside him and lifted it easily, swinging the thing around like a bat with a laugh that had the boy's yelling in response
"Come on! I thought you wanted to play!" You urge - but they're already leaving - stumbling over each other's legs as they run away. They're screaming over their shoulders as they leave - calling you insane until their retreating figures are out of your line of sight
Touya's fists are balled at his side. His teeth grinding together angrily as he stands up
"Hey! You didn't have to do that. I was gonna crush 'em." He says, narrowing his eyes as he holds up his fist - an feeble attempt to look threatening to you as you merely tilt your head at him
"Are you ok?"
He rolls his eyes, letting out an angry huff as he kicks a nearby rock with the edge of his sneaker. It lands near your feet - but you don't look down at it. You just keep staring at him, waiting for his response with those big eyes - and suddenly, he finds himself gulping when he remembers you'd just scared away an entire group of boys moments before
"I'm fine." He snaps, but when he looks back at you - you're cracking a smile as you take his hand
"You're weird. I like you."
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The remainder of elementary school - the two of you were inseparable.
You two were always together. It had become a little insane how much the two of you seemed to rely on each other - Rei remembers the time Touya had pretended to be sick in school when he realized you hadn't come to class that day. What was the point of going if you weren't there?
You'd often get in trouble because of Touya - you'd always be there to take the blame for him when ever he did something dumb in school.
You're in middle school now, swinging your feet nervously as you stare at your shoes.
You've never really gotten into trouble before - but it seemed serious this time. Touya had gotten into another fight - you didn't know what it was about, but you'd been there to see it happen and insisted to every teacher that would listen that it wasn't Touya's fault.
He's walking out of the principals office after a few moments - and for once, he looks guilty. You're sure it's only because he managed to drag you into his mess again, not because he felt bad about the fight.
After a scolding from the principal that has your eyes brimming with tears - Touya's shoulders are slumped as the two of you walk back to class.
"Why did you do that, y/n? I told him you had nothing to do with it and you just had to share the blame, didn't you? Well I don't need you babying me all the time." He sneers, his frustration evident in the way his were hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie as you swipe your wet lashes with the back of your hand
"Shut up. I'll kick your ass." You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown as you think about how you managed to reduce the punishment Touya would've received. - a part of you was relieved, but the other half was devastated. You hated getting in trouble - and that's all Touya was.
" 'm sorry. I just got mad. You know, I'm real stupid y/n. " He mutters after seeing your wet cheeks, nudging your shoulder with a crooked smile as he attempts to make you laugh
"I know." You say, finally turning to him with the smallest of smiles as he grins widely
"Hah! And by the way, that jerk totally deserved it. We saved the world from yet another asshole, y/n!" He exclaims proudly, and you finally laugh
You return to class feeling lighter than you did when you left - your seat was across the classroom from Touya, but you could see him staring at you.
You lift your head to meet his gaze - and he merely grins back with that same infuriating smile, sending you a little wave that had you rolling your eyes with a gentle smile.
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High school was so much more different than middle school. Boy and girls didn't seem to be friends - they were boyfriends and girlfriends. That, or they were enemies.
You and Touya were neither,
You were best friends.
That's why you and him would always walk back to his house after school - a routine the two of you have been doing ever since elementary school. You seemed to be over at his house all the time - sometimes for homework, and other times with the simple intention of playing with Touya's sidblings. Those kids adored you - I mean, if their cool older brother was so close with you, then you must be something special. And they were right - you were.
Some nights you'd sneak into his room while his dad was over - Enji rarely did visit, but when he did - Touya didn't bother to spend time with his father. He usually needed you there for some emotional support, he'd never say it, but you could tell your friend was being grumpy and stand offish for a good reason. You knew him better than anyone.
But that was near impossible with Enji sitting in the living room with his usual scowl plastered on his features as he visitied his kids. You couldn't enter through the house to reach your friend if he was right there -
So that's why you're balancing yourself on the branch of this tree - tongue poked out in concentration as you carefully rapped your knuckles against Touya's window - shivering as you wrap your arms around yourself. Holy shit it's cold.
He'd texted you around half and hour ago - saying he needed you to come over. You pull out your phone - checking to see if he texted you again after you left to walk the five minute path towards his house.
come over right now or i'm gonna die
Wtf touya. Do you actually need help or what?
come over y/nnnn. please.
Him using the world please was out of the ordinary - so you huff - and try to open the window yourself. Luckily for you - it was unlocked. You climb in quickly, shutting it close behind you with a shiver, turning to look at the oh too familiar bedroom.
