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Chapter Twelve: Hate at first sight

TODOROKI SHOTO WAS AN ENIGMA. Practically embodying the coolness of his quirk, he held all in icy disposition without care for thoughts or feelings. To be alone meant he could reach his full potential. It also meant he didn't have to use his father's quirk — which was the true reason for his actions; a petty reason, which he was ashamed of. And so it was promptly shoved into the back of his mind, together with the rest of his built up resentment and unspoken traumas which had made him the angry person he was today.

Angry. He felt so angry. And he was sure it was because of his father so why was everything so infuriating? His mind was clouded and confused. A muddled mess: an untouched mixture which had been brewing for years. And so when he saw your face — your beautiful, shining face he wasn't quite sure what to do apart from hate it.

Shoto had never really had any friends. He hadn't ever really experienced fun, or what it felt like to have a crush. Life for the boy had been a road of self destruction made up of intensive training and hatred. Just like that Inasa boy, you were just another distraction. A pretty face, yes, but that was all you were.

"ARE YOU READY?"

And so when you began to literally glow with the initiation of his quirk, he couldn't help but allow his cheeks to flush pink in anger. Anger. That's exactly what this was.

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By a hair you secured second place in the practical exam. First — to your surprise — was not the cool and collected ice boy, or even yourself, but the loud and somewhat obnoxious Yoarashi Inasa.

After celebrating his impressive victory, he quickly introduced himself, claiming to have seen your face on his walk to the exam. Overly excited, but quite charming. You liked this boy.

"WOW! You know I have NEVER met a model before! This is so cool! Can I have your autograph?" You chuckled into your hand as he practically jumped up and down.

"My autograph? Your the one who came first-"

"I just have to pass this test." Your eyes widened in shock at the unfamiliar voice. Seemingly, it had the same effect on Inasa too. Taking a big swig of air you turned around placing your hands on your hips.

"What did you just-?"

"I wasn't competing with you or anything." Your eye twitched. How dare he cut you off? Twice!? The sharpness of his tone had caught you off guard, but now standing before him you could read him like an open book. Cocky, with nothing to show for it — and a sore loser at that. In some ways, you thought he reminded you slightly of Bakugo. They were both so angry. Practically riddled with fury; you couldn't quite understand it, but the difference between the two is that Bakugo was at least honest about it. This dick however, was not.

"You're in the way." He seethed, and you couldn't resist the urge to try and sock him in the face right there and then if it weren't for Inasa holding you back by the arm.

"Piece of shit, good for nothing asshole!" You half-yelled, taking a few of the other examinees of guard. He stared at you in shock for a second, before his gaze settled back into that deep glare he was so persistent on using.

"See you." Were his final words, before finally leaving the exam hall.

Inasa glanced down at you, releasing you from his grasp once noticing that you were no longer pulling to assault another student.

"Bastard." You muttered, gritting your teeth. Those two simple words may have meant nothing to someone else, but to you they were recognised instantly. A challenge — He was challenging you! And you couldn't help but cringe thinking back to a few moments ago, realising that he might have read you too, which at first felt frustrating, but — you supposed that anyone with an ounce more intelligence than a dodo would make for an interesting opponent.

You frowned, crossing your arms as the boy escaped from your view. You'd make him rule the day he ever squared up to you — that was your promise to yourself, and you hadn't even learnt his name.

"Inasa. Do you know him?" The boy perked up at your question.

"Sure!" He shrugged. "I think his name is Todoroki Shoto. I can tell, he's just like his father."

You snorted at the comment, not really interested in diving deeper into the roots of Inasa's hatred. "Guess we're about to find out."