The Red String of Fate [ S. Todoroki x FEM oc ]

Chapter 2: 22nd Century

Earlier

In the 22nd century, where supernatural abilities known as Quirks exist, the Underground Pro Hero Eraserhead, also known as Aizawa Shota, was patrolling the city as usual. Sitting atop a tall building, he observed the quiet streets below, the night seemingly uneventful.

Just as he was about to call it a night, a sudden noise made him look up.

A glowing purple portal materialized in the sky.

Aizawa's sharp eyes narrowed as a figure fell from the portal, landing on the roof with a soft thud. He flinched, not expecting someone-especially a child-to drop out of nowhere.

Cautiously, he approached the fallen girl. She was dressed in unfamiliar clothing, and the sword strapped to her waist made him even more wary. Kneeling beside her, he got a closer look at her face.

His eyes widened slightly. She looked around fourteen years old.

Just as he reached out to check her condition, her eyes snapped open.

Aizawa instinctively flinched at the sudden movement.

...

Aizawa's POV

I stared at the girl, and she stared back at me.

She had an unnerving presence-her emotionless, ocean-blue eyes glowed under the moonlight, unfazed by the fall she had just taken.

For a few moments, we engaged in a silent staring contest.

Finally, I decided to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Hey, kid. Are you alright?" I asked, stretching out a hand for her to take.

She seemed to realize she was still on the ground and placed her small hand in mine. Her touch was cold. I helped her to her feet, noting how light she was.

"Kid, do you know that carrying sharp weapons is against the rules?" I questioned, eyeing her katana.

She blinked at me, her gaze unreadable. Then, instead of answering my question, she looked around, scanning her unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where am I?" she asked, voice devoid of emotion.

I frowned slightly at her puzzled expression. She genuinely looked confused.

"You're in-"

Before I could finish, a powerful gust of wind suddenly knocked me off the roof.

Correction-I was knocked off the roof.

The girl, however, remained standing, completely unaffected.

I landed on the ground with a soft thud, my capture weapon cushioning my fall. Before I could react, an unfamiliar voice rang through the night.

...

3rd Person's POV

"Oh my, how lucky of me. Children are especially delicious when they're beautiful."

Aizawa stiffened. That statement alone sent a wave of unease through him.

Slowly, he turned toward the voice.

A middle-aged man stood there, two sharp horns protruding from his forehead. His mouth was smeared with blood, and in his grasp-

Aizawa's pupils shrank.

The man was holding a severed child's limb.

"The hell-?" Aizawa's mind went into overdrive. He had seen his fair share of gruesome scenes, but this-this was different.