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lilsoftsuccubus · 8 months

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Part 2 of 5

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. You and Todoroki haven’t eaten since lunch. Luckily there’s a convenience store close by the school. Only, it’s way past curfew and the school is filled with villain-catching security.

Pairing: Todoroki x General Reader (Shinsou is here too)

Warning(s): moments of anxiety/overthinking, swearing, mention of food, 4th wall.

Note: The relationship between reader and Todoroki can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, whichever. This is for my readers who also just want a bestie in crime.

I’m not experienced in comedy 🤷‍♀️

Silence was a virtue for you.

You were in the school building after a day of disaster. No, worse. Utter Failure.

Covered in soot, little cuts, and a broken pride.

Hatsume kicked you out to fix your suit.

You didn’t feel like heading back to the dorms and possibly getting teased for your incident. So stalling was your best friend at the moment.

The hallways were lit with an orange hue to the point you could see the little specks of dust floating in the light.

…

You could use a drink.

As if the universe heard your wish, you saw one of the provided vending machines in the distance.

Speed walking eagerly, you quickly stood in front of the machine, sought out the greatest drink mankind ever created and reached for your pocket.

Only to find that you have no change.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

It’s the last one too.

Why were you surprised?

Typical for a day like this.

“L/N?”

Your frustrated gaze found itself on a peppermint hair boy.

“Oh…hey Todoroki.”

He had his normal dead expression but seemed more relaxed than usual. He took a moment to observe you.

“Why are you still here?” He questioned.

You grimaced. You had no more energy to even socialize but you forced it.

“Tore my suit and praying that feral woman doesn’t try anything without me knowing.”

…

“I see.”

“What about you? I expected you to be at the dorms since we’re having soba for dinner.”

He took a moment to register.

“I forgot something so I went back to grab it.” His tone never changing.

And let his soba cool in the fridge. You chuckle in your head.

He looked at the machine behind you.

“Are you getting something?” He continued.

“Was. I didn’t bring change.”

“Here,” He pulled out some yen and inserted it into the slot.

An alarm rang in your brain.

“Woah woah woah wait! You don’t have to do that! Really it’s okay! Don’t waste your money!”

“It’s fine, my father has endured worse.” He calmly stated.

“Eh?”

He stepped back and waited for you to choose.

You took a moment to decide.

You really wanted this drink, and it’s the last one too.

Shyly, you pressed the button.

You ended up getting it after all with the cost of being embarrassed further.

…

“Thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

“I saw what happened today.”

Fuck.

Your cheeks went hot. You’re even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, nobody else did. Just me.” He added.

“Well, that makes it a little better”

You opened your drink and chugged it down all at once.

This was truly what you needed, you thought.

The comforting taste washed your senses, blurring your day a bit. Taking a breath, you finished and threw the drink away. Until you saw the floor.

A dark color contrasting the bright hallway in your peripheral vision. The distorted shadows of yourself and Todoroki side by side. He noticed your sudden attention and looked as well.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just…never seen my shadow like this.”

“You’ve never seen your shadow?”

“Of course I have, I mean- I like how lit and colorful the sunset is today, making our shadows more clear and well…defined? I don’t know, can’t explain it.”

He inspected the shadowed floor for a minute.

“I suppose. It does look better than usual.” He agreed.

Good job Y/N, shadows are a great convo.

A glimmer interrupted your thoughts, the way the orange hue hit the stray red and white strands of his hair as he inspected the shadow and window. Orange went well with his red scar, the scar you find bonny.

A perfect picture-like scene, fitting for the labeled “handsome” boy of 1-A.

Without thinking, you whipped out your phone and took a picture.

He didn’t notice until he heard a SNAP. His eyes widen, almost catlike.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, but you looked great…I couldn’t help it.” You mumbled in slight embarrassment.

He blinked.

“…Can I see?”

You immediately showed him the picture.

While justifying yourself quickly, his face was hard to read. He was blank.

Todoroki tuned out your ramble and thought only two things.

He was perplexed.

…and amused.

“So, what are you bringing? We need to be lightweight if we’re gonna do this mission. ” You insisted.

“Mission?” Shoto questioned as he hoisted his backpack.

You were texting Shinsou and scrolling through Tink Tonk for people who sneaked out before while waiting for Shoto. So far, nothing but videos of sneaking into a school instead of sneaking out one.

