BNHA X Reader OneShots

Todoroki X Fem!Reader: Part Two

Shoto had a mini panic attack when he saw you. It was just his luck that he would run into the one person he was trying to avoid in a public place, with his extroverted sister, no less.
To put it lightly, he was screwed. 
You see, the poor boy had developed, er, more than friendly feelings toward you. 
He had reasoned long ago that you would never love him back, so he had dealt with his feelings by ignoring them and avoiding you. This method worked, if you ignore the scalding hot sense of jealousy whenever another guy was around you.
God, he wanted you to be his. 
You looked over, then caught sight of him and whirled your head back around so fast he wondered if you would need the chiropractor. 
Fumi noticed his obvious discomfort and the sexual tension that was so thick Geon's blades could cut through it. 
She whispered, "Who's the girl?"
Shoto sighed quietly. No use keeping it a secret. "She's Y/n. I'll text you."
She rolled her eyes and elbowed him. "Don't text me dummy! Text her!"
He fidgeted. "I, uh, don't have her number."
Fumi started at him like he was the stupidest thing since the inflation of fortnite. "Well go get it then, Shoto!"
She shoved him towards you, him stumbling forward into your peripheral vision. 
He gulped as you turned to him, knowing he couldn't just walk away. 
"Hey, Todoroki," you monotoned as he internally ran around screaming. 
"H-hello, L/n. How's break going?"
"Same old, same old. You?"
He sighed. "Its full of chores and 'family activities'."
You chuckled softly. "That's harsh. So who's the girl?"
He looked at you, completely confused. Did you mean Fumi?
You gestured to Fumi, who was on the opposite end of the aisle trying not to look too suspicious while taking photos of the two of you. "Who's she?"
"Oh," he responded, the facts clicking together. "She's my sister, Fumi. Not my girlfriend, or anything like that. Nope, I'm single. Really, really single."
You smirked. "I'm not a dating app, I don't need your relationship status, Shoto. What are you again? Married?"
He smiled, embarrassed but amused at your wisecrack. You turned back to the shelves, obviously having a dilemma between buying goldfish or cheez-its. It was an awkward pause, something both of you were known for. 
"Well, I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Shoto."
"Wait!" he exclaimed. You turned. "This is extremely awkward, but, er, can I have your number?"
You raised an eyebrow. 
He caught himself, and lied through his pearly white teeth. "Um, yeah! Deku, um, wanted to invite you to something but didn't have your number."
"Funny, I have his . . . ." You held up your phone, Deku's contact showing on the slightly cracked screen. "Why do you really want my number?"
He blushed so hard he was afraid he was going to combust, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. "How do I say this . . . ."
You beat him to the chase. "I have a crush on you and I have for a while now. If you don't return my feelings, I'm fine with being just friends."
Shoto stepped back, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe it. His crush actually like him back. He was just about ready to do one of those shrill squeals Fumi did. 
"I-I-I . . . . I like you too, Y/n."
Your face lit up, the first time he'd seen you actually happy. "Wait, this isn't a joke, right? Or a dream? God knows I've dreamed enough of this moment . . . ."
He laughed, his pure glee turning it almost hysterical. You joined in, and the two of you cackled in the chips aisle of the grocery store. 
5 Years Later
You put your arms around your boyfriend, kissing him lightly on the lips. 
He beamed at you, his nose and cheeks a beautiful pale shade of pink. "I love you, Y/n."
You giggled and kissed him again. "I love you too, Shoto."