"What the future holds"
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The gentle breezes of the morning sky filled the nostrils of young Todoroki, who took a walk with the intention of seeing the beautiful vastness with which the sun received his broken heart in a time of solitude.
Having supposedly surrendered to Midoriya didn't lead to stop loving him, thinking about him and longing for him since the sports festival; on the contrary, those were feelings that weren't willing to be dismissed in a simple stoic blink on his part.
The reflections that surrounded him like a curse weren't enough for him, since they were accumulations of emptiness that were eroding along with the grass that decorated the school facilities, which was currently dry.
This was how Todoroki was like a withered flower, a dry plant, dry of all that stimulus that wanted to cause a possible reaction on his part.
Todoroki sighed languidly, paling with the slowness with which the sun rose from the horizon.
The roughness that filled his hands, the lump in his throat, the tears that just didn't come out as much as he wanted to, didn't disappear from his anatomy.
Everything in his being was filled with Midoriya.
His skin screamed Midoriya's name without being heard, without anything happening, because he knew better than anyone that he would not receive a response in exchange for his pleas.
What the future held for him was uncertain, an immense emptiness, a gap that detonated the years of life until he became old and absent from the world.
The immense stillness, the silent sky, the rays of the sun that did not heat an inch of his epithelium, the sounds that deafened his senses.
Fear.
Restlessness.
What was in store for him now?
He still didn't get an answer within his reflection.
After having breakfast in the dining room, he went for a walk around the city, since he had nothing relevant to do with his existence, at least during the winter holidays.
He saw people pass by, while he carried that stoic gesture that defined his slight expression, part of the vestiges that triggered his wounded feelings.
The cold of winter seemed like a certainty tucked over his head, simulating a white cloth that with use turned into an opaque black color.
However, getting tired of not having a specific route, he decided to take the bus, but when he stopped at the stop to wait for the next stop, he saw that unmistakable curly green hair, arriving shortly after him and stopped at the same place as yours.
He hadn't seen him since he confessed that he loved him; it was ironic that the feeling that it took forever to see him again had been a scant two days, or maybe less.
What a cruel coincidence, he said painfully. A cruel and bitter sentence lies in wait for me, he supposed as he approached from behind until his fingers touched her shoulder.
How much work it cost him to perform that action without ending in collapse.
"Midoriya" He greeted him, getting a slight jump in reaction, followed by intense, huge green eyes that watched only him. His heart was oppressed, and the world closed.
"Todoroki-kun!" He uttered astonished to see him. "What are you doing here? Are you shopping or to clear yourself of the others?"
"Hanging out" He rambled roughly.
This didn't seem to reassure Midoriya, who immediately looked at him worriedly.
"Are you alright?" He approached him closely, inspecting him with his eyes, triggering in him, that funeral pain from which he fled like a fugitive.
"Yes, I'm better" He noted dryly. "And what are you doing here, Midoriya? Shouldn't you be resting in the dorms?"
He wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be enjoying the company of his explosive boyfriend, or the corrosive bomb calling himself Katsuki Bakugou.
How much disdain he experienced before that guy.
Midoriya's uncomfortable eyes darted to the floor.
"He wanted to be alone," He admitted under his breath, though he could hear it, more than good. "If Kacchan were with me right now, he wouldn't let me think alone"
"Bakugou doesn't respect when you want to be alone?" He questioned, lending his ear to listen to him.
"No." He noted that he pursed his lips, as if he had a hard time admitting it. The helpless eyes he displayed unconsciously were the answer to his deduction.
Bakugou didn't give Midoriya time to think, that is, he didn't allow him to have a mind of his own.
It was to be expected.
"He lectures you when you don't know what to do?"
Midoriya nodded, and he could see that his lower lip trembled.
"Midoriya" He said his name, seeing him nod. "What do you say if only the two of us talk?"
"Eh?" He blinked, and to his curiosity, he looked interested in his suggestion.
"I don't mind talking to you" He said condescendingly. "Since you are my best friend, leaving feelings aside, it's not an impediment that we can speak, don't you think?"
