(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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HIS BAAACCKK UGH <3 THIS DUDE FR CARRIED ALL MIGHTS FAT AHH ON A FRIDGE BEFORE HE EVEN GOT THE AFO HE'S BUFF ASF
—First Person POV.—
The lights of dusk had started to paint the walls as we headed for the kitchens—at the moment, I was trailing behind Izuku like a shadow, the soft tread of his steps leading us through the quiet halls.
It felt weird seeing him without a cloak.
In the moonlight, I could finally make out the definition of his build—broad shoulders that shifted with every step, tapering down to a narrow, lean waist.
His physique was pleasantly well-defined with a surprisingly sturdy frame— Which, actually makes sense with how quick and quietly he moves, but I wasn't expecting his stature to be pure muscle.
Along his head, I caught sight of his hair, the absence of a hood now highlighting the soft, unruly curls that swayed slightly with each step.
He wasn't as tall as Prince Shoto, but there was a strength to him that wasn't immediately obvious when he was cloaked—his hands, though relaxed at his sides, had veins and thick scars running along his forearms.
I found myself studying him longer than I should have, absent-mind now curious about the details usually hidden from view.
Without the shadows of his cloak to conceal him, my idea of the Traveler was different— He's handsome, sure, but he wasn't fragile, or monstrous; Izuku is strong.
That emerald gaze meets mine as he looks back over his shoulder and I jolt, literally snapping my head to the side so I could stare out the window and not at his very muscular back.
He didn't say anything.
And after a while, the internal question on 'Am I even allowed to do this?' whispers in the back of my mind, but that was quickly snuffed out by the faint crackle of distant torches.
The kitchen door creaked faintly as he held it open for me—I stepped inside, instantly enveloped by the lingering warmth of extinguished fires and the earthy aroma of herbs hanging from the rafters.
By day, this place hummed with life— Now, it was quiet and still.
Izuku tilted his head to me, his viridescent gaze soft but curious "What do you like to eat?" The question made me immediately answer with "Berries."
"Any favorites?" He tilted his head and I shrugged "Any kind is my favorite, I guess, maybe I love cherries a little more?" I hum—he considers my words, then took a short inhale through his nose.
For a second at best, I could've sworn his pupils thinned, giving his features a near-predatory lift—but I'm convinced it was a trick of the torch-light.
And that thought is brushed aside when he cranes his attention away—blinking with his soft emerald eyes like he was honing in on some invisible trail.
