My One Weakness (TodoDeku)

Chapter 5

Todoroki POV

"Fujiosha station up ahead. 5 minutes left. Gather all personal belongings and items if you need to get off here. Fujiosha station."

The speaker finally shut up.

I rubbed my temples. I had finally been sleeping after 2 days and this stupid bitch decided to wake up. Oh, sorry for my language. I'm not usually myself after waking up.

I reached underneath my seat to reach for my red bag, when I remembered I didn't bring it. That's why I took his wallet.

I sighed. I guess I'll just wait the remaining 4 minutes.

I took out my phone and started to browse the news for any mention of me. As I scrolled through my feed, I did see one thing that caught my eye.

Quirkless teenage boy runs away after seriously injuring university student.

(AN: Sorry that I didn't metion this, but in this fanfic, Todoroki is 21 and Izuku and Bakugo are 18. Just i little note so you'll know why Bakugo isn't considered a hero yet. Because he's underage. Sighs, this probably makes no sense.)

Quirkless? I've heard of people with quirks injuring each other, but never a quirkless fry doing such serious damage to a boy with a quirk. Did he know how dangerous that was?

I hate him.

What does he think injuring a completely innocent student would do to him? Fame? Popularity? Acceptance?

With that last thought, I decided to look at the article a bit more, just in case I misunderstood the situation.  Maybe the university student took his lunch money or something.

"Arriving at Fujiosha station in 2 minutes. Gather all personal items and items if needed. Fujiosha station."

She shut up again.

I just looked back down to my phone again.

Aged 18 Izuku Midoriya has caused serious damage to a university student with a name of Bakugo "Kacchan" Katsuki. It seems like the innocent student will never leave the hospital bed ever again. Young Midoriya gives no insight to this assault except for " I didn't mean to hurt Kacchan like this." He was found missing 30 minutes later. Katsuki's mother, Bakugo Mitsuki, sheds some light to this case. " I told him to leave." Where would he be now?

There was more to the article, but I was too disgusted to read more. What was the meaning behind this seemingly meaning-less attack. I say seemingly beacue the only words Midoriya said to the reporters was " I didn't mean to hurt Kacchan like this."

But that meant he wanted to hurt "Kacchan", but not on this level of damage.

I leaned back on my chair and looked out the window. Fujiosha station was in hands reach.

But in a way, we're the same. Both of us ran away from our homes to escape our fate. Mine being death, and his being judgement.

I can't really tell which one's worse.

"Arrived at Fujiosha station. Please get of if you need to. Leaving in 30 seconds."

I scrambled out of my seat and rushed towards the exit of the train. When I stepped out on the train station, I breathed in the air. Smelled fresh. 

I looked back at the train and saw that basically no one left the train. But there was a blond kid that scrolled down the window and screeched " Is that number one hero Shoto?!"

I statred at him funny. Then noticed I forgot my hat and mask on the train.

Shit.

Well, I can't just casually saunter on the train to get my disguises back, and people now know where I am.

My old man could be around any corner.

So I bolted.

Straight down the stairs, turned left to a foud court, the right to a long, endless hallway, then right again when I bumped into a wall. Except that wall had green hair, smelled like freshly washed bed sheets, and said a little oof when he fell back from impact.

A wall?

I took a better look at the wall when I noticed that it wasn't a wall at all. It was a certain Izuku Midoriya.

He looked up at me with shockingly green wyes, then asked " Are you all right?"

I sighed" Give me your T-shirt."

He stared at me in confusion." Pardon?"

I moved my hand impatiently" T-shirt. Give."

"No."

Now it was my turn to stare at him in confusion." What? Do you not want my autograph?"

" I don't even know you!"

He got up and held his hand out to me." Come on, get up."

I put my hands on my knees and hoisted myself up. What does he want? Does he really not know who I am? Does he really want to help me. I stared straight down at him and started with the most important quesrion.

" Why did you injure Bakugo?"

As I thought, he blushed bright red and sweat started to form on his palms.

" Oh, ha ha, you've seen the news?"

I smirked. I was going to have some fun with him. " Yeah, who hasn't?"

Now he really seems nervous.

"Well, uh, um, personal reasons?"

I raised an eyebrow." What's with the question?"

"Um, oh, look at the time! I have a, uh, conference to go to. Yeah, a conference." And then he ran down the the hallway, nearing the exit.

"HEY!" I ran after him. Suprisingly, even with his nimble legs, he wasn't very fast at all. I caught up with him in 2 seconds flat.

I grabbed his elbow and pinned him against the wall, and he blushed scarlet. Oh, is he one of my fanboys? I'll just have to put him in his place then 

"I'm straight."

And with that, his face paled and his green eyes avoided mine. Mission success. That was easier then it usually is.

Right when I was about to interrogate the little brocoli, a couple walked past us and chuckled."Oh what it's like to be young again!" Then they walked off.

Shit, now Izuku was blushing scarlet again. They just ruined everything.

"W-what do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? The truth to your case."

"Oh. Wait, are you a news reporter or something?"

Heh, if only he knew. "Nope."

"OH! IS THAT NUMBER ONE HERO, SHOTO?"

Shit, it's that brat again. I grabbed Izuku's wrist and dragged him towards the exit, and into the alleyway.

I pushed him into the alleyway first, pushing him into a dead end.

I look at him with a (Supposedly) seductive glance, and in my huskiest voice, I said 

"Strip."

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Author's note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDD, another chapter done! Oof, I finally used 1000 words in a story, and my back is aching from hunching over this computer for like an hour straight. If you don't know, my former username was PrettyBrutalAngel, but I changed it to something more... appropriate? So instead of my Angels, I might just called you my Macaronis? Yeah, sure. 

GOODBYE MY MACARONIS <3