(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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—First Person POV.—
My surroundings held a sprawling field of wildflowers, a riot of color stretching farther than the eye could reach.
Sunlight spilled over everything, glinting off petals like flecks of gold and painting the landscape in brushstrokes of lavender, yellow, and rosy pink.
The wind swept through the blossoms, rippling the field in waves—carrying the faint, sweet scent of nectar and grass.
Our horses grazed a short distance away, tails flicking lazily, and snorting at the occasional butterfly that dared venture too close.
They were calm, peaceful, and blissfully uncaring towards the chaos Izuku and I were unleashing throughout the field.
I lunged toward him, fast enough that the air hissed past my ears while he was already pivoting around me with that practiced fluidity he seemed to carry in every movement.
Every swing of my arm or thrust of my leg could level more than just the grass beneath our feet.
Flowers got kicked up as he sidestepped one of my swings with ease—I gritted my teeth, eyes narrowing instinctively to follow his hands as if the universe had slowed itself for me.
My senses hummed, catching the faintest twinge in the air as he moved.
The subtle brush of wind against his clothing.
The shift in his balance as he prepared to strike.
My legs veered me sideways, dodging a particularly aggressive kick, and I let out a breathless laugh of exhilaration.
Shoto watched from a short distance away, perched cross-legged in a small ring of wildflowers—where his hair caught the sunlight like streaks of snow and lava.
His eyes followed every twitch of my muscles and every movement of Izuku's as we bounced off of one another.
Another witness to our fight was the sun—who is not on my side.
Its warmth sapped energy from my skin, tugging at my limbs with lethargy and making my head spin slightly—sweat prickled the back of my neck and along my temples, mingling with the sharp taste of blood as I bit my lip.
I ducked under one of Izuku's kicks, the air rushing past my face, fangs baring in reflex, and I could feel my pupils flex before my vision suddenly sharpened.
With a sneer escaping my lips, I leveled upwards and swung my own leg toward him—a sharp kick that sent some wildflowers flinging off the ground.
His hands snapped up and a deafening slam echoed through the air, making wind whip out around us as his hands closed around my ankle—stopping my foot from making contact with his head.
Just inches from impact.
His grip was firm yet careful, holding me suspended for a heartbeat.
His freckled face, previously so animated with energy, was now calm and threaded with worry.