"Not at all!" He replied, his face lighting up a bit. "Can we chat, Todoroki-kun?"
"It's what I was suggesting"
A cute smile emerged from Midoriya's lips, accepting his suggestion.
After all, Todoroki had nothing to lose.
They took the bus without having a destination to which to arrive, rather than contemplate the winter landscape and enjoy the company of the other.
Todoroki was the first to speak.
"What is it that has you so overwhelmed, Midoriya?" He asked cautiously, turning to see him with all his attention focused on his behavior. Midoriya looked at him busy, playing with her fingers intertwined with each other.
"Not knowing what will happen in the future" He snapped awkwardly, opening his eyes. "I am intrigued not knowing how to decide what is best for me"
"Hm" Todoroki blurted out thoughtfully. "You say you don't know what the future holds for you?" He supposed, followed by a contemplative look.
"Yes!" He nodded affirmative. "I feel like Kacchan doesn't want me to decide things on my own"
"It's obvious" He said without thinking, but he didn't mind saying it at all.
"This" Midoriya looked at him uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.
"It's not to offend you," he emphasized in vain, hearing him breathe with relief.
"Well." He smiled innocently. "I know that about you, Todoroki-kun"
"So, is that just what overwhelms you?" He returned to the topic, hating that he reminded his of the pain that came with his love for him.
"No" He replied, returning to the busy gesture.
"Can you tell me?" He encouraged him in his stoic manner, inviting him to continue. "We don't have a destination mapped on this bus, Midoriya, we can get off at any stop and we can return to the starting are no limits to distances"
Midoriya's face lit up, looking at him like he was the antidote to disease. To this, he gave her a confused look.
"You described it perfectly well" He praised him in admiration, surprising him.
"What?"
"You described what I felt perfectly, Todoroki-kun!" He sang cheerfully. "I'm scared to risk leaving everything behind, but it's something I'm seriously considering taking on the challenge, even though Kacchan doesn't want me to do it"
Todoroki was more than lost in that dialogue that Midoriya said.
What did that babble mean on your part?
He returned the blank gesture.
"Ah" He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I mean I was thinking about changing schools"
"Why?" He asked, surprised.
"I can't tell you" He explained dejectedly. "Since I swore not to, but the only thing I can tell you is that people who know the origin of my power are in danger, and Kacchan knows everything"
"I see ..." He muttered thoughtfully. "You mean that the origin of your Quirk is special?"
"Something like that" He tried to explain. "It's a secret, but Kacchan refuses that I change schools, although the truth is I don't care where to, all I want is to be a hero"
"Bakugou will never let you get away from him." He opined on the explosive boy, or as he sometimes thought: the corrosive bomb. "And letting you decide things on your own, neither"
"But"
"Midoriya" He rose his tone "If you say you know Bakugou as you presume to, you should know that he is very possessive and dominant" He warned seriously. "If you think you have the freedom to decide your future for yourself, I cannot guarantee it if you continue with him"
"I..." He paused shortly; his features fell. "You're right" He admitted sadly. "I know that side of Kacchan very well" He nodded.
"I'm not telling you because I love you" He replied. "I tell you because first you are my friend, and like the friends we are, seeing you suffer is unbearable to me"
"Todoroki-kun" He sighed touched. "The same thing happens to me with you"
"I don't want you to lock yourself up within your own limits" He said in concert. "If they tie your hands, you won't know how far you can become as a hero"
"Yes"
"No one but you locks up in its own cardboard box" He continued. "And I appreciate you enough to tell you these things, so please reflect well, Midoriya, don't think of others or their toxic words, think of yourself, because at the end of everything, you only have yourself single"
Seeing him nod full of joy and thanks, a friendly smile returned.
"I really appreciate that you tell me these things" He concluded, smiling.
"And I that you tell me them" He agreed.
When the bus stops were over, they went to buy hot chocolate at a stall in that small town at the end of the city, and they took the bus back to their destination.
Perhaps what the future held for Todoroki were not pure misfortunes as he believed.
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P.S. A chapter of Todoroki at a time before Midoriya talks to Kacchan in the night, that is, before what happened in the previous chapter.
