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vermillion springs [1]

summary in which she reminded him of everything in spring – even when she was gone.

pairing todoroki + reader

genre angst, tad bits of fluff here and there

word count 1000++

March was like a clean slate of pure white. The arrays of articulate clarity gave provision to new beginnings and protrusive opportunities for refinement.

Fragrant floras yearned to blossom, the flowering perennial tauntingly daunting as they blossomed - almost demanding to usher the entire concept of turning over a new leaf.

Shoto quiescently padded across the street. The sounds of scrunching scruff from the gravel pavement blared into his eardrums. The occasional inclement wisps of whispering winds breezed rigorously. Though, he did not feel an ounce of shiver, nor the tattling tingles of stifling heat.

He didn’t feel anything.

The morning dew that ripened the crisp air with every breath he inhaled left him unfazed. The path embedded with friviling flowers was now a thornful road destined to oblivion.

He missed her.

Todoroki Shoto met her in the Spring of 2014 – the happiest year Shoto had ever lived one would argue.

It was by the park at the corner of the 5th avenue where she sat amongst the verdant weeds, atop a miniscule hill, a thick book that had odd, black splotches - Shoto assumed it was ink - encompassing the front cover. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her blushingly acute nose Shoto noted, and the lilac dress she was wearing could probably have lived twice her lifetimes combined.

He was immensely intrigued.

Who was this random girl who decided that sitting alone at this unkeptful park was suitable to read that weird book of hers? Nobody in the neighbourhood would willingly choose to venture out to this park. The swingset was on the verge of falling apart, nearly all of the playground was infested with rust and the grass was abhorrently overgrown. Everyone normally chose to head over to the recreational gardens by the posh side of the vicinity instead.

As he threaded towards the lonesome girl, the soft pads of his feet alerted her of his presence. Her head instantly shot up, but to his surprise, her expression remained unusually nonchalant. For a brief moment her brooding eyes peered into Shoto’s heterochromatic ones, and the book she held - Shoto now realised it had no written title - tumbled out of her grasp.

“Did you know that the first day of spring is called the vernal equinox?”

Shoto was baffled. “He-I’m sorry, what?”

She straightened out the fingers on her left palm – which had three silver rings on her pointer – and shielded her vision from the glaring Sun. “The very first day of spring. It has a name. They call it the vernal equinox.”

“Oh um tha-that’s pretty uh cool?”

She giggled, the edges of her plump lips arose, and Shoto figured her teeth could very well be featured in a dentist commercial.

“I’m Y/L/N Y/N, I can manipulate the nature of plants and I probably have the largest collection of vinyls there is up to date. My favourite time of the day is when the Sun pokes out from beneath the dusk and the sky is like a canvas with a whirlwind of a thousand iridescent hues.”

Shoto’s ears perked at her ability to casually express herself with such a confident persona. He liked it. He liked it a whole lot.

“My name is Todoroki Shoto, I can produce ice from my right and fire from the left.”

There was a pregnant pause as Y/N awaited for him to add on, but he remained silent, gaze fixated on the cloth of his red sneakers.

“And?” she questioned with hopeful eyes.

“And what?” he replied, - well, asked - eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s it? Don’t you have anything you like? Or are you some kind of weirdo diagnosed with anhedonia?”

He thought carefully. “Uh I like soba? But only the cold kind,” he made sure to emphasise on ‘cold’.

“Cold soba? You’re a literal lunatic, your friendship card is revoked,” she teased, which left Shoto appalled and looking slightly disappointed.

Well there goes another attempt of having an actual friend.

“Cheer up scar-face, I’m kidding,” she giggled again.

Shoto couldn’t distinguish whether it was the most gratifying sound he’d ever heard.

The duo shared a comforting silence, Y/N focused on drawing inferior patterns on the damp soil. Surprisingly, it was Shoto who eliminated the absence of sound.

“So what brings you all the way to this park? Everyone knows it’s too shabby to even be in usage.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Y/N retaliated.

“Ladies first.”

She sighed. “I needed some space to think for a bit, clear my mind. Always come her when I had to. It’s rather tranquil and there isn’t anyone to interrupt my thoughts, well up until you showed up. The bonus though, is that there are stray beds of lavender laying around sporadically. I love the scent. Makes me feel drowsy but like, a good drowsy.”

“What’s been bothering you?” Shoto wondered apprehensively.

“It’s your go to spill half and half guy.”

He shrugged, quickly dismissing Y/N’s worriment. “Right. Well I simply was on a walk.”

“This early in the day?”

“Well... yes.”

“C’mon Sho-chan. What do you take me for? Throw me the truth that’s where the piping tea is at.”

Shoto, confuzzled with her choice of analogy, hesitated, but then came to a finalisation that lifting the bottled up burden off his chest to this alluring girl with a peculiar aura he just met wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“I got into a fight with my father.. Again.”

Another pause. Y/N seemed glum - probably out of pity - but egged him on regardless.

“My father wants me to be the most successful hero and surpass All-Might, just because he himself couldn’t. And to do that, he robbed me from my childhood and treated me like I’m this robotic machine. My mum didn’t take it too well and uh, kinda drove to insanity.” Shoto said that last part like he was vomiting viscous bile.

Y/N’s orbs glistened with the gloss of galvanised sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sho-chan. We all have our pessimistic problems.. unfortunately.”

“Yeah,” he grimaced. “We all do.”

He wished he had pried further on about her concerns that day.

side note anhedonia is one of the main symptoms of major depressive disorder, the loss of interest in previously rewarding or enjoyable activities.

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