Boku No Hero Academia Todoroki Shoto.

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walk in the room like a Boss

el ritmo de la noche

sounds of fiesta

i just really wanted an excuse to draw him with a rictus grin, yeah.

3baka (conceptualizing them together.........)

HI BABY!!!! im gonna request “when i opened my eyes, it was april 11” (that’s my birthday hehe :3) idk if you write for dabi but if you do im requesting him >:} if you don’t ill request armin hehe HAHA THANK U

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8. when i opened my eyes, it was April 11 | moodboard

when you opened your eyes, it was april 11.

the inaudible buzz of the motel television, in addition to the last tendrils of sleep still clinging to your consciousness, encapsulates your brain in a fuzzy blanket that threatens to pull you back to dreamland. and with half your face tucked into your boyfriend’s chest, you were more relaxed than you’ve felt in a long time.

it took a while for you to wake up enough to speak.

“whatcha watchin’, touya?”

“wheel of fortune. this dude’s gonna lose, i just know it.”

you could feel warm fingers trailing up your side, brushing over your elbow to pinch at the skin of your tricep mindlessly. you could blearily make out the blurred image of a few people on screen coupled with a smattering of applause from the audience. bored, you choose to focus on the dying rays of sunlight streaming in through the motel room’s old window, patches of mould and dirt on the glass pane casting odd shadows on the yellowing sheets. 

the day was coming to an end.

you find yourself drifting in and out of consciousness once more, soothed by the white noise of the television and the steady rise and fall of touya’s warm chest. he typically ran cold, which gave him an excuse to stuff his frosty fingers under your clothes whenever he pleased, but he was warm today – probably due to the body heat you two shared in your nest of blankets. 

between moments of sleep and wake, you scarcely register the crackle of the host’s voice alongside the soft da-dum of your lover’s heartbeat.

eventually, you were roused by the sound of your stomach grumbling. propping yourself up a little more, still snuggled in touya’s arms (you bump your head into his chin and he grunts, squeezing you in revenge), you let yourself come to full consciousness while watching the episode of wheel of fortune.

one letter p, one b, and one a. two words, one a lot longer than the other. the category is fictional characters.

“it’s probably paddington bear,” you mumble.

a hand moves to your hair to smooth it down carefully.

“no, it’s obviously pretty baby.”

“that doesn’t even fit. length-wise, i mean.”

“that’s usually not a problem for me.”

“gross, touya.”

his chest jumps as he huffs out a quick laugh at your dry response. the hand that was stroking at your hair cups your chin at an awkward angle. touya leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that starts out innocently – just the warm press of his chapped lips against yours – but dips into a short make-out session very quickly. it involved a bit more tongue than you would’ve liked, but you indulge him anyway. you always do.

he pulls back with a smirk. “awake now?”

you nod, pulling him down for one more quick kiss. 

“let’s get dinner,” he mumbles into the kiss.

you sigh when you pull away, though you didn’t mean to. “you know we don’t have money for dinner.”

touya’s gaze trails over to the box of cigarettes sitting on the bedside table. “i’m sorry, babe.”

you humph, letting yourself slump against him tiredly. your nose finds its way into the hollow of his collarbone on instinct and you puff a grumpy exhale into it. “you’re terrible, touya.”

“i am.”

“i hate you.”

“you do.”

“…i’m hungry.”

a sigh. “so am i.”

touya untangles his arms from your waist, shifting you in his lap to dig deep into the pocket of his pants. while he searches his pockets with a frown, you let your thumb smooth over his brow bone, eyes transfixed on the way his staples glint in the dim light of the motel room. 

touya’s search results in a safety pin, some lint, and a few rusted coins. 

“should be enough for some oden. c’mon, let’s go.” 

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it only took two minutes for you and touya to find a humble cart selling steaming pots of oden. you were surprised to see that you were the only customers present, despite the cart being located just a stone’s throw away from the motel you were staying at.

the stall vendor eyes you two curiously as you sit down on the rickety wooden stools in front of the cart, noses already flushed pink from the cold. you can’t help but notice how her eyes were drawn to touya, but ignore the silent judgement in favour of savouring the warmth from the pots that thawed your freezing cheeks. 

dinner starts with small, careful sips of piping hot oden broth ladled into paper cups. touya picks out sticks of fish cake, fake crab meat, and daikon that he drops into your cup, opting for a thumb-sized slice of konjac for himself. 

this elicits a frown and a jab in the side from you. “touya, you hardly got anything for yourself.”

he shrugs. “it’s fine. i’m not hungry.”

“liar. that’s not what you said just now.”

touya stifles a smile at that, pleasantly surprised by how you remembered what he said because he sure as hell doesn’t.