The walls were covered with band posters, his black sheets and pillows crumpled and messy since it seemed like he never made his bed. His black boots were thrown haphazardly off near the door - and you can hear the water running in the joined bathroom to his room.
You pull off your own boots, placing them neatly beside his before you knock on the bathroom door
"Touya. Are you peeing?" You question, leaning against the door as you hear the water shut off - you hear movement on the other side of the door, and he opens it quickly with the biggest grin ever on his face
He's shirtless - but your eyes can only widen a fraction before he tugs you into the bathroom and slams the door behind you
He tilts his head towards you, grinning at the little pom-pom ontop of your winter hat - he flicks it with a snicker as you scowl
"Where's your shirt you freak." You mutter, watching as he lays his hands on the bathroom counter with a lazy grin
"Dunno. Think it's on the floor somewhere. You blushing?" He questions, poking your cheek as you swat his hand away
"They're pink from the cold, dipshit. Now - tell me what was so important." You say, tugging your snow covered gloves off with an angry huff as he grins at you
Turning around, he plucks a plastic bag off the edge of his bathtub and hands it to you with a mischievous grin
You peer inside, pulling out the dark bottle as your eyes gleam with recognition
"Hair dye?" You say, smiling as you turn towards him with a laugh - he smiles to himself when he sees your reaction, taking it from your hands and inspecting the bottle's label
"You think it's a good idea? I mean, going black?" He says, turning the bottle over in his palm as your eyes soften
"Hold on." You say, grabbing both sides of his face as you turn his head towards you - he's taken a back, looking at you with confused eyes as you cup his cheeks and stare right at him
You hold him like this for a few seconds - and he curses in his mind, knowing just how well his blush is visible against his pale skin. He's about to slap your hand away - tell you to get your dirty hands off of his face, but you're pulling back with a grin
"I know you'll look good. Now, you want my help?"
He's blinking out of whatever daze he was in as he nods
"Yeah yeah. Try not to get it in my eyes, dummy." He says, lifting himself onto the sink with a cheeky grin as you roll your eyes, pulling the latex gloves onto your hands as you unbox the dye
He was acting like a drunk - that's what you'd said when he wrapped his arms around your middle and actually giggled - shaking his head that was coated with the fresh dye as you shield yourself with a shriek
"Touya!" You cry out, pinching his side as he yelps - quickly jumping off the counter with a laugh as he itches his neck
"Can I wash it off now? It's been forever, c'mon." He groans, looking at his reflection in the mirror with a grin as his hands hover over the blackened hair
You glance down at your phone - 6:20, half an hour had passed since you lathered the dark color into his hair. You nod your head with a sigh and he smirks, turning on his shower before turning towards you with a teasing grin
"Wanna hop in and help me wash it off?" He says, lazily moving to take off the towel that had been secure on his hips until now - his hands moves to slowly untie the knot as you yelp - running out of the bathroom in less that five seconds as you slam the door shut and locked behind you
You can hear his laughter as you shudder, lowering yourself onto his bed and tangling yourself into the dark sheets.
Maybe it was his lingering scent that had you easing further into the bed - his smell clouded your senses. It smelled good -
No, god what's wrong with you?!
You let out a frustrated sigh at the thought - lately these kind of thoughts have been popping more and more. You blamed it on the weather - no way you actually liked Touya. No, it just wasn't possible. It's the cold snow freezing the gears in your mind and making them act up.
He's strolling out of the bathroom quite cockily after his 15 minute shower - he looked good. You'd done a great job, covering all of his hair evenly and well. He planned to plant a teasing kiss onto your cheek to thank you - only to find you asleep in his bed, curled up against the sheets as your chest rose and fell gently.
Your lips were parted just the slightest bit, lashes fluttering in your sleep while you slept.
He smiled looking at you - your fingers were curled around his blankets, pulling the fabric close to you.
He lowers himself onto the bed right beside you, grinning when you mumble his name in your sleep. He was definitely going to bring that up later when you wake up.
For now though, he settles himself into your arms, replacing the blanket you once clutched as his arms tighten around you.
