2.5k Special - Shoto Edition!

I struggled for a brief second, then the person got off me, "Y/N?"


I glared at Hawks, "Dumbass?" 


He sighed, "I thought you were another burglar, I turned the lights off to disorient them and it clearly worked against me just then." 


A moment later, someone barreled into Hawks, but they couldn't accomplish much, especially since threads were already wrapping around their unnatural amount of limbs. After a short, girly scream, Hawks apprehended the final burglar and we cleared the apartment together. There were five burglars in total, and by the time the police arrived to take them away, I'd gotten them to kneel in the living room with my threads tightly wrapped around them. I waved at Kenji, the chief of police, "Long time no see!"


He chuckled deeply, "You truly are a trouble magnet, aren't you?"


I shrugged as an officer gave me the all-clear to release my threads, "Maybe, or maybe it's this egghead!"


I directed the last bit at Hawks, who was filling out paperwork but still heard my insult, and he rolled his eyes at me. I stuck out my tongue and he returned in kind, elicting another chuckle from Kenji. However, the good mood was dampened when Hawks glanced at me, "We can't stay here tonight, they damaged a lot of windows and trashed the place up quite a bit. Pack some clothes and I'll see if we can't crash at Enji's tonight."


I did as he asked and we had soon arrived at the Todoroki residence. Fuyumi had already set up the futon in the spare bedroom and I quickly unpacked my stuff before snuggling under the futon's warm covers. I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, yet sad that it was already Sunday. I padded into the kitchen in my F/C and white striped oversized flannel which served as my nightgown and found Shoto already eating breakfast. I noticed another omelet already set up on a plate and he nodded at it, "That's yours."


I sat down, tilting my head in confusion, "How did you know I was coming?"


He pointed in the general direction of the staircase I'd used to traverse to and from my bedroom, "Creaky step."


I remembered the loud, creaky step with a frown and Shoto's eyes widened, "What's wrong?"


He seemed particularly jumpy, I wonder why? I blinked, "Nothing, it's just the face I make when I'm trying to remember something."


He visibly relaxed, "Oh, alright then."


We ate our omelets in silence after that and he deposited our plates into the dishwasher. However, the peace didn't last long. Endeavor walked in, "Since you're both here, how about some training."


It wasn't a question, more of a demand actually. Shoto, who was already decently dressed, nodded, but I pointed at my clothes, "Let me get changed first!"


Endeavor sighed, then gestured for me to go ahead. I quickly got changed into a comfortable pair of leggings and a t-shirt with a F/C dragon on it, then returned to the waiting pair. We headed into the dojo and I noted the workout equipment by the walls as we walked into the center of the room. Endeavor stayed by the doorway as Shoto and I stood a few meters opposite each other. I took a deep breath and called up my 6 months of martial arts training, hoping that I, through sheer luck, could be a match for Shoto. Endeavor kept his icy gaze on me, making my skin crawl, "Whenever you're ready, L/n."


Funnily enough, his stare didn't match his quirk  at all! I then refocused myself and sent out four threads. The first two attached to the floor and then his ankles and the other two attached to the ceiling and then his wrists. I yanked on them, the ceiling threads in particular, and managed to pull him off his feet. Shoto hung from his wrists in mid-air, suspended only by my threads. I gritted my teeth as I tried my hardest to keep him up, but he shot ice down my threads before I even had time to worry about it. 


I quickly released all of the threads before charging straight at him. I discretely shot threads into the palms of his hands as I did a full loop around him, using my agility against him. He didn't seem to notice the threads at first as I was wrapping them loosely around his arms, but he quickly found out. I yanked them tightly, twisting his arms so his left palm was pressed to his torso on the right side and vise versa. I heard a booming laugh, "Really, Shoto? Come on, show her what you're made of!"


Panic briefly flashed across his dual-colored eyes before being replaced by steely determination. I gulped and waited for him to do something, trying to judge whether or not I should release my strings. The attack was so fast I didn't even have time to get a hand up to shield my face. Ice covered the entire room and had completely encased me from the neck down. I rolled my eyes as Endeavor left with a grunt, then turned my gaze on Shoto, "He's gone now, so how about we bounce some moves off each other for a bit?"


