Shouto x Reader: Yoga-roki for risacutebunny
Description: You use yoga and meditation (and a lil bit of love) to help Todoroki control his fire quirk better. Fluff.
Didn't realize when Risacutebunny requested that she asked for a Shouto AND a Lemon. So here is the other not-smut one that should have been done in the first place. Lol
"So you really think this will help?" Todoroki flashed you a doubting expression.
"Trust me." You said, laying out your yoga mats on the studio floor.
"Why do you have eggs?" His brows furrowed, noticing the strange addition of cooking ingredients by your bag.
"You'll see." He adorned his usual cool collected expression and sat patiently on his mat to await your instructions. You began with deep breathing exercises before starting some basic poses. Flowing from lunges to downward dogs to back stretches he followed, doing his best to match your higher level of flexibility. Once you felt warmed up, you moved on to more difficult strength and stability poses. His calm stoic character made him a natural at it, finding complete stillness in even the most difficult balance movements. After a decent workout, you both laid out on your mats, letting the soft music in the background flood you with relaxation.
The sunset from the window lit the room with an ambient orange glow, dimming more with each passing moment. You let your head fall to the side, opening your eyes to steal a glance at Todoroki. You were alarmed, feeling caught, since he was already looking at you. "Uh... You're supposed to have your eyes closed." His tiny smug smile implied 'so should you,' but that isn't what he decided to say.
"What if I think you're more relaxing to look at than my own eyelids?" He asked, almost defiantly. You wrinkled your face in discomposure, sliding over to him on your knees.
"Shut your eyes, Shouto!" You said a little too loudly, trying (and failing) to hide being flustered. He obeyed, but you saw a tiny smile still hiding at the corners of his lips. You crouched behind his head, sitting back on your knees. After a moment of silence you spoke again. "Okay... so now that you are relaxed, I want you to activate your quirk."
"Stand back." He ordered, giving you a serious expression. You slid towards his right, watching his other side become completely engrossed in flames. You felt sweltering heat on your face, like you were standing too close to a bonfire that someone just threw gasoline on.
"Ah!" You winced instinctively, throwing a protective arm in front of your eyes, and his fire immediately disappeared.
"Are you alright?" He turned, examining you closely.
"I'm fine." He sighed in relief.
"This is why I don't use it." He stated, looking down at his hand ruefully. "Once it is set loose, I can't keep it at a controllable level." The scent of singed material filled your nostrils. The sleeve of his shirt had been incinerated, not to mention your extra yoga mat. "I promise I'll replace that." He said, noticing you frowning at the pathetic toasted object. "Thank you for trying-" He got to his knees as if to leave.
"If you think I'm gonna let you give up that fast, you're sorely mistaken."
"F/N, I refuse to be the reason for you being sent to Recovery Girl."
"Then DON'T be."
"But if I can't control-"
"If Midoriya doesn't get to use that excuse, neither do you." You asserted with sass, crossing your arms stubbornly. He pouted quietly for a moment.
"What would you have me do?"
"Try again."
He huffed as you laid him back on the mat, realizing all your relaxation progress had been lost. "Eyes closed." You ordered once more, allowing your fingers to drift through his hair absentmindedly. 'What can I do to make him gain control...' You wondered. As you pondered, you noticed him sigh, melting into your touch. 'Hm...'
You slid your hands down his shoulders and neck, massaging gently. You continued this a while, stroking his cheeks, neck, and hair, until you were certain he wouldn't put up a fight anymore. "Are you more relaxed now, Shouto?" You whispered, voice softer than a lullaby.
"Mm." He nodded once, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Good." You calmly cooed. "You can try it again if you want." Shouto felt warm and encouraged, not a care in the world. Without warning, his left side lit up again. You watched in awe as the fierce flame from before has calmed slightly. It licked upwards from his hand to his shoulder and finally to his face where your hand was resting in the flame. You gasped, retreating your hand to avoid getting burned. He stopped, concerned for you once again.
