Ashes of Love and War - TodoMomo

||Chapter 9 ~ Part 3||

She jerked and whirled around to look at him. "Todoroki!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "You scared me."

Shouto's steps faltered, and he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Sorry."

Yaoyorozu shook her head, her posture relaxing. "It's okay." She gave him a small, forced smile. "I was just startled. I didn't hear you approach. Were you able to send your message?"

"Mhm," Shouto hummed as he moved closer. His fingertips ran over Endeavor absently, before resting his hand fully on the sword's hilt. "I asked her to deliver a message to Prince Midoriya. To let him know we're alive, and we'll be coming home soon."

The corners of her mouth twitched. "I see." She looked down and grew quiet.

His eyes narrowed as he studied her profile. There was something off about her tonight. Shouto hadn't noticed it earlier, so whatever had happened must have occurred while he had been out. He wondered if she'd tell him if he asked.

Probably not.

He sighed to himself. "Go get some sleep. You didn't sleep well last night."

She shook her head faintly. "I'm fine, but I could say the same for you." She looked up and met his eyes. "You and Aizawa get the least amount of sleep out of all of us. You should be careful and watch your health."

He scoffed silently. "I'm fine. There were worse nights during the war."

It was a half-truth.

Yaoyorozu didn't say anything. He looked away as they lapsed into silence for several moments before he glanced back at her. Yaoyorozu was staring blankly out at the courtyard. He watched as her lips thinned, and she wrapped her arms over her stomach. His fingers twitched. "What are you thinking about?"

She was silent for several seconds. "Many things," she finally said.

His hand tightened on Endeavor's hilt when she didn't say anything else. It had been a long time since he'd dealt with a woman's feelings, but he vividly remembered that anytime Fuyumi refused to tell him what she was thinking, it meant something was wrong.

"Todoroki." He looked up. "Would you tell me what Sparta's like?" she abruptly asked.

Shouto's mouth went dry, and he stood still trying to remember. "I don't know," he said hesitantly. He looked away. His voice was stiff. "I haven't been there in over ten years — probably looks like any other city. Nothing special."

"I see."

Shouto glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She looked almost sad as she continued to stare out across the courtyard. Her onyx eyes flat.

Was she grieving? Remembering Troy and all those she had lost? Shouto swallowed hard. He had his own memories of the war. Of the people he had killed, those who had died honorable deaths of a warrior and those who had been too young to deserve to meet Thanatos.

He rolled his jaw. He didn't know how telling her about Sparta would help, but Shouto didn't like seeing Yaoyorozu like this. He didn't want her to suffer. The war wasn't hers to bear.

He searched his mind for something to give her.

"It's pretty," he began slowly. "The city is made of marble and limestone. And the pastures are rich, and the forests are filled with game, so we never go hungry. It... has its problems, but Midoriya and Bakugo, the princes, are trying to change things to make life better."

Yaoyorozu looked at him. Her eyes studied his face as if searching for something. "And your family?"

"I've lived with my sister ever since Ares took me away from my mother when I was around six or seven."