**ATTENTION! PLEASE READ: In my last introduction, I stated that this story was going to be a two part one-shot. However, it seems to drag on a lot longer than I anticipated so there will be more than just two parts. Just thought I'd let you guys know! Thanks for taking the time to read this and enjoy the story.**
Todoroki latched onto his doorknob, slightly twisting and pulling at it to ensure that it was locked. After leaving school, Shoto made a pit stop home to shower and change out of his uniform. He figured he should wear something comfortable if he was going to spend his Friday night on the subway. He decided to throw on his typical go-to outfit: A pair of black jeans and a blue button up top donned over a white v-neck. Now glancing at his watch that read 4:20 pm, Shoto began making his way towards the station. The vision he had earlier was weighing heavily on his mind. He was contemplating on a strategy that would best fit the situation. If violence were to ensue, how was he supposed to defend himself and the girl without putting the other passengers in harms way? How was he going to pull this off?
"That was awesome! Wasn't it?!" Uraraka was beaming with pleasure. Popcorn began scattering everywhere as she spun around in circles. Yaoyorozu and Jirou followed closely behind, picking up the astray kernels and heading towards the theater's exit.
"Yeah. It was pretty cool," Jirou agreed, "I'm surprised you weren't scared, Ochaco. You don't seem like the type to watch scary movies."
"Ah! I'm really not. But ever since Deku-kun and I started watching horror films together, I got used to em," Uraraka replied all nonchalant.
Jirou and Yaoyorozu shot each other a perplexed look before asking, "Doesn't Midoriya hate scary movies?"
"Yup! He's a big crybaby just like me!" Uraraka gushed, a huge smile plastered on her face as she thought about Deku.
"Then, why do you guys watch them?" Yaoyorozu asked.
Uraraka froze at the question. She knew her reasoning for this was quite embarrassing and she was hesitant to answer.
"You two might find this kind of silly but…it's actually an exercise," Uraraka said awkwardly, "We're trying to overcome our fear of creepy looking villains so that we can fight them off in real life!"
Momo's eyes widened at her friend's remark as if touched by her words. Jirou on the other hand, was trying to suppress her laughter.
"See! I knew you guys would make fun of me." Uraraka mumbled. Yaoyorozu suddenly plunged towards Uraraka, grabbing her by the arms and shouting,
"That's NOT silly!"
"It's not?!" Uraraka and Jirou said in unison.
"NO!" Momo released her hold of Ochaco's wrists and fixed her posture before continuing. A finger now pointed in the air.
"It's a form of training! You and Midoriya are teaching your minds. And as long as you two are growing from it, then it doesn't matter how ridiculous it is!"
A brief silence occurred as the three girls just stared amongst each other.
"AHAHAHahahaha!" Loud bursts of laughter randomly came out of Uraraka and Jirou who were now crouched over and slapping their knees. "You're too serious, Yaomomo!", they exclaimed, "You're just like Iida-kun! AhaHAha!"
Momo was shocked at their reaction but couldn't contain herself when her friends started imitating Iida by aggressively chopping the air..
A maroon minivan was slowly pulling up to the front of the theater. The sound of singing and heavy metal music could be heard playing through obnoxiously loud speakers. It was a sound so deafening that even people inside the theater could hear it. Jirou's ears immediately picked up on the familiar sound and took a peep at her watch. It was now 8:00 p.m.
"Well, my folks are here. You two need a ride home?"
"Sure! That'd be great!" Uraraka replied.
"I'm alright," Momo told them politely, "I'll have my driver come pick me up."
Momo knew her house was quite a distance from the theater and even opposite to where Jirou and Uraraka lived. She declined the offer because she didn't want to be an inconvenience.
Yaoyorozu waved good bye to her friends as they drove off. As much fun as it was to go out and enjoy normal teenage activities, Momo was pooped. She was equally excited to just go home, take a nice, warm bubble bath, and catch up on her novels. She relished at the thought of it. Yaoyorozu dug into her clutch to retrieve her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found her driver's number. Holding it up to her ear, she waited for the phone to ring….but it never did. Momo looked at her screen and noticed she had no bars.
"Not this again," she groaned. Yaoyorozu quickly created a bench for her to stand on in hopes that elevating herself would grant her phone signal. It didn't. Momo then scanned the area in hopes of finding a kind civilian to lend her their phone. Luckily, she spotted a junior high student exiting the theater and decided to approach her for help.
"Excuse me," Momo carefully began, "I'm sorry to bother you but may I use your phone? Mine has no signal and I just need to contact my driver to come pick me up."
The girl stared up at Yaoyorozu in awe. Admiring how shapely and beautiful she was. Momo had her hair down and was wearing a cream colored turtle neck with a matching pencil skirt. Her top was semi-fitted and hugged her curves in all the right places. Her gentle smile leaving the girl in a trance. Hell. If Shoto was here, he'd probably react the same way. Maybe even worse.
"S-sure. Here you go," the child stammered. She handed her cell over to Yaoyorozu, who excitedly grabbed it and rummaged through her clutch in search for her own. Momo began skimming through her contact list to find her driver's number.
"Oh, thank you so much! You have no idea how thankful I-" Yaoyorozu stopped mid sentence as she watched the screen of her phone go black. EH?!
