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

Chapter 44

I left the two boys with Recovery Girl, their unconscious bodies suspended in midair, gently cradled by glowing orbs.

She worked in silence, her movements precise, her touch featherlight. She pressed small, comforting kisses to their foreheads and murmured angry words, her quirk doing the rest.

From just outside the room, I stood motionless, watching. My eyes stayed locked on the scene, like blinking might make it disappear.

Normally, the sight of Katsuki like this- not moving, injured- would've sent a jolt of panic through my chest, or worse, anger. But now?

I felt nothing.

No fury.
No fear.
No regret.

I should've been worried. After all, I was the one who did this to them. Or... at least, a part of me was.

Recovery Girl couldn't say exactly what had happened. Only that they were unconscious and stable, and that there was no telling when- or if- they'd wake up. But somewhere deep inside me, something whispered that they would. By morning, they'd open their eyes.

The real question was whether they'd remember what they saw.

A knock broke the stillness like a stone tossed into a pond. Recovery Girl didn't even turn around.

"Come in, dear," she said, shifting to Midoriya's side, gently adjusting the angle of his head on the glowing platform.

The door creaked open, and All Might stepped inside.

He looked exhausted- more than usual. Lines carved deeper into his face than I'd ever seen before. His eyes scanned the room quickly, landed on the boys, and stayed there.

I peeled myself off the wall and tried to smile, tried to inject a note of levity into the room. But instead it came out brittle.

"Took you long enough," I said, trying to lighten the air. But instead it came out dry and half hearted.

All Might glanced at me, the corner of his mouth twitching into something like a smile as he replied. "Well, Ground Beta isn't exactly around the corner. And I don't have a flying quirk, remember?"

I rolled my eyes and moved beside him, acutely aware of how small I felt standing next to him. The hight difference was crazy.

He didn't look at me when he spoke next. His voice was quiet and strained. The playfulness gone.

"What did you do to them?"

His eyes didn't leave the boys' bodies. I followed his gaze.

"I..." My voice cracked, and I had to swallow before trying again. "I don't know. I wasn't the one who did it." I hesitated.

He turned to me, startled. His eyes wide and his jaw clenched.

"You're saying-"

"-Yes," Recovery Girl interrupted, still focused on Midoriya. Not even a glance toward us. "One of her voices took over. We believe it was Ophelia, like the other times. Who else would do this?"

I didn't meet his eyes. Not out of shame. Not exactly. Maybe guilt. Maybe fear. Maybe I just didn't want to see what was behind his.

He didn't press. "How did it happen?" he asked, more gently now. As if coxing the story would keep it from being more painful.

I raked a hand through my hair, shutting my eyes as I tried to piece the memory together.

Everything had happened so fast.

"I was asleep," I began. "Then suddenly, I felt Katsuki's quirk- like it echoed through me. That's what woke me up. Sister instincts kicked in before I could think." I joked, clearing my throat and continued. "I just... went. I didn't want to waste a second." I half-lied.