He could only savor the moment for a few minutes - because his cheek is so painfully pinched that his eyes fly open with a scowl
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He snaps, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes as you squeal
"Touya! It looks so good, oh wow!" You laugh, excitedly running your hand through the strands of his hair as he relaxes
"Yeah. Just like you said. Thanks for helping." He mumbles, suddenly quiet at the feeling of your hands cradling his scalp so gently - god, your fingers felt so soft and so nice - he's leaning into your touch until you pull your hand away. He tries not to pout when you do, settling on a sigh as you push off his chest
"Can't believe you were snuggling me. Now I'm all stinky." You say, a teasing tone in your voice as he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head as he looks up at you
"You should stay the night." He says casually, staring up at the ceiling as you pause from where you sat - hand out stretched towards your boots
"You know my dad's gonna be pissed. And plus - I don't have any clothes." You say, watching him carefully as he sits up with a shrug
"Just wear one of my shirts. It'll be like a night dress for you though." He says, watching you contemplate the request silently. He knows he's won when you let out an annoyed sigh
"Fine- "
You can't even finish your sentence as he tugs you back onto the bed, practically suffocating you as he tightens his arms around you
"Let go, freak!" You laugh, struggling in his grasp as he bites down gently on your shoulder - watching your squirm in his arms with a sick grin
"Nuh uh." He says, tossing you onto the bed as he hovers over you - watching the laughter bubble out of your chest - it was like music to his ears. Even when you wheezed from the lack of air - when your eyes screwed shut as your lips were pulled back in the biggest smile ever - he loved the sight. So much.
So he leans down - pressing his mouth onto yours to silence your sweet laughter as he pins his body flush against yours.
So soft.
Your eyes widen - he silences your sounds of surprise with his lips, his hands curl around to nestle under your head as he tilts your face up - giving him better access as you carefully press a hand into his hair
He groans the moment you tug - turning to you with a grin so giddy that you can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight
Maybe that dream he'd woken you up from could be a reality - it seemed that way with the way his lips tipped upwards so playfully. His eyes were hesitatnt, a little nervous as he waited for you to say something - tell him it was a mistake and he was stupid for kissing you -
But you tug him back, letting out sweet sounds that he swallows with his longing lips. His lips were so tender - but they way they pushed against you - so rough and desperate had you craning your neck further up and tugging harder on his black strands
He gently tugs your sweater up the slightest bit - pressing his palm flat against your stomach -
"Touya-nii, mom said you have to come down for dinn- "
Touya whips his head around at Shoto's voice - and he feels you physically freeze under him at the sound
"Shoto you little - "
But he can't get another word out, not when you plant a firm kick on Touya's chest that has him falling over the edge of the bed with a startled yelp. You sit up - mortified as the little boy stares back at you with wide eyes from the doorway
"Uh - " He starts, looking between you and Touya nervously as Touya clutches his chest in pain, turning to look at Shoto with daggers in his eyes
"Touya - he was, um - we were wrestling! You know, so we can see who's the strongest Shoto, nothing more!" You say, nervously laughing as Shoto blinks
"Why was he putting his mouth on you?"
Touya face palms as he lays on the floor, pulling himself up as he walks towards Shoto
"You're so dea- "
But the little boy slams the door, effectively running away as Touya presses his palm against his face - muttering every curse word he knew as you swallow the lump in your throat
God. You kissed Touya. Touya Todoroki. The boy who you grew up with - the one you'd promised to all your friends that he wasn't anything more than your best friend.
He turns to you, slyly as a mischievous glint shines brightly in those beautiful blue eyes of his
"We could continue now that he's - "
"Touya!" You snap, throwing his pillow right at him as he easily caught it - holding it up to throw it back as you tilt your head at him with narrowed brows - daring the boy to throw it at you.
"Fine fine." He mutters, settling on intertwining your hand with his as you let out a nervous breath of air
"What was that?" You ask quietly, looking at your intertwined hands as you caught your bottom lip between you teeth nervously
He looks down, tightening his grip on you as he gentle nudges your chin with his other hand to make you look at him
"Doesn't matter. You and I - we'll figure it out later, ok? Don't stress your pretty head over it." He says - his voice soft as he gently flicks your forehead
You give him a nervous smile - looking away when your eyes accidentally catch the sight of his plump lips -
He smirks knowingly.
"Cmon. He called us downstairs for dinner. Why don't we show your dad your new hair?" You say, standing up from the bed as Touya grins
"Thought you'd never ask, y/n."
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The majority of the dinner consisted of Enji yelling, Natsuo laughing with Shoto and applauding Touya's new hair - Rei and Fuyumi trying to calm everyone down, and Touya tapping your thigh under the table as he happily ate the Soba in front of him.
a/n ⋆.˚ this man has been on my mind a little too much... (,,>﹏<,,) ❤︎
ik its not canon but i love to see this!!
touya who slinks himself on you, head in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and follows you around your shared apartment while you make breakfast
I need MORE content of dabi w the hood on >>>>>
how many times do u think they watched the new sonic movie
he’s not “just some guy” he’s my girlfriend. don’t touch him.