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T H I S I S N T W O R K I N G
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Status: Unedited
un·solved
/ˌənˈsälvd/
adjective
adjective: unsolved
not solved.
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Being locked away in a room guarded by some of the most powerful heroes for a day wasn't particularly what you had in mind for your Friday.
Neither was being attacked.
But ya know. Shit happens.
I was watching the live feed of the Sports Festival through a television that was perched on one of the four grey walls that kept me locked in. There was a mini-fridge and stove, a door that led to a bathroom, and a couch, but that was it.
No decorations, just the television that was hitched the wall until it came down.
"Shouto Todoroki has taken first place!" Present Mic's voice boomed through the speakers, causing me to silently cheer as my gaze was glued to the television.
That all changed when there was a shrill scream, and Mirko came flying through the wall, collapsing onto her side.
"Mirko!" I yelled, hopping over the couch to help the rabbit hero. She pushed herself up slightly, but to no avail as she collapsed again, this time in my arms. "What's happening Mirko?!"
I turn my head to see Gang Orca locking arms with a Nomu and sending the thing flying.
"The villains--! They came for you! You need to run. Now!" She pushes me away from her, but I refused to leave her.
"Mirko we need to call backup! Do you have any--"
"Go, (Y/N)! If you get caught, its game over!" She yells, pushing me away from her again and gaining the message, Catastrophy breaks a hole in the wall, just large enough for me to escape through.
I turn to her, tears in my eyes and not wanting to leave the rabbit hero, but I did as I was told.
Almost the second I had gotten to my feet outside the thing I had once called a prison, I took off running, as far as I could away from the human population.
It wasn't as easy as I thought, though. I noticed several villains, pushing through civilians in what looked like a search for me. The loud honks of cars rang in my ears as I continued running, my eyes finding a familiar, colorful building.
I slipped past a WacDonalds and ran through the alleyways behind it, hopping over garbage bags and tins, the smell of rotten food clinging to my nose as I nearly tripped trying to run around a corner.
I neared another street, the familiar sound of my own two feet echoing through the quiet alleyways.
You know, its funny.
I always seemed to find myself running..
I felt someone grab my arm, their hand being placed over my mouth to stop my screams.
"Dabi! Shut her up, Shut her up!" A high pitched female voice reaches my ears.
"Keep your mouth shut unless you wanna turn into those shitty cardboard chicken nuggets at WacDonalds." A males voice hisses in my ear, automatically silencing me. The cold alley air nipped at my exposed skin as I stood there, completely still.
"Dabi I cant believe that worked." The girl whisper-giggles, her features now visible as she stepped into the more brightly lit part of the alley. She had twin messy buns on the sides of her head, blonde hair and bangs framing her face. She had vivid, insane-looking yellow eyes and sharp, needle like teeth that were framed in a constant smile.
(Oh hey (Y/N) how you doing?)
"If I uncover your mouth and you scream, your gonna be fried chicken cardboard." He hisses.
I nod, though not having any intention of cooperating.
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⚝Shouto's POV⚝
After my match with Midoriya, I didn't run into my father, to my surprise. In fact, I didn't run into ANY pro heroes. I found my mind wandering, searching for some reason he would leave.
My mind immediately switched to (Y/N), and how she was being protected. I tried to think of any reason why my father would of left after a win, especially after I used my fire side, ignoring the possibility (Y/N) was in danger.
After being healed by Recovery Girl, just before I exited the room, I hesitated leaving.
"Pardon me, Recovery Girl." I say, my hand placed on the cold metal door handle.
She hums in response, her focus on Midoriya and his self inflicted wounds, which were now turning back to a normal skil color.
"Where have most of the pro heroes gone?" I question, my curiosity getting the best of me.
At that, she visibly flinches. Her gaze lifts to meet mine, though I knew she couldn't take anything from the stoic expression I was showing off.
After a moment, she laughs, shaking her head. "Your worried about your friend, (Y/N), yes?" She questions, this time making me flinch.
I felt a small heat rush to my face, though I was confused on why. I nod. "Yes. Just worried."
Recovery Girl looks at Midoriya for a moment, her eyes shadowed in decisiveness, as if determining whether to tell me or not.
Her eyes locked onto mine once more, hers almost glowing. She was silent for a moment, before her mouth opened.
"No. Everything most certainly isn't alright, Mr. Todoroki."
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⚝Your POV⚝
I dived around a corner, barely avoiding the blue flames that licked at the stone walls as I ran as fast as I could, trying to escape the now angry villains hot on my tail.
Another round of blue fire shot in my direction, the walls lighting up, brilliant shapes and reflections of the light morphing off them as I continued running.
Being in this situation definitely wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. At least I wasn't running for my life.
Oh. Right. I was.
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