(Todoroki Shoto x Reader x Midoriya Izuku.)
Poly!
-BOOK ONE of the Lush Life series!
*Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language.
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I had known of the rumors, he was supposed to be a cursed being--something unwanted and maimed...
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—First Person POV.—
"Is it getting hotter, or am I just crazy?" I caught myself asking—form abruptly shifting up from the bench and fanning my features in an unconscious act of bewilderment.
"Let's keep walking, I think staying still's making our air stuffy." My voice comments as I spun on my heel and headed off to the line of trees rimming the gardens.
Which, was my way of killing two birds with one stone—on one hand I'm getting out of this boiling temperature, and with the other I'm making an escape from that beautifully mismatched gaze.
I could catch someone clearing their throat behind me, mumbling out an agreement as I neared the dark oak.
And that's when a horrific thought crawled into my mind: what if he took my earlier comments as reflecting on myself rather than on Lady Itsuka?
My heart played a rapid rhythm within my chest.
And to distract myself, my gaze focused forward—taking notice of a climbing rose that't traveled up the base of the tree.
Its delicate crimson petals contrasted harshly against the dark oak as I crouched down—fingers reaching out to trace the softness while drawing in a deep breath to calm myself.
The murmur of Lady Itsuka and Prince Todoroki's new conversation grazed my ear, but their words were lost in the wind.
In truth, just being near him was starting to become unbearable.
That damned Prince's presence was overpowering—I seriously need to pull away more and let him interact with Lady Itsuka.
I craned my head down to the flower, letting its scent press into my senses—it reminded me of the one slowly wilting away on my window sill, the one that a certain Traveler had gifted me.
I wonder where Izuku had ran off to..
That thought is brushed aside when footsteps approach me from behind, and I quickly pull back—the familiar sting of a thorn biting my fingertip making me jolt slightly.
"Ow, fuck, again??" I mutter as I stood up—turning when a familiar voice graces my attention "Are you okay?" And I have to hold back a sigh from escaping my lips.
"I'm good, just cut myself on accident," My shoulders lift with a shrug as that silver and cerulean gaze fell down to the thorn-bearing culprit.
He blinked for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots before I turn to resume my walk down the path.
Behind me, I could hear a quiet crackle sound off, and a short gasp escape Itsuka—making the strongly curious side of me glance back over my shoulder.
The Prince had stepped forward, his hand outstretched towards the climbing rose.
A delicate layer of frost crept up the stem and petals, encapsulating the vibrant crimson and dressing it into a glittering ice sculpture—the air fell in temperature, breaking into the summer heat.
