Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia or anything in it.
Summary: She wakes up with memories of her previous life dripping through the cracks of her mind like a sieve. She loses a lot, so much, even her name, but she remembers some things: the details of the life she seems to have been thrown into, and the details of the life to come. The important things, basically, to whatever higher power has decided that Todoroki Shouto is too indispensable to lose. OC-insert as Todoroki Shouto.
General Warnings: AU (later on), (most likely) GEN, language, violence, child abuse, OC-insert, it gets worse before it gets better, more trigger warnings will be added in later chapters because this is gonna get sad.
Author's Notes: So, who thought I was dead? *raises hand* Do you ever get these scenes in your head and you're like, okay imma write it, but then you realize in order for it to make sense you need like 50K of context, so now you have a whole fic just so you can get to that one scene you imagined? Yeah. Hi. This is that fic. Except I haven't gotten the 50K of context actually written out yet. This fic was also born because I couldn't find any good SI-OC/OC-insert fics as Todoroki Shouto. I have a similar fic in progress for Bakugou Katsuki for the same reason.
Chapter 1
For her, it ends like this: she's walking back from school one day, and then she's not, pulled into an alley by a strong, unkempt man.
"Gimme your money," the man slurs, fingers turning to knives on one hand and digging his fingers around her shoulder with the other. She does, fumbling and so terrified she can't even scream, and maybe she's too slow or too poor or maybe she's just not enough, because he leaves her bleeding out in the alley, throat slashed and unable to scream anyway. It's as she's weakly, uselessly, trying to fumble with her phone, the hot, thick blood gushing from her throat already slowing, that she thinks: I don't want to die.
And, as she stares up dimly at the beautiful, dusk-pink sky, a voice says, what if I could change that?
~ : {Ice in my heart} : ~
She wakes up on a padded floor. There's a snort, somewhere, far above her.
"Weak," someone, human, male, huffs above her. There's the sound of heavy footsteps as the man leaves. She tries for a breath, somehow surprised she can, and it stutters in her throat as the pain registers, sharp, stabbing, piercing straight through her chest. She nearly sobs, but she doesn't have the air, so she focuses on that, wheezing weakly, one breath after another, and, thankfully, the stabbing sensation eases with every gasp. It only makes way for the aching and throbbing though, everywhere except her throat, like her body is one giant bruise.
What happened? She wonders, and then: where am I?
You are Todoroki Shouto, the voice says.
No I'm not, she thinks, automatically, reflexively, but the voice doesn't reply.
I'm not, she insists anyway, grasping at memories that seem to drip through the cracks in her mind like a sieve. I am- I am-
...
Who am I?
She drags herself up, slowly, painstakingly, one limb at a time. She's in a training room, floors and walls and ceiling padded with fire retardant material, and she doesn't know where she is, but somehow, at the same time, she does. She can't stand, legs shaking and spindly and small beneath her, so she crawls, drags herself to another room, a bathroom, and pulls herself up against the sink.
Who am I, she had asked, and now, taking in the dual colored hair and the dual colored eyes atop a small, childish body, covered in black and blue and yellow bruises, she knows the answer.
You are Todoroki Shouto, the voice had said.
I am Todoroki Shouto, she repeats, and she remembers.
Notes: I have not caught up with BNHA at all since Season 3 ended so some things will definitely be wrong. Everything I know is from fanfic or wiki.
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