You never meant to make gossip your second quirk. It just sort of happened. Maybe it was the way people trusted you with their secrets or how your ears always seemed to pick up stray words in hallways. Either way, by the time you started dating Todoroki Shoto, you knew everything about everyone.

And somehow, he didn’t mind.

It started small—lying tangled up together in your bed after patrol, his head on your chest, your fingers combing through his hair. You’d murmur something like, “Did you hear Kaminari tried to impress a girl by shocking a vending machine for free snacks and got banned from the common room for two days?”

At first, Shoto would blink, deadpan as ever, and give a mild, “That’s unfortunate.” But over time, he started asking little questions.

“Was it the same girl he tried to serenade last month?”

Or, “Why would he think that was romantic?”

He’d sound unimpressed, but the way he looked at you—like he was cataloging every piece of chaos you spilled—told another story.

Tonight, your backstory with Shoto plays out across soft sheets and the faint smell of laundry detergent. It hadn’t been some dramatic confession. You’d both just… ended up together. He found comfort in your chatter, and you found solace in his quiet steadiness. One day, he kissed you on your balcony after a study session, and it was so simple, so easy, that neither of you questioned it.

Now your phone was in your hand, thumb flying over the screen as you read a text Mina sent you, eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

Shoto shifted, half-asleep against your side. “What is it this time?”

You could barely contain your grin. “Bakugou apparently sent Kirishima an entire apology text in all caps because he accidentally broke his dumbbell rack. Mina says it was the most aggressive apology ever written. Like, ‘SORRY I DESTROYED YOUR SHIT. I’LL BUY NEW ONES. DON’T BE A DAMN IDIOT ABOUT IT.’”

Shoto’s lips twitched. “That sounds… like progress for Bakugou.”

“Right? I love how you put that so generously.”

Silence settled for a moment, Shoto’s heartbeat steady under your palm. Then he asked, almost shyly, “What did Kirishima say back?”

You snorted. “He apparently texted back ‘BRO IT’S OKAY, LOVE U’ with three heart emojis. Mina swears Bakugou threw his phone across the room after.”

Shoto let out a soft, amused breath. “That’s sweet. In their… peculiar way.”