Chapter Two: Touch & Pain
Ever since I got the Todoroki boy's uniform wet a couple days ago those mismatched eyes of his have been glaring evilly at me no matter what I did or who we were around. Whether it be morning, noon, or night those eyes looked at me with an icy shine that couldn't melt away even with an apology but why should I apology after he basically called me a 'whore' and a 'money slut'. It seemed the boy could hold one hell of a grudge against someone. We stayed silent with each other most days, while other days he would try and start with me by muttering insults under his breath but I choose to ignore most of them or just mute him in my head.
I sigh and wipe sweat from my forehead placing the dirty rag into the bucket of water that was now a murky brown. I stand back up admiring my hard work. The floors were practically sparkling once I got done with them. I worked hard in order for the floor to be this shiny, It literally took me two hours to clean and scrub the living room and kitchen floors. Though don't get me wrong here, I wasn't cleaning the Todoroki mansion for the fun of it or for them to like me more; it was in order to keep my mind trained and occupied. If I didn't keep myself occupied with cooking or cleaning or simple tasks I would be repeating that day over and over again in my brain. It was best if I did things like this then that wouldn't happen.
"Phew," I say my breathing uneven due to me running back and forth from cleaning the last two hours. I see sweat around my breasts that soaked the front of my white tee shirt, oh great. I will have to change my shirt after I'm done, it was sorta embarrassing walking around like this. I pick up the bucket of water carrying it outside before dumping it into the grass in the backyard.
Then as I go to go back inside something catches my eyes. Out of all the pretty scenery and cherry trees in the backyard, a garden is left unkept. Weeds are growing in it and all the flowers are mostly wilted. I make a face wondering why the garden was like that as I walk back inside, sliding shut the door behind me. I should tend to it tomorrow and clean it all up and plant some new flowers in it. I would do it today but it was already evening and plus I would have to get gardening supplies.
Once placing the bucket back in the kitchen I see the mail on the kitchen table. I blink at a letter with my name printed on it and pick it up. I immediately tear into it wondering what was inside. I don't feel any excitement like most would, but it was my acceptance letter from the top hero Academy saying I could start class Monday as an exchange student in class 1A. It was Friday now meaning I could begin after the weekend was up.
I push back my bangs that were sticking to my forehead and throw the letter onto the table. In all due honesty, I might not have been excited but I was actually more nervous rather than excited. 'Really nervous' I think as I look at my ever so slightly shaky hands. Multiple questions fluster me, as my entire life, I only went to a regular high school, the one I was forced to quit because of Endeavor. Thoughts like what were the other students in the classroom like and wasn't Shoto in that class were racking my brain?
Never in my life, I thought I would be attending UA, but now here I was. Well, I also didn't think I would have a fiance who hates me at the ripe age of sixteen either, a fiance who I was forced to marry. I don't even know anyone who goes to the academy besides Shoto, and he hates my guts because of the whole marriage thing. I once said it before, but I wasn't exactly the hero type, so I believe that is what is upsetting me. Most kids or children daydream about becoming a great hero with an awesome costume, but I just wanted to live a normal life. I repeat those words in my head, 'normal.'
My mother used to say normal wasn't for them or for me, so forget the idea of living a normal day to day life. I always pictured myself to be a businesswoman believe it or not but now that I'm here I don't think that will ever happen. I don't think my future was very bright either. I heard stories about forced marriages between a man and a woman to create a greater quirk in their children. None of them were happy families; everything crumbled in the end. Most mothers even despised their children because of the marriages, some straight up abandoning them or abusing them. I read about it in the newspaper enough times.
Children who've been taken away from child protective services because of the abuse that went on in the household. Some mothers were overjoyed while some other mothers felt quite the opposite and tried using their quirk to hurt the people taking away the child, but that's why when they take the child away from the abusive home they are always escorted out by at least one pro hero, sometimes two depending on the threat level the household could have. Although, being in a household with a pro-hero or someone of high status like here would never be investigated. They'd never think twice.
Though I don't think I could ever harm a child for something that's not their fault so we would have no reason to be investigated anyway, let alone if the child is mine. Children. I suppose that is what expected of Shoto and I once we officially marry. I clench my fists staring off into space. How soon did Endeavor want us to marry? We haven't even discussed that yet because he hasn't been around, to busy with hero work or in his office. It's hard to think about such things right now. Shoto and I can't even hold a conversation let alone conceive a child anytime soon...
My frown deepens. The thoughts about that morbid. I couldn't stand the thought of touching him in intimate ways like that but I wouldn't have to worry. Well, I was only sixteen and Shoto was...well I don't know, I never got the chance to ask him his age but I assume if he's in high school it can be anywhere from 15-18.
