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He hadn't been able to sleep. That small change was all it took. He slowly crept down the corridor, heading towards the kitchen. His heterochromatic eyes shone from the lights coming from within. He peered through the gap in the sliding door. His mother stood next to the stove, boiling water. Then it happened, all too quickly. His mother turned to him, her mutters and mumbles trailing off like raindrops into puddles as the kettle boiled. She turned. Her pupils constricted. She couldn't see her child, who was he? He was his father. The monster that forced her life to a living hell. The piercing whistle of the kettle rang through his ears like a thousand souls, screaming in agony as he backtracked. Something wasn't right. He had to leave. Her hands moved towards the kettle, god reaching out to his deadly weapon. Time stopped. Everything hurt. He felt like he was dying, he was dying. The line between hurt and numb blurs. So much can happen in such a few seconds. Most humans go through trauma but a mere child shouldn't have to. The heavens turn a blind eye to his weeping, the kettle whistling its deathly tune, Satan's anthem. As its contents reached towards the child, a steaming, shining, dagger of water. The 5 year old, Shoto, lies still on the floor, unmoving.
Wrote this the other day, I pretty much just wrote out Shoto’s childhood because i had writers block. Hope you enjoyed :) [All credits to Horikoshi, the characters and story aren’t mine]
BNHA x GN! AcneProne! Reader
I have so much damn acne what the flop 😭 to all my spotted darlings out there can I just say you are very pretty <3
ft. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima and Tenya Iida
TW: Cussing
Izuku
Y/N : Izuku ! I can’t go out now ! I have spots !
Izuku : Oh ! Same ! :D
Y/N : Wait- what
Izuku, gesturing to his freckles : See ! I have spots too ! We’re matching :)
Bakugo
Y/N : Katsuki ! I can’t go out now dummy ! I have spots >:(
Bakugo, pulling out tubs of creams and moisturisers, shushing Y/N : Old hag made me pack these… Be grateful dammit >:(…. also you look hella cute with them so quit doubting yourself goddamit ! ! !
Shoto
Y/N : Shoto ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !
Shoto, putting on his shoes : So?
Y/N : W-well they’re not nice !
Shoto, confused : Why?
Y/N : ….. okay we’ll go out.
Kirishima
Y/N : Eiji ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !
Kiri Internally : SO MANLY SO MANLY SO MANLY-
Kiri : You look fine hun ! C’mon ! I think you look super manly ! And being brave is really manly too ! !
Iida
Y/N : Tenya ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !
Iida : Y/N ! My deepest apologies, however who on earth told you acne was a bad thing ? Whoever it was, was surely misguided, I must have a word with them ! Speaking of which I now of these ways to prevent and help acne…. *Insert Harvard level essay on skincare*
Part 2 currently in the works…. :P

Finally had the energy to hunt down my old comic notebook. Welcome back Tiny To Bean I missed you 🥲