(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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Trigger warning—gore, blood, forced actions, and uncomfortable wording.
We're all gonna be a little disturbed.
—Third Person POV.—
A sharp gasp tore from the Travelers lips as he narrowly twisted out of the way—just as the orc's club came crashing down with the force of a falling tree.
The wind rushed past his cheek, the impact exploding into the ground beside him and showering shards of stone into the air.
He ducked low, boots sliding across the churned dirt as he sucked in a breath and readjusted his grip on the massive sword in his hands—its weight familiar, grounding.
The orc snarled, raising his club again with a bellow, the muscles in his thick arms rippling with murderous intent.
Before the weapon could fall, a trail of frost slithered across the battlefield—ice blooming up from the soil like a rising tide.
A crackle burst through the air as a wall surged between Midoriya and the orc—just in time to catch the club and halting its swing mid-strike.
His viridescent gaze blinked, then flicked upward toward the ridge.
"Thanks, Todoroki!" He shouted, a breathless grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
A quiet nod was the only reply—the Princes' dual-toned eyes gleaming from behind windswept bangs as he stood poised atop the hill, one hand still outstretched with frost clinging to his fingertips.
The orc growled and struggled, trying to yank its weapon free from the ice's grasp—but the Traveler was already moving.
He darted forward, cloak snapping behind him, and dropped into a swift spin, ducking beneath the flailing arm—with a grunt, he drove the hilt of his sword up in a powerful arc, slamming it directly into the orc's gut.
The beast's breath whooshed out of its lungs. It staggered, eyes bulging—then toppled backward with a hefty thud that left the ground trembling beneath its weight.
Midoriya stood still for a moment, his chest heaving as his attention turned in a slow circle, scanning the field.
All around him, the makeshift battlefield was littered with groaning bandits and stunned silence—a few final scuffles ended in grunts and muffled cries before quiet settled like ash after a wildfire.
He exhaled, letting the tension bleed out of his shoulders.
"That should be the last of them.."
Without wasting another second, the Traveler turned and rushed back toward the cart at the edge of the road.
His boots kicked up dust as he sprinted, only slowing when he caught sight of two familiar figures crouched beside a small group of shaken townsfolk.
The witch of the group had knelt beside a trembling older woman, gently brushing a bloodied scrape off her forehead with a damp cloth.
