(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.—
Scarlet eyes stared blankly out one of the few windows in the tree-formed room.
The Vampires own footsteps were light as he lingered by the door—but the Barbarians gruff voice cut through the silence before he had the chance to knock:
"I know you're there, come in if you've got shit to say."
The voice held that familiar edge—one Izuku had known since childhood. His hand moved without thinking, gripping the handle before easing it open.
"Sorry, Kacchan," He murmured, eyes flitted around the interior—earthy tones blending into the walls that wrapped around a large tree—before just barely catching sight of the figure near the high window.
The Barbarian was nearly out of his sight—scarlet gaze staring outward like he could glare a hole through the window itself.
Izuku adjusted the strap of his satchel and moved toward the stairway winding around the tree's trunk, his fingers brushing against the rough bark as he ascended.
When he reached the second story, the ash-blonde still hadn't turned—his face half-shadowed as he muttered beneath his breath.
"Great," Came the sneer "The fuck do you want."
The insult was familiar—so much so that it barely stung anymore.
Izuku simply let it roll off his shoulders, eyes softening as he looked at his friend—at the weight in the Barbarians posture that never seemed to leave anymore.
He hesitated for only a moment.
"Are you okay..?"
The Barbaric Prince didn't even flinch.
"I'm not in the mood, Deku. If you don't have something significant to say, get the fuck out."
His voice was sharper now—dripping venom—but even as Izuku absorbed the blow, he caught the way his friend's reflection looked older somehow.
Tired.
Izuku's hand stayed on the strap at his chest, fingers idly tracing the stitching—viridescent eyes steady.
"This is wrong. You know this is wrong."
He said it quietly—but it still seemed to echo through the room, filling in each crevice somberly.
And for once, there was no yelling—just silence.
"I know."
The reply fell like stones.
Izuku leaned slightly on the rail—a part of him cared deeply for his childhood friend, and maybe that's what made his heart ache for the man's clear pain.
"Then why go through with it?"
His gaze fell to the crimson cape hanging nearby—draped like a discarded symbol of everything the Barbarian stood for.
