✨TodoDeku Oneshots✨

-- rainy bites --

There's been no one, hasn't been anyone. When my mother died, everything had become more difficult. Working job to job to earn some yen while I train relentlessly to form the legacy of one for all. Torment surely tore through me for being a omega. School also became more of a chore than something I wanted to do. Maybe I've just become depressed after not being able to hear my mothers kind voice to never stop, to keep pushing through. Well mother, I don't feel like pushing through. I hate to admit a sorrow defeat but I just can't find a way to keep going. Then that thing happened, was it to help me with its light or to apprehend me in its shadows? The son of Endavour, Todoroki Shoto. His quirk outshined every other student like the brightest star in the skies. His skin always looked so smooth and beautiful with a pale complexion. Bi-colored eyes that bored through you. Peppermint colored hair and a scent of Carmel radiating off of his clothes like a deadly toxin. Shoto caught my attention from the start yet I had never exchanged a single word with him. I'm too awkward to say anything, how could anyone say anything to that daring aurora?

I was walking along the white tiles of UA, quietly daydreaming of shoto's wrapped arms around my scathed skin. I began to turn when I shifted out of my daze to see Shoto talking to Yaoyorozi. I pinned my scrawny body against the cold wall to avoid his stare.

"So you'll go out with me?" The raven haired girl gleed. My heart pounded with the aching feeling of heartbreak. No, I must've heard wrong. Todoroki wouldn't do that, right?

"Ya, ya," he sighed. Another squeal was heard along with the sound of pencils shaking in their backpacks. My breath quivered nervously as I peeped over the wall. They were hugging each other while Shoto slightly smiled under her tight grasp. Yaoyorozi pulled away from his sweet embrace and, met with his cherry blossom lips. My back skidded against the wall creating loud squeaks as I covered my mouth to stop the whimpers from escaping the echo of my palms. My moss orbs poured waterfalls from the shores of my eyes. I truly am a fool for thinking of a even a chance between us. He's not gay, and besides, Yaoyorozi is beautiful. Way prettier than my sullen face would ever be. A thought had slithered through my head.

What if I killed her?

No, I can't. It would upset him, wouldn't it? It would be quick, he would forget it all and fall for me. What happened if someone found out. I'd go to jail and never see Shoto again. We would bury the body deep in the woods, no one would find it. I was shaken to floods of waters under my eyes at this voice in my head. It was so wrong, he's happy. I can't ruin that. Yet the voice got stronger with every given day. When I'd see them giggling gleefully in the hallways the voice would come back for vengeance.

Rain pounded on the glass of my dusty windows. Occasional strikes of thunder struck the prickly grasses confidently making the ground quake. My apartment was engulfed by blackness except for the secured shadows of the moons light breaking through. I stood tall on the wooden stool as the noose swayed threateningly to my bright orbs. Life was only going downhill, these psychopathic tendencies would hurt the ones Todoroki loved. I have no family, I have no one. A omega could never be a hero. This is the only answer to end this sadness.

I gripped the noose nervously with my two hands and began to slip it down my neck. My chest heaved up and down, I took a single step off the wooden stool. The world was spinning, no, my world was ending. I took my last breat-

Bbbbbrinngggg

I hastily pulled off the noose and paced to the door. What bad timing for my luck. I walked over to the door and opened it to spot Todoroki standing before me outside. The concrete paving around the steps leading to my apartment. His peppermint hair was slicked back from the wet droplets coating his locks while wearing the UA uniform that gripped tightly around his muscular body perfectly. My cheeks instantly turned as red as bright cherries while sweat dripped from the sides of my forehead. Well, this is the last thing I'd wanna see before I'd die, it least.