Where Have You Been? 1/1
Title: Where Have You Been?
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
crezhul
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance
Rating:T
Content: Yaoi, Genderbending,
Summary: In a world where reincarnation is a myth, Midoriya is reborn as a woman. But will her former lover accept her?
Where Have You Been?
Shouto stared at the mug that sat upon his kitchen table. It was green and chipped, an old thing purchased a long time ago. But Shouto did not really see the mug, he saw a man cradling said mug between scarred hands.
Izuku smiled, setting the cup down. “Morning, Shouto.”
If things were different, Shouto would have answered in kind, leaning down to kiss the man who made Shouto's day bright. However Shouto did nothing of the sort, standing numb and hollow inside. He had recalled a memory of his lost love after all.
Tearing his gaze from the mug, Shouto trudged towards the fridge and opened it, looking inside for a carton of coffee milk. The state of the fridge left him walking away empty-handed. He needed to go shopping.
Afternoon found him trailing past the blooming public gardens en route to a nearby supermarket. Upon reaching there, he fetched a trolley and slowly filled it with groceries, paying no heed to the people around him.
The turn on to the aisle for coffee milk changed that, resulting in Shouto’s gaze falling on the patrons in the lane.
A young woman was pushing a trolley in which a toddler sat to the front, his little feet dangling. Approaching the pair, was a tall man, he dropped a few cartons of coffee milk into the trolley and ruffled the little boy’s hair, eliciting a happy babble; both parents smiled at the boy’s antics.
Shouto frowned at the scene, something about that family of three bothered him. Pushing his cart along, he pondered why, while continuing to do his shopping.
The reason crawled to the forefront of his mind in the next aisle over, tightening his throat with anger.
He and Izuku were supposed to be that family of three, having planned to visit an adoption agency, in order to provide a loving home to a little one there. But that dream like many others, was ripped away by Izuku’s untimely death.
The sounds of clinking tins and slamming cupboards filled the kitchen, following the return of an incensed Todoroki to the apartment.
In truth this was the norm, since every time Shouto ventured outdoors, he saw something or someone who reminded him of Izuku and the life Shouto could no longer have with Izuku, driving the anger that coursed through Shouto’s veins.
Running an agitated hand through red strands, Shouto walked into the living room and sunk onto couch. He was well aware this feeling should have long faded. Much time had elapsed since Izuku's death. Still Shouto did not how to move on, did not how to close the chasm caused by losing the best thing that ever happened to him.
The doorbell chimed at that moment, breaking his train of thought.
Who the hell is that? Shouto's eyes flickered to the door.
A visitor was the last thing he wanted, he needed to be left alone. Nonetheless, the ringing persisted, urging him to reluctantly answer the dratted door. And what Shouto saw next, gave him pause.
His long, lost love stood in the doorway, as beautiful as Shouto remembered.
Whatever joy Shouto felt was driven away by grief and confusion. The person standing before Shouto was not Izuku but a woman with a striking resemblance to Izuku. Shouto decided he finally lost his mind.
Opening her mouth, the woman in question appeared intent on saying something but no words left her lips. She walked past him and entered the apartment. Shouto was too busy questioning his sanity to stop her.
Tension as thick as mud soon oozed between them, with Shouto's eyes flitting to everywhere but the woman. Said woman fumbled with her dress, neither looking at Shouto.
Figuring his favourite meal might calm his troubled mind, Shouto muttered."I'm going to make dinner."
“Let me, please!” The woman perked up.
Shouto made the mistake of glancing at her face. The expectant look she wore, was identical to the face Izuku made whenever Izuku wanted something. Therefore, Shouto could not find it in his heart to refuse her. "Sure."
Seemingly pleased with the answer, she headed to the kitchen, casting a lingering glance at the chipped cup when she walked in.
Opening the fully stocked fridge, she scanned the shelves and grabbed several items that were placed on the counter.
“The weather is lovely today isn't it?” She said, reaching out a hand to take down the cutting board that hung on the wall.
"The Sakura are blooming."
If this was actually true, the man taking a seat at the table was unaware of it. Weather like nature, were meaningless elements of his empty life.
Seeming unaffected by Shouto's silence, the woman pressed on with her attempt at conversation as she chopped green onions."I might not look exactly the way you remember but I'm Izuku."