"You've gotta be kidding me!," she snapped. Momo started smashing her phone's buttons, trying to turn it back on. But it was no use. Now how was she supposed to get home? She didn't remember her driver's number and she definitely didn't want to bother her parents while they were working.
Shaking her head defeatedly, Momo handed the phone back to the girl. "Actually, I won't be needing this after all. But thank you anyway."
The young lady detected sadness in Yaoyorozu's voice and thought she could help her out by making a suggestion.
"Miss, are you familiar with the area?"
Momo nodded.
"There is a way you can get home from here," the child explained, "And it won't cost you much either." Momo's jet-black orbs suddenly gleamed with excitement.
"How?!", she demanded.
There was a stiff pain radiating on the side of Todoroki's neck. He was slouching in his seat with his head craned to the side. His eyelids getting heavier with each blink of the eye. Shoto had boarded the 5 p.m. train and was well aware of how long he's been waiting. But in the past three hours, there was still no sign of the people from his vision. So he continued to wait patiently.
"Skkkrrreeeeccchhh…" The train was coming to yet another stop at a new station. Multiple people stood up from their seats and crowded the sliding door's exit. Todoroki sat up and watched as newcomers boarded the train. Hopefully this is her stop, he thought to himself. First to come aboard were two mothers and a flock of children; four girls and three boys. The kids gleefully flopped into the seats in front of Shoto while their mothers remained standing. Second to arrive were a large group of well dressed businessmen. Each of them carrying a leather suitcase and sporting the same dull expression. The weary look on their faces due to overexertion or lack of sleep. Perhaps both. Shoto watched as all of them attempted to grab a seat and felt a tinge of guilt when there weren't any left. Todoroki figured he's sat down long enough and offered his seat to the older gentleman standing beside him. The elder immediately collapsed onto the bench and drew in a long, jagged breath before thanking Todoroki. As Shoto was about to respond, fear struck the old man's face. Todoroki turned his head to where the man's eyes were fixed and watched as three odd looking men hopped on. Even the kids were staring up at the trio in horror and amusement.
Each man held a distinct look. One of them had a reptile-like appearance and pink hair that slicked back. His skin was covered in green scales and a tattered mask made of bandage partially covered his face. There was another man with a more muscular build whose red hair flowed down to his shoulders. He had facial hair only on his chin and wore sunglasses even though it was 8 o'clock at night. The youngest of the bunch looked the most dangerous. This guy had a patchwork pattern running along the skin of his face, neck, and extremities. The borders between his smooth pale skin to the wrinkly purple patches were stitched together by staples and hoop piercings. His eyes, though a beautiful turquoise color, lacked brightness and emotion. He looked dead inside.
"Quite the motley crew, don't ya think?" The old man snickered. Todoroki offered the man a weak smile but kept his eyes glued on the strange group of men. As the threesome were making their way to the back of the train, the man with blue eyes suddenly stopped.
"Hey Dabi," the man with sunglasses called out, "You good?"
The man known as 'Dabi' was now staring in the direction of the entrance. And from where Shoto was standing, he could see a smirk form at the end of Dabi's lips. Whatever Dabi was staring at must have been quite fascinating if it made a few other passengers turn heads too.
"It's cool, Kenji. I'll just stand over here," Dabi said as he settled himself in the middle aisle. "You and Spinner can head on back."
The reptilian looking man known as Spinner, strutted towards Dabi. A look of annoyance on his face.
"What's got you acting all spontaneous?", he asked. Dabi nodded towards the sliding door, motioning that he and Kenji look over. The moment the two averted their eyes to the door, Kenji unconsciously drew in a whistle.
Shoto's view was obstructed by several passengers. He attempted to swivel left and right but couldn't see passed the zombified businessmen. Todoroki began searching for something to stand on but couldn't find a damn thing. What was he going to do now? The older gentleman that Todoroki had given up his seat for noticed this frazzled behavior. He gently tugged on the sleeve of Shoto's shirt. Shoto looked down at him and was puzzled to see the man tapping on the ledge of his seat. Is he suggesting what I think he's suggesting?, Todoroki thought to himself.
"Just hop on kid," the man urged on. Shoto's eyes widened at the unorthodox gesture but he still turned to face the man and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you," Shoto replied.
Todoroki removed his shoes before taking his place on the bench. Finally, he could see clearly. Todoroki had a clear view of all the passengers lined up against the windows. He quickly scanned the left side of the cart and felt a huge release when he finally saw her. The girl from his vision. Her back was facing him and she had her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out the window. She looked exactly the way she did in his vision. Except now, she was even more alluring. Todoroki found himself gawking over her. He couldn't help but run his eyes down her long, exposed legs. Her outfit, though prim and proper, clung to her body perfectly and gave a subtle view of the shape of her breasts and ass. He seriously wondered how she managed to exert such class yet look so damn tempting at the same time. As he continued staring at her, something strange occurred to him. The shape of the woman's body looked oddly familiar. The way she stood with her back upright and the way her long, black hair gracefully hung over her shoulders reminded him of.….FUCK! Todoroki's mind started racing and for the first time today, he grew impatient. He had to confirm this NOW. The girl had just taken a step back as the conductor closed all the doors and Shoto immediately leaned forward to get a good look at her face. When she turned around, Shoto realized there was no mistaking who this mystery girl was. It was indeed Yaoyorozu.