Someone on my tumblr requested: I read your oneshots and I think they're great! I wanted to request an angst (sad or happy end) oneshot where the reader has a fire quirk or something similar, and Shouto and Her had been classmate in elementary or middle school and people used to bully Y/n chan for thinking she could be like endeavor with her being weak or a top hero with a quirk like hers and Shouto just watches every beat ups given to y/n chan and Y/n chan decides to snap in UA and take revenge and targets to hurt Shouto most.
I had a very simple idea at first, but I just kept writing, what can I say 🤷🏻♀️
I hate him.
He's oblivious as I bore holes into the back of his head. Mr. I-Got-In-On-Recommendation just sits there studying like the studious boy he is. Everyone thinks he's so great, but I know he's no better than a bully.
"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" Jirou asks, eyeing me warily as he headphone jacks flit around. "You need to calm down, your food's already dead."
Looking down, there were holes in my salmon from me poking at it. "I'm fine, just thinking of something."
"You must be thinking of killing someone then," Kaminari laughs nervously, scooting an inch away from me. "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that."
He flinches when I smirk at him. "You probably should be." I'm only joking, but after Bakugou, I'm the next scariest person in 1-A. It doesn't help that my quirk is also dangerous.
But it wasn't always that way, unfortunately. Back in middle school, I could barely light a candle with my fire quirk, flames barely stuttering out a cold, dark red flame before collapsing on itself. I've always been vocal about being a powerful top hero, and my quirk should've matched those ambitions. Instead, I was a weakling. No one believed me or took me seriously. They laughed at me, teased me, scoffed at me, disregarded all my dreams. But I never gave up, I kept my dreams close to me and resolved to work harder.
I tried befriending Todoroki just because I thought he could give me pointers, since he has a Fire quirk also, but he wasn't very open to making friends or talking about that half of his quirk. In fact, he was always cold to everyone, but somehow he was still popular. So popular that some girls in my classes berated me for getting close to him. They were my worst bullies; just because I tried being friendly with their crush, they started teasing me about how weak I was, humiliating me in front of the class, writing nasty messages on my desk, pouring water on me. It even got to the point where they started pulling me out after class and during lunch to beat me up. I would be the punching bag or target of all their quirks.
"This is what a real hero fights like! Not some puny whore like you!"
They'd growl and laugh at me, and I couldn't defend myself. And on a few occasions, I'd see Todoroki standing a distance away as I was battered and bruised.
I didn't care that he didn't know it was because of him that I was being abused. I was angry because he just stood there, watching as those girls beat me up and called me names. I curse his apathy, those cold eyes as he stared right at me, met eyes with me, and chose to walk away as if nothing was happening. Just because his quirk is already strong, he looked down on weak fools like me. What a pompous asshole.
Months before entrance exams, I'd had enough of being a busted-up rag doll. I trained late into the wee hours of morning, pouring over countless online guides for unleashing your quirk. The first time I was able to sustain a bright red flame for more than 30 seconds, I almost cried in victory. The more I trained, the more powerful and hotter my flames became, spanning from red to orange to bright yellow, even white in short bursts. By the time the UA Entrance Exam rolled around, I'd attained incredible control over the temperature and sizes of flames I can make. Getting into UA has been my best achievement since I worked so hard for it.
Imagine how bitter I was when I heard Todoroki got in on recommendations.
I wasn't just bitter, I was pissed. A cold, pompous jerk like him got in just because he's known to have a really powerful quirk and his father is a Pro Hero. He doesn't even have a hero attitude! How can someone who doesn't even help a bully victim be a real hero?
From the first day of starting UA, I vowed to make Shouto Todoroki pay for his mistakes.
"Hey, (Y/n)?" Kirishima places a hand on my shoulder as we walk back to our classroom. "You went to the same junior high as Todoroki, right?"
"Yeah, why?" I try not to visibly bristle at his name.
Shark-Teeth hesitates, trying to word his next question as delicate as possible as his features twist awkwardly. "You two aren't very fond of each other, are you?"
"We just didn't talk," I put it bluntly.
