The Curse of Blood (Todoroki x Male!Reader)

1 - School

(Your POV)

My alarm sounds, pulling me out of the somewhat delightful dream I was having. I was dreaming about having a banquet with my family and some family friends. My mom was a pro hero who married a civilian. They met after she saved his life from a villain. He was just another person in the crowd to her at the time, but to him, she was something of a goddess. They met again a few times - my dad tends to get into trouble a lot - and eventually, he asked her out. He was rejected a few times, but my mom finally caved in on the fifth ask and she says she doesn't regret it. I don't thin she does, either. Every moment my dad was alive, my mom says she doesn't regret it.

But then, my dad died. My mom fell into so much grief that she ended up killing someone. It was a villain, but she said she stabbed him once and just couldn't stop. She felt bad about it immediately after and resigned. Now, she's serving her sentence in jail, contented. She says she's just happy to know I'm safe. I visit every Saturday or Sunday. She took full responsibility and pleaded guilty even after explaining that she blacked out when killing that man. She didn't ask for a maximum security detention like the really bad villains go to, but she did ask for my safety. She locked herself away to keep me safe, showing me that she truly loves me. I live with my grandparents now.

"Sometimes, love can drive you insane," my mom said on one of my visits.

And thus, I was afraid to fall in love from then on. I couldn't imagine have to see the child I love and hold so closely to my heart only once a week. I can't imagine the pain my mother must be in every day she doesn't see me. I don't want to go through that. If love can drive me crazy, push me so far that I ruin my own life, then I don't want it. I have friends, it's not like I shelter myself entirely, I just haven't fallen in love in a while.

And so, I'm waking up from my dream of a wonderful banquet with the people I hold dear to my heart. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and start getting ready. I got my uniform last week and my grandparents wrapped it in a gift box to give to me. They're literally the sweetest old people anyone could ask for. When I open my closet, I smile, seeing the uniform there. UA is the school I was banking on, so I was extremely excited to know that I've been accepted. After changing into the uniform, I quickly eat breakfast, say my goodbyes, and head off to school.

Down the street from my old house, which is on the way to UA, is the household in which Endeavor and his family lives. I've never entered the household, nor have I met anyone who resides in there. Well, not any of the children. I've seen them around, but I've never talked to them. Endeavor visited for a few holidays and attended my father's funeral. He and my mom were close friends from work, and he got close to my father through her. He and I never really talked because I never really liked him. He was too aggressive for my tastes. After my mom went to jail, he would glare at me with a look of intense scorn every time we cross paths. It's hard to believe that such a strong man would have such a fickle heart.

Today was no exception. As I was passing by his house, I could clearly see his childish glaring. It's like he wanted to stare into my soul. It's annoying, but I'm used to it, now. I pull out my phone to turn on some music, but before I could do almost anything, I realize that I don't have the time to be walking. I have fifteen minutes until I have to make it to class. If I run, I'll be there in five, then I'll have ten minutes to find 1-B. Hopefully, there are signs to direct me where I need to go. So, forgetting about the music, I start sprinting in the direction of the school. I slow down as I approach the large arches of UA high and lean over to catch my breath. I check the time once again and gasp, seeing as I only have five minutes. I must've miscalculated somewhere. I practiced my walk to school multiple times and even timed it, so I had a sense of how long it'd take. Nonetheless, I'm forced to run to class.

Once I'm in the building, I change into my school shoes and start sprinting to class. I'm so focused on getting there that I don't realize there's someone in front of me. I slam right into him, making both of us fall onto the floor. I look up and see the boy I ran into, who has half white and half red hair. He's heterochromatic, with one grey eye and one teal eye with a birthmark over it. I don't recognize him at first with his right side turned to me, but as he's getting up, I notice that he had Endeavor's eyes - er- eye. Only one. I freeze for a moment, remembering the cold glares he'd give me, but he reaches a hand towards my way and I take it. I realize he has a warmness in his eyes that's completely different from Endeavor's. Endeavor always seems angry, but he just seems sad.

"Sorry about that, I should've been watching where I was going," I say. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he says. "What about you?"

"I'm okay," I nod. "You-"

I'm cut off by the first bell ringing. The boy walks away without another word. I start running to class. I make it just before the tardy bell rings. The teacher, who I've learned is Vlad King, or Mr. Kan, gives me a scary look, but I settle down behind a girl with straight, black hair. She looks super sophisticated, so there's no way I'm talking to her. Just a few minutes later, we're headed off to freshman orientation. Some teachers have some big speech that I definitely wasn't listening to. After that, Vlad King gives us a brief run-through of the curriculum and we introduce ourselves to the class. There's a guy who seems extremely arrogant, a girl with a no-bullshit attitude, and a boy who's extremely intense. All three of them are interesting characters. The girl in front of me is very matter-of-fact and seems really smart. Then, we get a small tour of the school.

The day ends faster than I expected it to. I head down to the lockers and change into my casual shoes, then start walking home. The way home is the same as the way to school, since there's no shorter way. While I'm walking, I notice the boy from this morning walking in the same direction. I smile and jog up to him. He glances at me from the side and slows down just a little bit.

"Hey, you're the kid from this morning," I say.

"Yeah," he says.

"You're a Todoroki, aren't you?" I ask and he nods, staring straight ahead. "I knew it. I'm glad you aren't super scary, too. I used to live down the street from your house."

"What happened?" He asks me.

"You don't know?" I ask, tilting my head. "I'm the son of Marionette. She and your dad were close."

"Ah," he says. "I guess you kind of look like her."

I feel like an arrow went straight through my heart. Everyone says I look like my mom. Maybe I struck a chord somewhere.

"Everyone says I look like my mom," I say, "but I have my dad's eyes." He doesn't respond. Well, I want to continue this conversation, so I continue. "I don't think you really look like anyone, Todoroki, at least when looking at your whole face."

"How did you know who my dad is?" He asks. "Since I don't look like him."

"I said when looking at your whole face," I answer, "but looking at only parts, of it, then you kind of look half Endeavor without the fire mustache and stuff." I giggle, softly. "But you don't have his eyes at all. Well, eye..." He doesn't respond and I can feel some panic slowly rising inside me. "I-I mean you-"

"You don't have to explain," he says.

"Oh," I respond, biting on my lip a little. "Sorry if I'm talking too much."

"You're not," he says. "I just like listening better than talking."

I feel a smile spread across my lips and say, "Oh, that's a relief." I notice that we're approaching his house. "It was nice talking to you, Todoroki."

He nods. "Mhm."

He split, him going to his home and me heading to mine. I wanna talk to him more. I've never had someone who just listened. Usually, the person I'm talking to would just talk forever or we'd hold a conversation. I'm glad he just likes listening, too, because I was afraid I was annoying him with my big mouth. I always have a lot to talk about, but not all of it goes through with conversations because conversations can change. There have been a lot of instances where I never got to reach the point I wanted to make because the conversation changes, then they leave before I can get there.

"I'm home," I say as I open the door and take off my shoes.