[ When Todoroki Shouto was growing up, his wings were soft and fluffy. They matched his hair - though that much is still true - and were full of love. But then everything changed, as his world tilted on its axis, and his wings became raggedy and worn when the one person that filled them up with all that love and adoration came to resent everything that he stood for. And ever since then, they were never full the way they were before, though they did grow with him because admiration sustained them, and his mother at her best has always loved him. Fuyumi, too.
But for the past year, he's started to notice that his feathers have started to regain their luster. It's a bizarre change that he doesn't understand at first, when he realizes it, because he's losing less feathers, too. So he tries to figure it out.
His progress with his mom is great, but it shouldn't be this drastic this quickly, should it? He guesses that he has more friends, real friends, that might be contributing to it too. But he really, seriously can't believe that it's those two things causing his wings to fluff back up again.
Shouto tries to ignore it, but that's pretty hard when he finds himself bumping them into things because he keeps forgetting that they're that little bit bigger, that they drag along the ground. So he leaves trails of feathers that are because he keeps catching them on things, instead of having them falling out. It's sort of annoying, to be honest, just as much as it is confusing, but. It is what it is, he supposes.
In his attempts to put it out of his mind, though... he winds up staring at Izuku's wings while they're hanging out, instead. They've bumped into each other before. He knows that they're fluffy and soft. But they seem to be moreso, now?
So, what does he do?
He reaches and brushes his fingers through the upper wing coverts, not really thinking about it. ]
[When Izuku was young, his wings were soft and fluffy, just as messy as his hair, but he didn't mind that. He didn't exactly have a lot of friends when he was little- not real ones, sure he admired Bakugou, but it's hard to call somebody a friend when they spend most of their time bullying you.
So he grew up, his mother the only real source of love he had in his life. His wings are still soft and fluffy, but they're small. Smaller than every one else's, and that on top of being quirkless- well, let's say his middle school years weren't easy.
And then he runs into All Might, and his wings grow, just a little, still healthy and shiny. Then he enters Yuuei and he makes friends for the first time in what feels like forever. They grow a little more. More recently though, they've been getting bigger, he's bumping against doorways and people and having to apologize over and over until he can get used to the new width of them. Izuku figures he can chalk it all up to friendship.
The moment Shouto's fingers touch his wings, he shivers, flush spreading over his face- but his wings spread out, eager for more touch, even as he turns to see Shouto's hand in his feathers. His crush. His crush is touching his feathers. His crush is touching his wings.]
[ A part of his mind thinks to say sorry, to apologize for the gesture, but - Shouto is too fascinated by the feeling of his feathers, the twitch and shift of muscle as his wings spread. He's touched Fuyumi's wings before, preening them of stray, loose feathers where she has a hard time reaching. He's done the same for his mother, too, now that they're in a better place.
But this is different. This is really, really different.
And it feels a little like something has clicked into place as he does it, carding through the feathers gently, carefully. His own puff up a little, where he's got them folded to his back so that they're out of the way. They're just meant to be studying, but this is... distracting? Definitely not studying.
[His wings stretch out, more than willing to let Shouto stroke through them for as long as he'd like. Even as Izuku's face starts turning unmistakably red.
He does like it, Shouto's gentle touch against his vulnerable wings. Still, he only assumes that Shouto cares about him as a friend, like some of their classmates.]
I... yes? Yours have grown too.
[He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and petting through Shouto's closest wing. There's a soft smile once he's started petting, he wonders how much his crush has been contributing.]
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the wing one
they grow with love
[ When Todoroki Shouto was growing up, his wings were soft and fluffy. They matched his hair - though that much is still true - and were full of love. But then everything changed, as his world tilted on its axis, and his wings became raggedy and worn when the one person that filled them up with all that love and adoration came to resent everything that he stood for. And ever since then, they were never full the way they were before, though they did grow with him because admiration sustained them, and his mother at her best has always loved him. Fuyumi, too.
But for the past year, he's started to notice that his feathers have started to regain their luster. It's a bizarre change that he doesn't understand at first, when he realizes it, because he's losing less feathers, too. So he tries to figure it out.
His progress with his mom is great, but it shouldn't be this drastic this quickly, should it? He guesses that he has more friends, real friends, that might be contributing to it too. But he really, seriously can't believe that it's those two things causing his wings to fluff back up again.
Shouto tries to ignore it, but that's pretty hard when he finds himself bumping them into things because he keeps forgetting that they're that little bit bigger, that they drag along the ground. So he leaves trails of feathers that are because he keeps catching them on things, instead of having them falling out. It's sort of annoying, to be honest, just as much as it is confusing, but. It is what it is, he supposes.
In his attempts to put it out of his mind, though... he winds up staring at Izuku's wings while they're hanging out, instead. They've bumped into each other before. He knows that they're fluffy and soft. But they seem to be moreso, now?
So, what does he do?
He reaches and brushes his fingers through the upper wing coverts, not really thinking about it. ]
how did i forget this one
So he grew up, his mother the only real source of love he had in his life. His wings are still soft and fluffy, but they're small. Smaller than every one else's, and that on top of being quirkless- well, let's say his middle school years weren't easy.
And then he runs into All Might, and his wings grow, just a little, still healthy and shiny. Then he enters Yuuei and he makes friends for the first time in what feels like forever. They grow a little more. More recently though, they've been getting bigger, he's bumping against doorways and people and having to apologize over and over until he can get used to the new width of them. Izuku figures he can chalk it all up to friendship.
The moment Shouto's fingers touch his wings, he shivers, flush spreading over his face- but his wings spread out, eager for more touch, even as he turns to see Shouto's hand in his feathers. His crush. His crush is touching his feathers. His crush is touching his wings.]
T...Todoroki-kun?
you
But this is different. This is really, really different.
And it feels a little like something has clicked into place as he does it, carding through the feathers gently, carefully. His own puff up a little, where he's got them folded to his back so that they're out of the way. They're just meant to be studying, but this is... distracting? Definitely not studying.
Definitely not Shouto caring. ]
They're bigger than they used to be.
no subject
He does like it, Shouto's gentle touch against his vulnerable wings. Still, he only assumes that Shouto cares about him as a friend, like some of their classmates.]
I... yes? Yours have grown too.
[He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and petting through Shouto's closest wing. There's a soft smile once he's started petting, he wonders how much his crush has been contributing.]