a fateful encounter ;; tododeku

Chapter Six: My Resolve, My Love

Todoroki //

I peered suspiciously over the edge of the wall, took a deep breath, and jumped. I fell down, down, down, the air scrambled past me and snagged on my thoughts. My heart leapt and began charging at my chest, trying to get out and see what in the world was going on out here.

The happiness flowing through me on top of all of the other bad emotions is refreshing, but there are still regrets and worries tapping at the back of my head. I'm free again, but it doesn't feel the same as the first time.

Still, I push forward towards the village. I'm not sure if I'm ready.

What will I do when I see him? If I see him? Will I be able to talk to him normally without exploding? Every step closer to their small bakery sends shocks through my body. And my heart is still beating profoundly, but not because of my feelings, but because I'm actually nervous.

I don't want to ruin this. Maybe I already have by disappearing for a week.

It won't happen again.

It was strange, being here again after so long. Despite how long I'd been away, I still remembered everything about the place; the blue hydrangeas planted in boxes outside the windows, the sweet smell always floating through the air that reminded me of my mother.
I walked up to the door, dragging my feet. I raised my hand to pull the door open, but I stopped. I took a deep breath first then forced myself to walk inside.

Everything is just as I remember, maybe busier. There were dozens of people lined up, ordering things from the lady I remembered behind the counter. After a while, everyone has cleared out and I approach the counter tentatively. The short lady gives me her warm smile instantly upon laying her eyes on me. My heart skips, and I don't know why.

"You're back," She states simply.

She remembers me?

"You...remember me?"

There's that smile again. "Of course, are you here for more pastries? Ha, we have plenty."

"I...I couldn't resist."

She giggles a little bit as she grabs the pastries I've missed this entire week from the display and hands one to me. It's still warm. When she turns her back to me, my eyes wander the room, wondering if the nameless boy will come back. Is he here? Would it be weird if I asked?

I take a bite of the treat, the familiar taste reminding me of him.

"My Izuku..." She begins, but everything she says after that is lost to my ears.

Izuku.

That must be his name. It rolled off my tongue like a marble rolling around the floor. I couldn't get him out of my head, he was so beautiful, and his name was a piece of art. It was so perfect, I couldn't allow myself to speak, afraid I was going to embarrass myself.

When I realized she finished talking, I don't hesitate to open my mouth. "Izuku...is he here?"

My heart is pounding too loudly for me to tell if I sounded desperate or shifty.

"He isn't right now! Oh, I wish he were."

Me too.

"It's been so busy here all day. He would have been a huge help, and of course, he'd be happy to see you."

I blink, not sure what to think or say. That could be interpreted in so many ways, and I'm not sure how far I should take it. And my mind is so overwhelmed I don't have any words.

"He's at home. I think you'd like to see him, right?"

Does she have the telepathy power I wanted to have?