BakuDeku Oneshots

Arms

AN: Okay, I love writing stories to songs. If you have any song requests/ideas, comment them! I'd love to hear them.

Warnings: Fluff and A N G S T

Word Count: 4928

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I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart.

I watched the small, green haired teen from my window. It was late evening on a lovely summers day, the sun sinking low into the horizon and casting beautiful rays of golden beams across the ground, streams peeking through the trees. The sky was painted a thousand different colours, the sunset beginning. The forest was silhouetted perfectly, the trees dwarfing it's surroundings, yet all of this beauty paled in comparison to the person who stood in the middle of it all.

Izuku Midoriya crouched down, his back to me, and turned a page in the book he was looking at. After a moment, he leaned closer, then straightened in the way I had learned meant that he had figured something out. Standing up again, Izuku balanced on his right leg, bent it slightly, and even from this distance I could see the crackling energy spike up his leg. Then he was jumping, arching his body to aid his momentum and spinning, the leg that had been supporting him snapping out. Izuku's other leg came around faster than my eyes could even keep track of and the boy was spinning, his extended leg wheeling forwards in a kick that would have been devastating had anyone been in its path. Izuku had really improved.

But you came around,

As he landed, his arms whipped up to shield his face from an impending attack, like a shield. A defence. Izuku, knees bent, energy fading as it was no longer needed, lifted his head, eyes scanning the side of the dormitory building, methodically looking across at each window until they came to a rest on mine. Our eyes locked and, for a moment, I thought that he was going to look afraid, that his eyes were going to show the anguish that had resided there for so many years, the pain I had caused. I feared he was going to turn away, avoid me.

But after that moment, a beaming smile appeared on the smaller teens face, banishing the darkness my mind had conjured in that one second in which my doubts had formed. Gesturing frantically for me to join him, I tried to remember that I was changing, that I had changed, that I was no longer the monster that had tormented the green-haired angel for all those years.

I nodded, a silent reply to Izuku's request, and pushed away from the window, noting the way he seemed to glow a little brighter when I accepted, even though I could barely bring myself to say no to him anymore.

I walked to the door and opened it, bristling at the creaking sound the hinges made. I padded across the hall and stopped at the elevator, waiting impatiently as I listened to the whirring sound it made. The ding sounded and the doors opened.

I scowled. Todoroki gave me an impassive stare, his cool demeanour as impenetrable as always. He barely gave me a sideways glance as he exited the elevator, so I refrained from talking to him. I didn't want to initiate a conversation with the half and half bastard anyway.

After I had pressed the button for the ground floor, the doors slid shut and I was left alone with my thoughts. Always a bad thing, as ever since that fateful day I was doubting myself. Doubting my ability to love, to care for and protect him. Doubting his ability to forget about the past, realise that I didn't want us to be like that anymore. Realise that even though I was still harsh, still yelled and got angry and sometimes started fights I shouldn't, this difference was a transition, and that I was trying.

I don't know why. Izuku was the one person who had always, somehow, seen past all of that, had stuck by me because he knew I could change, become a better person. What I don't think he understood is that I was becoming a better person for him, because of him.