Shouto let out a scoff at the incredulous remark, knowing for a fact that the dead did not come back to life and certainly not as the opposite gender. The person sharing the room with him was nothing more than a product of his mind which he truly ought to ignore, lest he hurt himself.
Yet the opposite occurred when the knife clattered to the floor, the woman’s cry following.
Shouto's body moved on its own, taking him across the floor to retrieve the first aid kit which was kept in the kitchen for times like this. See, Izuku had insisted on doing the cooking for the two of them, accumulating cuts and burns to his fingers during meal preparation. Shouto treated every one of those injuries, though Shouto wished Izuku did not hurt himself so.
Eyeing the woman's finger, Shouto breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering the shallowness of the cut. Wiping the blood away thereafter, Shouto applied appointment to the area before deftly bandaging the digit with utmost care.
“Thank you Shouto,” the woman said shyly, meeting his gaze.
Shouto's cheeks matched her flushed ones. "You need to be more careful Izu-"
The impossibility of the situation struck Shouto, forcing him to take a step back from the woman. She was not his Izuku, no matter how much he yearned for the chance to do this type of thing for Izuku again. His love was gone.
Shoulders sagging, Shouto turned away and walked back to his seat, failing to register the lingering warmth of the finger he had bandaged.
Accordingly, a blanket of silence fell upon the room, later punctuated by chopping sounds.
An unmistakable aroma wafted over to the table, rousing the man seated there. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air and spotted the green-haired woman walking over to him, balancing two trays of what smelt exactly like Izuku’s soba.
It can’t be. Mismatched eyes widened as she set down the meal that was a carbon copy of Izuku’ soba, from the dipping sauce to the side dishes.
And all Shouto could do was stare down at the soba until the need to taste it overtook him.
Picking up the soup spoon, he gathered broth with one hand and took the pair of chopsticks with the other, dipping noodles into the spoon before bringing them to his mouth.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he chewed. “It tastes...”
The chopsticks slipped out of his hand. “It tastes the same.” He repeated, clutching his heart, a flood of emotion overcoming him; this was no doubt Izuku’s food, no memory or dream had ever come close to the real thing.
Izuku rushed over to his side, flashing him a worried look. “Are you okay?”
Pressing the back of her palm to his forehead, she checked his temperature. “You're burning up...let me get a cloth.”
She quickly returned with it but before she could place it against his forehead, Shouto wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her breasts.
Oh heavens she smelt just like Izuku. Her hands encircled his back, embracing him the same way like Izuku had. Shouto cried harder, having gone forever without the tenderness of Izuku’s touch.
There was no telling how long he clung to her but he eventually pulled away from her warmth to look at her face. “Are you really Izuku?”
"Am I dreaming?" Could he be really dreaming at this point? His senses confirmed that he was not but what could be the explanation for Izuku being here when he clearly died all those years ago?
Izuku answered in a soft tone. “No, you’re not dreaming, Shouto, it's really me.”
“How?” Shouto was compelled to ask.
“I'm not sure myself.” She tilted her head. "All I know is when I woke up this morning, memories of my past life, they came back."
"And I needed to see you, no matter what."
Shouto furrowed a brow as he digested the surreal explanation. Never had he heard anything like that occurring outside the realm of science fiction. Yet the man, no the woman he loved was standing in front of him. Did reincarnation truly exist then? All the questions swirling around Shouto’s mind were exhausting.
“I’m too late, aren’t I?” She began.
"Hm?" Shouto tried to catch her gaze but she refused to meet his eyes.
“It's been years, you must've moved on...I was too late.” Tears slipped down her face and she dropped her head into her hands and sobbed, wrenching Shouto’s heart.
Rising to his feet, he needed to reassure her with the truth. "No, there's no else but you.”
Mixed emotions splayed on Izuku’s face as she regarded him, green eyes locking with his and without meaning to, Shouto leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
And then they were kissing, slow and tentative until the familiar jolt of electricity passed through them, urging Shouto to deepen the kiss, entangling his fingers in the soft hair of the person he loved, the person who defied death and came back to him, making Shouto whole again.
For the want of air, they parted and shared a long, tender embrace before settling down at the table to enjoy dinner.
