Taking a deep breath, Midoriya attempted to quell the anger that was slowly bubbling in his chest. Reaching up with the back of his hand, he rubbed at the wet remnants of saliva that covered his right cheek. Droplets of dried blood still coated the collar and front of his tunic but his nose and all other injuries he had sustained in his match with the Commander had been healed by Recovery Girl. He had been surprised to find a short, elderly woman sitting at a desk piled high with herbs and still bubbling potions when he had entered the little room that was connected to the infirmary.

Instead of an elderly woman he had been expecting at least a young girl around his age or slightly older as the woman's name had seemed to imply. The shock on his face had been apparent as the old woman had let out a sharp, girlish laugh causing the syringe stuck in her hair as an ornament to bob.

"Not what you were expecting?" Laughing away the embarrassment that colored his face, the woman had motioned for him to take the low stool that had been placed beside her. Midoriya made his way over to the stool, noticing the syringe-like cane the woman had propped up against the arm of her chair. Her eyes raked over his broken nose and the black and green bruises that were already forming against his skin.

"My, my," the woman muttered to herself, "just what has the prince gotten you up to?"

Rubbing at a grime covered cheek with his hand, Midoriya let his eyes wander over the contents of Recovery Girl's office. "If you can just give me a bit of gauze—" Midoriya's eyes widened as he felt soft lips against his left cheek, turning as still as a statue, his gaze swiveled back to Recovery Girl's face. Her lips had extended from her face to touch against his cheek. He could feel his aches and pains disappearing; the cartilage within his nose repairing itself until he was sitting in that stool with only the dried blood covering his tunic to serve as a stark reminder of what had sent him to this office in the first place.

"There, all better," Recovery Girl uttered cheerfully as her lips distended back to her face. Midoriya simply stared at her, frozen in shock as the old woman made a huffing noise, reached out for one of his hands, turned it so that his palm was facing upward and deposited a wrapped piece of candy within it before getting one of her assistants to usher him out of the room.

The door to her office swung shut behind him, leaving his standing there with a piece of candy in his palm and his eyes still wide with shock.

Shaking his head, he sighed. He stored his anger away into a tightly sealed box; he needed to focus on his duties, it wouldn't do him well to dwell on the quiet fury inside because the prince had thrown all caution to the wind and pitted his personal servant against a highly trained knight. Breathing deeply through his mouth, Midoriya quietly swallowed the ball of anger as his feet lead him to the kitchens.

Midoriya let out a loud yelp as he pushed open the kitchen door and was greeted by a noisy clamor. The kitchen staff surrounded the door, a thousand words spilling past their lips and tumbling into his lap.

Chef laughed at the overwhelmed look upon Midoriya's face, pushing himself through the small throng that surrounded the green-haired teen—something that was an easy task with his large frame—the man scolded the servants to gather and return to their respective duties. "No one's going to eat today if you don't get back to your work. Leave the poor boy alone, I'm sure he's tired from that match with the Commander." A grumble rose among the servants as they reluctantly went back to their duties.

Chef thrusted a tray that Midoriya hadn't seen into his hands, piled high with tiny watercress sandwiches and a pot of tea. "The prince's lunch," the Chef merely told him, before pushing back out the door and up the steps that lead away from the kitchen without so much as a single word.

However, each step Midoriya took that would eventually place him before the prince's door, lead to the enmity that he swallowed down just moments earlier rearing its head to the surface. It was a slumbering beast that had awoken from its nap and, despite being satiated with food and drink, could only be kept at bay for so long. Midoriya pushed open the door to the prince's room to find the young man sitting at the table, an expectant look upon his face. He watched him; watched as Todoroki's eyes flickered to the droplets of dried blood upon his tunic, before slipping upward to his face where Midoriya could see beneath those two different colored eyes, a look of indifference as if Todoroki was indifferent to the fact that he nearly could have gotten Midoriya injured or worse.

"Your lunch," Midoriya pronounced glumly as he entered the room and set the tray down on the table, before taking a step away and clasping his hands behind his back. As Todoroki reached out, grabbing the handle of the delicate teacup between his fingers, he cocked an eyebrow in Midoriya's direction.

"You're angry," he simply stated those two words as neither a question nor a subtle observation, but a plain fact. "And you look like you have something to say."

"I don't, your highness." He bit down on the inside of his cheek, he could taste the bitter edge of his emotions upon the tip of his tongue.

"You do." Todoroki took a sip of his tea, a clearly disinterested look burning in his eyes, "And I'm telling you to freely speak your mind."

Midoriya's lips parted, a protest fluttering to the tip of his tongue, but Todoroki cut him off with a wave of his hand, placed his cup of tea back down on the tray and fixed his gaze on the servant.

