(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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—First Person POV.—
I think..
A certain Traveler has been avoiding me.
Today was another warm afternoon—one where I found myself wandering the familiar, lush pathways of the gardens.
Ever since that weird incident the other day, I hadn't so much as caught a glance of the cloaked man— So, I decided to take things into my own hands and hunt him down.
The rich scent of blooming flowers mingled with the earthy aroma of freshly turned soil as I strolled beneath arches of climbing ivy.
"Good evening, Lady (Y/n)," A silken voice coiled through the dusky air, drawing my gaze to the figure beneath a recognizable tree.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
I tilted my head in disdain when I catch sight of a familiar lady, her presence at once alluring and disconcerting—a snake in silk, all charm and hidden menace.
"Lady Daki." I greet back, turning to face her fully and assuring myself she had no flour on hand.
She didn't seem to care that I offered no smile—merely tilting her head back over her shoulder, her lime eyes glittering in the dappled sunlight.
"Your maidservant," She purred as her hand extended with deliberate languor, letting her long nails brush perilously close to the delicate petals of the Angels Trumpets overhead.
"She's a mushroom fae, right?" The words slipped out in a simple question—each syllable weighted and practically glowing with untrustworthy intent.
My brows furrowed at the Lady.
"Be careful—didn't His Highness warn you that those are poisonous?" I comment, my eyes narrowing as I watched her movement come to a pause.
"Prince Shoto really dotes on you."
For a brief moment, her light eyes met mine and she tilts her head slightly "Did he really tell you they weren't touchable?"
"He did, multiple times, actually." I answer easily.
At that, her hand retracted as she glided away from the tree and when she starts walking my way, I definitely expected her to whip out some dessert to smash in my face.
Instead, the Lady just drifts past—her lithe form directed toward a bed of Rhododendrons. There, she leaned in to let her nails trace along the velvety petals.
"You didn't answer my question," She chided, her voice lilting in a near sing-song tone that made me roll my eyes in exasperation.
"So? Who cares if my maidservant is a fae." My words were curt, and I stole a glance to the woodline—there, a familiar dark hood shifted among the trees.
