@shotodism
☆ a semi-active mha community ... christmas may have come early
⋆ gotta remind myself to answer ^^ stuck at my aunts house today. not even being paid to do this.. I've been wrapping gifts since 10am
[ look who's under the mistletoe !! ] what.. ( a lost katsuki stood in the doorway of the living area holding his drink. only to have an eccentric blonde point out him being under the plant. so what if he was, it was just him and– his head catches a figure to his right. shoto was standing next to him now. god damn it, this timing was not right at all. he hadn't even begun dating him yet. )
/ you know i had to add it, christmas season..
[ @kktsukii ] × [ there's an itch across his skin and shouto hasn't the slightest clue to solve it. he almost needs to get away. not in an anxious sense — but to have a second to himself. heck, he was still reeling over it. no sane person thought about a kiss this much. ( to his knowledge, at least. ) he expected it to be rough, considering he was yanked closer. but it .. wasn't. it was gentle. katsuki's doing, obviously. it didn't feel like the blond seemed grossed out. that was a good sign, he supposed. it made him feel less guilty. a small breath leaves him, gaze and mind focusing on the bustling chatter around them. they caused quite the scene, hadn't they? but katsuki starts speaking and his attention splits a little, making sure he was hearing him right. it was relieving to hear he wasn't terrible. but without the plant? without the ... oh. what ? katsuki would kiss him without the mistletoe??? his head turns fully, lips open just a little to say / something / back, but the blond leaves his side anyways. in an attempt to still seem sane, he clears his throat a little, finally making way into the place. to casually take a seat ... or stand.. see — now he was thinking on it. shouto would probably kiss him too given the chance. there shouldn't be shame saying it in his own head ... but there was weird fuzzy feeling in replacement. it made him feel a little sick in a not so awful way. maybe he was just crazy. there's no way bakugou just said that to him. he must have imagined it. and if he did.. why did he imagine him saying / THAT / ?! hands fidget in his coat pocket and now he's found himself a little near a corner. he couldn't muster chit chat right that second, not when he could still see the particular blond so causally move here and there through the mass of friends. ]
( hands shoved, carefully, into pockets, ruby gaze turning to glimpse shotos reaction. was he unbothered by the kiss, katsuki hadn't gotten a chance to look at him directly after. his lips almost tug down into a frown, though his expression remains straight. he couldn't gouge the others reaction, though was that far off from normal. sure, shoto was somewhat more expressive, unless he was thinking, or confused about something. then that leaves you to wonder how he feels. [ damn, this definetly screwed things. ] since he wasn't sure how to leave it, after that, he decided to go with something somewhat sweet and ever the honest words. ) it wasn't terrible. i'd do it again without the plant if you wanted. ( though he said it all in a low tone, before walking away from the doorway and over to grab a drink. face starting to turn a darker shade but he repressed it as it was mixing with annoyance. he needed a distraction. katsuki picked up the red cup, filling it with a slightly tangy drink, he could hear the idiots calling him and making cute jests on his behalf. they were all still those highschoolers at heart it seems. )
[ @kktsukii ] × [ " c'mere " ? now what kind of plan was that? was this a first for bakugou? this was a first for him .. at least he was pretty sure it was. not that he would mention it. he didn't dare mention it because that would be lame. or dumb. or whatever anyone wanted to call it. there's no fault except / almost / a slight stumble before they're close and personal but shouto is given no chance to think anyways. he's pulled in, firm— soft? lips against him in a feverish kiss. the color shoots up his neck and there's less than a second where his right hand hovers ( brushes, really ) over the blond's waist. how could a short moment feel as though it lasted forever? in reality, a second or two passes and it ends. katsuki moves back, he leans his own face back in response. thank the high heavens his right side wasn't angled towards anyone, his hands shoots back into his jacket as if the action never occured. his own tongue swipes over his bottom lip, not even worrying about it being too.. dry? if that mattered. why would it????? who knows, but he had just watched bakugou do the same. his gaze snaps to the opposite direction, staying what he could relatively hoped he could call calm. ( say something. ) he addresses the somewhat ( very shocked ) crowd as well. ] it's tradition .. no? it's alright. ( so says his racing heart. )