Kiri rubs behind his neck. "I would've thought that, you know, since you two have similar quirks you would've at least-"
"He's not a very..." Friendly, kind, decent- "Talkative person. He didn't really have friends in school." I sit down in my seat and pull out my books, signalling I want to end the conversation.
Thankfully, Kirishima recognizes this, mouthing an "Okay..." before retreating to his own seat for class to begin.
Later that day, we're into duo teams for battle trials. My teammate ends up being Ojiro. At least it's not that jerk. As Bakugou and Midoriya fight it out, we're discussing tactics in the back of the room.
"You're much better at close combat than me," I explain, "So you should go out and take on the other members while I guard the weapon. If you need backup, I'll come out to help you." I already anticipate how Todoroki's going to attack. Being pitted against him is the perfect opportunity for me to get back at him.
When it's our turn, we set up inside the building near the weapon. I tug my gloves over my long sleeves. "Stay behind me. Whatever happens, don't panic," I mutter as I stand near the blond's tail.
Ojiro's confused expression is about to ask me why when the entire building starts rumbling. I activate orange fire out of my hands as the ice starts sweeping inside the room. Typical. At first, the ice is about to trap us, but I expand the size of the flames and sweep them over the entire inside of the room, careful not to burn the weapon.
"How did you know he would do that?" Ojiro asks, obviously impressed by my foresight.
"Instinct. Todoroki's going to come in here thinking he's frozen us to capture the warhead. When he does, I'll distract him while you run out and get the jump on Shoji, okay?"
As I predicted, Todoroki strolls into the room, eyebrows furrowing when he sees the room is completely rid of ice. "What-"
I don't give him chance to react as I blow orange flames directly at him. He puts up an ice barrier in the nick of time, my quirk completely encompassing him in heat. I nod for my teammate to hurry, and follows my orders, slipping through the door and bouncing out a window.
You're mine, jackass. I rush at him through the flames, heart pumping fresh rage through my veins. He raises his arm to shoot ice at me, but I jump up above him, propelling myself with flames from my left hand and shooting from my other one at him once I'm soaring near the back of his head. Landing right behind, I swipe his legs before he can spot me, effective in tripping him to his knee. I kick down, sending him onto his face with a groan. Gotcha.
Unfortunately for me, his right arm finds my ankle, sending numbing ice up my leg. "You can't win that easily," I grit out. I step on his free left wrist, hearing the crack under my foot, and shoot another flame blast at the ice on my leg. Ignoring his grunts of pain, I crouch down and pin his right hand behind his back. "And that's checkmate, Todoroki-san."
"Alright, that's enough, Young (Y/n)!" All Might yells out through the speakers. "The villain team has captured the hero team!"
Smirking, I shove Todoroki aside and walk away without bothering to look at him again. "So much for someone getting into UA on recommendations," I mutter to myself.
Once I'm out of the building, Ojiro raises an eyebrow at me. "Where's Todoroki?"
I simply shrug. "He'll be down in a little, I guess."
Turning back around, the jerk is exiting out of the building, nursing his left wrist against his chest. I face away quickly, just a twinge of guilt invading my mind.
"Hey, (Y/n), I think he's hurt," Ojiro's calm voice points out.
I scowl at him. "It's just his wrist, he'll be fine," I bark, stomping off to the rest of the class. It's not fair that I feel guilty, he deserves it!
"You sure there's no beef between you and Todoroki?" Kirishima asks as he walks next to me at the end of the day.
"Fuck off, Shark-Teeth!" I'm still in a bad mood. It's just his wrist, come on! "One trip to Recovery Girl and he was completely fine, I don't know why everyone's so bent out of shape about it!"
"Because you didn't even help him afterwards. That's kinda not heroic, don't you think?"
I round on him, about to grab his shirt and blast him in the face, instead choosing to clench my fists. "You don't know what 'mean' is! Stay out of this!" I walk away from him without looking back, mumbling to myself. How can he say that about me not being heroic? If he knew what Todoroki did, he would say the same thing.
