(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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—Third Person POV.—
The castle doors groaned as they opened, spilling daylight across the foyer within.
The Prince of Oyashima stood framed by the entrance—tall, silent, a sharp silhouette against the storm-swept sky.
His mismatched gaze swept across the steps—below, in the courtyard, the Duke of Honshu stood waiting, a sneer etched deep into his pale face.
His fine robes were pristine, as though untouched by the chaos that had consumed the castle halls—his hand held Counselor Ojiro by the collar, the man barely conscious with blood dripping steadily from his brow.
"Prince Todoroki," He called, voice smug and theatrical as he gestured wide with his free hand "At last, surrender now, and all will be well— Your kingdom can forgive your lapses in judgment."
His tone was as if he was the star of a play—presenting and parading to all the witnesses who stood stagnant to watch the interaction go down.
Shoto didn't speak.
He stepped forward.
One step—then another.
His boots hit the stone with quiet finality—the clip-clip seemingly amplified in the silence.
Honshu's smugness faltered with a frown before he flicked his gaze to the side and nodded his head to the guards around "Take him down."
The first wave of armored men surged forward.
They didn't make it five steps.
Without even paying mind to them, a jagged wall of ice erupted from the ground—splitting the courtyard in two. The soldiers slammed into it, some stumbling, others raising weapons too late.
Then came the fire.
A hiss, then a sudden shriek of air turning to steam.
Flames burst up from beneath, searing white-hot, melting ice into bubbling torrents that poured like punishment across the cobblestones—screams filled the air as boiling water clung to armor and skin alike.
One man fell to his knees, clawing at his helmet—his cry sharp and gurgled as the searing water burst from the melted ice down onto his shoulders.
Through the blanket of steam, the Prince walked with excess flames curling around him like a second skin.
Honshu stepped back "You are unfit to rule!" He called while shoving Ojiro away and into the trembling hands of one of his leftover guards.
"If you come closer, I'll order my men to kill every last hostage!" He sneered.
The Duke gained no answer as a thin line of frost bloomed along the center of Shoto's palm.
Vapor curled from his lips, then something moved beneath the skin—shifted, like pressure building just under the surface.
