bnha scenarios

todoroki shoto | ⛈⚠

prompt: todoroki's still messing with the murder business and y/n isn't too happy about it. [3/3]
category: angst + trigger warning
trigger warning: gore
character: king of daddy issues
word count: 2097
song: house of cards by bts (jin + jimin + jk + v)

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Insecure again, dangerous again
So bad (why?) us, yeah
Enduring more, holding out
So hard (hard), we can't

SHE OPENED HER EYES, sunlight immediately streaming across her view as a small groan left her lips. Y/n sat up slowly, her white nightgown scrunching underneath her as she moved upwards. She could hear the faint cries of her son, her brows furrowing as her maternal instincts kicked in.

She slipped off the blanket, barely sparing a look at her husband's empty spot on the bed. If he wasn't with her, he was most likely 'working'. One of the maids tried stopping her by telling her to get dressed for the day, but Y/n didn't give her any attention, heading in the direction of her son's whines.

Surprisingly, her son sat there, lips pulled into a pout as his eyes shined with tears. "Oh, so you have him," Y/n looked up, watching as the same maid handed her a bathrobe to wrap around herself. Sighing, she did as she was gestured to do, pulling the robe closer towards her torso as she stared at her husband.

Todoroki ran his tongue over his lips, heterochromatic eyes settling on his wife before flitting towards his son. "Yes, but he was crying for you. I was going to wake you up—" Y/n made her way down the stairs, instantly softening at the sight of Haruo reaching out his chubby hands for his mother. 

She lifted him up into her arms as his sobs settled, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he finally relaxed. "Of course he was crying; he's not used to his father being around," Y/n said, bitterness lacing her voice. Her brows were furrowed at her husband and he chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

He kissed her forehead before stroking their son's hair, sighing quietly. "I have to go off to work," As he was about to pull away, Y/n grabbed the cuff of his blazer. He paused and turned to look back at his wife. She glanced at him, "Make sure to wash the blood off your hands before you hold our son."

Shoto pursed his lips, swallowing harshly before nodding.

Even if you already knew
We couldn't stop
No way, no way, no way, falling

Shoto raked his hair back, making sure to be extra careful to not get blood on his shirt as he slipped off his blazer. It had been five years since Bakugo had practically massacred all of the staff, having enough mercy to spare his wife and his son at the very least. However, the event had traumatized them both.

Haruo was barely able to form coherent sentences and the night of the shooting, the doctor had told them that Haruo's hearing would only worsen. The echoes of the bullets and gunshot pings had left his eardrums weak, small streaks of dried blood having painted the outer rings of his ear. 

Haruo also desperately clung to his mother; he often refused to be held by anyone else and Y/n's protective instincts had only increased tenfold. She would allow the maids to bring him food, but she would watch him as he ate. The maids and butlers were left to do menial tasks but were never allowed to intrude on their personal schedules unless they were requested to do so.

However, that wasn't the most alarming thing. Y/n's distrust hadn't only lingered for the people who serviced them within the house, but it had evolved into contempt; contempt for her own husband.

As time passes by
We only mess it up even more
No way, no way, it's collapsing again

"Oh," Y/n blinked in genuine surprise. Still, though, there was a dull look behind her eyes, as if she wasn't the most delighted to see her husband home so early. "You're home." Her voice was stale and Todoroki swallowed harshly under her gaze. For once, he felt tense in front of her, unsure of what would be the right response or action.