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

Chapter 48

(Short chapter)

By the time I made it back to the dorms, I looked- and felt- like someone had dumped me in a kiddie pool and then roasted me in the oven at 425°F for twenty minutes.

Sweat clung to every inch of me, pooling in places it absolutely should not be allowed to.

It ran down my back, behind my knees, and worst of all- between the thighs.

The dreaded thigh sweat.

A walking hazard.

I could've slipped on my own inner leg moisture. Death by chafing. What a legacy.

The second I opened the door to the dorms, the cool air conditioning hit me like a divine slap from a snow goddess. I sighed- eyes closed, smile blooming inside me.

"Praise be to AC," I muttered to myself, dragging my hand through my damp hair and immediately recoiling when I felt the wetness stick to my fingers.

I stared down at my hand like it had personally betrayed me.

"Disgusting," I said flatly.

"Nice walk?" Kaminari called from the couch with a too-cheerful smile, his voice laced with just enough smugness to make me want to short-circuit his toothbrush.

If I could bomb people without consequences, he would be the first person.

I glared up at him without missing a beat. "Do you really want to provoke someone who's seconds away from weaponizing her own sweat? I could blow this place up and blame it on humidity."

He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling nervously. "Noted."

Kirishima looked between us, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. "Wait, your sweat's explosive too? Like Bakugo's?"

I shook my head and kept walking, passing by the back of the couch toward the stairs. "Unfortunately. That's about the only thing we share besides DNA and a concerning attitude problem. Twin shit."

"Oh!" Kirishima leaned over the arm of the couch. "So what happens if you do mix your sweat with your orbs? Would it like... enhance them or something?"

"I haven't tried in years but I think it makes them more effective than usual?" My voice sounding confused. I paused at the door to the staircase, hand resting on the handle.

Kaminari's eyes widened.
"Wait, you don't know what it does but you threaten me with it?" The blonde asked with a shocked look.

"Last time I tried, I blew myself up. Knocked myself clean out."

Kaminari's jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously?!"

"Yup," I said, pushing open the stairwell door. "Ask Katsuki for the full story. I think he was there? Probably still remembers."

I heard a collective "Oof" behind me as I let the door swing shut.

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My shirt clung to my back like a needy ex. As I reached the top of the stairs, I tugged down the collar to wipe off the gallons of sweat pooling on my neck.

I grimaced at the sheer amount of moisture. If this much fluid was leaving my body, I deserved a nap, a cigarette, and a trophy.

"Why do humans have to sweat?" I muttered. "It's inefficient. There should be a better system. Like... steam vents. Or teleportation. Something."

"Because your body's trying to cool you down."

The voice startled me.

I looked up sharply- and there he was.