My Hero Academia X Reader Collection!

(Todoroki) Sparks Royale

TW: blood/injury mentions, mentions of canon-compliant child abuse.

You didn't really get many people who passed by around here. When you saw someone else around, it was considered to be a bit of a rarity. After all, you lived in the middle of the forest, alone - most people who ended up around here were lost. You were, in all honesty, a bit of a social recluse. You hadn't seen anyone in a long while, hadn't talked to someone in even longer. You were content with the companionship of nature and woodland creatures who considered you a resident rather than an intruder.

So, when you found none other than the crown prince of the nearby kingdom Endeavor laid bleeding out on what you could consider your doorstep (although, it was more like a clod of dirt), to say you were surprised would be the understatement of the century.

Figuring that you couldn't exactly just leave him there, you used your grasping vine spell to gently pry him off the ground, being careful of his injuries, and gently lead him into your house. The doorway was small, so you had to do a fair bit of maneuvering his still form to prevent uncomfortable jostling, but eventually, he was inside. Having nowhere else to put him, you lowered him onto your bed, giving silent thanks to nature for the ability to use the spell. You turned your attention to his body, his armor bloodstained and chipped. He was breathing heavily, as though incredibly labored, and you called on nature once again as you began work on his injuries.

When he woke up the next morning, he was cautious - guarded. You had stripped him of his weapons and armor in order to heal him, and he wasn't necessarily ungrateful as much as he was distrustful. How could he know if you weren't someone sent by his father - king of the empire of Endeavor - to fetch him and trick him into a false sense of security? How was he supposed to trust that someone had just found him and patched him up? How was he supposed to accept the bowl of soup pushed into his hands when he woke up wasn't poisoned?

"You eat it," he concluded, pushing the bowl back to you. "From this bowl. I want to know it's safe."

Needless to say, the soup was, indeed, safe.

A steady companionship was built between the two of you, trust forming delicately through the long days of healing from injuries and scavenging for food. Companionship that came from a source other than the critters that roamed the forest was nice, you found, and Shouto, as he said his name was, found he quite enjoyed the freedom that the walls of the kingdom kept at bay. He had, during a night where he woke up violently, confided in you his past, the torment he went through because of his father - the beatings, the yelling, the vomiting and crying and floating off to disconnect from it all.

If Shouto felt like weeping when you put a hand over his and told him he was welcome to stay, he didn't show it. He just simply melted into where you rested behind him, allowing himself to be held like he's craved for so long.

If one day, you took him out to a pond nearby your house under the guise of scavenging for a new type of berry, Shouto goes along willingly. If, instead of looking for said berries, you powered up your quirk, feeling the rhythmic pulse of fading light filtered through trees around you, he sits down on the ground, admiring how you stood, your abilities, your tie with nature and the way you cared so passionately for your surroundings and him (don't think he hasn't noticed - he's very observant). If you create sparks of light, flitting in and around branches and lighting up the night sky with your light similar to the way fireflies move, he invites you to sit down next to him.

If, by any chance, you would look at him once, surrounded by sparks and hearts on fire, Shouto would place a hand gently on your cheek and lean in for a kiss.