Naturally, they drifted into conversation about Izuku's current life. It turned out she had a little brother this time around and lived and worked on the Okinawa Islands as a nurse, a profession Shouto thought suited her caring nature.
Fingering the chipped cup that sat on the table, Izuku spoke with nostalgia colouring her tone. “I saw you kept my mug.”
Truth be told told, Shouto kept everything of hers, he could not bear to part with anything that belonged to his lover. “It was the first thing I bought for you when you moved in.”
Izuku's lips curved at the remark. “First of many you mean.”
“I was excited to have you live with me.” The man confessed.
Izuku grinned.“I was too...we had good times.”
There were weekly game and movie nights, weekends spent curled up on the couch watching the heroes shows Izuku adored or going down to the beach to watch the sunset together.
“We did.” Shouto reflected, eyes twinkling with humour. “I remember the year you burnt my birthday cake.”
“You need to forget about that!” Izuku huffed before breaking out in laughter.
The course of the conversation shifted away from shared memories to their dreams that were never realised. “We didn’t get the chance to start a family,” Izuku said quietly, gauging Shouto’s reaction.
“We still can if you want...we can adopt or we can have a child of our own seeing I'm a woman now.” Izuku’s ramble ended with her face reddening.
Those words set Shouto’s heart a flutter, taking his breath away. Reaching for her hand, he interlaced his fingers with hers.“As long as it’s with you.”
Izuku continued to make dinner for the two of them, chopping the vegetables like she always had, though this time with a little more caution.
She could hear her husband in the backroom trying to keep calm as he assembled the crib. But every now and then the faintest swear crossed his lips, making her smile and giggle.
Looking down at her stomach, she curled her lips, the little bundle that was causing his father so much trouble, gently kicked inside her.
The End
A/N: This fic was originally intended to be written from Midoriya's POV but Todoroki took over, completely changing the tone of the narrative, kicking my ass in the process. Thanks to my partner's help I was able to finish it.
The fic's also a rather self-indulgent piece cause I adore the concept of female!Midoriya and wanted to write a female!Midoriya x Todoroki story for some time now. I wonder if this was a little angsty. Thank you for reading!
Author:
crezhulFandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance
Rating:T
Content: Yaoi, Genderbending,
Summary: In a world where reincarnation is a myth, Midoriya is reborn as a woman. But will her former lover accept her?
Shouto stared at the mug that sat upon his kitchen table. It was green and chipped, an old thing purchased a long time ago. But Shouto did not really see the mug, he saw a man cradling said mug between scarred hands.
Izuku smiled, setting the cup down. “Morning, Shouto.”
If things were different, Shouto would have answered in kind, leaning down to kiss the man who made Shouto's day bright. However Shouto did nothing of the sort, standing numb and hollow inside. He had recalled a memory of his lost love after all.
Tearing his gaze from the mug, Shouto trudged towards the fridge and opened it, looking inside for a carton of coffee milk. The state of the fridge left him walking away empty-handed. He needed to go shopping.
Afternoon found him trailing past the blooming public gardens en route to a nearby supermarket. Upon reaching there, he fetched a trolley and slowly filled it with groceries, paying no heed to the people around him.
The turn on to the aisle for coffee milk changed that, resulting in Shouto’s gaze falling on the patrons in the lane.
A young woman was pushing a trolley in which a toddler sat to the front, his little feet dangling. Approaching the pair, was a tall man, he dropped a few cartons of coffee milk into the trolley and ruffled the little boy’s hair, eliciting a happy babble; both parents smiled at the boy’s antics.
Shouto frowned at the scene, something about that family of three bothered him. Pushing his cart along, he pondered why, while continuing to do his shopping.
The reason crawled to the forefront of his mind in the next aisle over, tightening his throat with anger.
He and Izuku were supposed to be that family of three, having planned to visit an adoption agency, in order to provide a loving home to a little one there. But that dream like many others, was ripped away by Izuku’s untimely death.
The sounds of clinking tins and slamming cupboards filled the kitchen, following the return of an incensed Todoroki to the apartment.
In truth this was the norm, since every time Shouto ventured outdoors, he saw something or someone who reminded him of Izuku and the life Shouto could no longer have with Izuku, driving the anger that coursed through Shouto’s veins.
