Our Stellar Connection [A Tododeku Fanfic]

Chapter 25 - Dear Izuku... Dear Shouto...

A/N: HahA I'm late again.
I wanted to take a small break from the fighting and move on to a more serene moment with Todoroki and Midoriya as it seems as if they have lost. Love letters, anyone? Perhaps I should stop now. Enjoy the chapter! :)

Dear Izuku Midoriya,

There have been so many things I've wanted to say to you. So many things that the words seemed to stick a plug in my throat, a thorn, that must pain me every time I feel like saying so. I want to tell you oh so many things, want to care for you and keep you okay, to not have you witness these certain events filled with such danger. To not have your chest be pained with the burdens you have to carry on with you, such as...me. I'm a burden, aren't I? I feel a certain feeling, that I'm only dragging you down. Down into the darkness, ink slipping over our necks as regret pours into me, knowing I shouldn't be doing this. I stare at the scene in front of me now. Hashimoto with his menacing ice cold stare. You...oh you...with your wide emerald eyes filled with anger and hatred for that man, and your mouth a flurry of words I cannot hear now. The electricity that flows through you is filled with ambition, but an aggressive one. I tell you, Midoriya, don't hate. Don't fill those eyes with such hate...it pains me. It fills me with an anxious thought, that the moment your eyes flash with the hurt and fury, it won't stop. It'll fill you up, and not let you breathe the air of relief, or wash away the hatred you have for this man. 

It can't happen.

Please don't let it happen, for me. Please.

I'm not a person who says please, I tell you. I'm not a person who would normally hug other people, have my eyes light up every time a boy of green- like a clover- passes by my keen vision. I wish to grasp you into my arms, and tell you that what is happening now won't happen again. I want to make sure you're okay. And though you may never understand, I... I didn't think I'd come to say this... however...

I do truly love you, Izuku.

And every time Uraraka passes by, every time you converse with the brunette, I do wish it was me who was standing in that place, to enjoy the time I have left with you. I wish I didn't have to feel anything, to have my heart swell with enjoyment and then shatter into a million pieces like what glass would do to your chest. Piercing it, stinging it, and ripping it to shreds without a care in the world. And I hate it, always having to push away thoughts, having to think that you'll end up with someone new, someone who wasn't me.

I hate it.

However, it's alright. I just want you to understand that I would move the world out of my way if it meant that I could save you.

Could I now?



Dear Shouto Todoroki,

I wish I could spill everything out just now. Just now, I thought you'd lose your life, sacrificing your notebook and your energy and time to keep me out of trouble. I'm such a burden, aren't I? And here I stand, raging in, hoping that I could get a touch on that man, to make sure he'd burn to shreds, to have all the blades in the world get to him and to let all the crimson touches buried in him gush out and kill him on the inside. I want to make sure you're not going to kill yourself for me, to not face the fear of death, of darkness and the empty, to keep me in the daylight. I swear, Todoroki, I would never be happy even if I was alive. I'd know that you wouldn't be, and I'm here now, feeling as if I could never do anything to save myself.

Can I?

I look at you now. A mass of fury, a mass of willingness to fight and bring upon the liberation of both of us. Yet I stand there, a helpless meek, as I myself feel the weight of the world being thrown onto my shoulders. What am I to do? I can't carry this burden with me any longer. I feel as if I'll break. I'll break if I don't do something. I'll break and splinter and be hurtled into a mass of destruction if I don't act.

I need to act.

I have to act.

Here I stand with power in my hand, with free will to do whatever it takes to get back into your arms again and to run my hand along your dazzling red and white hair, and to look into your soft-gazing eyes, each a different color. Yes, you may be known as "Half and Half," but...

To me, you're a wholesome human being. 

A being who I wish to love and caress and to protect you in every way possible, to keep you out of the whirlwind I've created and the mass destruction I believe is every bit my fault. 

If you paint a painting, would I be in it?

A/N: Thedeadlinethedeadlinethedeadline-

I've been getting so many positive comments these days about this story I'm currently making, and honestly, I'm appalled, because I never expected it to be the least bit popular! It's only just struck my mind now, and I will most definitely make an honor's page, dedicated to those who I notice stick by the story. I thank you all very much, and I do hope you stay tuned for the next chapter!

Psst, want me to read one of your stories? Don't be afraid to ask! I'm mightily bored here. Plus, I'm sure I'll enjoy it! So be sure to recommend yours, if I haven't gone to it already!

Next Update: The following Friday