Thread by @whatsitTOUYA, todomomo quirkless au oneshot-tw mentions of abuse-qrt dont reply ofcourse-angst/fluff-might take 4evr [...]

todomomo quirkless au oneshot
-tw mentions of abuse
-qrt dont reply ofcourse
-angst/fluff
-might take 4evr 2 write

todoroki sat in the bathtub. he had filled it quite a while ago, the water was no longer hot but lukewarm. he sat and he stared at the ceiling, the sound of static clogged his mind draining out the sound of his arguing parents. he leaned over, picking up his phone and clicking—

over to spotify. his adapted mind wasn’t quite enough to drain out his fathers voice and so he began to play music, placing his phone on a neat folded towel next to the tub. he then sunk down into the warm water, so that only his knees, nose and up were exposed. he sighed—

deeply, creating bubbles. he watched the bubbles form then breathed in without a thought, the water caught in his throat and he shot up, water splashing onto the marbled floor tiles. he coughed for a moment before catching his breath. he hesitated before sinking back down into—

the water. he began to absentmindedly blow the bubbles again before he was interrupted by a muffled thud. his eyes widened, only slightly. it was barely out of the norm for his parents arguments to turn physical, so he just sank even further. his ears entering the water so all—

he could hear was the sound of the bathtub drain and the muffled music emitting from his phone. after a few minutes like this he sat up and glared down at his pruny hands. he stood up, water droplets falling onto the tiles as he stepped out. he dried off and wrapped himself in—

a robe. todoroki made his way to his room and shut the door quietly as to not draw attention to the fact that he was out of the bathroom. when they argued his mom would often seek refuge in his room which would make things worse. he sat on the foot of his bed, brows furrowed as—

the muffled argument went on and on... and on. he grew inevitably frustrated, eyes welling with tears. it happened so often, how had he not grown immune by now? he glanced upwards towards his nightstand, spotting the nesting doll yaoyorozu had gotten for him as a joke on their—

first date. a tear fell as he averted his gaze from the gift. it was late, could he text her? they’d been dating for only a few weeks and todoroki had yet to open up about his home life. he glanced over at his phone, wiping the tears from his eyes. hesitantly, he messaged her.

‘yaoyorozu, are you awake?’

it was past 2 am, he knew she wouldn’t be awake but on the off chance she was awake, he sent it.
he felt like his head was filled to the brim with dark clouds and she always found a way to be the sun, peaking through. so, selfishly, he reached out.

he laid down, turning the lights out and getting ready for bed. as his eyes shut, his phone buzzed and the screen lit up. he grabbed it.

‘i am’

he was surprised by the response and immediately texted back.

‘why?’

‘i’m home alone and can’t sleep... you texted me first, why—

are you up? are you alright?’

he furrowed his brows slightly.

‘why didn’t you text me?’

‘the same goes for you, why’d you wait until now to text me... well, are you alright shoto?’

‘i’m okay’

‘can you come over?’

he sat up, glancing towards the window. his parents had—

quieted down now but that only meant that his mother was most likely sleeping on the couch. he couldn’t sneak out through the front.

‘sure’

he sent. he got up and got dressed. he slowly opened up his window, so it wouldn’t squeak. it squeaked regardless. he climbed out,—

closing it behind him.

“yo!” a hushed voice called out to him. shoto jumped a bit, turning to face the voice. it was the voice of his brother, natsuo, who was leaning out of his own window. “where are you going?”

todoroki walked over to natsuo, “i’m uh,” he paused, “going—

to yaoyo’s place...” he answered hesitantly. natsuo narrowed his eyes at the younger boy.

“give me twenty bucks and i wont tell,” natsuo said lightheartedly, holding out a hand.

“huh... well i don’t have-“

“shoto, i’m kidding,” he said with a chuckle, “wow, that worked—

pretty easily, it never works on touya,”

“touya?”

“he sneaks out to see takami like... all the time,”

“oh,”

“okay, you crazy kid, go ahead,” natsuo said, waving him off.

“oh, okay, see you later,” shoto said as natsuo disappeared back into his room, shutting the window.

shoto followed his phones gps to momo’s home, it wasn’t too far away but it definitely wasn’t around the corner. as he walked on, the houses got bigger and bigger and more fortified. eventually he arrived.

“woah,” he mumbled. the house was huge, a metal gate surrounding it.

he texted her that he was outside to which she replied,

‘k <3’

k? he thought. k... she must’ve made a typo. she’s home alone and making typos, she must be very distressed.

