The Realist(Shoto Todoroki x reader- Bakugo's twin sister)

Chapter 38

Over the next couple of days, I woke up early to practice my ultimate moves, testing them in different ways and positions. While my classmates made small changes to their hero costumes, I kept mine the same. No upgrades. No adjustments. It worked just fine as it was.

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That morning, I headed to the gym, expecting to see a few of my classmates training. Instead, the space was nearly empty, aside from Iida, who was already hard at work testing his new gear. I barely spared him a glance. My mind being elsewhere.

I thought about my move last night but will it be considered an ultimate move? Or just a move to win. I bet Katsuki could do half of it.

Shaking off the doubt, I floated onto one of the platforms and summoned more orbs, letting them gather into a dense cluster. More than a hundred hovered in place, humming with energy.

If I can do this right, I could create a powerful blast or kill myself....ah fuck it.

Slowly, I positioned the orbs around me like a protective shield, careful not to let them merge into one giant sphere that would trap me inside. They circled me in a tight formation, spinning like a carousel, their collective glow illuminating the gym in flashes of flickering light.

Then, something shifted.

No this is too much power, fuck! I have to do something else if don't want to hurt anybody.

If I don't stop now, I could destroy everything around me.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I let the orbs dissolve into the building, their dissipating energy leaving the air thick with heat. A ghost of a breeze brushed against me, stirring my hair as the last of the power faded.

When I looked down, Iida was watching me. His helmet concealed his face, but I could still feel his eyes on me.

My jaw clenched. Without a word, I turned and walked further onto the platform, putting more distance between us. Let him watch all he wanted. I wasn't here for him.

Why can't I get this thing? Aren't I supposed to be powerful?

I thought with anger while I clenched my fist, the heat around me humming for me to use it.

We are

Ophilas voice said to me with softness. Making me more confused than usual.

What do you mean by that?

She stayed quiet, frustration and anger still filling me.

If you're going to be in my head then at least help me out.

I'd be helping myself out if I did that

What the hell are you talking about?

Once you figure it out, you will have your answer to everything

She then went quiet and left me alone with even more confusion than usual. I could still feel her but it was a faint silence. Like she was in the same house as me but in a different room.