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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 10

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You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:9:.



Hope was a strange feeling to describe.

 

The tingling of pin pricks that rushed from the tips of your toes to the folicles of your hair, the feeling of your stomach dropping and your heart rising. Staring up at the Number 1 Hero on the platform by the entrance, guarding and blocking sight of the students that surrounded an injured Thirteen, All Might's smile was forever unwavering. His sudden entrance sent of rush of relief rocketing through my system, knowing that even for a moment, Aizawa could rest.

 

"All Might"

 

My voice sounded foreign in my ears, the breathy whisper of fear fueled hope, the crack in the syllables out of weakness. And despite the distance, despite the stooped volume of my call, his head turned towards us. Body tensing as his shadow cast eyes landed on the limp figure of a beaten Aizawa laying in a pile of his own blood and rubble. Amidst the chaos, the sight of the dried pale hand belonging to that of Shigaraki was outstretched towards Midoriya, fingertips mere inches away from his face.

 

Strong thighs flexed as All Might lowered himself into a squatting position, and with a quiet "hup!" he flung himself up and forward, time seemed to slow as he soared above us, arms outstretched at his sides before he began to descend. When he landed, I could feel the ground beneath my feet vibrate, small flecks and chunks of rubble and dust flying up when confident feet planted themselves in the ground.

 

"I hear you're after me, why don't you leave those students alone?"

 

All Might's voice resonated over my head, strong and determined, I felt my tense muscles deflate, pure relief washing over me when Shigaraki's hand dropped back to his side and away frm Midoriya's face. I subsequently reached for the sleeve of his P.E uniform, tugging him closer towards us and further away frm the villain. He sent me a tight lipped, but grateful smile, fear still evident in his eyes.

 

"Nomu"

 

It's equally difficult to discribe the fear induced by a single word uttered from the villain's mouth. The chilling shuddering coiling itself around your spine, and the unfathomable dread the builds itself up inside your head.

 

Adrenaline and fear spiked through my system at the slightest twitch of movement from the large humanoid creature, his wild eyes, bulging out of his head turned to gaze at the Number 1 hero. I wasn't sure whether to be more afraid of the insanity in it's eyes, or the blank expression featured on the rest of it's face. Waves of murderous intent poured from the chimera like creature, enough that had me wishing I could sprint in the other direction. Yet my feet stayed planted, glancing down at the limp body of Eraser Head and praying for the right moment to arrive for us to move him to a safer spot.

 

It happened in a flash, the rush of air after the movement delayed by the sheer speed. All Might had pounced at Nomu, and in the blink of an eye, the creature noticed and retaliated. Dust and rubble from the destruction the villains had caused lifted into the air, our arms lifting to shield our eyes from the small specs of dust and concrete. Only when the smoke cleared could we see what exactly caused such a violent reaction of the area around us.

 

All Might's fist pressed firm against Nomu, it seemed as though their punches had cancelled one another out. The surprise was evident on All Might's face, the shock of being so evenly matched for the first time. His eyes narrowed, muscles in his jaw flecing and he clenched his teeth.

 

All Might worked his best at drawing the beast as far away from us as possible and towards the furthest end of the dome. And yet our troubles weren't over, not given a spare moment to check on Aizawa, Shagaraki had turned to us. Narrowed eyes dark as he stared at us through the fingers of the glove covering his face. I could feel the muscles throughout my body tensing, fight or flight mode coming to the forefront of my mind.

 

I knew this man was stronger than me, I knew that if I didn't get away from the first taste of his quirk I would lose. The only way for a person with a quirk like mine to win against one like his, is to purposefully thrust myself into harms way, and miraculously manage to get myself out of it before he killed me. The sound of shifting gravel sounded to my left, and it was then that I was reminded that I wasn't alone.

 

Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugo and Kirishima were standing around me, Tsu standing off to the side attending to a bleeding Mineta. It was then that the fear that had welled inside me began to ebb away. Brows that were once pinched together and fear and worry hardened, eyes narrowing and filling with a steeling determination as they set on what seemed to be the leader of this little band of villains.

 

"What should I do with you?"

 

Shigaraki's pale hand stretched out towards us "let you watch as your last hope foolishly sacrifices himself? Or kill you now to spare you the agony?". I couldn't quite tell whether his tone was mocking or merely demented.

 

"How about you call off that ugly bastard over there before you turn out to be a stain on the floor" Bakugo's ever confident voice spoke up, laced with irritation, small pops of miniature explosions going off in the palms of his hands. The villain's head tilted back, peering down at us in a condescending manner.

 

"Oh?" the white haired male's crazed eyes narrowed upon us "those are brave words coming from nothing but a student" he scoffed.

 

Bakugo's anger radiated off of him, Midoriya and Kirishima hurrying to whisper calming words to ensure that he wouldn't step out of line and put our well being in jeopardy.

 

Blood was steadily pooling in the dent in the ground that Nomu had creatured, in a few minutes the blood would be high enough to block Aizawa's breathing. I twitched in anxiety as he stared down at him, worry flooding into my system as I tried to shuffle forward without being noticed.

 

Unfortunately, my subtle movements hadn't been quite subtle enough and Shidaraki's hand snatched my wrist, muddle finger lifted and away from my skin. A jagged gasp tored through my throat at the rough skin contact, Immediately I could hear the cries of the others for him to unhand me.

 

"Please..." I held up a hand in a surrender like motion "he's going to drown, please let me treat him" I gestured towards the body of our homeroom teacher. The villain's eyes darted towards the fallen hero for a moment before quickly directing itself back to me.

