Cursed [T. Shoto x M!Reader]

Chapter Eleven: Ice-Cold

[I FINISHED THE SEMESTER AND PASSED BIOLOGY WITH A 79 POGGG!! I missed you guys so much, you don't even know😭]

Footsteps echoed throughout the hall as [Name] ran towards the building's exit. He ignored the shouts of his surname and the approaching presence as he tapped into his second Quirk to try and discern the direction that the match was being held.

No luck, he was too far away.

[Straight, curly, etc.] [blonde, black, etc.] hair flicked to the side when [Name] swiftly evaded the body that attempted to tackle him. The person crashed to the ground with a cry of surprise and he was able to identify the perpetrator as none other than Kirishima Eijiro.

"Don't try to stop me if you know what's good for you," [Name] snapped, venom lacing his words.

"Where are you going?!"

The irritated teenager didn't bother answering as he turned to continue running. A single hand latching onto his ankle stopped him before he could even begin to lift his foot off of the floor.

The glass bottle that was his patience grew dangerously close to teetering over the edge.

"If you don't let go, I'll kick you."

[Name] didn't so much as turn to look at the redhead when he said that.

The boy on the floor swallowed thickly at the threat, but he wasn't deterred from tightening his grip and propping himself up with his other arm. "Hua, I know that you're upset and all, but you can't just barge into the match like this."

"And why is that?" The fluorescent lights on the ceiling glinted off of the [blonde, raven, etc]'s tinted visor when he slowly turned to look down at his classmate. The stillness in his voice didn't reflect his simmering temper, although it was clear that he was still furious. Kirishima willed himself not to be intimidated.

"You'll just be adding fuel to the fire! Making Bakugo even more mad won't fix anything. I get that you're also angry, and I'm not saying that you shouldn't be, but nothing good will come from violence."

Kirishima could practically hear the snarl in [Name]'s voice. "I don't believe that I should bend to the will of an untrained dog."

"Hua..."

"Young Bakugo, the next time you use that attack, I'll stop the fight and your team will automatically lose," All Might's voice sounded from the speakers of a nearby building. At least now [Name] knew where the match was. "To attack on such a large scale indoors is destructive to the stronghold you should be protecting. That is a foolish plan for both heroes and villains! You will be penalized!"

No wonder Bakugo had so many issues with that godforsaken ego of his. Were people always appealing to him like this? Someone needed to knock him down a peg—and fast.

'Oo! I volunteer as tribute!'

"See? He's already been warned about pulling any more of those stunts. The guy seems like the sore-loser type, so I don't think he'll risk losing to Midoriya," Kirishima tried to reason. [Name] appeared to be contemplating his words for a moment, although it was difficult to say for certain since his visor hid his face. The redhead at his feet took the opportunity to continue his attempts of persuasion, uncertain if what he said next would work. "If you storm into the match, you'll just be stooping down to Bakugo's level by acting out on your emotions like he is."

"..."

"..."

"... I've seen more than enough," [Name] huffed after a beat of silence, his eyes narrowing further. "Who knew that the esteemed 'Number One Pro Hero' would be so disappointing. I suppose it was unfair to expect anything more from a person of his caliber."