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

Chapter 56

When Deku stamped the paper, Nighteye's eyes drifted past Bubble Girl and locked onto me.
Not a glance- a full-on, laser-precision, 'I can see through your soul' stare.

The green-haired kid was still picking himself up off the floor, brushing off imaginary dust, while I suddenly felt like I was the only person in the room who mattered.

Lucky me.

"Everyone leave the room. I need to speak with Bakugo." His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It had that quiet authority that made people move.

Mirio and Bubble Girl exchanged glances.
"Sir, yes, sir!" they chirped in unison before heading for the door, Deku following them.

The door clicked shut behind them, and a sudden draft rustled the papers stacked neatly on his desk. One sheet fluttered dramatically to the floor like we were in some suspense movie.

"Come here," he said, eyes narrowing slightly.

I walked forward, crossing my arms, sizing up the height difference between us. Yeah, he had me beat by a lot.

"I heard from Principal Nezu about your situation," he began, his voice quieter now, studying me like I was a particularly tricky puzzle. "And that Mirio needs to keep an eye on you. So, you come to my agency to keep that arrangement."

I nodded slowly, biting back the urge to roll my eyes. The only thing stopping me was the suspicion he'd have some sort of lecture about 'respect for pro heroes' queued up and ready to go.

He leaned forward, his gaze sharper now, one hand resting lightly on my shoulder.

I raised a brow. "What? Do my eyes glisten with the ghost of my past?"

He didn't react. Not a twitch. Either this guy had the patience of a saint or he was used to people being little smartasses in his office.

"I heard the things you can do," he said evenly. "And the things you've done. Especially when you defeated that villain All Might was supposed to take down."

I smirked faintly. "You'll have to be more specific."

"The one who had your brother captive."

My smirk faded. My fist curled at my chest, jaw tightening. "What about it?"

His lips tugged upward in something that could've been a smirk or just the ghost of one. "You're very powerful, strong, and intelligent. You are also, however, possessed by an entity at random."

I tilted my head. "I prefer 'occasionally haunted by bad life choices in ghost form,' but sure, go off."

"That entity makes you stronger," he continued, ignoring my comment, "and I heard you've been practicing to join forces with it?"

I gave him a small nod.

"What was her name again?" he asked slowly.

My fists unclenched as I leveled a glare at him. "You already know her name, so don't play dumb. Just because I can keep her in check doesn't mean I'm letting you poke her with a stick to see what happens. That's not a science experiment an amateur like you wanna run."

His expression sharpened. "Amateur? Little girl, I am a professional hero with my own agency-"

"Congratulations," I cut in, deadpan. "Should I knit you a sash that says that?"

His eyes narrowed further- a glare that would probably make most people squirm. Me? I'd seen worse. Hell, I'd been worse.

"She is smarter than you and everyone on this planet," I continued, my tone casual but my words sharp. "And if I say her name, you can't 'hold her back.' You might predict her moves. Might. But good luck with that."