On my way to the train station, I spot that familiar mop of bicolored hair staring at me with the same neutral gaze I hate. Glancing down, I see his wrist is fine before quickly darting away. Pompous jerk making me feel bad.
After that day, this idiot always had the audacity to stare at me. I always feel his eyes on me, it's so annoying. And he makes it so obvious, he doesn't even look away when I catch him, he just stares at me. It's enough that Kirishima's words got to me, I don't need him confusing me with this staring contest we have going on. If he wants to talk to me, he should do it already.
During the next few training sessions, we began sparring against each other with our quirks. People have slowly been becoming scared of me during these times because of how rough I was.
Once, I got to fight Bakugou. It was really fun going all out against someone who's just as aggressive.
This time, my opponent is the jerk himself. When Aizawa announced the pairs, Kirishima was about to pull me aside, but saw my murderous look and chose he would like to live. Everyone around us found their partners and started their individual training. While the two of us stared at each other from across the mat. I want to smash his emotionless pretty face in, I hate that I don't know what he's thinking!
If he's not gonna make the first move, I will. I rush up to him, igniting the flames in my palms. He's ready for me this time, standing his ground as I bound up and hunkering into a fighting stance. I throw up a hand towards his face once I close in on him, ready to blow his face off.
Todoroki catches my hand by the wrist, bringing his right hand up to trap me in an ice coffin. I slap that hand away and explode out a burst of orange flames, making him let go and stagger a few steps back. He immediately sends a trail of ice down to secure my feet in place, but I respond by directing both my hands downward, propelling myself off the ground and towards him in a giant, sweeping leap.
The familiar weightlessness of being in the air fuels the adrenaline pumping through me. He's my enemy, and I'm taking him down.
As I launch more continuous blasts at him while I soaring towards him, Todoroki coats his arm with ice to block his face. But he's in for a surprise. Moving close enough, I drop kick his arm down before landing a punch straight in his face. My body lands on top of his torso, pinning him to the ground. Winding back to land another punch on him, he suddenly launches his upper body upwards, headbutting me in the nose.
I let out a pained growl, reeling back as I feel the tingling of tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, and Todoroki uses this opportunity to flip us over so he's on top. Placing his hand on my shoulder, I'm instantly plunged into an ice coffin under him. Heaving out an icy breath, he slowly rises to his feet. The puckered skin of his scar already starts swelling into a bruise where I punched him, and forehead cracked from where he headbutt my nose.
The anger boils my blood hot as my flames. He's not winning over me! I'm not letting that happen! With a growling scream, heat floods from my iced palms before I'm broken free from my confines. White and blue flames erupt from my hands, directing them straight up at Todoroki. The ice barrier he puts up to protect himself melts faster than ice cream on a hot day against this new color of my fire. It continuously flares out from me as I stand up, pointing right at him and getting closer. I ball my fist up and throw my fire-coated fists at his forearms, the anger still building inside me. I want him to yield before me already, so he can pay for his sin.
Even after my quirk blinks out, I continue punching at him, blinded by both rage and hot tears. It wasn't until something wrapped around my arms and restrained me suspended slightly off the ground that I finally stop.
"I'm not putting you down until you're cooled down," Aizawa growls, his quirk and capture weapon smothering me.
Everyone was already staring at the scene. Although I scowl, I go limp and show no signs of resistance. When my body finally relaxes, I feel a sharp pain shooting up my hands and forearm. Once I'm free, I inspect my hands, noticing the beginning blisters of burns coating everything from my fingertips to my elbows. Ouch. My fire's never done that before. It's probably those flames I used. The dull pain in my nose starts throbbing.
"Both of you took this training a little too seriously," our teacher glowers at us. "I'll deal your punishment later. Can I trust that you won't kill each other going to see Recovery Girl?"
"Yes sir," we both mutter out.
The walk over there was quiet. I trudged ahead because I didn't want to see his face, but I had to feel his gaze bore into my skull again. After a good scolding from Recovery Girl, we were told to rest for a little while in the office before going back to class. I try to lie back and ignore him, indulging myself in quiet. I was so full of emotion that my flames turned hotter than they have before, but I have to use them sparingly since they can burn my normally fire-resistant skin. I'll have to make some adjustments to my hero costume gloves too.
