Misuse of Power (Yandere My Hero Academia x F!Reader Oneshots)

Is It a Crime Part 2 (Todoroki Shoto)

This was requested on Quotev and Wattpad and Tumblr. 

Title: Is It a Crime

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, light swearing

Summary: Shoto isn't fond of the quirk marriage his dad has arranged. At least, he didn't think so at first.

"Is it a crime

That I still want you?

And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake

My love is taller, taller than the Empire State

It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean

I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back"

-from "Is It a Crime" by Sade

You'd never seen Shoto so desperate.

The red-and-white haired man was near tears when he arrived at your door and, in wordless shock, you let him in. The typically emotionless male had never shown this much emotion to you and it made you feel a little unnerved.

"I made a mistake," Shoto said, "Please, sign the wedding contract again. We can get married and... be happy together."

You only miss people when they're gone. That saying rang true here more than ever. You had left his sorry self behind and he must have regretted driving you away.

But that didn't take back what you'd heard from him and how you'd been treated. It didn't take back the feelings of disappointment and humiliation, the constant wishing that things would be different and the depression that followed when you realized things would never change.

Every day in that mansion had been awful, pointless, and heart-breaking. As soon as you had gotten home, you were sure you were in the right place.

You never thought you'd see Todoroki Shoto ever again.

Who's to say that, once you went back, everything would be fine? What if everything went back to the way it was? What if he was only asking because you were a live-in maid and chef to him, and he just missed that?

Either way, the answer was clear.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," you said softly, "I don't want to marry you."

Shoto flinched like he'd been shot. His eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing in anger.

"You're going to sign the contract," He reiterated.

"No, I'm not. I'm not going back to that life, Shoto. I was miserable in that mansion and I'm not going to willingly walk back into it."

Shoto stopped for a second, then spat, "Who said anything about 'willingly'?"

Your expression turned stormy and you spun around, ready to walk away from him. He was a lost cause- a child throwing a tantrum. No way were you going to stick around and humor him.

Suddenly, a wall of ice appeared in your path. Shocked, you turned around to find Shoto with his right arm out as though he was pushing something invisible.

Fury shot through you like a white-hot knife. Reaching your own hand out, you pressed it against the smooth ice and focused your energy into it.

The giant ice wall shattered into millions of tiny pieces in an instant. You felt a rush of grim victoriousness when you saw Shoto's wide-eyed expression. He had never bothered to ask what your quirk was, and you had never bothered to tell him.

"If you don't mind," you said hotly, "I'll be leaving now."

Shoto responded with a low growl and an air push from his left hand. Now, a wall of fire blocked your path.

"What the hell, Shoto?" you screamed, "You're going to burn my house down!"

"I don't care," came the cold response. Shoto's heterochromatic glare bored into you and you felt tears well up in your eyes. This was your childhood home! Your parents lived here! You lived here!

You ran to the kitchen and searched for a bowl big enough to fill with water. You had to put out the fire and fast, before it got out of control and burned this place to the ground. But as soon as you had surfaced, holding a mixing bowl victoriously, Shoto made a wall of fire that cut you off from the sink.

You fled the house, tears running down your face as you abandoned the place you grew up. There was nothing you could do now except run away from Shoto.

But there was no escape. Every way you turned, you were met with fire, until the only way to run was to the red-and-white haired man. Tearfully, you trudged back to him, disappointment weighing heavily on your shoulders.

"You still can't force me to sign that document," you said sharply.

"We'll see about that, (Y/n). We'll see."