( courting someone was always the most.. troublesome? you could say, portion of the dating aspect. it was even stranger for someone who only recently got in touch with his emotions within like his teenage years. even now as an adult, as he walked into the pro hero building where the number two hero worked, he couldn't fathom if this was correct. but he was prideful, confident, and didn't give a shit about all the stares and whispers that seemed to be going on behind him. gnawing on his lip, he does the most awkwardly stupid thing and kicks the door open instead of opening it. running a hand through ash blond hair, ruby eyes scaling the room for a certain dual quirk wielder. once spotting him, he makes his way over. and yes he was holding flowers, how else was he suppose to show up to ask the other out. now they weren't roses, katsuki couldn't stand anything stereotypical, if it wasn't the best. he refused to be basic. he'd chosen hydrangeas, for some reason, he thought they were befitting, for someone of shoto's stature. seeing as the number two hero was in a conversation, katsuki stayed a bit aways, allowing him to finish talking. though he impatiently had been tapping his foot, right hand holding the flowers, carefully at his side. )
[ @kktsukii ] × [ it finally kicks in that whatever this was could just .. happen. no need to overthink. it was a dinner, a little bit of a nice one. he had received flowers – they were gorgeous. katsuki was coming to pick him up himself .. these were date qualities. would it be more harmful to pretend they're hanging out or to just feel out the flow and enjoy himself? perhaps he'll go with the latter. eyes fixate on his fingers as he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his hair a little. not something he would usually do .. but this didn't feel like an everyday flat hair dinner. not a tie person but he slips on a watch, which may be useful. in his head, it was better to glance at a watch than a phone. shouto is near the door when it sounds, his second shoe slipping on just in time. his phone — he runs to grab it real quick and his own coat before undoing the lock and opening the door. ] I'm all .. [ set. set, is the last word there. there's .. more words to say. words he could have said. the blond is dressed nice, ( a good judgement on his own part instead of casual ), almost cooly leaning to the wall. he takes it in and there's no fighting the small smile that graces his lips. worries? practically all gone. ] .. you look good.
( upon hearing his phone buzz, katsuki shifted from his rest–like position on his lounge area. hand now grasping his phone, he swipes, crimson eyes seeming eager to read the message. which was from shoto. [ getting ready huh, guess that's my que. ] the ash blond thought to himself, standing up, stretching out his back. he grabs a few of his necessities for this outing, keys, wallet, and a black cover up coat. that looked neat alongside button up. the male locked up his house, ignoring how he left the TV and a few lights on as he was a bit too eager for tonight. or perhaps it was excitive nerves that would shift later. it's not too far of a drive, before he's in front of shotos place. letting his car run, key still on him, he walks up and decides to physically let his presence be known. knocking / ringing a doorbell seemed much more proper than a " come outside " text. the ash blond leans against the wall near the closed doorway, waiting for the other to answer. crimson eyes closed, attempting to center his mind, his heart was racing a bit so he'd hope that'd do something. )
[ god, this better go well. ]
one left turn and suddenly he was already back at his house. time was flying / now / that he was out of work. how funny. gathering his things and making it in the house, he's checking the time and struggling with his closet. fashion was far from his strongsuit. suit? / no /. nice baby blue button up? .. sure. blue jeans .. that was a no. black slacks? okay. a tie? probably not. no tennis shoes either. dress shoes would have to do. matte, nothing shiny. then it's hair. there's a pair of socks he wants from the other room and he so happens to pass by his phone. shoot ! the time. he's quick to send a text, thinking a step or two ahead. " almost done getting ready. are you heading over? " was that too wordy? or not enough. ugh — he didn't know. he leaves the phone to finish on the charger, heading to the bathroom for final touches. he'd worry later. for now, he needed to remain calm for this .. date. he'd call it a date. no harm, no foul. ]
never thought i'd see the day where one of my siblings was talking to stone much less / a / headstone.
