Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Shouto Todoroki/Izuku Midoriya/Tenya Iida/Eijiro Kirishima/Katsuki Bakugou

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"I hate your father, but you're the most amazing piece of artwork I've ever seen!"

Those were the first words you ever uttered to the monotone, bi-coloured male, Shouto Todoroki. Although your enthusiasm was quelled quite quickly, given your curious nature, that simple phrase set his heart alight. Never before had someone, especially such a unique goddess, publicly expelled the notion that the Number Two Hero was anything but legendary. Shortly after coming to terms with these newfound emotions, you began constantly appearing in his line of vision, twinkling and rosy-cheeked. Understanding that a possibly unhealthy amount of love was now involved, he felt his life becoming far more complicated. Every recollection of your Earth-shattering words elicited a smirk, which danced on his lips with grave inexperience. Still, he experienced all the joys and sorrows those tender feelings evoked, and he cherished them with his whole being.

However, his mild diffidence prevented him from exposing his love, and every day he watched from afar as you interacted with many different males. A bubble of jealousy welled up within him, often coming dangerously close to bursting. Your popularity was off the charts - he knew this, but it simply exacerbated his envious tendencies. Nobody would have suspected a thing, of course, thanks to being so aloof, but sometimes he wished you could see just how your overly-friendly personality tore his heart in two. Suddenly, there was a very stentorian howl, and the heterochromatic boy glanced towards the source, noting the emergence of none other than Katsuki Bakugou into the fray. His thundering heart had also decided that you were his, and any objections would be overruled. The boy was observant, however, so he became acutely aware when his actions were rendering you uncomfortable. He also noticed the sad yet hopeful glint twinkling behind those (e/c) gems, although he didn't quite understand what was causing it. The two gifted quirk users were at odds with one another, and this only intensified when Bakugou caught Todoroki's eyes lingering on your form for a bit too long.

"Come on, man. Leave her alone." Spiky crimson hair bobbed up and down as its owner walked.

Bakugou's acerbic voice countered him with a "Don't tell me what to do, shitty hair!"

Lips parted in a sigh and one hand awkwardly scratching his neck, Eijiro Kirishima turned to you. "Sorry about this, (Y/n)."

"No, no." You made an Iida-like hand motion. "It's just who he is. Really, there's no point trying to change him. Plus - I happen to think he's rather entertaining!"

The entire class collectively sweat-dropped as Bakugou retorted, "What did you say, bitch?!"

Pouting, you addressed him in slight irritation. "It's not 'bitch'. It's (Y/n). Try saying it - (Y / n)." You spelled out the name, as if he were a child finding difficulty in the alphabet.

Fists clenched, jaw about ready to snap right off, he yelled, "Fuck you!"

"HOW DARE YOU USE SUCH FOUL LANGUAGE IN THIS CLASSROOM! WHAT WOULD OUR PREDECESORS THINK IF THEY SAW THIS DISRESPECTFUL DISPLAY?" There he was - the profanity police, in all his perfect-uniformed, muscly glory.

The ensuing altercation caused you to grow rather fearful of your position. You were situated smack bang in the middle of the chaos, which was something you usually endeavoured to avoid. Escape was virtually impossible, given the close proximity of all persons involved. Reaching a weak hand outwards, hoping it wouldn't be shredded amidst the ever-evolving fight, you gently tugged on Kirishima's sleeve. Immediately spotting your plight, he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. This definitely calmed your nerves, but it also prompted another emotion - something akin to love, perhaps. As your mind registered this, a flush of scarlet (almost mirroring the boy's hair) embarked upon a mission to paint your entire face.