• Todoroki Shouto X Reader One-Shots • [REQUESTS OPEN]

Tipsy ~ Drunk! Todoroki x Reader

You yawn as you clean up the rest of today's dinner of the table.

It was just you in the house tonight, seeing as your husband, the pro hero Shouto, was out with friends doing who knows what. You didn't mind, however, because he's been a workaholic these past few months.

You, on the other hand, were quirkless. It's crazy how you two met in the first place, actually. Oh well, that's not important now.

A couple of knocks came from your door. You turn your body towards it and stride over to it. Opening the door, you found a very.. very interesting sight.

"Hey, Y/n-san..! So we went out, I'm sure you already know, and..uhm.." Izuku chuckles nervously, pointing towards a very red faced Shouto.

He was currently trying to get back inside the car he rode in, while Katsuki was pulling him back.

"Come on, you half and half bastard..!" The blonde slurs, growling.

Todoroki smacks him in the face, letting go of the car handle.

"Oh." You simply say, watching the scene unfold.

"C-Come on, Todoroki-kun. Y/n's waiting for you." Izuku calls to Todoroki.

Todoroki stops fighting Bakugou and looks at Izuku, then you.

"Wifey?" He says in a childish voice.

You blink at Shouto and become red-faced. He's never called you that before.

"Come, Shouto. We should get inside." You smile at him.

"O..kay." He slurs slightly and pushes Bakugou away, earning a growl from the blonde. He stumbles towards you.

"Thank you for being him back, Izuku." You smile warmly towards the greenette.

"It's no problem! Have a nice night, Y/n-san!" Izuku waves as he walks back to his car.

You wave back, as Todoroki latches onto your arm.

"Come on, Sho. Let's go inside." You smile, leading your drunk husband inside your house.

He stays silent, hiccuping quietly. You do feel his grip tighten on you, though.

You shut the door behind you, sighing. You turning to face Todoroki.

"Okay, go sit down, and I'll bring you some water, okay-"

"No." He says bluntly.

You blink, surprised by his answer.

"Please? I won't be long, honey-" You beg, only to be cut off by him again.

"Nope." He grins cheekily.

"Why? It won't be long. Five seconds at the most." You reason with him.

"No." He shakes his head, and begins picking you up.

Your eyes widened. "Shoto! Put me down!" You scold him.

"Mine." He says childishly, walking towards the couch.

He places you down gently, sitting next to you.

"Sho.." You say quietly, watching him snake his arms around you.

It didn't seem like he was going to budge, so you just sighed in defeat.

He snickers, kissing your neck. Your face flushes.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

"Nothiiing.." He replies in a singsong manner.

"Well, I don't believe that. It's time for you to rest anyways. You're very drunk." You tell him, smiling softly.

"Whyyy? I don't wanna.." He whines quietly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I just told you. Now, come on." You stand up, and grab his hands gently.

He pouts, dragging himself upwards.

"Come on, let's go-" You feel your body temperature heat up when you feel his body press against yours.

"You are really hot. I'm so glad I married you.." He mumbles in the crook of your neck.

"So you're saying that you only married me because I'm good looking?" You tease him.

His eyes widened and he looks at you.

"No!" He shakes his head aggressively. "I married you because you're very nice to me, and you always were there for me when I was sad.. I remember the day I met you, too." He explains, slurring his words every now and then.

You giggle. He watches your every move.

"I know.. I was teasing you. Now, let's go to bed, okay?" Your eyes soften.

".." He pouts quietly.

You give him puppy dog eyes.

"Fine.." He gives in, hiccuping again.

"Okay." You smile, leading him by the hand to your bedroom.

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Extended Ending:

You whisk the eggs, and pour the beat up eggs into the hot pan. You hear a subtle groan from the hallway.

"..Y/n?" You hear your husband's voice.

"In here, darling!" You say, smiling.

He walks out to the kitchen, his eyes tired. You snicker quietly.

"What's so funny?" He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Oh.. You were just so cute last night, that's all." You grin.

"..Hm?" He raises an eyebrow, clearing not remembering anything.

"Ah, it's nothing. Breakfast will be ready soon, so you should get dressed." You give a closed eye smile.

"Okay." He nods, giving you one last tight squeeze before letting go.

He walks off to the bathroom, his movements sluggish.

You simply chuckle, closing your eyes.

"You were just a little tipsy."