( an ethereal glow seemed to illuminat e around this being, though present while also not being. clothing all white as the day he'd chosen to wear them during the war all so long ago. it suited him, perhaps why he'd chosen it. apart from style. touya's gaze laid upon his brother, who looked all too grown up. but perhaps there was still a child that lingered within his mind, as there was for most everyone. the crunching of grass under his feet was a non–existent sound as he moved to stand near the grave stone. )
[ @INFURNACE ] × [ there's a lot to say but a small chunk was said in prayer. not the kind to wish the other was in hell — that's not what touya would have wanted. this was the kind to hope that he wasn't suffering .. wherever he was. eyes open to take in the scenery, a heavy weight settling over his chest. words often dried up in times like these. what's was there to say? other times he was just here for a quick visit. maybe to swipe the dust, pray, and call it a day. this was just different. ) is it crazy to miss someone you barely had time with? [ he can't help but wonder aloud. yes, he had older siblings. but what about his older brother? their mother's firstborn? time could be such a cruel thing. a heavy sigh leaves his lips before he reaches for the inside of his coat, pulling out a couple flowers with a twine wrapped around their stems. rindous .. is was their mother's favorite flower. the gift is set down quietly on the grave, almost as if setting it in touya's lap. fingertips go over the engraving of kanji, as if commuting the characters to memory. ] nii-san would have hated this. [ the quip makes him laugh, almost confidently knowing he was right. touya would probably tell him to go home but luckily, he didn't have a say at that time. ( little did shouto know, that is. ) ]
( obviously there's silence, not that shoto could hear him or see him anyways. but touya was thinking, perhaps wondering how often any of his siblings visited his resting space. especially shoto. who he could no longer call his younger brother. ) you've really grown up shoto. ( there was an approval in his voice, not that his opinion mattered in life or death. he. was where their father was all those years ago, a hero. one that touya wished he could've been long before everything. but seeing shoto, accomplish so much... how could he not feel this? a sense of pride, even if he was spiteful of him for so long– of everyone, that didn't make him any less of a man. he could still acknowledge what he couldn't do and what this one could. what he HAD done. ) not sure why you're wasting time here. ( amusement lighting up his face, sitting in a criss crossed form next to shotos figure. face resting in palm, an overly airy wind blowing his white hair. ) you're the only one who visits. ( for whatever reason, even if the others did visit, touya only ever saw shoto. perhaps thi s was his curse, tethered to earth having to see the one person he had hated so long because of his father's neglect. but he. wasn't scornful anymore, death frees you of a lot of things. that and he really did feel proud of his brother, even if he was disappointed in himself. must suck for a hero so high ranked to have a villain brother for family, alive or not. )
[ @INFURNACE ] × just as i last saw it ... [ the dual haired man wasn't sure what brought him here on this day. well — he knew deep down, but it wasn't something he wanted to touch on. there's a brief second where all shouto can do is stare, a mix of feelings bubbling inside him. he turns for a second, the wind picking up a few leaves and scraping them across the ground. heterochromatic eyes glance around just to take in the area before looking forward and kneeling softly. hands clasp together and eyes close in a moment of silence, despite the loudness in his mind. ... gone .. too early. if only perhaps his nii-san was born in a different time. or they had a different father. perhaps he would have thrived in uraraka-kun's new quirk program. perhaps. ]
* mr krabs ... i have an ideeeaaa. but hey.. seriously i do it's a very.. COOL idea! i've missed touya. I miss all my mha anons to be real.
* too exhausted to use my brain literally been falling asleep without knowing sooo in the morning it is
. . . what are we high schoolers?
( a mutter of amused displeasure within his voice, gaze flitting down at the slip of paper between his fingertips. the name strewn upon it, a result of the pre – planned secret santa event, by his fellow friends. the ash blond flickered his gaze back upwards, onto the male– who had been conversing with the others, shoto. that was who he had chosen. according to the hat anyways. he clicked his tongue, eyes still trained on the two tone haired male, as he stuffed the slip of paper in his pocket. crimson hues traveled towards a nearby window, a light flurry of snow was in the current weather. anyone could tell how displeased katsuki could get, if they knew him closely enough. he did his best to closet his disliking of the cold, he still had his pride, even at this age. but it was better, extremely. )
part one
as much as he wanted to give a parting message, he couldn't find it in him to pipe up. the day had been long and the ash blond already caught most of their attentions once. katsuki lead the way and he trailed behind, not all too far. their steps are nearly in tandem, even if they weren't side-by-side. heterochromatic eyes glanced around the building, simply taking in the decorations and little accessories. personally, the places he dwelled were often pretty plain. a lot of people in his life could attest to that. not that he didn't like decoration, in fact he rather enjoyed it a lot, but thinking back shouto realized he never had that much time to try different things out. until now, that is. the demand of a young hero after the war had skyrocketed until crime finally dwindled over the past couple years. it wasn't the best for work, but it was a wonderful thing for japan. the blond's grumble caught his ear and all of a sudden his own strides catch up beside katsuki. ( note to self: dont stare at your drink and get in your head, sho. ) ] sorry. not afraid — just thinking a bit. [ surely he wouldn't actually bite. was it his turn for conversation again? perhaps this would he the death of him. ] your reminder back there was kind. not having any sort of drink yourself tonight? unless you're avoiding it for taste, a certain diet, workout, etcetera.