I released him and he defrosted me, as well as the entire room, then regarded me with a faint smile, "If you can pin me down, I'll buy you F/F."


My eyes widened as drool gathered, "I-I suppose it's only fair to buy you some soba if I can't pin you down, but that won't happen anyways!"


I went to punch him, but tripped on my own feet. I went down hard and as he went to help me up, an idea came to me. I took his hand, attaching a thread to it, then jumped past him in the hopes of twisting his arm behind his back. I landed and turned around, hoping to see a grimacing Shoto, but instead being met with the tiniest of smirks as he faced me, his arm not twisted in the least. I groaned, "Oh come on!"




A few hours later, both of us had worked up quite a sweat, but neither of us were done yet. Shoto shot an ice spike at me and I dodged it by twisting I'm mid-air, then I shot a thread out and yanked his foot a bit to the left to throw off his aim for the next spike. I immediately released the thread as the ice spike shot past me, only missing me by a hair. 


I used many tiny yanks and short-lived threads to throw off his attacks and his defense as I charged him, then managed to plant a solid kick to his left knee. He buckled and I took the opportunity to kick his remaining leg out from underneath him, but he'd already recovered and created ice under my feet. I slipped backward, about to go down hard, when his arms wrapped around me and kept me steady. I found that my hands were awkwardly holding onto him and a roguish plan came to me. I shot threads from all my fingers to the wall behind him, then shortened all of them at once.

I'd clearly caught Shoto off guard since he easily slid back and I successfully slammed him into the wall. He groaned and I took a step back, then braided all my threads into a tight knot. He was thoroughly bound to the wall and no doubt disoriented from the impact, but it didn't stop him from retaliating. Ice spike after ice spike was formed, and without threads spare to throw off his arm, I barely dodged them at all, but I knew I couldn't back down and release his restraints. 


I soon discovered a way to tighten the threads to make him flinch or twitch to mess with his aim, but it required even more precision and timing for it to work. Eventually, after 10 minutes of a relentless spike barrage, Shoto gave me a wry smile, "If I keep going any longer, I'll have to use my fire to stop myself from freezing to death. I yield." 


I grinned, happy to have pushed the strongest teen I knew to his limit, and released all of my threads. My exhausted body barely kept me standing long enough for Shoto to walk over to me, but the moment I tried to walk, both legs gave out. I was sore and bruised all over from the intense training, but I'd definitely learned from it. Again, Shoto's arms wrapped around me and he sat down against the benchpress with me lying on his lap. 


My head rested on his collarbone and I could feel his heartbeat through my left shoulder-blade, and it was almost pounding in sync with my own. We stayed like that for a while, his arms loosely around me and strength gradually returning to my aching limbs. Eventually, I felt his breath hitch and he lowly murmured, "I guess I owe you some F/F now, don't I?" 


I nodded contentedly, with a hint of smugness, and a soft chuckle escaped him, "Of course I do, why did I even ask?" 


I shrugged, "Perhaps you seek guidance, young Shoto!" 


I spoke with my best All Might impression, which was absolutely terrible, but Shoto snorted softly anyway. We stood up and headed to the dining room, where my dad was munching on a chicken wing. He noticed us instantly and looked at us with a grim look, "I'm about to be assigned to a mission outside of Musutafu, so it looks like you'll have to stay here for a while, Y/N. I'll come back for major events but I could be gone for up to a year. Is that okay with you?" 


I bit my lip, "As long as you come back alive, I don't mind. Just make sure you call me every so often, okay?" 


He nodded, relief evident in his expression, "Sounds like a deal." 


Then he glanced at Shoto, "Are you two going out?" 


I blushed, misunderstanding his words, and Shoto nodded, "Yes. I said I'd buy her some F/F if she pinned me down and she managed to tie me to a wall." 


My dad looked vaguely disappointed, yet proud at the same time, "That's my girl!"


And so began the first three months of living in the Todoroki household.

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