The Fairy's Song (Shoto Todoroki x reader)

Universal Studios Japan, But Not.

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.

Note: Thirteen is in this, and because they're referred to as 'he' in the manga but 'she' elsewhere, I'm just going to use gender-neutral terms :)

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"EVERYBODY! PLEASE LINE UP IN SEATING ARRANGEMENTS, AND BOARD THE BUS IN AN ORDERLY FASHION." Iida, the newly elected class rep chopped the air with his hand. Midway through lunch, a level three security breach had occurred, and since I was outside I just sat there, watching the chaos inside. Iida had floated up to the wall in the shape of the exit sign he was next to, and calmed everybody down. I suppose that's why Midoriya relinquished his position to the guy.

But sadly for him, the bus wasn't arranged as he thought it was. I still ended up sitting next to the son of Endeavour anyway, as the people at the back of the class went to the back first. At least Iida got that little bit of satisfaction.

"So." I turned my head to him, tilting it. "Are we friends now or what?" He turned his head.

"I think so?" He looked uncertain, blinking a few times. His left eye was a gorgeous cerulean, the right a soft grey. It matched his quirk, in a way; the fiery determination of the crystal blue, and the gentle caress of the grey ice. His hair was just as enticing, the way it fell over his forehead, those little strands, the two colours contradicting. Somehow, he managed to pull of 'adorable', 'cute', and 'wow, he's freaking hot' all at once.

"Um, Y/n?" His head was tilted, mirroring hers. She'd been staring.

"I'm so sorry!" I waved my arms in front of my face, hiding the red that had started to creep up my cheeks. 

"Don't worry about it." He mumbled, looking down. "I've been meaning to ask you. You remind me of someone I've seen before, or maybe my father's mentioned." I picked up on the bitterness as he said the word. Yeah, I was worried that he'd find out who I was, but right now I was more concerned about his mental and physical wellbeing. He did have a burn mark over his eye after all.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you there." I sighed, looking down, before raising my eyes back up to his face. "Are you okay?" Todoroki's head snapped around to the window so fast his head almost turned pink, the red and white swirling together. His hair swayed for a second with the bus, then settled.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The nonchalant, monotonous way he said it confirmed my suspicions: he was not fine. He had his guard up, and I didn't know why. It was a hero's job to save people, and maybe I could still do hero work that people do every day.

"Well, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm here." I tentatively placed my hand lightly on his knee, wanting to get my point across. To my relief, he didn't brush it off or anything. We sat there in silence for the next few minutes, lost in thoughts. I vaguely heard the guys up front talking about quirks, and Bakugou getting angry. I heard Iida shout at Aoyama for standing up (while he was standing up) and Aizawa's grumbling. I barely registered the hand that covered mine on top of Todoroki's knee, lost in my own world.

I had a bad feeling when I woke up this morning. I wasn't sure why, but while everyone else donned their hero suits, I slipped my official one on, underneath the P.E uniform I was currently sporting. I knew we would be fine, with multiple pros on the scene, but still.

Finally, we reached the facility we were training at today: the USJ. I felt something warm on my wrist as I stood up, looking down to see Todoroki asleep with his hand wrapped around my wrist. I smiled; he was definitely adorable like this.

"Hey, Todoroki, wake up. We're here." I lightly shook his shoulders, and his eyes blinked open. When his head raised to look up at me, he looked like a sad puppy.

"Thank you." He murmured, before standing up and following me to the door of the bus.

"So, not Universal Studios Japan." Kaminari sidled up beside me, draping his arm around my shoulders as we stepped off. I looked around, moving forward as the Pikachu look-alike trailed after me.

"No, the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. It's a place to train hero students for disaster rescue." His hand snuck around my waist, and I shifted uncomfortably. 

"Correct, Y/n." I looked up to see one of the heroes I'd always been on friendly terms with.

"Thirteen!!" A grin spread across my face and I jogged away from the lighting dude (Jason xD) and towards the Space Hero, excited to see my friend. 

"Careful, L/n." The hero's manner had changed entirely. I stopped confused. "Remember you're a student now?" They whispered, and I could have sworn they winked. My smile returned.

"You're the Space Hero! I've heard if you! You're amazing, and you're quirk, black hole can replicate a black hole suction effect from your fingertips! Not even light can escape it! Anything sucked into the black hole is disintegrated into dust!" I pretended to fangirl, winking slyly back at them. They chuckled.

"Yes, that's me." The class was standing around us now, Mr Aizawa hovering behind Thirteen. "But as you all may know, my quirk could easily be used to cause harm. Today, all of you will be learning how to use your quirks to save others!" The class let out a cheer, and I smiled. I was glad I'd chosen to come today.

The class walked off into groups, chatting in roughly the same area. I walked over to Thirteen who was having a conversation with my teacher.

"Where's All Might? He slacking off?" Aizawa's hushed voice sounded faintly irritated.

"Have you seen the news today Eraserhead? All Might spent three hours doing hero work this morning." He shook his head.

"How irresponsible. Oh well, I guess we'll only have two pros here today."

"Three." I chimed in, walking over to make myself known. "And why does All Might doing three hours of hero work mean he can't come?" I questioned them. Aizawa opened his mouth to reply, but Kirishima's yell cut through the arena. 

"UM, SIR? That's part of the training, isn't it?" We all looked over. A dark purple mist had descended around the middle of the training ground, and villains were stepping out.

"No. Those are real." He pulled his goggles up, and dropped into a fighting stance.