Flowers|| S. Todoroki x Kanao Reader

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1|| 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻

The snow was lightly falling like freshly fallen cherry blossom petals.
Anyone would have been desperate to seek shelter from the harsh cold, unless you were Shoto Todoroki that is.

The eight year old kept his knees to his chest, his breath foggy. He hurriedly wiped a stray tear away, angry and sad simultaneously.
It had been one of those days, his father being extra hard on training to get his youngest prodigy to use his left side, and it was also one of those days that had him thinking of his mother.

Despite her being the reason part of his face is forever scarred, he still loved his mother. He wondered if things would be better if he didn't take half of his father's features and quirk. Or would she suffer more because his father would keep trying again and again to have a child with both inherited quirks?

Every situation ended in a loss, every outcome would end the same as it is today. Shoto Todoroki running away from Endeavors training, spending his eight birthday alone.

His two colored eyes glanced upwards, through the icy fog that scratched at his skin, he could make out the silhouette of someone. He focused his eyes, and across the playground he had retreated to, was a girl.

Even though Shoto had left his house in a hurry, he at least made sure to grab something warm to wear, a simple jacket. He was entering his rebellious faze and refused to use his fire, even to warm himself up.
But the girl didn't have such protection.

She had messy and visibly tangled h/c hair. She was looking up at the falling snow, but Shoto could catch a glimpse of her empty e/c eyes. She looked smaller than he was, but that could be from the obvious malnutrition that was plagued onto her.
She wore a torn up dress that was caked with dirt, yet she didn't seem bothered by it at all. At least, she didn't show that she was bothered.

Shoto Todoroki had his eyes glued onto the girl, and he almost willed himself to get up and go to her. He may not have been socialized like other kids his age, but he at least had the heart to not ignore the girl who must've been freezing. But even with the confliction biting at his mind, he just didn't move.

He saw her raise her hand a little to catch a snowflake.
And to Shoto Todoroki, she looked like a withering flower.

🥀

Y/N smiled softly as she stood outside of the principals office. She wore a uniform, much like the other students that attended UA. It was already two weeks into the school year, however Y/N had been an exception.
Or at least, that's what Nezu was currently telling the class 1-A homeroom teacher.

Shota Aizawa already had his hands full, with a kid that destroys his body every time he uses his quirk, as well as a blonde one that screams at the top of his lungs about death? He really didn't want to have another kid on his hands.

"I do understand the frustration, Aizawa. But, I need you to also understand that this school is for the young ones that not only wish to become heroes, but also for the kids that we see fit to make a difference. This girl has been recovered by the heroes and has went through much rehabilitation since then. I would like for her to be monitored while also using her natural gifts for good. Though, when she becomes fit to make the choice herself, she will at least be in the position to leave or stay" Nezu explained, to which the tired man sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Unable to make decisions by herself will make herself a hinderance, not only to me but to the rest of the class."

"Like I said, we will monitor her to help her build her confidence. Being in a class full of such inspired students her age, might be the kick that she needs."

Aizawa looked towards the office window, seeing said girl standing by the wall just across from the office doors.
Her quirk was interesting, to say the least. Such a quirk would be one of the last things Aizawa would assume could be used for combat. But, there she was, he had seen a few clips of her in action. She definitely had the potential and strength, but she lacked the confidence.

Aizawa reluctantly nodded with a sigh, of course he was the one that had to suffer.
"Fine."

🥀

"This is Y/N L/N. All of you be on your best behavior or there will be consequences" Aizawa said to his class.
Y/N stood beside the homeroom teacher, smiling gently towards the class.
Majority of the class had a welcoming smile, the girls were excited to have another female classmate.

Though Shoto Todoroki immediately recognized the girl from the park. She looked different, healthier, but he knew.

They watched as the girl bowed respectfully towards the class before going to the desk that Aizawa pointed to. It was at the third row, fifth seat. She was seated in front of Shoto Todoroki and behind Fumikage Tokoyami.

She kept her hands on her lap, her gentle look cast forward as the UA teachers started to come in to teach for respective subjects.

Y/N wrote in the notebook that was provided to her by the school as the subjects were being taught, half of her mind was listening and jolting down notes, the other half was elsewhere.

She didn't know what she was doing there. A lot had happened in a few months, a lot of rehabilitation to get to where she was now. She had just done what was told of her without fail and without complaint.

Unbeknownst to her, Shoto Todoroki had his eyes burning holes at the back of her head.

Of course he remembered her.
How could he possibly forget about the girl who caught a snowflake that day, and made it bloom into a flower?

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A/N: Thank you for reading my first my hero academia book! I hope you enjoy so far and I'm looking forward to this journey ❣️