[ @kktsukii ] × [ he nods to his words despite the fact that it probably should have been a verbal answer, but the answer is a given anyways. following suit, they both make it to the tables, katsuki more on the food side and shouto with the array of drinks. perhaps he was just overthinking his decision, but everyone seemed invested in their own conversations. a lot of people were congratulating him tonight and simultaneously catching up — hopefully he wasn't taking away from anyone who wanted to say hi or make conversation. yet, there was no intention to back out. fresh air sounded really good right now, and maybe he'd be a little more comfortable in a quieter space. besides, oddly enough, it was people like midoriya and bakugou that he found himself gravitating towards anyways, one of which he could have a nice one-on-one with. it was just what the ( hypothetical ) doctor ordered. hand hovering over two or three options, the two toned male mulled over his options. perhaps he would do something sweet .. something with alcohol? surprisingly, he hadn't been coerced into anything with alcohol that evening, even in celebration. eyes glance over to where katsuki was offering some words ( a playful bark, really ) of advice, which had taken pretty well. on the contrary, shouto himself was off for tomorrow. on that note, he picks the drink with a little kick and decides he'll sip on it in the fresh air.
( a few loud playful boos, and a comment of " buzzkill! " from kaminari –that he recognized, had him rolling his eyes fondly. he gestured with his head for shoto to follow, whilst he walked and ate. bakugo would make sure to finish the bowl at a well enough pace, so to not upset his stomach, while also making sure he's able to leave the empty dish container inside. 'sides it was cold out and he didn't want his food ruined by weather. his mind seemed to be formulating ideas at that, clothing during this weather was especially important as it'd most likely last for another couple months after the holiday and well into the new year. not that shoto ever seemed to be one for fashion. though whoever was managing his appearances was doing right by him at least halfway. perhaps that was an idea for a gift. others would say it's rather boring but katsuki had been thinking on it and he wouldn't care, it's for one person to dissect not twenty. ) really hate the cold ( he grumbles, dish finished within approximately five or so minutes. bowl now placed aside, strange how walking could pass time like that. being lost in thought as well. he stops though, having heard nothing from the todoroki in a bit. ) you're laggin, you haven't said a thing either. afraid i'll bite after saying i wanted peace?
/ please forgive my sins, falls to my knees. I DIDNT REPLY TO ANY OF THE THREADS AND THEY WERE SO ASVEJSKA sigh whatever you wish for, i swear it shall be done.
/ thank you thank you shall keep that in mind but i can't help but wish to stay awake for rps..
☆ shoto hc chain ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
- i can only imagine that sometimes he wakes up confused & nervous that he's not in his house because he gets to live at the dorms
- today is apparently one of those days where im reminded that shoto knows pressure points to relieve nausea because his training as a kid made him nauseous all the time
10.1.2024 — SHOTO TODOROKI.
manga & anime literate. est. by juniper.
quirk: half hot & half cold. whether
considered a blessing or a curse by
his parents, this power was honed &
bestowed upon the young boy. molded
and shaped by his father, the boy sought
nothing but his own identity. finding
himself in a mix of students who showed
him love and support— the boy quickly
found a place where he belonged. a
place where his identity could take roots.
his hero name? 'shoto'. a name befitting
only for himself, one that showcases the
scope and magnitude of his power.
interactions: (semi)lit./adv./nov. +17.
☆ shoto is just quietly chatting and katsuki tries his best not to drift off, no matter how many times sho says its fine. crimson eyes close at a slower rate and just the sight of it brings an indescribable flutter to his chest.
"youre kind of pretty when sleepy.."
"youre so lucky im this tired.."