"I'm such a fool!" He exclaimed, beside himself with guilt. "How could I have been so careless to forget that you were touching me?! How badly did I hurt you?!" You both examined your hand delicately, searching for any sign of injury, but there was none. "But... your hand was..."
"You must have protected my hand unconsciously! That's insane! You're amazing, Shouto!" You bubbled with enthusiasm, seeing his confusion morph to a smile.
"Thank you." His tone was painted in sincerity, eyes glistening in the twilight.
"You did all of the work." You replied.
"But you inspired me to succeed." He caressed your face gently with his hand. "Really... From the bottom of my heart, thank you." You blushed with embarrassment, averting his beautiful eyes.
"Ah-er... there's one more thing I wanted you to try..."
"Hm?" He tilted his head at you as you shuffled through your things, pulling out food and a frying pan. "Is this a dinner date now?" He inquired shamelessly, causing your blush to grow.
"That depends on if you succeed or not..." You bluffed casually, though your ever-reddening face probably gave away your true desire for it to be a date.
"If I succeed at what?"
"How else are we gonna cook this, silly?" You giggled.
"Ah, yes." He held out his hand, waiting for you to finish putting the ingredients into the pan.
"Wait. Last thing..." You put your hand beneath his, helping his palm support the weight of the skillet. "Now I want you to cook the food."
"Absolutely not." He stared at you coldly. "You will get burned for sure." You refused to withdraw your hand from his.
"You already did it once. I know you can do it again." He scowled at you until you put your other hand on his chest in comfort. "I trust you..."
He heaved a deep breath, letting your warm words fill him up. The heat spread through his blood, concentrating into the palm of his hand. You felt the temperature rising, trying to maintain your calm poker face as your hand got hotter and hotter. The contents of the pan began to sizzle, and you gifted Todoroki a huge grin when you realized this was happening without your hand becoming toast. He returned it, blithely optimistic about his own potential now.
"You did it!" You removed your hand, quickly dishing the food into the bowls you brought.
"It's all thanks to you." He scooted closer to you. It was hard to make out his expression in the darkness. The sun had long-since set and the only remaining light after his fire went out was that of the stars and the few aromatherapy candles you had lit earlier.
"You're just really talented, Shouto." You beamed, completely aware that you did absolutely nothing but make him cook dinner for you.
"But you were the instigator." His voice was soft, yet serious now. "Believe me when I say..." He reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear. "I couldn't have done this without you."
"That's sweet of you to say..." In the velvety dim glow of the room, his eyes sparkled so; to the point that you couldn't tear your gaze away. You leaned in towards him, planting the gentlest of kisses upon his lips. He weaved a hand through your hair, pulling you closer. "Your fire side is so beautiful, Shouto..." You whispered against his lips. For some reason, a kiss from a girl had not been enough to elicit a blush from him. Your words, however... "Sh-Shouto! HOT!" You pulled away as his hand started to burn you, his eyes widening with shock.
"I'm sorry." He looked down at the floor, cheeks tinted red. A tickled laugh escaped your throat as you rubbed the mild burn on your cheek.
"Don't worry about it. Let's eat." You each dug into the sketchy makeshift-Todoroki-stirfry dish with conviction. He took one bite and chewed it thoughtfully.
"It's burnt." He deadpanned in the usual monotone matter-of-fact way that he says things. You couldn't figure out why, but for some reason it was terribly humorous to you. You giggled at him, unable to hold back.
"It was a good effort." You grinned widely to console him.
"Since this isn't to your liking, I propose an alternative."
"And what's that?" You asked, already knowing what he was going to say.
"I shall treat you to a real dinner. Anywhere you like."
"Sounds wonderful. But..." You smirked at his obliterated excuse for a shirt.
"But?"
"You might want to put on another shirt..."
This was originally going to be a Midoriya fic, but it would appear that I have a surplus of those... So I passed it on to Todoroki. I'm not sure why, but I've only had like one or two requests for Shouto. Get on that, y'all. He's been growing on me recently.