My Hero Academia // Book of One-Shots

Together ~ Shoto Todoroki

20K words of angst, with some smut and a tiny bit of fluff. Also, I'm absolute shit at writing child characters so please excuse that mess. 

A few things to note before continuing; 

*(M/N) = Mother's name

*(F/N)=Father's name

*Genkan is that little place in Japanese homes where they take their shoes off. 

*Engawa is the porch thing that wraps around a traditional Japanese home. 

*Butsudan is a Buddhist shrine used to pay respect to deceased relatives. 

~*~

In the palms of tiny hands, he steps forward.

To begin a new life with the one he loves, he looks to the horizon,

  And smiles.

 ~*~

December

There was a certain essence to the air that night which (Y/N) remembered distinctly. An essence like no other; unique and much like the atmosphere surrounding the blooming of the cherry blossoms. Yet, as (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bay window and looked to the streets below her; in place of soft pink leaves were delicate white petals falling from heavy grey skies. The streets themselves were blanketed with a thick dusting of the late December snow.

The young girl sat with her knees curled to her chest, her arms wrapped comfortably around her legs while a single cheek pressed against a clothed knee. She sighed quietly, her tired eyes watched from the fifth floor as the once lively streets of Musutafu began to quiet down. Even those preparing for the upcoming New Years festival would be forced to put their plans on hold in this weather.

A sharp vibration in her left pocket pulled (Y/N) from her mindless thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for her phone, unashamed to admit that she was desperately hoping to see his name appear on the screen.

But as fate—and seemingly God himself—enjoyed playing cruel games with her sanity; the one who rang her that late December night was not the person she was desperate to hear from. But instead, nothing more than an accidental dial from one of her classmates. It was annoying, but at the very least; (Y/N) could admit that she found Kaminari's endless rambling amusing for a whole fifteen seconds before she hung up.

With a defeated sigh, (Y/N) tossed her phone aside and stood from the window bay. She stretched her arms into the air, tired eyes glanced to the hand clock on the wall. The hour hand sat well past eleven, much later than she usually slept; but sleep itself did not seem to come easy for the young girl during those agonizing two weeks.

As she began to set up her bed, (Y/N) thought to the many nights when a pair of calloused hands would be there to help her. He'd always set up the bedding, making sure to smooth out every bit until it was to his liking. (Y/N) would usually stand over the bedding, thick blanket in hand and a small smile on her lips. When he'd finish, (Y/N) would toss the blanket over the bedding and he'd stretch it out until every corner was covered. 

It'd become a routine she'd grown so accustomed to. Unknowingly, too.

It wasn't until Shoto had left for London that (Y/N) finally realized just how much she missed his subtle guiding. He'd always make sure to get everything as perfect as possible before laying down. And as (Y/N) settled into the futon, she found herself hissing within pitch-black silence because no matter how many times she stretched, smacked or rearranged the bedding; without Shoto, it just simply wasn't the same.