The Fairy's Song (Shoto Todoroki x reader)

Prologue

The forceful gale that tears the trees, that is a fairy's rage. The whistling wind that brings the rain, that is a fairy's tears. The joyful draught, dancing through the leaves, that is a fairy's laughter. The gentle breeze that guides the heart, that is the fairy song.

~~•~~

I was six when they came. 

I still remember the soft hand that slipped through mine, the h/c lock that whipped around the door, the silence after the agonised screams.

The pleading look in their eyes, the tortured wails as they went through unimaginable pain, the dullness that left their eyes as they longed for the release of death. 

I couldn't stop the villains when they burned my hometown. I couldn't stop the tall man and his league as they ripped the wings off the back of everyone I knew. I couldn't stop the wall that knocked me unconscious, hiding me away from their view. Sometimes I wish I'd been killed along with the rest of them.

I heard the sickening ripping sounds, their pleads for mercy ringing in my ears. My mother's voice as she cried out with her last breath, not for herself but for my siblings' lives. Elaine, my little sister, and my older brother King. I had to watch my entire family tortured, unable to do anything about it, unable to even cry out, or reach to touch her warm hands one last time. 

My home, my family, my life. They were all destroyed before the pros showed up to help.

~~•~~

That was nine years ago. I started unofficially training to be a hero when I was seven, after being handed into the care of the R Rated hero, which I found incredibly inappropriate. I was seven, for goodness sake. I couldn't get over what happened, and was granted my pro license when I was twelve for what was labelled as 'special circumstances', having trained and studied in a crash course that lasted from my tenth birthday to the day before my twelfth. 

I was now known as the Fairy Hero: Titania. I wasn't that big of a deal, but any average fanboy would know who I was. 

Ever since that day, all I'd wanted to do was find that man and his League that ripped my race to shreds. I'd become a pro in two years, searched every spare second I had, barely sleeping, eating the bare minimum, training myself. 

Until the day the UA principle showed up at my door on my 14th birthday, speaking in hushed tones with Nemuri. They'd sat me down and informed me that I would be taking a break from hero work to study at the prestigious school next year, when I turned 15. They'd argued that I was still young with fragile mental health, that my rushed ascent to heroism was not enough for me. After a few hours I'd finally given in. I would be staying in dorms by myself, an idea the principle had wanted to try out for a while. Maybe there would be a way to find the League myself, around studies if I wasn't doing hero work. The only problem was I was forced to stop the year before as not to arouse suspicion and keep my identity as secret as I had requested.

But today is the day. My first day at UA high. 

By the way, My name is Y/n L/n. I forgot to mention this, but this is the story of the last Fairy's song.