╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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You sat at the train station, waiting as the gentle hum of people bustling around you faded into the background.
You were perched on a worn-out bench, your back perfectly straight, hands resting on your knees, your focus was glued to your phone. Unread messages filled the screen—all from Bakugo.
You scrolled through, each one more insistent than the last, ranging from him pestering you about which hero agency you picked to him grumbling about his own choice.
Your lips twisted into a half-scowl as you suppressed a scoff. His relentless messaging reminded you all too much of your classmates, each of them hounding you with questions about your internship.
Monoma had been particularly persistent, practically begging you to consider interning with him at Fatgum's agency.
It wasn't that you didn't appreciate their interest; you did. In a way it fueled your God-complex. But the way they buzzed around you, their questions tinged with a mix of admiration and nervous curiosity, bordered on suffocating.
They treated you like some enigmatic force, one that they simultaneously revered and feared, and maybe rightfully so.
You allowed your thumb to hover over Bakugo's messages, considering replying, but the clearing of a throat drew your attention away.
You looked up, eyes meeting two different colors. Todoroki stood before you, his expression unreadable, his dual-colored eyes holding yours with a calm intensity. He nodded in acknowledgment, his lips twitching into what might've been an attempt at a smile.
"Akuma-san," he greeted, his voice as calm and collected as ever.
"Todoroki-kun," you replied, slipping your phone into your pocket without another glance. He took a hesitant step forward, his gaze shifting to the empty spot on the bench beside you.
"Mind if I sit?"
You shook your head slightly, a silent invitation.
Todoroki settled beside you, maintaining a respectful distance. The silence that settled between you was comfortable, yet charged with an underlying tension—a tension that had been there since the festival, since the day you'd left early, leaving a whirlwind of emotions in your wake.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, observing the way his brows knit together, as though he were debating something internally.
He shifted slightly, adjusting his posture before finally speaking. "My father told me you decided to intern with him," Todoroki said, his voice almost too casual, as if he were trying to gauge your reaction. You could feel his gaze on you, searching for any hint of your thoughts.