Lifting a single finger, the prince pointed at him. "Despite any words of placation you're attempting to fish out after years of dedicated flattery to All Might. I am not him, and let me tell you that you are; you're angry, as angry as any human being can get." His eyes were the smoldering remnants of a fire that had just been doused out of existence. "What was the first thing I told you when you became a part of my house? If I wanted a servant who wouldn't speak their mind freely, I would get one of my father's servants and be content to listen to another tell me half-truths and prettily worded lies in order to appease me. So again, Midoriya, speak your mind. Or would you have rather that I didn't have Momo come to save you yesterday on my orders?"

Midroiya's lips stretched out into a thin, grim line and his nostrils flared as an angry puff of breath blew out from his nose. "What?" The word came out as sharp as a dagger, one that barely made a nick in the thick, impenetrable armor that the prince wore. If he wasn't so angry, he would say that the flicker of light that just danced in the prince's eyes was...amusement.

Todoroki lifted his teacup yet again, the liquid still steaming within the ceramic mug. "Momo reported to me before your little scuffle in the halls with the Commander, that some of the guards within the castle were seeking to get retribution against me for humiliating them by attacking you. A little eye for an eye treatment, so I simply ordered her to keep an eye on you."

Barely able to contain the slumbering beast within him, he could feel the iron-woven chains that held it down snapping until the beast was stuck in his throat; anger coursing through the crags of his veins. "You knew!?" The shout was loud, the anger blinding and white hot as his fingers curled into fists.

Todoroki scoffed, as if such a question was naive, imbecilic at best. "Of course I knew. It would have been ridiculous for me to not know what's going on against me or my house."

"So you have someone spy on me!?"

Todoroki narrowed his eyes as he took another sip of his tea. "There it is." There was a sneer on the edge of his words. "Why don't you let all of that anger out."

"You insufferable ass!" Midoriya roared, "God!" Spinning on his heels, Midoriya watched the door to the prince's room open, a servant stepped in with two others closely standing behind her.

"Your highness, we're here to change your—"

"Out!" Todoroki barked out the single order, causing the servants to jump slightly. The eldest one's eyes flickered to Midoriya's face, raking over the features distorted by anger, before quickly bowing to the prince and shutting the bedroom door.

"You're so insufferable, do you know that?" Midoriya ground his teeth together. "Every single step of the way, you put up a wall. You push people away from you, keep them at arm's length. Give out half answers and vague replies, but yet here you are keeping tabs on me like I'm a common thief that you don't trust."

Todoroki blinked, reclining back into his chair, he stared at the whitewashed bricks on the wall. "Have you already forgotten your position? A foreigner serving in the court of a prince as his personal servant. Especially one that's served as the page of said foreign nation's king. You don't exactly give me many reasons to trust you."

"So, what?" Midoriya snarled. "To feel better about the tiny, inkling of distrust that you have, you send Yaoyorozu or some other servant to walk in the shadows and observe what I'm doing, where I'm going, who I'm talking to? That's not how you gain someone's trust, especially not as a leader."

"Stop trying to compare me to whatever memories you hold of All Might. He is neither me nor I him. We're different, just like the moon and the sun."

"No," Midoriya shook his head, his green curls slightly swaying. "I can't compare you to All Might because there is nothing to compare. You're nothing like him and I'm glad you aren't. All Might is kind, trustworthy and warm. You're cold, insufferable and seek to keep people at an arm's length. No, you're nothing like All Might at all, but you sure as hell are similar to your father—"

Todoroki's features twisted into a dark look at Midoriya's words. The anger that coursed through Midoriya's veins found liquid ice flowing through them instead as fear settled into its place in his body. The green-haired teen could smell the thick stench of burning wood in the room. His eyes flitted to the chair Todoroki sat in and he watched as a thin, plume of smoke curled upward from the arm of the chair to the ceiling.

Todoroki's fingers were slightly shaking as he slowly placed down the teacup in his hand back onto the tray. "Are you finished?" His words were steady and calm, despite the raging fire that burned within his eyes and the slight tremor of his fingers.

His words weren't a question, but from the heat, Midoriya felt building upon his face, he nodded his headed. "Yes."

"Good," Todoroki took a deep breath, his eyes shutting closed as he turned his gaze away from the servant's face. "You're dismissed."

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A/N: Okay, for some reason I still can't input a horizontal line break into any of my documents on this site. So I'm just going to use a different line break until this problem gets sorted out. I think I laughed a bunch of times while writing this chapter because it's so strange writing an angry Midoriya. It's like watching an adorable puppy get mad or a very young baby. I just can't take him seriously in my own mind. This chapter starts off right after the fight scene where Midoriya has every intention to be upset towards Todoroki for throwing him into a fight where he had every bit of a potential to die. There are going to be 2 more parts to Icarus and then after that one more chapter: Albina, until you guys are caught up with where I'm currently at with this fic. After that I may change the update schedule to cope with that since I didn't plan on being this close to my most recent chapter already, but I don't know yet. Also thank you for all the kind comments about this fic! I just haven't gotten around to responding to them all yet, but will do that sometime this weekend.