bnha scenarios

todoroki shoto | ☁⚠

prompt: todoroki is called to action but is sure to make quick work of it; after all, he has his princess to get back to. [1/3]
category: fluff + trigger warning
trigger warning: gore
character: king of daddy issues
word count: 2616

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"I'LL BE BACK," Todoroki said quietly, cupping the cheek of his goddess, his Aphrodite, his everything. And in turn, he was her Adonis, her god sculpted from pure magnificence that didn't fail to exceed her expectations anytime. She may have been his angel, but he was her Icarus; the one that flew too close to her heart and melted his initially cold exterior in the process.

And now she resided in the large mansion that belonged to him and his family: his criminal family, that is. She watched him carefully, her gaze falling to the pistol that was smoothly tucked away into his pants. "Promise to be careful?" Y/n said, reaching her hand up as she brushed her fingers gingerly against the skin of his cheek.

He delved into the warmth of her palm, a touch that he could never get tired of. "I promise, my love. I'll be back before you know it, princess." Todoroki leaned his head over, pressing his lips against her forehead lovingly. She smiled softly at the kiss, letting him pull away at Bakugo's sudden call.

She watched him leave and sighed, the door clicking behind him. "Are you feeling hungry, tired? Do you feel the need to cry for no reason?" Y/n glanced back, seeing her best friend recklessly stumble down the steps as he made his way to her. For someone who was in watch of a pregnant woman, he was very caring but far from careful.

"Now, I'm understanding why Shoto had a hard time accepting that you'd be my babysitter when he's gone," She quirked a brow, amusedly watching him slowly stand up. Kaminari frowned, clearly offended as he crossed his arms at her. "Hey!" Y/n paid him no mind, humming under her breath.

Denki sighed, following after her reluctantly. Now that her Adonis was gone, her perfectly sculpted work of art, Y/n was left to do nothing but mope and find warmth in other things. The angel was left alone, the gates of Heaven locked carefully behind her God that had left her behind.

Her God, however, was busy gritting his teeth and holding onto the gun that stuck out in his pocket. He had barely been gone for about twenty minutes and he already missed her. He missed the warmth of her touch, her bright smile, and the way that she truly represented such an angel.

She was adorned with a white dress last time he saw her, the image burned into his mind. The way that the white cloth had draped over her, kissing her skin with a sense of purity that Shoto wanted to ruin. He wanted her to moan, writhe, fall apart, all underneath him. Was that simply too much to ask?

He averted his eyes, breaking his train of thought as the sleek black van ran over another roadbump. It seemed like it. The way she had smiled at him and that gentle touch on his cheek still made him feel giddy inside; this sense of amorous joy ringing through him as he reached up to brush his hand against the skin she had lovingly touched earlier.

Y/n was always soft towards him, always gentle, always loving; which was why it was so hard for him to leave her in the first place. How was he supposed to know the gates of Heaven were securely locked? That no one would breach his paradise? How was he supposed to know that his angel wasn't being corrupted the millisecond he left his humble abode?

That's why he had left Denki. The bumbling, reckless idiot was far from the clear definition of stupid despite his lack of thinking in certain situations. The boy was mighty fine with a gun and even quicker when it came to evasion. It was almost impressive how many times his impulsive actions had saved their group.