Punishment- A tododeku fic

Grief

I sat on Todoroki's bed, whistling. Todoroki had locked the door from the outside, and said that he'd call for Momo to unlock it. He then disappeared into the bathroom off of his bedroom, leaving me to sit there, bored and alone.

I got up from his bed, and started milling aimlessly around the room. Just like the other rooms in Todoroki's apartment, it wasn't anything special. It looked like it belonged to a person who made a decent amount of money, but would't even be considered wealthy. I looked in the mirror above his dresser, and I looked like a wreck. Usually, I like to keep myself looking very well-groomed and formal, but instead I saw an insomniac in a black hoodie, his curly green hair everywhere, falling into his wild eyes. I frowned at my reflection. I should really get cleaned up and get a good night's sleep. I've been quite strained lately, and have been working late, helping Tomura with various tasks for the League.

I didn't notice Todoroki was there until he appeared behind me, bending down to my height and putting his head on my shoulder. "Somone's vain." he commented. 

"I like to look nice, as every person should. Can't say the same for you." I retorted.

Todoroki was wearing a gray zip-up hoodie with the words 'I hate Endeavor' on the front in a font and color that made it look like fire, and he obviously hadn't worried about his hair. It was messy, the red and white out of order and falling into his eyes. 

He laughed. "I don't like to dress up unless I have to. Being a hero means you learn to enjoy every bit of comfort you can."

"Being a villain, as well, I guess." I pushed his head off my shoulder. "We should get Momo to let us out of here. Find out what she needs to say, and then you can ask your questions. Then I can be on my way, and we'll definitely meet again since I kill heroes for a living."

Todoroki looked deflated. "Fine."

I waited for him to keep talking, but no words came. "Just get Momo so we can get this overwith, Todoroki-kun." The sooner we get the formalities aside, the sooner I can get the things I need, and the sooner I can kill you. I thought.

Todoroki nodded and rapped his fist against the door. "Hey, Momo! Let us out, please!"

"Got it, Shoto!" Momo's voice said from the other side of the door. She had been eavesdropping, which, even though I must giver her credit for being smart, made me annoyed. She opened the door and Todoroki led us all into the living room. Momo had made tea, and it was set out on a platter on the coffee table. I noticed that there were only two cups.

"Are you or Todoroki not a fan of tea?" I said to her, hiding my simmering anger. If you dislike me, say it to my fucking face, or I'll get my revenge. Honestly, I'll get my revenge either way, but I won't torture you if you don't try to hide your hate of me.

Momo poured the  two cups of tea. "Oh, I'm sorry, Deku, I don't think you'd like the tea I made." she smiled innocently as she passed a cup to Todoroki.

Todoroki shot Momo a look and kindly passed his cup to me. "Here, take mine." he said, smiling. "I can always make more later."

Momo and Todoroki had a silent argument, shooting each other several different facial expressions. Momo finally looked resigned. It was clear that the winner of that fight was Todoroki.

"So, Momo," Todoroki said, flopping down on the couch. "What is it that you need to tell me."

Momo glanced at me warily. "Just something about your father. Ever since you beat him out of his position as Number One hero, he, well, has become rather violent."

"You mean, more than usual?" Todoroki said dryly.

"You don't understand, Shoto! This isn't just him being himself. His acts are--what he did," Momo sighed, choking out the next words between tears. "Shoto, he killed your mother." 

Todoroki's eyes widened, and I could see the utter incomprehension in his eyes. His shoulders slumped, as if a great weight had been placed upon them. I heard him mutter to himself, repeating the word no over and over and over again. I watched, only mildly interested. The grieving process was always interesting to me, and it fascinated me that peoples' reactions could be so entirely different.

Todoroki put his head in his hand, and started shaking. It took me a minute to realize that he was crying. I could have laughed. The great hero, Shoto, crying over his dead mom. Such a poor soul, he was. 

Momo stood up and walked over to Todoroki. She hugged him, and he leaned into her. I sat back, sipping my tea. It was green tea, my favorite, and, I must say, Momo certainly knew how to make a mean cup of tea. 

A few minutes later, Todoroki pushed Momo away, his eyes suddenly filling with a fire. A cold, icy fire that burned with anger and a thirst for revenge. I knew that anger, I remembered that feeling. That day, when he saved me, that's what I felt. Something hit me then, an idea, something that came to me entirely out of the blue.

What if he could be one of us?

hope y'all enjoy!!! Sorry I haven't been updating. It should get more regular eventually. Possibly. Not likely. but i wont leave you all hanging for months.

~R