"Do you have a person vendetta against me or something?"
Even just the sound of his blank voice makes me roll my eyes. "Hm, I wonder what could've given you that crazy idea."
Todoroki rolls up to a sitting position and faces me. Just like mine, his arms are wrapped in bandages. Apparently, because I punched him with my white-blue fire, he has some burns too, though not as severe as my own. He peers at me from one grey eye, the other one covered by a bag of ice he nestles against his new bruise. "I'd like to know why."
I clench my fists weakly against the pain. "I really don't feel like burning this office to a crisp right now, so we shouldn't talk about it."
"I think it's only fair when someone's holding a grudge against another, both parties should be clear on what the grudge entails."
Stupid logical idiot. "Fine." I sit myself up with a little more difficulty and flash him a harsh glare. "When we were in Junior High, you pushed me away when I tried to be friendly with you. I know you remember how weak I was and how much everyone else teased me because I said I want to be a top hero, like your dad. You were cold to me that way, but that's not the only reason I hate you. These girls in our class didn't like that I was getting close to you, so they started teasing me, harassing me, and beat me up." I pivot my entire body towards him as I hiss my next words, "And you watched them without interfering. You let a victim get bullied and you did nothing. Someone who wants to be a hero and save people, and got into this school on a recommendation, can't even be bothered to be a hero to his classmates when they're being bullied." Shaking my head, I add, "You disgust me. You're no hero, you're just an extremely powerful pompous asshole. You make me sick."
Todoroki's entire demeanor changes. Instead of the cold expression he always displays, his eyebrows relax out of their furrowed position. He looks down at his wrapped arms. "I...didn't think at the time. Yes, I saw it happen. Frankly, I was disgusted by you having a similar quirk as my father and wanting to be a hero after him." His left hand clenches. "That power repulses me, which is why I never use it in combat. Watching you go through all that, I rationalized to myself that you were strong enough to take it."
His fist relaxes and he bows his head somberly. "I know it's no excuse for what I did, I apologize for that. I take full responsibility for your hatred."
I'm quiet, kind of stunned. I've sometimes imagined Todoroki apologizing to me, but seeing it happen is somehow surreal. Rubbing the back of my head, I admit, "Well, I have to say that it's partially because of you that I was spurred to start training and become as I am now. So thank you, I guess." And although I really don't want to, I also say, "I'm sorry I broke your wrist in training last week. And burned you today. And almost tried to kill you in general. It was all overboard and I've been a huge jerk about this whole thing."
He offers a nod. "I believe it's safe to say our differences have been settled, then. I hope we can patch things up and become better classmates now that this is all behind us."
Without looking at him, I hold out my fist between our beds. When he takes too long, I roll my eyes. "It's a fist bump, it's what f-friends do."
I sense his eyes dart between my definitely tinted cheeks and my fist, before his fingers daintily close over it. "I'd rather do this, if you don't mind."
Peeking over at him, I open my hand, allowing him to gently clasp my hand between his fingers and his palm. A new sense of warmth washes over me when I look into his eyes. Though his features are as non-emotive as ever, his relaxed, mismatching orbs rest on me in what I can only place as support or respect.
"You're strong, (Y/n), and although my previous unfair actions towards you are what primarily coaxed it out, I know you already were in your mind and heart. I look forward to seeing it as we both progress to becoming heroes together."
His slight softening shifts something within both of us. And that moment told me that our new relationship would evolve into something greater.
This turned out to be a WHOLE LOT longer than I expected. Tbh this ending isn't the best and it feels kind of rushed, but I also didn't know how else to end it and I wanted to finish it already and I already almost fell asleep sitting up at my keyboard at least twice, so I wrote the first thing that came to my head. I hope you guys like it~
Also, please stay healthy and safe wherever you are. I know here in the US, there's a lot of general panic surrounding the virus, but please remember to stay alert and cautious, but not anxious, wash your hands, don't touch your face, and take care of those who are young and old and those who have weak immunity.
Take care all 💖
~Tiny senpai