My eyes glance up at the sink that was now repaired and brand new as I turn around. I wonder if Endeavor was mad when he found out he had a busted sink? I don't even know who fixed it really. I just remembered after I stormed up to my room and when I came back down which was a couple of hours later the sink was by then repaired. I assumed it must have been Endeavor who found the mess and called someone to repair it but wouldn't he have scolded me? I know the woman who was Shoto's sister scolded me once I calmed down, which the way she did it made me feel bad about my actions that day...
Just when I walk into the hallway, I come face to face with a mismatched pair of eyes glaring intently at me. I nearly jump out of my skin as I feel a yelp leave me making his eyes narrow more. 'Oh great...He was going to make fun of me.' I think covering my mouth with my hand as I stare at him awkwardly.
"Is my face that scary to you?" he asks coldly brushing past me and walking into the kitchen. He must have just come home from school is my conclusion seeing his shoulder bag still slung over his shoulder, though it was late in the day... He must have stayed late, or he was with his friends.
I reply uncovering my mouth with my hand "No its just you snuck up on me." He takes his messenger bag off and hangs it on the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen before his eyes land on the opened letter on the kitchen table.
I see his eyes widen before he turns around quickly, his eyes instantly narrowing upon landing on me. He then asks raising his voice, "You are going to the academy?! Since when?!"
I look at him strangely before I reply keeping my voice toned down "Your father decided this ever since I came here. He wanted me to attend UA with you. Didn't he tell you?"
He sneers, his nose crinkling as he yells "Obviously not if I'm just learning of this. How come you didn't tell me yourself!?"
My eyes narrow at him before I reply, my voice starting to raise since his voice was too, "Oh. Perhaps because you are behaving like a huge ass and I don't want to even go near you. I have been trying to make this work, but you're making it really difficult."
I see his eyes twitch as he starts to get heated up, quite literally as a fire flickers in his hand and I can tell he wants to squish me. I then say snidly even though I should shut my mouth at this point "But now you know. I will see you in class Monday."
Just when I go to turn and walk away from the fight, he then asks the fire extinguishing in his palm, his face seeming calmer, "How have you been trying to make this work? By breaking our sink?" I stop from turning to walk away, and I face him once more.
I glare, and I reply being honest "That was an accident. It wouldn't have happened if you didn't call me names."
He cocks his head, now being more cocky than angry. He says smoothly "I didn't say anything to upset you. All I said was that you were some floozy who was bribed to be here. I mean I am right, so what I said was nothing but the truth."
I grind my teeth and I yell walking towards him "How many times must I tell you?! I wasn't bribed! My parents set this marriage up with your father!" As I walk in front of him I yank his collar down towards me "I can only take so much of your mouth. So stop acting like some immature brat and let's try and make this work like adults.."
He doesn't seem fazed by my anger, his face showing nothing but disgust as I grip his shirt. "Let go of me," he warns, but I don't listen.
"Well answer me. Will you continue to act like some brat like you are now? Cause I can't deal with this much longer." I ask gripping his shirt tighter.
He growls before snapping at me his hands snatching mine that was on his shirt and pushing me back "Why would I want to play house with you? I don't want to make things work! Why would I? I'm not having someone decide who I am going to marry and fuck for the rest of my life!"
I'm shocked at his words as I stumble back which each shove he gives me. Before I know it my hips come crashing into the kitchen table and he shoves me on to it, my back colliding roughly with the wood. He then leans down still sneering before he asks "So you want things like this to work out between us. Forced passion? Forced love? Just because our parents say so?" My eyes are wide as he leans down further, his lips brushing against my ear and his fingers brush against my breast before running down the curve of my body "Cause that's what he wants and according to you that's what you want."
I feel heat sink into my cheeks and before I know it my hand raises and I slap him harshly. The slap echoes as his head turns to the right from the force of the slap. Immediately he lets go of me turning his head to face me, and he backs up no longer forcing me down. I look at my hand, and I notice it is trembling and I hold it with my other hand to make it stop as I sit up. So just now, without realizing it, I was scared deep down.
He holds his now reddened cheek before he says coldly "That's what I thought. So before you come to me, asking for things to work out between us think twice of your future. Its best if things don't work out between us..." With that, he quickly slips out of the room, and I'm left alone as I think about his words. I think he was right for once. Did I really want things to work out between us? I mean what just happened on the table would become a reality... Perhaps things not working out well will make Endeavor notice we're not a good match for each other.
I make a face as I slip off the table slowly and I feel tears slip down my face. Reality and my future now sinking in. I really want to be back home...but my parents are the ones who sold me in the end. Would I really want to go back home to such a family? I bite my lip as I walk out of the kitchen and into the hallway. My eyes were glancing towards the front door, and before I know it I whip it open and rush out the front door no longer being able to take this suffocating house anymore. Fresh air was engulfing me as I start to run... I just wanted to be anywhere but here as of now.
