(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.—
The world came back in a blur.
First it felt too hot—and then it became frigid.
A hand grabbed mine, tugging me up from the soft grass below and into the embrace of another.
There's a muffled voice that grew more clear with each passing second, like I was underwater and making my way to the surface—then the pungent smell of burning flesh met my senses.
My face contorted with a grimace, brows furrowing and eyes squinting open to see the speckled light of stars peaking through the scorched trees above.
"Don't be scared," A voice whispered and I'm pulled me in close to a chest "Don't be scared of me."
He just kept repeating those words, like a spell he was casting to keep me from slipping away.
What is going on?
How'd he even find me?
Why was Shoto holding me like this?
My brain woke up slowly and I remember the story I had told him at the first ball—the onryō, the ghost who accidentally chased his love away.
He was trying to stop me from running like she had.
"I'm not," I murmured—half-lidded eyes falling down to the ground as my hand clenched and unclenched on the wet grass below.
Blood soaked the grass beneath us, deep crimson, all around me. I was drenched in it—head to toe—and my arm was bleeding through my clothes.
My attention cast upwards so I could stare up at him with wide, dazed eyes.
"I'm so sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry..." I whispered, glancing down at the blackened bodies strewn around our feet—frost coated over everything in sight and looked just like the room in the West Wing.
His mismatched eyes swept over me, and I could see them pause when he noticed the blood trickling down my calf.
He cradled me closer, practically pressing my face into his chest at this point, and conjured snow into his hand—shifting down a bit to press it gently to the wounds there.
I gasped—but wasn't able to move away.
I always hated this part.
"I have to get you out of here," He states "This will numb it, but we'll need to stop the bleeding." He shifted his hold on me a bit and gathered me up from the blood-soaked grass like I weighed nothing,
"Put your arms around my neck."
I blink up at him slowly.
"You're hurt.." My voice mumbles and is tainted with concern when I reach out for his shoulder—where I'd guess a stray branch had left a fresh cut on his way down.
