For the fanfic request, can you make todomomo with injured todoroki and momo pampering him? Thank you and I love your blog <3
Note: TY for liking my blog :) My mind said fluff but my heart said angst …so here’s a mix of both. Sorry if you only wanted fluffiness :3 Also there’s a Voltron reference in there so whoever can catch that would be quite impressive. Happy reading!
In which Todoroki wakes up from a coma
Yaoyorozu tiptoed into the room, hands full from carrying two giant shopping bags filled with items she recently purchased. With her quirk, she would have no problem with forging these items, but she was taught by her parents to follow strict principles when dealing with the economy since young. The air smelled foul of chlorine and bleach and she scrunched her nose a few times, still not accustomed to the odd scent. As she turned to the right, she saw Todoroki peacefully napping with the blanket pushed to the side. A few minutes earlier, a nurse gave her a briefing of Todoroki’s condition, notifying her that he is now conscious and ready to have more than one visitor at a time. She was truly relieved when she had heard of his recovery. With hands clenched on her chest, wrinkling her chiffon blouse, she nodded in gratitude and hurried to his room.
She dropped the bags on the worn-out lounge chair, indistinct markings on her arms as the only indication that she was carrying anything, and was about to leave when a squeak of the bed caught her attention.
“Yaoyorozu,” his voice was deep, and Yaoyorozu spun around.
“Did I wake you?” She asked and her body stiffened. She stared at him, noticing the bandages that was still wrapped around his left arm and forehead, white and red hair poking out of the seams. He looked so much better though, she thought and a smile tugged at her lips, feeling as though a brick had lifted off her shoulders.
“I was going to wake up anyway,” he spoke and propped himself up with his right arm, “What are those shopping bags you brought?” He leaned over to face the chair and gawked. She quickly reached into one of the bags, face lighting up and looking proud, and began to rummage through it.
“I bought all of these in case you got bored,” she explained, “you still have another week before you get discharged so…” Todoroki felt intrigued just watching her pull the most random items out one by one, anticipating what’s in store. A chessboard, chess pieces, books, and an Ipad came first, then came stacks of magazines with little tags on them.
“I colour-coded and categorized these magazines based on genre and degree of interest…‘cause what are we? Animals?” Yaoyorozu took one as an example and laid it in front of the boy, and he cocked an eyebrow. He shouldn’t be surprised actually; she was the epitome of a model student after all.
“There’s sports, technology, cooking…I actually debated about the food-related magazines but ehhh…who doesn’t like food,” The girl rambled on, “oh and there’s also sports illustrated and the R-rated ones.” She said the latter rather shyly, but tried extra hard to brush it off. Todoroki scratched his head, and nodded. Not that he was particularly interested in the R-rated magazines, he pondered, but it’s the thought that counts. And also if Mineta were to come and visit, he can have something…to look at.
“Thanks,” he replied, taking a sip out of the glass beside him. He peeked through the glass to observe the girl.
She seemed a little unnatural today, pushing all these things on him. She’s fidgeting a lot too, which was not usual. Not that he was complaining; he was extremely appreciative for her efforts. He watched as she maneuvered herself around the couch and moved a chair over. Careful not to agitate his wound, Yaoyorozu started to massage his arms and gestured for him to turn around so she could get his back too. A serene silence overcame them and no one said a word to disrupt the peace. A hole in the back of his hospital attire gave way for her to fully see the wound on his spine. She bit her lip, eyes sliding over to his neck, and again to the scar on his back. She just couldn’t ignore it, finding herself gravitating towards the painful memories again and again. This was where the blade fell. Fingers grazing softly on the roughness of the scar, she let out a sigh, and her lips began to quiver. Todoroki seemed to have noticed this, but did not act.
“Yaoyorozu,” he spoke steadily, “You can stop.”
She rubbed her eyes a little, straightening herself on the chair, “what are you talking about, I’m just getting started–”
“You feel guilty for what happened. I know.”
She blinked a few times, tears welling up, and she couldn’t muster the courage to deny it anymore. She collapsed against his back, letting her tears fall, as both of her shaking hands seized his shoulders for support. He could feel her trembling against him, he could hear her muttering incoherently to herself, and the wetness of her tears. This was one of the most vulnerable moments he’s seen her in, and he had to let her take a moment to compose herself.
“I’m not …doing this because I feel bad,” Yaoyorozu uttered, between small heaves. He turned around and watched her lower her head.
“Every day,” the girl’s eyes centered on his and her voice blared with such raw emotion that it made his blood run cold, “Every day, I prayed. I prayed so hard. I kept asking whoever…whoever’s controlling destiny or fate, to not take you away.”
He watched as a tear trailed down her cheek. What hit him, though, was what came next.
“You had no idea how much I wished it were me instead. On this bed. And not you.”
He clenched his fists, hair shadowing his eyes.
“I protected you because I couldn’t lose you, Yaoyorozu,” he picked up his head, “Forgive me.”
She was astonished, shuddering and confused by the sudden confession from him. But their feelings connected then.
“Don’t apologize. You saved my life,” she sniffed, a hand still on him, and Todoroki marvelled at how angelic she appeared even in light of the situation.
“I made you worry though,” he continued. Although his left hand was bandaged tight, he still lifted it to feel her damp cheek. She held his hand there for a while, yearning for him.
“Fine,” she quickly added and gained a hopeful expression, “how about you make me dinner when you’re out and we call it even?”
Todoroki eased, “I guess I better put these cooking magazines to good use then.”
She closed her eyes, no longer losing heart, letting her expression fade to a beatific rendition.
Even in the midst of it all, Todoroki never once made her feel like she had to trek through it alone.