“Yeah, it’s kinda like a stealth mission don’t you think? It's more fun than stressful and I think it’d be some good training.”

“When you put it that way,” He pulled his hood up. “It is.”

“So, what are you bringing?”

“Nothing but money. I’m only bringing the bag because you’d probably want to fill it up.”

“Bring extra clothes, we’re gonna have to get dirty… Heh, that’s what she said.”

Shoto tilt his head.

“…Who?”

Oh, this sweet boy.

“Shinsou said he’ll text us if we need to come back. Our time limit is 5:00 AM. Most of the teachers will be up and about by 5:30 AM. Our insomniac teacher is most likely awake doing god-knows what so we need to watch out.”

Shoto crouched down to tie his laces then went towards you. Grabbing your hood, he hoisted it up covering your hair, tucking in the leftover stands.

“I’m thinking of climbing out the balcony.” You stated.

“Me too. The common room camera is too risky. Think your quirk can get us down?”

“My quirk has many uses Shoto,” You opened his closet and stuffed some clothes in his bag.

“Even after we get down, the gate is in front of the school. That’s the hard part.” He continued.

“It’s fine, the moon’s bright and I got it covered. We can use Google Earth and find a route to the gate.”

“Google Earth? Oh, that website. Smart. I’ll draw up a map.”

He took out a piece of paper from his desk and started scribbling. You spent a few minutes together looking for the shortest and safest path including backup ones. It proved to be difficult to not get lost in the simulation however you managed to find at least more than 5 routes. Including a very long one in case a safety precaution is needed, then Shoto estimated the amount of time taken for each route.

The shortest is 15 minutes, excluding the possible minutes you and Shoto would have to hide.

“We have to lean right. Close to the Beta Lockers but head straight when we get there,” he pointed to the map. “Then we use the forest to our advantage to pass the fountain.” Shoto explained.

“In the event that we have to split up?” You asked.

“Mm, If that happens then we meet up close to the fountain, and we don’t go until we find each other.”

“We can also share our locations to each other in the text app.” You suggested

“Good idea. I’ll silence my phone.”

You took a picture of the map and the spilt-hair boy stuffed it in his pocket, silently you turned off the lamp.

And the moonlight outside became the only light source.

The two of you stared at the open balcony. Or so, Shoto thought you were.

Instead you were looking at him.

Something about standing close to someone in the dark makes you appreciate the features that can be seen. Like the bright half of his hair, or rise and fall of his chest, or the little keychain on his bag.

And now, he was staring at you.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

“You know it.”

A second wasn’t wasted.

Quietly but swiftly, you used your quirk to climb down, leaving the doors open for easy entering.

For once you felt grateful for those climbing exercises. As you went down, you took note of your surroundings.

Kouda’s balcony. Filled with plants and growing carrots.

Mineta’s balcony. Empty. You made extra sure you covered your ears while climbing down

Shoto stuck close to you. You also made him cover his ears

Under a minute, your feet met the pavement. The crickets became louder yet still ignorable. Going near the building’s corner, your eyes met the glowing pathlight illuminating the way to the school building and rest of campus. Yet no one can be seen there. To your right was nothing but trees, exactly where you needed to go.

You took the lead, Shoto followed behind on guard. No Hound Dog or bots were visible. You didn’t plan on masking your scent until you got to the Beta Lockers.

For now, the two of you walked straight and leaned left. Tallest trees left and right, little pebbles under your favorite pair of shoes, a light breeze and humidity on your skin.

“I think you’re dramatic sometimes, Y/N. All of this just for snacks we could get after class?” Shoto began.

You look behind you in response.

“I think it’s worth it, you didn’t eat either.” you huffed.

“You distracted me from dinnertime.”

“No, don’t put this on me. You distracted me, with your cozy futon, nice laptop and amazing room-actually, you should do mine because I've been looking at Pinterest a lot recently and you’re the only beast that managed to transform a room faster than an interior designer.

“Hard work pays off”

“No kidding.” You jokily retorted.

“Either way, this is reckless.”

“Yet, you’re walking behind me.”

“I didn’t say I was opposed, I’m saying it’s reckless.”

“We can do this. I’m confident. We have Shinsou, a plan, back up routes, our phones, and our wild card. Literally. To be honest, this could be easier than the mock missions during training looking at it now. Way less complicated.”

