first off, just wanted to say congrats on the new blog!! I'd like to request a scenario with a female s/o and todoroki and kacchan (seperately) where the s/o is kinda insecure and gets jealous when she notices how much attention the boys receive from other girls. Maybe end it off with them comforting her and it getting a lil steamy? ;) thanks!!
first request *_* Yeiiii 🎉
Thank you Anon! I’ll try my best to live up to
It took a little longer than expected and I
think I went a little over board 🙈 Nevertheless, I hope you’ll like it!
The school bell rings, you grab your bag and
stand up from your seat, ready to exit1-A’s classroom after a long, tiresome
In your mind you are already enjoying the walk back to the dorms with your
love, Shouto. A smile starts to form on your face, but it’s completely lost
when the classroom door opens. You stop in your tracks and frown upon the
scenery in front of you. A horde of girls has gathered in front of U.A.’s most
famous class and like predators they are ready to catch a glimpse of their prey.
The walk of pretty boys, that’s how
rumor has it called.
As you growl slightly, you don’t notice that Shouto is
already at your side, ready to leave the room. “Can we?”, he asks, his
heterochromatic eyes almost starring dispassionately at you. You wonder whether
he really doesn’t know what’s going on or he doesn’t care, or he actually enjoys it. No, he’s not like that, is he? Half lost
in your thoughts, you notice the white and red haired boy is still staring at
you and all you manage to do is a nod. Without a second thought he turns on his
heels and walks straight out of the door, you follow him just a step behind. He
could have at least taken your hand or something, you murmur to yourself.
Shouto pays no attention to his surroundings, as he passes the corridors
quietly with you at his side, but you do. A lot. Suddenly, your heart starts
beating faster and it feels like a hammer pounding in your ribcage. You can
hear the other girls whispering as you pass by and you are sure they’re judging
you. Of course they do, your boyfriend is literally the pretty boy of class 1-A and you are just an average looking
girl, with average strength, average grades and an average quirk. You avert
your eyes, looking to the floor. “What
does he even want from this nobody?”, you are not sure if it was an actual
comment or just one of your too many thoughts. Your footsteps come to a halt,
when you almost bump into the back of your lover. Another crowd has formed,
this time in front of him. You raise your head, seeing him chatting with some
girls and oh my word, was that a
smirk? You narrow your eyes as a sudden wave of jealousy is washing over your
body. You feel your cheeks heat up and you inhale sharply, which goes not
unnoticed by your boyfriend. He cocks his head, his lips ready to form an
apology for the sudden interruption, but you are too busy to notice. You cut
him off with a cute smile, but your eyes are like poison and your words cut
like a knife “It’s okay Todoroki, I understand, see you at the dorms”.
to take it any longer, you make your way through the horde of girls, falling
into a jog to escape as fast as possible. What’s up with you all of a sudden?
By the time you reach the dorm door, you are out of breath. To regain your
composure, both physically and mentally, you lean onto the pillar beside the
door, taking a deep breath. The words you said to him left a bitter aftertaste
in your mouth, you even called him by his last name.
Again, you are too
self-absorbed to notice that your boyfriend has caught up to you, currently
watching you with a worried expression on his face. “Want to have a talk,___?”,
you snap out of your trance, facing him at the end of the stairs. Your name roles
like velvet from his tongue and you feel a sudden pang of guilt in your chest.
Once more, the only thing you manage to do is a nod. He climbs the stairs and
takes your hand into his, leading you inside the building, straight into his
room. His hand feels warm and comforting. Do
you really deserve this? Now?
He closes the door behind him, releasing your
hand. You raise your head to face him, he is as deadpanned as ever. Now he’s
the one sighing, brushing his hair back with one hand at the same time. It’s
not like he’s having no feelings at all and deep down you know that. You start
to feel like an idiot. Again, he tilts his head, before he says bluntly “You
are jealous, why is that?”. You bite your lip and before you can say anything
he continues “You trust me, don’t you? I thought it’s a mutual thing”.
him, didn’t you? Feeling a lot more self-conscious than before, you grab your
left elbow with your right hand, trying to keep the little composure you had
left. However, your body betrays you and before you can do anything, tears
start streaming down your face. Shouto’s eyes change from questioning to
concerned and you know you owe him an answer. Shakily you say “I am sorry,
Shouto, I’m so sorry”, you grip your elbow harder “I… I actually don’t know
why… no, I know…. it’s…. I feel so ashamed now”. You can’t really comprehend
your thoughts and your body starts to shake from the erupting sob, but before
it’s happening you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your body. Shouto
pulls you close to his chest, his scent is calming and soothing. “I’m such an
idiot, why do you even like me?”, your fingers clench his shirt and you ramble
on “I’m just average, there are so many other girls, so many pretty girls, with
cool quirks and they are super smart and –“, he cuts you off with a kiss.
might definitely not be the best at conveying his feelings with words, but he
is definitely good when it comes to intimate actions. His kiss is deep and
passionate “It might be true that there’s someone out there smarter than you,
or you consider them more beautiful and their quirk better than yours, but to
me”, he smiles “To me you are the best, the smartest, the most talented and
most beautiful girl in the world. In my eyes you are utterly amazing”, again
you start to tear up, but this time it’s because you are happy. You start to
open your mouth, but before you can say something he cuts you off with a kiss
again. It’s even more passionate and kind of apologetic. He bites your lower
lip softly, asking for permission, which you eagerly grant him. You wrap your
arms around his neck, carefully grinding against him, letting your feelings
guide your way. A low growl escapes his throat and his grip around your waist
tightens, before his hands starting to roam up and down the sides of your body,
never breaking the kiss. Before you know it, he lifts you up in his strong
arms, taking you to his futon. “I think this is a more adequate place to
continue”, he says breathlessly.