Running an agitated hand through red strands, Shouto walked into the living room and sunk onto couch. He was well aware this feeling should have long faded. Much time had elapsed since Izuku's death. Still Shouto did not how to move on, did not how to close the chasm caused by losing the best thing that ever happened to him.
The doorbell chimed at that moment, breaking his train of thought.
Who the hell is that? Shouto's eyes flickered to the door.
A visitor was the last thing he wanted, he needed to be left alone. Nonetheless, the ringing persisted, urging him to reluctantly answer the dratted door. And what Shouto saw next, gave him pause.
His long, lost love stood in the doorway, as beautiful as Shouto remembered.
Whatever joy Shouto felt was driven away by grief and confusion. The person standing before Shouto was not Izuku but a woman with a striking resemblance to Izuku. Shouto decided he finally lost his mind.
Opening her mouth, the woman in question appeared intent on saying something but no words left her lips. She walked past him and entered the apartment. Shouto was too busy questioning his sanity to stop her.
Tension as thick as mud soon oozed between them, with Shouto's eyes flitting to everywhere but the woman. Said woman fumbled with her dress, neither looking at Shouto.
Figuring his favourite meal might calm his troubled mind, Shouto muttered."I'm going to make dinner."
“Let me, please!” The woman perked up.
Shouto made the mistake of glancing at her face. The expectant look she wore, was identical to the face Izuku made whenever Izuku wanted something. Therefore, Shouto could not find it in his heart to refuse her. "Sure."
Seemingly pleased with the answer, she headed to the kitchen, casting a lingering glance at the chipped cup when she walked in.
Opening the fully stocked fridge, she scanned the shelves and grabbed several items that were placed on the counter.
“The weather is lovely today isn't it?” She said, reaching out a hand to take down the cutting board that hung on the wall.
"The Sakura are blooming."
If this was actually true, the man taking a seat at the table was unaware of it. Weather like nature, were meaningless elements of his empty life.
Seeming unaffected by Shouto's silence, the woman pressed on with her attempt at conversation as she chopped green onions."I might not look exactly the way you remember but I'm Izuku."
Shouto let out a scoff at the incredulous remark, knowing for a fact that the dead did not come back to life and certainly not as the opposite gender. The person sharing the room with him was nothing more than a product of his mind which he truly ought to ignore, lest he hurt himself.
Yet the opposite occurred when the knife clattered to the floor, the woman’s cry following.
Shouto's body moved on its own, taking him across the floor to retrieve the first aid kit which was kept in the kitchen for times like this. See, Izuku had insisted on doing the cooking for the two of them, accumulating cuts and burns to his fingers during meal preparation. Shouto treated every one of those injuries, though Shouto wished Izuku did not hurt himself so.
Eyeing the woman's finger, Shouto breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering the shallowness of the cut. Wiping the blood away thereafter, Shouto applied appointment to the area before deftly bandaging the digit with utmost care.
“Thank you Shouto,” the woman said shyly, meeting his gaze.
Shouto's cheeks matched her flushed ones. "You need to be more careful Izu-"
The impossibility of the situation struck Shouto, forcing him to take a step back from the woman. She was not his Izuku, no matter how much he yearned for the chance to do this type of thing for Izuku again. His love was gone.
Shoulders sagging, Shouto turned away and walked back to his seat, failing to register the lingering warmth of the finger he had bandaged.
Accordingly, a blanket of silence fell upon the room, later punctuated by chopping sounds.
An unmistakable aroma wafted over to the table, rousing the man seated there. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air and spotted the green-haired woman walking over to him, balancing two trays of what smelt exactly like Izuku’s soba.
It can’t be. Mismatched eyes widened as she set down the meal that was a carbon copy of Izuku’ soba, from the dipping sauce to the side dishes.
And all Shouto could do was stare down at the soba until the need to taste it overtook him.
Picking up the soup spoon, he gathered broth with one hand and took the pair of chopsticks with the other, dipping noodles into the spoon before bringing them to his mouth.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he chewed. “It tastes...”
The chopsticks slipped out of his hand. “It tastes the same.” He repeated, clutching his heart, a flood of emotion overcoming him; this was no doubt Izuku’s food, no memory or dream had ever come close to the real thing.