“hello, shoto,” he heard her familiar voice from the other side of the gate. he looked up from his—

phone. she was leaning onto the gate, peaking her face through the bars. her moonlit raven hair swept behind her shoulders. she was dressed in a black matching silk tanktop and shorts set. he had never really seen her in anything other than formal clothes or their school uniform.

she looked beautiful. she pressed her face between the bars, squishing her cheeks.

“what’s the password?” she teased.

“um, do i have to type it on the pinpad over there?” he asked gesturing towards the number pinpad at the end of the gate. she narrowed her eyes playfully, used—

to his airheaded replies.

“yes... but you have to yell out the numbers as you type them,” she said. it clicked that she was only teasing him and he decided to play along.

“oh!” he walked over to the pinpad. “o-p-e-n,” he spelled out as he pressed random numbers.

“wait! shoto, don’t actually press the butto—“

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

a loud beeping sound rang from inside the house, yaoyorozu let out a yelp, scrambling to get to the pinpad. she reached her hand through the gate and entered the correct code. the beeping stopped and the gate—

began to open.

“trying to wake the neighbors huh?” she joked with a laugh.

“ah, sorry,” he said as he walked through the open gate. she smiled softly at him and he felt his chest grow warm. he averted his eyes from her to the ground.

“c’mon,” she said, taking his hand in—

hers. she led him to the house as the gate closed behind them. he examined the house as they entered, it was dark and cold. not in temperature but in feeling, nearly everything was white and the rooms were huge. how could momo bare to be here alone so often. she continued to—

lead him up the curved stairwell to her room. she let go of his hand, twirling around to face him.

“you can sleep there,” she gestured towards a two person sofa on the opposite side of the room. “is that okay?”

“...why can’t i sleep with you?” he asked without hesitation.

her face grew visibly red, “well, i didn’t think- i don’t know, well- i wouldn’t mind, my bed’s quite big,” she rambled for a moment before regaining her composure. “sure,” she said calmly.
he smiled slightly, making his way over to the bed. he got into bed, covering himself—

with the blanket. she followed, coyly, she couldn’t help but feel flustered. she sat onto the bed, looking over at him. his eyes were already shut. he looked soft and at peace, which made her wonder why he had texted her in the first place. she laid down, facing his back.

she reached out, her hand moving before the thoughts of consequence reached her. she traced her fingers along his back, feeling him tense up, then relax.

“shoto?” she said in a soft and hushed tone.

“hm?”

“are you really alright?” she said, tracing up along his back.

she flattened her palm onto his back, grazing his up into his hair. she began to brush her fingers gently through his hair. he gulped.

are you /really/ alright? it felt as though he had been waiting for her to ask that for so long. the mixture of his built up emotion and the—

feeling of her comforting touch was enough to bring him back to tears.

“i...” he began, then paused. “i don’t know,” he said, the tears fell, without a sound. he sniffled, she popped up at the sound, “i want to be, badly,”

“oh, baby, are you crying?” she closed the distance—

between them, wrapping her arms around him. she pulled him close and he raised a hand to meet hers. he felt embarrassed by the fact that he was letting himself cry out of nowhere, but he knew that he needed to and that she wouldn’t think anything less of him. it felt easier for

him to tell others to let it out than it was for him to take his own advice.
she pressed her cheek against his. they were silent for a moment, taking in each others warmth. the silence wasn’t awkward and he felt safe.

“i feel trapped,” he finally spoke. he turned to face her.

“i don’t like to complain because... it could be worse,” he said softly with a sniffle. “i have fuyumi and natsuo... and sometimes touya,” he continued, he couldn’t bring himself to look momo in the eye.

“you shouldn’t think that way, you shouldn’t feel like expressing the way—

you feel is complaining, because it isn’t,” she whispered. “it could be worse but it also could be better and you deserve better,” she said, leaning in to press a soft kiss in between his eyes. “do you want to talk about it? whatever happened?” he finally looked up, their eyes

meeting. her eyes sparkled, glossy from tears. she was crying, watching him hurt.

“not yet... i’m sorry,” he replied. she placed a hand onto his cheek, wiping away his tears.

“don’t be,”

todoroki couldn’t help but feel selfish when he spoke, at least he had his family around.

yaoyorozu’s parents never seemed to be home from what he could tell.

“don’t you get lonely here?” he whispered, as if speaking any louder would break the spell they were under.

“some nights,” she admitted. todoroki reached out to place a hand on her cheek as well. he leaned in

pressing his forehead against hers.

“i could come visit often,” he suggested. “it’d... kind of solve both of our problems,” he said. “it’d get me out of the house and you wouldn’t have to be alone,”

she smiled warmly, “i’d like that, shoto,” she said then pressed her

lips against his and suddenly the room no longer felt dark and cold. they had created a new home for the both of them. they were each others home.

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