 

"What makes you think I'll let you heal an enemy of mine?" his head tilted slowly, my mind raced swimming for and excuse to save my teachers life. With a shaky breath and a racing heart, my eyes fell closed.

 

"Because you don't know my quirk" the whisper slipped from my lips quickly, and there was no turning back from that point. With no quirk activated, I thrust my hand towards his face, yet unaware of my quirk and that I couldn't have done anything to hurt him at that time. His free hand came up to snatch at my wrist, all five fingers curling around my arm.

 

The pain that shot through my arm burned like electricity all the way to my heart, despite preparing myself from the pain I knew I would have to experience, my lips fell open and a gut wrenching scream tore itself through my throat. I could feel the skin on my arm, beneath the cold scratchiness of his calloused fingers, peel away. I could feel each individual cell die in unavoidable agony.

 

"Let go of (Y/n)!"

 

A white haze had clouded over me at the pain, my senses blurring to the point I couldn't quite distinguish whose voice it was that had spoken up.

 

"You heroes are all the same, pathetic little match sticks, who give up at the slightest hint of a breeze".

 

Shigaraki's words cut like a blade through the haze of a white hot pain, consciousness regaining my tear filled eyes lifted to meet his "that's where your wrong" my voice was hoarse, words catching on the rough insides of my throat. Screamed raw from the pain that had befallen me.

 

In the corner of my eye I could see the others gearing themselves up for attack, my uninjured wrist turned in his incomplete grasp. Thrusting my hand forward I pushed up his sleeve in a fluid motion and clutched the pale, scratch coated skin of his arm, beneath my palm, I could feel his skin hardening, screams pouring from his lips as the skin peeled away, dead and rotten.

 

His hands reeled back from my grasp, a pained yelping wrenching itself from my throat as his skin briefly tugged at the wound he had created on my forearm. I hugged my arm to my chest as he fell to his knees, staring down at the wound on his arm that mirrored my own.

 

His fingers trembled as his brain swam with possible reasons as to why my quirk was the same as his.

 

"You're wrong about heroes" I gulped, voice trembling and breath expelling from my lips in shaking pants as I blocked out the pain radiating through my arm.

 

"Sure, some people are like matches, sure their flame goes out when a wind of doubt brushes over them but heroes? Heroes aren't like that" my eyes briefly flitted over to the unconscious body of Aizawa sensei, mind flashing back to the sight of him getting up, over and over, growing increasingly injured - and yet he still fought.

 

"Heroes are like bonfires, all it takes it a match the light them, and the winds of doubt and negativity, the wind that represents you only fuels their flame. That's who they are, they're strong and that's what we're growing to become. We may be matches right now, but you? You don't stand a chance against the raging wild fire that we will become".

 

Hands settled themselves on my upper arms, dragging me away from the villain and into the secure nest between the few male students. "I'll check on sensei, just-- don't do any more reckless things".

 

It was then that I noticed the person that had brought me out of the danger zone was in fact, none other than Todoroki. His gaze stern and warning, daring me to step into another dangerous situation.

 

"You did good injuring him (Y/n), let us handle this now" Kirishima placed a reassuring hand on my back, an affirming grunt leaving Bakugo's throat, followed quickly by a bright but worried smile from Midoriya.

 

"Kirishima is right, he injured you really badly, we can handle this, please leave it to us" Deku's words sent a warm rush of safety through my system, silently and pridefully, I resigned myself and allowed them to take control in my place.

 

--

 

 The U.S.J building was unrecognizable by the time the battle had ended.

 

Part of the rood collapsed in on itself at the force All Might used to expel Nomu from the building, the cement flooring ripped up and dispersed in multiple pieces ranging in size. Police and Pro Heroe's swarmed the sight, Aizawa was carried off in a stretcher and before I knew it I was sitting in the back of an ambulance, my injured arm being inspected.

 

The events that passed had happened all too quickly and yet went on for far too long. The villains had made their escape once Nomu had been defeated, the unconscious majority taken into custody and speedily taken down to the police station, that including Nomu.

 

Recovery Girl had arrived to the scene to tend to the bigger emergencies, planting a kiss of Aizawa's forehead to keep him stable enough for the surgery he would need later. It was approximately half an hour before she made her way around to me, a grimace on her face as she inspected the injury on my arm "just like Shota's injury" she sighed and shook her head.


"Such a terrifying quirk" she mumbled, voice kind and warming as she planted a gentle kiss to the revealed muscle. A cooling relief flushed through my system as the pain ebbed away, though the severe wound could not be completely healed by the kiss alone, the slightest removal of pain was more than welcomed.


My arm was quickly sanitized and wrapped with gauze and safety pinned into place. Recovery Girl's touch lingered, my hand settled in her much smaller once, the expression on her usually bubbly face was grim and somewhat unreadable.


"Midoriya told me what you did while I was healing him" she mumbled.


I snagged my lower lip between my teeth, gaze glaring into my lap as  I awaited the scolding of a lifetime.


"What you did was very brave, but please, never do it again. At least not until you're a pro"


My gaze lifted to the eyes behind her goggles, it was clear she had seen this a lot, injuried not fit for a young teen. And it was clear that it grew harder and harder for her to cope seeing kids in pain.


"...I can't promise that" my whisper left my lips before I had a moment to consider them.


The was a moment's pause, before a low chuckle escaped her and her free, glove covered hand, gently pat the palm of mine.


"I wouldn't expect any less from a hero in training" she sighed as she released my hand and allowed me to inspect the tight bandage.


"Just--"


My gaze returned to her once more.


"Be careful".
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Killualover101's avatar
This is such a great series! Great job with the fight scenes, they were really well written! Can't wait for the next chapter, good luck!