Bottom Todoroki Oneshots

Someone Special (ShigaTodo)

Warnings: Angst, Profanity and Small Manga Spoilers.

This ship is Tomura Shigaraki x Shoto Todoroki and was requested by:
@TodorokiSobauwu

Disclaimer (Semi Long):

I think this ship has a lot of potential since both Todoroki and Shigaraki had bad childhoods and deserve someone to love. I wasn't sure if I would ever get to write this ship because some people have a problem with this ship.

It might be because Todoroki is a minor so it's illegal but this a fanfic. It's not real. That's why it's called ✨FICTION✨

If you don't like it just don't read it and wait for other ships you may like or just request one. I don't want any hate on any ships people like. We respect people's preferences here 😌.

(Credit to the original artist of the picture above, it has an @ but I'm not sure on what social media platform it's on)

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A boy with cornflower blue hair walked the streets endlessly. His thoughts ran in circles as he came to his own conclusion about whatever he was thinking at that time.

He was now about thirteen years old and had already begun to build a path for himself to follow.

As he continued to walk around he stumbled upon an interesting neighborhood. Loud shouting and crashing sounds ringed throughout the street.

He continued to walk as the noise got louder.  It seemed to be coming from a particular house as he got closer to it. It was an traditional Japanese styled house different from the more modern houses that surrounded it.

He had wondered why the neighbor seem to not mind the racket. One would think that someone would've called the police to report the commotion.

The boy's curiosity had been intrigued. He jumped over the fence and made his way around the house. The boy finally found the source of the commotion.

He slide the tatami door slightly only enough to see what was happening inside. The sight in front of him was horrible.

It was a little boy with dual colored hair, a scar on the left side of his face, and heterochromia eyes around the age of eight years old. The boy was cowering underneath a familiar face that he recognized as the number two hero.

He heard the boy sob and plead as the hero sighed yelling criticism toward the boy. The boy had bruises and burns that covered his body.

Then a beautiful lady with white hair defended the little boy. The hero gave up his lecture and dragged the lady with him outside of the room leaving the boy all alone. The sight of the boy sobbing and being broken down on the floor reminded him so much of himself.

All of a sudden the pair of heterochromia eyes met with his crimson ones. He froze still for a little moment before the boy walked toward the door before opening it.

The boy looked at him before becoming slightly frighten. The boy bombarded him with questions on who he was and what he was doing.

He looked at the boy trying to calm him down. He had convinced the boy that he was a friend and meant no harm.

"What's your name mr. friend?" The dual haired boy looked at him with his own curiosity but the cornflower boy was unsure if he should be honest or not.