Our Stellar Connection [A Tododeku Fanfic]

Chapter 26 - Red-Handed

A/N: TOOK ME 3 WEEKS, MAYBE 4
BUT HEY IT'S HERE MY DUDES.
A'ight, here y'all go. 

The blinding flash of light was almost unbearable. Everything, including Midoriya, seemed to be flung back by the heat, yet cool waves of ice traveled around the enemies, coiling around their ankles and almost seeming as if they were jeering at them, taunting them to try to move from their little cell.

Midoriya stared in shock, quivering as he got up, the ice and flames darting this way and that, along with Hashimoto's agonized screams as he fell into the trap. Todoroki, a miracle to the green haired boy, would glance back at him to make sure he was conscious and moving, then would head back to torturing the nemesis.

It turned out there was no object in the pocket. Just Todoroki's half-hearted dry humor and sense of caution and ability.

It was no sooner when Midoriya had jumped in the fight as well, chasing around the ambitious Hashimoto and giving a good kick in the shins, his blinding turquoise light energy fizzing around him. 

"Bastards! Ignorant! Stupid, disgusting, and absolutely horrible and full of no good!" Hashimoto spat, throwing useless comments about the pair everywhere he leaped and stumbled. Midoriya smirked at the red and white hair boy. Though Todoroki barely showed emotion and always kept a deadpanned face, the green boy could see a glint of amusement and thrill in his heterochromatic eyes. Blue and brown, it sparked. Enthusiastic colors put the emphasis on the chase, almost as if it was the time of his life. Midoriya gave a small nod, mainly to himself, and hoped that his eyes were just the same. 

Another sock in the stomach would do, Midoriya thought, his fist recoiling. His hand flew before his own neurons (though not possible, but it felt like so), and let it fly- not to Hashimoto's stomach but to his jawline instead- and hit him square there, watching in satisfaction as the opponent's back jolted with a horrific sensation, and he let out the most disgusting shriek, his nails scraping along the marbled floor in hope to restore balance. 

Nakamura was a chill folk, shivering in the capsule Todoroki had refrained him in. He didn't make so much a sound or whimper, rather casting side glances at his ringleader, and stuttering with desperate support. "Y-you can do it H-Haaa...Hashim-moto!" The wimpy sidekick was quite cold, though it was what he had deserved.

However, the faithful- yet evil- ringleader was now wincing in pain on the floor, his vision distorted. A near triumphant cry of success came from Midoriya, but he stopped short just as a sound wailed in their ears. The soundwaves screamed through his eardrums, and he fought the urge to crumple on the floor as well.

This was no scream. In fact, it was the high pitched shriek of an alarm.

The museum alarm.

The pounding suddenly stopped, yet a rampage of officers and museum clerks rushed in to the scene, their footsteps echoing in the dead of the night, causing fear to tranquilize Midoriya. And now, he felt dejected of himself, thinking of how foolish he could've been to try and stop Hashimoto without legal hero permits.

How foolish.

"Hands up! Drop any sort of weapon you have!" The police shouted, their guns (which looked extremely intimidating) pointed straight at them, as if ready to strike. Todoroki slowly pulled his palms into the air, and Midoriya felt a shock of anger, like he wanted to grab those arms hanging in the air...make sure they won't get caught...make sure to keep Todoroki-kun safe...make sure to protect him at all costs...and run.

Run, the voice in his head whispered, seeming to coax him into falling in. Run, run and don't look back. 

Walk in a straight line,

focused right ahead of 'ya,

keep running,

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀...


Yet though all his instincts...all his nerves...all the neurons in his head just shrieking and wailing for him to grab Todoroki's hand- grip it tight- and kick it out of here...

He couldn't move.

In defeat, his palms (which are now quite sweaty) slowly budded up into the air, his face stone rigid. His breathing came in short, shallow gasps of nervousness.

We're done for.

And this time, Todoroki can't be right there, right next to him, providing confidence.


"Keep them up," a voice said firmly. "You've been caught red handed."




A/N: Gonna keep this "short":

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I'm sorry for not updating for a month, I was kind of busy and at the same time doing my best at procrastination ;;

I do hope you enjoyed this chapter! Aaaand, drumroll please, because I'm on the brink of publishing another story!


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