Izuku rushed over to his side, flashing him a worried look. “Are you okay?”
Pressing the back of her palm to his forehead, she checked his temperature. “You're burning up...let me get a cloth.”
She quickly returned with it but before she could place it against his forehead, Shouto wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her breasts.
Oh heavens she smelt just like Izuku. Her hands encircled his back, embracing him the same way like Izuku had. Shouto cried harder, having gone forever without the tenderness of Izuku’s touch.
There was no telling how long he clung to her but he eventually pulled away from her warmth to look at her face. “Are you really Izuku?”
"Am I dreaming?" Could he be really dreaming at this point? His senses confirmed that he was not but what could be the explanation for Izuku being here when he clearly died all those years ago?
Izuku answered in a soft tone. “No, you’re not dreaming, Shouto, it's really me.”
“How?” Shouto was compelled to ask.
“I'm not sure myself.” She tilted her head. "All I know is when I woke up this morning, memories of my past life, they came back."
"And I needed to see you, no matter what."
Shouto furrowed a brow as he digested the surreal explanation. Never had he heard anything like that occurring outside the realm of science fiction. Yet the man, no the woman he loved was standing in front of him. Did reincarnation truly exist then? All the questions swirling around Shouto’s mind were exhausting.
“I’m too late, aren’t I?” She began.
"Hm?" Shouto tried to catch her gaze but she refused to meet his eyes.
“It's been years, you must've moved on...I was too late.” Tears slipped down her face and she dropped her head into her hands and sobbed, wrenching Shouto’s heart.
Rising to his feet, he needed to reassure her with the truth. "No, there's no else but you.”
Mixed emotions splayed on Izuku’s face as she regarded him, green eyes locking with his and without meaning to, Shouto leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
And then they were kissing, slow and tentative until the familiar jolt of electricity passed through them, urging Shouto to deepen the kiss, entangling his fingers in the soft hair of the person he loved, the person who defied death and came back to him, making Shouto whole again.
For the want of air, they parted and shared a long, tender embrace before settling down at the table to enjoy dinner.
Naturally, they drifted into conversation about Izuku's current life. It turned out she had a little brother this time around and lived and worked on the Okinawa Islands as a nurse, a profession Shouto thought suited her caring nature.
Fingering the chipped cup that sat on the table, Izuku spoke with nostalgia colouring her tone. “I saw you kept my mug.”
Truth be told told, Shouto kept everything of hers, he could not bear to part with anything that belonged to his lover. “It was the first thing I bought for you when you moved in.”
Izuku's lips curved at the remark. “First of many you mean.”
“I was excited to have you live with me.” The man confessed.
Izuku grinned.“I was too...we had good times.”
There were weekly game and movie nights, weekends spent curled up on the couch watching the heroes shows Izuku adored or going down to the beach to watch the sunset together.
“We did.” Shouto reflected, eyes twinkling with humour. “I remember the year you burnt my birthday cake.”
“You need to forget about that!” Izuku huffed before breaking out in laughter.
The course of the conversation shifted away from shared memories to their dreams that were never realised. “We didn’t get the chance to start a family,” Izuku said quietly, gauging Shouto’s reaction.
“We still can if you want...we can adopt or we can have a child of our own seeing I'm a woman now.” Izuku’s ramble ended with her face reddening.
Those words set Shouto’s heart a flutter, taking his breath away. Reaching for her hand, he interlaced his fingers with hers.“As long as it’s with you.”
Izuku continued to make dinner for the two of them, chopping the vegetables like she always had, though this time with a little more caution.
She could hear her husband in the backroom trying to keep calm as he assembled the crib. But every now and then the faintest swear crossed his lips, making her smile and giggle.
Looking down at her stomach, she curled her lips, the little bundle that was causing his father so much trouble, gently kicked inside her.
The End
A/N: This fic was originally intended to be written from Midoriya's POV but Todoroki took over, completely changing the tone of the narrative, kicking my ass in the process. Thanks to my partner's help I was able to finish it.
The fic's also a rather self-indulgent piece cause I adore the concept of female!Midoriya and wanted to write a female!Midoriya x Todoroki story for some time now. I wonder if this was a little angsty. Thank you for reading!