||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 24|Blood//Water

"No kidding." You say, melting the ice with a blast of red and jumping up.

Blood covers your wheels as you skate towards him, generating crimson swords from your palms. You take in a deep breath.

Finally

He tosses up a wall of ice with a swipe of his arm which you slide and spin slice through, left hand twirling so your sword is upright. You slide to your knees beneath him with a stab aimed at his eyes.

Narrowly missing, you nick his cheek. His eye goes wide as you pass by.

Finally, after so long, I can beat him

Cuts litter your knees as you slide beneath him, the blood evening out against it not being enough. You jump to your feet, breeze stinging your knees and Todoroki on your ass.

"Where were you?" You question, nearly too quiet.

Your hair is whipping behind you while you chase him with blasts. Jumping back, evading through the gaps in your attacks nimbly, Todoroki turns his body, and another blast whisks by. Pressing his right foot forward, a wall of ice brushes the roof.

Your blasts don't cease, instead, urgent and swift. His wall is reduced into swiss cheese and shatters. Generating a larger one behind you to rush him now, but he notices.

Glaring at him, you yell, "Where were you?!"

Throwing his arm up, his white hair flows as ice races towards you.

Shit, I can't dodge!

You grind your teeth and whirl the petulant blood to drown your body just as frost encases your entire figure.

Todoroki puffs out an icy fog as he stares at the way blood covered the glare you gave him. It takes him only a moment before he turns his icy gaze towards the bomb.

Am I not even worth responding to?

You never thought you'd see the day you were frozen in your blood - some of it still dripping.

ugh-

Your nose scrunched at the smell of cold iron and lack of air, shivering. All you could see was red making you antsy.

This was the type of experience you could've gone on without.

That fucking asshole

You swiftly gather any usable blood as you wiggle and heat your hands around. Steadily, the ice there melts with ease all the while your teeth chatter lightly.

I barely have any blood to melt this. I swear once I get out of this, I'll-

Although it was muffled from inside your bloody frost chamber, you could still hear his footsteps walking away.

If I don't act now then he'll capture the bomb!

Before your blood could freeze in these suffocatingly low temperatures, you hurry the acidic process.

In the ice cast, a faint glow lined your body until the frost began to weep. His hand hovers over the bomb for only a moment before a red rope wraps around it and yanks him back. Grunting, he's throwing an ice wall behind him, freezing the rope into shards of red.

With a blast of steam, you're free, a puddle of diluted red at your feet.

Skating towards him, his wall stands strong as he glares at you over it. A hand threatens to capture the bomb.

Your eyes glow red, blood flowing out of your gloves to swirl around your finger and cover it in steaming blood.

"Do you really think," You start, finger approaching, "I won't get through?"