“But this isn’t training, it’s us breaking the rules..”

“Says someone who didn’t think twice rescuing a kidnapped student despite being told not to. Oh and called a person with a dog quirk “a mutt”.

“…that was different-”

Every step let out the crunch of dead leaves, some didn’t, some had a pebble under it. Which made you wonder if you should start collecting some in case you need to distract someone.

“What did Shinsou want from the store?” Shoto continued.

“Not much, just some brand of iced coffee he likes and snacks that’ll last him the week.”

“Why didn’t he come with us then?”

“Let's say, it’s better that he stays in his cave right now. Hope you like being a delivery boy.”

He shrugged. “I guess this is payment for getting the card. It’s fair.”

Before you had time to reply, a wave of immense hunger struck you harder than truck-kun.

“This is what I get for skipping dinner.” You thought.

Shoto seemed to noticed.

“I think it’ll be faster if we run instead. The sooner the better.” he suggested.

“Yeah maybe. Let’s go.”

And thus began the semi-art of “red light and green light”, where the two of you would run as fast as you can then duck somewhere to listen, then you run more, and duck, all the while following the route carefully. (You were secretly racing Shoto)

Finally you turned left and kept going.

So far so good. At the speed you were going, it could be possible to make it in under 15 minutes.

So you picked up the pace.

Making sure not to trip over any twigs or rocks and letting the wind cool you.

You went faster, the trees and shrubbery that surrounded you became nothing but blurred colors swishing past you.

Shoto ran beside you, his eyes multitasking between what’s in front, under and behind him.

In the distance the two of you started to see a building peeking out of the forest. As well as a gap in the forest where a path to school resides. You saw it.

“The Beta lockers!”

Shoto tackled you into a bush.

Why he did it didn’t register instantly, but the pain sure did, he got off you immediately and looked around.

Just when you were about to cross the road, you thought.

You were going to scold him, but you heard it.

Footsteps, unusual footsteps.

Peeking your head with Shoto, darting your eyes left and right. A bouncy blue patrol hat caught your eye. Wearing it was a bot with a camera for a head a few yards from where you and Shoto are.

A security bot.

If you were being honest, this was your first encounter with a bot. You never saw them in the day eerily enough…

First encounter of the night, everything is going to plan.

It was oddly silent, moving but as if it was wandering with no purpose. Perhaps it was supposed to follow the road but somehow entered the forest? Eitherway, you knew how to handle the situation.

Ironically, you couldn’t find any pebbles. But who needs that when you have a human Katy Perry song?

“Sho.” you whispered.

His head turned to you.

“Make an ice ball.”

He understood.

Forming the ball, he squinted his eye at the bot and aimed his arm towards it.

You realized what he’s about to do.

“NO WAIT-''

The ball was already gone from his hand and so was everything you believed in.

CRACK

If you could describe his—or rather, both your faces in that moment,

it’d be the pikachu meme…

In one of the hallways of the Heights Alliance lies the habitat of a nocturnal creature, surrounded by blankets, pillows and shadow. While aggressive to other creatures it is rather fond of the feline species.

The Shinsou rests and scrolls through his phone in search of entertainment, waiting for his delivery servi-

“I’m not a damn animal documentary.”

The fuck? Did I give you permission to break the 4th wall?

“I didn’t give you permission to describe me as you like and I guarantee that I’m taller than you. So, narrate correctly this time.”

Last time I checked, this fic wasn’t about you.

“Then why am I here?”

…content.

“Uh huh…”

You know what, fine. Rewind the fic.

A bitch-faced boy sat idly on his b-

“Fine, keep acting like a child. Just tell the damn story”

Moving on, a peaceful night was in store for Shinsou back in the dorms. His sleeping routine wasn’t ideal like the others since they’re actual sleeping routines but he works with what he has.

But tonight was special. You see, he didn’t just send off his classmates for some regular coffee.

A few days ago, he heard rumors of some coffee brands that are apparently more effective than others, not in caffeine but in flavor. They described it as “the sophisticated taste made by the divines”.

Usually, the lilac boy doesn’t concern himself with murmurs of others until an acquaintance of his lets him have a taste of said coffee brand.

And my oh my, did his whole world change. He was very pleased to find that the brand was sold very close to school but many things prevented him from buying the whole stock, such as training, classmates, homework, family, pissing off Bakugou, the norm.