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A sly smirk surfaces as a pair of mismatched eyes watch from the second-floor window at the feminine figure fleeing from the mansion. "There. Solves that problem..." the boy mutters to himself confidently before letting go of the curtain and walking away from the window. He starts frowning suddenly as he glances down at his hand, the same hand that touched her body, there was one thing the boy didn't like about the outcome of recent events.
He knew he went too far trying to get his point across, yet deep down he seemed to enjoy pushing his boundaries of what he can and can't do... He enjoyed touching her body a little too much, and he knew he should have stopped once he shoved her down, that in itself enough to get his point across. Though as his eyes drifted from hers for a slipt second, her breasts drawing in his attention, he wanted to do more than brush his fingers against it. He wanted to see what the two lumps on her chest would feel like inside of his hand. To grope and to massge...no. He needed to stop before this got any further.
His fists ball as confusion sets in...Maybe this was hormones? He's never really been interested in touching women before, despite them fawning over him over the recent years. He knew a couple of his classmates were already interested in the opposite sex but he doubted very few have actually gone far quite yet. All Shoto had been interested in was gaining more power and his mother. He makes a face as he walks to his room. It was best to forget about the girl of whom he was supposed to marry. She most likely wasn't going to come back anyway.
Shoto shut his eyes as he tries his best to relax now that she is finally gone from his house. Though was she really going to leave and not come back? He reopens his eyes as he stops in front of his bedroom door and turns the handle. It would be a problem for him if she were to come back. After what happened...it would make things tougher for him to be around her. It has been hard enough lately but now it would be even harder.
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I watch in the distance as kids play on the playground with no worry in the world as I sit on top of a hill pulling at grass. Their screams and laughter filling the air as they run around on wooden chips. Some children playing already having developed their quirk and using it to play with, some useless, while some others you could tell would be a grand hero in the future. I already feel better as I have granted myself temporally freedom though I knew I had to go back at some point.
I draw my knees to my chest as I watch the white fluffy clouds float above my head. The day was nice, the temperature not too cold and not to hot. The evening skies already orange, the orange having already eaten most of the blues skies away. I sigh, closing my eyes briefly, and when I reopen them, I see legs standing in front of me. I raise an eyebrow, my eyes drifting up to look at the face and I see a blonde boy about my age staring at me intently, his crimson eyes narrowed.
Before I know it he asks his voice loud "You don't seem to have a child around you. You some child pervert or something?! Or looking to kidnap some child to get some money? Huh?! Which one is it?!"
He leans down getting in my face, and I push back replying weirded out by the boy "No! I'm just here to relax. I got into a fight with someone and had nowhere to go."
He continues to stare at me with suspicion before he leans away "I see. Then what about a date? You're not that bad. You get in a fight with your boyfriend or something?"
My eyes widen and I mutter in disbelief "Excuse me?" Did he just accuse me of being a child pervert and then ask me on a date? Who the hell does that?
He then yells getting angry "A date! I asked you out on a date you dumbass! I'm bored and you seem to be my type."
I continue to stare at him in disbelief and I ask "Then how come you accused me of being a child pervert if you were going to ask me out on a date?"
He scratches his neck his eyes narrowing as he mutters his eyes glancing away "Because I needed an excuse to talk to you..."
"What?" I ask not understanding what he muttered and he 'tsks' before he asks getting angry again.
"Do you want to go out on a date with me or not dipshit!?"
I blink before I answer feeling pressured "Sure. Sure. I will go on a date with you." His face seems to relax just a bit before he leans down snatching my wrist and pulling me up and off the ground.
Just as I stand to my feet he already begins tugging me along with him before he says "Good. I wasn't going to take no for an answer anyway."
'He wasn't?' I think before I ask him a bit weirded out from his straightforwardness "What is your name...?"
He replies still tugging me along to wherever he has planned for a date "Katsuki. Yours dumbass?"
He's still calling me dumbass...I reply "Amaya. You can call me Amaya..."
At first, I assumed the random blonde boy was a stranger, but it seems I was totally wrong. Little did I know he would end up being my classmate...and rival to my somewhat fiance, Shoto Todoroki.
Authors note: Well I finally came around to updating the fanfic! Life has been hectic and I have been working on other fanfictions I have published as well in my free time. Hehe, Kachan has now been involved in the story. I once read that his mother was an aggressive flirter so I thought the same for Katsuki since he takes after her a lot. Anyway, I would like to thank everyone for reviewing, favoriting, and following so far! It means a lot. I hope to see you all in the next chapter!
Edited/Revised On February 16th, 2019.