-The next day-
Class 1A had some 1v1 battle training to practice for the sports festival, fighting without quirks as a way for us to learn not to rely on them. I had gone against Shoto, Bakugo, Mina and Ochaco. I won every single one, Bakugo was a bit salty about it though.
(Again I'm too lazy to write more fight scenes, saving that for the Sports festival 😅)
"Wow you are so cool Y/n!"
"You're like undefeatable!"
"You somehow managed to beat Todoroki and Bakugo in general combat!"
"That's Y/n! Our 1A battle angel!"
It was now time for lunch and I was walking towards the Bakusquad table alongside Mina. As we neared the table I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Shoto.
"Oh hey Sho." I smile.
"Hey Y/n, can we talk?"
"Oh sure."
"I'll catch up with you later Mina!"
I follow Shoto all the way up to the roof. He leads me to a spot where we can sit and talk privately.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Remember what you asked me about yesterday?"
"Oh yea."
"Well I figured I would fill you in now, if you're still curious that is."
"Yea, only if you're comfortable."
"Have you ever heard of quirk marriages?"
"Uh yea? Where are you going with this?"
"Well my dad had a quirk marriage with my mother in hopes of creating powerful kids. My older brother Natsuo and Touya didn't exactly work out like my dad hoped. So he had me." I was shocked to say the least.
"Why? Also you have another brother?"
"Had another brother, he died. But my dad created me for one reason only, to surpass Allmight one day."
"Oh, do you mind me asking how Touya died?"
"His quirk was too much for him to handle. The fire being too hot for his body to withstand, he burned to death."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Sho." That's really sad.
"It was a long time ago, I mean I'm not exactly close with my siblings and we never really were. My dad didn't want me being distracted from becoming his perfect creation."
"My mom was always crying, she thought that my left side was unbearable because it reminded her too much of him. That's why she poured boiling water on my face and why I now have this scar. I don't blame my mother, it's all his fault that she hurt me. She's in the hospital and I haven't seen her ever since." Jesus Christ. His father is worse than I thought.
"Sho." I reached over and gave him a hug, he looked like he could use one.
"I made myself a promise to never use my left side, I want to prove to my father that I don't need his stupid quirk to succeed." I backed away to look at him.
"Sho, I know it's for a good reason but..it's your quirk. Sure it was partially passed down from your father, but it belongs to you. You get to decide what to do with it and what you make of it." I sit next to him and realize he's been quiet for a solid minute. I turn to look at him and see tears running down his face.
"Sho, are you ok?" He starts to wipe away his tears. I gently grab his head and lay him down in my lap, one hand playing with his hair, the other wiping his tears.
"I've just never had someone say something like that. That means a lot. I know you're only trying to help but he has hurt not only me but my entire family Y/n. If I use my fire, I'll only give into what he wants me to be and I don't want to be anything like him, so I'm still set on not using it."
"I understand Sho. Since we are on the topic of opening up, I've been hiding something from everyone. I'm tired of bottling up everything, but nobody is supposed to know." He looks up at me curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"I belong to the Hero Commission. I'm like their little soldier that goes around on missions for them. They took me and my brother in when we were little. My brother told me that our parents were horrible and that I'm better off not remembering much about them."
"When my quirk manifested they ran tests and trained me to be the perfect weapon for them to use. I started going on missions since the age of 12. Never had a real home, I've lived there since I was a child and still do."
"What kind of missions? Do you still go on them?"
"No, they allowed me to come to U.A and become a hero, but it's only to benefit them. I was happy though since I would get to experience a somewhat normal teenage life with other people my age, I've only ever known my brother Keigo and the commission."
"As for the missions, I would defeat my targets as they trained me to. If it meant apprehending them or taking them out." I looked down in shame.
"Do you think that makes me a monster? Am I a bad person Sho?" I can feel tears running down my face.
"No, you were raised that way Y/n. They trained you to do so, you were only following orders. You're not a a monster, I think you're great."
"Really?" I sniffle.
"Yea, in some ways I think we are similar. We have both been through things that most haven't and yet we still strive to become hero's and be the best versions of ourselves."
"Sho, do you think we're broken?"
"Maybe we are, but hey..we can be broken together." He smiles.
"Yea..together." I smile back with a light blush coating my cheeks. I cup his face in my hand and rub my thumb over his scar.
"Pretty ugly scar huh?"
"No, I think it's quite beautiful actually." I plant a quick kiss on the scar. He looks surprised and has a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Cmon let's go, we been up here a while. It's probably almost time to head back to class." I stand up, reaching my hand out for him. He takes my hand and I help pull him back up to his feet.
"Yea, we should probably go."
As we walked back we talked about the sports festival and other things.
He makes me feel some type of way. I can't even explain it, but I like being around him.
"I think I'm starting to really like you Sho." I mumble under my breath.
"Hm, did you say something?" He turns to me.
"Nope, nothing."
Oh god, I need to stop blurting things out. What if he would've heard me?!?!
YOU ARE READING
Girl on Fire|| T. Shoto x fem reader
Fanfiction- in which Y/n Takami is a trained soldier formed by the commission and is given the opportunity to enroll at U.A, upon first glance she seems to take an interest in the antisocial dual haired boy in her class, trying her best to break down his wall...