“fine, you got me.” touya bites into half of his skewer before dropping it into your cup. a few stray drops of rich brown broth fall onto the scarred wooden table. you bite off half of each of your skewers before depositing the other half into his cup, and this exchange went on between the two of you in a stretch of comfortable silence.

as always, touya finishes before you do. but he sits and waits patiently, blue eyes warmed into an oaky brown under the tent’s warm orange light. 

while you polish off the rest of your meal, you watch the vendor wipe down her small counter space with an old cloth, fascinated by the way she moves swiftly – as if she’s done this every day her whole life (and she probably has). your passive observation turns into surprise when she speaks up for the first time since you sat down.

“eat more. it’s cold,” she orders, but not unkindly, as her eyes flash over touya’s thin fingers. 

just as you thought you were done with your meal, the vendor wordlessly ladles boiled eggs and stuffed tofu bags into your cup and touya’s. then she fills your cups to the brim with some more hot broth, casting a sharp look at you when you open your mouth to protest.

you suppose she’s taken a liking to your boyfriend now, perhaps endeared by how well he treats you – a fact you noted proudly.

dinner ends with the two of you draining every last drop of broth in your cups, tummies now filled and warmed. touya fishes out the coins from his pocket and drops them into the vendor’s wrinkled hands, thanking her softly. she waves him off, sparing him a quick nod before she goes back to packing up her stall.

touya takes your hand in his, clumsily lacing his fingers with yours, before stuffing your intertwined hands into his coat pocket. 

then the two of you set off into the night.

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turns out, touya’s coat pocket – not his pants pocket – held a humble reserve of coins, with which you two spent on a cheap packet of sparklers. 

the palpable excitement rolling off of your lover’s body has your heart rate speeding up as the two of you approach the shoreline of a small nearby beach. 

maybe it was the shaky reflection of the moon on the water, or the night breeze that licked at your ankles and made you huddle closer to touya, or the warmth from his hand seeping into the cracks in your palm, but you couldn’t help the sense of sentimentality that crashed over you. you weren’t sure if you could call it love, the way you were certain it was an indisputable feeling of fondness. or perhaps it was both and you have yet to figure this out. 

what you did know is that you are now ready to invest your life savings into buying touya sparklers as often as you possibly can. the indifferent expression he typically wears on his face now lights up in an effortless, boyish grin that could put the sun to shame. and the nostalgic sound of touya’s sparkler crackling away, combined with the soft sigh of waves meeting the sand, is drowned out by your lover’s boisterous laugh as he swings his sparkler around excitedly.

this went on for a bit – you attempted to draw out hearts and stars with your red sparkler, while touya tried (and failed) to spell out your name with his yellow one. 

but all good things come to an end, and it pained you to see the smile on touya’s face fading when you reached into the plastic tray to find one last sparkler.

“let’s make a wish on this last one,” you declare, pushing the long blue stick into his hands. “you can do the honours because you bought me dinner.”

“i see you’re easy to please,” he teases, but reaches for the lighter in his pocket anyway.

“so are you.”

a quick click of the lighter was all it took for the sparkler to come to life, spurting white-gold bursts of fire that fizzled away as quickly as they came. your lover swings the sparkler in the shape of a lopsided heart excitedly. you couldn’t help but notice how the blue sparkles matched his eyes, making them glow impossibly brighter in the dark. 

but before you could let yourself get too distracted by your boyfriend’s good looks, you catch sight of the empty sparkler packet once more, bringing your attention back to the task at hand.

“hurry up, touya. you need to make a wish before the sparkler dies,” you urge. 

the calm smile on his face doesn’t waver. “patience, love. if i only get one wish, i’m not wasting it.”

his eyes close. in the faint light of the moon and the sparkler he was holding, you marvelled at the delicate slope of his nose and the way his lashes kissed his skin. he looked so happy. and the fact that this was a relatively rare sight created a dull ache in your chest, that was quickly overtaken by a sense of panic as you realised his sparkler was dying faster than before.

“touya!” you manage to squeak out. “hurry up!”

the sparkler sputters out its last few flames.

touya’s eyes flew open. “i wish tomorrow would never come.”

then the sparkler fizzes out, leaving the two of you shrouded in darkness.

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when you opened your eyes, it was april 11.

the remnants of sleep tug at your brain temptingly but you fight to keep your eyes open, your vision zoning in on the television by the bed. a familiar green board dotted with white tiles takes up most of the screen. must be an old episode of wheel of fortune, you think to yourself, before lazily snuggling back into your lover’s chest.

a new question pops up.

one letter p, one b, and one a. two words; the first one long and the second one short. the category is fictional characters. 

“it’s probably paddington bear,” you whisper.

touya’s hand pats at your hair. “no, it’s obviously pretty baby. like you – you’re my pretty baby.”

you eye the 10-letter blank on the screen and shrug.

“you know what? you’re probably right.”

a/n: love you bubby! thank you for being one of my first friends on here. i’m grateful for your encouragement and kindness, and i hope your days will always be merry and bright. <3

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31 year old soggy loser touya that can't drive or stay out after curfew and that was released from prison 7 months ago and has to keep his job at ace hardware and has to go to his meetings and is figuring out how to both apologize and forgive and is so far behind socially among his peers because of all he had to endure during his child/teenagehood my beloved