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* 。・゚゚・ ・゚゚・。-•❆•-
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Mature.
-•❆•-Shoto Todoroki was nineteen now, smiling a small smile as he accepted his graduation slip from the principal when he walked on the stage.
It was sunny, a perfect day for the ceremony but not a perfect day to be wearing these ghastly black robes...
He turned and faced the crowd, watching his class cheer loudly for him on plastic chairs draped with blue ribbons in the training gym.
He glanced at his siblings and his father, all of them smartly dressed and sitting at the front, his sister yelling at him happily and his brother clapping.Endeavor was placed next to Lucifer, who had insisted to be placed at the front to get a better view of everything, Lucifer filming him on his phone.
Shoto's mother was beside him, clapping and cheering for him as he bowed.He then glanced where the students were. Midoriya was waving his cap at him happily along with the others. A twenty year old Azrael and a nineteen year old Bakugo were sat next to each other, Azrael clapping hard and the blonde boy doing so begrudgingly.
He then bowed towards Mr Aizawa, who looked a bit alarmed but returned it.
"GOOD JOB SHOTO!" Todoroki internally winced at the loud voice of his father.
"Calm down Endeavor, you're scaring the kids." Hawks smiled and clapped next to them, flashing a grin at the staring mothers who all blushed.
He still hadn't gotten used to the more encouraging side of Endeavor.
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"Azrael." Shoto smiled and then ran towards her, his cap falling off his head as sprinted. His hair was pushed off his face with a black headband for the fringe had become even longer, his hair now reaching his shoulders.
His legs were longer and he grew broader, his face sharper and to add onto his appearance, the pure and genuine smile on his face.
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FIRE LILY✔️
Fanfiction⚘ Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. ⚘ ~E