His father shook his head.
"You will soon find the limits of that power." He said, uncrossing his arms. "And Shoto." He began to walk past him. "You shouldn't be so naive and believe she can be defeated with only your right side. Don't forget, I saw what she did when she was only a child." His heavy footsteps were all Todoroki cared to focus on. He didn't even move for a few seconds. It was only his father's finally words that caused a tremble to course through him.
"And if you're lucky... You won't."
Todoroki shut out his father's voice and returned to reality after the crowds' voice began to intensify.
Mydoriya and Shinso must've been having an intense battle down there.
But to be honest he couldn't have cared less.
"Hey man, where've you been?"
Todoroki's head spun the moment he heard Kirishima's voice.
When he did, he caught sight of Bakugo walking down the stairs and to his seat.
"None of your business." He ground out, looking far calmer than he had at the end of the cavalry battle. "Move down, so I can sit, idiot!"
Perhaps not entirely calm.
But still, there was a lack of anger in him that Todoroki found rather odd.
Nothing meant more to Bakugo than winning.
Was he actually intelligent enough to keep his cool in order to win the rest of his matches or was there something else going on?
When Bakugo took his seat, his shoulder slumped immediately.
He took a long sigh and focused down on the match between Mydoriya and Shinso.
It wasn't just a lack of anger Shoto noticed in him then.
There was a certain sadness glooming over him, distracting him as much as Shoto's thoughts.
Something akin to guilt perhaps.
Well.
No matter.
His fight was next.
Against Sero. Should be a pretty simple match, but still he wanted to see you before it all commenced.
Maybe apologize for being so cold early on.
Blowing out an exhale and taking one last look down at the fight, Todoroki finally stood up. Some of his classmates whispered him a goodluck, gave him a smile as he shuffled out of the seating row and into the aisle.
The first step he took up the stairs, he knocked into something.
A small thump and ruffling of his clothes was all it took for him to falter a step backwards.
Regaining his balance, he finally looked up at the person standing in front of him.
"Excuse me, I--
The sight halted his speaking.
A single step above, a girl stood with all the softness of metal.
It was a body dressed in the same uniform, a face framed by the same hair, adorned by the same nose, lips, mouth, but still Shoto hardly recognized her for a moment.
When his gaze finally scanned up to your face, you were looking down at him too.
Your eyes were slightly red, puffy beneath the waterline. They revealed the emotions roughed out of you only a few moments ago.
Shoto remembered when you would shut down as a child.
When you'd have nightmares, poor memories.
The whole of you would turn to stone, but your eyes.
They always showed how you really felt.
There was so much in their color, so much in their light even when you did something as simple as smile or laugh or exist.
But now?
There was just nothing.
"Y/n?" He said, breathlessly, wondering where this coldness had arisen from. "Your eyes--
