Todoroki X Reader: When Pure Black Meets Half White

Investigation

He leaves. I stare after him for a weird amount of time like if I stare long enough, he will come back. He doesn't, though. I stare and stare, trying to process what he just said. Goodbye, L/n? What is that supposed to mean?

Also what's up with this mess in my house? Something is going on. And Todoroki is involved.

"So let's review." I start. "Todoroki makes out with me in front of Endeavour. Then he leaves without telling me anything. I find him all tied up and severely hurt. Now he leaves because of someone came and tortured him." My mumbling fills the empty house. I look at the marks on the floor. The floor tiles are burnt down near the bed starting from the top of the stairs, and I know I saw them on Todoroki too. This is someone using a fire technique, like hellfire. Endeavours quirk. Hm. There are water marks leading upstairs, the small ponds getting smaller towards the bed. Endeavours fire would melt down Todoroki's ice. I transform to smell and take a closer look.

As I feel the familiar cold rush all over my body and force my on my knees, I start sniffing around. There's the strong smell of Shouto coning from the bed. That could mean he has been there for a long time. Who know how long.

There's another smell. Not as strong, but more like burnt...burnt but still smells like human. Like a human on fire, forcing their own smell to get drowned out by the flames. This fits Endeavour so well. Too well.

I look closer to the floor. It's burnt, and right before it is a small pond of water. It's lightly soaked up by the floor. It's been there for some time.

How long did I sleep? I know I was exhausted. I also know that Shouto's wound were severe and infected. A bruise like that needs one to three days to get infected and show symptoms. He had impetigo(the yellow stuff and pimple like things all over the wounded area, see a doctor if you have that) and cellulitis as far as I remember. He could be feverish too, meaning he was hurt badly. Really badly.

He needs to seek help from a doctor. He can't go far with wounds like that. What am I doing standing here like and idiot???? I SHOULD BE GOING.

I fall my way out of the house and rush over the city trying to spot my belov...friend. I guess were only friends from now on.

I see his bicolored head trying to make his way to the Todoroki household. I see someone bump into him and he crouches down in pain, holding his stomach. He crawls to the wall and sits on the ledge. He is panting and says something but I'm too far to hear. I land on the roof, hiding myself in the shadows of the next and taller building.

"Dammit. Dammit, damn. It. Shit, oh shit it fucking hurts. Ugh." He mutters. This is not okay, but what should I do? If I call for help, his fathers A++ parenting will be exposed. That can destroy his whole family, as far as I know his father is the backbone of the Todoroki household. I can't put him in a situation like that.

If I talk to him myself, however, I will look clingy and weird. He said his goodbye. It's...over. Over.

I fly away towards the ocean. I'm sure he saw me, but what can he do? No matter how "long range" his attacks are, he can't even touch me if I don't want him to. He said good bye. I will returns silent one.

I can feel I'm getting frustrated over the fact that he left me just like that, and that's totally understandable. I liked him, and it's been some time since I trusted someone like I did to him.

I shouldn't have.

He's Endeavours son after all, isn't he? Of course, blood before anything. I know how that feels like.

I know the urge to protect, but more importantly, I know how it feels like to be weak and a failure. Because I lost my father. I lost my beloved father because I was weak. I failed to protect him while I could. I froze.

After the villain attack I encountered and killed a man, we had to go to the court of third degree murder. They put me in rehab for two weeks or so, and when I got out, no one wanted to come near me. Even Izu.

I felt so alone in this huge world I had to adapt to, and my quirk was too much of everything. Too powerful. Too dangerous. Too scary. Too...

Evil.

No one asked me to play games with them. Even Katsuki didn't bother me. So when I went home, and cried myself to sleep, I played games with them in my dreams. I invented single player games and learnt to be my own friend.

Years later, I was already eight and my father opened his own hero agency, titled "L/n Hero Agency: どエアごん (doragon)" He loved his job, and even convinced my mother to join him. They fought crime everyday while I played games by myself, and took my anxiety and depression levels off charts. At some point I couldn't talk to anyone but my parents, and felt so numb that it hurt. At the time I was nine, and my father as mother had a long term assignment in hand: capture a villain called "Sunlight" who was disturbing the city's peace. Of course, they were on task for solid weeks.

It happened when I was walking home from school. I heard shouting voices, recognized one as the head of cops unit, and ran there immediately. Maybe if I could use my quirk for good, they would all stop hating me!

I ran, I ran fast. When I arrived there, however...

My father was laying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood, my mother on his chest, sobbing. His hand wa son my mothers head, and when I sat down next to him, and watched the light escape his eyes, "Be good, y/n" he whispered.

I shake my head and screech as I realize I was daydreaming about that day. I can see the horizon over tons and tons over salty water, a few ships here and there. I passed Chiba? Oh dear, It's going to take time for me to get back.

I turn and speed up towards the land, and decide to use my full speed. I open my wings once, ready my head, twice, pull up my legs, thrice, ready my tail, and fourth, I gain speed and the wind becomes unbearable immediately. It's hitting me in the face and blocking my breathing, so I have to hold my breathe. I can't see a thing before me, let alone what's going on below. I just flap as fast as I can and finally my wings give up. I start gliding and see that I'm already at the shore. My wings feel beat up, but I flew 320 kilometres per hour. That's...a new record?