So when he found Y/N willing to sacrifice themself go out at night for a noble cause, he pondered, calculated and took his opportunity.

If that card gets lost, may God or whatever deity out there have mercy on his soul.

No, not God. Aizawa.

However, if they come back and succeed, then he’s looking at a week full of caffeine heaven. Without sharing.

His face may be tired but inside he was eager.

“I thought you meant to destroy the bot!”

“I MEANT DISTRACT THE BOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO THROW THE BALL AWAY FROM IT!” You frantically but silently screamed.

“Shit!”

You both stand before the Beta Lockers. After the crack you grabbed Shoto by his collar and zoomed away from the scene. Sliding + hitting your knee on a rock.

The two of you expected to hear some sort of alarm …but it never came.

He destroyed it.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts.

The bot got destroyed before it could send any signals or so you hope. For a UA bot, shouldn’t it have been sturdier? Whether a signal has been sent somewhere because a bot got destroyed is the question. A question you don’t have a plan or time for.

You’re gonna have to risk it.

Shoto kept his eyes on the way you both came from.

“Ok. Bad communication on my part. I’ll be clearer next time.” You panted.

“You can apologize later, just go.” He grunted.

“Right.”

The Beta Lockers. But where is the school?

A tree to your left looked accessible.

“Hey, mind climbing that tree and see where the school is?” You asked.

He nodded and got to work.

You watched from below how every step he took was with certainty. His dark figure got smaller, bits being illuminated by the moon.

You rested your palm on the concrete walls of the building. Cold, strong, and textured. So far only silence greeted you along with the scuffs of trees. Silence was a virtue. And an enemy.

One mistake.

THUMP

It’s fine.

THUMP

Heroes make mistakes, it’s fine.

THUMP THUMP

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows, no one knows, no one knows, everyone knows, EVERYONE KNOWS.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP-

“The school-“

You led out a little yelp.

Todoroki stiffened in slight surprise.

“Sorry…the school is exactly where we expected, we just need to lean left as we continue.”

He looked around again.

“We’re getting close the patrol route HoundDog takes. We should start putting dirt on ourselves. Leaves, branches, mud. The more we smell like nature the better.” He quietly stated.

Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Ancestors, Hekate, whatever, you really need to get a grip.

You nodded.

Crickets accompany the crunches of dead leaves and fallen twigs. A gentle rushing of water can be heard in the distance.

Your skin felt itchy from the ick but you did your best not to acknowledge it. It wasn’t much, only your clothes suffered.

Trying to wash it in secret is gonna be a pain.

You should be calm, very calm.

Except you weren’t.

Every step that got closer to the fountain only made your paranoia stronger.

He could be anywhere.

There’s a possibility that he already heard you.

That thought made you stop your breath. It was your anxiety talking again. And you hated it. Loathed it. You’re the one who wanted to become a hero. You’re the who came up with this whole thing. You can’t get anxiet-

“Let’s stop for bit.”

You stopped.

“Wha- why? We’re getting close.”

“We’re gonna make mistakes if we can’t think properly.” He responded.

Of course…he knows.

“We’re heros in training, we…I have to learn how to think properly in these situations.”

You continued to walk.

“3 minutes. We can spare 3 minutes.” He stayed.

“No I-

“Y/N.”

You let out a puff of breath.

“Ok fine! We can stop.” You quietly snapped.

You found a convenient log and slump on it.

“Now what?” You retorted.

He kneeled down to your eye level and lowered his tone.

“We’re okay Y/N…”

“…”

You averted your gaze.

“A siren or something would’ve already went off by now, we’re okay. I’m not great at comforting others but I’m here.”

“Shoto it’s fine-“

“Y/N.”

You grimaced at first, but soften. At the end of the day, he was the one who knew of your anxious thoughts. You knew others felt like this too, especially in lines of work where lives are involved. Except this isn’t training, it’s just skipping curfew to get snacks. You felt…silly. But Shoto didn’t judge, he’s blunt, not good with social cues or trends but he’s sincere. And unintentionally funny.

You sighed.

He kept looking at you for a response.

You nodded and closed your eyes.

A breeze’s lullaby.

An earthy scent.

A humid taste.

A cold hand’s touch.

Your eyes open to gazing silver ones.

HoundDog is near…