(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 jolted awake to raised voices echoing through the stone walls; They were coming from the kitchens—sharp and frantic.
I blinked as I pushed myself upright and my hands idly clutched the edge of the coverlet—my brows furrowed, still fogged with sleep.
Geez, what time is it?
I was halfway to standing—my bandaged ankle protesting beneath me—when a firm knock sounded against the door.
"Come in," I called, slightly leaning against the bedpost and tilting my head towards the door.
It creaked open and in stepped a familiar Traveler.
His eyes scanned the room once, and then landed on me with concern tightening his expression—his cloak was half unfastened at the throat, loosened from wherever he'd come from.
The contours of his face were softened only by the gentle light filtering in from the doorway.
From this angle, he looked like the night personified—handsome, worn, and far too beautiful for his own good.
"I overheard one of the servants say you were attacked last night," He comments, voice low and urgent as he crossed the room toward me "Why didn't you tell me?"
He dropped to his knees before me and I blinked down at the Traveler—confusion now painting my expression "Shouldn't you have, like.. Smelled the blood or something last night??
"I was too weak to," Izuku explained, his hands brushing up the fabric of my clothes to reach for the bandages on my leg "I'm sorry."
His touch was careful—brows furrowed as his thumb grazed a bit of exposed skin just above the wrap and the chill of it made my breath catch.
Was he always this handsy?
"I'm alright now," I sigh softly, watching the way his lashes lowered as he examined the injury "It just didn't come up last night."
"I wish you'd told me, I wouldn't have let you walk back here by yourself, I would've—" He looked up then—his eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he shook his head "Never mind, I'm here now."
Cute.
There was something different in the way he was staring at me now—that aching way someone looks when they've missed you without realizing just how much until you're right in front of them again.
"I talked to Shoto," The Traveler spoke up, voice still hushed but simmering now "..He told me everything that happened at the ball."
I didn't know what to say to that.
So I simply sat back on the edge of the bed and gestured faintly for him to join me.
He complied by standing from the floor and plopping down at my side—consequently making our shoulders press together.