You were currently working out with your
boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, the famous foul mouth of U.A.’s class 1-A. You were
actually glad he allowed you to be here with him, that meant he acknowledged
you as an equal, didn’t it? He would never work out with a person weaker than
him, you knew that for sure. He mentioned it so many times, he wouldn’t make an
exception for you, would he? He wouldn’t be around someone weaker than him,
would he? You sighed heavily as you approached the next place in the gym. Why
were you thinking about stuff like that anyway?
You settled down in a spot in
front of a mirror, ready to do some squats with some heavy weights on your
shoulders. You wondered if those weights would be enough to impress your
boyfriend. Stop, why were you even thinking about impressing him. You watched
your reflection in the mirror. From head to toe and back. You had a nice body,
didn’t you? Or maybe, maybe, you should
define your arms more? Were they flabby? Taking a closer look into the mirror,
you couldn’t only see your reflection, you also saw other girls in the gym
working out. Girls with perfect bodies, girls lifting more than their own body
weight. Holy shit, look at those beasts. Or were you just being the noob here?
Right as that thought crossed your mind, you saw Katsuki staring at one of those
chicks. You couldn’t really make it out, but you swore you saw a smile crossing
his face. You narrowed your eyes, what did she have that you didn’t.
came here regularly and truth to be told, this gym was actually the only place
were other girls tried to approach him. The other girls at U.A. knew about Bakugou’s
character, about Bakugou’s behavior. Usually, it was enough to keep them at a certain
distance. You were one of the few once brave enough to defy him and together
with your actions you earned his trust and as time passed, his heart. You were
patient enough to discover that he was actually really smart and he cared for
people dear to him. Okay, he cared in his own “Katsuki way of caring”, but
well, he cared. It was different here in the gym though. Of course he brushed
the flirting off, countering it with some curses and a lot of swearing. The
hell would he care that he was speaking with girls. In his eyes everyone was equal,
equally dumb, to be precise. Nevertheless,
all the cursing and swearing didn’t stop those girls from talking to him. It
was probably this bad boy vibe, you figured.
Most of the time you didn’t mind,
but you never saw him flashing a smile at any of those wannabe yoga chicks.
Well, talking about yoga, this girl here in particular was lifting more weight
than you ever did. Was that the reason he was attracted to her? Because she was
stronger than you? You felt jealousy rising through your body. You wanted him
to look at only you, wanted his smile to only be reserved for you. You clicked
your tongue. If he wanted to have a badass chick, you could be that badass chick,
couldn’t you? You added a little more weight onto the already heavy bar. Examining
it cautiously, you suddenly didn’t feel so confident anymore. Once more you
looked into the mirror. Those tiny arms of yours would never be able to lift
all that shit, much less could your legs. You looked horrible, at least that’s
how you felt at that moment. You looked so weak. He would just dump you, like
some old trash.
“Oi, watcha doin’ there?”, you snapped out of your thoughts and
noticed Katsuki standing behind you. “Squats?”, you answered dumbfounded. The
spiky haired boy spared your bar a glance, then looked back at you. “Tzk”, he
exhaled, it was almost like he was mocking you. “What?”, you send him an annoyed
glance, feeling the previous jealousy again “Think I’m being too weak, or what?”,
you almost barked at him. “No”, he crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow “I
think you’re being stupid”. You bit your lip, not sure what to respond. “What? If
you don’t want a sarcastic answer, then don’t ask a stupid question. It’s obvious
you can’t lift that much”, you growled slightly. “Oh, so you’re really telling
me I’m too weak?!”, it stung a little in your chest, even though you knew he
was right. “Babe, shut it”, he hissed. “You’re telling me to shut it, but you
smile at this bitch? Go and love yourself Katsuki”, you hissed back, jealousy
had already taken a toll on you. He snarled, but you were already heading towards
“Woman!”, he caught up to you in the corridor. “God knows how lucky
you are that you’re just some minor nuisance to me”, he grabbed your wrist. “Oh,
now I’m a minor nuisance”, you countered. He rolled his eyes “Don’t take every
of my fucking words with a fucking pinch of salt”, he pulled you closer to him.
“Don’t jackshit me here”, he whispered, “I’m just worried about you, I don’t
want you to hurt yourself”. He wrapped his arms around you and you felt all
your frustration falling off, hot tears suddenly streaming down your face. “You’re
playing dirty here, babe”, he whispered into your ear. “But you look kind of fucking
sexy with that that sassy look”, you could feel his smirk even though your face
was buried in the crook of his neck. “I smiled at that fucking yoga bitch cuz
she desperately tried so hard with her ugly chicken legs”, he pulled away just
enough to see your face. He wiped away some tears, before he caught your lips
in a fiery kiss, pressing his body flush against yours. “Eeegh~”, you moaned “You’re
sticky”, you giggled while hastily trying to catch your breath. “Shut it”, he
slid his hands under your shirt, traveling all the way up your back, making you
arch into his touch “You’re the same”, he smirked “Seems like we need a shower”
“Idiot, we’re in the gym” “As if I care”, he pulled you into his arms again.